Beetlesmith's Ch. 19

Gabby hadn't taken her eyes off me as she reprimanded Candice, and blazed with desire to be next. I smiled at her, and I was about to crook a finger her way to tell her to join us, when we all heard a muted plea coming from a sheltered corner of the room, "Please...please...please, someone please fuck me."

It was Raven.

I hate to admit it, but everyone, myself included, had completely forgotten about her. Her fermenting and fetid brain must be close to sexual hemorrhage by now.

Sure enough, as we gathered around our captive, Raven's body was in chaotic, involuntary spasm. Her right eye, in particular, was twitching ceaselessly as she looked up at us. Her face, hair, and upper torso were covered with a pasty concoction of rank sweat, semen and female ejaculate.

Denise kneeled down at eye-level with Raven, and asked, "Well dear, here we are again. Do I need to ask whether you learned your lesson?"

Raven's right eye was twitching more rapidly than before, as she vigorously shook her head.

"So, are we going to hear anymore 'snark' out of you? Or hear your snotty remarks about 'fag hags,' 'Babbitts,' 'Crypt Keepers,' or 'oversexed zombie ghouls?' Will we still hear your shitty disrespect toward your betters?"

"No! Please! Cut me loose. I promise I won't say anything. I promise to be nice."

"I don't know," Denise teased, "What do you think Jackie. Should we turn her loose?"

Jackie knelt down alongside Denise. Pulling Raven's matted hair off her forehead and smoothing it back, she said, tongue in cheek, "I don't know, Denise. She still has that whinny lilt in her voice. Even when she's trying to be nice she sounds insincere."

"Yes, I think your right, Jackie" Denise continued in a voice of fake contemplation, "Her promises don't sound genuine. She needs to spend a bit more time in reflection. Then maybe the next time she's invited to a stranger's home, she'll think twice about acting like a spoiled cunt."

Jackie softly patted Raven at the top of her right buttock, just below the small of her back. Raven's arms and legs stiffened against her bonds, and she groaned loudly to the waves of pleasure that even Jackie's soft tapping imparted.

"My, youare ready to burst. But we're going to let you stew for another hour or so," said Denise.

"An hour, you're generous! I was thinking of leaving her at least until midnight. That should give her pussy enough time to melt." Jackie countered.

It was a perfectly executed sequence of 'bad cop-worse cop'—although it was unclear which was which.

Raven dissolved into a babbling idiot right before our eyes. She blurted out in a panic, "No! Please! Please! I'll be good. I promise. I'll do anything you want. Please don't leave me here! Please..." her voice trailed off into a series of frightened and anxious sobs.

Jackie made it out as if she was musing over Raven's plea, then compromised, "How about we keep you tied down for just a couple more hours? Does that sound good?"

"No, please, I can't take it anymore! Please, let me go!"

Seeing that Raven was close to having a stroke, Denise took pity on her, "No Jackie, I think we can untie her, as long as she behaves."

Raven was barely able to muster a hoarse, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, thank you, thank you."

Denise took a hold of the stop on the anal plug, saying, "First, though, let's take out our little plug, shall we. Now relax dear."

What with the tight fit and greasy stop, Denise's hand continued to slip off the plug, causing Raven no end in sexual, tortured agony. Finally, gripping it hard with both hands, the plug slid out with only a bit more effort. Denise giggled, asking rhetorically, "Agonizing, wasn't it dear? You almost feel you could come with just the right amount of flexing, but no matter what you do, it never quite puts you over the top."

Raven was crying out of relief, and just shook her head.

"Jackie dear, could you bring me one of those egg vibrators? I think one's on the other side of the couch." As Jackie went looking for the item in question, Denise wiped a thin layer of sweat from the small of Raven's back, and said, "Now, dear, I'm sticking my neck out for you by setting you free, so don't make a fool out of me."

Raven, still crying, responded with another vigorous headshake.

Jackie came back with the vibrator, and said to Denise half-jokingly as she handed it to her, "You sure about this?"

Denise looked directly at her soon to be ex-husband, while saying, "No, but it won't be the first time I put trust in an asshole, and I'm sure it won't be the last."

"You can trust me. Please, use me any way you want, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck my face, but just fuck me. I can't stand it any longer, just make me come."

The egg vibrator hummed quietly as Denise put it to the lowest setting.

