Acquisition 34/38  (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

The man with the thick cock gave Pam two mind shattering orgasms before he shot a searing load of stringy cum into her very receptive pussy, an amazingly sensual hole that seemed to milk his cock as it swelled in climax.

After his soft but slimy flesh was cleaned by Pam's mouth, the man was dismissed from the room by Bess. She had spent the entire time sitting quietly, watching her possession enjoy herself. Bess was feeling the rush of controlling someone so completely that they would do whatever she told them. The two women spent some time fixing Pam's makeup and re-dressing the housewife again. Hand-in-hand the neighbors went back to the restaurant. Bess glanced at her watch and thought, "It is only 9:30. The night is just beginning." Bess smiled broadly at Pam who smiled back sheepishly. "Well at least she got her edge off with that one," Bess thought to herself, as she checked Pam one last time for wrinkles or smeared make-up.

Back in the restaurant the two women finished their salads. The young waiter hovered at the table every chance he got and Bess rewarded him by having Pam lean forward and give him a view down her dress. Her cherry nipples could be easily seen by the waiter and many of the people seated nearby. The waiter's obvious hard-on couldn't be missed by the two women who giggled every time he walked away.  Pam didn't hesitate to exhibit herself when instructed by Bess and she laughed about it with her owner afterwards. "She sure has lost her inhibitions," Bess thought as she looked across the table at her creation.

"Pet, you look so beautiful tonight, even after fucking two strangers.  Aren't you glad we were so careful about keeping your dress nice and fixing your make-up?"

"Yes, Miss Bess." 

"You enjoyed it, didn't you Pet?"

"Umm... I...," Pam stammered and her eyes filled.

"Oh, stop it Pet. You loved it.  Face it, you are gorgeous, and fucking is what you do best. That's what you are good for after all, looking nice and giving me, and whomever else I want, pleasure."

"But... my... family... I... this isn't..."

"Pet, you are hopelessly and irretrievably a slut now. You know it, I know it and all of those cocks you have been fucking and sucking know it. But I guess I'll have to prove it to you one more time."

"Miss Bess...."

"Shut up and listen.  You have finished your salad and that's all you are going to eat tonight. We don't want you to put back on any of those pounds we worked so hard to get off. So while I have my main course I want you to pick out a man at the bar and take him to the room and fuck him silly.  You are going to make another man's night Pet." Bess handed her the key to the hotel room that the first men of the evening had rented.

"Go on, get up and find a man. I'm not going with you this time. You are going to do it all by yourself for a change. No more 'Miss Bess was there', 'Miss Bess had me do it'. You go, pick out a man and fuck his brains out Pet. Go on, you know you want to. Go get yourself fucked," then sardonically Bess added, "Mrs. Pam Henderson.  When you are finished come back here and tell me about it. I'll be waiting."

It was the first time Bess had called her anything but 'Pet' in weeks. It was like a slap of reality to the housewife.  Her eyes filled and she felt shame, but her need and her training overcame all of the other emotions and ingrained morals.  Inexplicably, unable to help herself, Pam found herself rising from the table.  In her slinky form-fitting dress and high heels, she moved like a robot towards the bar, clutching the hotel key in her hand. 

The housewife didn't know what to do. As she approached the bar every man turned to look at her.  Pam could see the hunger in their eyes. Their desire. They all wanted her. But what should she do, "Miss Bess always took care of these things," Pam thought, "how do I do this?"

Pam approached the closest man. He was young, maybe 25, but very well dressed. "I...Umm... Hello...I..." Pam was flustered her tongue felt swollen in her mouth.

The young man could see the beautiful older woman who walked up to him visibly shaking. "Can I help you Ma'am? Are you OK," he asked?

"I... FFF.....FFFUUUU....FFUUUCCCCKKK," was all Pam could get out.

"Excuse me what did you say. It sounded like, FUCK."

"Yesssss.....,"Pam grasped the young man's arm. Touching him feeling his strength Pam was able to look at his face and force out the words, "fuck me."  As she did she felt her pussy contract and knew that she wanted this.

