I watched on the security camera as the cab pulled up next to my
mailbox, disgorging its passenger. She paid the driver from a meager
wad of bills pulled from the pocket of her jeans. It was Wally's cab,
so she must have taken the one bus a week that came through the little
town, then hired Wally to get her to my place.
Turning to survey the trees lining the dirt-and-rock path that served as
my driveway, she double-checked the paper in her hand before letting
herself through the gate and beginning the long trek to the house.
"Right on time," I told my companion, who gave me a predatory smile in
return, then accompanied me and the boys out to the porch to await the
arrival of my guest. Since I was expecting this one, I signalled the
dogs to hold when they alerted to her scent. We waited patiently, and
ten minutes after she alighted from the cab, the young lady trudged into
view, then stepped into the cleared area in front of the house.
We stood waiting in the shadows of the porch, and she didn't see us
until she was almost at the bottom of the steps.
A small exclamation escaped her as she noticed the four of us waiting there.
"Mr. Brenneman?" Her voice was tentative and she shaded her eyes with
her hand and the piece of paper it held.
"Who's asking?" I thought I knew, but one couldn't be too careful.
"It's me, Kishi, sir," She answered, her nervous glance taking in the
figure beside me. "We arranged..."
"I know the arrangement, girl!" I cut her off. "I asked only for you to
identify yourself!"
"Y-yes sir," She replied meekly, hanging her head.
"I have decided, after reviewing your needs," I told her, "to leave your
training in the capable hands of my associate, Mistress Jade, and her
sister."
Kishi's head came up as she stared in astonishment and some trepidation
at the black-clad figure of my companion.
Jade was one of the tiniest women I had ever met, but her regal
carriage, austere expression, and platform boots made her look much
taller than she was. I had the feeling that the image didn't even begin
to scratch the surface of how dangerous she was, however. Her jet black
hair was drawn tightly to the back of her head where it was tied in some
sort of complicated knot that left the straight, silken strands hanging
only to the top of her buttocks. Her makeup was as severe as her
expression, though her lovely Asian features and flawless skin could
have graced the cover of any fashion magazine with no makeup at all.
Jade wore a tightly cinched black leather corset that pinched her
already small waist to about the size of my wrist. Below that she wore a
black leather micro-skirt that came just to the crease between her
delightful thighs and tiny, delicious buttocks. Her black leather boots
covered most of the elegance of her legs. Her extraordinarily erect
posture was enhanced by the broad black leather neck stretcher that
highlighted the elegance of her already long, slender neck. Mistress
Jade's small, upturned breasts were bare, save for the needle tipped
conical metal spikes that covered, by attaching to, her nipples.
Those spikes were how I had come to know Jade and her twin sister. The
two had made a very lucrative business in San Francisco by dominating
successful businessmen and -women. Despite the strong sexual content of
their business, the sisters kept out of the grasp of law enforcement by
never engaging in sex with their clients. That didn't mean that the
clientele were not sexually satisfied. On the contrary, no customer
ever left their care without cumming at least once, but never through
contact with any part of the sisters' or anyone else's bodies.
Since I had already made arrangements for this assignation with Kishi,
but was not sure I could adequately meet all of the needs expressed and
implied in her communication with me, when they came to me for the
spikes, I persuaded the them to ply their trade on the young lady as
payment for their dangerous new adornments.
While I had facilitated other such meetings without direct
participation, I much preferred the role of participant to that of
voyeur, but in this case, I felt that Kishi's needs would be better met
by the sisters than by me, and I decided to step aside and see what
these two fearsome ladies would do.
"S-sir?" Kishi stammered, gazing in awe at the imposing figure of the
young Asian.
"Are you deaf, girl?" Jade's voice was like an ice-knife. "Or just too
stupid to understand what you have been told?"
"Uh, no ma'am," The girl replied. "Just, um, surprised, ma'am."
"Do you have an objection to being trained by my sister and me?" The
diminutive domme's voice had not softened one whit.
"N-no, ma'am," Kishi stuttered. "It's just, um, I've never, uh, you
know, uh... ...with a woman, uh ma'am."
