Chapter 6

She stood with her legs apart, one hand made into a fist and resting on her hip, the other rocking a coiled whip back and forth through the air. The hard sole and spike heel of her boot had left a steady pain in Boyd's throat. Every beat of his heart seemed to throb there, reminding him that she would stop at nothing to master him. It was utterly humiliating to lie at her feet and allow the two women to strip off his clothes as Lucia had ordered them to do. Yet he dared not protest.

Fear of what might come flooded his mind. Common sense told him that Lucia was demented, that she meant him no good. He wanted out of this place and away from her. But how? How? Did he dare try to get to his feet again?

No. Once was enough! He'd already attempted to get up, when Lucia had taken her foot from his throat. What a mistake that had been! His scalp still ached from the vicious way she'd grabbed a handful of hair and jerked him roughly to his back again. Then the boot... right back onto his gasping throat! Lucia'd threatened to kill him then, had squatted down close and hissed it into his face. Slave, she'd called him, slave! Then she'd spat in his face and dared him to try and get up again before she told him it was permissible to do so.

Something inside Boyd had wilted when Lucia's sputum hit and spattered over his face. All hope of complete escape died at that very moment. Lucia'd watched his expression change, grinning satanically above him and laughing deep within her throat. She'd known then. They both had. She was Mistress, he slave. He was going to so do as she ordered, one way or another. She was the stronger willed, the dominant one, the Supreme Female. His prick growing hard at the thought, he wondered if Lucia might let him lick her boots. He'd opened his mouth to ask and got a slap across the face before the first word formed.

One shoe came off as Bess pulled, then the other. His socks followed. Her eager hands gripped the cuffs of his trousers and tugged them down, dragging his shorts half off before the pants slid on down his legs and over his feet. Spraddle-legged, Bess walked on her knees back up to his midsection. Her fingernails dug sharply into his skin as she hooked trembling fingers over the waistband of his shorts. She jerked at first one side and then the other, working them down over his hips and buttocks.

His stiff dick flipped free and slapped against his lower abdomen. Oh God! If only Faith weren't here! She shouldn't see this, he thought. What would she think of him? How could he face her after this.

Raising only his head, he saw her across the room and gasped. She was taking her own clothes off. From the looks of it, she was not being forced to, but stripping of her own free will! Her dress was already off. Dirk had it draped over his arm. He was smiling at her as she worked her slip up over her hips and breasts. It went over her head, leaving her in only a tattered bra, panties, hose, and high-heeled shoes. She hung the slip over Dirk's arm with the dress, then turned for him to unsnap her bra!

Gone now were his shorts. Tanya was sitting on his thighs, pulling his arms and urging him to sit up. He looked up at Lucia, his eyes silently asking if he should. Lucia nodded. He let Tanya pull him into a sitting position and push his shirt back and down his arms. Her deft fingers found the bottom of his T-shirt and slipped it over his head as he raised his arms to help.

There he sat, naked, watching his wife wiggle out of her panties with Dirk waiting to take them from her. Even under these circumstances Faith looked like an angel. The hair at the edge of her pussy looked damp. Boyd knew his wife was aroused. It excited him to see that she was. He felt an urge to go over to her, to kneel between her legs and lick her cunt.

A hiss sounded behind him, a crack. Leather thongs bit into his bare back. Yelping at the unexpected blow, Boyd winced in pain and jumped up. He got as far as his knees when the whip cut into his flesh the second time. The blow was harder than the first, sending him off to the side and falling back to the floor. He rolled onto his back, staring up as Lucia loomed above with the whip poised once more. An insane look on her face, she brought it down expertly across his stomach. He screamed in agony, writhing as Lucia drew the snakelike leather rope slowly across his skin.

She teased him with it now, stroking the flexible whip back and forth across his stomach. Boyd glanced down and saw the red welt her blow had caused. His hand caught at the torture instrument in an effort to wrest it from her. Both his hands claimed it, pulling it from her as she struggled to hang on.

He seemed to be winning. Lucia was weaker than he was, after all. Using all his strength, Boyd pulled the whip hand over hand, dragging a furious Lucia ever closer to him. He had all the flexible part of the whip now in his possession. The stiff handle was only about eighteen inches long. Lucia clung tenaciously to her end, digging the spike heels of her boots into the carpeted floor and throwing the muscles of her legs into the struggle.

"Stop it, Boyd! You'd better quit fighting me if you know what's good for you!" Lucia barked.

Her hands were sliding up the shaft inch by inch. Finally Boyd had it all but the small portion her hands covered. The very end of the whip handle was made in the shape of a phallus. To that Lucia clung, the bulbous leather glans alone showing on her side of her hands.

A gleam coming to her eyes, Lucia braced herself as if she intended to exert all her power in one final effort to reclaim the whip from Boyd. Using leg, back, and arm muscles, she wiped the smile from Boyd's face by gaining back several inches of the handle. When he countered with all his might, Lucia merely let go of the handle and laughed out loud as Boyd hit himself in the mouth with the cock head.

While he was still seeing stars, she acted. The toe of her boot caught him directly in the butt. He wailed out and rolled onto his back. That's what she had been waiting for. Lucia let out a squeal of joy as she jumped in the air and landed with both feet planted firmly on Boyd's chest.

"No, Lucia... noo," Boyd pleaded.

