Becky’s Repairs, Part 5
“Par ici, s'il vous plaît. La visite va commencer maintenant. Notre première exposition est une collection de photos en noir et blanc réalisées par Monsieur Deby, qui vient de Lorient.”
Despite the frigid weather, Becky stepped lively through the local art museum in a conspicuously short black skirt, high heels, and a tight white V-neck shirt which showed off her collar line in a very tempting way, never mind that her nipples were clearly protruding beneath the soft fabric. The garters holding up her black silk stockings were just tangible under the hem. The guide couldn’t help but ogle, her strawberry-blond hair in curls topped with a black beret. She batted her eyes and gave off the air of a girl on the make. A mother jerked her puberty-stricken son to the other side of the small crowd as the guide made sure to stay close to Becky, pointing out items of interest during the museum tour.
In fact, she made very sure that she was noticed by all who crossed her path during her holiday in Lorient, just over a week before her divorce proceedings were to commence. Becky flirted with the border officials who checked her passport, took up a very friendly conversation with her taxi driver on the best places to eat, and steamed up the glasses of the elderly innkeeper helping her with her bags, much to the irritation of his graying wife (Becky swore she could hear the ensuing argument two floors below). She also made extremely sure to post pics of herself in front of local landmarks every evening on her social media, as well as ring up Linda and Jenny on her mobile several times a day. It was Linda in particular she owed this “spontaneous” holiday to. Becky utilized her vacation planning services to document a series of receipts for her time out of England. She also mailed some postcards to Wenda who was watching her house, getting the post, and watering her plants while she was away.
“Mademoiselle, peut-être aimeriez-vous rester après la visite pour voir quelques photos de notre collection restreinte?”, the amorous guide whispered to her at the end of the tour.
Becky got the gist of what he was saying. While the confidence of the middle-aged docent was a bit of a turn-on, and she might have taken him up on his offer in other circumstances, her thoughts were completely on her birds back home. On this particular day, three days into her vacay they would be luring a fat sweaty pig into a pen built of revenge. “Oh, je parle un peu français. Mais aujourd'hui, je ne peux pas. Merci.”
Throughout the tour and afterward, she nervously kept checking her phone, glancing at it every five minutes. When twilight finally arrived, she sat outside a small café, letting her coffee slowly grow cold. The young waiter, a roguishly handsome youth in tight black pants who was a mere boy in Becky’s eyes, attempted to strike up a conversation in broken English, hoping his charms would work on her. Becky’s mind was about five hundred kilometers away, at her university as she kept tapping the side of her cup and checking her screen. Staring across the way she finally became aware of a sex shop with a quaint purple façade. The lights had just come on. Becky looked at her phone one last time before sighing and deciding some distraction was in order. Not waiting for the check, she left a generous stack of Euros on the edge of the saucer and trotted across the street.
The bell over the door clattered drawing the attention of the tall swarthy brunette behind the counter. Her query came from between lips bearing bright pink lipstick, “Puis-je vous aider à trouver quelque chose?”
“Umm, handcuffs?”
“Ah. Oui.” She smiled and led her toward the middle of the shop in black wedge heels.
Becky picked out a cheap chrome set with pink fur wrist liners, a battery powered time-release latch which resembled a bicycle lock, and a light blue remote controlled jackrabbit vibe. She paid cash for her items which were put in a black plastic sack and carried them under her arm back to the inn as night finally fell, boats in the harbor sounding horns to disembark.
Becky locked her door and checked her phone one final time before she stuck a chair under the knob and wedged a doorstop under the threshold. She turned on the TV and searched through the stations, paying for an adult movie channel after settling on a title called ‘Le Chateau des Plaisirs Charnels’. She stripped her clothes off except for her black nylons, garter and panty, leaving the gauzy curtain obstructing her view of the bay and imagining herself giving a sailor looking up a silhouetted strip tease.
