


A Woman Scorned

by Cleevedreams



Category: Erotic Couplings
Published: 2017-03-24
Updated: 2017-03-28
Packaged: 2017-05-10 11:03:20
Chapters: 2
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/a-woman-scorned-ch-01-1
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=3547408&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Revenge to come.</p>
<p>2. Revenge by a betrayed woman.</p>
Erotica Tags: BDSM, Desire, Erotic Couplings
Average Rating: 3.67





TABLE OF CONTENTS


A Woman Scorned Ch. 01

A Woman Scorned Ch. 02




        A Woman Scorned Ch. 01


Tom lay in bed feeling pain, feeling anger and feeling tears running down his
cheeks.  
  
His relationship with Tracey was over. She'd walked out two days ago after
confessing to cheating on him with Russ, a mutual friend.  
  
Tom knew there had been something wrong for a couple of weeks. She had been
distant, preoccupied, somewhere else in her head, and when last weekend she
had made an excuse to avoid sex then Tom brought it to a head by confronting
her.  
  
He was devastated, and was finding it difficult to function.  
  
It was Friday of half-term week, and he still had loads of preparation and
marking to do for school on Monday. He couldn't get out of bed.  
  
He'd had a phone call from Steve, another member of staff, to see if he
fancied a beer that evening, but he had declined and pretty quickly Steve had
realised something was up, and it had all poured out.  
  
After all the sympathy that Steve could muster at the end of the phone, he'd
hung up, but immediately, text around other mutual friends to warn them of
Tom's delicate state of mind. Perhaps it was gossip, but maybe it was concern
for Tom.  
  
Anyway Judy, the head of humanities, pretty soon got to hear about it and
headed around to Tom's flat.  
  
When Tom heard the intercom buzz he could see from the video screen that it
was Judy, and he immediately guessed that word had got around about his break
up with Tracey.  
  
Judy was a darling, and was always there for members of staff who had
problems. She had had her own fair share of personal difficulties and had, in
fact, divorced about ten years ago after a brief two year marriage.  
  
She wasn't proud of the fact that she had cheated on her husband, and he'd
found out, indeed, it wasn't dissimilar to Tom's situation.  
  
The one big difference was that she had left him for another woman.  
  
Everyone at school had been slightly shocked by it all. Judy's new lover was
another staff member, Lynne, who was a PE teacher, and although everyone
suspected that she was gay, she wasn't overtly gay.  
  
So when Judy left her husband and moved in with Lynne gossip was rife. But
then everyone accepted that they were an item and life moved on.  
  
Tom hit the 'enter' button on the intercom, and Judy bounded upstairs to be
met at the door by a red eyed Tom. She rushed into his arms and they both
hugged each other as she muttered sympathetically "poor Tom, you poor boy."  
  
They made a strange couple clinging to each other in sorrow, Tom sobbing
silently into her blonde hair.  
  
Tom was tall, a couple of inches over six feet, with short brown hair, and a
slim, well contoured body. At 26, he was in his prime physically. Judy on the
other hand was 39, but also physically, a very attractive woman.  
  
She had never had children; was a regular visitor to the gym, and still turned
heads when she walked into a room. Lynne her partner constantly told her how
stunning she was, and every time they made love she told herself how lucky she
was.  
  
Judy eventually sat Tom down on the sofa and made him a cuppa. He was
unshaven, unwashed and sloppily dressed in an un-ironed t-shirt and old jeans.
The flat was a mess with used dishes and pans piled up in the sink.  
  
She began the delicate task of finding out exactly what had happened between
him and Tracey.  
  
The whole story of betrayal came out, and, in between sobs, Judy sympathised,
and tried her best to comfort him with rather unhelpful platitudes.  
  
What she eventually added, much later, was her confession about her own
infidelity in her own marriage.  
  
Tom was rather taken aback with this, and wondered whether all women were
potentially unfaithful. Judy professed that she was no example to judge all
women by, and tried to divert the conversation in another direction.  
  
Tom wasn't willing to make small talk though. He was angry with himself for
being taken in by Tracey. He couldnt understand what she saw in Russ.  
  
"What's he got that I haven't?" he questioned.  
  
"He hasn't got a better car or a better flat," but Judy tried to explain that
those sorts of things had probably not got anything to do with Tracey's
decision to leave him.  
  
" I keep wondering whether she kisses him like she kissed me, whether she
fucks him like she fucked me, whether he makes her cum like I used to."  
  
"Tom, I know it hurts so, so much," said Judy, "but really all that stuff is
going to eat you up."  
  
"You're a smashing guy and women are going to be queuing up to be with you and
soon you'll be fucking someone else."  
  
Tom blushed as he said, "but not you Judy, you've changed sides."  
  
Judy blushed too but realised that his old cheeky sense of humour was still
alive, as she added, "hey I can still appreciate a sexy guy."  
  
