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  The way they’d been looking at me they were more likely to demand sex as an extra, but that was just one of those things. I could always refuse. The skinny man in particular seemed to be fascinated with me, and kept glancing towards the glass window of the little wooden cabin we were in, even though he could only see my head. He also made several comments to his colleague, a younger gorilla whom I took to be Mr Mulligan’s son.

  He was indeed, as I learnt when we finally left, while the tall skinny man was called Fitch. All three of them seemed keen on me, and assured me we’d meet again soon as we said goodbye. Steve was oblivious, or possibly assumed that I always got that level of attention. He was trying to flirt in the cab back to the office, but I was in no mood to respond one way or the other, and declined his offer of dinner.

  The rest of the day passed painfully slowly, but at long last five-thirty rolled around and I left the library where I’d been trying to concentrate on reading about copyright law. As I made my way towards the door I wasn’t sure which I was dreading more, AJ being there, or AJ not being there. She was there, already straddled across her bike, and my heart gave a little jump. I hadn’t been dumped, but I was undoubtedly in trouble.

  She didn’t speak to me, and kept her visor down, so I quickly put on my helmet and threw my leg across the back of the seat. As I adjusted my skirt to get comfortable I was showing a lot of thigh, which drew a wolf whistle from the open window of the Blockhouse above us. I didn’t see who it was, and AJ responded with a casual V sign before pulling out into the traffic.

  I was accustomed to her driving, but she was faster even than usual, weaving in and out of the traffic and using both accelerator and brakes with a will. All I could do was cling on tight, with both my adrenaline and my apprehension soaring as we headed north. I’d half expected her not to make for Kingsbury, and sure enough, she stayed on the A1, picking up speed as the traffic began to clear beyond the North Circular. I knew where we were going, to The Pumps, an ex-filling station turned bike garage just south of Hatfield, and what that was likely to mean.

  AJ never so much as acknowledged my presence until we arrived, and I hung my head meekly as soon as I’d taken my helmet off. She took no notice, instead walking towards the back of the main building, and I followed. Several girls were already there, most of whom I knew, including her friends Sam and Naomi, also the huge Chinese girl, Xiang, but none of the femmes, only butch girls. They looked up in surprise to see me trailing behind AJ instead of walking by her side.

  ‘Has the Moppet been misbehaving?’ Sam asked.

  ‘She’s been unfaithful,’ AJ answered, and turned to me. ‘Strip, unless you want your clothes cut off.’

  I didn’t, and hastened to obey, my hands shaking badly as I began to scramble out of my clothes. Nobody else could see me, unless they came around the end of the building, but I was still going nude in public. Once I’d kicked my knickers off, the temptation to cover my breasts and pussy with my hands was overwhelming but, when I did, it only made me feel small and stupid. I put my hands on top of my head instead, to stand trembling and exposed on the warm, oil-stained concrete, examining my feet in embarrassment and fear as the girls gathered around. AJ came close, tilting my chin up with one finger to force me to look her in the face.

  ‘So,’ she said, ‘you like a bit of variety, do you?’

  ‘It . . . it wasn’t like that!’ I managed.

  ‘No?’ she queried. ‘That’s how it looked to me. So what did she do with you?’

  I hesitated, but only for a moment. Jade knew pretty well everything and it was more than likely she’d had it squeezed out of her.

  ‘She spanked me,’ I said, ‘for taking too long over lunch. She spanked me and made me lick her out.’

  ‘And? Did she get you bare?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Completely?’

  ‘No. She . . . she pulled my knickers down.’

  ‘What position did she spank you in.’

  I was already pink faced, and going rapidly pinker as I confessed.

  ‘Um . . . she did me . . . on my back . . . on my desk, in nappy-changing position.’

  Somebody behind me giggled. AJ gave a knowing nod and I realised Jade had definitely been made to tell.

  ‘Any other dirty little details you’d like to tell us about?’ AJ asked. ‘How she made you come, perhaps?’

  ‘She . . . she spanked my pussy.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘Um . . . she fingered me, and . . . and tickled my bumhole.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘She . . . she put a little plug up my bottom, one of those rubber date stamps, while she spanked me.’