The movie’s first scene involved two young nubile wenches giving a stud dressed as a 16th century Duke with an impressive cock a double blow job in the castle garden. The show succeeded somewhat in drawing her mind away from worry as she absorbed the action, her erogenous areas aroused. Items from the shop on the bed, Becky used a hotel robe belt to tie her ankles together and then to a bedpost at the footboard. She set the time lock for four hours and threaded it through the headboard before working the vibe into her sex beneath her panty, her black lacy undergarment keeping the toy in place against her clit. Becky heaved as she watched the duke alternate between deep throating one strumpet on her knees and roughly banging the pussy of the other bent over a bench. Becky adjusted the pillows under her head, cuffed her wrists with the vibe’s remote in hand, secured the handcuff chain within the time lock, and settled in as desirous gasps began to leave her pert lips. Becky began to rather enjoy herself as the next scene moved to a dungeon where a fit young man in a pillory was having his bottom caned by a buxom leather-clad “Countess Dangereuse”. Her mind briefly turned to what her birds back home were up to before she turned the vibe remote to a rather spirited randomized sequence. “Ughn, Oohh… Whoops!” Clatter, clank, flump… Becky fumbled the remote as the scene had moved on to the Countess bent over in front of the pillory, commanding the immobilized young man to lick her starfish as she fingered her clit. It rattled down the headboard and under the bed. “Ooh! Bugger! Damn! Ugh!” Craning her neck to look at the time lock, her body flexed against the now uncompromising sensations. She could only chuckle at herself. “Well, I did need some distraction.” TV remote and phone also more than out of reach, her pussy became all the more wet and clit sensitive, just this side of climax. Becky began to wish she’d left a room key and a note for the youthful waiter back at the café. “Ugnn, fuuuck. Mmmm…” Her hands twisted against the unyielding embrace as her ankles writhed against the soft cotton knot holding them as well, her mind fixed on the sensuality of the adult movie and her own carnal pleasures.
“Oh Reggie! The winter alumni formal was such a bore! Why don’t you just come home with me?”
“Now, now, Nadine. I know the chancellor’s speech was long, but I do have to show my presence. Tell you what. You take a cab home as we agreed, and I’ll be there before you know it. You know I have a stack of papers to grade.”
The young girl with long light-brown hair pouted, “But it’s lonely without you.”
“If, uh… If you were to put on that little black negligee, I might be home all the swifter.” He leered down her ample chest.
Nadine said with a small smile, “Alright Reggie. But only if you’re quick about it.” She turned to leave with a naïve but loving look over her shoulder. Reginald liked her enough to put up with her youthful inanity. She was fresh, attractive, easily manipulated and ignorant, but most of all she was rich. Nadine’s family were old-money landowners, involved in shipping, and had a minor royal pedigree to boot. The family tried to warn Nadine away from Reginald at first, his age and character giving them enough pause. But once Nadine pouted and cried her parents acquiesced to their nuptials only when Reginald was free of his current wife.
His fiancé out of sight, Reginald glibly grinned to himself as he trod down the corridor to his office. He was a lecherous creature of lascivious habit after all, and it was nearing the end of the term. A note on his lecture hall desk just before classes that day, in a playful cursive handwriting, had inquired for some special tutoring after hours. Having read it, twice in fact, it mysteriously disappeared afterwards. Reginald discounted it as having misplaced it or thrown it out. He became preoccupied with helping yet another young lady receive good marks, despite Nadine and her comforts.
Key in the bolt, he was surprised to find the door already unlocked. What he saw when he opened it took his breath away.
“Well hello professor…”
Two of the shapeliest women he’d ever laid eyes on were standing in a loose embrace, clad head to foot in skintight shiny black latex and platform pumps, leaving very little to the imagination. They looked like perfect specimens of the female physique, sumptuously dipped head to toe in onyx dark oil. The only visible bits of each were there eyes and lips, with long black lashes and bright ruby red lipstick. Most curiously, their eyes had no pigment, but were black where there should have been color. They continued to slowly caress each other as they sensuously swayed.
The sound of keys leaving his grasp and hitting the floor stirred Reginald out of his stupor as he became aware of his prick quickly swelling.
“Wha… W-Who are you?”
The bolder of the pair slowly sauntered toward him with a strut usually reserved for runway models. Her hips commanded his attention. “We are Athena,” she held one arm aloft in a statuesque pose before leveling it at her partner, “and Aphrodite.” The other girl ran her hands over her tits and inner thighs in a most provocative manner as she tilted her head back.
Sweat formed on his chubby face. His mind couldn’t make sense of it. “… How did you get into my office?”
An invitingly cruel smile filled with bright white teeth met his question with a question in turn. “Is that so important? Here let me get those for you.” With the flexibility of an acrobat, Athena twisted on the spot to her right with feet planted, sidling her behind toward Reginald as her black fingers daintily retrieved the keyring from the floor. She kept her smile and eyes fixed on him as she went. Coming back up, Reginald made a move to get the keys from her. Athena swatted his hand away quick as a cat, “Ah, Ah, Ah!” Twirling the keyring on one finger held aloft, she slowly sauntered back with a hand on hip and the same strut to Aphrodite who was leaning against a cabinet at a daring angle and a slightly bored look. The keys were thrown against the back of the countertop.
“Do come in. It is your office after all, and my friend is getting a chill.” Athena gracefully caressed a pouting and sad eyed Aphrodite with the back of a hand.