There was just the slightest of embarrassed pauses before she said, "lets have
a drink, I think we both need it."  
  
Time had rushed by, and it was now about 8.30 in the evening, so she opened a
bottle of Merlot and poured themselves two very large glasses.  
  
Tom was starting to feel just a little better, and Judy being with him was
what he needed to return to reality and not to wallow in self pity.  
  
The evening turned into quite a drinking session. At midnight after a long
continuous conversation, and three empty bottles of wine, Tom realised that
Judy wasn't going to be able to drive home.  
  
"Do you want to get a taxi? What will Lynne say? Will she be angry? I dont
want to cause a row between you two!"  
  
Judy tried to stand up but flopped back down onto the sofa.  
  
"Oh don't worry Tom. Lynne's gone up to Newcastle to stay with her mum for the
weekend. If you don't mind I'll just kip down here on your sofa."  
  
Tom was slightly embarrassed when he said, " I'd offer you my bed, but I
haven't changed it since Tracey went."  
  
"I'll get you some blankets and a pillow."  
  
Judy followed him into the spare room and picked one of Tom's spare shirts off
the drying rack.  
  
"I'll use this as a nightie if you dont mind."  
  
"Feel free," said Tom "you use the bathroom first."  
  
And with a brief "night night," they both turned in.  
  
Judy slept fitfully on the sofa and awoke around six, and lay there dozing
with fleeting thoughts of both Lynne and Tom. The previous evening had been
tiring, but cathartic, not only for Tom, but also for herself.  
  
She had gained an insight into mens' psyche and how they could show
vulnerability, despite their bravado. She also saw how Tracey had given up a
man who had both an intellectual and physical attractiveness that reminded her
of her previous husband.  
  
She was disturbed from these musings by a movement from Tom's bedroom.  
  
She pretended to be asleep, as he made his way to the bathroom, and she heard
the long pourings of the previous night issuing into the toilet pan. He
flushed the loo and made his way into the kitchen to boil a kettle for tea.  
  
Judy peeped her eyes open and saw him standing there in just his boxers. He
looked a fine specimen of manhood, but should she be thinking that?  
  
She saw him pour two cups of tea and carry them towards the table beside her
sofa. He peered down at her, so she opened her eyes and thanked him for the
tea.  
  
"Did you sleep ok?" Tom asked quietly.  
  
"Sort of," smiled Judy.  
  
He noticed the swell of Judy's breasts above the open neck of his favourite
'best' shirt, and he had to avert his eyes when she saw him staring. She
smiled inwardly, and he coughed and looked away.  
  
"Would you like to use the shower, or perhaps I can make you some breakfast?"  
  
Tom watched as Judy threw the blanket from the sofa and stood up. He was only
wearing boxers and Judy was only wearing his shirt.  
  
As she stood there, he suddenly saw how blue her eyes were, and his mind raced
through the previous twenty-four hours and how supportive and caring she'd
been.  
  
"Thank you so much for being there for me Judy. I really appreciate your
support."  
  
Judy smiled and with a brief "don't be daft," she reached up and with her arms
around his neck held him close.  
  
Tom nuzzled her hair and smelt her perfume. She had her face against his
chest, and took in the muskiness of his body.  
  
Tom could also feel the softness of her breasts through the thin cotton of the
shirt, and as he held her against him, he instantly became aware that his cock
was stirring.  
  
Judy became aware too. It was a long time since the days of her marriage when
she had been so closely in contact with a mans body.  
  
She felt the softness of his cock against her tummy, as she first embraced
him, but in that few seconds she felt it harden, and instead of recoiling she
pressed closer.  
  
She looked up towards Tom's face and his lips closed on hers. The kiss lasted
a few seconds, and then they looked at each other again.  
  
In silence their lips met again, and her mouth opened to indicate her
compliance. She now felt Toms's cock harden against her. What on earth was
happening?  
  
She wasn't supposed to be doing this or feeling these feelings. But it was too
late to analyse. Her knees sagged and Tom gently laid her back on the sofa.  
  
As she relaxed into the cushions, she wrapped her legs around Tom as he
lowered himself onto her, sliding his boxers down his thighs.  
  
Almost in one continuous movement, he slid inside her. Judy's pussy was soft,
moist and welcoming. She locked her ankles in the air above his buttocks, as
he began to move very slowly.  
  
Their lovemaking wasn't rushed. Tom moved slowly inside Judy, their bodies in
harmony.  
  
Her shirt rode up and her breasts slid against Toms chest.  
  
Judy murmured quietly as her breathing came in ever quickening bursts.  
  
Gradually their movements became more urgent, and Tom sensed the rising
excitement in her soft cries.  
  
Suddenly Judy's back arched, her nails dug into Tom's back, and her legs
clamped against his buttocks. She pressed her pelvis towards him as her whole
body shuddered and she cried out "ohhhhhhhh."  
  
