My back arches further as the vibrator in my ass is turned up, but that only results in me being able to accept these two new (and very welcome) invaders all the more easily. My moans are a mixture of pain, pleasure and sheer joy, now that my frustration has been replaced by stimulation. And what stimulation! I feel Pauline building up the rhythm with her rubber cock, knowing exactly how to pump into me for maximum effect - I also know that she is undoubtedly on her way to another orgasm, especially since I can't feel her hands on my body... And as for your cock, filling my mouth... I feel so wonderfully filled, and my tongue hungrily licks up and down the length of your member... a thought flashes through my mind, and I gently bring my teeth a little closer together: I decide that if you enjoy it, all the better, and if you don't, it serves you right for taking such liberties in shaving my nether regions. I always feels very powerful and dominant, even when bound completely helpless, when a man puts his most prized possession between my teeth... but a groan from your lips signals that you seem to be enjoying the sensation. I let my teeth scrape you a little more on your backthrust, and at the same time I feel Pauline withdraw almost all the way, before you both slam back into me, both seeming to penetrate deeper than ever before. My nipples are throbbing like crazy between the cruel jaws of those clamps, but I hardly notice now as I find myself on the brink... my body is now slick with sweat as I writhe in my bonds, impaled by three cocks, unable to move except with the dual thrusts of my Master and Mistress. And even though I'm on the verge, I remember my slave days, and know that I really should wait for permission... although I can sense the orgasms queueing up inside me, and I know that I won't be able to wait long...

Your teeth feel wonderful against my cock and it surges again with renewed energy. I revel in the sensations but withdraw regretfully. Your displeasure is expressed as a sad grunt, but when Pauline pulls out of you, your voice quakes with lust, repeating only one word: "Please." Blindfolded, you listen for clues of what's going to happen next, your skin desperate for a touch or caress. You think about your exposed vagina, how we've used you like a sex toy, and you crave relief. Your heart pounds in your chest. Your next realization is that I have hopped off of the bed, landing on the ground silently. Pauline had been standing on a carpeted box, precisely built so that she could stand upon it and fuck your pussy whilst so bound. I lock ankle cuffs over her boots and chain them to their respective posts at the foot of the bed, keeping her legs about two feet apart. Next, I mount a long steel rod to special attachments on the footposts, crossing the vertical posts with a horizontal bar, making the new contraption resemble an "H." The crossbar is at the height of Pauline's neck, and she ducks her head under the bar, where I lock ner neck collar to a ring in the middle of the crossbar. Her wrists are then cuffed and chained to the tops of the footposts, effectively making the crossbar a yoke and rendering her upper body immobile. Next, I attach two more crossbars, one at the height of Pauline's waist and the other at the height of her thighs. The front of her waistbelt is locked to the middle crossbar, while the front of the thighcuffs are locked to the lower crossbar. Now, no matter how hard she pushes, she'll simply push against the crossbars, which push against the footposts. From this position, the eight-inch cock juts out like a coat hook. I align your body and impale you on the cock, the simple weight of your body in this modified sling burying you onto the penis, so deeply that your ass touches Pauline's thighs. You sigh the happiest of sighs and your head lolls back, satisfied. I give Pauline's boobs a hand massage, paying particular attention to her beautiful nipples. At full erection, I put nipple clamps on them, causing her to howl with several colorful metaphors and a few interesting ideas about my ancestry! Devilishly, I then take a short length of chain and lock your nipple chain with hers, leaving less than two inches of slack: if either of you moves, both of your nipples will pay the price.

I proceed to give Pauline some swift and sharp swats on her ass, which causes her to jerk and buck her hips involuntarily. Her bucking hips drives her cock into you, which then causes the nipple chains to bite deeper. I had only intended to give Pauline a few swats, but I become mesmerized by the "chain" reaction, how her tits and yours are now one. I then take my position back on the bed, and place the tip of my penis on your lips. You swirl the tip with your tongue, eager to please me, and that's when I tell you the secret to my bondage: I will kneel where I am, unmoving. For you to please me, you'll need to use your arms to slide your body up and down the length of my cock. When you do so, you'll drive Pauline's strap-on in and out of your own pussy, so the more pleasure you give me, the more pleasure you receive in turn. This motion, though, causes the nipple clamps to attack your tortured nubbins. Of course, Pauline is in the same predicament as you!! "My dear, to cum again, you'll have to work for it. Do nothing, and I may not allow you to cum again tonight. Worship my cock well, and you may cum as many times as you like. You have fifteen minutes. I suggest you get to work!"

