Their bodies glistening with some kind of scented oil, his captors walked over to him slowly, sensually, the nipples he had sucked nodding with every step. Bending down, Lottie took his member in her deep cleavage and began, to give him ‘mammary masturbation’. The feel of her lush satiny orbs quickly stimulated him to a fierce erection. She then dropped to her knees on a thickly piled rug and began to fellate him. But despite her oral expertise, Derek’s pleasure was largely offset by his fear of Andrea, who had moved round behind him and was insinuating two slender gloved fingers round his arse. After a few seconds she stopped and, straightening her body to its full height, began to press the rubber ‘penis’ between his buttocks.
At this, his feelings of shame and humiliation turned to masculine rage. Twisting his head round he tried to butt her. Instantly pain shot through him as Lottie gave his balls a sudden squeeze and wagged a warning finger at him. Then she resumed her ‘deep throat’ activity. Derek was helpless, a victim of two lust crazed dominatrixes and their deviant, devilish desires. Andrea stood back briefly in order to adjust the band around her hips. Then she stepped in close and slowly guided her weapon into him. He tried to clench his sphincter muscles but it was no use. Tears welled in his eyes and he gave a gag stifled moan as the intruder teased his anal passage. There was great, hot pressure, as the rubber seemed to reach into his very core. Andrea withdrew slowly, then thrust in again and again. To Derek’s surprise and relief, the pressure eased gradually. The ‘prick’ was not hard, rather it had the supple firmness and pliancy of a tumescent penis. And it was thickly coated with Vaseline. As the discomfort in his nether regions receded, the ineffable fusion of stimulation and pleasure became a series of rapturous sensations.
There were no sound in the room except low sucking, slapping noises, and the older woman’s heavy breathing. Lottie’s lips and tongue continued working skilfully on his prick, her latex sheathed legs and cruel, spurred heels gleaming and glinting in the light. Behind him, Andrea’s hips pumped steadily like a man’s, her hands clutching his chest, her balloon-like breasts, nipples erect, pushing invitingly against him.
It was a bittersweet situation for Derek. Although his body throbbed with carnal delight, he longed to be able to respond, to kiss, to fondle, and to screw. Feeling his excitement mount, Andrea’s thrusts became more vigorous.. Her lips kissed and nuzzled his neck and throat. Her hands stroked his muscular trunk. Her passion-hardened breasts caressed his back. Her booted thighs slithered over his. As his orgasm approached his head lolled from side to side. Bliss. Then his entire frame shuddered., and but for the gag he would have cried out. For several seconds of exquisite agony his come gushed. Gradually, as his body relaxed, his captors ceased their ministrations.
Lottie stood up, Andrea withdrew the anal intruder and, unfastening the rubber band, let it fall to the floor.
But their voracious sexual appetites were far from satisfied. Arms around each other, they stepped across to a rug and slowly sank down on it, kissing hungrily. Lying face to face, limbs entwined, they worked themselves into a frenzy of lesbian lust, sucking each other’s breasts, probing each other with darting tongues and slim fingers, even kissing each other’s rubber and leather clad thighs.
After a few minutes Lottie abruptly stood up and left the room. Andrea lay back, hands working at her crotch. When the younger woman returned she was carrying a dildo or, to be exact, two dildos – their bases joined together at a slight angle and complete with imitation testicles. Lying side by side, the two licentious Amazons inserted the dildos into their eager vaginas and began to rock back and forth, kissing and fondling with each plunge. As he watched, fascinated, this display of rank, unbridled passion, Derek’s prick began to rise again. He could see that John’s big organ was already as stiff as a stalk.
As the worming, writhing lovers reached a peak of pleasure they began moaning softly, the creaminess of their splendid torsos contrasting with the sleek blackness of their legs and arms. Lottie, her hip movements becoming more frenetic, gripped her partner fiercely. Then she gave a sudden low scream and her body shuddered and squirmed as a shattering orgasm consumed her.
After a while she reached over and pushed her fingers in Andrea’s vagina as the latter continued to screw furiously on her dildo. This double stimulation was enough to push Andrea to an ecstatic climax. She cried out as a series of spasms shook her, her hands clawing at Lottie’s back.
Eventually she uttered a long, deep sigh and her body relaxed.
Their ferocious passions seemingly spent, the two women embraced tenderly, kissing and sighing.
After a while they removed the dildos and got up and left the room, without a word or a glance at their captives.
“What next?” Wondered Derek, dazed at their sheer kinkiness and depraved sexuality. Yet again he asked himself: is this really happening? Why had they not bothered with his friend? Was he next? And there was the disturbing thought that he tried to push to the back of his mind: he had actually enjoyed what Andrea and Lottie had done to him.
Minutes passed. Almost half an hour had gone before the women returned. They had put their leather and rubber underwear back on. This time John was the target of their rapacious desire.
