They will come - sequel 2.3

Below is the third part of a sequel to SweetAndyLatex's wonderful story and  art, 'They will come' (see the original at https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html ).   

The first part of the sequel,  2.1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-21.html .   It was also very kindly published by SweetAndyLatex at  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/03/illustrated-double-fiction-edition-from.html  

The previous part of the sequel,  2.2 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-22.html  .

 

They will come - sequel 2.3  

 “Well, Sir,” said Stevie looking embarrassed in front of the Doctor, “won’t the Larvalous Worms try to impregnate me?”

“Yes, that’s right,” said the Doctor.   “They’ll penetrate and fertilise you.”

“So if I’m wearing my butt plug, they won’t be able to.  Simple.”

“But Stevie, you heard what the Doctor said yesterday.   You were getting triple penetration.  Just closing your bottom wouldn’t be enough.”

“I could wear a gag and my penis plug as well.  I know you and Sweet-touch liked me in that cock cage.”

“This is madness, Stevie!” exclaimed her Commander.  “Don’t even think of wearing your Scorpion cock cage. The curved urethral plug would have you in agony within seconds given the arousal the Larvalous would cause.”

“And don’t forget, you’d need to be plugged for the full 74 hours,” added the Doctor. 

“How would you wee or poo?” asked Andy.  “And whatever you did I suspect they’d squeeze past anyway.  They have a way,” he concluded with a slight wink at the Doc. 

“Yes, Commander, they certainly would,” confirmed the Doctor.

“Ensign, go away and come back when you have a better idea.  Dismiss.”

“Yes, Commander.”  A crestfallen Stevie tried to flounce out of the cabin exaggerating the wiggle of her bum but she stumbled on her heels.   It was so unfair.  And what had those Cadets been doing?  She hoped the Commander hadn’t been entertaining them overnight.   With Sweet-touch away, it was most unfair that Stevie had spent the night on her own..

When the cabin door closed, Andy spoke to the Doctor.  “Doc, I’ve an idea.  I’d like to try it out on you but first let me get the boys back to finish off their handiwork.   Can you come back in an hour, please?” 

“Certainly Commander.”

Andy drew his fingers across the visi-screen on the arm his chair and somewhere on the lower decks two buttplugs throbbed into life.  Two Cadets strolling together arm in arm like lesbian lovers stopped in their tracks and began their journey back to their pretty Commander’s cabin.

end of part 2.3.  To be continued

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 30 – Andy 10:50 Sunday morning

Part 30 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.

Part 30     – Andy     10:50 Sunday morning

The hinges squeaked eerily as the kitchen door swung open.  The kitchen in Jane’s house was one of the oldest parts of the building.   Although it had been modernised, it still retained some of the old features.   Heavy oak beams ran along the edge of the walls and one central wide joist supported the high ceiling. Jane had also decided to retain the old oak panelled doors to the kitchen. The stench of a latrine filled in the air.  And then Andy burst into tears.  He couldn't believe the sight in front of him.  The smell was emanating from Jane and the area round her: Aunt Jane as he's never seen her before.  She was standing in a puddle of excrement and piss, naked except for her white Louboutins, the steel collar from last night, and a leather harness that looped under her arms and across her front.  A penis gag still protruded from her mouth.   A little belt girdled her waist with a thin chain running from front to rear as a crotch strap.  Wires ran from her pussy to a little control box attached to the belt. 

More brown stains covered Jane’s front.  Leather cuffs still bound her wrists.  Both the leather harness and her cuffs were attached by ropes to an eyebolt that had been screwed into the joist.   Her arms were above her head and she was motionless with her head slumped slightly forward, soiled and bedraggled.  Flies buzzed around her and were settling on her body and on the pools and mounds at her feet. “Oh, Auntie!  What have they done to you?” he sobbed.

Jane lifted her head slightly trying to detect where the voice had come from.   Then her whole body shook and convulsed.   Andy watched as she writhed as if she was having an orgasm.  Finally it subsided and her head fell forward again.  Andy loved to help his Aunt reach those heights but not like this.  He walked in a circle round her.   There were red welts across her buttocks and thighs.   There was a little splutter and a little trickle of fluid running down the inside of her left thigh.  It ran past a thin silver chain around her ankle like the ones he’d seen ladies wearing at the Gala. Some flowed into her shoe while the rest joined the puddle of yellow fluid surrounding her.  “You are a dirty girl,” he thought to himself.  At least she wasn’t dehydrated.

Her whole body had a glistening yellow sheen.   Her lovely white Louboutins were now a shade of yellowy brown.  Her legs were streaked with coffee brown stains. Even worse was her face and hair.  Jane’s penis gag was connected by a tube to a large inverted plastic bottle hanging from the joist containing yellowish fluid.   Her bouffant silvery, platinum hair of last night now lay lank and matted with brown goo and syrup.  It looked like there was shit in her hair and over her body.   The syrup had run down her body where the flies were feasting. Jane’s body was speckled with black where some of the flies had got stuck after gorging themselves.   Damp strands of wet, flattened hair clung lankly to her face and neck.  Although her eyes were covered by a mask, Andy could see where her mascara and eye shadow had run down her cheeks alongside more of the brown.