  ‘And what did she do with it after your spanking? Did she leave it up your bottom?’

  ‘No. Oh, AJ, please, no . . . oh, OK, she made me suck it.’

  ‘She made you suck it? After it had been up your bottom?’

  ‘Yes!’

  There were giggles and sounds of both delight and disgust from around me. AJ smiled, her face full of cruelty and lust as she leant closer still to speak again.

  ‘And did you enjoy that, Pippa? Did you enjoy sucking on a plug you’d just had up your dirty bottom?’

  ‘I wasn’t dirty!’

  There was a chorus of laughter, leaving my face burning so hot my cheeks must have been beetroot coloured.

  ‘Did you enjoy it?’ AJ demanded.

  ‘Yes,’ I admitted, close to tears, my head filled with panic and confusion as I was made to admit my filthy behaviour, but not my filthiest, because I hadn’t told Jade how I’d imagined myself being buggered by Lucius Todmorden at the very peak of my orgasm.

  ‘At least you’re honest,’ AJ said, ‘or is it just that you know that little slut Dumplings would have told me everything already? Yes, it is, isn’t it?’

  My eyes had given me away, and she gave a satisfied nod before she continued.

  ‘OK, Moppet, so you like a bit of variety. Fair enough, so do I, and just to be kind I’ve arranged for you to get some. Take her indoors, girls.’

  ‘What are you going to do?’ I asked as Sam and Xiang took me by the arms.

  ‘It’s more what you’re going to do,’ AJ told me. ‘You’re going to satisfy all of us.’

  I swallowed hard. There were fourteen of them, all bigger and older than me, most of them into spanking or bondage or worse. Yet I couldn’t refuse, and I couldn’t even resist, only stumble after AJ as I was dragged across the rough concrete and inside the old garage. The air was thick with the smells of petrol and grease, the light dull and greenish where it shone through algae-encrusted windows. Several half-dismantled bikes and cars stood around a clear space where a grubby mattress had been laid out on the floor, with a chair beside it. I was pushed towards the mattress, where I stood, biting my lip as the girls made themselves comfortable.

  ‘Go on then, AJ,’ Naomi urged. ‘Teach the little slut a lesson.’

  ‘I don’t want to be greedy,’ AJ answered. ‘I’ll go last. The rest of you can draw lots for her.’

  She’d gone across to the far wall, and pulled a page out of an old calendar that showed a blonde girl lifting her top. I waited, ever more conscious of my nudity as she carefully cut the page into pieces, separating out the first thirteen number squares, on which she closed her hands, shaking them as she turned back to us.

  ‘Sam’s number one,’ she said, ‘Naomi’s two, then three and four and so on round to Xiang, who’s number thirteen. Got it?’

  They obviously had, and she quickly drew out a number from the now scrumpled bundle of paper in her hands.

  ‘Seven,’ she announced.

  A girl stepped forward, someone I only knew by sight. That didn’t matter. I was hers to do with as she pleased. She was dressed as a man, but in a style out of date by fifty years, with a formal suit and a hat. I was just glad I hadn’t been given to one of the hardcore diesel dykes first, and as she stepped onto the mattress I managed a nervous smile.

 
; ‘Go for it, Trilby,’ one of the others urged, ‘but leave something for us, yeah?’

  The girl nodded, not bothering to turn around, but fixing me with a disconcerting stare. Her eyes were steel-grey, and although she was just an inch or so taller than me and slim too, I knew I’d be putty in her hands. After a moment she spoke.

  ‘Ever been fucked?’

  I shook my head, then halted in confusion as I realised what she meant and made a vague gesture towards AJ. Trilby smiled and spoke.

  ‘Well you’re going to be now. Get on your knees, arse high.’

  As she spoke she pointed to her feet and I got quickly down, lifting my bottom into the required position, kneeling low on the mattress with my cheeks up and open to show off the little hole between and pussy too. Trilby began to walk around me, stopping when she was directly behind.

  ‘Are we going to need any lube?’ she said. ‘Are we fuck!’

  A sob broke from my lips. She was right. I was quite wet enough already, my pussy creaming so well the juice was running down my thighs as I held my position. They could all see, laughing and joking amongst themselves for the state I was in, and clapping as Trilby pulled down her trousers to flop out a thick rubber cock. It was bright red, and fashioned in grotesque detail, with a bulbous head and great thick veins crawling up either side of the shaft.