"What makes you think I would soil myself by having sex with a pitiful,
untrained slave?" If anything, Jade's voice got sharper. "The way you're
going, I despair of making even a foot-slave of you, much less one that
I would allow to please me sexually! What is my name, girl?"
"Uh, Jade, ma'am."
"MISTRESS Jade, you worthless tramp!" From her belt, Jade unclipped a
small flogger and struck Kishi a sharp blow across her large breasts.
"When you address me, you will address me as 'Mistress Jade!' Not
'ma'am,' not 'mistress,' not 'Jade.' 'Mistress Jade!' Always 'Mistress
Jade!' Do you understand?"
"Ow! Yes m-, uh, Mistress Jade!"
An evil smile crept across Jade's features, unseen by Kishi's downcast
eyes. Mistress Jade's voice turned low and seductive. "You are here to
be trained as a slave, are you not?"
"Yes, Mistress Jade."
"Then please be so kind as to tell me exactly why you think you deserve
the right to wear clothing?" There was steel hidden under the honeyed
words, but they were delivered so sweetly that it took Kishi a moment to
realize their true import.
"N-nothing, um, I mean, I don't... I... AAAIIIIEEEE!" Her confused
attempt to respond ended with a vicious lash of the flogger.
"You are still clothed, girl!" Mistress Jade's voice was more painful
than the leather tips of the flogger.
Hurriedly, Kishi stripped off her outer garments to stand before us in
bra and panties, hands demurely covering her femininity as best she could.
"She is not worth training, Mr. Brenneman!" Mistress Jade told me in
disgust. "She cannot even follow a simple command!"
"I agree that she's a little slow, and perhaps needs a punishment to
remind her," I played along, "but it may be just a bit early to discard
her. Maybe the boys can help."
"Why that is an absolutely splendid idea, Mr. Brenneman," Jade replied,
staring hungrily at her charge. "Would you be so kind?"
I gave Czar and Caesar a hand signal, and my huge, half-wolf companions
advanced silently on their prey. Kishi tried to back warily away from
Caesar as he came at her from the front, but she was unprepared for
Czar's weight when his front paws landed on her shoulderblades, forcing
her to hands and knees. Swiftly, each of the huge brutes took hold of
one of the flimsy scraps of cloth that still adorned Kishi's body,
ripping and tearing at them as the poor girl screamed in fright.
When my canine companions had completely removed the scraps of cloth,
Mistress Jade bent her knees until her face was close to Kishi's right
ear. "When I give a command," she said menacingly, "I expect it to be
obeyed completely and instantly! Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, Mistress Jade!" Kishi trembled, still on hands and knees before
her regal Mistress.
"Now let's see what kind of slave you are to be..." A slender, leather
gloved hand dipped momentarily below the trembling girl's quivering
buttocks.
I noted the slight, involuntary cocking upwards of Kishi's hips and the
hissing of indrawn breath.
Mistress Jade grinned evilly and wiped the slippery goo coating her
glove in Kishi's hair as she stood. "Just as I suspected. You are
positively dripping, slave. You'll have to wait though. You must first
earn the right to be fucked by those magnificent beasts who turn you on so."
Kishi gave a startled gasp at the declaration, and trembled even more.
Turning to me with a delighted smile, Jade tiptoed and whispered in my
ear, so low that Kishi could not have heard if she'd been right next to
us, "I would have done this one for free! She's going to make a
delightful slut. Do you have a collar for her?"
"Of course!" I said out loud.
I opened the screen door and reached inside for the collar I had
prepared in anticipation of Kishi's visit. While I was at it, I took
down one of the leads I use for the dogs on the rare occasions when we
go somewhere where people don't know us.
Jade bent to fasten the collar around her trainee's neck. The oiled,
almost black leather with stainless steel rivets and heavy-duty buckle
was a no-nonsense, 'you ain't goin' anywhere' sort of collar, and Kishi
quailed even more when it was cinched around her slender neck. She gave
tiny gasp as the leash clicked home on the collar's steel D-ring.