Tom's cock felt the thrill of Judy's pussy gripping him in little waves of
orgasm.  
  
It pushed him over the edge, and with a deep groan he felt the first gush of
semen shoot deep into Judy's cunt, followed by several more squirts of spunk
which seemed to go on for ever.  
  
Judy had not felt that hot feeling of a mans' ejaculation inside her since her
marriage. It came as a pleasurable surprise. She didn't want it to stop.  
  
"Don't move Tom, just stay there," she whispered.  
  
Tom's only reply was "did we ought to have done that?"  
  
"Just be quiet and hold me," Judy said contentedly.  
  
That question could be answered later.  
  
As they lay there in silent satisfaction, Judy felt Tom's cock become flaccid
and slowly slip from her grasp. She was indeed thinking the same thoughts.
Should they have selfishly gratified themselves in that way. Her guilt was
starting to kick in.  
  
She'd been unfaithful yet again.  
  
Tom broke the silence and lifted himself to his feet pulling on his boxers
again.  
  
"I'll let you have the shower first," he said.  
  
"Thanks, and then we'll set about clearing this place up!" she replied.  
  
They both spent the rest of the Saturday morning and part of the afternoon
washing dishes, vacuuming the carpets, and changing bed linen. Strangely, the
early morning events were not mentioned, or even alluded to, however, when
Lynne phoned Judy, Tom thought it best to disappear out of the room.  
  
At about four they flopped out and Tom switched on the tv to catch the latest
football scores. Judy made some coffee and sent some texts.  
  
It was at this point that Tom suggested that they should get a take away that
evening and watch a movie. Judy looked unsure and wasn't sure what to say.  
  
"I'll understand if you want to go home," said Tom. "I just want to thank you
for everything, you've made me realise I can get through all this."  
  
Judy looked down and couldn't look directly at Tom.  
  
"I'd like to stay. If thats ok?" she whispered guiltily.  
  
"Of course it is, I'd love that if you want to. Let's see what movies are on."  
  
The evening passed in a flash. They talked like old friends, and after a take
away curry, they curled up on the sofa, and watched a 'romcom.'  
  
They simply enjoyed each other in a cuddly way, but the unspoken truth was
that after this evening together Judy would return to Lynne and Tom would
revert to single status.  
  
However, that would be tomorrow, and tonight they would shut out the world.  
  
"Shall we go to bed?" Tom whispered into Judy's hair.  
  
"Yes I'd like that," she replied.  
  
They made love three times that night. Before they slept Tom used all his
experience, and desire, to slowly pleasure Judy and bring her to such a
heightened state of arousal that she climaxed twice before Tom allowed himself
to fill her with his spunk.  
  
They drifted off to sleep, until later in the darkness of the night Tom was
aware in a sort of semi conscious state, that Judy was softly sucking his
cock.  
  
It was only when he was hard did he allow her to realise he was awake.  
  
She ran her mouth and tongue up from his cock, across his muscular tummy to
his nipples which she sucked in turn, and bit lightly, until he groaned.  
  
It was as though she had suddenly gained in confidence from the last two days,
as she sat astride him, and impailed herself on his cock.  
  
With her hands outstretched in front of her, grabbing the brass bedhead like a
set of handlebars, she rode him like a mountain bike careering out of control
down a hill.  
  
She cried out, as she bucked and reared, and Tom could not believe how this
woman, who he had believed to be quite submissive in their previous intimacy,
was fucking him with complete abandonment.  
  
She finally screamed his name at the top of her voice as she came with such a
shuddering force that she ejaculated, soaking him until he was drenched with
her juices.  
  
Tom did not climax, but took her shaking body in his arms, until she had
drifted back to sleep.  
  
When he awoke the sun was just rising through the blinds. They opened their
eyes together, and with a look that told them that this was the end of a crazy
weekend together, they made love one last time.  
  
They knew that all of this would go unspoken at school and that neither of
them would whisper any of this to anyone.  
  
But little were they to know that this liaison would have painful and
terrifying implications for them both......tbc.




        A Woman Scorned Ch. 02


Tom and Judy kept each other at arms length for the next several weeks, but
both were wrestling with their inner emotions, and Judy was wracked with guilt
about her unfaithfulness.  
  
Lynne had her suspicions that all was not right.  
  
Judy had seemed distant, and in bed their relationship had stalled. It came to
a head when Lynne found Judy crying one evening, and the story of her
unfaithfulness came tumbling out.  
  
It confirmed Lynne's worst fears and she was angry, very angry.  
  
Tom didn't get any sense of this animosity at school, but had been warned by
Judy to expect fallout.  
  
It didn't transpire; in fact Lynne was positively friendly towards him, and
that week she invited Tom to her birthday party that weekend.  
  
