Cougar House
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Episode 86: NOTRE DOM
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 86: NOTRE DOM - The widow Margo Needy prepared to send her adopted son Elliot off to Paris to a college program for high intellects. Left alone in the wilderness mansion of her late husband, college basketball coach Darryl Needy, she opted to let her son's young friends rent spare rooms to feel safe. Let her secrets and theirs lead Momma Margo down a gloriously erotic path that goes darker by the day. It was time for Margo to let it all hang out. Just like it was time for those boys to become men. BIG TIME!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Illustrated
“I’m in position!”
“So, is Brigitte! How she cuffed herself with her teeth was quite a thrill, even in wearing a blindfold. She is as if a rubber band.”
Hiding across from the street in some bushes Elliot Needy used tiny binoculars to examine his target. Complying to his demands as the evil Dominus, Brigitte LaPute had indeed made herself the prisoner in this game. Elliot could hardly believe his luck. The woman’s body was flawless and perfect in every way. “So much like mom. Damn!” A twin by coincidence! Still, it was enough to infatuate Elliot into blackmailing his teacher.
“I can see her, Mini Me!” Dr. Evil told his associate Brahms Zoabi. “Let’s just hope Porche came through for us, or this entire plan goes up in smoke.”
“You do know I can hear you.” A feminine voice spoke up. “Relax! The men I hired will do as instructed. Just be ready to carry out your plan when I give you the word to move in.” The devil had his demons in ready! Elliot actually liked the mob enforcer.
“On it! You if I had the chance.” Elliot chuckled!
“Perhaps a reward one day. We shall see. Complete your goals then let me have my way with her. If you succeed, I might consider a bit of fun with you.”
“Sweet! Even if not, just know I think you’re cool.”
“Stop sealing your fate.” Another female voice chimed in until Porche set Solstice Mellencamp straight. A minor spat of “You do not know me like you think.” led to Solstice scoffing at her guardian.
“Enough with the pussy fight, Kittens! Send in your guys and let me save Brigitte.”
“Be careful! The men I hired are questionable. Petty thugs who might be prone to abusing even you.” Porche indicated! “I paid them to treat her disrespectfully, but to be interrupted by someone such as yourself might not go as planned.”
“If they rough me up a little that just makes my cover story that much better. Brigitte will tend to me once I save her. Hopefully, anyway! My text with Giselle earlier is proof that she asked me to visit. Brigitte doesn’t have any clue I’ve been in her home twice now, so I’ll need to keep Giselle quiet somehow. Her mom can’t suspect I set up cameras and bugs to listen in.”
“The new backpack I gave you has a compartment sewn into the bottom that has more cameras and miniature microphones.” Brahms advised! “We need you to install those in places that are blind to us.”
“Like her callbox out by the street so we can see her better while cuffed to the gate. I set one up on the neighbor’s fence directly across from her gate so we can get a perfect visual of her hanging there.”
“You think of everything Elliot. I am very impressed.”
“Do I make you wet, Porche?”
“The thrill of what you offer is indeed appealing.”
“LESBIAN!” Solstice blurted! “STOP DREAMING NUMB NUT!”
“That will be enough.” Porche sighed!
“Yeah!” Elliot was ready to dig his mental dagger deep! “Quiet down, Solstice Evangeline!”
“You just had to tell him my middle name. Ugh! I will never live that down.”
“GUYS! Can we please stay focused? My nerves are on edge in playing Dominus as it is.”
“You’ve got this, Brahms! I have faith in you.” Solstice actually agreed with Elliot on that point.
“Right! You’ve got me ... I mean this.”
“Aw! The dyke is switching sides. Wedding bells by the end of the school year.” Only six months! The school was a test run for intellectual prodigies. Only a handful of students would make it further in the program. Brahms was likely to be one of them, his IQ was at 180 as it was. If romance did not distract him. Or prison time!
“Fuck you, Nerdy Needy!”
“Rather tap, Porche!”
“You’re so dumb!”
