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 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.