The young man stood in shock, "What... I... hell yes. Let's go." Amid the quiet cheers and comments from the other men at the bar, Pam walked on unsteady legs past a grinning Bess, and out of the restaurant. The young man placed an arm protectively around her as if she were a prize that he had won in some cosmic lottery.

Bess ordered her meal and ate slowly, imagining her married neighbor riding the young man in the hotel room. "Would he play with her big tits while she bounced up and down on his youthful cock? Maybe Pam would lick his hairy balls and swallow his sweet tasting cum. Well she would find out soon enough. She just hoped that Pam would remember to hang up her dress. Bess had the make-up in her purse. She hadn't let Pam carry a purse, so she knew that they would have to repair her make-up later. But the housewife re-entering the restaurant with a just fucked look on her face would be quite a show for all the diners."  Bess smiled to herself, she would enjoy that little further humiliation of Pam. "Everyone in the restaurant would know exactly what the beautiful voluptuous middle-aged housewife had been doing with that younger man.  Everyone in the restaurant would look at her and know that she was a slut. A beautiful, elegant one, but a slut nonetheless."

As Bess was finishing her main course she spied Pam walking slowly in the door. She looked a mess. "Damn her," Bess thought, "it looks like she threw the dress on the floor or maybe she didn't even take it off. Shit, she was so anxious she probably just bunched it around her waist so the man could stick his prick into her as fast as possible."

As she got closer she could see the smeared make-up. "Sit down Pet, you are a mess. Don't you even care what you look like? I work so hard to make you look good and then you come walking in here looking like a sleazy whore."

Pam gently lowered herself into the chair. She had a far away look in her eyes. "What the hell happened to you," Bess demanded?

"I... ummm... he was very strong. I... I mean... I..., finally Pam blurted it out, "he held me down.... I liked that Miss Bess.... He just held me face down, pulled up my dress and...and..."

"And what Pet?" "He did it to me in my bottom," Pam said in a whisper.

"He fucked you in the ass?" Bess laughed out loud.

"Yes Miss Bess, he fucked me in my ass and I liked it." Tears of shame rolled down Pam's face causing further damage to her make-up.

"Well you proved my point Pet. You have sucked, fucked and had your ass plugged in the space of two hours. But what makes my point more than anything is that fact that this wasn't a gang-bang. This wasn't three men using you at the same time like the other night. You were dressed beautifully in a nice restaurant, you went with one man, came back to the restaurant made a decision to go with another man and even a third. It wasn't wham-bang-thank-you ma'am. You went and had sex three times with three different men, one-at-a-time. All very deliberate, for your own fulfillment and satisfaction. You weren't used Pet, you used those three hard cocks for your own enjoyment. You truly are a sex loving uncontrolled slut.  I like you this way. Now the fun is really going to start."

Pam knew it was all true. What had happened to her? What had happened to the housewife, mother and teacher that had the wonderful suburban life? Was she still that person?

"Let's go to the restroom and clean you up. Then its' off to 'Milton's' again tonight. Jake and Scotty will be there. Jake said there was going to be a party in the back room and he especially asked if I would bring you to it." Bess rose from the table and taking Pam's arm pulled her towards the bathroom.  Pam's mood brightened at the though of seeing Scotty. She had missed talking to him and his special friendship over the last few weeks. He was the one person who really seemed to understand her.

The women's exit from the restaurant was just as spectacular as their entrance. The dress was still wrinkled, but Bess had managed to fix Pam's make-up so she was presentable. The drive to the 'after hours' club took only a few minutes. The same muscular black doorman that was on guard their last visit held open the door and said, "Jake told me to keep my eye out for you two this evening. Have a good time at 'Milton's' tonight. Maybe I'll see you later inside after my shift out here is over."

Bess checked her watch as they entered the dark club. "A few minutes after 11:00, things would start hopping pretty soon at the club," Bess thought to herself as she steered Pam through the crowd looking for a table. The club was very crowded tonight and the revelers were in full swing. The music was heavy with a driving base sound and both men and woman danced with frenetic energy. The dark and disturbing motif of the warehouse gave the entire club a surreal feel. In one corner the young head-bangers were smashing their bodies into each other. In another corner the elegant uptown crowd drank and eyed each other's wives with envy and lust, looking sharp in their designer clothes. At the far side the leather crowd huddled together. Small pockets of others mingled with singles and doubles here and there. It was an eclectic group.

