Limits Ch. 08

The release, when it came, was an explosion that built within her, that built and built until she was focused only on the rhythmic pounding as she rubbed herself again and again and again against Mel's hand. She could feel her legs buckling but Jude's strong arms held her until she could take no more and her whole body spasmed. It was all too much, all too strong, she couldn't take any more but she had to, she had to, she had to....

The room spun, it all went dark and Karen collapsed like a rag doll.

When she came to, Karen found herself lying on the floor with her arms still handcuffed behind her back. Someone was bent over her and feeling her neck to find the carotid artery. She looked up to see Beth staring down at her in consternation.

"That's better, her pulse is returning good and strong again. It was just a faint, I guess she got over-excited, although it might be best if she rested for a while. A glass of water might help."

With a quick smack to her bottom, Kathy was sent off to fetch the water.

Karen looked about her. Jude and Beth were kneeling on the floor beside her whilst Andy, Sarah and Mel, although equally concerned, were giving them room. Karen noticed that Mel had her hand held out and Lucy was licking it. With a start she realised that Lucy was licking off her juices and with that the whole thing came thundering back to her.

How could she have been so weak? Once again Jude had tricked her into making the most appalling spectacle of herself. She could imagine only too clearly what she had looked like, humping away at Mel's hand and, whilst she had been coerced in the beginning, she had needed no coercion once Jude had held her. She had willingly behaved like the worst sort of trollop, like a wanton slut, like.... She groaned to herself at the memory and her whole body seemed to blush. Kathy reappeared with the glass of water and, at Beth's suggestion she was helped up into a sitting position so that Kathy could hold out the glass to allow Karen to suck a much-needed drink through the straw provided.

"Is that better, pet?" asked Jude.

"Yes, Mistress, much better."

"Her colour has come back. She'll be fine now." Beth, her role as doctor now over, stood up to go over and kneel in front of Andy and resume being a 'slave'.

Gently, as if she were a little child, Jude helped Karen up off the floor and led her to the thrones. Jude sat down and manoeuvred Karen until she was sitting on her lap. Dazed, confused and more than a little overwhelmed, Karen snuggled down. Part of her hated Jude for what she had been just put through but, as she made herself comfortable, Karen felt safe and secure, a little girl on mummy's lap. Here she could appreciate the warm feelings that were still flowing through her body. God, that had been fantastic! Why did feeling so good involve feeling so bad?

"So, now that your pet has had her fun, what do you suggest?" Andy asked.

"How about a pony race? As an incentive the winner gets to put the loser on the dentist and arse fuck her," Sarah suggested.

"Fine by me. Hobbled with tails and tassels?" Mel cut in.

"Of course, is there any other way?"

"A pony race, yeah it's been a while. A fiver says my Beth can still beat your two," Andy added. "What about the new girl?"

"If you don't mind I think my little one has had enough excitement for one night," Jude commented. "I'm not sure she's ready for pony racing."

"You're too soft on her, far too soft," Andy commented sarcastically.

Quietly Karen gave a huge sigh of relief. She had been wondering what they were all talking about and was less than enthusiastic to find out the hard way. In particular getting one's "arse fucked on the dentist" was not only a vulgar expression; but what on earth was the 'dentist'? She snuggled up closer to Jude, grateful that she was not expected to join in for once.

"Which one is going first?" Mel asked.

"How about age before beauty, Beth, then Kathy, then Lucy?" Sarah suggested.

"Sounds good to me. Come along, my little pony slave, let's get you sorted." Andy got up from her throne and went through to the other room, returning with what looked like a horse's tail, some leather cuffs joined by chains and some other bits which were hard to make out. She put all this on the table and motioned Beth over. Beth got down on her hands and knees and Andy fitted the four cuffs to her ankles and wrists. Then she leant, reached under Beth and played with her nipples until they were erect. As soon as she was happy with this, she clipped on some tassels. Even from where she was sat Karen could see that they were quite heavy and, as they swung about, they would pull painfully on the slave's nipples. The final piece of the jigsaw was the horse's tail. Andy put on a pair of disposable rubber gloves before lifting it up to apply lubricant to the thick rubber plug at the business end. It didn't take much imagination to see where it was going to go.