Andy didn’t know where to begin.   There were times a few months ago when Jane had been so insistent on certain aspects of his training that he’d wanted to get his own back on her.   She was always the dominant one.   When he’d tried to protest, she’d photographed him in embarrassing situations and threatened to send them to his friends.   He wanted to have some control over what happened to him.  It was nice being with Aunt Jane and being feminised, but she kept taking it further.  He dreaded that one day she’d put him in a cockcage again and keep the key.  The night at Rebecca’s party had been bad enough, especially with all those gorgeous ladies not to mention Mr.V, but he could see she might want to keep him locked for longer.   He so wanted to have the chance to use his manhood but she never let him.  Andy paused.  He’d never expected an opportunity like this.  He was somewhat amused to leave her drooping in the middle of the kitchen at least for a short while.    He went back to the hall to get his mobile from his little clutch bag.   He was surprised to see that there was a missed call from Jane at 21:00.   He looked at his text messages.   There was something in his Sent box that he didn’t recognise: “You’ll see me soon.  Go back to our seats.”   He’d never sent that.  They must have taken his phone from his bag.

Andy went back to the kitchen and took some photographs.  There was another hiss and spurts of urine sprayed from Jane’s crotch followed me a dribble of brown excrement from her rear.  It was mainly liquid and ran down her leg to join the soft brown pool at her feet.  He caught that on video.    He uploaded the gallery to Dropbox as well as eMailing the pictures to one of his private accounts.   They might come in useful one day if Auntie got too high handed though, given her current state, that didn’t seem likely. 

Andy put his phone on the kitchen table and noticed a Post-It note and what looked like a rubber bung.  The Post-It read: “For secure transportation.”  Andy picked up the bung and looked at it quizzically.  He put it down.  He didn’t have time to ponder the meaning of the note: he had work to do.

He found a can in one of the cupboards.  “Hold your breath, Auntie,” he instructed.   A fine mist of fly spray hissed from the can.   Flies started to drop to the floor.  Others stayed stuck to Jane’s body as they expired.  Jane hadn’t been tarred and feathered, rather she’d been treacled and  flied.

In order to prevent the mess spreading, he fetched a mop, bucket and disinfectant from the Utility room and after putting on some rubber gloves proceeded to clean the floor round Jane.  At least she seemed to have stopped pissing and shitting for a while.

He found a roll of large black dustbin bags in one of the kitchen drawers.   He unfurled the roll the kitchen floor and into the hall.   Then he went back to his Aunt and finally removed the mask covering her eyes.   She blinked and screwed up her eyes against the glare of the bright kitchen lights. “It’s OK, Auntie.  I’m here,” he said.   Andy could see her relief when her eyes focused on him.  He disconnected the bottle from her gag and removed it from her belt.   A dribble of piss-like fluid leaked from her gag. He couldn’t remove the gag: the buckle had been drawn tight and secured with a padlock.

Jane’s head went back and she started to shake and convulse again.   Andy flipped a switch on the controller on her belt.  Jane trembled for a few moments then settled.  Next, while holding one of her arms to steady her, he removed the shackles of the chains attached to the back of her collar and holding her underarm harness.   He stopped her from falling as she slumped forward.  She was clutching her arms as blood surged back into them and the pins and needles became agonising. 

“Take off your heels, Auntie.”  Jane nodded.   Now that she wasn’t suspended she didn’t need the height provided by her shoes.   Jane couldn’t bend down without topping forward. Andy helped Jane kick off her Louboutins.   He had to stop her lurching as her calves cramped after hours stood stationary in 5” heels.  He removed the hobble chain that still connected her ankles, then guided her along the ribbon of black to the downstairs wet room.   He sat her on the toilet while he turned on the shower and checked the temperature.   Then he moved her across to sit on the bench under the drench shower and side jets.   He didn’t worry since the water just bounced off his latex dress.  Brown water ran towards the floor drain.  Jane gestured with her head what she wanted him to do next.   He got her to stand and unhitched her crotch strap.  He caught the plug as it slipped out of her pussy and removed the controller clipped to her belt.  Bending down he realised why Jane had been shitting herself so badly: she was wearing a butt plug that was making her arsehole gape open.  He now realised what the bung in the kitchen was for.    He pulled on the plug but it wouldn’t budge.  He turned off the shower and got some Vaseline from the First Aid box in the vanity unit.   Carefully he pushed liberal dollops of grease up inside the aperture of the plug as well as smearing it round the lip of the plug.  Gently he eased the plug out.  He was surprised to see that Jane’s arsehole did not contract but remained dilated with a gape of nearly an inch.  Poor Auntie.  That big cock of Leroy’s must have sodomised her for hours.  And they’d deliberately left her gaping so she would remember his cock for a long time.

