Jodie's Slaves Part Five - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Five

... stimulation to cum.

“Tess you taught me more than you ever knew. I feared the men who came to Mom, but I never knew hate before you came. I never knew causing pain to others as I imagined doing it to you would make me somehow okay again. You broke me...and breaking you is the only thing that will restore me. And trust me, sponge, You. Will. Break.”

We hooked her up to the pump and set it to high. She didn’t deserve the gentler mouth sucking until she actually started producing.

“Hand me the paddle, Julie. This thing is too thin.” I threw the broom aside and Julie handed me the wide paddle. I once again took up a position behind Tess. Julie helped me reposition the ropes so Tess was bent over even more, her legs spread wide. Now I could catch the dildo with the paddle. I swung and she grunted in pain. The dildo was really just too long for her. I swung again, grounding the dildo. I paddled her as long as the pump was on, finally slapping her hard just as Julie pulled off the cups. Tess came, unable to hold out any longer because of the drugs. We released her from the bench and threw her into the dirt which mixed with the cum and sweat all over her, making a sticky gritty mess.

I squatted down and rubbed the grit into her pussy, making her moan and try to close her legs against me. I slapped her hard and Julie got behind her, pinning her arms behind her. I reached between her legs again, rubbing the grit in hard. A fresh batch of moisture ran out of her and onto my ...

... hand. Looks like she was particularly susceptible to the libido enhancing drugs. I picked up a handful of the dusty, dry dirt and rubbed it all over her tits. It had to feel like sandpaper after the needles and the pump.

Julie tied her hands to her ankles just to keep her in place as I stood up, resting for a minute. I was excited by what we had done and ecstatic over finally having that bitch under my power. I looked at it, filthy, bound, crying in the dirt and smiled, running my hand down to my own pussy and pressing, just a little. I should have the sponge lick me but it was such a disgusting mess. And it was not yet safe. I didn’t trust it not to bite me.

“Mistress, you shouldn’t leave your sponge dirty like that. That is how bacteria grows,” Barb spoke up from behind me, “There is a hose to the side of the barn.”

“Thank you, Pet,” I smiled at her and Julie untied Tess’ legs. We marched her to the side of the barn and tied her to the section of wooden fence nearby.

“Can I?” Julie asked, picking up the hose. I nodded and she turned it on full blast, pointing it at Tess, who shrieked and tried in vain to cover her most vulnerable parts from the strong, cold spray. My hand dipped down again as I watched her sputtering and shrieking beneath the cold water.

“Mistress, please, allow me,” Barb asked. I turned away from the arousing sight to find Barb on her knees. She reached for my panties and I let her remove them, leaning back against another section of fence ...