"Now that's what I call a butt plug," Andy said holding the tail out towards where Jude and Karen were sat. "Get that up your slave's pretty little backside and she'll know all about it."

Karen shuddered at the thought that anything that thick could possibly pass up the narrow confines of her sphincter but, apparently, it was due to be inserted in Beth, so it was not beyond the realms of possibility.

Andy reached down and held Beth's buttocks apart with one hand as, with a twisting movement, she used the other to work the plug into Beth's anus. Karen could see the expression on Beth's face, which was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Indeed it would be hard to say whether Beth was loving or loathing the experience, but whichever it was her face showed that it was intense. With the tail now fitted, Andy took off the gloves and put them on the table.

"Usual rules. Once round the entire perimeter and the slave's head must touch each corner completely," Andy confirmed with the other two. "Jude, seeing as how you're not involved, maybe you can be timekeeper. We don't want any mistakes like last time."

"Hey, that was an honest mistake!" Mel complained.

"Oh yeah. Well it was my slave that ended up getting reamed by your honest mistake," Sally retorted.

"Enough, enough. I'll do it," Jude cut in. She slipped off her wristwatch and held it in front of her. "Are you ready?"

"One moment." Andy reached to the table and returned with a riding crop, which ended in a square of leather like the ones that had been used at the club. "Ok, when you're ready."

"Five... Four.... Three... Two... One... Go!" Jude counted down and Beth was off scampering around the room as fast as the chains around her wrists and ankles would let her. All the while Andy followed her and gave her encouraging smacks on the buttocks with the riding crop. Sarah and Mel also followed to ensure that Beth completed the course correctly. Fun or not, the three Dommes were very competitive. Karen could see the tassels that hung from Beth's nipples swinging wildly from side to side from side to side and the play of expressions across Beth's face told how this must hurt. When Beth got to the corner of the room she touched her head to the walls, before backing out and setting off again heading for the other room, with the three Dommes in tow.

From where they were sitting, Jude and Karen could not follow their progress through the corners of the other room but it wasn't long before they all reappeared, with Beth still moving as fast as she could and biting her lip in an attempt to hold back her various pains. On the home straight, Andy was really laying in to her until she finally reached the corner, nodded her head against the walls, and collapsed.

"One minute, thirty seven seconds," Jude confirmed. "Very fast, that's going to be hard to beat. Sarah, do you want to get Kathy ready?"

Andy led Beth, still in her 'pony' gear, back to the thrones and watched as Sarah prepared Kathy. The intense, if friendly, rivalry between the Dommes insisted that the chains, the tassels and the tails for the three slaves were identical. Well, the tail colours differed inasmuch as they were a match for the relevant slave's real hair, but the butt plugs were all the same, which in terms of how it would handicap the 'pony' was the crucial part.

Kathy was next to go. She was similarly prepared and, with Sarah wielding the riding crop and Andy and Mel following, she managed a very creditable one minute forty-one seconds, which left Beth still in the lead. Then it was Lucy's turn.

Karen was quite surprised to see how eager Lucy was to get into her pony gear. Karen felt that she would have hated every second of it and there was no way she could have taken a butt plug that wide inside her without damage. Lucy, on the other hand, evidently loved it all and had given a little grunt of pleasure as the tail plug had been inserted. Karen was secretly rooting for her friend, not that she had anything against Beth or Kathy, but Lucy was the one she felt closest to. As Lucy set off scampering around the perimeter of the room, Karen could see the watch in Jude's hand and, in particular, the second hand as it raced around the dial. It was going on one minute and thirty seconds as Lucy start along the last wall and, hobbled as she was, she had a long way to go and little time to do it in. Karen watched as the second hand hit thirty five seconds, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty, forty one, forty....

"Home!" Mel cried. "Timekeeper, how's she done?"

"One minute forty two seconds," Jude confirmed.

