Beetlesmith's Ch. 19

She stopped in front of Phil at this point, and said directly to him as she lovingly stroked his cock, "I need you to be a complete man for now. The cuckold, standing off to the side waiting for leftovers just won't do. Can you be a whole man for me?"

"I...I think so, Queen Mistress," he said, meekly.

Karen stroked his cock a little faster, and mocked, "What?"

"Yes I can, Queen Mistress," Phil said, louder.

Still stroking, still mocking, "What?!"

"Yes, Queen Mistress!" Phil yelled.

Stroking him faster, "Be a man! What!"

Phil yelled with anger, "Yes, Queen bitch!"

Just as he yelled 'bitch,' Phil ejaculated, forcefully, as repeated jets of long, thick strands of cum shot out of him in quick succession, landing on the carpet a good five feet from where he stood.

Karen kissed him sweetly, and said, "See how easy that was. Next time, though, make sure there's a pretty face kneeling in front of you when you let go."

Turning toward Mark, she took him by the hand and sat him on the couch, "I want you to stay here until I return."

"As you wish, Queen Mistress."

Just before she headed back to the women, Jack asked, meekly, "Queen Mistress, may I take movies of the fantasies?"

Karen laughed brightly, saying, "I demand it of you, Jack."

It was all so masterfully done, and I don't think I could have done it better. Karen had turned all of them into subordinates, exacting from each of them, full permission and compliance for us to do what we wanted to their wives while they would only watch. She cuckolded all of them to a degree, while she had turned the one, true cuckold of the group, back into a more aggressive man.

She winked at me as she breezed past on her way to the women.

They were still on their knees. Jackie, having finished tying their hands and blindfolding them, came up to greet her. Karen and Jackie kissed each other as passionately as they had done before. Then, Karen ran her hand lovingly along Jackie's cheek, and asked, "Would you care to help me prepare them, or would you rather wait your turn with the others?"

Jackie immediately fell to her knees and placing her hands behind her back with head bowed.

Karen tied her hands at the wrists and blindfolded her. Kneeling in front of her again, Karen wrapped her arms around her cousin's neck and gave her one last, passionate kiss. Standing up, she said to her, "You'll always be a cock slut."

"Oh my god yes, Queen Mistress."

Karen walked slowly behind the throng of kneeling women. She taunted them at first, saying nothing, just walking behind them and occasionally applying a soothing and smoothing hand to their cheek or hair—caressing them as if they were her favored pets.

The women, aroused and nervous, shifted their heads about trying to discern where Karen stood at any one time, hoping she would break her maddening silence. A few tilted their heads up in a vain attempt to see out from under the blindfold, but Jackie did too good a job concealing their eyes. Arousal, sweet and succulent as a matured wine, dripped down their thighs, or glistened in the pubic hair of the few who had any. All of them strained their senses, trying to guess at the mood of their mistress Queen, and her intent.

I didn't have to guess. I knew her mood, and the reason behind this elaborate subjugation with neckties—it was for revenge. It radiated off her like heat from a sun-baked road. She still hadn't forgotten all those lonely nights spent in tortuous celibacy and humility. Never forgot the agony she had to endure, while most of those on their knees had enjoyed what she desired most, the pleasure of my company.

It was the same type of revenge I had extracted from her, using Lisa and Barbara as pawns, only hers would be more 'wholesome.' As such, I wasn't going to stop her, even though her motives were born more from malevolence than from lust, because she was acting within the boundaries I had set. Besides, she needed to do this to them, just as I had done it to her, if for no other reason than for her own catharsis.

Finally, Karen spoke, "All my Master's pretty girlfriends tied up in a neat little row, gift wrapped with such colorful bows. I knew that someday my presents would come in handy, right Lisa?"

She waited for Lisa to say something snotty, but Lisa remained quiet, shivering on her knees from nerves and lust.

She continued, "All my Master's pretty, slutty girlfriends, all in one place. And, now you're all my bitches, mine to do with as I please. How many times did you fuck him and suck him and hold him close behind my back?"

"I didn't fuck him," some said, defiantly. Most noticeably, dissent came from the wives, Darcy, Sara and Gabby, all the wives except for Lisa, who remained truthfully mute. It was a major slip on her part not to vocalize dissent with the others. I wondered if Bob noticed the tell.