Tom was in two minds about accepting the invitation, but he eventually decided
that it may smooth things over for Judy's sake if he went. It was to be a
decision he would come to regret.  
  
Saturday came, and Tom was strangely nervous about the party.  
  
He didn't like going to parties alone, and it would be awkward with Judy
there, although the atmosphere in the staffroom had been relaxed.  
  
He wore an open necked light blue shirt, with navy chinos. He took a bottle of
good quality Merlot, and went by taxi so that he could drink.  
  
Lynne and Judy rented a large bungalow on the outskirts of a village about 10
miles from his place. It was surrounded by a large garden, which was quite
wild and overgrown.  
  
In the drive were two vans, one with deeply tinted windows, the other
battered, with a large padlock securing the rear doors.  
  
He rang the bell, but could already hear music percolating through the open
window. It was getting towards dusk and the evening was warm. Lynne opened the
door and her face lit up.  
  
"You're here! for some reason I thought you might not have come," she said
with heavy innuendo.  
  
Tom nervously laughed, and replied, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world,"
and handed her the bottle of wine, adding, "Happy Birthday."  
  
She stepped aside and beckoned him in. The hall was quite large, but dark, and
Tom vaguely registered Lynne double locking the front door.  
  
Perhaps he should have thought that odd, but quickly he was ushered into the
large living room.  
  
There were about ten people there, and Tom knew that there were likely to be
some uniquely individual characters, because Judy had always said Lynne's
friends were fairly 'alternative'.  
  
Alternative was a good description.  
  
Sitting with Judy on a leather Chesterfield was a Goth looking girl, with
numerous rings through her nose, lips and ears. Next to them, perched, on the
end of the sofa, was a black guy with shoulder length dreadlocks, and several
gold rings on his fingers.  
  
Standing by the window were three heavily tattooed guys, dressed in leather,
and silver bars through their eyebrows.  
  
Over by the fireplace were two gay guys talking quietly, and in the corner
were two more black guys, who looked as though they had pumped iron for most
of the last five years.  
  
It struck Tom that the bias of guests was heavily male, but maybe the women
were just late arriving.  
  
Lynne gave Tom a large glass of red wine, and he wandered over to the
Chesterfield where Lucy and the Goth girl were sitting. He thought he'd better
make polite conversation, and besides, the Goth girl had the most lovely
cleavage imaginable.  
  
"Hello you two," he said, "where are all the ladies?"  
  
"Don't ask," was Judy's reply, said in a sarcastic tone.  
  
The Goth girl smiled at Tom and quietly stated, "we have our choice of the
men!"  
  
Tom took a long swallow of the wine and was surprised by the feeling of light
headedness it gave him.  
  
He slid down into the Chesterfield, and the room swirled around him. He didn't
remember slumping back unconscious.  
  
His head hurt, he could hear, but he couldn't see.  
  
He couldn't move.  
  
What the hell had happened?  
  
At first he thought he'd had a heart attack, or a stroke, but he quickly felt
a breeze on his skin and realised in horror that he was naked.  
  
Naked, blindfolded and tied, or strapped face down to something hard like a
table.  
  
He heard the sound of voices, male voices and smelt the aroma of cannabis in
the air. He tried to move and muttered "what the fuck is going on?"  
  
"Ah we've come round have we?" It was Lynne's voice.  
  
"So you're wondering about your predicament? Well, let me explain!"  
  
Her voice carried the underlying tone of a threat.  
  
"You two decided in my absence to have your own fun. A weekend of fucking and
god knows what! Well now you're both going to pay for it. This little
gathering is to celibrate your demise. There will be no mercy, there will be a
lot of pain, a little pleasure, but mainly for us!"  
  
With that his blindfold was removed, and after he had blinked in the dim light
of the room, he shuddered inwardly at the scene before him.  
  
He saw immediately, that he was indeed prostrate on a table, secured by
leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles. The furniture in the room had been
pushed back against the walls, and in the centre of the room in front of him
was a frame of wood in the shape of an X, sloping backwards at 45 degrees.  
  
Strapped to it, totally naked, was Judy. Her arms were secured above her head,
and her legs spread apart, with her ankles secured to the lower legs of the X.  
  
Tom could see her breasts shaking as she sobbed, her pussy exposed, and open
to all eyes in the room.  
  
And yes the rest of the room!  
  
Around Judy's frame stood the three tattooed guys, and the two muscular black
guys, and they were all naked.  
  
Tom's eyes were drawn to the sight of their genitals hanging between their
legs which, even in their flaccid state, seemed extremely large.  
  
The black guy with dreadlocks, and the two gay guys stood closer to Tom's
table, and to one side, and they were also naked.  
  
Both gay guys had metal rings looped through the heads of their penis.  
  