Reginald gave a flummoxed bodily jerk as he couldn’t engage his will to shut the door fast enough. He took a few steps in, still agog before finding his words. “Why are you here?”
The girls continued to stroke each other, lips danger-close to kissing as their eyes fluttered. Athena again answered, “Come, come! We wanted to show our appreciation, professor, for all the help you’ve provided.”
Reginald licked his lips, “What… What do you have in mind?” This was a fantasy beyond his comprehension, any sense he had jumped the track. In other words, he was thinking with his prick. And only his prick.
The girls stopped laying hands and looking at one another, training their eyes onto him. Athena yet again spoke, “Well, the more of you we see… the more you’ll see us do… and just maybe, unto you if you’re lucky.” She served him a deliciously mischievous smile.
Rebecca as Athena, and Vera as Aphrodite, used their final year of school to take many courses of interest to this night: drama, artistic modeling, voice acting, modern sexuality, sociological deviance, criminology, and crime & punishment, among others. They and Becky planned with singular focus. The birds were especially game. In their preparation sessions, Becky had to sometimes keep their ideas from going too far but appreciated the sentiment. She did provide them with recommendations based on her very recent experience at Justin’s flat. She also provided them with copies of her keys to the university, and Justin made a special delivery disguised as a courier through the service entrance while the winter alumni formal was under way. There was also a silent sentient that had been monitoring everything that went on in Reginald’s office all the way back from four years prior. Becky gave Justin very strict instructions not to let her birds know about it in the least, so that they wouldn’t be self-conscious about their actions.
Reginald began to pull at his tie as he used one foot to pry off a wingtip shoe. The pair watched him with bated breath as they resumed casually stroking each other. He was rather ungainly and hard to watch as he got out of his clothes. The sight of him was displeasing to the girls but they kept up their act to continue luring him in. Reginald stopped when he got to his faded blue and white striped boxers, white a-frame undershirt, and black socks. Vera barely disguised her disgust. Recalling his physique with clothes on as he used her was bad enough. But seeing this chubby pig sans most of his clothes, excited for her and Rebecca, and what he imagined they would do for him was nearly beyond the pale. Rebecca noticed and gave her a stern look while holding the side of her head tightly, forcing their eyes to lock. Vera breathed a sigh of relief that her friend was so strong and willing to take the lead. Rebecca relented and quickly resumed her languid movements.
“Well girls. How shall we start!”
Rebecca was appalled at the amount of body hair. She quickly pondered what his fiancé saw in him. Internally she thought, “I hope she leaves the lights off when he climbs on her!”
Athena turned and took a few steps toward him. “Well. That’s a start but little to go on. Aphrodite, what do you think?”
The other girl frowned, pulling Athena back to her and wrapping arms around her waist. She gave a smoldering look to Reginald before slowly kissing Athena, running a hand down her back. The pair moaned as they gently ground against one another. Aphrodite gently broke off and looked back at Reginald with the same frown.
“I’m afraid my friend isn’t very impressed. A bit more, if you want more. Maybe a drink to help you relax.” She stalked to his desk where a small bar tray was on one side.
“Oh yes. That would do nicely.” He watched her pour a tumbler of brandy from the decanter though the view was obstructed by her shapely backside and the glistening light off her curves. His attention was pulled away as Aphrodite began a lustful moan, rubbing the edge of her hand against her sex, while a pair of fingers slowly mimicked fellatio around her luscious red lips. She buckled over slightly as she moaned, her breasts pushed tightly together in the inky black suit. She rocked a bit as an appetizing moan filled the air.
“Here we are.” Athena unconcernedly walked over and dropped the glass in his hand while she laid her other hand on his chest just to get his heart going. He tipped it back taking in a stiff amount and about to stop before Athena quickly put a finger under the edge, her head back with chin up and a firm look in her eyes. Reginald was obliged to finish it quicker than he’d have liked. The spirit skulked through his sinus and straight to his brain, giving a sudden feeling of warmth and obliging his inhibitions to drop even further. “That’s better, isn’t it?” She gave a giggle as she took the glass from him, leaving it on his desk and retreating to her partner. Aphrodite slowed her movements to a stop and pulled the dominant of the pair into her. Athena rubbed against her cheek like a cat. They made licentious eyes at each other before turning them again towards Reginald.
The sweaty little man was almost shaking. There was a dopey open mouth grin on his fleshy face as he removed his socks and then his undershirt. The professor’s cock was almost sticking out of the fly of his underpants. He crossed his hands over his willy as he became a bit self-aware. He couldn’t believe his luck and didn’t want to spoil his fun with over eager desire.