Karen barked, "Quiet, sluts! Even if you didn't fuck him, you would have. So, unless any of you bitches wants to spend the rest of the night in the chair, you'll stay silent."

Seeing and hearing compliance from the group, Karen stood in front of Candice, who was flanked on either side by Lisa and Pam. Lifting Candice's chin so that she could look directly down into her blindfolded face, Karen asked, "You're my Master's secretary?"

Candice only nodded her head.

Karen noted her obedience, and smiled. "Good girl, you learn quickly. Did you suck my Master's cock?"

Candice nodded her head slowly.

"How many times...three?"

Candice shook her head.

"Four times?"

Another headshake.

"More?"

Candice slowly nodded her head. Fear gripped her.

"You sucked his cock more than four times, and you never called thanking me."

Candice began crying. It was obvious that Karen was pushing extreme feelings of guilt and fear into the young woman's mind, essentially twisting a mental knife into her.

"Don't cry sweetheart," Karen said with mock sympathy, "There's still time to thank me for my generosity."

Candice blurted, "I'm so sorry Queen..."

"Shh," Karen gently hushed her, "Always with silence, sweetheart."

Lifting a leg, Karen braced her foot against Lisa's shoulder, while positioning her pussy a scant few inches in front of Candice's mouth. Lisa strained against the added weight and blatant humiliation at being used as a footstool, but she remained steadfastly rigid in her support—she wouldn't dare do otherwise.

Wetting a finger with her own arousal, Karen ran the tip gently across Candice's lips, moistening them. Then, cupping the back of the younger woman's head, Karen pulled her into her groin while saying, "Now you can thank me, sweetheart. Lick!"

As Candice eagerly dove into her Mistress' sweet vitals, Karen continued to address the group, "All those pussy dripping nights spent with him, and just like this little, slutty cunt, not one of you had the decency to at least tell me how good he was, or even thank me. How loud did he make you moan and shriek with pleasure? How many times did he make your pussies squirt? How many times did you beg him to fuck your tight, little asses? I can only guess because none of you even bothered to call. Well I'm going to hear all of that and more from you now."

Karen took a moment to pull Candice off her and removed her foot from Lisa's shoulder. Looking down at the younger woman, whose mouth and chin dripped heavily with her arousal, she said, "That was wonderful dear. I can see why Master had you suck his cock so much."

Karen continued her dress down, "One by one, each of you will take a turn at showing me how thankful you can be, and I had better hear all your slutty, cunty mouth's moaning loudly in thanks. I'm sorry for those of you that will have to wait toward the end to take your turn. The wait for you will be agony. So much agony, but it will be nothing compared to the torment I had to endure during your secretive, little fuck sessions with my Master. You can thank me for that, too. At least I'm a benevolent bitch of a Mistress. Now, all of you stay silent and still until I return."

Karen wasn't quite done. Bending close to Lisa's ear, she whispered, "You can thank me later for not revealing your adulterous fuck games to your husband. But because of that little wisecrack about my gifts, you'll be last, bitch."

Karen slid up next to me, and quietly said, "Thank you for this."

I kissed her, and she fell into me with complete passion and abandon. "Anything for my mistress Queen," I finally said to her, and then asked, "How deep do you want their obedience?"

She looked them all over briefly, then smiled, deviously. "Cock slaves, Master. Turn them all into cock slaves."

"That's a tall order, but it will be fun trying."

She laughed sarcastically, "Tall order? Nothing's tall for you any longer," and then added with just a hint of insolence, "If you don't mind, I'm saving all your fuck bunnies 'til the end."

"You've no reason to be jealous," I said as admonishment. When she lowered her eyes in shame, I asked, "Does your request include Denise?"

"Yes, but only a little."

"She wasn't part of my little cadre, you know."

"I know, but she never called me during those weeks, either."

"She had her own problems to deal with."

Karen nodded affirmation and knew I was right, but that didn't matter. She may have already forgiven Denise, but she still hadn't forgotten. Thus, Denise was on her shit list, just as she and Denise had been on mine. Her ego was bruised and her mind was made up, as was mine, prior. She could be a vindictive Queen Mistress when she wanted to be—and I her vindictive King—so Denise would have to suffer a little tonight.

Karen scanned over the women once more. Most of them were beginning to show the first signs of the 'elixir shakes,' that head fogging, body twitching, pussy throbbing condition brought on by going too long without sexual release while under influence of the drug. Approving of what she saw—vindictive Queen bitch, indeed—she asked cheerfully, "Any preference as to who goes first, Master?"