"Ingenious," I mutter under my breath, my voice half in awe and half in frustration, as I wriggle on the bed, my arms working underneath me almost uselessly to push me up so that I can take the head of your cock inside my mouth. I'm tempted to try to use my teeth to pull myself further up, but I fear that you might cut short my fifteen minutes... so I continue to writhe, my fingers useless in their bondage, as I struggle to get more of your cock inside my mouth... but I am tethered, my nipples to Pauline's, and she is enjoying herself too much to give me any help at all in my endless struggle. All she does is watch, and wince as I pull on her clamped nipples. With renewed effort, I struggle hard to work my way up the length of your cock, taking you in deeper, and getting some stimulation from Pauline's rubber cock rubbing me as it slowly withdraws... my tongue is teasing the length of your cock, reaching past my lips to scout the terrain ahead as inch by inch I work my way up... fighting against the taut chains between Pauline and myself, struggling against the urge to slide back down the bed... And then I've gone as far as I can do, your cock deep inside my mouth, filling me and I relax, the nipple chains and other parts of the bondage making it very easy for me to slide back down towards Pauline, your cock leaving my mouth as Pauline's dildo enters me again, and a loud groan escapes my lips as the pressure on my nipples eases slightly. I don't know how long that first thrust took, but I do know that it will be a fight to cum in the time limit. With a grunt of determination, I start about working on the second thrust...

I flex muscles in my groin and make my cock twitch, causing it to fall out of your pie-hole. It bounces up against my stomach, far out of your reach. In your blindfolded state, you feel around with your face and tongue, stretching, reaching for that lost key to your own private heaven. You fear that I'll stop your chance at orgasm early, denying The Beast, and your heart begins to pound like a hammer in your chest. You squirm around, desperately clawing your way towards me. Pauline begs you to stop, for her massive tits are now two inches longer at the tips! You ignore the pain, not because you are desperate, but because you LIKE it, you CRAVE it, and you NEED it. You know it, and now Pauline and I know it, too. Yes, you are ours to use and abuse, as we wish, slave! As you climb towards me, the massive intruder pulls out of your pussy wetly, which I watch with abject rapture. The sight of the huge cock sliding out of my slave's hairless hole makes my dick purple and red-hot. A minute has passed and you start to despair, so much so that you lunge blindly for my invisible penis. The clamps remain steadfast in their viper-like grasp on your tits and Pauline again begs you to stop, but the huskiness in her voice indicates that her body is telling another story. Your breath comes in short gasps as each lunge brings you closer and closer to me, the whole eight inches of rubber almost out of your sex. I can feel your hot breath on my crotch and I can't resist anymore - I use my hand to put my cock back in your eager mouth. You suck hungrily, like a starving calf on her mother's udder, grateful for not losing the chance to please me. I groan in satisfaction, for it wasn't your efforts that drove me to lust, but the sight of your long legs, cuffed to the posts, with thumbcuffs trapping your toes, and your sex splayed so wantonly. You then begin the process of pumping again on this perverse spit...

I struggle to keep the chains between Pauline and myself taut as I suck hungrily on your huge cock, ignoring the pain (and Pauline's complaints) as I give myself over to servicing you. My hips are moving involuntarily now, grinding as much as I can on the very tip of Pauline's rubber cock, moans in my throat being transformed into vibrations along your erection. I'm moving faster, but holding my position, sucking and grinding, harder and harder, feeling the orgasm rising inside me, possibly even a re-appearance of the Beast on the cards. The other rubber cock in my ass is still moving randomly, and reminding me of its painful presence, as I writhe on the bed, lost in the pleasure, going wild with the ecstasy, squirming more and more, chasing that orgasm now, trying to get every possible sensation from the rubber cock just inside my pussy... and then I feel it building up... and am aware that I have to pursue it hard now, half a mind knowing that there's always a chance that you or Pauline may take away the stimulation, frustrating me once again... so I grind harder, on the edge, my breath catches in my throat, my head tilts back, my teeth grip your cock... and...