Behind him and rather difficult to see, was the Goth girl. She wasn't naked,
but dressed in thigh high leather boots, and a black basque with suspenders,
fishnet stockings, and her ample breasts overflowing the top of the basque.  
  
Lynne stood in the centre of the room between Judy on her cross and Tom on his
table.  
  
She too was dressed, but in a leather mini skirt, a cotton t-shirt with no bra
underneath, and she too had on high heeled leather boots.  
  
As Judy sobbed quietly on her cross, Lynne joyfully announced, "let the fun
begin!"  
  
Tom watched Lynne walk behind the cross and reappear with a large round headed
vibrator.  
  
Two of the tattooed guys started to suck each one of Judy's nipples, as Lynne
got down on her knees between Judy's legs.  
  
The vibrator began to buzz, and as Lynne pushed the head against Judy's pussy,
she cried out in a panic, "No! No! Noooooooo!"  
  
Tom could see her face convulse, and her head shake from side to side, as she
strained at her bindings.  
  
Just as Tom was becoming focussed on Judy and her three provocateurs, he was
aware of Goth girl moving behind him. He couldn't see behind or under the
table, but he knew his legs were anchored to each table leg, and therefore his
cock and balls were hanging exposed.  
  
Immediately he felt a hand close around his balls, and a mouth take his soft
cock within.  
  
Goth girl started to work her magic even though Tom was determined not to
respond.  
  
He battled with himself to bring random thoughts to the front of his mind.  
  
He closed his eyes, but all that did was to heighten his other senses, and he
became aware of Judy reaching orgasm. Her stifled cries caused him to open his
eyes, and he saw her head thrown back with both men sucking her nipples hard,
and Lynne using the vibrator against her clit.  
  
His self control caved in, and his cock immediately hardened, as Goth girl ran
the stud in her tongue along the head of his cock.  
  
He still fought to resist, but just as he gathered himself again, he felt
something else behind him.  
  
One of the gay guys had produced his own vibrator, and was applying some oil
to Tom's ass.  
  
Tom's blood ran cold as he thought the gay guy was going to fuck him.  
  
A guy fucking him was something that he hadn't experienced before, let alone a
gay guy.  
  
But he relaxed, when he realised that it was a toy that was starting to probe
his fundament.  
  
The oil and his relaxation allowed the vibrator to enter.  
  
Goth Girl was enjoying her task, and although Tom was doing his utmost to
fight the inevitable, he knew it was a losing battle.  
  
The vibrator slid all the way inside him and found his prostate.  
  
As Goth girl took him deep into her throat, suddenly, the gay guy switched on
the vibrator and the battle was lost.  
  
With his prostate being massaged, Goth girl deepthroating his cock, and Judy
reaching probably her third orgasm he exploded, and emptied his balls with
spurts of semen flooding her mouth.  
  
He heard himself groan, and he sagged onto the table, aware that his body was
now covered in sweat and oil.  
  
The room was filled with Judy and Tom's heavy breathing, but the silence was
broken by Lynne.  
  
With almost a chuckle she announced, "right ladies and gentlemen, these two
have had their pleasure, now we will have ours! It will be a long night. No
mercy will be given. Those of you that haven't brought your own instruments,
feel free to use those in the trunk under the window. Judy and Tom you will
never ever cross me again!"  
  
Tom shuddered and caught Judy's eye.  
  
She looked at him imploringly, with a look that seemed to say, "do something,
I don't think I can get through this."  
  
Tom just looked back and tried to mouth, "be strong," but they both knew that
they were going to be subjected to some very painful and depraved things.  
  
Goth girl appeared in front of him, and gave him a knowing look, a look that
said, "I've had your cock, now you're gonna feel pain for my pleasure".  
  
As she walked over to the trunk, Tom watched one of the tattooed guys attach a
nipple clamp to each of Judy's nipples.  
  
She shrieked as each one gripped, and when he tugged the chain that they were
attached to, she screamed a scream that pierced the night air.  
  
Lynne was quick to react. She lifted a black ball gag out of the trunk, and
stuffed it roughly into Judy's mouth, and secured the straps at the back of
her head.  
  
Tears and mascara ran down Judy's cheeks, as she fought for breath.  
  
She strained at her bonds as one of the black guys asked "who's going first?"  
  
Meanwhile the room was buzzing with conversation. Laughter and the effects of
cannabis and cocaine were taking hold.  
  
Goth girl had returned with what looked like a riding crop in her hand, and
Tom's blood ran cold.  
  
She disappeared behind him, as across the room the first black guy positioned
himself between Judy's legs, and pressed his cock against the lips of her
pussy.  
  
Tom saw Judy's eyes widen, as she saw the size of his engorged member, and
close tightly, as he shoved it it inside her.  
  
At that moment a searing pain pulsed through Tom's body, as the riding crop
dug into his buttocks.  
  
