Johnny leaned back in the garden chair, a contented smile on his face. Labor Day weekend had turned out warm and sunny, he had an ice-cold beer in his hand and he didn’t have to work tomorrow. Life was good.
The aroma of meat grilling nearby wafted past his nostrils. It had been nice of Christine to invite him. He couldn’t think of too many families where your sister’s ex-husband was on your guest list for weekend parties, but there wasn’t much that was conventional about this family. Come to think of it, there hadn’t been much that was conventional about his marriage to Christine’s sister Valerie either. His smile broadened a little.
His eyes scanned the deck and the lawn below, taking in the gaggle of party guests. There was a broad spectrum from Chrissie and Val’s parents sitting in the shade near the house, to friends and neighbors in their forties clustered in groups chatting, even a few people in their mid-twenties that Johnny had never met but who seemed to know Christine – work colleagues, maybe. Most of the men were in shorts and t-shirts, baseball caps and sunglasses sheltering them from the sun. The women were better decked out – as they always were – in mini-skirts, shorts and tank tops, a lot of bare flesh as they took advantage of summer’s last days.
A flash of red caught his eye, and he watched as Valerie made her way along the path that skirted the lawn, toward the deck. She wore her titian red hair up off her neck in a ponytail, big dark glasses hiding most of her face, and she smiled and chatted with various people she knew as she moved through the crowd. She was dressed to kill in a white mini-skirt that hugged her hips and revealed her slender, shapely bare legs, guiding the eye down to her matching four-inch stiletto sandals. Her lime green halter top set off her hair beautifully and bared her tanned shoulders and sculpted but feminine arms. Damn, she looked good. Johnny’s smile grew wistful.
She grinned at him as she stepped up onto the deck. Her lipstick matched her hair. “Enjoying yourself?” She lifted her glasses up onto her forehead with her left hand, holding a beer in her right. Her wrists glittered with bracelets, and she wore a ring, gold or jeweled, on every finger except her little fingers. She always had a thing for gold.
His eyes followed the movement of her hand, and her smile widened. “Yep, I still wear it everywhere.” She extended her hand and wiggled her fingers. Johnny knew what she meant, and glanced at the heavy, elaborately worked gold ring – her wedding ring. She had never taken it off, not since the day she’d torn it off the finger of Debi, Johnny’s first wife after a hellacious fight that had left them both bloody. Johnny had wanted to buy Val a ring of her own – a new start – but Val wouldn’t hear of it. She’d won the ring just like she’d won Johnny, and she was never letting go of it – or him. She wore it to this day though they were no longer married, but on her middle finger rather than her wedding finger.
Her green eyes sparkled down at him. “I’m just heading inside to pee,” she said with her usual straightforwardness. “Here, look after this for me.” She leaned down to place her own barely touched beer on the table beside him and he couldn’t help a glance down her top at the swell of her small but shapely breasts. Her perfume filled his nostrils and he felt himself stir. Damn she was sexy.
“I’ll be back.” His gaze followed her butt as she strode across the deck toward the house. He noticed her smiling in the reflection from the sliding glass door. She knew exactly where he was looking. She tossed him a glance over her shoulder as she disappeared inside.
He still had feelings for her. He didn’t try to kid himself about that. He knew it and so did she. She loved him too, and wasn’t afraid to admit it. They just couldn’t live together. Val was a wildcat, threw herself into everything she did with a ferocious intensity. That was why he loved her, but it was also why she exhausted him mentally and emotionally. The relationship had been wild and tumultuous, a constant thrill ride and the sex had been amazing but sometimes he just needed her to calm the fuck down and she couldn’t do it. She didn’t know how. Backing off just wasn’t in her nature.
He was startled out of his reverie by a sudden commotion from the far end of the deck, near the driveway. He sat up straight, looking through the crowd and following everyone else’s gaze. He saw what – who – they were looking at, and groaned. Shit. Caitlin was here.
Caitlin – Mistress Caitlin as she called herself, and did her best to ensure that everyone else did too – was an old friend of Christine. She had been a fixture around the family for as long as Johnny had known them and from what Val had told him over the years, far longer than that.
Caitlin was a Dominatrix. Johnny didn’t know quite how she had gotten into that lifestyle but he knew she had worked her way through college by charging men – and women – for the honor of feeling her whip on their flesh. She had a talent for inflicting welcome punishment and her career and lifestyle had blossomed. She had grown popular, accumulated followers and willing slaves who worked for her, tithed their incomes to her, and obeyed her every whim.
She made no secret of who and what she was. Even with Val and Chrissie’s parents, who were epitomes of conservatism, she flaunted her sexuality and her lifestyle. Strangely, they accepted her for what she was, along with the strange menagerie of followers who trailed her everywhere.
Lately Caitlin’s career had suffered a few setbacks, what with the state of the economy and the rise of the Internet allowing anyone to get their rocks off vicariously for little or no money, rather than paying for the privilege of doing it in person. Her popularity had suffered accordingly, but she was doing her best to win it back.
Christine had asked Johnny to make some promotional videos for her, and in those two shoots he had gained an interesting insight into her lifestyle, not to mention her psyche. At the same time Caitlin seemed to have taken a shine to him too, which had become rather awkward. Caitlin wanted – needed – to own a room and everyone in it, and now that included Johnny. He really wasn’t interested, but at the same time he had seen how nasty she could get with someone who rejected her overtures. Not that she could do him any real harm personally or professionally, but she was friends with Val’s family and he really didn’t want to be her enemy, so he treated her with kid gloves and tried hard to keep her at arm’s length.
That plan had worked until the end of the second shoot, when he and Caitlin had been alone in her studio. She had brought one of her minions – her slaves – with her but apparently the guy was on punishment and forbidden to see her naked, so it had just been Caitlin and Johnny in the studio. Caitlin had steered the conversation to the subject of Val and confessed to a long-standing hatred of Johnny’s ex. She had mentioned how much she wanted to knock the shit out of Val, to teach the skinny bitch some respect. She had hinted at it before on their first shoot when they had been on a break but Johnny had managed to change the subject by suggesting they get back to shooting. This time though, Caitlin was not going to be put off and gave Johnny the whole sordid story, how she had wanted for years to shove her fist into Val’s smart mouth.
Johnny had tried to keep a poker face but Caitlin had obviously read the interest in his eyes – knowing how to read people was probably a necessary skill for a successful Domme. Next thing he knew, Caitlin was standing very close to him, her ample bosom pressed against his chest and barely contained by a straining black leather bra. She stared up into his eyes – she was barely taller than Val and even in heels she only just reached his chin – as she described in graphic detail, her voice low and silky, how she would reduce Val to a wretched, begging slave.
