Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Casey at the Bat By Pylades Chapter 7 In the bathroom, I began to tremble at the thought of what they could have done to me. My anger started to rise, but looking in the mirror I realized that I would need a shower to wipe off the stench. I swished some mouthwash and turned on the shower. I did not even realize that I was crying as the spray washed away my humiliation. Flashbacks of her using my face to rub off on, of the butt cheeks straddling my head cutting off my oxygen, the dildo that was jammed down my throat caused my entire body to blush and I steeled myself that I would put on my clothes and leave this den of vipers forever. I dried off and opened the door, the coast was clear. I looked across the living room and was aghast to see my clothes not in a heap on the floor where I had left them. Panicking, I began searching. "I'm afraid you won't find them," the voice came from behind a high backed chair. I wheeled around the sofa and Casey took my breath away once more. She was languishing on the chair and ottoman, in a red and white striped tube top with black bra strap showing, also showing were the two sharp points of her nipples and her bellybutton stud. She yawned, one long leg stretching out the other curled up to her knee, giving me a glimpse of a shadow of darkness amidst the almost transparent white shorts, that stretched so tightly I could make out the outline of her lips. She had the American dream girl next door smile as she stretched the material against her breasts to the fullest. "I'm sorry about what happened back there." she played me like she was a cat, "I really didn't know what Mindy had in mind. I was hoping we could get to know each other a little better." She sat up and I was the mouse. "Okay, let's start with where the hell my clothes are." She snickered. "I'm afraid that they are gone for the present." She moved forward chest first. "I see you wear a ring. Are you married?" The question caught me off guard. "Ah, well yes I am." "So, what is she like?" "I don't think I want to discuss my wife right now," guilt was setting in. "Just get me my goddamn clothes and I'll be leaving." "No, I mean what is your wife like," she twirled a lock of her hair looking so fresh and innocent. I repeated to myself this was the same woman that had tied me up, made me do those vile things. "She must really be a bitch," she looked directly into my eyes, "Or is she fat and ugly." "No, my wife is a very attractive woman. She's in great shape, why am I telling you this." "There must have been something that brought you all the way over here on your knees." She put the hair to her lips, trapping it. "I mean I only told you to do some things, you didn't have to do them." "I don't know," I began to blush, "you are a very beautiful girl and I guess I lost my head or something." "She must have done something," her eyes blazed, "to drive you to me." "No really, we have a fine life," my blush depended, " I mean we've been married for a while so are life isn't the same as it used to be, but we do love each other." "Is she the kind of woman that would take what you did like a little doormat," she looked so fresh and innocent, "or would she kick your ass out of the house." "Are you threatening me?!" my temper flared. "I just wanted to know what your motivation was for being here." She waved me off with her hand. "Don't be a silly boy. In fact, you look like you could use a drink. Why don't you make me a scotch and soda and whatever you want and bring them over here." I was dumbfounded, and walked mechanically to the bar to make the drinks, my mind clearing as I poured. "So your wife is a lovely lady that would be very hurt if she were to find out about what you just did." The voice floated over my shoulder and the repercussions began to sink in. "Is she good in bed?" "What?!" "You know, is she exciting and kinky," she giggled like a schoolgirl, "does she take your cock in her mouth, does she get on all fours on the bed and tell you to take her ass." "No, you don't understand," I stuttered as I handed her the scotch, "we love each other, we're each others best friend." "Are you telling me that the only reason you're here is because I bewitched you with my beauty." "Yes, you could say that," I moved around in front of her. "I've never been with anyone as beautiful as you before. My wife is pretty, she was nice looking, but you are absolutely perfect." She stood up and I noticed she was wearing high-heeled sandals, which brought her about in line with my height. "Do you find me so beautiful?" She rubbed a nipple then the other. "Do you find these breasts perfect?" I nodded. "Do your wife's titties sag a bit by now? Not perfect like these." She raised the hem of the tube top and rolled it over her breasts. "Do these make your mouth water? Do you want to suckle them?" The hem rose over the bra, which had holes cut out where the nipples were. The nipples were cherry red and stuck out about an inch from the boob; my wife's had long ago turned to brown. It was at this instant that I remembered I was naked. "I see we have a vote from the lower quarters. Is that what turns you on about me, my tits? Do you want to take my tits in your hand and make passionate love to them." She undid the bra letting it fall to her hips, then brought those magnificent orbs