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Date: 23:39:11 on Thursday, December 01, 2011
Name:  The story teller
Subject: House of Dark Pleasures part 15
Mildred took her eyes off Mabel, scrutinized George. "What's the matter
with that?" she asked, prodding his cock with the butt of her whip. "It
wasn't all soft like that this afternoon when Mabel was sucking it off!"
Doris drew in her breath. So that was what Mildred had caught them
doing! She looked at George with a different expression. Didn't he ever
have enough? He screwed me twice, once up my pussy, and once up my ass,
this afternoon--and then he still wanted the cook to suck his cock off for
him! She stifled an urge to giggle. No wonder his cock was soft and
limp--it'd had a very busy day!
A cruel smile crossed Mildred's face. "Well have to see what we can do
about that, won't we, George?"
Doris thought his face turned paler.
"All right," Mildred nodded to Mabel. "Bend over the stool!"
Reluctantly but obediently, Mabel went up to the strange stool, leaned
her flabby body over it.
Doris watched as the fleshy buttocks spread open, and she saw a trickle
of wetness sliding down the insides of Mabel's fat thighs.
Mildred nodded to Doris. "Fasten her hands and feet to the legs of the
stool with the straps."
Wonderingly, Doris did as she was asked, hearing Mabel groan when the
leather thongs pulled her legs wider apart.
"Tighten the leather," Mildred instructed. "I want her stretched tight
as a bow!"
Mabel's bottom moved up higher when Doris tightened the thongs on her
wrists. She glanced at it, feeling a flicker of excitement when she saw
the opening anal orifice. It looked red and wet inside: she restrained a
temptation to stick her finger into the wetness.
The cook's thighs parted more widely when Doris tightened the straps on
her ankles, and the hairy tip of her vulva became more clearly visible
What, Doris wondered, are the other straps on the legs for?
Mildred answered her unspoken question.
"Position yourself behind Mabel, George!"
The chauffeur stumbled forward, stood just inches behind the palpitating
bottom of the cook
"Fasten two straps to George's ankles!" Mildred ordered.
The two straps were longer than the ones which held Mabel in place, and
when Doris had, obediently, fastened them, George was still twelve inches
or so behind the cook.
"Now take the long straps from the front of the stool and fasten them to
George's hands," said Mildred.
Meekly, George held out his wrists, let Doris slip on the leather cuffs,
tighten them so that he was standing, still upright, but stooped forward
though not touching Mabel's naked body.
Mildred stared at the limp, dangling cock, then tapped it with her whip.
"Your wonderful, hungry cock seems very quiet tonight, George!" she
sneered.
He shivered. "I--I'm tired, Ma'am."
Doris restrained a smile. Mildred didn't know that her chauffeur had
raped her twice that afternoon.
Mildred stood so that she could talk into George's face. "I want you to
screw Mabel's ass, George--I want you to stick your filthy cock right up
her asshole and fuck!" The words spat out, viciously, and George recoiled.
"I--I can't, Ma'am, I can't!" he moaned.
The cruel smile came back to Mildred's face. "Well see about that!"
Mildred hurried to her dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a
small black box that made Doris's eyes open in wonder.
It was not unlike the box that Basil had used that afternoon.
There was a cord which Mildred plugged into a socket in the wall, then
she opened the box, took out a cable--with an electrode on the end.
"Doctor Basil!" Doris gasped.
Mildred gave her a quick smile. "Something like that," she murmured.
She positioned herself behind the chauffeur, holding the electrode by its
insulated end.
"Bend forward a little, George," she said, her voice dry with
excitement.
"Ma'am," he protested, "please, Ma'am, not that!"
Mildred picked up her whip, slashed him across the buttocks. "Don't
whine!" She bent, chose her spot carefully then lashed between his parted
legs and the whip cut across his flesh-encased balls. A scream of agony
pierced from George's lips.
"Don't hurt him, Ma'am!" Mabel's voice, muffled, came from her hidden
face.
"Keep your goddamned mouth shut," snarled Mildred. She changed her
position, moved in front of George so that she was close to Mabel's exposed
bottom. She raised the electrode, probed between Mabel's buttocks with the
end of it until she found the opening to her vulva; viciously, she stuck
the electrode in.
A wail started in Mabel's throat.
Mildred activated a switch and the electrode jerked in her hand. A high
scream came from Mabel's lips and her buttocks writhed wildly. Mildred
laughed, pressed the switch again. This time, Mabel's entire body lifted
on the back of the stool; fierce shivers racked through her flesh as the
screams shrilled from her throat.
Doris watched as a stream of urine gushed down from the contracting,
spawning vulva.
Mildred withdrew the electrode. "Just keep quiet, Mabel," she said,
sounding calm, as though her sadistic act had appeased her anger.
"It's not the same as Basil uses," Mildred explained to Doris. "This
one shocks instead of thrills," she laughed. "There's quite a difference,
I can assure you." She looked down at Mabel's shivering, urinating vulva.
"Isn't that right, Mabel? It gives you quite a jolt, doesn't it?" But only
babbling moans came from the cook's lips in reply.
Doris was surprised to find that her hand had slid underneath her
baby-doll nightie; her fingers were between the lips of her pussy, gliding
up, down, touching her clitoris, gliding down again. The erotic scene
before her eyes was thrilling her intensely.
"Now, George," said Mildred, "you know what I'm going to do!"
He twisted his neck, showed a white face to his mistress, but kept his
lips closed.
Mildred moved behind him again, hissed into the chauffeur's ear. "I
want you to stick your cock in Mabel's asshole and fuck!"
The cook's bottom was shiveringly open; the red hole between the cheeks
was red and hugely wide, but George's cock was still soft.