The thought of his confident, assertive Val on her knees, in tears and begging for mercy had Johnny hard as a rock, and before he knew it Caitlin had unzipped him and had his cock in her hand, stroking him, milking him as she described how she would make Val worship her. To Johnny’s shame he made no attempt to stop her and in no time he had exploded all over her belly. Caitlin had smiled triumphantly as she used the front of his shirt to wipe his jizz off her.
He hadn’t even gotten home when his cell phone rang and Val was screaming in his ear, furious at him for going with that diseased old whore cxnt, as she put it – which was rough even for Val, who had a mean mouth on her. She had not said who told her but it could only have been Caitlin herself. The bitch was so used to getting her own way, she manipulated everyone as though it was her right. By the end of the conversation, and a whole lot of curses later, Val had reached the same conclusion and calmed down a little. When she had first seen him today she had rushed over and kissed him warmly on the cheek. The encounter with Caitlin had evidently been forgotten, or at least forgiven.
That incident had been a week ago. He hadn’t spoken to Caitlin since. He was pissed at her for using him as a pawn to set Val up for a fight. He was still editing the video footage, taking his time as an excuse not to have to talk to her.
But here she was, stepping up onto the deck, larger than life. She wore a black embroidered lace bustier that cinched her waist in tight. Caitlin had quite a belly but she knew how to dress to minimize her weak spots and emphasize her strengths, such as her mammoth breasts which swelled over the top of the bustier. Her black leather miniskirt accentuated her legs, which were solid but attractive in sheer black stockings, and she wore high-heeled pumps that showed off her slender ankles. Her skin was milky white against the jet black of her straight-cut bangs and she was even carrying a riding crop to complete the look.
Johnny glanced at Christine, the hostess and Val’s sister, who was standing about six feet away. She caught his eye and hissed, ‘Ohmygod! I didn’t know she was coming!’ Her eyes widened, and Johnny grimaced as they shared an ominous thought. Anticipated or not, Caitlin was here and no good was going to come of it.
Others mounted the steps behind her. Caitlin never seemed to go anywhere without an entourage, but this time it seemed as though she had brought an army. Johnny counted at least a dozen, both men and women. He recognized several of them from the video shoots, including the odd looking, shaven-headed guy who looked uncannily like Mr Clean, except that to Johnny’s knowledge, Mr Clean never wore a studded dog collar.
All of them wore similar attire. Leather predominated, along with silk, and black was the color of the day. There was a lot of jet black hair and a lot of shaven heads, even – in one case – among the women. A number of them wore collars, presumably Caitlin’s slaves, though some did not and one or two even led others on leashes. It was out-patient day at the Home for Freaks, and the special bus had arrived.
The one incongruous element among Caitlin’s followers was a young blonde woman, who Johnny recognized as Caitlin’s daughter, Dawn. She was dressed as you might expect for a summer party in a scarlet t-shirt and knee-length white skirt with matching sandals. Her finger- and toe-nails matched her shirt, and her long golden hair tumbled over her shoulders with a carelessness that took enormous effort to achieve well. She looked vaguely nervous, almost apologetic, as though she wanted to be here but wished that Caitlin was not. She was slender but almost as well-endowed as her mother. Johnny found himself wondering if this was what Caitlin had looked like in her youth. His were not the only eyes drinking the young woman in – almost every guy in the crowd, and more than a few of the women, didn’t seem to know whether to gawk at Dawn or her mother.
Caitlin’s smile was flawless, her lips cherry red as she paraded across the deck. The crowd parted to let her pass, like the Red Sea before Moses. She walked right up to him. “Hello Johnny.” His name rolled off her tongue languidly. “Mind if I sit down?”
She didn’t wait for a reply but dropped onto his lap. The chair creaked and Johnny tried with limited success not to grunt out loud. Caitlin was certainly no lightweight – not in any sense of the word. He could smell her perfume and beneath that, the musk of her body. It was at least eighty-five degrees outside and here she was dressed in black leather – talk about suffering for your art. He tried to keep a straight face and not to stare at her tits as her cleavage yawned in his face like the Grand Canyon.
“Mmm,” she wriggled a little in his lap, settling herself comfortably. Her followers fanned out around the deck, almost like sentries. A few smiled and engaged the other partygoers in conversation. The party had held its breath, and now released it slowly.
“I see you got me a drink,” Caitlin smiled, draping one arm around Johnny’s neck. She reached over with a heavily ringed hand and lifted Valerie’s beer from the table at Johnny’s elbow. “Good boy.” She winked archly and tilted the bottle up to her lips.
Johnny’s heart was pounding. He knew that Val would be coming out of the house any second and when she did, things were going to get real ugly, real fast. Part of him looked forward to seeing this arrogant bitch Caitlin get her teeth kicked in by the full fury of Val’s anger, but another part of him felt bad for everyone who’d have to witness it, and particularly for Chrissie whose party was going to be the talk of the town for all the wrong reasons.
“What the FUCK do you think YOU’RE DOING???” Valerie’s shriek of rage was so loud it hurt Johnny’s ears. The newly renewed buzz of conversation stopped dead as Valerie slammed the deck door so hard it rattled the glass. Everyone winced. “Get the FUCK off my Johnny, you old whore!”
Caitlin was the only one who seemed unbothered by Valerie’s explosion. She turned her head, still holding the beer in her hand, and looked at Valerie the way she might regard an annoying bug that would not stop buzzing around her head. “Your Johnny?” she repeated slowly. “Maybe once, but he’s not your Johnny any longer. And besides, if you ever speak to me like that again, I’ll have to teach you a lesson in manners…a very hard lesson, you smart mouthed bitch.” Caitlin said all of this in a sweet tone, not even raising her voice.
“He’s MY fucking husband, you SLUT!” Valerie was so furious she was literally spitting at the older woman. “This is HIS ring on MY finger!” She thrust her left hand forward, middle finger raised. “So FUCK YOU! You want to teach me some manners? Bring it, bitch! I’ll kick your flabby ass in front of everyone. See how much they adore you when you’re spitting out broken teeth!” Valerie’s arms were shaking with anger and Johnny knew she was a heartbeat away from attacking the older woman.
Caitlin simply smiled. She pulled Johnny closer with her around his neck, until his cheek pressed into her left breast. “I’m sure it is his ring on your finger,” she replied, “but I notice it’s your “fuck you” finger and not your wedding finger, Valerie.” Johnny saw the fire flash in Val’s eyes. Nobody except her mother called her Valerie.
Caitlin took another sip of her beer and leaned forward, pressing her breast hard into Johnny’s face as she put the bottle down on the table. “How long since you’ve been a real wife to him, Valerie? How long since he’s been in your bed, Valerie? How long since you made him so horny he ejaculated right in your hand…Valerie?”
