Ordeal in Liverpool

ORDEAL IN LIVERPOOL  Part 2 

By Long Tall Mary

Any hope that Paul’s treatment of her would be less brutal, than inflicted by Mistress, was quickly dashed. Paul did remove the panties stuffed in Kathleen’s mouth, it was  replaced by a rather loose fitting ball gag. At least she could breath through her mouth, the ball gag could probably be slipped but would likely result in some form of punitive torture.

Paul explained what was next for Kathleen. “I am going to take you down in the basement and tether you to the ceiling beam, you will then receive at least fifty lashes to your butttocks with the flogger. It will be painful, which is my intent, but the marks will heel within a few days, I had considered using a rattan to cane your ass but you could not take fifty strokes without bleeding. In addition you will sound off after every lash, Thank you sir may I have another, is what you will recite after each lash, if you fail to sound off loudly enough I will double the number of lashes and extend them to all parts of your body”.

After removing the ankle ropes Kathleen was led to the basement by Paul, where a six foot chain was connected from a ceiling beam to her elbow bindings and drawn taut, she was going nowhere. To further immobilize her, a three foot metal spreader bar with leather cuffs, was attached to her ankles.

Kathleen was further terrified when Paul donned a full face leather hood, she knew it as an “executioners hood”. Not being able to see his face was particularly troubling to Kathleen. Her gag was removed and Paul commenced with the flogging with none of the strokes being mild, the intensity was intentionally varied, to keep her off guard. Three times Paul threatened to double the number of lashes, each time Kathleen screamed out the required phrase. As painful as the lashes were, they were less so than the anal penetrations, and more palatable than having her face chained into Mistress’ cunt.

As Paul exulted in his flagellation, he reminisced back to some of the memorable bondage sessions conducted in his own basement dungeon. It was equipped with a cable and winch, would could be hand cranked, so that the sub could be either painfully bent over or forced to stand on her toes.

Another feature was a CCTV system, set up so from upstairs Paul could hear and see the sub in the basement, without the sub knowing when. A favorite technique was to attach a lengthy chain to the subs collar, from upstairs he would issue oral commands over the speaker. The sub might be required to dance, stand at attention, in a doggy style or whatever. Failure to comply would result in Paul coming downstairs to administer a painful lashing.

As Paul neared the fifty stroke count, it was obvious Kathleen was in great pain and close to passing out. He felt nothing but joy, the uppity bitch was not one of his favorite subs. Especially perturbing was that Kathleen had confided previously that her penile size expectations were greater than what he possessed, she also expected the male to be capable of having an ever ready rock hard erection, much like an actor in a porn movie. Further he was angered by her refusal to perform either oral or anal sex.

Paul was content with his penile size, and felt that Kathleen’s expectations of both size and endurance were unrealistic, she had been reading too many bondage stories. He was also troubled by her exclusivity-only coital sex, but not anal or oral. It was Paul’s intent to deny her wish to be cunt fucked by his cock, instead she would be forced to engage in oral sex with him. As Mistress had done an excellent job of forcing anal lesbian sex upon her, he decided not to subject her to any additional anal agony.

“Time for you to meditate awhile” chuckled Paul, as he reattached the ball gag and a leather blindfold. Kathleen could hear him walk upstairs, the creep was helping himself to the household, while leaving her unattended and not knowing what torture would be next.

Paul was indeed helping himself to the household, one of the items he examined was her cell phone, to see if she had  any calls since meeting her at the mall. None had been made, reassuring Paul that she had not confided his presence at the house to anyone. Upon playing a recent voice mail, it was Kathleen’s oldest daughter. She would be arriving home Saturday around noon, there was no need for her mother to return the call, Paul breathed a sigh of relief.

The thought of raping a mother and daughter together had long appealed to Paul, he had no qualms whatsoever about doing so. Realistically he knew that if done in this case, it most certainly would be reported to police. He would be easy enough to track down and a lengthy prison term was a near certainty, however he was more than willing to use it as a threat to further terrorize Kathleen.

Paul’s mind flashed back to his teen age period. As a product of  a broken home, he began harboring violent bondage fantasies against women around age twelve. Bondage pornography was not readily available to youth during this period, to obtain gratification Paul would watch every TV show which featured bound women. These scenes were invariably adulterated, as Lois Lane with her hands tied in front.