"Let us go meet my sister Jasmine, shall we?" Jade said lightly.
I held the screen open for them as the diminutive Asian set off at a
smart pace. Kishi, perhaps instinctively, never tried to rise. Her
breasts and buttocks jiggled delightfully as she did her best to keep up
with her Mistress on hands and knees.
As do most humans unaccustomed to walking on hands and knees, Kishi had
a little trouble negotiating the steep stairs down to my dungeon. She
had to concentrate very hard on the placement of her hands and knees,
especially since Mistress Jade slackened her pace not at all. As a
result, it wasn't until she reached the level floor of the dungeon that
she got a chance to survey her surroundings.
The first thing she saw, of course, were two pair of rather short, but
elegantly slender legs disappearing into identical leather micro-skirts.
From her vantage point, they must have looked as though they went
upward forever. Jasmine wore a costume identical to her sister's, and
indeed, had the entire silken mass of her hair not been piled artfully
atop her head, one would have been hard-pressed to differentiate between
the two.
Kishi, remembering her lesson from the porch, bowed her head low and
said "Mistress Jasmine!"
Whereupon, Jasmine gave her a vicious cut with her own flogger.
"Who the hell told you to address me in that beastly manner?!" Her
voice, sweet as the scent of the flower after which she was named,
nonetheless cut deep, and Kishi cringed before her. "I am Goddess
Jasmine to you, slave! Don't you forget it!"
"On your hind feet, NOW, bitch!" Jade commanded, giving the leash a
sharp jerk. "Let my sister see what we have to work with!"
The two walked slowly around the trembling girl, poking and prodding,
inspecting her as if she were a piece of meat in a butcher shop.
"Hmmm..." Jasmine mused, hefting Kishi's breasts in her gloved hands.
"Far too much tit, but I suppose it can't be helped. Perhaps we can find
a way to have some fun with these later."
The soft leather of her gloves caressed the girl's nipples to hardness,
then pinched sharply. Kishi gasped, but her chest involuntarily pushed
itself outward, offering her breasts up for the Goddess' abuse.
"Ass has no muscle tone," Jade said from behind as her sister was
inspecting Kishi's breasts. "Spread your legs, slave! Never attempt to
deny us access to any part of you!"
Once again, gloved fingers slipped into Kishi's pussy from behind,
trailing moisture back along the crease of her buttocks. As Kishi
offered her breasts up to the sister in front, the one behind plunged a
long, slender, leather covered finger deep into the slave's rectum.
Kishi gasped and trembled even more, but something was different...
"Please, Mistress Jade, Goddess Jasmine...?"
"What is it slave?!" Jasmine replied sharply.
"Please... May I cum, Goddess Jasmine?"
"Of course not, slave!" Jasmine snorted. "You haven't even begun to earn
the right to pleasure! How dare you even think about such a thing!"
"A moment, sister, if you please," Jade said from behind their charge.
They stepped aside, closer to me, and I overheard their whispered
consultation.
"This one is clearly a slut, Jasmine," Jade said. "I do not think we
will be able to keep her from cumming frequently, and punishing her will
get tiresome, as she will most likely continue cumming during
punishment. I think a different approach is needed here."
"Perhaps, perhaps," Jasmine nodded. "What do you suggest, sister?"
"Since carrot and stick are one and the same to her," Jade continued,
"perhaps withholding punishment would be the best punishment. I think
this one is so eager to please that she will do anything for the
privilege of being hurt until she cums."
"Then let us give her a choice and see how she chooses," Jasmine
replied. "If you would be so kind as to find a very large, two pronged
strap-on, I will solicit Mr. Brenneman's assistance."
The girls, having explored my dungeon thoroughly when they first
arrived, already knew where things were kept, and Jade had no trouble
finding what she sought.
My suspicions about what the other choice was to be were confirmed when
Jasmine turned to me and asked, "May we enlist the aid of those lovely
companions of yours, Mr. Brenneman?"
"Of course," I replied. "Simply tell me what you want them to do, and I
will give the appropriate commands."