The pain seemed to start from the point of impact, and travel through the core
of his body, up to the back of his throat.  
  
He gasped, and when it was followed by another lash, he let out a stifled cry.  
  
The third one he managed to absorb without a sound, but that seemed to annoy
Goth girl, and the next one she aimed at the top of his thighs.  
  
He had never felt pain like it.  
  
Goth girl laughed, as he screamed in pain, and when the next landed on exactly
the same spot he screamed louder, and then started to whimper.  
  
Lynne again was quick to act, and shoved another ball gag into his mouth, and
tied the straps.  
  
Goth girl continued the beating, until Tom lost count.  
  
Strangely, he began to adjust, as the endorphins in his blood started to take
effect.  
  
He tried to focus on something else, and watched as the men servicing Judy
changed places.  
  
She seemed in a trance, as Tom studied the thrusting buttocks between her
thighs.  
  
Occasionally, they would remove the nipple clamps, and when the blood supply
had returned the clamps would go on again.  
  
It was as though he was looking through a window.  
  
He saw two of the guys cum, hearing them grunt, as they pumped their spunk
into Judy's cunt.  
  
He watched, for what seemed like ages, until the pain he felt was like a cloak
of broken glass around him.  
  
Suddenly he snapped back into reality.  
  
Goth girl had stopped, and someone was smoothing oil into the weals across his
buttocks.  
  
He suspected he was bleeding, but was unable to see.  
  
A voice, one of the gay guys, spoke, and Tom realised it was he who was
applying the oil.  
  
"Your ass is a picture," he was saying, "it needs to be treated gently before
the next time!"  
  
Tom could only grunt because of his gag. Saliva was dribbling out from the
sides of his mouth.  
  
"Pardon," said the gay guy, as he moved around the side of the table.  
  
Tom turned his head and just inches from his face was the guy's shaved,
circumcised cock, erect, with its head engorged, and displaying a gold ring
through the frenellum.  
  
Tom grunted, and the guy laughed moving out of sight again.  
  
The oil and the massage had stopped, but Tom's buttocks still felt on fire. He
was trying to think about what would happen next when realisation dawned.  
  
What he had feared earlier was about to happen.  
  
He felt the cock press against his buttocks.  
  
He tried to struggle, but he was tied too tightly. He shook his head
frantically from side to side, and grunted in one continuous note.  
  
He heard laughter and giggling behind him, and in a second the cock slid into
him.  
  
First just the head, and then deeper, until he felt the guys thighs against
his ass.  
  
So many thoughts flashed through his mind. This guy was gay, he was fucking
him bareback. What if he's hiv+?  
  
Too late the guy started to cum.  
  
He felt the guys cock twitch several times. He heard him groan, and then felt
a warm sensation deep inside.  
  
Tom sighed inwardly, and slumped again on the table.  
  
When was all this going to be over?  
  
Just as he felt there might be a brief respite, his hopes were dashed. A
second cock entered him, and the other gay guy thrust against him. As he
fucked him, he slapped his ass with his hand, onto the weals from his beating.  
  
Lynne appeared in front of his face and smiled.  
  
"Enjoying yourself?" she said with heavy irony.  
  
She produced two nipple clamps and reaching under his chest attached them to
each of his nipples.  
  
He jumped, and tried to scream, but the pain was different. It was a unique
pain, a pain that somehow aroused him. He felt his cock fill with blood.  
  
Just as he began to perversely enjoy the clamps, he felt the cock that was
fucking him ejaculate, and again the warm feeling of cum filling him up.  
  
Lynne looked him closely in the eye, and reached under the table, and grabbed
his semi hard cock.  
  
She squeezed and rubbed, until it stiffened, and beckoned Goth girl to return
to her duty.  
  
Tom felt some respite as his cock was sucked, although the pain from the
nipple clamps seemed to increase his erection.  
  
Lynne stood up and went back to where one of the tattooed guys was in the
throws of shooting his load into Judy's cunt. As he stepped away, Tom saw
white globs of semen dribbling from Judy's pussy, and her inner thighs glazed
with cum.  
  
Both he, and she, had lost count of how many men had fucked her.  
  
He did know that he was about to cum again. Gothgirl was good, but as he
started to jerk into her mouth she reached up to the table and tugged the
chain attached to the clamps.  
  
The pain was bitter-sweet, as they released their grip, and tore at the soft
flesh of his nipples, as he pumped his spunk down her throat.  
  
Both Tom and Judy had lost track of time. They were exhausted. Judy had
slumped on her X-frame just held in place by her wrist and ankle straps.  
  
Tom was still flat out on the table unable to move.  
  
Lynne stood up between them and posed the question, "if I remove your gags
will you two be quieter?"  
  
They both nodded in relief. Lynne quickly undid the gags, and their aching
jaws were able to close once more.  
  