That would be about ten seconds from now, if things keep going at this rate, whispered a mocking voice in Johnny’s head. He could feel himself growing harder. A perverse part of him enjoyed the spectacle of seeing Val scolded like a child. He hoped like hell that Caitlin wouldn’t notice his arousal. He wouldn’t put it past her to take advantage of that, just to push Val over the edge.
Val’s face was crimson, almost as dark as her hair. “Get up, skank!” she snarled. “I’m gonna teach you to mess with what’s mine!” She raised her voice. “Everybody watch this! This old cxnt has had this coming for the longest time!”
Caitlin’s eyes narrowed, and there was steel in her voice as she replied. “Be careful what promises you make, little girl.” She put her hand on Johnny’s shoulder and pushed herself to her feet. “You got NO idea who you’re fucking with!” Johnny had heard that tone in her voice, during their first video shoot when she’d been working on a slave and had gotten carried away. Moments later the guy was screaming out his safe word. Johnny was pretty sure Val didn’t even know what a safe word was, and he was equally sure that Caitlin wouldn’t give a rat’s ass anyway.
“Oh I don’t huh?” sneered Valerie. “How about you’re a FAT, OLD, HAS-BEEN SKANK who thinks she’s God’s gift to the human FUCKING race! More people have gone through your cxnt than the Lincoln FUCKING Tunnel and now I’m gonna kick your ass and mark your face in front of all your little friends here and show them just what a fake, worthless piece of shit you are! Mistress!” Val’s lip curled as her voice dripped venom. “Nobody’s gonna call you Mistress after today, cxnt!”
Caitlin drew herself upright. “I’m going to enjoy proving you wrong, you filthy little piece of gutter trash,” she hissed. “I’ve been waiting for thirty years to teach you to respect your – UNGGGHH!!!” Her words cut off sharply as Val’s right fist slammed hard into her mouth, crushing her lips and snapping her head back. She took a step backward before she found her balance, and raised her right hand, still holding the crop, to her mouth, eyes wide with shock.
She wiped the back of her hand across her lips and it came away bloody. “Mmm,” she recovered her poise, and smiled thinly with her lips but not her eyes. “The kitten has claws…but the Momma cat has big nasty claws and teeth, as you’re about to find out.” Her arm whipped out in a vicious backhanded blow, the crop slashing in an arc across Valerie’s face.
Valerie ducked downward in a flash, and the crop whistled so close over her head that it ruffled her hair. Even in heels she could move fast though, and the missed strike had left Caitlin with her arms wide, her body exposed. The little redhead leapt forward and threw a savage straight right into Caitlin’s belly.
The sturdy bustier took much of the impact but Caitlin’s eyes still bugged wide and the air rushed out of her as she made a noise like a deflating balloon She clutched one arm across her midriff, stumbled backward and went down hard on one knee, fighting not to fall. The jarring impact bounced her massive breasts even more perilously inside her bustier. Her crop clattered to the floor.
Valerie stepped into her, bending a little, cocking her left fist and using her legs for extra power as she sent it smashing into the older woman’s face. Johnny’s heavy gold ring caught Caitlin across the bridge of her nose, whipping her head to the side, and opened up a gash that immediately began to ooze blood. Caitlin swayed and only just caught her balance, her mouth still working as she fought to draw breath. The crowd gasped, but nobody moved. There was no-one prepared to get between Valerie and her victim.
“Fucking husband-stealing SKANK!” Valerie rocked back the other way and slammed her right fist into Caitlin’s cheek, blasting past the older woman’s futile guard. The blow finally knocked Caitlin off balance and she toppled onto her butt on the deck, throwing out her right arm to keep herself from going over onto her side. Valerie’s rings had left three parallel welts across her cheekbone, and they flushed angrily against her pale skin.
Johnny wondered why Valerie was holding back on Caitlin. He had seen her fight before, raining blows on her opponents and overwhelming them with the sheer ferocity of her assault. He vividly remembered how she had bludgeoned Debi, his first wife, never giving her a chance to fight back. Now, she was taking it slowly, pacing herself, like a cat toying with a mouse.
“See what she is?” Valerie called out, without taking her eyes off the fallen Domme. “See what you’ve been following…worshipping…all this time? She’s no Mistress! She’s a fucking LOSER who just talks tough and she’s made FOOLS out of all of you!” Valerie turned and glared at Caitlin’s followers. “How many times have you ever seen her actually fight?” She looked at one of them, a stocky brunette with a nose ring. “How many?” The woman flinched and looked away. “She only dominates you because you WANT to be dominated! She’s a bully…she’s a NOTHING!” She spun back to Caitlin, who was staring at her, tears in her eyes. “You’re NOTHING!”
Johnny suddenly realized what she was doing. This wasn’t about physically hurting Caitlin or even about humiliating her. This was about destroying her in the eyes of her followers. Valerie was going to strip Caitlin of the thing that mattered most to her – to any Domme; her slaves. When they turned their backs on her, she would be nothing. It was a cruel thing to do, but on the other hand, Caitlin was the one who had started it.
Caitlin managed to get her legs under her while Valerie was ranting, and pushed herself up on one knee just as Valerie turned back to her. “Fuck you, you arrogant little bitch!” she gasped, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. “I’ve been wanting to take you over my knee since you were ten years old!”
Valerie threw her head back and laughed. “Yeah? How’s that working out for so far, grandma?” She lunged forward, her left hand reaching out, fingers hooked, clawing for Caitlin’s thick dark hair. The Domme threw her arms up to grab Valerie’s wrist but she was far too slow. Valerie’s hand jerked her head back and the redhead’s right fist hammered into her nose. “KISS…” screamed Valerie, “…MY…” her fist slammed again into the older woman’s already bleeding nose and Caitlin grunted in pain.
The redhead’s scream of rage suddenly turned into a gurgling gasp as Caitlin, who had retrieved her crop unnoticed from the deck and clutched it in her hand, drove it upward hard, spearing the solid leather butt deep into Valerie’s firm belly, under her ribs. Valerie’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream and she doubled over the Domme, releasing Caitlin’s hair and grabbing at her own stomach.
Caitlin surged to her feet, catching Valerie in the chest with her shoulder, straightening the redhead up sharply and knocking her back several steps. Valerie staggered, gasping for breath, one arm raised defensively while the other cradled her injured belly. Caitlin had already lost one shoe and she kicked the other foot hard sending the remaining pump flying toward Valerie’s head.
Valerie batted it away with her upraised arm but the distraction gave Caitlin time to step in close. Both crimson-nailed hands reached out to snare Valerie’s hair, jerking her head down onto Caitlin’s rising knee. The knee lift caught Valerie full in the face and the force of the blow lifted her right off her feet. She stumbled backward, going over on one heel with a scream of pain and anger, wobbling and finally falling on her butt clutching her face.