"At the moment, all we require is that they display themselves to full
advantage," Jasmine smiled.
No problem there. The boys had been contemplating mating with this
hairless bitch ever since I had them remove her undergarments, and all I
had to do was have them pose in profile for Kishi's eyes. Said eyes, I
daresay, grew much wider upon seeing what the boys had to offer.
"We have decided to allow you to cum after all, slave," Jasmine
addressed the trembling girl as Jade made the final adjustments to the
straps of an enormous double pronged dildo.
"You must choose the instrument of your pleasure, however," Jade
continued her sister's speech. "Either submit to bestial rape by both
dogs, or beg me to fuck you silly with my little toys. What will it be?"
Kishi gaped open-mouthed at the formidable rubber weapons protruding
from Jade's harness, then her eyes swung to the enormous, red, dripping
cocks of the dogs. Back and forth her eyes swung, but no words emerged
from her mouth.
"Choose, slut!" Jasmine gave her a cut with the flogger to get her
attention.
"Ow!" Kishi cried. "I'm sorry Goddess Jasmine! It's just that... I mean..."
"Are you afraid slave?" Jade sneered.
"A-a little, Mistress Jade. But that's not, I mean... Mistress Jade,
Goddess Jasmine, could I perhaps... I mean I know I'm not worthy, but
would it be possible to somehow, uh, have both? I would do anything you
ask!"
Jade gave Jasmine an 'I told you so' smile before replying, rather more
softly than before. "Not just yet, girl, but your answer pleases me. Now
choose!"
"Then, Mistress Jade, if I must choose, of course, I choose you!" Kishi
said hurriedly, as if afraid she was saying the wrong thing.
"Are you sure? I will not make love to you, girl," Jade warned. "I will
ravish you deeply and completely in both of your nether openings. I
guarantee pain, nothing else."
"Yes, Mistress Jade!" Kishi was trembling again, and I couldn't decide
if it was fear, arousal, or both. "Please, Mistress Jade, I beg you to
allow me the privilege of being ravaged by you!"
"Then you won't mind if my sister plays with you while I take my own
pleasure?" Mistress Jade, pressing her dual shafts tightly into the
crease of Kishi's ass, reached around and squeezed the mass of Kishi's
breasts for emphasis as she whispered in her ear. "She, too, will give
you pain, you know."
"I-it is my pleasure to be at your disposal, Goddess Jasmine, Mistress
Jade," Kishi bowed her head, then, as Jade pinched her nipples, gasped
and threw her head back or her Mistress' shoulder.
"Very well." Jasmine eyed the fixtures in the dungeon with a critical
eye, evaluating them for her purpose.
"This one, I believe, will serve us well, sister," She said, leading
Kishi by her leash to position her under two fleece-lined leather cuffs
suspended by chains. "Do you want to take from the front or from the rear?"
"Oh, I'm going to want to watch as her little ass greedily swallows this
big dick, Sister," Jade smiled.
"I'm unfamiliar with the workings of your equipment Mr. Brenneman,"
Jasmine said sweetly to me. "Would you be so kind as to assist us?"
"Of course. You can handle the cuffs, I believe. If you want her
spreadeagled, we can use these cuffs for her ankles, or these if you
want her split, but more vertical. In the latter case, this bar may be
mounted like so to give better access from the rear, if desired, by
forcing her hips backward."
"Ooh, I like that idea!" Jade cooed, beginning to fasten the latter
cuffs to Kishi's ankles. "That will give you better access to her front,
sister."
"Hmmm. I shall need some clamps, since we haven't pierced her yet..."
Jasmine sounded almost like a project manager. "I believe I know where
to find the other things I shall need. Tell me, girl, are you going to
cry when I poke holes in those rather large teats of yours?"
"Y-yes, Goddess Jasmine," Kishi stammered.
"Do you have an objection to my doing so?"
"N-no, Goddess Jasmine," Kishi replied. "I-I'm afraid, Goddess Jasmine,
but I am yours to do with as you please."