The two gay guys put glasses of water to their lips, and they swallowed it
with relish.  
  
"Perhaps we ought to take a break," said Lynne.  
  
Tom looked around the room as far as he was able, and everyone was seated
either smoking, or drinking, and laughing.  
  
Tom looked across at Judy and muttered,"you ok?" which was totally inadequate.  
  
"Yeah," she replied in a weak voice.  
  
Just then the bell rang at the front door.  
  
Tom hoped it was the police, or someone who would bring this nightmare to an
end.  
  
It was a forlorn hope, in fact it was about to get worse.  
  
Lynne disappeared, and loud voices were heard in the hall.  
  
The door opened, and Lynne came back in, followed by four men.  
  
Two were quite young, more or less teenagers, the other two were in their
fifties.  
  
They all seemed vaguely familiar, and Tom puzzled as to why.  
  
Then the bombshell landed.  
  
The boys were Mark Jones and Chris Simpson, ex pupils who had left school last
July.  
  
The men were staff from the local supermarket, where both Tom and Judy
shopped.  
  
"Hello Miss," Mark said to Judy.  
  
"Hello Sir" Chris said to Tom.  
  
The whole situation was bizarre.  
  
The slightly awkward situation was interrupted by Lynne who said, "let's get
the show back on the road!"  
  
"Get yourselves a drink and feel free to indulge," Lynne said with a wink.  
  
The black guy with dreadlocks who had been smoking a joint sauntered over to
Judy, and kissed her open mouthed, and thrust his hand between her legs.  
  
His fingers slid inside her pussy and he frigged her roughly.  
  
Judy let out a cry.  
  
Lynne who was talking to the new guests, yelled, "if you're gonna make a fuss,
I'll put that gag back on!"  
  
Judy suppressed her discomfort, and just groaned, as the guy shoved his cock
deep inside her , and began pumping.  
  
The teenagers, Mark and Chris, watched open mouthed as their teacher was
fucked by this huge black man. They couldn't help but be aroused, and by the
time he had emptied himself into Judy they were naked too with hard, erect
cocks.  
  
Chris was first to step between Judy's open legs.  
  
He looked down at her dripping pussy seeping semen from the black guy.  
  
As he slid his young cock inside her he said quietly, " I always wanted to do
this Miss Dawson."  
  
Judy just sighed, and closed her eyes, so that she could not see this boys
face, who just a few years before had been an eleven year old in her tutor
group.  
  
Chris saw her close her eyes, and took this to be a sign of pleasure, and
thrust his cock deep inside her, and bucked his hips as fast as he could.  
  
His inexperience showed, as quickly he started to cum. "Oh Miss Dawson," he
cried as he withdrew his cock and stepped back.  
  
Mark stepped in to replace him, and again Judy closed her eyes, but Mark's
cock was, to put it mildly, a huge specimen. As he pressed it against her
pussy lips and pushed the head inside, Judy suddenly opened her eyes wide, and
said between gritted teeth, "oh my god, Mark Briggs!"  
  
Mark chuckled, and shoved his huge cock all the way into Judy's cunt.  
  
Mark was a lot more experienced than Chris, and so with patience and expertise
he set about his task.  
  
Judy was confused.  
  
The evening had been her worst nightmare. She had been fucked by so many men,
and been filled with their spunk. She had been forced into orgasm by Lynne,
and her vibrator.  
  
It had been horrendous, but now this young boy, whom she had taught for half a
dozen years, was doing things that no one else had come near to that evening.  
  
As he thrust into her, and her cunt expanded to take him all, she fought to
conceal her pleasure.  

His cock moved slowly, the top of his shaft massaging her prominent clit.  
  
As he looked down at her body, he remembered his time in her class, and the
daydreaming he used to do in room 16, watching her standing at the whiteboard,
wondering about her pussy and breasts.  
  
And here he was, inside her pussy, listening to her breathing as it quickened.  
  
Judy was trying desperately not to show her degree of arousal, but when she
tried to adjust her body within the limits of her bonds, it increased her
sensitivity to give in to her body's desires.  
  
When Mark started to pinch her nipples, as he moved his hips back and forth,
her resistance crumbled.  
  
He heard her groan, and then start to make small rhythmic moans of pleasure,
which then grew louder.  
  
Tom watched fascinated, as the room became quieter and conversation ceased.  
  
Everyone was watching the young teenager, as he increased his thrusting,
prompted by the regular sounds of pleasure coming from Judy, and the familiar
sexual noise of cock fucking wet pussy.  
  
No one moved. Judy had reached the very edge of her orgasm, and Mark was
covered in perspiration.  
  
Suddenly, Judy caught her breath, and with a juddering climax she cried out,
"oh g.....o.....ddddddddd!!!...oh god oh god oh god!"  
  