More poo started to leak from Jane’s rear.  He put the shower back on to flush away the faecal material.   He diverted the water to the hand-held showerhead and pointed it upwards between her legs.  His Aunt squirmed as jets of water entered her anus and brown liquid flowed out. It wasn’t enough.  He needed to get her clean.  Andy turned off the water and took a large stainless steel dildo from the cupboard in the wet room.  He held it up in front of Jane’s face and she nodded.   “We need to get you clean, Auntie, don't’ we?”  The penis protruding from her mouth wagged up and down again.  “You always say you want me to be a clean boy.”

Andy washed the stainless rod in the sink and rubbed it thoroughly with alcohol.  It had probably only been inside him but it was better to be safe than sorry.  Jane preferred that he didn’t leave any unwanted little gifts after her ministrations.  It also meant that there was never any problem sliding in first time.  He removed the showerhead and replaced it with the enema nozzle. He slathered her anus with more Vaseline then set the flow to a low trickle and made sure the temperature  was lukewarm.  The probe slipped smoothly into her gaping maw.  Andy was tempted to think how easily a cock would slide into that well opened hole but a sharp pain down below quickly arrested his little fantasy: Mr V had done an excellent job re-tethering him.

Brown water dribbled out of Jane’s rear.  Only when Andy pushed the nozzle in to its hilt did the leakage stop.  Andy started to count out loud.  “One, two, three ..”   Ten was normally enough for a quick flush when they were short of time.   “Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… “   Thirty would make sure that the lower bowl was loose and clear but normally took several flushings.  “Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two …”  Andy had only ever gone up to sixty himself when he’d wanted a deep cleanse.  He smiled fondly at the memory of Auntie’s latex opera gloved hand and the tunes her fingers had played inside.  “Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two ..”  He could see Jane’s breath starting to take short panting breaths.  “A little more Auntie.  Seventy-eight, seventy-nine …”   Jane was starting to waggle her penis from side to side but Andy continued.   “Eighty-nine, ninety.  That’s it.”   Jane looked at him with relief.   “Now let’s hold it for a while.”  Andy kept the dildo clamped firmly in her rear.  Jane’s look changed to a glare.   He was glad he hadn’t been able to unlock her gag. “Come on Auntie.   We’ve got to stop this mess.  Otherwise I’ll have to put your tunnel plug back in.”   Jane bucked and shied like a startled filly.  “See.  I know you don’t want that.   Jane calmed and Andy waited another couple of minutes.  “OK.  Let it out.”   He pulled out the nozzle and a solid jet of warm water erupted from Jane’s rear.   It splashed against the wall together with the tell-tale pollution of little faecal particles.  It slowly halted, albeit with a trail of little spurts.  Twice Andy repeated the procedure although only with thirty second fills. Only on the third did the water run clear.   He pointed at the clear water and Jane nodded.  To her surprise and his pleasure, he put the nozzle back for a fourth fill.   He realised it was the first time he’d ever felt in control with his Aunt.  

When Jane finally stopped squirting from the rear, another stream of piss came from her front.  It too ran clear.  She’d obviously kept drinking her fluids.  Andy removed the upper harness and the cuffs from her hands.  He checked the inside of her right wrist.  There was the little tattoo of a high heel that he’d seen yesterday evening.   Why did getting a tattoo depend on him if she already had one?  He found her steel collar, like his own was locked shut.  That would have to stay on for a while.   He sat Jane down on the bench in the wet room leaving the jets playing on her body. 

Andy went back to the kitchen.  Surely they would have left keys for the collar and her gag?  He looked across the counters and tables in the kitchen.  There was the bung for her plug.  There was the Post-It note.   But nothing else.   Andy searched around again.  He lifted the Post-It note.  Underneath it was a little key stamped with ‘Wolf’.   He tried it in the padlock on his neck collar: it didn’t fit.   

Andy went back to the wet room.  He tried her collar with the key.   It didn’t fit hers either.   But it fitted smoothly on the padlock through the gag buckle.   He undid the hasp and finally removed the penis that had filled her mouth for last twelve hours or more. He savoured the moment of seeing it slide out from between her lips.   “Oh, Andy, I’m so sorry,” she blurted as soon as it came out.   “I never wanted that to happen to you.  Please forgive me.”   He hugged his Auntie and turned on the shower.  Jane’s arms wrapped around her adorable latex sissy and together they cuddled under the warm water, until Jane stopped trembling and she felt clean.

end of Part 30

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 29 - Jane 21:45 Saturday evening

Part 29 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.

Part 29 - Jane   21:45 Saturday evening

Jane looked at her watch again.   He’d been gone over half an hour.  The Ladies was quiet and seemed deserted.   Where was Andy?  Jane pushed open cubicle doors.   All were empty.  In dismay she called out “Andy?” knowing it was to no avail.   He wasn’t there.   Had the silly sissy gone to another facility?   Jane went down the corridor towards the lift.   All the toilet signs pointed back to where she’d been.  She followed the corridor until she came to the double doors to the service area.   There was no sign of him.   This was ridiculous.  Where could he be?

