Chapter 7: More Susanah McBride

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the the chapters in order.

A couple of days later, I received word from Susanah that she was having another session with Evalynne, her husband’s Filipina maid/mistress, via a note on George’s official paperhead, delivered by a courier. She’d been busy setting up a quick line of communication. Something I liked, as it showed her willingness to continue her control over Evalynne and eventually fulfil her part of our bargain and save my skin. I arrived early and settled into the cramped hidden alcove behind the wall to watch and film. Evalynne was as she had been left: naked, cuffed to the rings, body stiff from the confinement, dark nipples chafed, her full hips shifting uncomfortably on the thin futon.

As I replayed session one in my mind, Susanah entered, and I took in her slim figure clad in a tight black skirt and blouse that hugged her body. She carried a larger bag this time, stocked, I presumed, with more toys she had added. She began by blindfolding Evalynne, plunging her into darkness. “No seeing what’s coming this time, you fucking slut. Remember how you made me watch you with George? Now you get to feel everything blind and wonder what is coming next.”

She started by trailing a feather along the Filipina’s skin beginning at the soles of her feet, up her calves, then teasing Evalynne’s inner thighs and cunt until goosebumps erupted on the Filipina’s dark skin. Evalynne squirmed, and her wild bush visibly dampened, so I guessed there must be some arousal from being bound, blindfolded and tickled. Something to be remembered for the future. Susanah progressed to ice next, pressing frozen cubes against Evalynne’s nipples, hardening them, before dragging the cubes down her belly, circling the navel and letting them melt over her sex mound. There was a juxtaposition between the chill and the growing heat between her legs.

Psychological taunts followed along the lines of, “You’re nothing without my husband’s cock, are you? Just a desperate slut begging for scraps.” Susanah inserted a vibrating plug into Evalynne’s arse, stretching her back door and sending promises of what was to follow. Evalynne moaned, her hips bucking and cunt lips spreading as Susanah played with her, keeping the Filipina aroused but not cumming. She used an electric massager on Evalynne’s clit to make her writhe, then removed it just as she neared her climax, repeating the cycle over and over.

Sweat beaded on Evalynne’s round tits, rolling down her body as I played with my cock in my hidden lair, watching, filming and listening to her frustrated whimpers. Susanah added nipple suction cups, pumping her nipples to grow them, tugging on them while she fingered Evalynne’s cunt, curling fingers inside it to maximise the arousal but always pulling back before she came.

“Beg me to let you cum, tramp. Admit you’re worthless.” Evalynne broke after the fifth denial, sobbing pleas in broken English, as her body was now a vessel full of unfulfilled need. Susanah finally cranked the plug to high and rubbed her clit furiously, sending Evalynne over the top in a shattering orgasm. Her juices streamed onto the futon as she writhed through it. As the Filipina orgasmed, Susanah rode her own fingers to release before leaving with Evalynne plugged and blindfolded, thrashing through the aftershocks.

The next session I attended, although I knew there had been others, came a week later, and I was once again hidden and cock hard as I watched. Susanah had obviously pushed the boundaries of what she had done in my absence. Evalynne looked worn, with her body showing the marks from previous sessions and her eye sockets hollow and dark from exhaustion, but she was still not fully broken as hints of defiance flickered in her attitude. Perhaps she hoped George would arrive on a white horse to save her, but Custer at the Little Bighorn had more hope of being saved.

Susanah entered, discarded a coat to stand in lingerie that drew attention to her slim waist and full, pale breasts with their nipples already hard from anticipation and power. Having been on a diet, though many would say a feast due to the quantity, of small soft or full soft Japanese tits, I must say I was growing attached to her, big for her body, firm melons. The bag contained new items I observed as she unpacked them: hot wax candles, electro-wands, a spreader bar, and weighted clamps.

“Up till now it’s been child’s play,” Susanah drawled, securing the spreader bar between Evalynne’s ankles, forcing the Filipina’s legs wide apart and presenting her untamed bush and the pink slit beneath. She lit the candles, then tilted them and dripped hot wax in slow patterns starting on Evalynne’s tits. The red droplets of wax hardened on her nipples, causing Evalynne to writhe and moan.

