Casey at the Bat
By Pylades
pylades@hotmail.com

The next few weeks were a living hell.  Casey and her posse sashayed in every day, going to the computer in the far corner giggling and laughing at the sites they brought up causing a nuisance in the lab. I noticed three older women, Dora among them, who were not at all pleased by the disruption. I knew they would go and complain, but I was powerless to stop them. Even attempting to go over to them caused my slacks to bulge in an indecent manner and that lack of propriety could cost me my job. After work, which I was cutting too many hours of, one would find my lips pressed to Casey's rosebud in the entrance of her apartment, giving her French kiss of obedience until I was given further orders.
Most of these sessions involved me being teased mercilessly by Casey placed in humiliating positions ensconced in humiliating contraptions. As time progressed I graduated from the teasing and servicing of her and her roommate to other women in the apartment complex.  I even met her mother one day, who told me that Casey had an errand to run, and who knelt on the couch on her knees, her ample ass jutting out and proceeded to have me worship every inch for three hours culminating with me using my tongue like a little dick jammed up her shitter until she farted out a massive orgasm. The humiliation at this woman's hands passed any I had endured with Casey.
Missy still held a grudge against me and after I was initiated into taking the paddle I found myself constantly tied ankle to wrist with my face buried in Casey's pussy or ass while my cheeks were reddened mercilessly by Casey's batgirl, a sorority paddle with holes bored in so it would whistle just before it made contact. The women were typically single parents around the complex whose husbands had either abused them or cheated on them and on rare moments Casey would hand over the bat to one of them. These beatings brought nothing but intense pain and left me with a raging hard on that refused to go down, as I became delirious in my tongue manipulations much to the amusement of Casey.
But everything was still Casey and she quickly to control of my orgasms, which were nil. She told me that she could tell if I had done anything and if I did no more ecstasy (which was crazy, I was enjoying none). She always spent quality time with me always coming up with inventive ways to seal my slavery to her whims. At times she would have me kneel with my chin on the couch, my nose at her gusset while I sniffed the aroma of her most sacred place. How I dreamed that I could swipe it just once with my tongue to taste the nectar but she would have known of it. Sometimes she would strap me in, then attach a ball gag and rub her titties in my face or her ass asking why I wasn't worshipping her while I went crazy. At other times my nose would be immersed up her asshole as she told me to sniff it like a dog. One time the temptation was too great and I began licking her pussy, so driven was I that I did not feel the first few blows upon my body, but she continued until I was black and blue. My punishment the following day was to be strapped in with a harness, my nose up Casey's ass and expected to follow her around on all fours like a bitch dog, which she called me and also informed me she had Mexican food for lunch. I was completely broken of not obeying orders by then.
Another thing I noticed was that Missy would take off whenever I got there lately, which caused me a great deal of relief. Casey said she had found a new beau, so I guessed Missy wasn't exclusively Casey's property. And that leads me to my other predicament; my wife. At times I was so horny after a session that I would practically try to rape my wife when I returned home, but her excuses for not doing it became increasingly frustrating. I began wondering if she didn't somehow know about Casey and was adding to my torture or if she was becoming that tired and moody normally. It was a moot point after my beating, which I couldn't let my wife see at all and that gave her a reprieve; but something had changed. Also with the increased frustration, came the unsightly bulges at work for even the smallest touch of a woman's hand. I was becoming unglued at work and it was affecting my job performance. 
Not only Casey, but also some of her posse would come in my office in shorts and halter tops bending over my desk asking me inane questions and driving me to distraction. Magda, a dark haired beauty with big brown eyes and an ample cleavage, asked me for help with her English. A pert redhead, Elena, would push her tits in my face as I went over a math problem. Kristin, a girl with sandy hair and a tomboyish look, would rub the top button of her shorts as she talked. Knowing they knew sent shivers of humiliation through me and I spent hours blushing in the lab even when no overt flirting was going on. Missy would show up on her day off and took great delight in taking me back in the stockroom and jamming her exposed boobs in my face. While I licked and sucked her titties, she would caress my cock until I thought I would explode, then just as quickly shove me away, laughing as she left. And then there was Casey, my grand inquisitor, who would come in my office and sit in her little skirt with her legs spread talking gibberish while I stared at the camel foot protruding from her panties.
And then there was Dora, the older amply endowed woman, and her two friends, a lanky thing and a hard-edged woman, who continued to threaten me about my inconsistency in regards to Casey.