The best way to describe what happened next is to picture an ice dam bursting in the spring. It all starts as the warming sun begins to weaken the dam. A slow trickle of water soon emerges, migrating through the narrowest of seams in the icy structure. The seam widens as the surrounding ice begins to melt due to the movement of the water, and soon that trickle becomes a stream. More ice melts as the stream flows faster. Eventually, the ice dam weakens to the point that it gives way all at once, catastrophically releasing the deep reservoir of water contained behind.

Reaching around and under, Denise provided the 'heat' to the 'ice dam' as she set the vibrator just at the top of Raven's mons—right at the base of the 'Eat Me' tattoo—and slowly moved it laterally across her body.

As soon as Denise touched the vibrator to Raven's skin, Raven began to chant, "Oh my god...Jesus," over and over. At first, the phrase came out as a low and deep, throaty rumble. However, as Denise brought the vibrator closer to Raven's pussy, she increased the volume and pitch of her chanting until they became long and loud wails. Toward the end, having exhausted her voice, Raven just panted out, "Jesus," sounding as a hoarse, high-pitched whisper.

More impressive than Raven's verbal crescendos, was the dripping, leaking, and finally, bursting of the ice queen's metaphorical ice dam. Between all of her uttered, 'Oh my god...Jesus',' everyone began to notice the sound of her arousal, dripping onto the seat cushion of the lounger. It was slow at first, just an irregular drip...drip...drip, but as Denise eased the vibrator closer to her pussy, the drips became more regular and frequent, almost trickling, as if someone were slowly opening a valve.

As Raven neared nirvana, Denise held the vibrator a scant few millimeters from the tip of Raven's pussy for one last, long, agonizing tease. Raven barely move in those last agonizing moments, until the very end, when all the muscles in her body, having gone stiff from tension, began to quiver from strain. The quivering began in her in her hands and arms as they pulled tightly against her bonds, but quickly extended out to her torso, as her chest, stomach and thigh muscles began to vibrate as a tuning fork.

Everyone held their breath as Raven was trapped in sexual hell, nearly motionless. Even her breathing, shallow though it was, stopped, as she held her breath to the incoming tide. Only the involuntary quivering of her body and the sound of her continual arousal trickling against the now saturated seat cushion, were the only signs she was alive.

She did manage to squeak out, one last, "Oh my god...Jesus," just before...

It was then that Karen noticed impending disaster.

"Denise! Wait!" she yelled, but it was too late as Denise touched the vibrator to Raven's clitoris.

Raven's ice dam burst. Pulse, after lounger drenching pulse, shot out of Raven's pussy. Each pulse was met with renewed shrieks to the Almighty, as well as oaths of undying loyalty and friendship to Denise.

Cheers, applause and laughter erupted from all the onlookers as Raven continued to ejaculate with a force and volume rarely seen outside a fireman's hose.

Eventually, as the pulses and volume of fluid began to dissipate back to a normal trickle, signaling a waning to Raven's climax, a captivatingly warm smile of satisfaction unfolded across her face.

The only one not cheering was Karen. I squeezed her ass, getting her attention above all the yelling and clapping, to say, "Let me guess, you forgot to Scotchguard the furniture like I told you."

"No, I did. I treated all the seat cushions on the first floor, and did my vanity chair in the bedroom. You know, just in case some of us ended up stairs. I even put stain-resister on the carpets." She paused a moment, shaking her head in disbelief, before continuing, "I just didn't think I would need to do the back cushions, as well. Oh well, live and learn."

As Raven laid a heavy head down with a contented sigh, Denise smiled, and said as she walked away, "Okay guys, take a last shot before untying her."

The men pounced. They pushed themselves to and fro, and pushed each other out of the way to gain any advantage in securing an available orifice—three in front, two in back to start, then shifting around. Some even used the crook of her arm to slide into when no hole was available. The visual of their sexual frenzy toward Raven looked almost like a pride of lions feasting on a fresh kill.

It was about five minutes later when they were finished—at least for the time being. Raven stood with wobbly legs, the ligature marks still starkly evident around her wrists, thighs and ankles. She looked around, blankly, as if she didn't know where, or even who, she was, and her face, hair and hindquarters where smeared with a fresh and heavy coat of semen, which just covered the older, flakier coating underneath—she looked lost and a mess.

Karen tried to keep from laughing, and said, "Holly, why don't you take Raven into the guest bathroom and help clean her up. It's just upstairs and to your left. Oh, and clean that plug," she said as an afterthought.

Raven blurted, "Not Holly, anyone but Holly!"