"Will you cum while my sister hurts you?" Jade asked softly into her
left ear.
"P-probably, Mistress Jade."
"Very well, then," Jade smiled. "Let's begin."
I used my remote to raise the ankle cuffs until Kishi's feet were level
with her shoulders, her legs pulled far to the sides. Since Jade had
installed the bar across the front of her hips, Kishi's butt stuck out
provocatively.
"You should get well inserted before I begin, sister," Jasmine said,
selecting several clamps and other implements from my cabinets and
drawers. On a rack of implements she found a harness with a mechanism
projecting from its side. Jasmine puzzled over this for several moments
before an evil smile spread across her face. I watched her fingers
tracing the mechanism, understanding exactly how it was designed to work.
"You made this?" she asked me.
"Yes."
"Have you tried it?"
"Twice."
"Successfully?"
"Yes," I smiled.
"Were the subjects pleased?"
"I'm not sure that 'pleased' would accurately describe how they felt,
but even after they were released, they had no complaints."
"There are two different shafts..." Jasmine had correctly located the
other parts that went with the device.
"These are designed for temporary use, ease of removal being a
consideration." I showed her another set of devices. "These are designed
for use with the permanent shaft. The 'v' shaped portion for the middle,
the other two pieces for the sides. They attach to the shaft in a way
that makes it extremely difficult to remove."
"I see..." She turned to the bound girl. "You have been listening. Do
you understand what this device is for?"
Kishi's face turned pale. "Y-yes, Goddess Jasmine."
"Shall I use it on you?"
"I-if it pleases you, Goddess Jasmine." Kishi was, understandably, even
more nervous.
"And which shaft should I use, girl?" Jasmine asked softly, her face
only inches from that of the bound girl. "Temporary, or permanent?"
"Oh!" Kishi cried, a strange combination of pain, fear, lust, and sheer
emotional overload, as Jade chose that moment to swiftly insert the
lubricated tips of both her shafts into Kishi's body.
"Oh! Goddess Jasmine, please!" She cried grimacing as Jade forced her
plastic phalluses slowly inward. "The - the p-permanent one, if it
pleases you!"
Jasmine, surprised, leaned forward and kissed her charge tenderly upon
the lips. "My sister was right about you, girl. You just might be a keeper."
Then, just to see her reaction, Jasmine hugged the bound girl tightly to
her, the needle tips of her breast adornments poking deeply into the
soft flesh of Kishi's breasts.
Kishi gasped, staring into her Goddess' eyes, and came, shuddering, as
Jade bottomed out inside her.
"Thank you, Goddess Jasmine," She panted.
"Hmmmm..." Was Jasmine's only reply.
"Will you assist me with this, Mr. Brenneman?" she asked, backing away
and hoisting the stainless steel contraption much more easily than one
would expect of someone her size.
Together, while Jade plundered Kishi's nether openings, wringing orgasm
after orgasm from her, we got the contraption fastened around Kishi's
torso, not unlike a stainless steel bra. Guaging the pressure in the
distended globes, Jasmine tightened the portion encircling the base of
each breast until each stood firm and hard like a balloon inflated just
to the bursting point. A few minor adjustments to the side and center
supports that held the accessory pieces in place, a final check of
alignment, and Jasmine inserted the chosen shaft into the side
extension, cocking its spring like a crossbow. Indeed, without the part
that fastened around the subject's body, the thing would very much
resemble a medieval crossbow aimed straight at the center of Kishi's
distended breasts.
"You'd better stop moving for a moment, sister," Jasmine warned her sibling.
Smiling, breathing only slightly faster than before, Jade replied, "Oh,
I wouldn't miss this for the world!"
Kishi stared with wide eyes at the fearsome weapon now attached to her
breasts, trembling in her bonds. A whole gamut of emotions ran wildly
across her face. I doubted that, when she made her arrangement with me,
the young Canadian had ever envisioned anything like this. Nonetheless,
one of the emotions most strongly represented on her face was desire for
the woman who was about to alter her forever.
