Heather falls deeper under the spell of Mitch and Gabrielle. She is punished severely
Story codes: MF, FF, MFF, bd sm

Chapter 2

The security guard loomed over Heather as she packed up the personal items in her desk with fumbling fingers that had little awareness of what she was doing.  She knew it was shock, but she’d just been fired.  Only Tom Wilson stopped by to say goodbye, ignoring the guard’s admonition not to interrupt Heather.  That old fart Johnson had called her into his office and told her they were letting her go because she wasn’t a “team player.”  Yeah, right.  That meant she wouldn’t suck Johnson’s nasty cock.  And here they were giving her only one week of severance.  How would she get by?  She would call Mitch and Gabrielle.  They would know what to do.  At least, she thought with some satisfaction, she’d been smart enough to forward those incriminating emails from Johnson to her account at home.  As she stood up to leave, she couldn’t help letting out a jab at the guard, who’d been very explicit about not allowing her even to turn on her computer.  “Don’t worry.  I have copies of all the incriminating files at home.”  The guard said nothing, but of course he didn’t really give a damn.

“Oh, that’s terrible, Heather,” said Mitch after she’d poured out her heart on the phone, telling him everything.  “Come on over, and we can talk it over with Gabrielle and see what there is to be done.”

Heather stood before the familiar green door with its cream trim and leaded glass.  Hesitating only a second, she rang their doorbell, grateful that she’d met the two of them.  She felt so free in their presence.  Things she’d wanted to do or know about, they did them to her.  She was exploring depths she never knew about.

The door opened.  Gabrielle answered the door wearing a long and flowing outfit in a floral print that clung to her body or flowed free.  Heather could see she wore nothing underneath it.  Gabrielle held out her arms and Heather fell into them.  “Oh, you poor dear,” she said.  “Mitch is making up a big drink for you.”

After she’d drunk two margaritas she told Mitch and Gabrielle the whole story.  Mitch sat in his chair in the den listening, one leg thrown over the arm.  He steepled his fingers and said, “I have a proposition, Heather.  I think it could solve a number of problems.”

“OK, I’m listening.”

“Your training as a slave has been going well, very well, except for one thing.”

“Oh, it has been great, Mitch, really great!  But what’s the problem?”  She thought of the deep sexual response she’d discovered with Gabrielle and Mitch and how close she’d come to having that first orgasm.

“It’s going slowly.  It would be much faster were it 24/7.”

“Yes, that is true,” added Gabrielle.  “If you moved in with us and became our full-time slave, you wouldn’t be starting all over each time we got together.”

“Plus, you could relinquish your apartment, put whatever you don’t need into storage, and just not worry about that job for awhile.  We would take care of whatever expenses you would have.  I will be glad to file suit against them, and while your court case percolates, you wouldn’t have to worry about living expenses.  I think that in the end and with persistence, we could claim wrongful termination and sexual harassment.”  Mitch leaned back in his chair.  Heather imagined him naked and fucking her and talking lawyer talk.

The thought excited her.  She could just let go and let Mitch and Gabrielle be in charge of everything.  It would be heavenly.  “What would the ground rules be?  The same safe word deal?”

“Close,” Mitch replied.  “The only difference is, you can use your safe word, but that’s the end of everything.  You’ll move out and resume your life, no hard feelings at all.  Clearly if you’ve used it, we’ve gone too far, and the trust has been lost.  That’s why your slavery would have to end.”

“I don’t understand.  Couldn’t we just back up?”

Mitch smiled.  “At first glance, yes, but it’s a lot more complicated than that.  A good enslavement means perfect attunement between the Master and his knowledge of the slave and the slave and her knowledge of herself.  Misreading it any time after the very beginning when each is learning indicates the match isn’t right and probably won’t be right, ever.”  He paused for a moment and looked directly at her.  “You are exquisite, Heather, nearly the perfect slave, I think.  You love to obey and to please your master, but you have enough spice in you to make the relationship really interesting.  The three of us could go where very few have ever gone.”  He laughed briefly.  “We might even become legendary in the Lifestyle.”

“Oh.”  She thought about it for a moment, warmed by the compliments.  They struck a deep resonance with her.  All her life she’d wanted appreciation, which she never received from her parents, and these people thought she was perfect.  The sense of danger that this change entailed also was delicious.  She knew she was skating on the very edge, and she loved it.  For the first time in her life, she could be bad, too. Plus, it was perfectly safe.  She could always escape. “OK, it’s a deal.”