Putting her hands on her hips, Denise started to say to Raven, "So, even after I vouched for you, you're still going to be a disagreeable little twat, aren't..."

Before Denise could finish, Raven grabbed Holly's hand and pulled her toward the stairs, saying, "Come on bitch, let's hurry."

Everyone laughed at Raven's sudden change in heart toward her 'treasonous' friend—amazing the effect of even the smallest, tangential threat of being tied to the lounger did for motivation.

Before the laughter died down, Jackie began clapping her hands for attention, while saying, "Okay everybody, let's play a little game. I want the guys on one side of the room and the girls on the other."

With a slightly irritated tone of voice, Karen asked, "Jackie, what are you doing?"

"I was thinking about our little blowjob game from last time," Jackie answered, brightly.

"There are not enough men for that, Jackie."

Doing a quick head count, Jackie answered, "So, we can make it a two-on-one deal," then dropping her voice low and sultry, she added, "I don't think the guys would mind."

"That's sweet of you Jackie, but this is my show. Let me handle it."

Jackie started to turn away from her cousin, looking dejected that Karen wouldn't let her be the demented Mistress of Ceremony this time. Karen held her, though, and pulled her tight against her body. Then running her fingers through her cousin's hair, Karen pressed her lips into Jackie's.

It was such a kiss of passion and lust that it took Jackie by complete surprise. So much so, that at first, she just stood stiffly in Karen's embrace, wide-eyed, with her arms dangling at her sides. However, as Karen pushed her tongue deeper into her mouth, slowly, ever so slowly, Jackie's eyes closed to the passion. Then bringing her own arms up, she wrapped them tight around Karen's waist. With that, Jackie fully let herself go, and fell as deep into the kiss as Karen.

They stayed locked in that embrace, standing in the middle of the room, oblivious to everyone except themselves. With lips, breasts and montes firmly pressed against each other, their tongues played and danced in and out of their mouths wildly. Their hands danced as well, caressing and exploring any exposed part of their bodies. First, by running their fingers madly through their hair, then shifting lower with gentle scrapes of their nails down their backs, or along their bellies, caressing the sides of their breasts that were pressed out sideways from their hug, and finally ending the dance with firm, yet playful, squeezes of their buttocks. The kiss went on and on until everyone watching hooted and cheered their approval.

When they finally disengaged, a small strand of saliva still connected the two by their lips. Jackie's eyes smoldered in love and lust for Karen as she stared at her, unblinking.

Karen put a gentle hand on Jackie's cheek, and said with equal tenderness, "You have always had the softest lips. Now, let me handle it."

"Yes, Queen Mistress," Jackie said, as she lowered her eyes from Karen's gaze.

Jesus, Karen's getting good at this. Before the nights over, she'll have them all bowing down and worshiping her.

Then to everyone, Karen said, "I have a little something planned for us. Just sit tight for a second while Jackie and I get a few things."

As Karen and Jackie left the room, some of the guests looked at me with a questioning eye. I just shrugged my shoulders. I wasn't sure exactly what was on Karen's mind, but I was sure it was going to be one of those 'surprises' she didn't want to tell me about earlier in the day.

They returned shortly, each carrying an arm full of my neckties.

Now there was another question on everyone's mind, which was finally verbalized by Jack after some moments of silence, "Jesus Christ Will, how many fucking ties do you own?"

"Someone keeps giving me them for my birthday and Christmas," I answered, blandly.

Seeing a chance to prick Karen's ego, Lisa piped up, "You ever thought about giving Will something else for a change? At least I get Bob some nice cologne once in a while." Holding up a particularly loud tie, Lisa said laughingly, "Jesus Karen, were you drunk when you bought this?" Karen ignored the digs, so Lisa continued, "Karen must really suck a mean dick, Will, because if I gave Bob this many shitty ties he..."

Karen couldn't take it anymore, and said, defensively, "No, I wasn't drunk, it was a gag gift. And, I get Will other things besides ties. So, shut up Lisa or no more fun for you."

"Sorry," Lisa answered, sarcastically, while rolling her eyes. She gave me a quick look of sympathy, and quietly mouthed, 'Gag gift is right,' then made a fake gagging motion by slipping her finger into her mouth. I smiled and winked back.

"Okay," Karen began in all her Queen Mistress glory, "Is everyone here? Where's Holly and Raven? Oh, there you are. Alright, bitches over here with me."

Thinking that she was only talking about Holly and Raven, most of the women stayed where they were, while the two Goth girls dutifully complied.