"Last chance, girl," Jasmine said softly, swabbing the tightly inflated
sphere of one breast with alcohol, then moving on to the other. "Do you
still want this?"
"It is not for me to choose, Goddess Jasmine." Kishi's voice was barely
above a whisper. "I am yours and Mistress Jade's to do with as you will."
"That is as it should be, girl." Jasmine's voice was still soft as her
fingers deftly removed the plastic safety cap from the tip of the shaft
poised next to Kishi's breast. "Nonetheless, you must, this time, speak
your own mind."
Kishi was silent for several long moments, eyes closed, as she searched
within herself.
"Goddess Jasmine," she finally replied, "Mistress Jade, for most of my
adult life I have longed for someone who would possess me completely. I
have never feared anything more than I fear what is about to happen, but
even greater, at this moment, is my fear of disappointing you. I MUST
do this, Goddess Jasmine. I simply must!"
Again, Jasmine kissed her, her soft lips lingering on those of her slave.
"Very well, girl. Do you have any questions before I do this?"
"A request only, Goddess Jasmine, for Mistress Jade, if I may...?"
Kishi's voice trembled and shook, but was clearly audible.
"Make your request, girl," Jade said, her own voice reflecting her
sister's tenderness.
"Will you please withdraw, Mistress Jade," Kishi said, and Jade's face
began to cloud up like a thunderstorm, "then, at the instant that
Goddess Jasmine triggers the mechanism, plunge as hard and fast into me
as you can?"
Jade's face cleared and a genuine smile broke its severity for the first
time. "Of course, dear. It will be both our pleasures."
Jade's twin spears traveled slowly outward until only their heads were
still imbedded in Kishi's body. Giving a nod to her sister, Jade held up
three fingers. Jasmine understood and placed her hand on the trigger
mechanism. One, two, three...
As the last leather clad finger folded into Jade's fist, Jasmine
triggered the device, driving the pointed shaft straight and true
through both of Kishi's distended breasts! A moment later, Jade's belly
slammed forcefully into Kishi's soft buttocks.
Kishi, overwhelmed, keened her pain and passion high into the
ultrasonic, quivering like a bowstring as her body took over and drove
the unresisting girl through a titanic climax, made all the stronger by
the repeated whipping of Jasmine's flogger on her unprotected clit. For
many long seconds Kishi's body held rigid in its bonds, her hips
struggling to drive Jade's impaling phalluses even deeper.
Finally, not unexpectedly, the sated slave slumped, completely limp in
her bonds. A quick examination showed her to be breathing normally,
though very deeply.
I gave the device a quick inspection, noting with satisfaction that the
shaft had passed smoothly through, not only the girl's breast flesh, but
the holes designed to receive it in the metal 'bra' that was now a
permanent part of Kishi's attire. She would never have to worry about
having enough support again, but neither would she be able to wear
brassieres or form-fitting tops unless they were specially designed to
fit around the shaft between her tits.
Jasmine and I removed the installation device from Kishi's torso as she
slept, and I unscrewed the sharp tip that, while it facilitated
insertion, would be dangerous to leave exposed. In its place I screwed
on an end cap with a swivel ring, then did the same at the other end,
removing the notched piece used to launch the shaft from the crossbow
device. I showed the girls, though I probably didn't need to, how a 'Y'
shaped leash could be attached to the rings.
I knew too, that both were familiar with body piercings, but insisted,
nonetheless, that they hear the entire 'care and cleaning' lecture again.
"A moment, if you please, Mr. Brenneman," Jade said. "You are assuming
that we will be the ones taking care of her. Why is that?"
"I suppose I could be mistaken," I shrugged, "but I do believe you two
have found a plaything who pleases you greatly, and I can't imagine HER
wanting to be anywhere else than with you. Do you disagree?"
The two exchanged glances, then smiled. Jade answered for both. "You may
be right, Mr. Brenneman, but there is one other little test to which we
wish to subject our little slave before we make a final decision."
"Of course..." I said, and signalled the dogs.