By the time he was fifteen Paul had become extremely proficient at binding females, inescapably in rope bondage. One day, high on marihuana, he tied up a sixteen year old female classmate, forcing her to give head, and ending up in juvenile court. With a clean record he knew he would receive probation.

Paul pressed his luck too far, during an interview with a female probation officer, seeing a photo of her daughter in the office, he requested a copy of both mother and daughter photos for masturbation purposes, after which he would tie them up, then rape each in the presence of the other.

This cost Paul two weeks in juvenile detention, during which period he was gang raped by a group of males. The episode instilled a deep fear of imprisonment in his already perverted psyche. Forced to seek psychiatric treatment, he was diagnosed as “exhibiting severe sexual psychopathology, characterized by a desire to restrain, torture and sexually abuse females”.

Surviving his troubled adolescent years, Paul found ways as an adult to gratify his violent bondage fantasies. So far he had been successful, in that none of his victims ever went to the police. The encounters always started on a consensual note, then quickly escalated to unsought levels of sadism, at least from the victim standpoint.

Still wearing his evil looking “executioners hood”, Paul removed Kathleen’s blindfold and gag, then played the daughter’s voice message for her. “I think I’ll keep you tied up until your daughter arrives, then she’ll be stripped and tied, then you both will be fucked while the other watches”. Kathleen, visibly shaken, pleaded desperately “don’t do anything to my daughter, I’ll do anything you say”.

Paul reacted by taking his flogger and delivering a vicious lash across her boobs, causing her to screech in pain. “It looks like you forgot the rule that you will not speak without permission”, he barked. Kathleen could not see his face but knew that his facial expression was one of delight.

It was time to prepare Kathleen for oral sex, that was easily done by removing the overhead tether and forcing her to kneel on a pillow, facing a chair, her wrists would remain bound behind her, Paul always preferred hands free blow jobs. Her ball gag was replaced by a Whitehead gag which forced her mouth open, leaving her powerless to bite down or otherwise resist the penile intruder.

Paul hinted strongly that if Kathleen’s oral performance was adequate he would consider leaving with the next hour or so, thus sparing the daughter from being forced into bondage. It was made clear that she was expected to swallow the ejaculate, not that the ratcheted gag made it avoidable. For Kathleen the oral sex was only slightly less detestable than anal sex, she had performed it a few times with her ex, most recently her psychiatrist solicited it from her, but had to settle for conventional coital sex using a condom.

Despite her exploration of bondage web sites, Kathleen never expected that oral sex would be performed in this manner, her fixation was being hog tied and cunt fucked. She now realized how foolish it was to have expressed her sexual preferences to Paul, let alone to have trusted him in the first place. The only thought on her mind was to save her daughter from this sadist, even if it meant swallowing the cum.

Paul toyed with her for about ten minutes as she desperately tried to please him with her mouth work. Twice he withdrew his cock, berating her for a less than satisfactory performance, while vividly describing what he planned for the daughter, “I’ll chain your daughters mouth to my asshole, just as Mistress chained your mouth to her cunt, your daughter will tongue my asshole and simultaneously you will suck my cock”. The horror of having her own mouth chained into Mistress’ cunt was fresh in her mind, distasteful as the juices were, certainly forcing an uninitiated 20 year old to engage in anal sodomy would be even more traumatic.

Paul was growing increasingly perturbed over the quality of Kathleen’s mouth work, he then ejaculated discharging a copious quantity of semen, leaving her with no choice but to swallow the load. Any hopes that this was the last of  oral sex were quickly dashed as Paul announced that later, Kathleen would gag on his entire cock, without any other object in her mouth, this would be done in the presence of her daughter. It was a scene beyond his wildest expectations, mother bound in front of him and gagging on his cock, with the daughters face chain compressed into his asshole and forced to pleasure it with her tongue.

At this point Paul de ordered Kathleen to remain kneeling as he stretched on the couch to relax, her jaw was aching from the tightly ratcheted gag, the foul taste of the ejaculate lingered in her throat. While she was already in a state of high anxiety, it was intensified by not being able to see Paul’s face, it remained concealed by his hood. Fears that he might be homicidal persisted in her mind.