closer and I noticed there were freckles barely visible. She stepped back and ran her finger down the cleavage to her bellybutton flicking the stud. I stood mesmerized by her hand as it flipped open the snap on her white shorts. "Or is there something else you want to see." She began running the zipper down on the pants opening them up with her fist and exposing the triangle of her thong panties. "Is your wife's stomach as flat as mine, is she covered in soft fur like me?" I took a step forward almost against my will, but not against my lust. I reached down to my cock, it was like steel, and I stroked it. "Uh uh, don't touch the merchandise," She reached her hands up to my shoulders and applied pressure, "On your knees, little man, when you are in the presence of my power, in the presence of my pussy." I slowly lowered to my knees as the show played out before me; every inch was perfection. From her tits, which had that slight sag that lets you know they are real, to the nipples sticking upright like erasers, down her stomach to her stud, down the downy to the triangle. "Very good, now...I thought I told you to take your hand away from your little peewee." I hadn't noticed that my hand was still on my cock. I looked up and her breasts were gigantic towering over me, now engulfing me as she bent over. "Put your arms behind you." She grabbed my wrists and I felt cool steel snap shut, but I didn't care as I opened my mouth and reached with my tongue. "Uh uh, you may only sniff them. No kissing, no caressing, not until you've earned it." She rose up again her crotch in my face. "Here's something else for you to sniff, boy." She grazed both my ears with her nails. "C'mon let me hear you sniffing." Her aroma was heaven with a touch of strawberry. My cock was ready to explode as I inhaled the fragrance. "Now does your wifey smell like this or is it more like old fish? Keep sniffing, I want you to know my scent from fifty feet away." She jammed her clit on my nose. "It makes me so fucking hot to have a man on his knees, helpless, sniffing my nasty juices." She pulled me back by my ears. "Can you see how wet you've made me? Can you see the cum stain on my panties? I guess not, huh." My mind was drifting, my world the tight triangle. She began shimmying out of the shorts, turning as she did so. "I think I know what it is you really want, little boy. What you really need." She turned some more until her ass was in my face. "I know that this is what really turns you on. The thing you truly want to have. The thing that drove you here today." She began making progress on the shorts, working them down over her globes. They were utterly flawless, two perfect orbs with a deep cleft that merged into one point. "I've been told I have a nice ass. Do you think I have a nice ass?" The shorts escaped down her thighs and a sigh escaped my lips. "You really came here today to worship my ass, didn't you?" She reached back and separated her nades. "That's it stick your nose up my shitter and take a big whiff." I pushed my nose up and she let go trapping me between her cheeks. "God, it turns me on so much to have a man at the alter of my ass." The aroma was sickly sweet like candy in a dump-all. I pulled my head back at the thought. "Eager to get started with that tongue of yours, I see." She was looking back at me like a vampire. "Why don't you start with little kisses all over my bottom." I spied a stream of liquid cascade down her thigh. I became like a wild man, kissing every inch, licking every inch and finally sucking each cheek into my mouth like they were a set of tits. "Oh god, oh yess, oh yess. I bet you never did this with wifey?" I nodded my head my mouth full of ass. She farted and I don't know what came over me but I jammed my nose into the crease to retrieve my reward. I started licking the sweat from her ass crack, relishing the pure perverseness of it as she began to abuse me verbally. "Mindy was right you are the perfect asslicker. Oh god, suck my ass, lick my shit you bastard." I felt fingers grabbing my hair and yanking me backwards. "And now for the moment of truth." "Please" "Please what?" "Please let me lick you." She shook my head by my hair. "No, no this is the question. You have a choice of either kissing your wife on the lips or sticking your tongue up my ass and licking shit. What will it be, boy." She yanked back on my hair causing me to look her in the eye. "What will it be?" I thought about my wife for a nanosecond, if only I could get my wrists free, I needed to cum so bad. "Well, I'm waiting." I knew what she wanted to hear, knew that somehow this would change my life forever, but she wasn't playing fair. I mumbled my answer. "What did you say?" I said it again. "You're going to have to speak up." Again. "Louder". "Please, mistress may I stick my tongue up your ass and lick your shit." "Why, of course, slave." She let go of my hair and I went back to my task. Pushing on her anus with my tongue until I got through the ring. Her sphincter grabbed my tongue and drew it up her shit canal until it found an impediment. Then she began thrashing wildly on my face, splashing her pussy against my chin as her juices spilled out. I believe she passed out for a minute because she slumped over onto the floor; my tongue extracted from her asshole with a pop, and I lay there panting for a few minutes.