Athena kissed Aphrodite again and spun her quickly around. “I’m afraid my friend has been a bit rude for not speaking to you.” Aphrodite rested her forearms flat atop the cabinet and pushed her nicely rounded buttocks out, arching her back. Athena kicked her legs wider apart, just over shoulder width before she gave a daring look to Reginald. Her partner also turned her head his way with a piteous expression. Athena wound up her arm. Smack!
“Ughn!” It was the first loud utterance Vera made to this point. Her vocals were exaggerated between pleasure and pain in a seductive pitch that lusty men adore, making Reginald clamor for more. At the sound of latex striking latex, she reflexively arched her head back even more as she rebounded her hips against the edge of the countertop, tits giving a slight jiggle.
Athena smiled as she ran her tongue against her top lip. “Again?”
Aphrodite craned back quickly with a slightly exaggerated look of trepidation. She nodded, her red lips apart before facing forward.
Athena kept one hand clasped on her intended’s shoulder, her teeth gritted. Smack! “Ughn!”
“More my sweet?” Athena caressed down Aphrodite’s back with the backside of her fingertips. Aphrodite’s chest heaved with hard, deep breaths. She hastily nodded yet again.
Athena’s arm was raised high in the air. Smack! “Oooh! Uughnn, Mmm!” It was a bit over the top as she swiveled her ass side to side for relief, legs stock straight. And it almost seemed like Reginald became an afterthought at this point. He let his hands drop to his sides as his mouth hung open, nearly drooling and eyes popped with unblinking lust. His pecker peeked through the opening in his drawers, giving a slight nod of approval.
Her voice was deep and full of command, “More!? More, my love?” Aphrodite gave a vigorous nod as she bit her lip. Athena had assumed authority in an altogether convincing manner.
Smack! “Oohh!” Smack! “OoooOOh!” SMACK! “Mummph!” The last whimper was such a tease. Her legs buckled on the final, hardest strike as Aphrodite projected a post-climatic breaking weakness, resting her head upon her right forearm. She nearly hyperventilated as her breasts undulated against each other, resting astride the countertop. A slight and pleasing sob as she breathed hard.
Athena leaned down, mouth near Aphrodite’s ear. She looked at Reginald, “I do hope I haven’t broken her. She’s a delicate creature you know. Did you enjoy what you’ve seen? Would you like more?”
Reginald almost forgot she was directing her question to him. A strange pause ensued before he jiggled his fat head up and down. “Y-Yes, I would like that very much.” He licked his chops again, sweat beads forming in the folds of his double chin and creased forehead.
Aphrodite became a marionette in Athena’s arms as she helped her up. She turned her around and picked her up, displaying the power of an Amazonian as she set her partner’s bottom on the counter. Aphrodite grasped the edge as she leaned forward, out of breath. Athena put a finger under her chin and thrust her head up before dramatically sealing an open mouth kiss on her partner’s lips. A soft moan reverberated before a click of disengagement rang out. The finger withdrawn, Aphrodite’s head slumped as she feigned regaining her composure.
Athena turned to Reginald and marched a few steps with hands on hips. “Would you be game to participate professor?” Her grin daring him to say no.
“Oh! Oh yes! Yes indeed!” He was repulsively eager.
“Just remember, to follow my lead if you want to receive good marks.”
“Ha ha, yes.” His mind was not comprehending in the least what he was agreeing to.
She cast an arm toward Aphrodite who looked up with a pleading countenance. “Are you ready, my sweet?” Her partner cracked a smile and nodded heartily. “Then do show our dear professor our pleasure box.”
Aphrodite hopped off the counter, her strength restored as she casually clacked her platform pumps and swung her arms exaggeratedly with palms flat to the floor, heading towards a large object under a grey sheet that Reginald had failed to notice upon entry. Not that you could blame him with near-twin latex clad nymphs occupying his senses. It was at an odd angle off to the side of the room opposite the door. There was a large black duffle bag near it. Aphrodite grasped the sheet at the top corner with one hand, the other on her chest in mock alarm, giving a showroom model pose before the dramatic reveal. Athena cocked her hips to one side as one arm went straight up and the other pointed at her mate. Reginald didn’t know what to expect as the suspense built. Athena directed like a circus ringmaster, “Now my pet!” The sheet came off with the flourish of a matador baiting a bull as the fabric wound around Aphrodite’s ankles and up her torso, the spiral ending with the corner grasped in hand high in the air and a smiling, triumphal look on her face.
“What on Earth is that?”
Both girls dropped their arms to their sides and first gave Reginald a disappointed look, then each other the same expression. Athena said simply with a pout, “We told you. It’s our pleasure box.”