"Not that, Mr. Brenneman," Jasmine said. "If she would submit to what
she has just been through for us, I have no doubt that allowing those
two magnificent brutes to ravish her would cause her not a moment's
hesitation. No, if you will help us get her to this bench, we'll show
you what we mean."
In short order, we had the unconscious girl on her back on the bench,
unbound. She began coming around moments later.
"Oh my God!" she whispered, staring at the steel bar through her
breasts. For long moments she inspected it, touching it gingerly here
and there, then her eyes turned to the two sisters. "Thank you, Goddess
Jasmine! Thank you Mistress Jade! I have never cum like that before! I
never dreamed anyone COULD cum like that!"
"We are pleased that you enjoyed it, girl," Jasmine said. "Now, it is
time for you to return the favor."
"Gladly, Goddess Jasmine!" Kishi gushed. "Anything! I will do anything
in my power to please you!"
Swinging a leg over the bench, Jasmine said, "Then put that tongue to
work, girl. See if you can give me back some of the pleasure I have
given you!"
With that, she straddled Kishi's head and settled her pantyless crotch
upon the the subservient girl's face. Her sister, meanwhile, having
unstrapped the dildo she had used earlier, inserted one end of an
enormous double-ended dildo in Kishi's pussy, as far as it would go, and
another, of the same size, deep into her butt.
Jade raised the girl's feet, saying, "If you would be so kind, Sister...?"
Jasmine smiled, grasping Kishi's ankles and spreading them wide.
Turning her back to the other two, Jade also straddled the bench just
below Kishi's upturned crotch. With a look of intense concentration, she
inserted the end of the dildo protruding from Kishi's pussy into her
tiny little ass, then took the one from Kishi's ass into her pussy.
With a moan of pleasure, Jade slowly lowered herself onto the two
shafts, impaling her dainty body far deeper than it looked as though she
had room for. When she finally ended her slow downward slide, Jade's
buttocks rested on Kishi's mound while the ring on her clit nestled in
the valley of the girl's buttocks.
Eyes closed, Jade slowly swiveled her hips upon the two shafts, grinding
them even deeper into both bodies. Kishi's muffled moans emerged from
between Jasmine's thighs as her own hips rotated opposite those of her
Mistress.
"I'm going to fuck you now, girl," Jade said huskily, "but this one is
for me, not you. Your job is to make these dildoes please me as much as
possible. Understood?"
A slight nod and a muffled "MMMGPH!" were her response, but the meaning
was clear.
Jasmine's hips rotated in time with those of her sister, instructing her
charge about where and how to apply her tongue to maximize her pleasure.
"Lick my clit, little one," She said, "No, up and down, for now. Save
that crossways motion for later. That's good, baby, now I want your
hands on my tits. Play with my spikes. Yes, baby, just like that! Now
pull! Yes! Harder! Mmmm! Beautiful! Now move your tongue to my ass...
There, now, push it in... Don't be shy, girl! That's the finest ass
you'll ever have the privilege of licking, so get your tongue right up
there! That's better. MMMMM! See how it opens up for you? Now back to my
clit... Keep playing with my tits!"
Meanwhile, Jade was giving herself a good workout on the dildoes
connecting her with their slave, her hips performing impossible
acrobatics upon Kishi's crotch. Swiveling, thrusting, corkscrewing,
harder, faster, those impossible shafts burrowing so deep, I expected
them at any time to force the air from her lungs!
The scene was incredibly erotic, and I unzipped and gingerly worked my
rigid shaft from the opening of my trousers. Jasmine, apparently
satisfied that her slave now knew her business, motioned me forward,
stroking me with leather gloved hands that couldn't even encircle my
shaft. Her mouth opened wide and those scarlet painted lips stretched
around me as, faster and faster, she and her sister rode their slave.
There was no way my bulbous glans was going to fit down Jasmine's
delicate throat, but her tongue, lips, and teeth were so talented that
it mattered little.