When she removed her hand Johnny could see that Caitlin’s knee must have missed her nose, but her left eye was red, already swelling noticeably, and she was bleeding from a cut on her lip. Her chest was heaving with exertion and he could see her nipples poking through her halter top. Her eyes blazed with anger. She might be hurt but Val was just getting warmed up. He’d seen her take far worse punishment than this and still beat a woman unconscious.
Caitlin breathed deeply, her breasts again threatening to burst out of their restraints. “You stupid, arrogant fuck!” she hissed. Her face was red, beats of running down her cheeks and neck, smearing the blood from her nose. “You think I haven’t taken a few punches in my time?” She took a step forward in her stocking feet. “You think I can’t take punishment?” She laughed. “YOU’RE the fool here!”
She took another step toward Valerie, reached down and grabbed the redhead by her ponytail. Johnny saw Valerie’s fist clench as she readied herself for a belly punch as Caitlin hauled her up, but instead the Domme simply grabbed Valerie under the chin with her other hand and hurled her bodily across the deck. The redhead slid on her belly until her shoulder crashed hard into a table leg.
Valerie groaned and pushed herself up with one arm, her legs scrambling, trying to rise to her knees. Her skirt had ridden up around her waist, exposing her tight firm buttocks divided by the thin white line of her lace thong. There was a murmur from the watching crowd.
She had barely gotten to all fours when Caitlin’s foot slammed down on the small of her back, sending her crashing to the deck again with a cry of pain. “On your belly where you belong, you pathetic little piece of garbage!” This time the sharp edge of the table leg caught Valerie across the cheek, opening her skin. Dark blood seeped from the deep scratch.
Caitlin stooped, grasping the prostrate Valerie firmly by her ponytail again. Jerking the redhead up off the deck, she slid the fingers of her other hand into the back of Valerie’s thong and straightened up with a grunt of effort, lifting the younger woman into the air like a sack of flour. “You’ll beg to lick my dirty ass by the time I’m done with you, you worthless skank!” She flung Valerie through the air again, and the little redhead hit the deck with a thud, rolling over and over until she came to rest on her side, moaning in pain, one arm grasping feebly for a grip on anything. For the first time Johnny wondered if Val had bitten off more than she could chew.
“Like the cocky little bitch said, everyone WATCH THIS,” commanded Caitlin as she strode across the space between them. Despite the gashes on her face, the blood trailing down her cheek and her chin, she was a powerful presence. Johnny glanced at the Domme’s followers; their faces were rapt with adoration. He began to see what they saw; the Mistress in her. He looked back at the prone, bleeding Valerie and shifted in his seat, his cock so hard it was painful.
Caitlin bent, grabbed the whimpering redhead by her hair on each side of her head and jerked her up to her knees. Johnny would never have thought Caitlin possessed the physical strength to manhandle even someone as petite as Valerie, but seeing was believing.
The sudden motion proved too much for the Caitlin’s bustier and her huge breasts finally bounced free, Johnny had seen Caitlin’s nipples before during the video shoots, large and pink, being worshiped by the eager lips of her slaves, but he had never seen them as flushed and swollen as this. She made no attempt to cover herself. That kind of modesty was completely foreign to her.
“Watch this and remember!” Caitlin barked. “Just in case any of you are stupid enough to challenge me! Watch and remember what happens to those who do!” The fingers of her left hand twisted hard into Valerie’s hair, jerking the younger woman’s head back brutally. Valerie raised an arm weakly in a vain attempt to grasp at the Domme’s wrist, but she lacked the strength to break Caitlin’s hold on her hair.
Caitlin clenched her fist and raised it high above her head. “Watch…REMEMBER!” Her fist plunged down and crushed Valerie’s nose with a sound like a watermelon splitting. Valerie’s body jerked and she let out a groan of agony. “Dare to challenge me,” roared Caitlin, “and this is only the BEGINNING of your torment!” Still holding Valerie by the hair, she lifted her foot and stomped the redhead brutally in the belly. The younger woman’s breath exploded from her chest in a mist of blood, spraying Caitlin’s thighs.
The Domme thrust her other hand into Valerie’s hair and hauled her beaten foe to her feet. She stared into Valerie’s red, tear-filled eyes. “Stupid, arrogant, girl!” she scolded. “Submit to me now, and spare yourself more pain.”
Valerie’s shoulders shook with her sobbing. She took a deep, shuddering breath, blinking the tears from her eyes as she struggled to focus on Caitlin. Her mouth opened, her swollen lips moving silently for a moment until she finally gasped out the words. “F…fuck…you.”
Caitlin tossed her head back and screamed in frustration. “STUPID…” She shook Valerie hard. “…BITCH!” With a roar she threw the little redhead away from her. Flung like a rag doll, Valerie flew easily three feet, hit the ground awkwardly but still on her feet, stumbled, fell and slammed backward into the wall of the house as onlookers scampered out of her way.
The Domme surged after her, grabbed her as she started to slide down the wall and held her up. “I’ve met my share of pain sluts,” she sneered, “and enjoyed them all, but you’re a whole different animal!” She pulled the limp, bloody Valerie off the wall then slammed her against it once more, hard, knocking the younger woman’s remaining breath out of her.
Valerie sagged in her grip, and Caitlin pressed close to her, thrusting her massive bosom into the redhead’s blood-smeared, sweat-streaked face, squeezing her arms together, smothering Valerie. “You’re starting to annoy me,” she sneered. “Time to put you to sleep, bitch.” She pressed tighter, pushing Valerie’s head back against the wall, cutting off her breathing. Valerie shook her head weakly in a vain attempt to find air. “These are the tits Johnny’s going to be enjoying later…not those pathetic little pimples of – AAAGGGHHH!!!” Her back arched suddenly and she shoved herself violently away from Valerie, revealing the redhead’s teeth clamped tightly on the flesh of her left nipple. “LET GO YOU SICK FUCKING cxnt!!!”
She slammed her hands down in a double chop on the back of Valerie’s neck, screaming and writhing in agony as the redhead’s teeth tore at her breast, then again before she finally broke Valerie’s grip. Caitlin backpedalled, holding her injured breast tight, screaming curses. When she finally eased her hand away from her nipple, she gazed in horrified fury at the deep gouges left by Valerie’s vicious bite. More than teeth marks, they wept blood. Caitlin glared at Valerie in utter hatred, tears of pain and fury streaking her dark mascara down her flushed cheeks.
Valerie slumped against the wall, a savage smile on her blotchy, bloody face. Her chest swelled as she forced air back into her lungs. “Maybe I was arrogant,” she wheezed staring at Caitlin through the sweat-soaked mat of her hair which had escaped her ruined ponytail, “but I wasn’t the only one, was I, you twisted old cxnt!” She wiped the blood from her chin with the back of her hand. “And I won’t make the same mistake twice!”