“Excellent,” said Mitch.  “I will send the movers over in three days.  It’ll take you that long to get your affairs in order.”

“What do I need to bring?”

“Nothing, except perhaps a toothbrush.  We’ll provide whatever clothing you need.  We’ll also specify any cosmetics for you.”

Gabrielle smiled at her and took her hands.  “I can tell this has been hard on you.  That job was bad at its best, what with your boss trying to sexually harass you.  As our slave, you will have no worries.”

Heather felt a great relief.  She’d just had too much to deal with.  There was her parents’ death, Brad walking out, losing her job, and a few other things.  Of course, she’d had little contact with her parents anyway, and even had they been alive, she wouldn’t have turned to them.  She looked at Mitch and Gabrielle.  She would just turn over her will to them and go with the flow of exploring the obviously deep sexual needs she had.  “Thank you.  Yes, I will be your slave.”  She felt a deep, driving desire at the moment.  She could feel the juices flowing between her legs, and the tingling told her she was becoming excited.

Mitch must have seen the desire in her eyes, but what he said disappointed Heather greatly.  “There will be no sex until you are enslaved.”

“Why?” Heather said feeling brazen.  “I want you both, like we’ve done over the past month.”

“Because I am the master, Heather!”  The steel in his normally quiet voice surprised her.  “I will explain if I want, but many things you will be ordered to do will come without any explanation.  You are expected to obey without question and to please both me and Mistress Gabrielle without complaint.  A slave does not question her Master.  A Master can also punish his slave if she doesn’t obey, or just because it pleases him.”

Heather felt chastened and dropped her eyes, feeling excitement at the thought of being punished.  She thought about finally being the Bad Girl, even if she had to pay for the privilege with punishment. “Yes, Master.”

“In this case, I want your sexual desires to ferment over these next few days so that when you come here to be enslaved you will be filled with desire.”

“Yes, Master.”

* * * * *

Three days later, she knocked on Mitch and Gabrielle’s door.  They both smiled at her as they opened the door.  “Welcome, Heather, my little slave,” said Mitch.  They both hugged her, and she felt a deep warmth as she entered the house.

Mitch placed his hands on her shoulders, “And, so, my Heather, you are ready for enslavement?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“You understand that you have complete freedom as to when your enslavement ends, but no choice whatsoever about individual orders?  In other words, if we go beyond what is acceptable to you, you can end your enslavement, but you cannot object to any particular act.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Excellent!  From this moment forward, you are our slave.  Gabrielle, will take you to your slave quarters.  First, I want to give you some rules.  Number one, you are a slave and will obey all orders from either of us, or you will be punished.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Two, as a slave you will not speak unless spoken to.  If you feel it necessary to speak, you will first ask permission.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Three, as your Master, my desires are all that matters, and it is your job to please me completely.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good!” he smiled warmly.  “Now take her to her slave quarters and prepare her, Gabrielle.  Then we will put her collar on her.”

“My, aren’t we a bit peremptory today,” Gabrielle said, tweaking Mitch’s cheek. Without another word, Gabrielle turned and walked out of the room.  Heather followed her through the large open area of the house past Mitch’s and Gabrielle’s luxurious bedroom.  Another door opened off the hallway.  Gabrielle opened the door.  Heather entered and examined the room.

“These are your slave quarters,” said Gabrielle. 

Heather examined the room.  It was Spartan, but appeared comfortable.  There were no windows, but the single bed with a cheerful floral spread looked comfortable.  A sink and vanity with plenty of room on it and a shower and toilet stood in one corner.  There was no closet that Heather could see, but two hangers lay on the bed.  “Where do I put my clothes?” she asked.

“Clothes?” laughed Gabrielle.  “You will be naked most of the time as befits a slave.  We will give you any clothes we wish you to wear.  You are a slave, after all.”

It hit her, then, exactly what this was about.

“And, of course, whether you sleep in here at all is our option.”  Gabrielle gently grabbed her chin and smiled, “We may just chain you to the foot of our bed.”

Strangely, the thought of that didn’t frighten her nearly as much as she thought it should.