I'm overwhelmed by the sensations, only your skills as a fellatrice are enough to make me cum this time. Although fairly depleted, my seminal volume was slightly restored from when I was sliding my cock between your oily breasts, before Pauline joined us. Since then, engaging in one sexy scene after another have also helped. A shudder overtakes my body, starting from my groin and travelling up my spine, as a load of semen fills your mouth. My body slumps a little and, after wiping the tip of my cock across your lips, I climb off the bed on trembling limbs. I see you squirm frantically, trying to hump Pauline's phallus to get your next orgasm, all while being showered by Pauline's curses about her abused nipples. There's an edge to her words, though, a lusty hoarseness that reveal her true desires. I pull your body back towards Pauline, fully burying her toy into your pussy, as the back of your thighs touch the crossbar to which Pauline's hips are bound. The sudden insertion causes you to squirt a little of your juices onto her thighs, where it runs down hotly. The feeling of fullness causes your head to swoon for several moments, as I unlock Pauline's waistbelt from the crossbar.

Her hips are now free to move, although there is little place for them to go. She withdraws from your pussy, but only about six inches' worth, the limit of her bonds, which leaves two inches still parting your nether-lips. She begins to pump into you as she pursues her own orgasm. I pick up a small paddle and, with a loud smack on her ass, get her attention and yours. "Laura, you did very well, but I've decided it's time for another game. Pauline, I'm going to give this luscious fanny of yours a good spanking, which should add a little English to your thrusts into Laura's tight little hole. I will continue to do so until someone cums. The first one to cum wins and gets released, while the loser stays in bondage, and will be subjected to the whims of the winner and I." With that said, I begin a slow tattoo upon Pauline's saucy little ass, her pounding into your poor pussy nothing short of savage. My swats are timed to her thrusts but soon, she's lost in the fugue of a pre-climactic state. The room fills with grunts and groans, with chains rattling and mattresses creaking, with ass-spanking and pussy-pounding. You begin to moan on the bed as Pauline reams you, your ripe tits sliding back and forth from her assault, a helpless victim of this game. Your orgasm is beginning to build like a train building up speed. Pauline, on the other hand, is in a fury, her giant breasts aquiver with motion, as the nipple chains that connect the two of you vibrate like a guitar string. Her hair sticks about her face with sweat, as rivulets run down her body. The cheeks of her ass are a very rosy pink now. Amid the growing wails, Pauline's overtakes yours, as her orgasm rips through her. She slumps in her bonds as you scream, "NOOOOOOO!!!" You frantically thrash on the bed, trying to get those last few sensations needed to send you over the edge, but it's too late. Pauline came first, and now she's going to get even with you for torturing her tits. I detach Pauline's cuffs and nipple chains, her cock making a wet slurp as it pulls out of your sex. She falls into my arms and kisses me hotly, screaming into my mouth as I massage her nipples back to full circulation. "That was bloody incredible, thank you," she purrs. She drifts on a cloud but when she returns to earth, she turns to your body and says, "And now, for you!" She takes the nipple chain with one hand and begins to yank on it while swatting your bare ass with her other hand. I watch as your pussy clenches and unclenches, desperate for attention. I marvel at your pert little ass flattening with each resounding blow. If only you could shield yourself, to defend your flesh from our eyes, but no, your intimate parts are there for us to use as we wish. More fluids begin to dribble out of your pussy and Pauline plunges two fingers, hot from your beating, into it like a red-hot sword into a pool of water.

Exposed, bound, tortured, vulnerable, helpless, aroused... and with that vibrator humming deep in my ass, not letting me rest, keeping me up on the edge... and now, I have the simple mixture of pleasure and pain, both delivered by my beloved Pauline... one hand pulling on the chain attached to my nipple clamps, the other thrusting two fingers slowly inside me... and not just thrusting, she's twisting them too, and my breath is ragged as she takes me closer and closer to orgasm again. Surely, this time, surely it's my turn... I pull at my bonds, still as helpless as before, but with renewed strength as I grind on her fingers, the past frustration building to give me the energy to have one last attempt... I'm exhausted, my struggles and orgasm near-misses have fatigued me, and I'm using up my last reserves of energy in this final pursuit. My sex is so slick with my juices that Pauline can easily push her fingers deep inside me, and pleasure me with her thumb, while her pulling at my nipples makes me want to sit up! She moves the hand holding the nipple chain to describe a large circle, changing the way the pressure translates into the pain in my breasts, and forcing me to try to follow the path of her hand, while still grinding my pussy onto her other hand. And then I feel it, that evasive orgasm, growing inside me... and I renew my efforts, grinding harder, ignoring the pain, embracing the pleasure... harder, faster... deeper... licking my lips as I get more aroused and tasting your cum on them... and then I scream as the orgasm takes full control of my body and I writhe as far as my bonds will allow on Pauline's hand, cumming and cumming and cumming, until it's all over and I relax, panting, my body slick with sweat, my wrists and ankles slipping a little in their bonds, feeling as weak as a newborn calf... but totally satisfied...