The two were building rapidly toward their own peak, refusing the
smaller climaxes that begged to be released, but building toward a
crescendo of titanic proportions. Kishi apparently sensed this and
redoubled her efforts, alternating squeezing Jasmine's breasts and
yanking at her spikes, while moving her tongue rapidly back and forth
from clit to asshole. Her hips couldn't keep pace with the rapid dance
of Jade's pelvis, but she held herself up, presenting her body and the
dildoes for Jade's pleasure.
I expected sparks to begin shooting off of us any moment as the
electricity of our coupling built. In truth, it was less the
manipulation of the beautiful Asian's mouth than the sheer energy of the
joining that had me very close to my own point of no return.
Sensing the time was right, I reached over and began abusing the spikes
on Jade's nipples, the unexpectedness of it triggering her explosion!
Her hips slammed and screwed hard into Kishi's pelvis, sending
shockwaves through her body. Fearing that she would commit the
unpardonable sin of cumming before her Goddess, she vibrated her tongue
rapidly across Jasmine's clit, and plunged a single middle finger deep
into her ass.
Jasmine shrieked her climax around my glans, pulling me to the back of
her throat where the vibration of her throat sent me over the edge. My
guts turned inside out through my cock shooting white hot lava into the
lovely mouth of the Asian Goddess. For long moments the tableau froze
in ecstasy, suspended in the timeless void of orgasmic release.
Finally, the sisters collapsed upon their charge as I stumbled backwards
to find a place to sit, my legs unable to hold me up.
For many moments all that could be heard in the dungeon was the panting
of sated lovers and the occasional gasp or moan as an aftershock hit
here and there.
Eventually, this was interrupted by urgent, muffled cries from beneath
Jasmine as Kishi's hands pushed feebly at her imprisoning thighs.
Reluctantly, Jasmine slid backward, giving the girl room to breathe,
then, impulsively, leaned forward and captured her mouth in a
soul-searing kiss.
"Well, sister?" she asked when she came up for air.
"Quite well, sister," Jade replied exhaustedly, gingerly removing her
body from its self-imposed impalement.
"You have done us a service, Mr. Brenneman," Jasmine told me with a smile.
"And we shall not forget it," Jade continued for her. "If you and this
one agree, we should like to keep her."
"That is entirely up to Kishi," I said, though I suspected I knew what
her answer would be.
"So, girl," Jasmine addressed the still reclining slave. "Would you like
to come to San Francisco and be our slave? We make no promises except
pain and pleasure."
"Oh, Goddess Jasmine!" Kishi gushed, pushing herself upright, "Could I?
I would like nothing better than to spend the rest of my life pleasing
you and Mistress Jade."
"Of course, girl!" Jasmine pretended irritation. "You don't think I
would have asked if I didn't mean it, do you?"
"Oh, Goddess Jasmine! Mistress Jade! I am SO happy!"
"Mr. Brenneman, could we impose upon you for one more, well, two more
small adornments for our new slave," Jade asked.
"Nipple rings?" I asked.
Jade smiled. "You know us so well."
That wasn't all that true, but the request was not a hard guess.
"May I suggest a clitoral ring as well," I said, studying Kishi and the
bar that now pierced her breasts, with its permanent metal bra. "In this
case, also, I would suggest that we pierce her nipples from top to
bottom and mount the rings vertically instead of horizontally. This
will allow for some very attractive chain work connecting her nipples to
the bar and the bar to her clit."
"You are a true artist, sir," Jasmine smiled. "Of course, we shall do it
that way."
A couple of hours later, the sisters departed with their charge in tow,
her leash attached to a chain that threaded through both nipple rings to
the rings mounted on the ends of the breast bar, then clipped to her
larger than average clit ring. At the moment, each tug of that chain
would bring, at the very least, some discomfort from all those places.
When the piercings healed, however, Kishi would, no doubt, derive both
pain and pleasure from her new ornaments. Jade and Jasmine would see to
that.
The sisters insisted that they owed me, not only for their own
adornments, but for Kishi and her decorations as well. Since they were
adamant, I suggested that the two of them could spend a weekend serving
me and my canine companions. They said they would think about it, but I
saw the look they exchanged and the way their eyes followed the dogs
after that.
They'll be back. Count on it.