She came off the wall with a howl of rage. Caitlin threw her arms up to block the attack but Valerie was unstoppable. She knocked the Domme’s right hand aside with her left forearm, clearing the way for her right fist to drive through and pound the older woman’s nose. Caitlin tried to get her other arm across to parry the blow but even injured as she was, Valerie was just too fast. Caitlin grunted as Valerie’s fist pulped her flesh and the redhead’s rings tore her skin. As she threw her arms up, Valerie’s left cross dug a livid welt across her left breast, knocking it outward and digging a furrow across her already bleeding nipple. Caitlin screamed like a demon, desperately backing away, her teeth clenched in pain.
As the Domme clamped her arm across her chest to cover up, Valerie’s next blow slammed into her belly. Caitlin grunted breathlessly and hunched over, dropping her arm. Valerie hammered her dangling right breast, slamming it outward, her rings again carving welts across her creamy flesh. Caitlin yelped this time and her knees buckled momentarily before she caught her balance.
Valerie feinted low and Caitlin threw her arms down to protect her belly but the redhead lunged upward again and fired a rapid left-right combo into the older woman’s face. Caitlin’s lips burst like over-ripe plums and more blood flowed. She let out another scream of pain and rage but instead of covering up again and continuing to yield the initiative to Valerie, her scream turned into a roar of anger and she charged with her arms out, grasping, clawing.
Valerie took a step back for range and launched a devastating straight right at Caitlin’s face. The blow connected and Caitlin’s head whipped back, hair flying and blood spraying from the older woman’s split lips, but the Domme’s additional weight and momentum carried her onward and she crashed hard into Valerie, her hooked fingers grasping the redhead by her breasts, digging inside her top, twisting. Valerie shrieked in pain and anger but continued to batter Caitlin’s breasts with her fists.
Caitlin gave another feral scream, forcing herself past the pain as she heaved, hurling Valerie away from her again like a toy. There was a loud ripping sound as stitching failed and the Domme was left with Valerie’s torn halter hanging from her fingers as the redhead rolled across the deck, fetching up against the feet of one of Caitlin’s male minions.
Before Valerie could gather her wits, the collared man lifted his booted foot and stomped down hard on her bare belly. Valerie let out a gasping cry as her head and feet jack-knifed up off the deck, but she retained enough sense to roll away before he could follow up. He took a step after her but Caitlin halted him with a word. “NO!” He froze, looking abashed. She cocked her head to the side and spat blood on the deck. “Thank you for your loyalty, five, but she is MINE.”
Caitlin made her way to where Valerie lay. She was moving slower now, breathing hard, her face red and dripping with sweat. Despite the surprising strength and stamina she had shown, Caitlin was at least fifty years old and twenty or thirty pounds heavier than she should have been. The physical strain, particularly in this heat, was beginning to tell.
Valerie had managed to clamber to her knees, holding herself up with one arm, the other hand clamped across her belly. Her head hung low, her face hidden beneath her tangled hair but her shoulders shuddered each time she took a labored breath. She too moved slowly, ponderously, her usual speed gone. Johnny could see she was spent. Nobody could take the kind of beating she had suffered and keep going. Even so, he knew that Val wouldn’t quit while she was still conscious. Nor would Caitlin. Looking at the two of them, it was just a matter of which one would pass out first.
Caitlin reached Valerie and reached out to grab the younger woman again by her hair. As the Domme wrenched her head up, Valerie let out a shriek of defiant rage and slammed her fist up into Caitlin’s belly. Caitlin cried out in pain and staggered, but she kept her hold on Valerie’s hair and a ferocious back-fist across Valerie’s face sent the redhead sprawling.
The Domme stepped over to where her crop lay discarded on the deck. Her movements were no less labored than Valerie’s had been. She held her belly with one hand as she walked, grimaced in pain as she bent to retrieve the crop, and groaned with the effort it took her to stand upright again.
Crossing once more to Valerie, she reached the redhead just as she was beginning to push herself up with her arms. Caitlin stooped with an even louder groan, thrust a hand into Valerie’s hair and spun the younger woman around on her belly. Valerie yelped in pain and shock, her hands reaching up to grasp at Caitlin’s wrists, and she would have fallen on her face again but for the Domme’s grip on her hair.
“Time to finish this!” snarled Caitlin through clenched teeth. Johnny could see she was in a lot more pain than she was letting on, but trying her damnedest to hide it. She forced one foot in front of the other, her massive bosom rising and falling with each heavy breath as she dragged the feebly struggling Valerie on her belly across the deck, finally stopping about six feet from Johnny.
Caitlin stepped over the redhead, straddling her from behind, and shoved her crop beneath Valerie’s chin, forcing the younger woman’s head back. The Domme released Valerie’s hair and held her up with both hands on the crop, stretching her head back, the slender shaft digging hard into Valerie’s throat as the redhead’s own weight began to choke her.
Valerie’s face was contorted in pain. Blood streamed from her nose and both corners of her mouth. Tears and runnels of sweat streaked her cheeks and washed channels in the smeared blood. Her hair was a tangled mess, plastered across her face. Her bare breasts jutted outward, their peaks like pink pebbles, and shook as she struggled to breathe.
Caitlin dropped suddenly, her butt slamming down into the base of Valerie’s spine. The redhead’s eyes opened like saucers, her arms flew wide, fists clenched, and her mouth gaped in a silent ‘O’. It took a long moment for her shriek of agony to reach her lips but when it did, the entire crowd flinched.
“Now you can beg for mercy, you cocky little cxnt!” growled Caitlin breathlessly. She leaned back, bending Valerie’s spine further, pressing the crop tighter into her throat. “What do you think ‘your’ Johnny thinks of you now, bitch?” She laughed cruelly. “I’m sure he’s REAL proud of his big tough wife who shoots her mouth off to everybody about how badass she is! She jerked back hard on the crop. Valerie made a strangled gurgling noise, her face darkening.
Caitlin was in her element. “You DARED to threaten ME!” She ground her butt down on Valerie’s spine, straining the little redhead’s back even further. Johnny could see the muscles standing out on Val’s taut belly.
“What was it you said, bitch? Gonna knock the shit out of me with that ring, weren’t you? I’m a big fat submissive cow, aren’t I?” She bent close to Valerie’s ear. “Story of your life, Valerie…your big mouth writing checks your body can’t cash!” She hauled brutally on the crop. . “What’s that smart mouth got to say now? HUH???” She pulled on each end of the crop, twisting Valerie’s neck savagely back and forth.
Valerie’s arms flopped weakly as she tried to raise her hands and grasp the crop, to relieve the brutal pressure on her throat. Her face was purple. Her eyes, wide open a moment ago, began to droop as the lack of oxygen began to tell.
“Beg, bitch!” hissed Caitlin. Her face was almost as dark as Valerie’s, from anger and exertion. “Go on, cxnt! This FAT COW has your pathetic life in my hands! Beg for your life!”