“Now, strip naked and give me your clothes.”

Heather began unbuttoning the rather prim blouse she’d selected because she thought Mitch would enjoy exposing her.  She felt a little ill at ease with Gabrielle staring as she revealed her sexy bra.  She undid her belt and let her dark slacks fall to the floor.  She stood for a moment in her very sexy push-up bra and thong panties before undoing the former and slipping the panties down over her hips and legs.

Gabrielle reached with her hand and fondled her right breast with complete familiarity, as if she owned it.  Heather realized she did, or at least shared ownership with Mitch.  She ran her hand down between Heather’s thighs.  “Spread you legs, slave,” she ordered, then handled her pussy, feeling it with her fingers.  “I am glad to see you shaved.”  A woman touching her no longer bothered her, and, in fact, she enjoyed it.  Yes, one of her taboos was no more.

“Yes, Mistress.”  Heather knew what the proper protocol was.

“Hang your clothes on those hangers.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Carefully picking up her blouse, she hung it and her underwear on one hanger, her skirt on the other.  

Gabrielle turned and left the room.  Heather hesitated, and Gabrielle turned as she left the room.  “What, Slave, you didn’t follow?”

“No mistress, I didn’t know what to do.”

“You should know.  I am a Master, and you are a slave, and I shouldn’t have to tell you everything.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Bend over, Slave.  All the way over, with your hands on the floor.”
Heather bent over.  She felt very exposed.  Then she felt a hard slap to her bottom.  It caught her by surprise and stung surprisingly.  She looked back and saw Gabrielle winding up for another slap.  She cried out but knew enough not to flinch.  The blow warmed her bottom.

“Now, get up, Slave, and make certain you understand how to behave.  We Masters should not have to tell you everything.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As they walked along the hall, Heather a pace or two behind Gabrielle, Gabrielle told her to hang her clothes in the closet and then took her to Mitch in the living room.  Mitch arose from his leather chair, where he’d been reading.  “Ah, yes, I see you have our slave.”  In his hand he held a black leather dog collar with a clip and several silver studs along with several jeweled studs decorating it.  She stood before him, her hands clasped humbly in front of her and her eyes downcast.  She felt his hot eyes on her naked body.  She felt the wetness between her legs.

“Turn around, Slave.  This collar is the emblem of your slavery.  I can clip a leash on it and lead you around by it.”  He pointed to a large loop.  “These,” he said, pointing to smaller loops,” allow me to clip chains to your nipples or other parts, if I choose.”  He grasped her right nipple and twisted it while letting it slide between his thumb and forefinger.  The pain cut into her like a pure flame, radiating from her nipple to her cunt, and she felt herself beginning to drip.

As she turned around, Mitch backed up.  “Her bottom is red, Gabrielle.  Did you have to discipline her?”

“Yes, I did.  She waited for me to tell her to follow.  So, I had to give her a couple of swats with my hand.  Stung, too.”

Mitch placed the leather collar around her neck.  She smelled the tang of the leather and the coolness of it against her skin.  “That was very rude, Slave.  You made Mistress Gabrielle hurt her hand.”

“I am very sorry, Master.  I didn’t mean to be contrary.”  She couldn’t quite understand herself standing naked in front of these two, feeling excited and not caring that anyone knew.  Heather could hear her mother’s disapproving voice when her breasts had begun to bud.  Sex was a woman’s duty to her husband, never to be really enjoyed.  A woman’s place was to serve her husband, her children, and the most important Master of all. Her father’s was there, too, with his words about serving God.  They had, of course.  They’d walked the walk.  Always involved in good works, they had high expectations for Heather, but she never could live up to them, and so their miasmic disapproval lingered in the air, slowly poisoning little Heather.  Now, she wanted to release herself completely and be free. This somehow was the path.

Mitch ran his hands over her body as if he owned her completely.  They roamed her breasts, then down her belly and between her legs.  Little sparks of electricity seemed to leap from his fingers to her skin with each fingertip leaving traces of sensation along her skin. His finger slipped between her lips and across her clitoris.  “Our little slave is wet, Gabrielle.”  He spread her lips wide, and Gabrielle slid her finger along her slit, too.  Heather felt deep shame at being spread apart and explored and at responding that way.  Her response was open for anyone to see or feel.  Her parents had not said much when she showed an interest in boys, just that air of disapproval that she was not devoting her life to service as they had. 