It was my turn to look them over, but I already knew. Next to Karen, she was my most lustful desire, and I wanted her to be that special, pleasurable first.

"Sara."

As Karen went to see to my request, I waited on the couch with Mark.

Mark and the other men were starting to show their own signs of the 'shakes.' Like the women, they've been standing around, waiting, and the 'horns' were beginning to prick at their brains, clouding thought and judgment, and hardening their cocks well past the comfort level. Most dripped pre-ejaculate like a leaky faucet.

Yeah, they were close to frenzy.

Mark didn't say anything to me at first. He was still rankled about what I had done to his ex-wife. Jealousy aside, the silence between us was beginning to unnerve him. So, trying to sound nonchalant, he asked, "What's this fantasy stuff Karen was going on about?"

"You know Karen, or at least you should, she's always had a thing for 'DP.'"

It looked like he was going to strip a gear. I didn't think he could get any more sexually excited than he already was, but I swear I saw his cock swelling and stiffening further. The memory of his doubling Karen with Jack must still be vivid. Nerves and arousal percolated equally within him.

"It's just going to be you and me doing the deed on them. Are you up for this?"

"Yeah man, you bet, but do you mind if I take the pussy?" I shook my head. He looked over at the women, then asked, "So which one are we doing?"

Jesus, he was dense.

"All of them," I said with a chuckle.

He looked at me wide-eyed.

"That's right, all eleven."

Looking back over at the women, he started nodding his head while moving his lips. The moron was counting...now he's counting again. All cock and no brains, a male Jackie. I'm surprised he doesn't use his fingers and toes; the inbred imbecile probably has thirteen. After a few more seconds, he finally states with surety, "You're off by one, dude. I count twelve."

"What!" I quickly scanned the women. Karen was standing among the group, talking to Bob and Carl as she pointed at Sara. I saw the reason for the discrepancy, and said to Mark, "Just the ones that are blindfolded, moron."

Eleven, twelve, what's the difference? Even with elixir-induced stamina, this would take some time for just two guys to accomplish—probably impossible without the elixir—but I had my abilities to push them into screaming orgasm with just a thought. It was such a time saver. In fact, I could do it to them now as they waited kneeling on the carpet, and do them all at once. However, what fun would that be?

No, what was going to take the most time was Karen readying their assholes for my cock. It had to be done slowly, carefully and completely, so that there could be no chance of physical damage. A little pain before the pleasure was expected, but no damage could occur.

I had yet to fuck anyone in the ass since growing to my immense size, so I really wasn't sure if it could be done properly to all the women. All of my little fuck-mates balked at the suggestion of butt fucking at the motel, at times looking skittish, like a dog shitting peach pits, just at the thought of taking my cock through the backdoor. I never pressed the issue, though, so this was all an unknown. Add Mark's heavy tool sliding up their twats at the same time, and not only was this an unknown, I thought it an exercise in futility. Yet, where there's a will, there's a way, and Karen was very strong willed.

Karen's arms were filled with most of the toys and the lube as she approached us with Sara. As an added bonus to the evening's theme she was fomenting, she had Sara sandwiched between Carl and Bob, who provided her support as escorts.

Karen dropped the toys on the carpet, and then pointed to a spot in front of Mark and I. "Drop her there," she commanded.

None too gently, Bob and Carl half laid her, half threw her, down at our feet. Sara ended up on her side, curling into the fetal position.

It was real vintage, dime-store novel, bondage stuff:kidnapped in a foreign land by hooded, Arab bandits, bound and gagged, the mousey schoolteacher from Hoboken finds herself thrown at the Sheik's feet for approval. With just a nod from her new Master, she would be readied and sent to his pleasure tent. I liked it.

"Okay guys, supper's ready," Karen said to the other men. "Remember, I don't want any of them coming."

It was a stampede as all the other men bolted for the kneeling women. It looked like Pam or Lisa was going to be their first targets of desire.

Karen knelt beside Sara, and said, forcefully, "Up on your knees, slut."

Disoriented from the blindfold and without use of her hands, Sara struggled a bit rolling up onto her knees. She tried to sit up, but Karen forced her head down, "Keep your head on the floor for now, slut, and lift that ass higher."