Paula’s discarded stockade had been heavily modified in form and appearance. Justin had painted it a mottled crimson and Becky added hot pink feminine twirls and flourishes to make it look more enticing and innocuous. Extra holes had been made here and there, and the leather padding replaced with black curved iron. Certain other accouterments were added, others taken away, casters placed on the bottom made it easier to move. Paula would have been very hard pressed to recognize it in its current state. Aphrodite gathered up the sheet into a ball, stuffing it into one end of the duffle bag before she rolled the pleasure box towards the center of the room, in front of the desk.
Reginald began to stammer but Athena interrupted him before he could object. “You seem unconvinced, my dear sweet professor. Here, why don’t we give you a little demonstration. Aphrodite, would you be my initiator if you please?” She fished out a small cordless wand vibe from the bag. “You see our pleasure box will allow us gratification in many unique and pleasing positions while you reap the rewards with minimal effort, and maximum indulgence!”
Athena’s sales pitch was good as she strutted around the stockade opening the restraint bars while waving a hand about. Aphrodite wiggled under the restraints, laying on her back on the bottom panel, her crotch under where the head would be restrained. “The enjoyment can last for hours… and hours,” a wicked smile on display as Athena began to get herself situated in the restraint mounts. The pair were now in a sixty-nine position with Aphrodite underneath, vibe in hand. Reginald again stood with a stunned expression as his pecker bobbed through his underpants all the harder. Though the restraints remained open, his imagination ran wild with what could be. A buzz began and Aphrodite started caressing the vibe back and forth against Athena’s sex. She thrust her hips into the air, pushing her own camel toe against Athena’s lips and she began stroking her tongue against the fold in the latex. “Ughnn!” Athena’s fists balled. “Uhhn, yeah right there! Ooohh!” Aphrodite let fraught gasps escape her mouth as she concentrated on pushing the vibe against her partner and keeping her hips in the right area to receive pleasure in turn. They moaned almost in stereo as Aphrodite gyrated beneath Athena. “Oh! Ugh!” They kept at this for several minutes, building the enticement.
“MmmMph!” Aphrodite stuffed the end of the vibe into her mouth and continued to push it into Athena’s sweet spot, putting her hands flat at her sides to give herself better ability to push her own sex into Athena’s face. Her head gave a slight bob up and down as she pleasured Athena. “Mmm, Mmmohm!” The presentation gave the appearance of her throating a cock in orgasmic ecstasy.
Athena’s hands flew open. “OH! OH! I’m cumming! I’m cuuummming!” Both reached a crescendo in near unison. Aphrodite turned her head to the side, spitting out the vibe and letting it clatter on the wood for a minute as she regained her breath. Both of the latex clad strumpets undulated and heaved with heavy breathing, the shine and glistening of their suits embellishing their black, molten-like bodies. Finally, Athena turned to look at Reginald, then got halfway up out of the stocks. “Well professor? Are you ready to give it a go?”
He leered with brooding eyes. “Oh ho! Yes!” He hastily stripped off his boxers and began to plod toward them. His pubic hair never once groomed, his cock lobbed side to side like an ox searching for fresh pasture.
“Not so fast. Let us gather ourselves a moment,” as the girls shimmied out of their positions. Aphrodite began rummaging through the duffel as Athena walked up to Reginald with a hand again commandingly on hip and a finger on her chin. “I think… you may enjoy the sensations all the more with a blindfold on. Don’t you agree?” At that moment Aphrodite appeared at her elbow with a black silken sleep mask.
“Well, I…”
“Oh, please professor? I promise you it’ll be ever so much fun! Do afford yourself a bit of mystery for us to tease and tantalize you! After all, you deserve it!”
Answered without thinking, “Oh, alright. If you insist, my sweet! Ha ha!” He allowed himself to be putty in their hands. After all, what could be so dangerous with such a comely pair of harlots. They’d earn very good marks after tonight, so he thought. Reginald took the mask from Aphrodite and pulled it over his round head. The elastic stretched tightly. All light was blotted out.
“Very good professor! Now just take our hands and follow. Careful now!” Reginald chortled as he haltingly stepped a few feet forwards. A fleeting thought struck him as a bit odd however, now that he was free of his boxers. He couldn’t ever remember his willy being so hard since he was a youth. “It must be how randy these young strumpets are! Oh, I still got it!” he erroneously sniggered to himself.
“Now professor, a slight step up. That’s it! And kneel down. You’re almost in our pleasure box! We promise you’ll have such a time!” The girls guided him down and gently directed his body and limbs into the apertures. Reginald gave a hearty laugh as his head went into place, the cold steel on his neck giving him a shudder.
Clank! Clank!… Click… Click… The restraining bars lowered, locks in hasps. Reginald stupidly giggled as he first felt a pair of handcuffs go on his wrists, then ankle-cuffs for good measure, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to pull through the openings, no matter how much he struggled.