I take advantage of your heady state by taking down the crossbars and the chains that held Pauline just a few short moments ago. As I work, I occasionally slip a couple of fingers up your sex, just to keep you aroused, and just because I can. I remove the sofa cushion from underneath you, as well as your blindfold. You blink repeatedly and rapidly at the light. I stroke your cheek for a moment before telling you to open your mouth wide. When you obey, I place a large ring gag into your mouth, larger than any you've ever worn before. It fits snugly behind your teeth as I buckle it behind your head. I can't resist sticking my fingers back into your hot pussy before putting those same fingers into your open mouth, letting you savor your own flavor. Pauline watches in rapt attention, gently squeezing her tits with one hand and massaging her clit with the other. Next, I take a special foam pillow and place it under your head. It has a base pad made of firm foam, about one foot wide, one inch tall, and six inches deep. On each end, there are two large triangular blocks of foam, arranged like bookends. The triangular blocks are right triangles and rise one foot above the pad, the hypotenuses of both triangles face outwards, making them look like bookends. The whole pillow is C-shaped and looks like a cross-section of a volcano. Your head fits between the blocks and effectively prevents you from turning your head to the right or left; you can only look straight up at the ceiling. A confused "guh" is the only sound you make, unable to determine what's going to happen next.

I motion to Pauline, who climbs up onto the bed with you with a creak of booted legs, where she takes her place kneeling above your face, with her facing the footboard, giving you an unobstructed view of her moist sex. I attach chains from the tops of each corner post to her waistbelt, as well as chains from the middle of each corner post, where the mattress meets the post. These eight chains, in total, prevent Pauline from going forward or backward, up or down, or side to side; she is trapped in a three-dimensional space, like a fly in amber. Your feet flex as you begin to realize what's going to happen. I lock Pauline's wristcuffs to the back of her neck collar, causing her huge tits to lift enticingly. To the front of Pauline's waistbelt, I attach a large, handheld massager, the kind meant for relieving back and shoulder pain. It has a tubular handle, about six inches long, and a large bulbous head, about the size of a softball. A small metal ring is attached to the base, through which, I've looped a length of string precisely measured so that the head of the massager sits about three inches above her clit. Pauline tests her bonds, but the best she can do is lean forward or backward about one foot. You, meanwhile, are as helpless as ever and you feel a hunger in the pit of your stomach as you gaze longingly at Pauline's glistening slit. You know Pauline is loving it, from her swollen mound to her puffy labia. Her pussy is so close, you can smell its intoxicating aroma, and you watch as a drop of her juice falls in slow motion, into your gaping mouth. I then turn on the massager, its powerful head sending vibrations indirectly to her clit. She jumps at the sheer force of the unit before groaning her approval. It takes only a few seconds, however, before she realizes that the vibrations are too indirect, more like a tickle into her sex, and will only cause her frustration. You watch her hips buck, making the massager jump around, but it always comes to rest in the same exact place. Her juices begin to run freely now, collecting at the bottom of her nether-lips, before falling into your hot mouth. I climb onto the bed and take your nipple clamps off of your aching nubbins, causing you to issue a mangled cry. I suck on your poor nipples, bringing them back to life, very much to your approval, before replacing the nipple clamps, turned ninety degrees again. Again, you cry out, but everyone knows that you love it. I return the other pair of clamps to Paulines nipples, which, in her aroused state, have grown to huge proportions. I pull the chains taut and clip off any excess, pulling your tits straight up into pointy cones of flesh and hers down. I admire my handiwork before my final touch: I hold up a small shiny metallic object, which Pauline recognizes immediately. She begins to thrash, sending the massager and her juices flying all over your face.