The two women could smell sickly sweet marijuana in the smoky air and they saw several small mirrors on table tops covered with tell-tale white crystals. Yes, it was an eclectic group, but they had one thing in common, they liked to party, whatever form that partying took.

Bess couldn't find an empty table. So she steered an open mouthed Pam to an area between the uptown yuppies and the leather bound crowd. She was careful to give the headbangers a wide berth, she didn't want Pam, or herself for that matter, to get sucked into that frenzy. You could get really hurt in that crowd. Of course, Bess thought it might be fun for her to 'punch out' a few of them. She knew that she was stronger than all the women and most of the men, but she wasn't really dressed for a fight and she had to worry about Pam.

Her concerns were prophetic. An uptown yuppie woman who looked to be about 30, wearing a beautiful designer dress, walked too close to the scruffy group on her way to the bar. Somehow she stumbled and bumped into the back of a fat punk rocker with chains on his leather jacket. Before she could open her mouth the woman was grabbed. She quickly disappeared into the mass of slamming bodies. If there were screams you couldn't hear them over the music and the roar of the punk rockers. Bess tried to keep her eyes at the point where the woman had disappeared behind the denim and leather clothed group. But the brightly colored hair and the frenzy of the bodies smashing into each other made it impossible. She did see what looked like a scrap of material fly briefly above the heads of the crowd.

"Shit, I hope she doesn't get stomped to death in there.  You stay far away from that crowd Pet," Bess instructed. Pam nodded her emphatic agreement.

Bess kept her eyes on the crowd and noticed that another in a long line of crowd surfers was now being carried on the sea of dirty hands of the headbangers. It was the woman She was bleeding from a cut on her forehead and her clothes were being ripped from her body. She was quickly naked and Bess could see her tits being squeezed unmercifully and fingers roughly probing her cunt and ass. Then she disappeared into the crowd once again.  Later that night Jake's clean-up crew would find the woman unconscious under the front of the stage. She had been repeatedly raped and although she didn't know it yet, she had contracted several nasty illnesses from being fucked without protection and the dirty needles that had been stuck into various sensitive parts of her body. She would also have several scars. But at least she hadn't been branded. One of the headbangers had wanted to heat up a coat hanger and write his name across her tits. But cooler heads prevailed and the poor woman was finally left unconscious under the stage and quickly forgotten by the drugged-out crowd.

As for Pam and Bess, it was not long before Scotty showed up. Pam was happy but surprised to see him in what looked like a leather gladiator's outfit. He had been sent by Jake to get the Dom's and Sub's into the backroom. His party was about to start. Scotty had hoped that Pam wouldn't be here, and his concern for her showed on his boyish face. Pam couldn't understand why he didn't look happy to see her. Actually, Scotty was happy to see the housewife, but just not here, right now. He knew that the situation was out of his hands. He looked sadly at Pam and gave her a quick hug.  It was Bess and Jake who decided what the night would bring for them both.

"Let's go to a party, Pet."

Many of the leather crowd and a few of the yuppies moved en mass down the hallway to the door at end. It was the room that Pam and Bess had seen on the tour the last time they had visited the club. Pam followed Bess filled with apprehension. Sensing her tentativeness, Bess decided it was time for some forcefulness on her part. "Pet, I expect you to do exactly what I say. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"

"Yes Miss, Bess." Pam was actually relieved that Bess was taking charge of the situation.

Several of the experienced Dom's that were walking close by heard the exchange and looked over the blond middle-aged woman in their midst. Most of them thought, "fresh meat," and hoped that they "would have a chance to 'play' with the obviously novice sub."

Inside the door Bess was greeted by Jake, who wore black boots, pants and shirt. The shirt was open to mid-chest exposing his powerful and hairy torso. "I'm so glad you brought Mrs. Henderson, Bess. I've though a lot about her since the time we spent together at your house," his deep voice commented. Pam was mesmerized by his powerful presence and blushed at the memories of her first extramarital fuck with this man.