One afternoon, after Casey had taken me down one more level, I had to place my nose on her clit while she peed in the toilet, then I had to lick her clean then to an orgasm. I complained to her about my predicament and how it could affect my job, she appeared sympathetic and told me should would handle it. I must admit I got a perverse image in my head of Dora bent over taking the brunt of that paddle. Later that week, Casey came into my office, bending over hypnotizing me then suggested that I go into the stockroom, get on my hands and knees and crawl to my new temple of worship. I was a little perplexed but Casey's word was law and I immediately followed suit. Upon entering I noticed that the light was off and the only illumination came from the glowing of the copier. I got down on hands and knees, and proceeded expecting to sample Missy's charms once again, but as I neared I noticed the ass before was looming larger and larger and the scent was not pleasant even fetid.
"C'mon asslicker, I don't have all day," the voice was Dora's I thought as my ponytail was grabbed and my face was plastered within the folds of her ass. "Lick out my sweaty asscrack, you pervert," she humped up and down practically using my face to wipe her ass. "Now I know why you let those little bitches get away with murder. Well, how does it feel to service a real woman. Stick out that tongue of yours." She had my hair and it hurt, so I stuck out my tongue and was immediately assaulted by the pungent tastes of her sweat and ass. There was lint there, which made me retch, and the swamp rot of her pussy was juicing up. I began licking with fervor as to escape being trapped in her cunt.
"That's it," she mewled, "now pick off the dingle berries with your teeth." She spread her cheeks wide like the gates of hell and I proceeded in my task. "That little bitch was right you are the perfect asslicker," she pulled wider exposing her hole. "I don't think I need to tell you what to do now". I made a spear of my tongue and plunged forward with her help tugging my hair. I tried not to breathe but she kept humping until I thought my lungs would burst, then all the tastes and smells engulfed me and in that terrible stench of her ass I pulled a boner so hard I thought I pulled a muscle. I jammed my face as far up her ass as it would go until my tongue met up with a log up the tunnel, I repelled but her hole trapped my tongue and with a few humps she let out a hiss like a semi tire blowing. She released a torrent of juices from her pussy that splashed my chin and neck, then let go of my ponytail.
She turned around hovering over me and grabbed the hair again forcing me to look up into her eyes. "Casey said you aren't allowed to wash off my sweet juices, pig." She spit in my face, then began chuckling and reached down for my protruding cock. "So you like it when I make you service my big smelly ass, maybe even as much as that little bitch." She kissed me on the top of the head. "I'll be back this afternoon so we can talk and you better not have washed up." She swayed her ass as she left.
The rest of the day I was in a mortified state, avoiding coworkers. The stench stayed in my nostrils and I sported a continual hard on. After lunch, Dora appeared closing the door to my office. She came to me and sniffed my face, a smirk showing, "That Casey sure has you well trained," she grabbed my ponytail, "but according to our arrangement I get you once a week for the rest of the semester." She licked along my cheek, "we are going to have so much fun." On her way out she told me to wash up, because Casey had a surprise waiting. I cringed.
After my obedience, Casey led me over to the sofa and had me massage her feet, while I told her every humiliating moment in the closet. It was then the tears began. I told her it had gone too far, my career, my life was hanging by a thread. I didn't like the agreement she made with that smelly bitch, Dora, and I couldn't continue the way I was going. I begged her to please let me come, that my wife was putting me off, that I hadn't jerked off per her instructions. I didn't know Missy was there until I felt the dog collar being buckled around my neck.
"I've thought about your little problem," she smirked, "and I've noticed your discomfort." She rose from the sofa, Missy jerked on the leash and I immediately knew I was to follow on all fours. "And as much as I love teasing your little dickie, I also don't want you losing everything, just for little ol me. ON your knees!"
Missy jerked the lead again and I remained rigid on my knees. Casey came in front and bent over my body. Every touch of her flesh on mine, bellybutton to nose, tits to neck, sent shivers coursing through me and my dick began to leak pre-cum. She grabbed my arms and attached a leather strap to both of them then attached it to my collar, so that I was virtually helpless again.
"I have a special surprise for you," she said as she lowered my head to the floor. She then sat on my shoulders, the weight driving my face into the fabric of the rug. I could hear a stretching sound then a pop, like at the doctor's office just before...
"We're going to play a little game today," I heard the other latex glove snapping on to her hand. "It's called the wait for it game. In this game we get to do whatever we want to do to try and make you come. Your job is to wait for my word," I heard a chuckle behind me. "If you can hold out and not spurt your nasty little cream, you shall receive a reward beyond your wildest dreams. If you cant, you'll lick up whatever mess you make and take whatever punishment I deem fit."