The pattern was the same: passionate ‘foreplay’ followed by naked simultaneous oral and assault. The only difference was that Lottie did the screwing. Although her patent court heels added several inches to her height, she had to fold a thick rug to use as a ‘platform’ in order to accommodate herself to John’s long-legged height. Fascinated, Derek watched the action, his prick stiffening. John kept his head down and his eyes closed. It was only when he ejaculated that he gave a muffled moan.
Afterwards, the two women gave another torrid performance of lesbian sex. They then left.
When they returned – still minus their leather and rubber bras and briefs – there was another shock for their captives’ ravaged senses: each was carrying a leather whip. Andrea moved round behind Derek; Lottie did likewise behind John. Derek tensed, waiting for the blow. Then he heard the swish and his body jerked as the thongs seared across his back.
He gave a stifled gasp. Another blow followed, and another.
Both women wielded their whips expertly and cruelly. Derek could hear John’s low moans as Lottie’s vicious thong raked his back. Through a blur of torment he found himself counting the strokes. Andrea must have been counting too because she stopped at 20. So did Lottie. When they left, their victims’ backs and buttocks were a mass of flaming pain. Tears stung their eyes.
Another half-hour passed before their gaolers returned. This time they did not approach the boys, but instead, walked up and down. Bare hips and breasts gyrating and swaying; stilettos clicking, the two masked mistresses of sin flaunted their bodies in front of their bewildered and brutalised captives. After three or four minutes they stopped and, while Lottie paused briefly to adjust one of her long latex stockings, Andrea stepped across to a small alcove, where she took something from a shelf. Both women then walked over to Derek.
“Oh no, they’re going to poison us,” he cried to himself in terror, when he saw what Andrea was holding. It was a phial of orange coloured liquid. As she held it to his lips, Lottie unfastened the gag and began trying to force his jaws apart. He was determined to resist and clamped his teeth together. But his defences soon collapsed as a rubber-gloved hand grabbed his balls and a needle-like boot heel stabbed his instep. His head was jerked back and the sweet tasting juice flowed down his throat, causing him to gasp and splutter. The gag was replaced and the women then turned their attention to John and repeated the procedure.
‘We’re goners”, thought Derek as the sound of footsteps died away. His mind was a turmoil of images. Had it all really happened? Really? A few minutes later he began to lose consciousness.
He opened his eyes as John shook him awake. His body felt sore and chilly, his mouth dry and uncomfortable. They were at the side of a narrow road, fully clothed. Memories of their ordeal came flooding back. Again and again and again he asked himself: did it really happen? He could see the pain in John’s eyes. The sun was coming up but the air was cold. A car passed.
“Any idea where we are?” asked Derek, getting to his feet and heaving a sigh of relief. At least he was still alive.
“I haven’t a clue” replied his friend, who was rummaging in his rucksack. Derek began to do likewise. All his gear was there including passport and money. There was also a large envelope. Inside it was a magazine size colour photograph. It was Lottie and Andrea, full frontal, wearing nothing but eye masks, fishnet stockings and suspenders and ox blood high heels. There was also a 500-mark note and a hand-written message. Derek read it aloud.
‘Dear John and Derek, we hope you enjoyed your encounter with us as much as we did! You are such splendid performers! You are probably thinking of getting revenge. Well, we think you should know that our little ‘domination’ game was all filmed. If you try to seek us out your family and friends may receive some very interesting pictures in the post – you should not carry address books around with you, besides, we think you would have great difficulty finding us, the Ruhr is a very heavily populated region. We have left you at a spot a few miles out of Bochum. Love and kisses, Andrea and Lottie.’
“If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll get those bloody, crazy bitches” said John.
Derek was admiring the photo.
“Andrea certainly has a colossal pair of knockers,” he remarked.
“For God’s sake,” cried his friend, “we’ve been abused and humiliated by two depraved Amazons and all you can talk about is the size of their tits”.
He grabbed the photo and tore it up. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at another woman again.”
“All right,” replied Derek, “we’re legal men…. let’s try to look calmly and clearly at our predicament. Assuming we’re now near Bochum.
Where do the two women live? Dortmund? Assuming that they had it planned in advance – they’ve probably done this sort of thing before – do you really think that they’d tell us the truth? Why did it take us so long to get there. They probably headed for Dortmund at first and then turned off for some other place… Dusseldorf, Essen, Duisberg.. there’s a cluster of cities and about 15 million people in the Ruhr area. And remember we were asleep for most of the journey, and it was dark when we arrived. And what about the blackmail threat?”
“Stop putting up obstacles,” shouted John. “Or maybe you enjoyed that kinky sex session?”
“Don’t be absurd, I didn’t enjoy it any more than you did.” But in his heart Derek knew that he was not being truthful. John continued ranting. At last Derek interrupted him: “I don’t know about you, but I’m heading for some town.”
Despite his stinging back – the women had applied some disinfectant salve to it – he pulled on his rucksack and began walking. His friend followed, still muttering about “revenge if it kills me.”
As he trudged along, Derek knew that his experiences at the hands of Lottie and Andrea had wrought an irrevocable change in his physical and emotional relationship with the female sex. The exotic byways beckoned strongly.
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