He continued, "I'm sure that she will have a good time tonight." He smiled a disarming smile at Pam, but there was a hint of danger behind his flashing eyes. "Look around and after I see that the party gets started well, I'll be back to spend some time with you two beautiful women." Bess beamed at his compliment. Jake leaned over and whispered in Bess' ear, "Keep your Pet close or one of these Dom's will try to steal her away." Bess smiled at Jake, "I will, but I intend for Pet to have an extraordinary experience."  Jake smiled, "well that's up to you, but I want first crack at her and then I'm sure that you will have plenty of volunteers for her further training." Bess replied, "good, but don't forget you promised me some time tonight if I brought her along." Jake laughed, "don't worry Bess I promise to save a little for you." Then he was off moving through the room and talking with guests.

At first it looked like any normal party. Groups of people standing and talking. The only difference was some of the guests attire looked different. There was some nudity, and if you looked closely you could see some leather collars on some people and leather cuffs on some arms and legs. Bess led Pam to the bar and ordered them each a drink. A bare-chested bartender was quick and efficient and the two women soon found themselves moving about the room. Subtly the party began to change. There was an electricity in the air. Pam noticed that some of the men and women were being led around the room by leashes attached to collars. She saw a man, naked except for a leather g-string kneeling at a fat woman's feet holding an ashtray for her to use.

Suddenly Pam heard a loud crack and the crowd moved towards a corner where the noise came from. Bess and Pam made their way to the side where they could see what was going on. The sight that greeted Pam took her breath away and she felt her belly tighten. Bess grinned at her, "do you like that Pet?"

Pam didn't respond, she stood open-mouthed her chest rising and falling rapidly.

But Bess saw that Pam's nipples were hard and poked at the front of her dress. "Yes, Pet likes that," she thought, "Pet would like to be that woman there. Hanging naked from chains, being slapped on the ass with a leather strap by a bare-chested Dom, while another leather clad man slowly worked an impossibly long dildo into her cunt. Pet can see herself right there, while a crowd a people watches her writhe in delicious pain and pleasure." 

The dildo was finally fully inserted and the crowd murmured its approval each time the leather struck the tender ass flesh of the hanging woman.

That loosened everyone up. It was as if a damn had broken. Scenes like Pam had never imagined began to be played out all around them. The air crackled with sexual energy and the energy of people giving up their bodies and souls to others. Giving themselves away for amusement and the delicious feelings that they would experience.

A large naked man approached Bess. He kneeled at her feet and spoke, "My Mistress asks if you and your Sub would like to join us at the whipping post?"

Bess responded, "Not now, but maybe later." The man looked with longing at Pam, then rose to his feet. As he turned and walked back to the woman who sent him, Pam couldn't help but watch his semi-hard cock bound and sway as he walked. Bess laughed at her, "Never met a cock you didn't like, huh Pet?"  Pam blushed in shame and excitement.  "Well it looks like there are lots of cocks on display now Pet. Let's see some more."

Pam felt as if she we in a room full of people who knew a secret and she wasn't in on the joke. She heard snatches of conversations with words like 'Dom' and 'Sub'. Other conversations included; 'erotic power exchange', 'hard play' and '24/7 slave.' There were some words she understood very well; tits, ass, cunt and cock. With an occasional reference to whips and dildos thrown in for good measure. As the housewife glanced around large dark room a variety of activities were taking place, and as Bess promised there were a lot of hard cocks to be seen. Pam never knew there could be such a variety. Short cocks, long cocks, fat cocks, skinny cocks. Some were straight some had curves. Others had foreskins and some were circumcised. But what most amazed her were the ones that were tied with rope and bulged in torture. There were even some that wore brightly colored condoms. The condoms were adorned with bumps and studs to ensure incredible stimulation inside whomever they were thrust.

Around the room whips and paddles were being used on both men and women. In the center of the room a petite well-groomed redhead was being strapped down on a large heavy wooden X. Her arms and legs locked with cuffs at the ends of each arm. She was one of the yuppies Pam and Bess had seen earlier. The woman cried and moaned in fear and pleasure, as two leather clad men ripped her expensive designer dress from her body. A man dressed like he had just come from the golf course stood by and excitedly encouraged the large bearded men "to use his wife like the whore she was." The wooden device was parallel to the floor at just below waist height and the X nature of the design made it easy to approach the woman from any direction. 