Karen scowled. Placing her hands on hips, she said loudly and firmly, "You're all fucking bitches to me. Now everyone get your cute, little buns over here!"

It looked like a stampede as all the women flocked at once toward Karen.

"That's better," Karen smirked, "Now, on your knees with hands behind your back."

A few of them went down immediately, but most of them hesitated. A few even grumbled a bit at Karen's rude, domineering tone and behavior.

"Shut up and get on your knees," Karen growled, "Or else we'll tie you to the chair like Raven." That motivated them, as they all dropped to their knees.

Karen continued in Queen Mistress mode, "If I see any more hesitation or hear even the teensiest complaint from any of you, I'll make sure you sit out the rest of the evening watching the others have their fun. Am I clear?"

"Yes," they all said in unison.

"Yes what, bitches?"

So far, only a few of them knew what she meant—Cecilia, Denise, Linda and Jackie—and they said in unison, "Yes, Queen Mistress." When the rest heard the correct response, they too, said it in unison.

Karen smiled, "Very good, bitches. Okay Jackie, you know what to do."

I heard Jackie command, "Okay ladies, keep your heads bowed and those hands behind your back..."

Leaving Jackie to complete her task, Karen made her way over to me. As a prelude to a request, she kissed me deeply, then asked, "You care if I use you a bit, Sir?"

"What do you have in mind, my little cock slave?"

"I'm thinking a little 'DP' with you and Mark as studs."

"All of them?"

Putting on the cutest, pixie smile I'd ever seen from her, she nodded her head, "Mm hmm."

"What about the men? Don't you think they might get a little pissed watching Mark and I have all the fun, particularly with their wives, while they sit on the sidelines? Orgy etiquette, and who can fuck who and when, extends only so far."

"I've got something for the guys to do."

"And not with each other, I hope."

Again, she shot me that pixie smile, accompanied by a wink.

"Karen," I said slowly, yet sternly.

"Oh, all right," she answered with disappointment, and sounding just like a child who was told for the last time to go to bed.

I was curious to see how she was going to do this, essentially turning the four husbands into pseudo-cuckolds, at least, temporarily—well, three plus Phil, anyway.

She gathered all the guys up and put them in a line, side by side. Then, starting at one end, she slowly walked down the line, like she was inspecting the troops, while making her pitch.

"Guys, I have a little something special planned for your wives and sweethearts, and I'm going to need your help. They work hard for you, don't they? And they do all those yummy things for you, day or night, no matter their mood at the time, and usually without complaint. Don't you think they deserve something extra special? Am I right?" She waited for them to nod their heads before continuing, "And what could be more special than a couple of huge cocks for them to enjoy? It's just about every woman's secret desire to be turned into an unbridled cock slut at least once in their lives."

As Karen's saying this, she's stopping at each of the men in turn. Then, while running teasing fingers along their stiff members, she gives each of them a brief, yet deep, kiss. It was obvious she was pushing strong thoughts of compliance into each of them. When she got to the end of the line, she asked again, "Don't you think they deserve to have the ultimate woman's fantasy realized at least once?"

Almost all of them answered, unanimously, as if in a trance, "Yes, Queen Mistress."

The lone exception was Carl, who had to clear his throat at that moment. I don't think Carl's non-answer stemmed from any misgivings, it was just a coincidental tickle that kept him from answering. Karen thought differently, however, and said to him with overriding concern, "Carl, if you'd rather not have Darcy enjoy the special fantasy I've planned, I'd understand."

Before Carl could answer, a blindfolded Darcy made her feelings known, "Goddamn it Carl, don't you dare say no!" She hadn't a clue what Karen had in store for her, but she'd be damned if she was going to miss out on it because of husbandly ego.

Carl smiled at his wife's panicked and piqued response, and said to Karen, "Anything you want, Queen Mistress. I want her to enjoy it all."

She gave Carl an extra, soothing kiss of thanks, just to be on the safe side.

Karen then continued back down the line in similar manner as before, while praising the men's compliance, "It warms my heart to see so many husbands so fully in love and with such selfless devotion to their wives. Now, I don't want you men standing around doing nothing. Another of our naughty fantasies is to be ravaged by two, three, even four men at once. So, every so often, pick one or two of those beautiful ladies as they wait their turn, and have your way with them. I have only one condition, though, you're not to touch their pussies, or make them come. I'll be very disappointed if any of them come before they experience my special fantasy. Just remember when you're having your way with them, they're on their knees for your pleasure only, theirs can wait."