“What a hot little slut she is.”

“Yes, she is, Mitch,” Gabrielle said, rubbing her fingertip right on Heather’s sensitive clit.  “When she’s properly trained, we’ll invite our friends over to see how well we’ve trained our little slut of a slave.”

The thought of being displayed to strangers almost made her cum.  They would be spreading her apart, and strange hands would be all over her body and on her private parts, and she could do nothing about it.  Perhaps they would fuck her or make her perform unspeakable acts in front of people.

“Careful, Gabrielle, don’t let the slut come just yet.”  

Gabrielle stopped, leaving Heather’s entire groin area tingling and begging for more.  She wanted to rub herself, but she knew that would just get her in trouble. “Please, Master, fuck me,” she moaned.  She couldn’t believe she’d said that.  Only a slut would beg, and to use that word, too.  Yes, that was what she was, and she deserved to be punished for it.

Mitch laughed. “Yes, just listen to the little slut beg for it, Gabrielle.  First there is the matter of her making you hurt your hand.  Bend over the couch!” he ordered.

Heather did as she was told, but she looked back to where Mitch was standing.  His body was subtly arched, full of tension and power, power that would release her, she knew.  She felt exposed with her bottom in the air.  She knew what was coming and braced herself.  She heard the whish of the whip before she felt it and tensed her muscles in anticipation.  Then her bottom exploded in pain.  

“Oh, Mitch, did you see how our slave tensed?  That meant she feared the lash.”

“Yes, I saw that.  I am very disappointed in her.”  She felt Mitch’s hand on her bottom, exploring between her cheeks.  “Do you hear that, Heather?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I want you to relax and embrace the lash.  Accept it, revel in the pain and stimulation it brings.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, or I will have to punish you severely until you are able to do it.”

“Yes, Master.  Please, punish me until I become a proper slave.”  She said the words, but her heart was pounding with fear.  She’d never been whipped like she was going to be whipped.

She heard the swish as he drew back the whip, and she almost clenched her cheeks, but she didn’t want to disappoint Mitch.  She wanted to give up her will and be the vessel of his pleasure and of her own, and she knew that to do that, she couldn’t fight the whip.  So, she relaxed.  Besides, she deserved to be punished for being wet and for having a tingle in her clitoris.  She felt the connection to Mitch, and she definitely didn’t fight it.  It pervaded her, wrapped around her and embraced her, and she felt the warmth all over.  The stimulation of it made her nerve ends everywhere tingle.  She moaned softly.

“What an excellent slut, Mitch!  She craves punishment.”

“Yes, I am pleased.  Let us see if she can keep it up.”

With that, Mitch drew back the whip.  She heard the sound and unconsciously thrust her bottom up an inch or two to receive it.  She moaned as the pain enwrapped her in its folds.  Again and again, harder each time, Mitch whipped her.  She was in ecstasy as she had never been before.  The pain was nothing and yet everything. She moaned and sobbed, each time thrusting her bottom up to meet the whip.  Several times the strands would miss the meat of her cheeks and find the more sensitive flesh between them.  She gasped each time and hoped the next blow would find her tenderer flesh.  She really deserved to be punished, there.  She felt the tears come, but that was of no importance.  The only thing that mattered was embracing the pain.

Suddenly, it stopped.  She tingled everywhere, and her bottom was aflame.  Cool hands touched it.  “Perfect, Mitch.  Just look how red her bottom is, and how beautiful are the stripes.”

“Yes, very even.”

“You’re an artist.”

He laughed.  “Up, slut, and look at yourself in that mirror by the bar.”

Heather stood gingerly, slowly returning from whatever trance space she’d been in.  Backing up to the mirror, she looked over her shoulder and was shocked by what she saw.  Her backside blazed crimson to match the heat with a complex pattern of welts and stripes.  Yet, she felt a certain pride in how she had embraced the pain and viewed her stripes as her campaign ribbons.

“Very good, Slave,” he said.  “You endured a very severe whipping and did very well, even if it was only on your relatively insensitive bottom.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said, standing demurely with her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes cast down.  Her fingers strayed to her pussy, which was burning with desire.  She wanted her master to throw her down and use her roughly.  She felt she might even have that first orgasm that had eluded her for so long.