Valerie’s mouth opened but only pink-tinged spittle came out, running down her chin. Her lips trembled. A woman’s voice called out from the crowd, ‘Jesus Christ! She’s killing her! Somebody should stop this!” Nobody moved. Johnny glanced at the onlookers. Caitlin’s daughter stood gaping in fascinated horror. Johnny noticed the beautiful blonde’s nipples clearly visible through her t-shirt. One of the Domme’s male entourage was sucking the breast of another woman, another Domme judging by the fact that she wore no collar. Even the vanilla crowd were aroused. One of the women was surreptitiously stroking her boyfriend’s or husband’s cock through his pants.
“…nnngghhh….” Valerie’s voice was a desperate croaking whisper. “…I…nnnggh…” She lifted her arms a little, her palms turned upward. “…I…” Her eyes closed and her arms went limp. Her head lolled sideways, at least as much as it could in Caitlin’s relentless choke hold.
Caitlin held on for a moment, not realizing what had just happened, but then noticed. “FUCK!!!” She threw her head back and roared in frustration. “FUCKING stubborn little cxnt! UGGHH!!!” She took a deep breath. “DAMN IT! I SO wanted to hear the pathetic little skank beg!” She sighed, relaxing a little. “But it doesn’t matter…she’ll have plenty of opportunities from now on.” Her smile returned and she leaned forward to murmur in the unconscious Valerie’s ear. “You’re all mine now, bitch.”
That was when Valerie struck. With a hoarse scream she whipped her arms up, seized Caitlin’s wrists in a death grip and threw her head back, slamming the back of he skull into Caitlin’s face. The Domme cried out in shock and pain as Valerie crushed her nose yet again. “FUCK!!!”
Caitlin tried to tear her wrists free but the redhead’s grip was relentless, and again Valerie jerked the older woman forward as she battered the brunette’s bleeding face with the back of her head. Caitlin managed to get her right arm free but Valerie cocked her elbow and whipped her arm round, connecting with Caitlin’s right eye. The Domme roared with pain and fell backward.
Valerie let go her other arm and slumped forward, pulling her right leg up and then hurling her foot out in a mule kick that drove hard into Caitlin’s right breast, crushing it into her ribs and even skidding her a few feet backward. The kick also shoved Valerie forward, freeing her other leg from under Caitlin’s butt. She pulled herself away across the deck, desperate for some distance as she gasped weakly, forcing air into her tortured lungs.
Caitlin half-sat, half-lay on the deck, propped on one elbow, groaning. Blood streamed from her nose in a torrent, into her mouth and over her chin. Her stream of curses sent droplets spraying over her chest among the cuts and gouges inflicted by Valerie’s fists. Her skirt had ridden up around her waist, exposing her sheer black thong along with her shaven mound beneath it.
Valerie used a table to drag herself to her knees and then, gradually, to her feet. She had lost both shoes at some point in the fight and stood barefoot. She let go of the table and swayed precariously. Her left eye was swollen completely shut, her nose was a bloody ruin and her lips looked like an obscene caricature. Blood and sweat ran down her face, neck and chest but her body was relatively unmarked as Caitlin had concentrated on battering her nose and mouth. Johnny could see the crimson mark across her throat from Caitlin’s crop however, and he knew she had to be hurting from the stomps she had taken to her back and belly.
“You…oughta…make sure…you finish…the job…PIG!” The words were a series of ragged gasps.
Caitlin’s bleeding lips curled in an animal snarl. “Oh I intend to,” she growled as she pulled herself to her feet on the deck railing, grunting hard. The knee of her left stocking was ripped completely away and the other was laddered in several places. With her face cut and bleeding, her nose mangled and her lips split, she looked in no better shape than Val did. She staggered a little as she pushed off the railing and took several halting steps toward the redhead. “I’m gonna finish YOU!”
“Bring it!” croaked Valerie and stumbled forward. She threw a wild left at Caitlin’s swinging left breast, which the Domme blocked easily, knocking Valerie’s arm outward harmlessly. The little redhead still had some wits about her though, because she followed up with a ripping right that came up under Caitlin’s open guard and into her chin, rocking the brunette back on her heels with a loud snap as her teeth clacked together.
Valerie was a demon, ducking a little to hammer Caitlin’s ribs and belly. The heavy bustier acted almost like body armor though, and the redhead soon moved higher, pounding her fists into the older woman’s chest, marking her jiggling breasts with more bloody welts as Caitlin staggered and tried desperately to cover up, crying out in pain as each fierce blow drove deep into soft flesh.
“Ugly fucking COW!!!” roared Valerie in a frenzy, her pain forgotten, hair flying as she poured punch after punch into Caitlin; breasts, arms, face and head. Johnny knew she must be fighting on pure adrenalin, a last-ditch attempt to take the Domme down – but it was working.
She forced the whimpering Caitlin back a step, then another. Valerie’s rhythm began to slow but still she landed blow after blow as the brunette’s defenses grew slower and weaker. Caitlin’s face looked as though she was about to burst a blood vessel, her mouth open, breathing like a worn-out horse, blood and spittle flying from her ravaged lips.
A vicious uppercut under her chin knocked Caitlin’s arms wide, driving her onto her back foot, and Valerie followed up with two rapid blows to her breasts, the impacts sending them slapping up against her chest.
Caitlin’s eyes began to glaze over. Her grunts and groans began to change in tone, and if Johnny didn’t know better he could have sworn there were moans of pleasure punctuating those of pain. Instead of covering up, the Domme seemed to swell physically. Suddenly she roared with agonized fury and lunged forward. Intent on delivering more punishment, Valerie was unprepared for the charge and Caitlin’s right hand caught the back of her neck, pulling her forward and down into the crook of the older woman’s left elbow. Caitlin’s arm wrapped tight around the redhead’s neck and suddenly Valerie was trapped in a reverse headlock.
Still Valerie did not let up. Her right fist hammered Caitlin’s left kidney dragging a scream of pain from the Domme, forcing her to remain defensive, preventing her from using her fists or even her knees on the redhead’s captive body. Valerie’s left fist drove upward connecting with the brunette’s belly on the front of her skirt, between her waist and her crotch. Caitlin gasped and sagged, almost falling.
The Domme shoved herself forward, forcing Valerie to fight for balance and gaining a momentary respite from her furious assault. Caitlin’s clenched her teeth and squeezed tight on Valerie’s neck, again trying to choke the redhead into submission. Valerie wrapped her arms around Caitlin’s legs, holding on as she backpedaled, then braced herself to push back into the Domme. Her fingers hooked tight around Caitlin’s thighs and suddenly she raked her hands upward, shredding the older woman’s stockings with her nails, all the way up to her ass, lifting Caitlin’s skirt and exposing the pale flesh of her buttocks, now marred by eight bloody trails. Her talons dug deep between the Domme’s cheeks, clawing at her ass in an attempt to make her break the headlock.