  I was staring in horror at the thing she was about to put inside me, or attempt to. As she got down I tried to crawl away, but she caught me easily, holding onto my hips as she pressed the thick dildo against my sex. I felt pussy spread to the fat rubber tip, and up it went, tight in my hole, but not so very tight. It didn’t hurt at all, and as she begun to fuck me I was soon gasping and clutching at the old mattress in helpless excitement. Trilby laughed and called out to AJ.

  ‘I see you’ve already got her nice and open.’

  ‘I fuck her regularly,’ AJ answered.

  ‘If you want it tight, Trilby, stick it up her bum,’ somebody called, causing fresh laughter.

  ‘She’s just tight enough to hold my strap-on in, thanks,’ Trilby answered, and she’d pushed herself deep in up me. ‘Hold still, slut.’

  She’d begun to rub herself on the base of the dildo, making it squash in and out of my open hole, while her open trousers were rubbing on pussy. I put my face in the mattress in a vain effort to hide my pleasure, but I knew that if she kept the motion up for long I was going to come. She was taking her time, exploring my bum and slapping my cheeks, occasionally pulling out to penetrate me again or fucking in my hole for a few short strokes. Soon I was panting and wriggling myself onto the dildo inside me, much to the delight of the crowd, and long before she’d come my own orgasm rose up in my head and burst, to leave me sobbing and whimpering into the mattress. It took another long minute before Trilby finished off and pulled free, leaving pussy to close with a soft burping noise as AJ called out.

  ‘Well done Trilby. Next we have, number four. That’s you, Phil.’

  I knew Phil, or Philippa really, like me, a massive, busty blonde who rode a 1,000cc bike and liked to tie her girlfriend into awkward positions for punishment. She was already drawing a handful of cord from one pocket as she approached me.

  ‘Not too long, Phil,’ Sam joked. ‘There are fourteen of us.’

  ‘Don’t worry,’ Phil answered, ‘just a quick hogtie.’

  She’d squatted down as she spoke, and quickly rolled me onto my back. My legs were pulled up and lashed together around my ankles, my wrists fastened the same way, but under my knees so that not only was I completely helpless, but my bottom and pussy were spread to the audience. It had taken her no more than a few seconds.

  ‘Just do as you’re told,’ she instructed, and her hands had gone to the button of her jeans.

  I watched as she undid them and pushed them down, her knickers too, to lay bare her full, soft bottom, heavy hips and bulging belly, her sex too. She didn’t waste any time, swinging one leg across my body to squat over my face, her fat, hairy pussy and the deep, dun-brown dimple of her anus just inches in front of my face, which she was about to sit on. I closed my eyes, just in time before I was smothered in warm, moist flesh, her pussy directly over my mouth.

  ‘Lick,’ she ordered.

  My tongue came out and I was doing it, lapping at the wet folds of her sex as she wriggled her fleshy bottom into my face and explored my body, teasing my breasts and pussy, slapping my thighs and tickling my anus until I was squirming in helpless, frustrated ecstasy. Only when she was near her climax did she stop tormenting me, instead sitting herself firmly onto my mouth, so that I could barely breathe and the tip of my nose was in up her bumhole.

  I could hear the others laughing and joking to see me hogtied with her bum in my face, setting me sobbing with humiliation even as I struggled to lick. Phil was coming anyway, squirming her bottom in my face and sighing with pleasure, until at last I felt her muscles contract against my skin and I knew she was there.

  As soon as she’d climbed off I was alternately gasping for air and begging to be untied, but they ignored me, AJ pulling another piece of paper from the bundle in her hand. She called out the number one and Sam stepped forward, her hands on the thick leather belt that secured her trousers. It was quite obvious what she was going to do with it, and as she stepped onto the mattress my bottom cheeks and anus had begun to squeeze and open in fear.

  She doubled the belt over, grinning down at me, and took hold of my bound ankles to make a better target of my bottom. I closed my eyes, shaking badly as I heard the whistle of the belt and the smack of leather on meat, my meat. The pain hit me at the same instant and I cried out, wriggling in her grip as she brought the belt up once more, and down. Again I heard the meaty smack of leather on bum flesh and felt the sting of the impact, and again.