“Are you masturbating, Heather?” Mitch asked sternly.

“I’m sorry, Master.  I need to be fucked so very badly.  Please, Master, please?”  She spread her legs a bit. 

“My, my, Gabrielle, this will never do.  I think we shall have to punish her more severely, and this time we will whip her more sensitive front.”

Heather almost came.

“Would that be good for you, Heather?”

“Yes, Master.  I need your discipline, Master.  My pussy is very naughty, Master.” She felt a total sluttishness she’d not felt before.  If she couldn’t be perfect, she could be bad.

“The only question, Gabrielle, is whether to restrain her or not.  I think it might be useful to see what she will take unrestrained.”

“If she tries to cover up and escape, we can always restrain her, and then whip her.”

“True.  I don’t think she’ll take much.  This one has a soft streak.”  He grasped her jaw.  “Don’t you?”  His face was close enough to her that she felt his heat and smelled his breath, sweetened by mint.

“No, Master.  I deserve to be punished, and I would never attempt to escape what I deserve.” 

He laughed.  “Then lie on that divan with your legs spread.”

She lay on the cool leather, enjoying the soothing feel of it on her hot bottom.  She spread her legs, feeling terribly vulnerable and exposed.  She knew they were looking at her pussy, which was hot, swollen and wet like a slut’s would be.

He touched her engorged nipples.  “Look at this slut, Gabrielle.”

“Yes, her nipples are swollen and turgid,” Gabrielle said, tweaking one between her thumb and forefinger.  “It just takes a touch for this slut to show her true nature.”  Heather moaned.  She wanted desperately to please them and also to simply be the slut she was and for which she richly deserved to be punished.

Mitch twirled the whip in his hands.  She saw his eyes on her breasts, and the thought of the whip caressing her nipples filled her with anticipation.  She watched with fascination as the whip rose in Mitch’s hand.  In the brief moment before the whip fell, she noted his biceps contract and rise to a smooth and powerful curve.  She held her breath and relaxed every muscle, willing the whip to caress her with pain and continue her liberation.  Almost in slow motion, the whip descended, the strands whistling in the air as they spread to caress her everywhere.  The cruel and rough leather thongs stroked her tender nipples, as the pain exploded and enfolded her.  “Ahhhh,” she moaned as the pain went directly to her pussy and its pleasure centers.  She thrust her breasts forward to receive the next blow.

“Look at that slut, Mitch.  She loves it!”

“Yes, she does.  We shall see, though, just how long it goes on until she breaks.

Heather felt herself slipping into a trance.  There was only the whip on her breasts, the leather tearing at her tender nipples and striping her flesh.  She looked down in fascination as the whip descended time and time again, leaving red, angry stripes.  She was liberated from her body, dissociated and watching with fascination as the other Heather was whipped and disciplined.  She deserved the pain for all her foolishness.  It was her penance and her liberation, she knew.  

And then, the whip began moving lower, slowly working its way down her belly.  She knew where it was heading, and she spread her legs a bit wider to receive it.  She deserved what was going to happen.  She needed it.  She had been wicked all her life, straying from her true path.  The anguish would straighten her out.  Then, she thrust her hips forward, and the first strands found her tender pussy.  She screamed in agony and ecstasy as the leather strands found the swollen and tender flesh.

Then, as the strands of the whip struck again, each one finding a tender place on her exposed pussy, she was on the very edge of coming.  She felt her deep worthlessness and the profound joy that Mitch cared enough to whip her. Her parents had been saints, always working for the church, but she was never worthy of their approval.  For that, she must be punished, she knew, for only by taking what she deserved could she expiate her sins. 

She felt Mitch striking harder, misunderstanding the cause of her tears.  The pain totally consumed her, and yet she felt herself thrusting her hips forward and spreading her legs even wider.  Her clit was exposed, and the whip found it.  She heard herself screaming as she tried to force herself through that wall and come.  Then it stopped.  

“Oh my, Mitch, you drew blood,” said Gabrielle.  Heather watched as Gabrielle touched her lacerated pussy with a fingertip that came away red.  She throbbed, and she could see her reddened pubic regions criss-crossed with stripes, each one an agony.