Caitlin roared in agony and went up on her toes reflexively, leaning forward further over Valerie’s back and forcing the redhead downward. The Domme twisted her body back and forth desperately, cursing and shrieking as she fought to prevent the vengeful Valerie invading her ass and clawing her inside.
“Aaaghhhh…aaaggghhh…AAAGGGHHH!!!” she screamed in pain and terror. She pounded on Valerie’s bare back with her free hand and the younger woman screamed at the torment to her injured muscles but still she would not give up. Caitlin hooked her fingers in Valerie’s crumpled skirt, hiked up around her waist, and jerked violently back and forth trying to throw the redhead off balance. Valerie clung to her relentlessly.
Caitlin’s eyes suddenly widened and her shrieks intensified. “AAAGGGHHH FUUUCCCKKK!!!” In a last desperate defense she reared backward, yanking on Valerie’s skirt with all her failing strength. Valerie’s feet lifted completely off the floor and she squealed in shock as the Domme hefted her into the air, her legs kicking as she hung upside down in Caitlin’s arms, thrashing wildly.
Johnny sucked in a breath as he saw the peril Val was in. Caitlin had been a trained wrestler in her youth. She could drop Val in a pile-driver that could shatter her neck. His chest hurt and he realized he had forgotten to breathe. He was so aroused he was shaking.
Caitlin clung to her captive, staggering as she struggled to hold the wildly wriggling redhead. The muscles in her neck bunched and her face grew even redder, but then Valerie gave an even wilder kick that slammed her knee into Caitlin’s temple and the Domme went down, toppling over and crashing to the deck on her back where she lay moaning, stunned.
Valerie fared worse. As Caitlin released her and she went over backwards, she fell partly over the edge of the deck and slammed down onto the solid wooden railing, which caught her right across the base of her spine. A few inches higher and the impact would have broken her back. As it was, she let out an inhuman cry of utter torment, and her whole body shook for a second as though she were electrocuted, before her agonized writhing toppled her off the railing and she fell the two feet into the flower bed below.
Caitlin lay on her back, legs wide, one arm at her side and the other flung up over her head. Her massive chest rose and fell as she wheezed audibly with each breath. There was a long, frozen moment among the entire gathering. Only when a woman finally glanced over the railing and exclaimed in horror, “Oh my god! Somebody call an ambulance!” did Caitlin raise her head and roll heavily over.
“NO!” she commanded. “This is NOT done yet!” She pulled herself to her feet, wincing in pain. Her jaw was clenched tight as she walked slowly over to the steps, trying hard not to look like she was leaning on the railing, and stepped carefully down to the ground.
Incredibly, as she reached the bottom step, Valerie’s head appeared, rising slowly out of the bushes. Her face was a mask of pain, caked with dirt mingled with her sweat and blood. She squinted at Caitlin through tear-filled eyes. “All right…” she panted, her voice trembling, all the fire gone out of her. ‘…you win…bitch. It’s…over.”
Caitlin’s fist took her full in the face. She reeled backward. Her arms flew wide as she slammed into the railing. Her knees buckled and she sagged, her head hanging limply. Caitlin stepped forward and shoved a hand under her chin, keeping her from falling. “Oh that’s where you’re wrong, skank. It isn’t the end…not by a long shot. This is just the beginning for you!”
She turned her gaze up to the crowd on deck. “You…three!” She addressed a short and very chubby woman with hair like a troll doll from the 1980s, in an outfit that made her resemble a black leather balloon. “Hold this up for me. Don’t let her fall.”
The woman stepped forward and grasped the defeated Valerie by the hair. She forced her head back, bending her over the top rail and Valerie moaned weakly. The collared slave cackled with glee as she stared down into Valerie’s battered face. “Welcome to the family, sister slave!” She bent and licked a trickle of blood from the redhead’s exposed throat. “Mistress is gonna take gooooood care of you!” Her tongue trailed up Valerie’s chin to her lips. Valerie’s jaw clenched and the slave let out a sudden screech, jerking her head back, oozing blood from her own lip where Valerie had bitten her. “Bad sister!” She backhanded Valerie hard across the mouth. The battered redhead groaned.
Caitlin reached the deck and again thrust her hand into Valerie’s hair, gazing imperiously down at her defeated foe. She stood a little straighter, regaining some of her composure. “You can let her go now, three.”
The little slave bobbed a curtsey, her eyes lowered as she backed away. “Yes Mistress.”
Caitlin’s lip curled. “Stupid, arrogant bitch,” she said disdainfully. “You thought you were better than me?” She gave a short, sharp laugh. “I think I just proved you wrong.” She sniffed. “I’m the better fighter…and the better woman.” Raising an arm, she cupped her left breast, scratched and bleeding in a dozen places, and regarded it critically for a moment before her eyes flickered down to Valerie’s petite breasts, smeared with blood and dirt. “I will admit you put up a good fight…which is why this is all the sweeter”.
Her hand reached down, fingers hooked into claws, and she dragged her nails viciously across Valerie’s chest from left to right, gouging four crimson, bloody trails. Valerie’s mouth clenched tight and her body twitched as a long, low moan of anguish escaped her torn lips.
Caitlin smiled cruelly at her victim’s agony. “Come,” she ordered, ‘I’m not finished with you yet.” She slid her other hand under Valerie’s arm, bent her knees and heaved upward, groaning with the effort and pain it caused her. She dragged Valerie up over the rail, the redhead whimpering at the strain on her tortured back. The younger woman’s feet slammed loudly down on the deck, her body hanging limply in Caitlin’s arms.
The Domme hauled her beaten victim across the deck and threw her face-down onto a table laden with drinks and snacks. Beverages and plastic ware went flying. Valerie laid there, legs dangling, arms splayed wide, head twisted to the side. From his vantage point Johnny could see her face. Except for the trembling of her swollen lips, tiny twitching movements of her fingers and the faint rise and fall of her shoulders as she drew breath, he would have sworn she was unconscious.
“What was it you said to me…screamed at me…on the phone the other day?” asked Caitlin. “How you were gonna beat the shit out of me and fuck me in the ass in front of God and everybody?” She laughed contemptuously. “You should be careful making threats like that. The first one’s already bounced back on you, you arrogant cxnt…and now it’s time for the second!” She spread her arms wide. “Three…unzip me.”
The little slave scampered over to her Mistress, fingers fumbling at the back of Caitlin’s waist, and unfastened the heavy silver zipper that bisected the back of her skirt. The skirt fell away, again revealing the Domme’s bare buttocks marked with the cruel gouges of Valerie’s nails.