A minute passed, then another. “Hello? Girls? Athena?” Some faint whispering scurried past his ears. Then a set of fingertips graced his shoulders slowly playing down his flanks. “Ho Ho! That tickles!” Once they reached his ribs, they vigorously massaged him to violent laughter as his body jiggled within the restraints. “Ha ha! Too much! Oh! Ha! Hagnphf! Umph!” A large rubber ball was swiftly shoved into his hooting mouth and held there tightly with a firm hand. “Ghumph!?” A stiff leather strap was cinched and buckled at the back of his fat head as the fingers ceased. He grunted through the gag, finding there were two small holes in it with his tongue that allowed a limited amount of air through. He heard some clacking of their footwear, some leather rubbing and metal clinking before silence yet again.
“Huh. I didn’t think it’d be so easy.” Athena’s voice was not full of character as it had just been. Reginald squinted as the blindfold was jerked off his face, the suddenness of the light blinding him as his eyes adjusted. What he saw sent him into a cold sweat and a desperate tugging of his limbs as he loudly murmured his shock. The birds were both standing sidelong in front of him, allowing him to look at the length and girth of their hardware. Hands on hips with smug grins, their eyes were narrow as they mirrored each other. “I did say it was our pleasure box… not your pleasure box.” Their strap-on cocks looked as though they belonged on thoroughbred stud horses. “And we did promise, you were going to have such a time.” Aphrodite’s was purple with large bumps over the surface, Athena’s black and ribbed. “Rock, paper, scissors?”
Aphrodite put a thoughtful index finger at her lips before engaging in the game of chance for who would be first. Their fists pumped, with her partner giving paper to her scissors. Aphrodite gave a bright smile in victory. Reginald continued muffled cries but was entirely ignored. The winner stepped slowly behind as Athena simply looked at the helpless lump. She said with an unkind sneer, “Don’t worry professor, we aren’t savages. We lubed them first.” Reginald began to cry as he first felt a pair, then three slippery fingers push firmly into him without notice.
“MmmmPHh!”
“Men are such simple creatures.” Athena squatted down to eye level. “But you, professor pig, are the simplest.” She rose back up and watched with a satisfied smirk. There were no more smiles, no more languid eyes, no more lighthearted words, and Reginald knew he was in a kind of trouble he’d never known.
“MNnom!!”
With that, Aphrodite was at his back door using both hands to push her large bumpy member against his anus. He bucked and squealed, trying to get away or resist as he clamped down on the gag. Athena forced up his chin with her hand. “This is what it’s like to be given no choice. I believe you said something like… refuse and fail.” The condemnation rang in his ears, as it was the condition he gave dozens of girls. The tears began to fall. “Ah! Now you’re ready for a proper fuck!”
“MMooOOMph!”
Aphrodite’s cock snaked in with effort, breaking him into a cold sweat as he thought he’d be split in two. The forced sensation made his already hard cock harder. He felt all the more humiliated for his arousal. Aphrodite wasted no time rocking the dildo as balls deep, her hands on both his clammy hips as she fucked him hard. Between his muffled screams he grunted with the stimulus. “Ugh!” Smack! Her latex clad hands slapped his hammy rump when she could afford it. She felt empowered in her shiny latex armor, and looked buxomly fabulous as she did so. She even allowed herself a deep mocking laugh before she began to run out of steam, making eye contact with Athena and giving a nod.
“Oh, my turn now?” Athena moved in the same moment Aphrodite departed. She too thrust with a cruel vigor in her glossy shapeliness. Reginald squealed in a fit as precum leaked from his prick. She mixed things up a bit, withdrawing completely before ramming it all the way back in, laughing at the professor’s predicament and thinking ahead as to what awaited him. As Reginald cried for it to stop, Aphrodite busied herself digging through the duffle, giving him a nice view of her firm backside. Returning with chain-linked clover clamps, she pinched his nipples as he squealed, attaching the links to a small hook just under the neck restraint. The weight painfully pulled his areolas with each jerking motion.
The birds tagged out time and again until both were tired and a bit sweaty, their latex suits trapping heat from their exertions. Athena found a large, chromed metal butt plug, roughly the same size and shape of a pear. Larger in diameter than the dildos used on him, Reginald gave a high-pitched groan as it over-centered and nested in his already stretched anus. He breathed hard through his nose as saliva steamed around the ball gag. Wearied, he watched with unease as Athena left and now bent her shapely rear over in front of him to retrieve yet another implement from the black duffel.