With that, she got up and walked behind me. "Strip." I heard clothes being taken off and turned my head to take a peek. "Don't move. Head on floor." I heard a metallic click then she sat on my ass. "You like this little girl," I heard Missy whimper a bit and I assume she was playing with her tits. Just the picture sent my cock into rapture. They stayed this way for several minutes, then Casey ordered Missy down on all fours like the bitch she was. I felt Missy's arms on the outside of my thighs, then I heard a slurping sound and felt something warm and wet trickling down my asscrack. 
"That's it lick it girl, lap up all my juices we don't want mr. man here feel how wet my pussy is now do we?" A few humps on my spine, "That's it, use your tongue, dig that fucking tongue up my twat, you dyke bitch." My spine was beginning to hurt from the pressure, "That's it that's the spot keep doing that don't stop don't stop aaaaah, fucking aaaah, good aaah." She rested for a minute, then the pressure was gone, but my imagination was doing me in. I was seeping now, but there was nothing I could do about it.
"Look at that mess you made, all over my slave." I heard the jingle of a chain. "Someone is going to have to clean that up."
"Please, mistress."
"Lick those balls." I heard the crack of Casey's bat and a sob.
"I told you to lick it all up and you let some drip down. Look at those balls there covered in pussy juice. Now lick those balls." Another crack. I felt a perverse satisfaction that Missy was getting put through her paces. A little pay back for those vicious swipes she took at me. I was not prepared to fully understand the insidiousness of Casey's plan until I felt the feather of a tongue sweep across my balls. Then again and I thought I would shoot like a fire hose. Think baseball Clemons on the mound. Another swipe of tongue another crack of the bat. I believe that for several minutes I was insane, I heard a moaning sound from the other room, only to realize that it was me as I thrashed around while this insatiable tongue played canasta with my balls.
"Now suck those balls." I felt Missy's lips surround my balls then a vacuum began pulling my sack away from my body. Oh god Bond at bat, Maddux pitching. A few more cracks of the bat and she was at my sac like a terrier with a chew toy. Shaking her head back and forth was the most erotic thing I had ever felt, at the same time, it was the most terrified I ever felt. Those lips were finally torn from my balls and her face shoved in my asscrack.
"You know where else my radiant juices leaked to," Another crack of the bat and now I felt that tongue running the length of my crack, tantalizing it beyond belief. When Missy's lapper touched my asshole I thought for sure that I had shot and was mortified throughout the rest of her tongue bath or surely I would have exploded. I felt Casey's latex glove make contact with my prick, as her other pulled my ponytail back. "You've done very well," she whispered in my ear. "Now let's see if you can last the final round." I heard some whispering, and then my view was blocked by Missy's thighs as she thrust her pussy into my face.
"One good turn deserves another," she tautened her hold on my tail. "Get that tongue working on her pussy," one jerk, "And remember you lick up whatever leaks on the floor." I began licking feverishly, but this servile position, the scent of a woman, Casey running a latex finger up and down my crack, sent me out into space and Missy had to whack me on the side of the head to get me licking her clit. My dick was twitching at this point, my balls boiling and now two fingers were tapping my asshole. Casey was spreading my cheeks with the one hand, while she spanked my asshole with the other. I screamed, moaned whatever into the pussy in front of me as I tried desperately to lap up every bit of juice, while the nerve cells around my rosebud were being treated to a tattooing. Just as I thought nothing could be worse, I felt the first penetration of the finger up my ass. Then the finger was slowly pulled out only to be thrust back in. 
Here I was naked, balanced on two knees and my face in a pussy. A pussy that was becoming like a swamp as Missy grabbed my ears viciously and began humping wildly. My arms are encased in leather and attached to a ring in the collar that is buckled around my neck, leaving me defenseless. On one end I am drinking a copious flow cunt juice, on the other a latex finger is pistoning in and out of my asshole. If I could only hold out, something beyond my wildest dreams. I had never fucked her, that must be the surprise. Just as I felt I had mastered it, the other latex glove began spanking my balls, while two fingers were now jammed up my hole, while Missy began cumming in torrents, drowning me in her wash. With a bellow like a water buffalo, I came and came in streams, in splotches. I continued to cum as those fingers milked my prostrate squirt after squirt until I believe I may have passed out for a minute. And still those fingers, even after I had finished now I spasmed but nothing was left to come out and I felt a burning in my sack. Still it continued until I thought I would go insane. Finally, the fingers were popped out and I could hear the smack of latex as it was being pulled off.
"What a shame, another minute and you could have stuck that thing in my little velvet playground," the other glove came off. "Oh well, maybe next time."
After that I was forced to lick up every strand of my cum and my face was rubbed in the puddle where Missy sat. "Finish with him, then meet me in your room."
Missy undid the straps and told me to get dressed and get out. She turned to walk away. It was strange sight, seeing her leash dangling between her knees as she meekly walked to the door of her bedroom.