“Brigitte looks amazing cuffed up like that. Her blindfold looks like it’s on good, so she won’t see who Porche sent. Or me in saving the day.”
“Underdog!”
“And I have her, Sweet Penis Purebred!” Elliot laughed! “There’s a car coming!”
Ducking he watched a vehicle pull up just out of sight of the property Elliot was hiding in front of. This prevented the neighbors seeing it. Three masked men in black left the car while a fourth remained inside should they need to depart quickly. “I can hear them laughing. Wait! What do they have in their hands?”
“I supplied them with torture devices to make this appear legitimate. As long as they follow the script, we should be fine.”
“Where did you get those, Porche?”
“We live near a sex boutique.” Solstice grumbled! “Those are shockers. High voltage!”
“What? No way! They might hurt Brigitte.”
“Relax, Hero! You cannot tell me a Domina doesn’t have a high pain threshold.”
“Voice of experience?” He asked Porche!
“Torture ... is my jam!”
“Right! Hit bitch! Going on radio silence.”
“ABOUT TIME!” Solstice chuckled!
“Now Porche, she can moan sweet nothings in my ear.” A feline purring sound filtered through his tiny earpiece. “Oh, yeah! There’s my sex kitten!” Porche Reed rolled her eyes, she was only giving the idiot what he wanted to hear. Her sole goal was to see just how talented these boys were and to get her time alone with the buxom teacher. Besides, Paris was boring as fuck! Once you’ve seen the sites it was lackluster to one such as her.
Silence now, Elliot simply watched the men do their work. Having snuck up and bugged the call box near Brigitte’s gate he could hear every word. Too bad it was all in French. Elliot knew some, but even as smart as he was, he was hardly fluent. He needed to study up on the language more to truly enjoy Giselle. Thankfully, sign language saved him a headache.
“Yes, Dominus! She hangs as you instructed.”
Team leader Andre Duchamp spoke into his own mic, given to him by Porche via a package so that he could not see her identity. Having doubled back earlier Porche chose to take part rather than step aside. Intrigue brought her back to the home of Brahms Zoabi. A plan hatched Porche ran errands with Solstice and made connections. This was the result. It sure helped the boys in succeeding in this devious plot to blackmail the beauty. “The cuff key is between her lips.”
From his flat Brahms watched over the hidden cameras and spoke into a distorted cell connection. “Remove the key. Let Ms. LaPute find herself helpless.” On speaker Brigitte heard whom she only knew as Dominus. A swift move on Luca Brashier’s part the key was stolen leaving her to mumble a tender curse. From there the third man Pierre Luffi moved in with the shocker at the encouragement of Dominus. “Show Ms. LaPute that she is at my mercy.”
A triggered zap to her clitoris through the gate fence she cried out but clenched her teeth. She did not want to draw attention to herself in this compromising position. Neighbors had never known this side of her. If they did it was always a show of strength. “Cheri is ripe for the taking.” Pierre spoke up! Hearing Dominus vocalize, “Again!” he shocked her clit a second time. “Within!” his next command, both Andre and Luca crouched to reach inside the fence and grip her ankles. A careful manipulation they widened her limbs enough for Pierre to dig his device up into her vulva. The result was fire in the hole. Literally! Her cry was impossible to hide.
“Much better! You see, Ms. LaPute? Dominance has switched hands. You are forever at my mercy. That is, until I tire of you. I suggest that you learn to impress me if you ever seek freedom.” Across the street Elliot was puckering, his thoughts praising Brahms. Who was the real Dr. Evil in this game? Pinky swears to his lips Elliot grinned. He WAS the mastermind after all!
“Who now owns you, Ms. LaPute?”
“You do, Dominus! I will adapt to protect those I care about.” No names mentioned!
French spoken on Brahms part, Dominus added more to the torture. Calves drawn through the fence bars and lifted Brigitte’s lower body rose. With a clear shot up both her vulva and her anal cavity Pierre applied two shocks, one up within each hole. Her scream echoed up the street. At that point she was grateful that her daughter was deaf and sleeping. Her morning sickness earlier sent her to bed until Elliot messaged her. That cheered her up at least. Lazy at the moment!