“I’d almost forgotten… We’re going to give you rather good marks for all your help, after hours.” She growled the words. Athena pulled a long, rectangular wooden paddle with holes drilled through, batting it menacingly against her palm as she rose and returned. “Would you care to do the honors?” The handle was offered to her partner over the top of the stockade. Reginald’s worried eyes strained to follow it as he whimpered.
Aphrodite kept steely eyes on her partner as a pause filled the air before slowly grasping the handle. Her mouth grimaced. The air was filled with muffled pleas during the unnerving interlude. Aphrodite wound up with both hands and zero regard for mercy. WHACK! Reginald wailed as he clinched the butt plug all the tighter, his hands and toes balled. Athena gradually smiled as she looked first at a sweaty wailing Reginald and then to her transformed friend. Of the pair, Vera was always the more reserved, compliant, and polite… “Ugh!” WHACK! Now, her voice barked with the effort, like a tennis player returning a volley with mad fury. The howls were piteous, but Vera was unmoved. “Uggh!” WHACK! Rebecca had never imagined her so full of rage with muscles flexed, rippling within the elastic fetish wear as she put all of herself into each swing. “Ughh!” WHACK! Her teeth clenched as tightly as her grip on the implement of Reginald’s ruin. He eventually stopped howling and loudly sobbed instead as the paddle whistled through the air. “Rgugh!” WHACK! Minutes went by filled with echoes of hardwood striking flesh. By the time she was done, his backside was a grotesque purple, inflamed with bruising.
A clatter rang out as Aphrodite dropped the paddle. She was well and truly spent. Out of breath, her feet dragged a bit as she returned to Athena, who leaned over to whisper, “Well, that was… I never guessed you had it in you!” Athena glanced at the clock, spun and moved to the bag. “As much fun as that was to watch, we haven’t got all night. You will though, so I’ll just get the rest of the kit.” As he calmed to a general snivel, his backside radiating pained heat, Reginald could still feel his cock was hard and throbbing. He felt shamed and foolish for walking right into their trap so willingly. A host of items were turned out of the bag and onto the floor, some of which looked like aquarium equipment and clear plastic tubing. There were a pair of small clear plexiglass panels held together with long screws and wingnuts, what looked like a large metal cylinder with electrical connections, a power supply box, wires and small black pads. “Well, let’s get to it. Oh, I do hope you enjoyed your brandy earlier. It was laced with a triple dose of Viagra, just to keep you interested the whole night through. Don’t fret, you’ll be drinking something else soon enough.”
Athena began by sandwiching Reginald’s balls between the plexiglass panels and slowly tightening the screws until they resembled squashed fleshy pancakes. The professor howled louder and louder with every excruciating turn to the point he genuinely annoyed both girls. WHACK! “Shut your bloody moaning!” Athena yelled irritably, giving him a fierce swat with the paddle. Reginald whimpered, the strike singing atop his already welted backside. Aphrodite applied the black patches near his nipples, buttocks, and taint for good measure. Three particular leads had alligator clips, one of which she clamped to the edge of the chrome butt plug, the other to the chain connecting the nipple clamps.
Reginald watched her methodically hook up the wires in a sequence to some sort of electrical supply box. Another box was stacked atop, and the girls began attaching three narrow clear plastic tubes. The first pair were pushed into the holes in Reginald’s ball gag as he winced, the force triggering his reflex. The third tube was attached to a nipple on the rod that unscrewed from the end of the strange metal cylinder. Athena lubed the slightly bumpy rod and attached the third alligator clip wire to an electrical stud on the top of it, near the tube. “Now professor, you may find this a bit… unpleasant. But I don’t really fucking care,” she finished with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile.
The metal cylinder was secured over his hardened pecker, a strap winding around behind his squashed balls to keep it in place. What he then suspected caused him to grievously howl. The bumpy rod was pushed slowly through the hole in his tip, sliding up through his cock, giving the most unusual sensation. Athena threaded it into the cylinder keeping it in place. WHACK! Aphrodite delivered the strike to silence him yet again.
The evening was getting late, and the birds were getting tired. A resigned sigh came from Athena as she said matter of fact, “Alright sweety, light him up.” ZAP! Reginald’s body tensed as electricity hit all his tender bits at once, his anus tensed around and pulled in the plug while his prick felt an agony of stimulation beyond description. Pleasure and pain overwhelmed his senses and stole the breath from his voice. All he could muster at first was a high-pitched whine, eliciting a guilty smile from Aphrodite. Reginald shook and squealed, just as Becky had predicted. The stockade rattled as he bawled. Both girls stood, grinning in awe at the stuffed pig shuddering in the enclosure. Athena could hold her breath no longer and exhaled sharply, “Do make some adjustments love, we wouldn’t want our little piggy to suffer a heart attack.” Zap! Zzaap!