"It looks like the uptown rich people like to get down and dirty sometimes Pet," Bess commented.

Jake appeared at the women's side and asked, "How do you like my little party?"  "This is incredible Jake," Bess responded. Pam stood mute unable to look away from the woman restrained on the cross. The two burly Dom's had dropped their pants and approach the redhead from opposite ends. Two large dirty cocks were each rammed home, in her mouth and pussy, while the husband chanted, "go...go...go...fuck her." He fumbled with his designer pants, pulled out his cock and masturbated in time with the men who were pumping mercilessly in and out of his wife.

Jake looked up at Pam and laughed, "that's Jim Green and his wife from 1st National Bank. He likes to see her used...and she has rape fantasies. It's a marriage made in heaven. Nobody really knows who the father is of their two kids."  Pam was flushed and breathing hard. Witnessing Mrs. Green's restraint and attack had reached the submissive core of the naive housewife.  If Jake or Bess had touched her at that moment she would have had a screaming orgasm.

Jake turned to Bess, "I have a special device over here, let's see how your Pet likes it."

Jake led Bess and Bess led Pam to a far corner of the room. What looked like a futuristic weight bench sat gleaming under a spot light in the dark corner.

"Do what Jake says Pet."

Jake grasped Pam's shoulders and stood her in front of the bench. Pam saw that a small crowd of people had seen Jake and were gathering around to see what was going on. Because it was Jake they stood a respectful distance away, but watched with anticipation. "See how interested everyone is in you?" Jake whispered in Pam's ear. "Now relax, I don't want you distracted by them." From somewhere Jake produced a black sleep mask and placed it over Pam's short blond hair. In moments her vision was cut-off. Pam tensed in fear, but Jake reassured her, "It's OK... relax." he voice was hypnotic and Pam felt herself relax even as the excitement in her continued to build. "Let's show everyone how beautiful you are. Let's show them all of Bess's hard work with you."

Pam felt hands at the hem of her dress.  "Lift your arms Pet," came a command from Bess. Pam raised her arms pulling her tits taut. She felt a coolness on her legs then ass pussy and belly.  The dress was being lifted up over her head.  "My God," Pam thought in panic, "all these people will see me naked." 

The dress finally cleared her shoulders and disappeared over her head. The housewife instinctively covered herself with her arms as best she could.  Her obvious embarrassment brought a series of comments from the jaded onlookers. This one was a real innocent they thought. 

"Drop your arms Pet," the voice from Bess ordered.

"Ahhhh," was the noise from the crowd as Pam's full, red nippled tits came into view. Her slightly rounded stomach and almost hairless pink lipped pussy were also appreciated by the crowd.

"They think you're beautiful," Jake whispered in her ear. The thought that she was being displayed like this thrilled the housewife and knowing that her body was appreciated made it all the better.

"Now I am going to help you lay back on the bench." Jake's strong arms literally carried Pam backwards and down, until her back was on the bench. Her feet were still on the floor. This caused her red clit to pop into view and her firm breasts to point at the ceiling with an erotic wobble to them.  These sights caused another appreciative murmur from the growing crowd. Pam felt her ankles tied to the bench legs and her arms were also pulled back and down. Then they were tied to the legs below her. Pam was naked except for stockings and heels. She was blind- unaware of who was around, but she knew that many eyes were looking at her. Looking at her most private parts. She was restrained and couldn't do a thing, except maybe scream. But should she scream in fright or pleasure? Even the housewife didn't know. The option of screaming soon disappeared as she felt a soft rubber ball forced between her lips and teeth. Stretching her mouth and preventing her from doing anything except whimper.

Jake's voice came out of the blackness, "now you will find out things about yourself that you never knew, Mrs. Henderson.  You will know what it means to feel pleasure. Before the night is over you will be one large orgasm producing cunt, babbling for more and more. Until you are fucked to exhaustion. But first lets try the Mexican Jumping Bean Dildo and the Titty Suckers. They will get you in the mood for more human partners."