“I think I felt that. Sorry, Brig! Not that sorry.” Elliot told himself! “Man, it’s crazy how we pulled all of this off in just over an hour. Porche moves fast. I just hope she doesn’t turn on us. Solstice will take our side unless she turns out to be ruthless like her dad. Porche might be at her mercy in this if she involves her dad somehow as scare tactics. I think we have her by her nipples in the end. Unless she just offs us. What could Solstice say if we vanish. Chances are she’s terrified of Porche too. But again, she was awful mouthy toward her. Step at a crime, I say!”
Using his cellphone Elliot recorded the abuse as leverage in speaking with Brigitte later. He captured the getaway car from the side only to avoid plate recognition, only capturing the first two digits. “How much longer do I wait?” He whispered into his mic once Dominus stopped speaking. Brahms free to chat a moment warned him that he instructed penetration. Oh, shit!
Pierre sat his shockers down and unzipped his pants. A condom applied for safety he pierced the fence where Brigitte’s inner thighs were pressed up close. Her vulva was tight but wet as he thrust into her. Hands reaching upward clutched her throat and choked her. Below, Luca and Andre held her legs firmly. Moans refused, Brigitte accepted her fate with grace. Elliot had seen enough. Bursting from his shrubbery masquerade Elliot carrying a big thermos of chicken soup called out at the top of his lungs.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Dropping his bag and sitting the soup on the sidewalk he ran head on into the entrapment. “I’LL CALL THE COPS!” He threatened raising his phone. Luca and Andre released her feet to stand and greet the enemy. No guns involved, at least Andre plucked up the shockers and chased Elliot around the callbox, Elliot nimble enough to duck and evade added, “I’M HERE FOR YOU, MISS LaPUTE.”
Chokehold loosened Brigitte spoke out. “NO POLICE! DO NOT CALL THE POLICIA.”
“ARE YOU CRAZY! THESE GUYS COULD HURT YOU.”
“We could hurt you Boy!”
Andre jabbed at Elliot, clipping his elbow with voltage. A yelp and numb arm sent Elliot stumbling to the walkway. A few more zaps one to his balls through his pants he actually heard women giggling through his earpiece. Fucking bitches! Solstice and Porche were both laughing uncontrollably.
“We have an outsider, Dominus.” Andre handed Luca one staff to use his cell.
“Abort! Slap the boy down and let him know his manners.” Brahms invited conflict. “Go no further. Leave before you are caught.”
Andre pocketed his phone then bent down to grab Elliot by his light jacket. Lifting him to his feet he hauled off and slugged him in the jaw. Like a box of rocks Elliot fell to the ground. A few more jolts from Luca their driver moved in to extract his team. Pierre had just enough time to detonate into his condom and pull out. Removing it from his erection he poured its contents on her tits then ran to his ride with dick swinging. With all members inside the car it zoomed away. Elliot had no idea how long he was out cold. Eyelids fluttering, he found focus, ears picking up on the erratic clanking of Brigitte’s handcuffs. No key in her possession now, she dangled helplessly.
“Are you there?” She called out. “Please be alright!” English at least. “I know your voice. Elliot Needy!”
“Ugh! I’m alive. Shit! That guy hits hard.”
“Do you need medical attention?”
“No! I just have bruises and numbness from those electro thingies.” Standing but wobbly, he moved closer until facing her chest through the bars. “Holy shit! Her titties are perfect.” Thoughts led his eyes lower to view her trickling vagina. “I’d close my eyes, but then we would both be blind.”
“Look about the ground for a hand cuff key. It was taken from me. Wait! Why are you here, Monsieur Needy?”
“Giselle! Please don’t be mad at me, but we text one another. She said she was sick so I brought her chicken soup. I might have dropped it in rescuing you though.”
“How did you know where I reside?”
“Giselle told me your address. Can we talk about this after I find that key. If I can’t we might have a problem.”
“Remove my blindfold please.”