Jane went back down the corridor and into the banqueting hall.   She had a vain hope that she might find him back at their table.  A group of men in suits were now being auctioned.   There were loud cheers with each sale.  Andy’s seat was empty. Jane checked that he’d taken his purse.  Jane retrieved her mobile phone, went back to the corridor and called Andy.   Her phone rang for a few moments and then the call cancelled as if had been cut off.   Either Andy or someone with his phone had cut the call.  Jane went from puzzled to annoyed.  If he was playing around …?   Moments later her phone beeped and vibrated.   A text message from Andy read: “You’ll see me soon.  Go back to our seats.”   Jane fumed.  The impertinence.   As if he had the right to issue instructions, especially on a night like this.  

Nevertheless, Jane went back to her seat.  A very smart young man stood alone on the stage with the auctioneer; the last of the men in suits was being auctioned.   “Now we all know James.”   Jane didn’t.  “He’s already won best in show for Mistress Plug.  Let’s see who would like to take him home tonight.  Can I have your bids please?”   The digital display flashed repeatedly.   The top number would dwell for a moment and then cycle downwards to second and then third place.  The top bid reached £3,100.   There was a pause and it was replaced by £3,200.  It held at £3,200 for a while.  “Any further bids?  Going for three thousand two hundred”  The display flipped to £3,300 only to be replaced by £3,500 to the sound of gasps from both the audience and the auctioneer.  “And    I repeat: a record!   The all time highest bid at our auctions!”   There was a round of applause.  There was still no sign of Andy.  “Going for three thousand five hundred.    Do I have any final bids?” The display remained static.   “Going for three thousand five hundred.  Sold at three thousand five hundred pounds …..”   There was a pause.   “To Mistress Plug.   Once again Mistress Plug leads the way.   I’m afraid none of us will be able to sample or test James for another year.   And thank you, your Ladyship for your generosity this year.  Another round of applause for Mistress Plug and James, please.  Well done Lady Angela.”  A pretty blonde lady stood up at a table near the front of the Banqueting Hall and gave a little bow.    So that was the famous Lady Angela, or Mistress Plug as she was known in The Sisterhood.
that is a record!

“Well that concludes our auction.   We’ve had our Gimps, our Gays. our little Pets or  Anthropomorphs, our Ladettes and  our Latex. Thank you all for your generosity this evening.   Our GALA is complete.  For those of you who want to stay, we’ll be clearing the front of the floor for dancing although I’m sure most of you will want to sample your purchases as soon as possible.” 

The auctioneer was distracted by movement off-stage.   Imogen, the girl who’d been on the welcome desk came on to the stage holding a long thin chain like a dog lead that extended back to the wings of the stage.  She whispered to the auctioneer.   “I’m sorry, it seems our Auction isn’t quite over.  We have a special late item.   Earlier this evening, a girl was found trying to get into the Men’s Room.  This seems to have been a ploy to distract and subvert some our male contestants. Given some of our ‘issues’ in previous years, we can’t have that.   It was only on later inspection that she was found to be a feminised sissy.    She is very pretty if a little feisty.  We’ve had to pacify her but I’m sure you ladies will know how to handle her or what a treat she might provide to you or those waiting at home.  So, one last item.  Can you bring her on, please Imogen?”  

Imogen tugged at the lead.   A slim figure in a red dress tottered on to the stage.  It took a while for Jane to realise it was Andy.   A steel collar was around his neck and his hands had been cuffed behind his back.   A short length of chain ran between cuffs on his ankles meaning that he could only walk with short steps as if he was in a hobble skirt rather than one split to the thigh.   What was worse was how they’d silenced Andy.   A large black penis was protruding from his mouth and a tight leather strap running round the back of his head was crushing the bob of his lovely auburn hair to clamp it in place.  Her beautiful boy was being humiliated before all The Sisterhood and their escorts.   “Isn’t she lovely?” the auctioneer asked the audience.   There were whistles and cheers.  “I’d love to interview her but we needed to gag her since she’s inclined to cry out. And that gag she’s wearing is double ended.   Look at her sucking away.   She’s clearly been well trained since she hasn’t gagged even though she’s got a good four inches in there.   She could make a perfect gift.  We’ve checked and she’s been plugged too.   She could make someone very happy this evening. Let’s make our GALA into a GALSA.  Can I have your bids, please?”  

Jane tried to stand up and tell them to stop but found she was pressed down in her seat by the two burly sissy maids who had appeared behind her.  “We thought he was yours,” said a gruff voice.  “Sit down and watch the Auction.  You can always bid.”   Jane scrabbled for her keypad.

end of Part 29 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 17 - Jane 22:55 Saturday

Part 17 of "Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives".   Part 1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2019/06/pride-before-fall-entanglement_25.html .   Andy's inspirational original artwork can be found at http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2018/04/new-art-pride-before-fall.html .   Please leave comments.

Part 17 - Jane 22:55 Saturday

Jane sat on the edge of the bath, shivering in darkness.   The room was warm but nerves had hit her.   What was happening to Andy?   What was going to happen to her?   But it was Andy she thought about first.   Who was the other bidder?   They’d gone to four and a half thousand.  Was it Mistress Plug again?  She seemed to have deep pockets given what she’d already spent at the Auction.