Susanah taunted relentlessly: “George never loved you. You were just a warm, easy hole after the war. I am his wife, his and your better class-wise, but I can also be a better slut than you.” It may have been my imagination, but I thought she looked at my hidden watching point as she spoke that.

More melted wax dripped onto Evalynne’s belly before Susanah moved onto her inner thighs. Each drop extracted groans as Evalynne’s skin received the hot red wax, but now her cunt dripped in response as Susanah was fingering her. She attached weighted clamps to her waxed nipples, the weight causing Evalynne’s breasts to stretch downward. Then she produced an electro-wand. I heard its low buzz crackle as she traced it over Evalynne’s body with light zaps on the soles, stronger pulses on the thighs, building to jolts on her cunt that made the Filipina’s hips jerk uncontrollably, crying out in a mix of agony and arousal.

Susanah pressed the wand to Evalynne’s clit, using varied patterns and rhythms to torment her relentlessly until the bound woman’s juices flowed to soak the futon. Susanah introduced a thick dildo, thrusting it deep into Evalynne’s cunt with one hand while the other used the wand to weave its magic. Finally, the combined sensations overwhelmed Evalynne and her body convulsed with an orgasm.

Susanah ground her pussy against Evalynne’s thigh, taunting, “Cum like the slut you are. Show me the whore you are and cum.” Evalynne unwillingly obliged, and climaxed multiple times, oozing love juice and screaming. It only ended when Susanah howled and came as well, collapsing briefly before removing the tools, leaving Evalynne a quivering wax-flaked wreck. From my vantage spot, I must say that I was enjoying the show.

Over the next week, Susanah kept thinking of new ways to fuck and humiliate Evalynne. And just when Evalynne thought it couldn’t get any worse, the southern aristocrat employed her most degrading action, timing it with the crimson tide of her monthly cycle. Strapped helpless, Evalynne’s body was marked from the earlier forced submissions as Susanah straddled her face, her slim thighs pinning the younger woman’s head.

“You thought you had stolen everything from me, you little island whore? Now you will pay the ultimate price. You will drink my essence, all of it, straight from the source while I’m bleeding for you.” Evalynne’s eyes widened in horror, her muffled protests cut off as Susanah ground down, her menstruating cunt pressing firmly against the bound woman’s mouth. She forced the Filipina to swallow the metallic tang of blood mixed with her arousal. Susanah came as she rocked her hips and gripped Evalynne’s dark hair and rode the Filipina’s face.

Her voice was a venomous drawl laced with taunts. “Lick it up, slut. Swallow every drop of my Southern blood, proof that I’m the real woman here while you’re just George’s discarded, forgotten toy. This is what a woman’s body does, and you’ll swallow it all to prove your place beneath me.”

The Filipina choked at first, the warm flow coating her tongue, but Susanah’s relentless grinding and the threat of the crop nearby broke her. Soon, Evalynne was lapping obediently, tongue deep into Susanah’s slick, bloody cunt, swallowing her period mixed with Susanah’s sex juices as the South Carolina woman built toward her peak. Susanah moaned, her slim body shaking through a huge orgasm. Her dominance was complete as she flooded Evalynne’s mouth with a mix of blood and cum, forcing her to gulp it down or choke.

“That’s right, drink me dry. You are mine now, forever stained by what I’ve given you.”

A few days after that session, I was snoozing in my office with a sign on the door saying, ‘Urgent meeting. Do not disturb’, when a note on Fighting George’s official paper was slipped under the door. “Major, meet me at the officers’ club at 5.30. I’ve got a surprise to thank you properly.”

Hoping it was the confession, I showed up right on time, and there she was, waiting at a secluded table on the veranda, overlooking the manicured, zen gardens. Susanah looked like she’d stepped out of the movie Cat on a Hot Tin Roof featuring Elizabeth Taylor and Paul Newman. The movie was set entirely on a massive, wealthy Mississippi cotton plantation in the 1950’s. It follows “Big Daddy” Pollitt as his dysfunctional family gathers to celebrate his birthday while secretly scheming over who will inherit the plantation estate. It shows you Southern USA upper-class thinking.