“Oh! Right!” Stepping right into her chest they crushed into his. “Sorry! Have to reach over these to get to you.”
“I am fine!”
“Titty fucking these here soon.” Yes, you are! He mumbled to himself! “There!” Blindfold off, he tossed it behind her. “Can you see without your glasses?”
“Blurry, but yes! You should not be here.”
“Hey! I just saved your ass. I mean, I just rescued a damsel in distress.”
“I am hardly a damsel. You will never speak of this day or I will fail you at school.”
“I’ll probably fail anyway without your help. At any rate, I’m not seeing a key. Maybe those guys pocketed it.”
“I have bolt cutters in my tool shed.”
“And how do I get in?”
“I will give you the key code to open the gate.”
“Uh! That might not be a good idea. Did you even notice you have one hand cuffed to each side of the gate? If I coded myself in, I would break your arms in the process.”
“Sheet!” She hissed! “Thank you for noticing. That would be unpleasant.”
“I have your back, Miss LaPute. Your secret here is safe with me. Just ... please let me get to know Giselle better.” She could sense his sincerity.
“A talk for after. I have visitors arriving in under two hours. I must be free of this gate before then.”
“Who were those guys?”
“If you must know, I am being blackmailed. Please do not involve yourself any further for your own safety.” His phone ringing Elliot paused to drag it from his pants pocket.
“Oh! I got the cars license plate if you need it. I’ll let you handle it how you see fit. Let me ... unknown caller. I won’t answer this.” An override on Brahms part using tech belonging to his father his cell spoke for itself.
“Greetings Young Savior! I have deleted that plate number on your phone.” Elliot looked at Brigitte as if his phone was possessed. Good acting! “Elliot Horatio Needy! Wildwood, Pennsylvania in the United States. A student of Ms. LaPute, I see.”
“Who the ... what the... “ Mind blown! Not really!
“Seeing as you have interrupted my fun, I believe you will continue where my minions left off.”
“Who is this?” He mouthed the words to Brigitte.
“His name is Dominus. He ... owns me it appears.”
“Indeed! Mister Needy! If you would be so kind as to pinch her nipples until she screams.”
“Say what? I can’t do...”
“DO AS HE SAYS!” She bellowed! “I have very little time to waste before my visitors arrive. I cannot be seen like this.”
“Yeah, Horatio! Pinch those nips.” Solstice spoke over his earpiece. Elliot just knew she would pick up on that. Fuck you, Evangeline! Too funny!
“This is crazy! I’m only here to see Giselle. Not ... play with you.”
“Do not take me for a fool. I see you undress me in class. You dared to show me your mother’s photograph.”
“Well, yeah! Because you look so much like her. I mean, yeah I’m a guy I ... can we just start over? I like Giselle!”
“ENOUGH! PINCH THEM!” You go Brahms! Without further delay Elliot reached up with his free hand and gripped her very aroused nub.
“Pathetic!” She hissed! “You must apply pressure.”
“Fine!” His grasp increasing strength Brigitte rolled her eyes white and actually smiled.
“Feast upon her nipple. Comply!”
“Oh, come on!” Oh, how he wanted to! Elliot apologized first, then devoured her other areola. He found himself enjoying it a bit too much. Even Porche told him to save her some. Quietly, of course!
“FINGER HER!” Damn, Brahms! His pinching hand released one target then swept down her silky flesh until palming her cunt. Fingers moving up her vulva he whimpered for effect.
“Sorry, Miss LaPute!”
“You do what you must. So shall I. I have no choice. Forgive me for involving you.”
“I think I involved myself by just showing up. We can get past all of this I hope.”
“In time! Do as he tells you.”
“MAKE HER CUM!”
“I’m trying! Quit stressing me out.”
Reaching through the bars Elliot scooped her hips up to get her closer. Repositioning his hand over her twat he added a finger and sped up his insertions. “Please don’t tell my mom I did this to you. She’s flying in next week to see me.”
“We maintain our secrets. I...”
“No way are you liking this.”
“It is adequate!” She gasped, eyes staring into his. “Do your best.”