Jane inhaled deeply through her nose to calm herself.  She could scarcely breathe through her mouth since it was largely obstructed by a rubber penis that rested against her tongue but thankfully didn’t quite touch the back of her mouth.  She was gagged like Andy had been on the stage.   If this was how they were treating her, what on earth might they be doing to Andy?  Jane sucked on the penis and thought about Andy.   Her poor boy.   How had she let this happen?   The Sisterhood was so cruel doing this. 

The cloth hood had been replaced by a leather eye mask.  Jane listened hard to compensate for her loss of vision.   She heard movement in the bedroom next door.  It sounded like people were assembling.   She sensed that there was someone in the bathroom with her but had no idea who or how close.  The apparent airiness of the room meant that it was undoubtedly one of those spacious bathrooms that came as part of a luxury suite in the hotel.  She couldn’t move to find out since her legs had been chained together and her hands were cuffed behind her back. 

Voices were speaking next door but Jane couldn’t discern what they were saying.    Jane wished she could find out but knew that she’d trip and fall before she found the bathroom door.  Although it felt like an eternity of waiting, after a few minutes a door opened and a firm and slightly rough hand gripped her upper arm guiding her to stand. Jane felt the brush of rubber against her thigh.   “Follow my lead, and take short steps,” advised a high but definitely male voice.  Jane felt a tug at her neck and followed.  With her first step she almost stumbled as the hobble chain jarred her ankles but the hand stopped her from falling.  “I said short steps.   Dainty ones.  Like a lady.”   Jane appreciated the irony.   She had never felt less like a lady.  With her hands cuffed behind her, a metal collar round her neck, ankle cuffs and hobble, and a penis filling her mouth she felt like she was being led to a slave auction.

A female voice spoke: “Bring her over to me. Please remove her mask.  I wouldn’t want her to miss these moments.” 

“Such a pity you lost in the auction tonight, Jane. At least you have something to suck on while your sissy is enjoying himself and you won’t need to break any rules.  You must know that fellating your sissy is against Rule 5 for Level 2s and below. Now Jane, you have been very silly tonight.  You knew tonight’s Gala was only for Level 3s and above.   You didn’t have a ticket and trying to bribe my assistant was just stupid.  Then trying to bid for your own sissy with money you didn’t have was ridiculous.  The Gala is a Charity auction.  However, you did bring this gorgeous girl and we have raised a lot of money tonight because of her.  It’s important Andie doesn’t disappoint otherwise that will be another demerit for you.   I think we should loosen and prepare you both for the evening ahead.   Sugar, get Leroy ready.”

Jane watched as one of the maids went down on her knees.  As if to pray, she took the long black cock of a gimp between her upraised, white satin gloved palms.  Adoringly, her tongue licked the head that began to swell.   “You can suck him now, Sugar” Lady Angela instructed.   The maid opened her mouth wide and took the head.   Then she closed her eyes and started to bob her head slowly forwards and back in silent devotion, each time taking more of the shaft while her colleague took photographs on her mobile. “You can help too, Candy.”  The other maid knelt alongside her to lick the gimp’s balls and whatever of the shaft was accessible.

Although the maids were bent in penance, they both seemed happy.   One continued taking photos and selfies with her phone.  Jane noticed that their little cocks were still limp and floppy.   She thought fondly about how Andy responded with her.   These maids were clearly much older and further along in their training but she didn’t want Andy to change.  She loved him just the way he was.      

“That’s better,” said Lady Angela as Leroy’s cock stiffened.  “Isn’t it nice.    Lady Dixon’s gimps are only used to going in mouths and bumholes.    I do hope that it’ll fit.”

Jane tried to kick Angela.   Her right foot had only swung inches when it was jarred to a halt by the hobble chain.  The shock against her left ankle made her rock on her and she stumbled forward.  “Tsk, tsk. That won’t do.  You’ve brought this on yourself.”  Jane spluttered as Angela put her hand on the penis protruding from her mouth and lifted Jane back to the vertical.   She started to  slide her hand up and down the shaft.  “Come here darling,” Lady Angela beckoned to Andy.   Andy stepped forward and Angela and she started to wank his penis gag too.  “Although I understand you are a good sucker, has Jane allowed you the pleasure of real cock, honey?”    Andy’s eyes widened.   He looked at Jane in despair.  “No seemingly not.  What a night this will be for you.”

“Would you like your Aunt to show how it’s done?  And don’t think you can wriggle out of it: once Leroy’s in, it’s difficult for him to come out until he’s finished.  Oh my, it looks like you’re both getting Ashton excited too.”  The other Gimp was starting to get an erection too.   “No Ashton, you’ll have to wait to see who deserves seconds.   Now get the ladies ready.”   Darkness returned as Ashton replaced her eye mask.

“Let’s see what the young lady has to say for herself.” 

There was more rustling and then Jane heard Andy blurt out: “Please don’t hurt Auntie.   Fuck me if you have to.  I’ve been wearing a plug all evening.   I’ll take the cock instead of her.”   Behind her mask, tears welled in Jane’s eyes.  She felt sad that she could do nothing to help Andy but was almost overwhelmed by his selfless devotion to her.   But she didn’t want him hurt.   Better her than him.