You wonder what it is that has her flailing so, but soon, it comes into view. A speculum. It slips easily into her hot sex and I crank it open, just enough to not fall out. Pauline's juices flow freely now into your eager mouth, neither of you given a choice to your situation: she'll continue to juice, but with no real stimulation to get her off, which only adds to her frustration. Her quivers make both your breasts jump, as you are afforded the most intimate view of your lover's pussy, with no distractions, and no obstructions. I then begin to massage your clit, kissing it every once in a while, as you lap up Pauline's nectar. You feel an object inserted into your sex and the same cranking sound, as you suddenly realize that I'm now looking into your pussy! Talk about vulnerable!!

Pauline writhes above me as much as she can, desperate to get some... any... stimulation from the massager that is currently only serving to arouse to the point of frustration and no further. She ignores the pain in her nipples as she thrashes, she ignores the stretching of her pussy from the speculum, she ignores the dripping of her hot love juices into the wide open mouth of her lover... all she wants is to cum, and your ingenious binding ensures that that won't happen without help. She pulls at her collar, where her hands are cuffed, trying to free herself, her hips firmly positioned by the chains, feeling oh so vulnerable and aroused. Beneath her, all I can do is watch, my view containing just the unobstructed view of her very appetising pussy as she drip, drip, drips her arousal into my mouth. If couldn't turn away even if I wanted to, and it all just adds to the helplessness... the clamps on my poor, pained nipples are also contributing to my helplessness, my two torturers (and wonderful arousers) have ensured that my nipples stay in a constant state of stimulation... and I can feel my nipples stretching as Pauline moves above me. My legs are still spread wide, and now my pussy is wide open with the speculum in place, and I wonder what you are doing, what you are seeing, what you are thinking... and I'm feeling even more helpless, even more vulnerable, my hands still balled into fists with tape, bound in a hammerlock underneath me, all but forgotten now as I writhe as much as I can, Pauline's arousal fuelling mine...

I let the two of you enjoy this position for almost an hour before putting a stop to it. By this time, Pauline has covered your face with her juices and your pussy is begging for attention. I extricate the specula from each of you and pull them out with a moist slurp. I detach the nipple clamps and you both thrash when circulation returns to your aching nubbins. Pauline is the first to be released and I instruct her to take off her boots. I release you next, removing all of the items, including the butt plug, leaving you stark naked, especially now that your pussy is hairless. You are so aroused that your juices have run down the insides of your legs. We share a deep kiss, my teeth nibbling on your lips, as my hand explores your swollen sex. When your hands are untaped, you flex them for several minutes, the feeling of movement being quite unfamiliar to them. I lock wrist and ankle cuffs back on to both of you and instruct you both to get back up onto the bed. You each lie down, with your head right at the headboard and Pauline's right at the footboard. Your legs entwine briefly, while your pussies are about 18 inches apart. I take a remote control from a small table and press a button, where a single chain made of large links lowers from the ceiling, directly over the center of the bed. Your ankle cuffs are locked to the bottom link, as are Pauline's. Both of you kick around sensuously, legs rising up into the air. I take your arms and pull them through the loop made by your legs, then pull your wrists on *top* of your ankles before locking them together, forcing you to bend your knees. With your arms and legs entwined, you feel like a human pretzel, but you realize that your arms force your legs apart wickedly again.