“Yes, she’s tougher than she looks.  She is a fine slave, a fine slave.”  He looked up at Gabrielle.  “And tonight, do you want me to fuck you or fuck this slave?”  Gabrielle thought for awhile, and Heather hoped desperately that she would want Mitch to fuck her instead of Gabrielle.  

“I think that I would like to watch you fuck her, only before you come, stick your cock into me.”

Gabrielle undid Mitch’s trousers, and Heather knew he was going to fuck her right there in the living room.  She wanted his cock so badly!  It popped out as Gabrielle took down his trousers and underwear.  Mitch’s cock was very large, and Heather loved it.  Gabrielle took it into her mouth, sucking on the head until Mitch moaned.  She held the smooth head in her mouth and slid her hand up and down on the shaft. Gabrielle took it in her hand and began guiding it toward Heather’s hot pussy.  Gabrielle’s left hand spread Heather’s lips apart as her right guided Mitch’s cock.  She felt it’s head on her lips, pushing, and then he was into her.  As he slid in all the way to the hilt, she moaned with the pain and ecstasy of his hardened cock penetrating all the way into her.

Gabrielle was kissing her, her tongue probing her mouth and her lips nibbling at her own while Mitch drove his cock deep into her with each thrust.  She felt it expanding her and rubbing her sensitive G-spot. Gabrielle kissed her deeply, their mouths joining wetly.

She felt the climax building again.  Surely this time she would get over the hump!  She thrust her hips forward, taking Mitch’s entire cock deep, deep inside. She knew that she really wasn’t worthy of this kind of ecstasy.  The thought shocked her, for of course she deserved it.  Yet, in her deepest core, she knew that she did not, that she still had to earn the approval of her sainted mother and father, and that she could never do because death had robbed her of that opportunity.

Gabrielle drew back slightly, as if she sensed Heather had pulled back from the brink and the need and urgency Heather felt at going over the hump. Gabrielle looked into her eyes.  “Slut, I am going to reach down and rub your clitoris while Mitch fucks you.  I order you to cum for us.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Heather felt enormous excitement at being ordered to climax.  She was a total slut, experiencing everything in overload mode.  To be ordered to come! And she knew she would, because as Gabrielle’s hand crept down her belly, inching closer to her cunt, she felt the tension build.  And then one finger of Gabrielle’s hand slipped between her labia and found her clit.  

“Are you a slut?” Mitch asked, driving his cock all the way in and leaving it there.

“Yes, Master, yes!” she said, reveling in her slutishness.  She could feel the waves of ecstasy building again and Mitch’s cock deep inside her as she squeezed on it and moaned.  The smooth leather of the couch on her back stimulated her, Gabrielle’s touch stimulated her.  Everything stimulated her.

Desperately she wanted to come, but now she couldn’t and she knew it, no matter how hard she tried to throw herself over the precipice.

Gabrielle must have sensed something because she said, “Fuck me, Mitch!  This slut is right on the edge.  She’s not going over, but I am!  Let me ride your cock while the slut licks me!”

“Good.  She doesn’t deserve to come, yet.” Mitch pulled out of Heather.  She cried out in her desperation.  “Lick your cunt juices off my cock before I fuck Mistress Gabrielle,” he ordered.  Greedily she attacked his hard penis, licking it all over and sucking, hoping he would pump his semen into her mouth.  She wanted to feel it spew over her, hot and salty.  

Gabrielle pushed her away and straddled Mitch with her back to him.  “Guide his cock in, slut!” she ordered.

Heather put her fingers onto Gabrielle’s pussy and spread her lips while guiding Mitch’s cock into her vagina.  Gabrielle settled down onto Mitch, taking it all into her pussy.  “Lick my clit, slut!” she ordered.

Heather crawled between Mitch’s legs and began licking Gabrielle’s exposed clitoris, her tongue finding the most sensitive parts and rolling around on it.  The slight musky smell excited her, and the feel of her slick, juicy flesh on her tongue and the salty taste of Gabrielle’s fluids brought her near the edge of another orgasm.  Gabrielle moaned and began humping Mitch’s cock, rising up and letting herself drop so that it thrust deeply into her.  Heather had a little trouble keeping up, but she sucked and licked hard.  Gabrielle moaned and had several shuddering orgasms.  During the last one, Gabrielle cradled Heather’s head as she sucked on Gabrielle’s clitoris.  The woman’s inner thighs quivered, and Gabrielle moaned.  “That’s right, slut, suck my clit and make me come!”  Gabrielle came, her body shuddering.  She squirted, and as Heather lapped up the juices the feel of the wetness on her face and the slight saltiness in her mouth made her own groin tingle.