“How noble of you. Your devotion does you proud, Andy.    Jane has trained you well.    I’ll have to decide who goes first.   Either way Jane doesn’t escape: she has been very silly defying The Sisterhood and being unable to pay her debts.   Gag her again.  We wouldn’t want any unseemly yelps disturbing the hotel’s other guests.    Suck on that and enjoy your privilege.”

“Now who’s going first?   Let me toss a coin.   You call, Ashton.”

“Tails,” said a deep voice.

“How appropriate.   Time to get her ready.     Girls, sorry to interrupt your fun.  I can see your little cocklets are dribbling.  Stop sucking and put a condom on Leroy.  You can roll it on with your lips if you want, Sugar.”   There was a pause.   “My, that is tight and shiny.   OK, another little suck Sugar if you insist although you’ll get spanked for that later.   Now lube him up.”  There was a pause and some rustling.  It didn’t sound like they’d bothered to get Andy out of his dress.   They were probably taking out William.  “Bend her over.   With Andy  gagged there won’t be any unseemly noises.  Once Leroy’s in you can let her straighten up.”

“Spread her cheeks, Candy.   Oh very nice.   That’s right.  All the way in Leroy.  I know she can take it.   Don’t pause to let her draw breath.   See, I knew she could.”  Andy had been penetrated.  This was all wrong.  At least wearing his plug for the last few hours would have meant that he wouldn’t too tight. But Jane dreaded to think want that monster cock would do to Andy.  She hoped it wouldn’t tear him.   It was so unfair.  She’d wanted his first to be a proper lover.  William or maybe that nice man he’d met at Rebecca’s.   Someone who’d be tender with him.     “That’s right, Leroy, lift her off the floor.   My, you are a strong boy. There’s nowhere she can go now.   You can bounce her if you want but don’t cum.”  Poor Andy was now obviously impaled on the cock.   Jane could hear him yelping through his gag.   His lovely cock was probably limp and flopping uselessly with fear and pain as he rode on Leroy’s enormous organ. It wasn’t meant to be like this.   She’d so wanted him to reach ecstasy the first time.   “We just need to get her stretched for later.   Her arsehole should gave a nice gape when you’ve finished.” 

A voice whispered in Jane’s ear “I think we can leave him.  Don’t you?  I’m sure Mistress Plug will keep him entertained.”    Jane shook her head but was helpless to resist. 

“Candy, get Ashton ready,” he heard Lady Angela say from across the room.   “You’ll get your turn but I’m wondering whether she can take a DP.”  Jane tried to turn back but she was dragged forward by her neck lead.   She was led out of the room and back to the corridor.  It was only a short walk or hobble across the corridor to an adjacent room.

 

 

Pride before a Fall - Entanglement Perspectives : Part 15 - Andy 22:50 Saturday evening

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Part 15  - Andy  22:50 Saturday evening

Andy had given up struggling against the cuffs locking his hands behind his back.   They’d threatened cable ties and arm binders but there was no chance of escape and he was just hurting his wrists.  He wanted to spit out the rubber penis in his mouth but the gag was fastened firmly round his head with a leather strap and he expected that would be locked too.    All he could do was suck on it and swallow to stop saliva accumulating in his mouth. 

The young man who’d asked him to dance and had earlier seemed so nice led him from the backstage area by the lead attached to his collar.    They came out into a service corridor.     Several of the men from the auction were being marshalled along one wall of the corridor along with the leather gimps and rubber pups who’d been sitting at the tables at the back.  Ladies were arriving to collect them.    Edward was directed past them to a service lift.   As Andy saw him select the button to go ‘Up’, a bag or hood was again placed over his head.   There was a ding, the hiss of doors opening and then Edward pulled him into the lift.   They didn’t speak.  It seemed to Andy that the hood was a waste of time, since the lift announced “Floor 23” before he was towed out forgetting that the hood might be protecting the identities of other important guests.

“Right, I’ll take him from here,” said a girl’s voice.  A voice that Andy thought he recognised.  Andy was pulled forward and almost toppled on his heels.   “Thank you, Boy.  Your buyer is in the room next door.   Have a good evening.   Come on Andy, I’m sure you’ve been trained to walk better than that.”   Andy got back to upright and snaked his hips to get back into a walking rhythm.   At least they’d removed the hobble chain. “That’s better.  Make your bottom wiggle honey, the boys will like that.”

Andy heard a door open and he was led inside.   He could feel the texture of the floor change.  He was in a room, a bedroom perhaps, or a luxury suite that was thickly carpeted.    He was brought to halt.   The door closed and the hood was removed.    There was no girl there.   But there was a tall lady wearing a big Venetian opera mask.   On one side of her stood two leather gimps; on the other were two rubber maids.