“Two!” Caitlin called out. Another collared woman, taller and slender with short spiky hair, stepped out of the crowd. “Give me my strap-on. We’ll soon see who’s getting fucked today!” The slave reached into the heavy purse she carried over her shoulder, and withdrew a heavy black dildo, perhaps eight or nine inches long, with leather straps attached.
Caitlin stood with her feet apart as the woman approached her and held the strap-on against her crotch, covering her sheer black thong. The little slave called three pulled the strap up between Caitlin’s buttocks, then fastened it to the two other straps over the Domme’s hips.
“Now,” Caitlin turned to the crowd, the strap-on bobbing in front of her. The shaft was tapered, its rounded end only as wide as the tip of a finger, thickening toward the base which was easily two inches in diameter. “Who wants to see this bitch get what she deserves?”
There were cheers from her entire entourage, applause and even a few whistles. Even one or two of the vanilla crowd cheered, though they quickly fell silent and looked guiltily around them.
“Let’s do it!” cried Caitlin. She stepped up to Valerie and placed a hand on the younger woman’s left butt cheek. Valerie’s leg twitched but she offered no other resistance.
Caitlin stopped. “Oh wait! Silly me, I forgot the most important thing!” She reached out and took hold of Valerie’s left wrist, pulling the redhead’s limp arm down to her waist. “I remember you telling me, bitch, how you took this wedding ring off the finger of Johnny’s first wife when you took him from her and kicked her ass. You were so proud of that, you arrogant little cxnt!” Valerie moaned. “So now I’ve taken Johnny off you and kicked YOUR ass…so the ring is mine too!” She lifted Valerie’s wrist and grasped the ring on her middle finger.
“NO!!!” shrieked Valerie, fear giving her sudden strength. “YOU CAN’T! FUCK YOU, I’LL – ” She struggled feebly, squirming on the table, trying vainly to pull her arm out of Caitlin’s grip. She clenched her fist tight.
Caitlin reached over her, thrust a hand into her hair and hauled her head up off the table. Valerie screamed in renewed pain. “You’ll WHAT?” sneered Caitlin. “Bleed on me some more?” A couple of the onlookers sxxxxxxxed. The Domme slammed Valerie’s face violently into the table top. The defeated redhead lay dazed, blood oozing from a new cut over her right eye.
Caitlin twisted Valerie’s arm up behind her back in a hammerlock, prying her fingers open. “Give it up, bitch! I’m not afraid to break your fingers or your arm!”
Valerie sobbed in despair. “No…no! Not my ring!” Caitlin ignored her, slowly forcing her fist open. She grasped hold of the ring, twisted and pulled, and it slipped off Valerie’s finger. The redhead howled in despair. “Nooooooooo!!!”
The Domme held the ring up and inspected it. “Pretty,” she said, “trashy, but pretty…kinda like you, cxnt.” Her followers laughed again. “This will look good on me, but first I have another use for it.” She leaned over Valerie. “I remember another thing you said…another stupid empty threat you made…how you were going to fuck me up with your ring! Well…now that the tables have turned, it’s only fair that I get to return the favor.”
She stepped back from Valerie, reached down and, holding the strap-on in one hand, slipped the ring over the tip of the dildo. It slid several inches onto the shaft before the thickness of the rubber stopped it. There was a general gasp of shock from the crowd as everyone realized what she intended.
“Absolutely right,” called Caitlin, affirming their fears as she twisted the ring, working it further onto the dildo, forcing it on tight. “I’m gonna fuck her up with this ring…fuck her up the ass!”
Valerie whimpered and writhed on the table, trying weakly to pull her arms under her and raise herself up, but she was too beaten and exhausted to do more than twitch helplessly, totally at the Domme’s mercy – and Caitlin was in no mood to be merciful.
Caitlin parted Valerie’s butt cheeks and pulled the redhead’s dirt-smeared, sweat soaked thong aside. She thrust her hips forward and Valerie’s eyes opened wide as the tip of the dildo touched the puckered rosette of her anus. “No…no…no…” she moaned as the full realization of what was about to happen, penetrated her pain-filled mind. “You can’t…you can’t…”
“Oh yes I FUCKING well can!” retorted the Domme. She grabbed hold of Valerie’s soiled skirt and jerked her victim hard toward her as she thrust her own hips forward, driving the dildo deep into Valerie’s ass.
“MMMMMMNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHAAAWWW!!!” Valerie let out an animal shriek of agony as the strap-on impaled her, the thickening shaft stretching her tortured anus wide, the sharp ridges on the gold ring gouged her sensitive innards. She clawed desperately at the table, grasping and tearing at the cloth. Her head flew back, sweat and blood spraying everything nearby, then forward again, biting at the tablecloth in her torment, growling and screaming. “UUUNNGGHH! UUUNNNGGGHH!!! OH…OH…OH FUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEEEE!”
Caitlin laughed harshly. “Damn right! FUCK YOU!” She ground her hips against Valerie’s butt, moving the dildo deep in the redhead’s ass and dragging more screams of pain and anguish from her devastated victim. She drew back, almost out of Valerie, that movement alone raking the ring along her rectum, then slammed it home again with a wet slapping sound as her pelvis smacked Valerie’s butt cheeks. “How does it feel, SKANK!!!???”
“AAAGGGHHH FUUUUUUCCCKKK…IT…HURTS!!!” screamed Valerie breathlessly. “FUUUCK FUUUCK FUUUCK!” Her fists pounded the table in an anguished frenzy. Tears washed channels in the dirt and blood that covered her face, not only from pain but from the shame and humiliation. Johnny knew how much this was hurting the proud Val, to be degraded like this in front of her family and friends. So, he was sure, did Caitlin.
Caitlin rammed the dildo into Valerie’s ravaged ass over and over as the redhead screamed and writhed in helpless agony, tearing at the tablecloth with her teeth, gouging the wooden top with her nails until they were broken and bloody. “OHMYGOD! Ohmygod! It HURTS! It HUUUUUURTS! Stop stop stop…” Her cries became softer, her squirming weaker as exhaustion and despair overcame her.
Caitlin moved her hips this way and that, driving into her victim from different angles, high and low, left and right. “Beg me, you worthless cxnt!” she roared. “Beg me for mercy!” She wrenched viciously on Valerie’s bunched skirt, hauling the younger woman’s hips into the air as she pulled back with the strap-on, then dropping her again, impaling Valerie’s ass even deeper onto the dildo. Valerie’s screams redoubled. “BEG!”
Valerie ground her teeth in a frantic, doomed attempt to hold on, to endure the pain. She bit her lip until blood flowed anew, screaming in abject desolation. “Ohmygod ohmygod no no no NO NO!!!”
“DO IT, YOU cxnt!”
“NO! I WON’T!!! You can’t – ” Valerie’s voice cracked. “Don’t…don’t make me!”
Johnny’s eyes widened in shock. Those words, the plaintive tone in Valerie’s voice was something he had never heard in all the ye
