Rendezvous With The Bitch - Chapter Four

by kinkabella (c)2005

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[FM/F; D/s; BDSM; n/c; bondage; humiliation; blackmail]

The Bitch turned away from me and slowly walked to the other side of her dungeon so I couldn't hear what else she was saying on the phone to my husband. She continued speaking with him for several minutes and occasionally looked back at me. The Bitch even winked at me as if to suggest she was plotting something with my husband. When she did finally end the call and return to me, she didn't even hint as to what she and he had spoken about. I couldn't imagine what my husband would be thinking if he knew what was going on. Surely he'd rescue me?

I thought about this and began to blush. As much as I desperately wanted to be freed from The Bitch's torments, I didn't want my husband to know what she'd done to me. Even worse would be the humiliation of him actually seeing me like this in her dungeon. The guilt sent an involuntary shudder through my body that in turn made me flex my butt cheeks around the base of the plug. The muscle spasm caused the plug to feel like it moved slightly, and the pain of this shot through my frazzled nerve endings.

"Having fun there?" The Bitch laughed at me.

I refused to give any indication of my distress. She had made it abundantly clear my anguish merely incited her to torture and humiliate me more.

"How is your cunt going then? Is it having fun?"

I instinctively thrust back with my hips to escape the touch of The Bitch's fingers. She reached out and grabbed a small handful of my pubic hair and pulled my hips back. I bit down hard on the gag and could feel tears suddenly flood my eyes when she continued pulling until I was forced to stand on tiptoe.

"Answer the question. Is your cunt having fun?"

I shook my head and tried to convey the desperation for mercy I was feeling.

"Wrong answer!"

The Bitch briefly renewed her grip of my thatch and then lifted me right to the tips of my toes. I was already nodding my hear now even before she asked again.

"Is your cunt having fun yet?"

The Bitch smirked at me and suddenly released her grip. I could see she had a small handful of short blonde curls - pubes that had violently been plucked. The Bitch clapped them off her hands and then returned a hand between my legs.

Every sense I had warned me to keep my pussy away from her hand, but I managed to stand completely still. This time, a couple of her fingers pressed up and into my pussy. She wriggled them a bit and then partly withdrew them so she could cup my pubic mound in her hand.

"Cum for me, slut. Cum for me, right now."

It was an impossible demand. I stared mutely at her and wondered how exactly I was supposed to do what she wanted.

"Rub your cunt in my hand and cum for me," The Bitch said. "Fuck my hand with your cunt."

I fought back every inner voice that warned me not to obey and began to slowly swivel my hips.

"That's it," The Bitch grinned.

The sensations of her warm hand rubbing against my clit were stimulating, but nowhere near enough to bring me to any real sort of climax. The Bitch ordered me to rub myself more enthusiastically. I obeyed until I was standing there bucking my hips frantically as if trying to keep an invisible Hoola-hoop around my waist. But the more I gyrated, the more the dildo seemed to fuck my ass and cause much discomfort. My breasts also danced erratically on my chest - a sight The Bitch remarked on and laughed about.

"Ah! The first guests are arriving!" The Bitch said.

I momentarily froze at the sight of another man return to the dungeon with The Bitch's male friend.

"My neighbor," The Bitch whispered to me. She then turned to her guest and invited him to come closer and watch.

"Keep fucking my hand, slut!" The Bitch barked her order at me.

The neighbor's face beamed brightly as he approached. His presence felt doubly disturbing because he was quite a bit older and could easily have been mistaken for a kindly old uncle. But he had that look in his eye - the same one The Bitch and her friend had when they looked at me. A sparkling, excited look.

"This slut is going to cum in my hand," The Bitch informed them.

My face burned deeply.

"She's going to cum just thinking about all the cock she's going to get tonight. Aren't you, slut?"

I nodded a little bit.

"Say it like you mean it!" The Bitch said.

I squirmed and grinded my pussy harder into her hand while nodding some more.

"Say it, slut!"

The Bitch suddenly grabbed one of my nipples and twisted so hard I screamed.

"Yes! Yes!" I screamed the words as clearly as I could through the gag and nodded my head vigorously.

"That's better," The Bitch said.

After she released my nipple, it continued to throb painfully and I could see it had turned an angry shade of red.

"Do you want my neighbor to kiss it better for you?" The Bitch said in a tone that dripped in childish, false concern.

I nodded anyway.

The old man's whiskers on his chin irritated the sensitive skin around my tortured nipple when he pressed his face against my breast. He immediately began nibbling the tender bud with his teeth and caressing it with gentle probes of his tongue.

The Bitch's friend move in to take my other nipple in his mouth and together, the two men sucked and nibbled affectionately on my nipples while I continued to slavishly rub my pussy into The Bitch's hand. I closed my eyes and sighed softly. It all felt perverse, but at the same time it was impossible to deny their touch on my nipples was mildly arousing. I felt the old man slip one of his hands behind me.

He felt my butt cheeks and squeezed the fleshiness of them before moving on to explore the base of the plug lodged deep in my ass. His touching, especially when he apparently flicked it a few times, could be felt deep up inside me as if relayed there through the rubber of the plug. After a moment or two, his hand traveled further between my legs and his fingers lightly traced the separation of my inner labia. His fingers slipping inside my pussy caused a tingle, as did the touch of the other man's hand moving up the inside of my other thigh.

I could feel myself becoming light-headed and dizzy once the second man's fingers joined the first. Each of them finger fucked me. Sometimes they'd alternate their strokes while at other times, they'd plunge together and wrestle for position inside me. All at once, and without warning, I felt the plug press painfully against my bladder and the dire and urgent need I'd felt earlier suddenly returned.

Everybody seemed to have hands all over me. My eyes went wide and I stared at The Bitch. I could feel the pee already rushing from my bladder in search of release and I clamped my stomach muscles to hold onto it. The alarm also caused my butt cheeks to tense and the pain of the plug in my ass was so intense, I had to relax again. The feeling of horror was overwhelming as I felt the first brief trickle of pee escape.

"What the fuck?" The Bitch roared. "What the fuck do you call this?"

I tried to apologize and beg her to release me so I could go to the bathroom.

"The slut is trying to piss on me!"

The other two men quickly withdrew their hands from my crotch and stopped sucking my nipples. Both gave me admonishing looks and even sniggered. I quickly looked at the three faces staring at me and hoped one would recognize my pleading look and release me. But it wasn't to be.

The Bitch asked her male friend to fetch a stainless steel pail and place it between my spread legs.

"There you are," The Bitch said smugly. "Piss into that, if you want to piss anywhere."

Tears again rose in my eyes. I knew I couldn't control myself for much longer and the pain in my ass caused by trying eroded whatever control I had left. I tried to regulate the flow at first, and tentatively let free two or three brief squirts that banged the bottom of the steel pail like it was a drum. Once the seal had been broken, it became totally impossible to hold back and I stood there, crushed by a feeling of humiliation as one long, hot jet of pee shot down into the pail.

Relief wasn't instantaneous, but it did come when my bladder eventually started to feel empty and relaxed again. The relief of this was the only thing that stopped me from feeling completely dirty and disgusting. It even managed to return my frayed nerves to some state of near-normalcy, even after I noticed the arrival of a few more of The Bitch's guests.