Andy thought the gimps looked amazing.  They still wore black leather hoods with eye holes and zippered mouths but were otherwise naked except for black leather body harnesses, fishnet stockings and black knee length high-heeled boots.  The patent shine of their boots matched the shine on their bodies.  Their torsos had been oiled and glistened even under the soft lights of the suite.   The oil helped define the hard muscles of the gimps who both looked like body builders. The harnesses had straps radiating from a neck collar attached to belts that wrapped tightly around their glistening bodies making their muscled breasts stand out, nipping their waists  and extending to suspender straps for their stockings.  Andy would have gasped in astonishment but could only suck harder on the rubber cock filling his mouth:  between the legs of each gimp hung an enormous penis. Both were flaccid but had to be at least eight inches in length with a width of around one and half inches.  Andy had never seen the like, not even in the showers after football: even limp they were the largest Andy had ever seen.  

The maids were a complete contrast. To Andy they looked old.  Certainly older than him but were probably only in their thirties or early forties.    They were in full latex: expensive shiny black maids dresses with creamy white details.  Ruffled sleeves, frilly collars, little headbands, little latex eye masks, a tiny apron, latex stockings and suspenders with black ankle strap heels locked in place with padlocks.  The skirts on their dresses did not hang:  they were cut ridiculously short and wired like lampshades so that they projected virtually horizontally.  The maids were wearing no panties and Andy could see their exposed bottoms and genitalia. While the gimps had the biggest penises that Andy had ever seen , these had to be the smallest: they both had tiny penises and miniscule ball sacs.

 

“Ah, Andy.  So pleased you could drop by.  As you know, I’m Lady Angela although you should call me Mistress Plug.   I do abhor having males in my presence who aren’t plugged.”  Both maids and gimps were wearing shiny metal slave collars with circled with D-rings and a little metallic pendant or a tiny penis.   Andy couldn’t see but he guessed that all four would be wearing butt plugs.  Andy shifted his bottom slightly and felt the reassuring presence of his own jewelled steel plug.  

 “I just wanted you to feel properly welcomed and to say ‘Thank you’ to our champion fund raiser.   We’ve never raised so much money from a single auction.  Thank you so much.   I also wanted to let you know that your Mistress and, of course, losing bidder will be well taken care of this evening while you’re with your ‘buyer’.  Can you bring her through please?”

One of the sissy maids walked to what had to be the bathroom.   He came back guiding a tall, naked lady on a lead attached to a slave collar similar to the maid’s.  She was hooded like the gimps except that her eye holes were zipped shut and a penis gag like his own had been fastened in the mouth hole.   Despite the hood, Andy could tell from the shapely elegance of her figure as well as her white Louboutins that it was Aunt Jane.  Her dress, bra and panties were gone as well as her clutch bag, rope of pearls and diamond bangle.   All she had left were her heels although, like him, she had been fitted with a hobble: a thin metal chain was attached to wide leather cuffs round her ankles meaning that she couldn’t run or kick, but could walk normally if she took short, dainty steps.  Her arms were behind her back and Andy guessed that she too had wrist cuffs. 

“Bring her over to me.”  The sissy maid obliged.  “Please remove her mask.  I wouldn’t want her to miss these moments.”  While one maid held his Aunt’s head and the other removed the eye mask from the hood, Mistress Plug placed her hand on the penis protruding from Aunt Jane’s mouth.  Andy and Jane exchanged glances.   There was despair in Jane’s eyes.   “Such a pity you lost in the auction tonight, Jane. At least you have something to suck on while your sissy is enjoying himself and you won’t need to break any rules.  You must know that fellating your sissy is against Rule 5 for Level 2s and below.”  Andy blushed.   How could they know that when he’d been good Aunt Jane sometimes gave him a special treat?  Jane was staring at Mistress Plug with anger in her eyes.   “Now Jane, you have been very silly tonight.  You knew tonight’s Gala was only for Level 3s and above.   You didn’t have a ticket and trying to bribe my assistant was just stupid.  Then bidding for your own sissy with money you didn’t have was ridiculous.  The Gala is a Charity auction.  However, you did bring this gorgeous girl and we have raised a lot of money tonight because of her.  It’s important Andie doesn’t disappoint otherwise that will be another demerit for you.   I think we should loosen and prepare you both for the evening ahead.   Sugar, get Leroy ready.”   Jane’s appearance had changed from despair and anger to horror.

Andy watched as a maid went down on her knees in front of one of the gimps and started to lick his balls.  Andy glanced across and could see terror in Jane’s eyes.  The gimp’s penis head was engorging.   “You can suck him now, Sugar,” Mistress Plug instructed.  The other sissy maid unlocked her mobile phone.  She took pictures as Sugar eagerly took the cock head in her mouth.  The penis stiffened and was approaching the horizontal.  “You can help too, Candy.”   The other maid knelt beside Sugar and ran her tongue up and down the shaft.  “That’s better.” The maid now took selfies of them sucking the long black cock.  Andy looked on in awe as the organ grew to what had to be ten inches or more in length.  While the maids sucked, Mistress Plug started to run her hand up and down the shaft of the rubber cock jutting out horizontally from Aunt Jane’s mouth is if she was wanking that stiff too.    “Isn’t it nice.    Lady Dixon’s gimps are only used to going in mouths and bumholes. Poor Roger.   I do hope that it’ll fit you.”   Suddenly he realised why Jane was terrified.  They were going to sodomise his Auntie. “Are you ready to be put to the cock, dear?  Or would you like to see your sissy begin his evening of delight.”