But it did him no good. Her face glowing evilly, Lucia jumped up and down on Boyd's body. Her spike heels dug into his flesh brutally, leaving red splotches to mark where she'd walked upon him in utter domination. "Slave! Slave! Slave!" she chanted.

"Yes... yes, you win, Lucia. Aargh! Stop... please stop!"

Coming to a stop at the top of his chest, Lucia spat down into Boyd's face. "Pig! When you wish to address me, you'll call me Mistress!"

"Yes, Lucia... I mean, Mistress Lucia."

"That's better, dog. Now... what are you whining about?"

"I can't take it any more... Mistress. Please stop, Please."

"Is the filthy swine begging for mercy? Well are you?"

"Yes, Mistress... mercy. Dear God, have mercy!"

Quickly she squatted and slapped his face several times. "I am your God! If there is any mercy, I alone will give it. Do not call any name other than mine... understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Lucia... Yes."

"Lie still now. I have decided to favor you," Lucia said to Boyd, then turned and called for a washcloth.

In the back of the room was a partitioned cubicle enclosing a shower stall, a commode, and a wash basin. Bess, herself excited over the way Lucia had mastered Boyd so quickly, hurried into the bathroom and dampened a washcloth. She half ran across the room in her eagerness to please Lucia. "Here, Mistress. Here is the cloth," she breathed.

Smiling sweetly at Bess, Lucia said, "Well? Don't just stand there, you stupid little bitch! Wash his face!"

Licking her lips, Bess dropped to her knees and began rubbing the wet cloth over Boyd's face. "Are you going to do him the highest honor, Mistress? May I get my face up close and see it if you do?" she asked nervously.

Lucia reached out and pinched harshly at Bess' cheek, wringing her flesh until Bess began to whimper. "How many times must I tell you, bitch? When I want any suggestions from you, I'll ask for them." Lucia gave her cheek a final twist before she let go.

"I was just asking... that's all, Mistress," Bess whined.

"I haven't decided yet! If I do, then you can watch up close. Haven't you finished cleaning his face?"

"All done," Bess beamed, running the damp cloth up Boyd's face as she scooted backward out of Lucia's way. "Shall Tanya and I assist you?"

"Yes, and Harold, too. You all know what I expect of you."

Tanya and Bess each took one of Boyd's arms and stretched it out to the side. Then they squatted with one foot on his wrists and one on the back of his palm-down hands. Harold waddled over and plopped his fat butt down on Boyd's thighs. He sat just above the knees, one leg on either side of Boyd's and facing up toward Lucia's back.

"He's got a lovely peter," Harold exclaimed, leaning over till his face almost touched the head of Boyd's semi-rigid organ.

"You can suck it if you want to, Harold," Lucia told him matter-of-factly. "Just so you keep his legs pinned to the floor."

It was all the encouragement that plump Harold needed. He heaved a satisfied sigh and shifted himself to lower his mouth over Boyd's cock. His checks hollowed. His eyes closed contentedly. With one hand on the floor beside Boyd's left buttock and the other beside his right, Harold started doing four inch push-ups from his waist up, sucking and slurping as his head rose and fell.

Looking up in wide-eyed confusion, Boyd moaned, "Make him quit... don't let him do that!"

"Pay it no mind, slave. I have a treat for you that will make you forget what Harold is doing," Lucia said.

She stood up with her feet still on his chest, then stepped off with a foot on either side of his head. Hiking up her leather skirt, she squatted down again and brought her crotch hovering over his face. "Look at it," she ordered. "Look closely and study every inch. Are you looking?"

"I'm looking," Boyd answered, his voice quavering a bit.

"Wash it," she ordered. "Use your tongue. Get it nice and clean from one end to the other. Lick gently. I don't want to feel your teeth at all. If I do, you may regret it. A tongue bath makes me purr like a kitten. But teeth... don't let me know you even have teeth or I'll piss right in your mouth. Got it?"

"Oh God," Boyd moaned.

"There you go again," Lucia snapped, reaching down and twisting his ears painfully. "I told you that I'm your God. Don't forget it again! Now... lick me," she hissed, and pulled his face against her crotch by the ears.

Coarse cunt hair mashed against Boyd's lips. He opened his mouth and probed out with his tongue. Lucia tasted strong, unclean. She smelled of urine and sweat allowed to accumulate for several days. He gagged and drew his tongue back into his mouth.

"Lick! Lick, you bastard!"

He did. He was afraid not to, Lucia had made her threats good as far as he had tested them. There was no doubt in his mind that she wouldn't hesitate to urinate over his face if he displeased her.

"That's it, Boyd. That's a good slave. A little farther... put your tongue up my cunt a little farther... oohh... nice, nice. Wiggle it around now. That's it! Fine. More!"

The mouth on Boyd's dick was beginning to feel good. Lucia made so many demands on him, kept him so busy licking and tonguing her pussy that he almost forgot it was a man's mouth working at him. That tongue spinning around the crown of his dick! The suction--so harsh at times that cheeks pressed softly and hotly along his shaft! Smothering... Lucia had her cunt over his nose now, as well as his mouth. Some of her juices got sucked up his nostrils as he tried desperately to breathe. Coughing and sputtering, Boyd managed to turn his head enough to the side to catch a much needed breath.

"Did I feel teeth, slave? Did I?" Lucia demanded angrily.

"No, Mistress... no, I'm being very careful so that you will not."