Kathleen’s cell rang, Paul did not answer it but let it proceed to voice mail, before playing back the message. It was from Amy, Kathleen’s 19 year old daughter, she would be arriving home about 5:00AM, she had a house key and there was no need for her mother to be up. Whereas the older daughter would not arrive until seven hours later, the prospect of waiting for the younger daughter was proving to be an irresistible urge. Kathleen could be restrained for the night and the daughter overpowered upon her arrival.

Paul did not immediately play the new voice mail for Kathleen, instead he connected her wrist bindings to the ankle bindings, leaving her in a kneeling hogtie with the metallic dental gag replaced by a ball gag. Paul then went upstairs hoping to find a picture of Amy, this would further whet his appetite for putting her in bondage.

While rummaging through her room Paul made an astounding discovery. Tucked away in a drawer in Amy’s was an envelope containing several photos, two of which depicted her nude and hogtied on a bed, in two other photos she was embracing another nude female. It appeared that unknown to her mother, Amy was a closet lesbian, with bondage fantasies as well.

The discovery of the photo ended any reservations Paul had about forced mother/daughter bondage. Returning to the basement, Paul first played Amy’s voice mail, then showed the bondage photos to Kathleen, he was giddy with delight, she was devastated upon viewing the photos, her gag was removed but she remained under strict orders to not speak without permission.

Paul did the talking. His focus was on the consequences of reporting the matter to the police, it was a consensual affair after all, at least between Kathleen and himself, numerous retained e-mails and instant messages would prove this. It was also suggested that unflattering photos of mother and daughter would be posted on the internet. Disclosure of Amy’s lesbian orientation would be devastating to Kathleen’s public image. Despite his earlier vivid description, Paul assured Kathleen that her daughter would be used sexually, but not subjected to the floggings and forced anal sex that mother had endured.

Kathleen’s ball gag having been removed, she begged permission to speak and it was granted. “Please spare my daughter and I’ll do anything you say”. “That is enough from you”, Paul replied before replacing the ball gag, “It is time to bed you down for the night“.

Paul was a devotee of rope bondage, but realized that in certain situations other forms of restraint were necessary. For Kathleen this would entail padlocking a six foot chain at two points, one to her collar, the other to the bed frame. This would keep her in place, keeping her current tight rope bindings in place for nearly eight hours would risk neurological damage from impaired circulation. He prided himself on the fact that none of his subs had suffered a serious injury, therefore her bindings were adjusted so that her wrists were bound in the front with rope, then connected to the front ring on her collar with another length of rope.

The spreader bar and ball gag would remain in place, to keep her occupied an eight inch vibrator was inserted into her twat, secured by a rope around her waist and looped underneath. With six speed settings on the remote controlled vibrator, it was assured that Kathleen would experience several hours of orgasmic torment. Paul made it quite clear that should the gag or vibrator be removed, she would pay a painful price.

Kathleen no longer had the will to resist this deranged sadist, particularly devastating was that Amy was apparently a lesbian. She was willing to do anything to please him, and could only hope he would honor his word to minimize whatever tortures he had planned for Amy.

At this point Paul removed his hood and propped himself into a sitting position on the bed, beside his beautiful captive. Her vibrator was causing erotic agony and consternation to Kathleen, she knew perfectly well that Paul was turned on watching her, as she fought the urge to cum. In the past she had played with butterfly vibrators but never one of this size. She was intent on denying him the gratification of seeing her cum, still she was unable to refrain from moaning into her ball gag, which in itself was a turn on for Paul.

The timing cycle was highly irregular, one minute at high speed, forty five second pause, fifteen seconds moderate, and so on. By the five minute point Kathleen knew she could not hold off much longer, if only Paul would leave the room. He had no intention of doing so and removed his hood, enabling Kathleen to see his face as he ogled at her plight.

“You have my permission to cum my dear and I must insist upon it or you will suffer dearly” commanded Paul.

Kathleen knew she couldn’t resist any longer and a wave of pent up orgasmic pleasure exploded within her. It had been a long time since Kathleen experienced an orgasm, she had been so turned off at being coerced into sex with her psychiatrist, that she had faked orgasms. Today was the real thing.

Paul then announced that the vibrator would stay in place until her daughter arrived, once again he chided her not to attempt to remove it. The semantics were unnecessary, as the chain had been adjusted for maximal tightness and was painfully embedded into her slit.

As Kathleen pondered her continuing plight, Paul stood beside the bed and dialed a number on his cell, adding “I think Mistress might enjoy a return visit here”.

END PART 2