Karen ran teasing fingernails along Sara's back and down her buttocks to her thighs. Gooseflesh erupted everywhere Karen touched.

"Nervous?"

"Yes, Quee...," Sara started to say, but a loud crack and the stinging pain of Karen's sharp spank silenced her.

"Didn't I say to be quiet?"

We could hear soft whimpering from Sara as she vigorously nodded her head. Her pouty lips quivered as she tried to stifle her sobs.

"The only time you can talk is when you thank me. Is that understood?" Karen spanked her again so she'd remember.

Karen waited for the sobbing to stop before asking, "Do you know what I have planned for you?"

Seeing Sara's head shake, Karen slid two fingers into the captive's pussy, remarking, "You may not know, but you're guessing at something. Your pussy's drenched." Sliding a slickened thumb into Sara's anus, as well, Karen pushed the three, inserted fingers all the way in so that her palm cupped Sara's perineum. She gently worked her fingers around until Sara's body began to quiver.

"Feels wonderful, doesn't it?"

Sara didn't move her head at all, but moaned loudly.

"Would you like something larger in there?"

Another loud moan, this time accompanied with a head nod.

"Of course you would. Cock sluts always need at least two big cocks to play with. Well, there are two very handsome and very large men in front of you. Find them cock slut. Find them and keep them happy while I get you ready."

Mark and I slid forward so that we were sitting on the edge of the couch. Sara moved forward on her knees, keeping her head low as her Mistress demanded, until she touched our feet. Rising herself up, I felt nothing but warm, moist lips and a hot, wet tongue as she kissed and licked at our feet and legs. Once she got her head level to our knees, she fell forward and to the right, slamming Mark's cock into her face.

It was so painfully erotic to watch her try and manage Mark's tool. Blindfolded with her hands bound, she was always stabbing at it repeatedly with an opened mouth, and always missing as his cock shifted away from her. Mark added to her torment by flexing it at just the right moment, making her miss.

He teased Sara with a playful, game of hot and cold, saying to her each time her lips came closer to his member, "You're getting warmer...warmer...you're red hot now," then flexing his cock away from her, he'd say, laughingly, "Oh, ice cold. Too bad, slut." Sara whimpered in frustration.

Finally, she caught him low on the shaft. Gripping his cock tightly within her lips, she pressed it firmly into his stomach and slid her mouth up until she reached his cockhead. With one, quick lunge, she slipped him deep into her mouth. Once captured, Mark arched his hips up to meet her.

Sara kept her head still, but tightened those pouty lips around his shaft, letting him pump slowly into her. Mark, usually a rancorous, talky fuck during sex, was quiet this time as he fell into a nice slow, mouth fucking rhythm.

The whole visual of Sara, blindfolded and bound, passively allowing Mark to fuck her mouth with his massive tool, made my cock swell further.

She handled Mark well, occasionally shifting her head up and down his shaft to match his pumping. Her breathing remained even and calm throughout, only an errant moan of delight made its way through her sunken cheeks. Mark didn't force himself too deep, even when he quickened his pace, he slid up and down with an easy glide, and making sure she didn't choke on his cock.

Saliva was beginning to leak out past her lips and slowly dribbled down his shaft. Sara tightened her lips further, a reflex of her mouth as she tried to swallow the excess spit that had pooled within. The sensation garnered from the tightening and the swallowing made Mark groan loudly. He was getting close, and Sara knew it. She quickened her subtle head bob.

As he approached completion, Mark put his hand on her forehead, holding her still so that only his cockhead would rake past those luxuriously tightened lips. There were only a few short, quick thrusts before I saw Mark's body stiffen into motionlessness.

When his hand dropped off her, Sara proceeded to suck and slid him deeper, bobbing her head slowly, almost lovingly, along his shaft. A river of cum followed the trail left by the saliva down Mark's shaft. More flowed down Sara's chin, dripping long and thick onto the carpet below; and still she continued to slowly bob her head, pushing that thick cock through those luscious, pouty lips. More cum flowed out.

Damnation for that damnable blindfold. Damn! I don't know how, but I sensed that she was staring in my direction as Mark's cum continued to cascade from her mouth. If only I could see those languid, dark gray eyes of hers; staring at me, longing for me, as I know they were, all while she sucked and bobbed and drained the other. If only that, I could truly die a happy man, and if not die, I would certainly have ejaculated from that sultry, slutty stare of hers.