Mildred squeezed the end of the electrode between George's buttocks,
then finding the tight hole, thrust it in hard. The chauffeur winced as
the rod penetrated his anus but he managed to stifle his moans.
Mildred switched on the current and the tip of the electrode vibrated
gently inside George's ass. Doris saw his penis tremble.
Mildred sent through a mild shock; George groaned this time but his cock
twitched jerkily. She sent through a sharper shock. George screamed this
time, but his cock moved upward, started to form an erection.
"Jam it in her ass, you fool," screamed Mildred. "Fuck her filthy hole,
George, you goddamned fool!"
The end of his cock weaved as he took a shambling half-step forward; he
staggered, half-fell and his cock squashed against Mabel's bottom. He
dragged himself upright--and Mildred sent through a fierce shock. He
screamed, his body jerked and his cock slithered madly over Mabel's fleshy
buttocks then jammed between the cheeks. As soon as Mildred saw its
position, she sent through a massive jolt--and George screamed his agony,
let his body lurch forward and his cock, swollen with artificial lust, tore
through Mabel's anal tissue. Her screams blended with his and she
flattened herself on the leather top of the stool. George teetered
forward; Mildred jolted his ass again and his cock reacted, pushing in,
tearing between the cheeks of the impinged bottom.
Doris had moved closer in her excitement; now, she was standing beside
Mildred, who was weaving her own body in tune with the tortured lurchings
of George's and Mabel's violated bodies.
"Fuck her, George," Mildred shrilled, jolting him, sending a searing
stab of electricity into his ass. He screamed, jerked forward, felt his
cock throbbing, expanding against the sucking tissue inside Mabel's abused
asshole.
"Stop!" he screamed suddenly. "Stop it, Ma'am, please stop!"
He was plunging his cock in and out of Mabel's jerking bottom without
any help from the electrode. Mabel was squealing as the stiffened shaft
was tearing in her very depths. "I--I'm coming, Ma'am," George sobbed,
"I'm coming!"
Mildred sent a series of vicious shocks into his body, watching his
bottom shaking and quivering as each successive jolt went in. Mabel's
bottom was like jelly, as the plunging cock pulled out wet tissue, then
thrust it back in with each vicious lurch.
"Doris," squealed Mildred, "help me--please help me!" She was standing
with her legs astride, short leather skirt held high. "My pussy," she
hissed into Doris's face, "please touch my pussy--I'm going to come!"
Hesitantly at first, then more boldly, Doris slid her hand between
Mildred's thighs, moved her fingers up until she encountered warm, wet
tissue that throbbed in her hand.
"Squeeze it, oh, please squeeze it, Doris, you little doll!"
Mildred jerked her legs together, trapping Doris's hand.
A fresh shock stabbed into George's ass, and Mildred moaned with
excitement. "Now, Doris, now!" Her voice rose, and Doris moved her fingers
as she felt Mildred's pussy squirming, jerking and orgasming on her hand.
The electrode was turned off; Mildred let the shaft slide from George's
abused, tortured anus. He sagged down onto his haunches. Mabel lay on her
face, sobbing, as George's thick lust-juice trickled out of her curled-open
anus.
"You darling," Mildred whispered to Doris as they stood close together
behind the disciplined servants, "you sweet, lovable doll!" She turned her
head, placed her hand behind Doris's head then kissed her on the lips.
"Oh, Mildred, oh--" Doris quavered when the older woman withdrew her
mouth from hers.
"Don't talk," whispered Mildred, stroking Doris's face. "It was all so
wonderful--especially you, you delicious baby-doll; just don't talk for
now."
Mildred took a staggering step to her bed, sank down on the edge of it.
"Untie them," she said, her voice satiated, quiet; so different from the
lust-crazed voice she had used when she was sending jolting shocks into
George's asshole and watching his cock tear into Mabel's anus. "I feel so
tired," she smiled at Doris.
Dories unfastened the bonds while Mildred sat on the edge of her bed,
rocking herself gently back and forth as she watched.
"Now, you can go," said Mildred to the servants. "Both of you--don't
bother getting dressed here--take your clothes with you, and--" she took a
deep breath, "I hope your taste of discipline has gone you good."
They picked up their clothes with trembling hands, limped towards the
door; Mabel wailing softly, deep in her throat, and George wincing, each
time one buttock pressed against the other.
Mildred smiled at Doris. "It was all so wonderful," she said again.
Doris smiled back at her; she was at such a high pitch of excitement that
she was unable to speak. Now, she supposed, Mildred will do wonderful,
exciting things to me--make me orgasm like I've never orgasmed, make me
come like crazy, blow, blast, cream and rocket into cloud nine or ten or
zillion!
"I feel drained," said Mildred, "emotionally and physically, Doris doll,
I'd like to take you to bed with me, but it's not possible. Things affect
me this way--take every little last drop of energy out of me. You do
understand, don't you?"
Doris stared at her mistress, feeling her pussy contracting between her
thighs. I don't understand! Her clitoris was stiff, projecting out of its
slot, begging for attention. I want to orgasm, too! She squeezed one leg
over the other, felt the residual waves of electricity vibrating in her
body. The erotic scene had heightened, not lessened her overriding desire.
I want a cock or a hand or understanding lips on my pussy and clit! That's
what I understand--that's what I want!
Mildred's eyes were closing; a drowsy, satiated expression was
obliterating the lines on her face. Doris gave her a sharp, bitter glance,
then turned, stumbled out of the bedroom door. You bitch! You used me to
make you come--just like you used Mabel's and George's flesh--then you send
me away when you're satisfied!
Doris walked blindly down the corridor until she came to her room. The
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