I repeat this for Pauline, both of you now identically bound to the same chain. I smile to myself as I give both pussies that are offered to me loving strokes, which drives both of you crazy. I then produce a monstrous double-edged dildo, one that makes both of your eyes widen. It's about 20 inches long and two-and-a-half inches in diameter. I produce another one, a little smaller, perhaps 16 inches long and one-and-a-half inches in diameter. I take some lubricant and make both of them glisten with slipperiness. First, the smaller one is brought to Pauline's ass, to which she squirms violently. She fights me by clenching her ass, but she can't maintain it for long. When she relaxes, the object is popped into her rectum. She utters a grunt at my assault. The object is pushed in deeper, which elicits a moan from her, as I bring the other end to your ass. You, having been invaded by the butt plug, accept the intruder somewhat easily. I revel at the both of you, your puckered holes gaped open by the double dildo. I take the other toy and insert it into your pussy first, which you gratefully receive due to your highly aroused condition from your last position. I insert the object in a little ways, just enough to get the clearance to insert the other end into Pauline's waiting loins. You both are filled to capacity; you both are afraid that if the dildo were just a fraction of an inch fatter, you'd both split open. You are curious, though, why such a large object is inserted into you only a couple of inches deep. The answer comes soon enough - when I pick up the remote again, I press another button and the chain that reaches down from the ceiling begins to retract back into the darkness, taking your legs with it. Your long legs stretch up, up, and up, until your arms prevent them from closing any further. Your face twists into a mask of realization as the chain continues to go skyward. Your body begins to lift off of the bed, but in doing so, you and Pauline both slip closer to each other. The dildoes that formed a bridge between the two of you now becomes shorter and shorter, as it disappears into eagerly awaiting orifices.

Inch by inch, the intruders plunder your intimate cavities, driven by your own sheer weight. A gasp escapes from Pauline's mouth as the dildo gains ground into her tight ass and she twists to stop the inexorable invasion of her dark channel. Her movements, however, cause the dildoes to move willfully inside your own body like pythons, the thought of which makes you shudder. I stop when the two of you are a couple of inches apart, as each of you just barely touch the bed now. I reach between you both and lovingly play with both of your clits, using just one hand. You both squirm, which causes each of you to feel the dildoes' presences. My hands wander to give each pair of tits a good squeeze, my brave hands unstoppable by either of you. Picking up my remote again, you both are lifted into the air, as the dildoes disappear into their wet caves. Only an inch or so is visible, the rest deeply ensconced into your bodies. Your ass and thighs bump up against Pauline's, your pussies almost an inch from each other. Both of my hands go down to your crotches, as I use just my fingers to stroke your respective labias, watching as they puff up and glisten even more. I smile at my wicked imagination, before producing the nipple clamps and chains again. I firmly grab your fleshy tits, clamping them tightly, before repeating the process with Pauline. The chain is pretty taut and I pluck at it like a harp string and you both groan through gritted teeth. I take the massager, the one that drove Pauline so wild, and turn it on. I run it over your body first, down your arched back, along the back of your thighs, and then on to your stretched breasts. I love watching your tits jiggle freely, and Pauline issues a groan as the vibrations are sent down the chain to her abused nipples. I manage to slip the massager's large head between your legs and place it around your pussies, giving you only indirect stimulation. As I knew you two would, you start to vie for the massager, to touch your clit to the powerful tool. Each person's movement causes the dildoes to shift, further fueling you both. I connect the base of the massager to the nipple chain, letting it hang over your clits teasingly. The vibrations of the massager on your nipples, though, is intense, but you both figure out that if you can pull yourself up, the resulting slack would lower the massager to your eager little buttons. It's a race now to see who'll cum first. Pauline's body shudders and the winner is decided; she howls her orgasm and slumps her body in her bonds, pulling the nipple chain tight and lifting the massager away from your sex. You watch as Pauline's sex twitches, her labia looking as though it were puffing on the dildo like a cigarette. You lean in closer, closer, closer, getting the tool down far enough to touch your clit, despite any lack of help from Pauline. Your orgasm shatters your mind into crystal splinters, so long have you waited for this one. Spasm after spasm, your mind and body are consumed by waves of pleasure. There is a deafening roar in your ears from the flow of blood to your head and, as you begin to come back down, you realize that part of the noise is Pauline's voice, begging you to ease up on her nipples. When you do, the massager drops again and Pauline, try as she might, isn't able to resist her next orgasm, and the cycle begins again. I watch from my place underneath you both, lying on the bed, face directly beneath your asses. I can barely see the dildo deeply seated into your rectums, your pert asses squished together. It isn't until one of you cums that your ass muscles flexes, exposing the intruder briefly. I reach for the remote and, probably unbeknownst to you both, lift you towards the darkness, until you're about four feet above the mattress top, and perhaps eight feet above the floor. My erection is so stiff now that it aches, threatening to burst, so eager is it to find some orifice to penetrate. You and Pauline continue to trade orgasms, each one more violent than the one before, as I lay beneath you with my mouth open, as your combined juices drip into my waiting mouth...