  I lost control as she began to thrash me, writhing in my bonds as my bottom was beaten to an even, steady rhythm. Only when my anus opened in a long, rasping fart did she stop, joining in the chorus of laughter for my degradation. She let go of my legs too, and I collapsed onto my side, gasping and sweaty, desperate to touch my beaten bottom and clutching for pussy with my tied hands.

  The meat of my bottom felt hot and tender, my whole body ultra-sensitive, with the ties on my ankles and wrists seeming to trap me not just physically, but mentally too. When Sam rolled me over and put my face to her pussy I licked as best I could in my awkward position, revelling in my own pain, exposure and restriction. She soon came, leaving my face even stickier than before, while my body was slick with sweat.

  I heard AJ call out the next number and I was being used once more, now with a thick, knobbly vibrator slid in up my pussy while I was made to lick. The next girl untied me and put me across her knees for an old-fashioned spanking before I went down on her, the one after made me beg like a dog and put my tongue to her pussy as she stood over me. Naomi made me masturbate in front of them before she took her own orgasm, and after that it seemed to blur into one.

  They spanked me, slapped me, tickled me. They tied me into awkward positions and stuck things up me. They made me suck on fingers which had just been in their pussies. They smothered my face between their breasts and between their bottom cheeks. Above all, they made me lick, again and again, until my tongue was aching and sore while every movement of my jaw hurt like fire.

  My bottom was a throbbing ball, my breasts red with pinches, both nipples painfully erect. My skin was filthy, wet with sweat and smeared with oil and grease, spittle and pussy juice. My bumhole was open and smarting, dribbling fluid from being lubed up with some sort of heavy grease. My pussy was open and slippery, both with juice and oil.

  At last I realised it was AJ coming up onto the mattress. One of them had tied my hands behind my back to stop me touching myself, but I managed to wriggle around into a kneeling position, looking up at her through the bedraggled strands of my filthy hair. She smiled down at me.

  ‘Are you sorry?’

  I nodded my head.

  ‘
Time for a little change in the rules then,’ she went on, ‘seeing you can take it, and you’re such a tart. From now on you can let other women have you, but only after you’ve got my permission, and you’re to stay away from Maggie Phelps. Got that?’

  Again I nodded.

  ‘Good,’ she said, and began to undo her trousers.

  I let my jaw come open and poked out my tongue, determined to do her justice for all my aches and pains. Never had I felt so used, or so submissive, a beautiful high I’d only come close to achieving a very few times. I watched as she opened her leathers and pushed them down, exposing the bare, tattooed mound of her sex. I caught the scent of leather and pussy and perfume, strong in my nose as she came close. I pressed my face to her sex and began to lick, lost in ecstasy as I served my girlfriend and owner.

  As I licked I could picture myself, naked and filthy on my knees, my face smeared with pussy juice from the thirteen girls who’d already come in it. My wrists were bound, secured firmly behind my back to stop me playing with myself. I had my bottom thrust out, my reddened, bruised cheeks spread to show off my anus and pussy from the rear. My breasts were swinging forward, jiggling to the motion of my head as I lapped at AJ’s sex.

  She came, pressing her belly to my face as her muscles went into contraction, never giving out so much as a whimper to show her pleasure, but placing a hand on the back of my head to make sure I kept busy until she was finished with me. When she let go I rocked back on my heels, looking up once more. She was still just inches in front of me, and as I saw her tummy tighten I realised what she was going to do an instant before she let go, pissing in my face.

  I took it, my mouth wide, drinking her urine in filthy, abandoned ecstasy, letting it fill my mouth and deliberately swallowing so that they could all see I was drinking her piss, moving my body to make sure it went all over my tits and ran down my belly to wet my pussy, and again to be sure my hair got soaked and some went down my back to soil my bottom. AJ was laughing as she watched me degrade myself, which made her pee come in little spurts, splashing in my face and hair, on my breasts and legs. I opened my mouth once more and came close, drinking direct from her pussy and swallowing over and over again, until at last her stream died to a trickle.