“Don’t quit!  Suck me harder and make me come again!” ordered Gabrelle.  Heather spread Gabrielle’s lips and folded them back to totally expose her clitoris.  “Oh, God, yes, Slut!  Suck it!”

Greedily Heather took Gabrielle’s clit into her mouth and sucked as her tongue stroked the tip and Gabrielle drove Mitch’s cock as deeply into herself as possible.  Gabrielle came again, virtually filling Heather’s mouth with her squirt juices.  Heather felt a total depravity.  It no longer mattered to her whether Mitch was a part of the picture, and she could suck and lick a woman as readily as she would a man.  She could finally release that utterly and totally wanton slut at her core that she had tried to suppress and that her parents had tried to beat out of her.  The layers of goodness peeled away leaving only the depravity inside.  She also knew that Mitch and Gabrielle would give her the discipline she needed and the punishment she deserved so richly for her depravity.  Her parents had been right.  She wished she’d provoked them like her sister had, but now, she could correct her mistakes.  

Gabrielle was humping up and down on Mitch’s cock, and Heather kept licking, loving the feel of Gabrielle’s wet juices flowing down her chin as Gabrielle came again and again.

“I’m coming!” Mitch cried, thrusting his hips up.  Suddenly Gabrielle jumped off his cock, grabbed Heather’s head and shoved her mouth onto Mitch’s cock.

“Suck!” she ordered.

Greedily Gabrielle took the slick, salty head of Mitch’s big cock into her mouth and began sliding her hand up and down on the shaft.  She wanted to feel his hot, salty semen spurt into her mouth, and then it was.  His cock pumped rhythmically, and greedily she slurped his pumping dick, taking all his cum into her mouth.
“Swallow, slut!” Gabrielle ordered.  

Heather did swallow but kept sucking and licking.  She wanted to come, so she slid her hand between her thighs and onto her burning pussy.

“Stop masturbating, slut!  Nobody said you could come!”  Gabrielle took the whip and struck her bottom.  “Now keep sucking while I punish you.”

Even though Mitch had just come into her mouth, his cock remained hard and sensitive.  Heather was just on the edge of orgasm, and she sucked and licked greedily, hoping that she could come without even being touched.  Her need was so great!  Mitch moaned, and each time Gabrielle struck her bottom with the whip, Heather almost came.  

Slowly, however, Mitch’s cock began to wilt as he entered that refractory phase that every man experiences before he can rise again.  She loved the feel of his softening cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it all over.  Mitch must have continued to be sensitive because he kept moaning.  Heather thrust her bottom into the air so that Gabrielle could whip her all the better.

A strand of the whip finally did what Heather hoped would happen.  The strand slipped between her gaping lips and found her clit.  The stinging pain sent her into that zone, and she tried to swallow Mitch’s soft cock as she screamed with agony and ecstasy.  

And then, her father was beating her with the belt.  She was screaming that she was a good girl, but they told her she was full of the Devil and a slut.  Her father’s penis pushed out through his pants, hard and big.  “See what you made happen?” he screamed.  “You put Satan into me!”  She was a horrible girl to have done that to her father who loved her so much, and she had to suck out the devil and be punished for her iniquity.

Her mother pushed her forward and forced it into her mouth.  “Suck out the Devil, you evil slut!  Suck!”

She rubbed Mitch’s soft cock over her lips, still tasting his salty semen.  Her need had not abated.  She wanted to come, like Gabrielle had when she’d been riding Mitch’s cock and Heather had been licking her.  Heather turned to see Gabrielle standing with the whip in her hand.  The handle would do it for her.  “Please, Mistress, fuck me with that whip.  I need to come so badly!”

“Mitch, what are we going to do with this slut?  If we let her out of our sight, she’ll masturbate all night long.”

“We’ll handcuff her to the foot of our bed.  She can sleep on the floor.”

“Excellent!” Gabrielle said with delight.  

And so Heather spent the night on their floor, covered with a blanket, sleeping fitfully on the thick carpet and dreaming of huge cocks fucking her.