Aphrodite got down on one knee, still exhibiting an exuberant sex appeal. The bending form of her body still pleasing in Reginald’s eyes even if her tortures gave him abject agony. As she fiddled with the controls, Athena paced in front of him. “We’ll be departing shortly and you will be left to satisfy yourself. The constant stimulation will cause you to cum. And when you do, often I hope, you’ll find it delivered to your mouth in short order via the vacuum tubes. Don’t overindulge yourself now.” Reginald was beside himself as he tried every thought he could to keep himself from orgasming. He lasted a mere few minutes as the girls watched, ensuring their apparatus worked. Aphrodite fiddled with the controls, Reginald’s grunts and squeals cueing her to effective settings. The stimulus and sensations were overpowering and he couldn’t hold on. He felt his cock pulse.
“Mmuumph!”
His encased prick swung like a pendulum as his semen slowly progressed the clear plastic tube, snaking closer and closer to the ball gag as the professor’s eyes popped.
“Gwackph!!”
Aphrodite couldn’t help herself as she grasped Athena in an embrace. There were wide smiles on both as Reginald wretched; tears, sweat, and snot streaming down his face. The medication ensured his cock remained hard and the impulses delivered post-orgasm torture, working him into another copulatory state in due time.
Pop! The sound of a cap pulled off a large black permanent marker came as a strange sound to Reginald. Aphrodite was soon scrawling something in large black letters on the side of Reginald which felt cold and ticklish. She stood back next to Athena, both of them studying the legibility in context to Reginald’s bondage for a moment, the pair looking like they were studying a piece of art in a museum. Of all the instructions Becky gave her birds, she was most adamant about this one in particular. The girls thought it a strange request, but it was simple enough to carry out before they went. The message gave a shiver of trepidation in the back of Rebecca’s mind as she finished packing up things not to be left behind such as the strap-ons and the paddle. To Reginald’s horror, they took his clothes as well.
“MMnOoom!” ZAP! ZAP!
“Goodnight professor.” The birds scarcely gave a backwards glance as they turned out the lights and left, cloaked in their nondescript trenchcoats and broad brimmed hats.
The door was left an inch open. Something that weighed on Reginald even though he had no way of escaping his predicament. A sudden thought of what Nadine would think occurred to him. Would she come to look for him before the morning cleaning crew came in? He continued to sweat, questioning how this could have happened to him, exhausted and unable to sleep. An hour later he began choking on another load of his own semen. ZAP!
The planning was simple but meticulous. The equipment and fetish wear were all purchased over intervals in cash provided by Becky from a community that prided itself on the privacy and anonymity of their clientele’s kinky desires. Earlier in the evening Justin had picked up the birds at an appointed time in a small, rented panel van thirty minutes’ drive from the university in a rough neighborhood near a metro station. Justin, being a tradesman, knew less than reputable establishments where he could hire out a vehicle without using identification, for the right price. The van of course contained Paula’s old stockade and the duffle full of punishments.
The girls arrived wearing long trench coats, paper medical masks, special black-colored eye contacts, and low wide brimmed hats as getting into the latex suits took time back at their apartments. They paid cash for subway tokens from an automated kiosk and caught the tube to the meet up spot. Each brought a backpack of clothes and shoes to change into after they were done with the professor. The birds and Justin were not to know each other’s names or faces, much less talk to each other. Justin also wore a disposable paper medical mask the entire evening, no one would bother him in his courier disguise.
The birds followed him with the duffle bag and university keys to Reginald’s office after the stockade was unloaded. They arrived and set up in the middle of the chancellor’s speech during the winter alumni formal as the halls were sure to be deserted. Justin then took his leave and remained parked in a dark corner of the car park just outside. After the birds had finished with the professor, Justin picked them and the duffel up near the loading dock. They drove back to the meeting spot and while the girls changed inside the van, Justin took the duffle, his courier jumpsuit, Reginald’s clothes and a can of lighter fluid to burn inside a rusty metal drum prepositioned in a nearby alleyway. The girls, now in casual clothing, got out of the van, chucked the keys in a storm drain, and dropped their latex suits and platform pumps into the burn drum before heading to the metro and taking separate trains home. Justin used a long stick to ensure the contents of the barrel had been consumed before going out. He picked the barrel up with leather gloves and chucked it into a skip before returning the van and going to his own flat.
Five hundred kilometers away, Becky was exhausted, having climaxed twice before the time lock released her. Her skin was a touch cool and sprouted goosebumps. She untied her ankles, turned off the vibe, switched off the tele, and curled under the covers with the handcuffs still on. They could wait until morning. It would all wait… until morning.