Mark grunted, pushed his cock deep into her cunt, and groaned "oh fucking hell
Miss Dawson," as he came.  
  
As if a cork had been released from a bottle, the whole room erupted in
applause, whistling, whooping and cheering.  
  
As Mark stepped away, his massive cock hanging down, dripping Judy's pussy
juices, Tom studied her face.  
  
It was flushed as was her neck. She had a hint of a smile, but that
evaporated, as she returned to the reality of her situation, and the fact that
one of the older men was approaching, his cock erect.  
  
She was about to be fucked by the guy who scanned her weekly shop at the
supermarket.  
  
Reality returned to Tom pretty quickly too. Lynne had appeared from the trunk
wealding an old fashioned school cane.  
  
"Ok Mr Wells, remember the old days and six of the best? Well the headmistress
has decided that you deserve a good thrashing."  
  
Tom's heart sank. "Oh c'mon Lynne, I can't take anymore, please."  
  
Lynne laughed sarcastically, "huh! you should have thought about that when you
started messing about with Judy. You're gonna count every stroke, and you will
thank me for every one."  
  
She moved behind him, and he heard her swish the cane through the air several
times. He felt sick to the pit of his stomach.  
  
"Oh dear I'd forgotten about Goth girls crop," said Lynne as she saw Tom's
buttocks. His ass was burning still. Sore, raw, and some of the weals were
seeping.  
  
"Get ready. I cane in groups of six. Six of the best means six lots of six."  
  
"That's thirty-six," moaned Tom.  
  
"Shit, you can multiply," Lynne replied, sarcastically.  
  
She then explained that after each stroke, Tom was to say the number of the
stroke followed by "thank you ma'am."  
  
Tom muttered that he understood, and prepared himself mentally for the pain to
come.  
  
He focussed again on Judy, who was now being fucked by the second supermarket
guy.  
  
The first stroke landed right on a previous weal on his backside.  
  
"Fuck! .......Jesus," Tom screamed.  
  
"Ok young man," said an angry Lynne, "let's understand one thing. I can easily
put your gag back in, but if I do then you will get double. That's seventy-
two! Let's start again".  
  
The next stroke landed with a 'thwack' and Tom grunted quietly.  
  
"One....thank you ma'am," he whispered, after a pause to catch his breath.  
  
"Speak up boy," ordered Lynne, as the second stroke hit home.  
  
Four more followed in quick succession, each time Tom responded swiftly, not
wanting any more than necessary.  
  
There was a short pause before the second six were given. Time enough for Tom
to take in the scene in the room.  
  
It must be past midnight by now, and poor Judy was now being fucked again by
one of the tattooed guys.  
  
Her head was thrown back, her teeth were gritted together.  
  
Just as the guy started to cum the next stroke thwacked down on his ass.  
  
He yelped but stifled it, scared that the gag would be put back. Judy raised
her head, and looked across at Lynne as she thrashed Tom's buttocks.  
  
" Lynne, pleeeeaaase leave him be!"  
  
"Ahhh, the slut wants mercy for her lover! Tough shit young lady."  
  
Judy's head slumped back as tattooed man number two slid into her.  
  
"Fuck you, fuck you all," she suddenly screamed at the top of her voice. She
had finally had enough.  
  
Lynne broke off from the second lot of six, and strode across the room to
replace the gag.  
  
Judy shook her head from side to side trying to prevent the gag being
inserted, but to no avail.  
  
As Lynne returned to her caning she shouted, "that means we start again!"  
  
Tom groaned out loud, and watched as Judy started sobbing, despite being
restricted by the gag.  
  
Tom resigned himself to his punishment.  
  
He got to the fourth lot of six and realised he had been broken, and he began
to cry uncontrollably.  
  
Lynne chuckled in delight. Finally, in the early hours of the morning she had
succeeded in bringing both of them to their knees.  
  
The mood in the room had changed. Tom was crying between lashes of the cane,
Judy was sobbing, as tattooed man kept thrusting into her, but others in the
room had chosen their own entertainment.  
  
The two gays were kissing and sucking each others cocks.  
  
Goth girl had decided she wanted Mark's cock, and was riding him on the
Chesterfield.  
  
The two black guys were smoking a joint, and watching the action.  
  
The guy with dreadlocks was sitting on the floor and stroking his cock,
maintaining an erection, ready to fuck Judy when tattooed man had finished.  
  
Chris had fallen asleep, while the two supermarket guys were watching Lynne's
ass wobble, as she brought the cane down on Tom's buttocks yet again.  
  
As the final stroke cracked against his cheeks, Lynne had already decided to
bring the party to a close.  
  
She had got her revenge, she was tired, and frankly fed up with the world in
general.  
  
In another half an hour she would untie Judy and Tom, and let them shower and
dress.  
  
Tom would call a taxi. And everyone would return to their mundane
lives......or would they? Tbc




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