Aunt Jane tried to kick out at Mistress Plug but the hobble chain just meant she jarred herself and almost fell forward.   “Tsk, tsk. That won’t do.  You’ve brought this on yourself.”  Jane emitted a muffled grunt that just caused Angela to wank her gag faster.  “Come here darling,” Mistress Plug beckoned to Andy.   Andy stood on the other side of Mistress Plug and she started to masturbate the cock extending from his penis gag too.  “Although I understand you are a good sucker, has Jane allowed you the pleasure of real cock, honey?”    The gimp’s enormous cock had a bulbous head and the shaft now curved upwards like a fish hook. Then the horror dawned that it might be him that was going to get fucked.   He stared at the cock then at Jane.  That cock would surely be way too big: it was much larger than any of Aunt Jane’s toys.   Andy’s eyes widened.   He looked at Jane in despair.  “No seemingly not.  Would you like your Aunt to show how it’s done?   And don’t think you can wriggle out of it: once Leroy’s in it’s difficult for him to come out until he’s finished.  Oh my, it looks like you’re both getting Ashton excited too.”  Together Andy and Jane looked across at the other Gimp.  Without stimulation except the sight of the maids sucking his colleague and, if Andy only knew, the delightful spectacle of a pretty girl in tight red latex, the other gimp was getting an erection.   It was just as big as Leroy’s.  “No Ashton, you’ll have to wait to see who deserves seconds. Or maybe they can hold hands while they get fucked together?    Now get the ladies ready.”  

While the maids continued to suck and lick Leroy’s totem pole,  Ashton returned the eye visor to Jane’s hood.  Andy had never seen his Auntie look so vulnerable.  “Let’s see what the young lady has to say for herself.”  The gimp unfastened the strap and removed Andy’s gag.  

“Please don’t hurt Auntie.   Fuck me if you have to.  I’ve been wearing a plug all evening.   I’ll take the cock instead of her.”  

“How noble of you. Your devotion does you proud, Andie.    Jane has trained you well.    I’ll have to decide who goes first.   Either way Jane doesn’t escape: she has been very silly defying The Sisterhood and being unable to pay her debts.   Gag her again.”   The rubber penis was stuffed back in his mouth and he was silent apart from muffled grunts and little slurps on the rubber cock.  “Suck on that little girl and enjoy your privilege.”    A loose cloth hood went over his head and he was in darkness. 

“Now who’s going first?   Let me toss a coin.   You call, Ashton.”

“Tails,” said a deep voice.

“How appropriate.   Time to get her ready.     Girls, sorry to interrupt your fun.  I can see your little cocklets are dribbling.  Stop sucking and put a condom on Leroy.”   There was a pause.   “My, that is tight and shiny.   OK, another little suck Sugar if you insist although you’ll get spanked for that later.   Now lube him up.”   There was a long pause and some shuffling.     “Bend her over.   With her gagged there won’t be any unseemly noises.  Once you’re in Leroy, I want you to straighten up and hold her.  I don’t want you thrusting away too soon.  I’d like to see her sat and suspended.”

Andy listened.   There was some audible movement muffled through his hood, and then he heard a  suppressed squeal.   “Spread her cheeks, Candy.  Oh very nice.   That’s right.  All the way in Leroy.  I know she can take it.   Don’t stop.”  There were squeals from across the room.    “See, I knew she could.” Andy felt desperate.   Only a few feet away, his poor Aunt was being fucked and most probably sodomised by the biggest cock he’d ever seen and he felt powerless to help.   “Now straighten.   That’s right, Leroy, lift her off the floor.   You are a strong boy.   There’s nowhere she can go now.  Let gravity do the work.  Hook, line and sinker,” she said with a chuckle.   “You can bounce her if you want but don’t cum.   You just need to get her stretched for later.   Her arsehole should have a nice gape when you’ve finished.”

Andy heard a series of suppressed yelps.   Aunt Jane was clearly being held by Leroy and was now impaled and hooked on his cock.  Andy felt a slight tug at his neck. He feared that he was about to receive Ashton’s cock.  Someone took Andy’s hand to steady him and then he was guided forward. “Time for you to go, honey,” whispered the familiar female voice.   He heard the door open and then felt his feet back on the smooth corridor carpet.   “You shouldn’t keep your buyer waiting.  Don’t worry about your Auntie.  She’ll be kept ‘happy’.   She’ll be taught a lesson and will be changed lady after tonight when the Sisterhood have finished with her.”

“Candy, get Ashton ready,” he heard Mistress Plug say before the door closed.   “You’ll get your turn but I’m wondering whether she can take a DP.”  Andy’s heart sank.   Poor Auntie. 

The lift doors hissed open and Andy was drawn inside.   Buttons were pushed.  As the lift descended all he could think about was his poor Aunt with that huge cock desecrating her rear.    “Basement Level S,” announced the lift.   He was back in the Service Corridor.  

“This is Miss Andie.  Please take her to this address.”  

“Yes, ma’am.”   There was a different feel to pull on his lead.   A few more steps and the chill night air hit him.