"Oh, come on!" Mel complained. "Surely she was faster than that."

"One minute forty two seconds," Jude repeated. "So, by my reckoning the winner is Beth and the loser is Lucy. If you ladies will prepare your slaves then we can get to the rewards."

Whilst Sarah and Karen returned to their thrones, Andy and Mel unfastened their respective slaves, although noticeably the tails and tassels stayed attached. Then Beth and Lucy went off to the other room, returning with a strange low bench. This was a wooden bench upholstered in leather and shaped like an irregular cross. There were two pairs of equal arms, one pair of about a foot, and the other maybe three feet long. Significantly, at the end of the two longer arms were sturdy posts reaching up to a height of four feet with a crossbar between them. Straps and chains hung off almost every bit of it. Without any prompting, Lucy lay down on her back, so that her arms were laid along the two longer arms and her head was resting on one of the shorter arms. This meant that the other arm came to about the small of her back and the rest of her body hung awkwardly off the end. Mel and Andy set to work and in no time the straps were fastened holding her arms and upper body firmly to the bench, with little room for movement.

Then Andy and Mel reached down for Lucy's ankles and, with a ritual 'open wide', they lifted them up and attached them to cuffs on the end of chains attached to tops of the pillars. This lifted and separated Lucy's legs up over her head so that what she presented to the world was her open and exposed groin. Karen could not think of a more lewd position to be in with everything so open and available, but at least now she knew why the bench was called the dentist.

With Lucy now prepared, they turned their attention to Beth. First her hands were fastened behind her back and then a curious arrangement of straps was affixed around her hips. Then Andy and Mel went through to the other room and, after some discussion, returned with a dildo, which, to Karen's inexperienced eyes, seemed enormous. They took it over to Beth and fitted it to the straps around her hips so that it looked as if she had a penis, albeit a particularly well endowed one.

Beth then knelt down on the floor, and Karen could see why the bench was set at the height it was; when Beth knelt forward the strap-on dildo was aimed exactly at Lucy's groin. Mel reached over and removed the tail from Lucy's backside but, almost immediately, it was replaced by the dildo, guided home by Andy.

At first Karen watched with horrified fascination as the dildo slid in and out of her friend's sphincter. Lucy must surely have been stretched to breaking point and Karen assumed it must hurt abominably. However, after a glance at Lucy's face, Karen was not so sure; it was hard to tell whether her facial contortions were pain or pleasure. What was certain was that Lucy was moving with the rhythm as far as her bonds would allow, that her body appeared to be welcoming this intruder. Beth too had a strange look on her face. In the kitchen she had shown herself to be a kind and understanding person but here she showed no reluctance in anally raping her friend.

As for the others, Andy and Mel were quietly overseeing their charges as if they couldn't quite be trusted to perform unguided. Andy had come round behind Beth and was moving sensuously against her slave, guiding her in and out, keeping the rhythm. Mel had knelt down beside Lucy and was kissing her on the lips whilst her hand played over her body, playing with the tassels on her nipples and straying to her groin.

Kathy too had moved and now sat, like Karen, on her Mistress's knee and Karen could see Sarah's hands deep between her slave's thighs which, to judge by the look on Kathy's face, was far from unwelcome. Jude too was holding Karen tight whilst her fingers played with Karen's nipples, stroking them in time to the rhythm that Beth, or was that Andy, was making. In fact it seemed like all eight women were locked together, as if all eight were feeling the dildo slide back and forth, as if all eight were feeling the ever-increasing sexual tension.

Without in anyway changing the metronomic pulse of her thrusting, Beth was increasing the intensity, pushing harder, pushing deeper and both she and Lucy were vocalising their growing arousal. For Lucy each push ended in a little mew. Karen still couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure or even both. Beth's cries were earthier and it was evident that as she pushed against the dildo the dildo pushed back.

It was Lucy who broke first. Her mews turned to squeaks turned to cries turned to a shout muffled only by Mel's passionate kiss. Her body bucked and thrust back, straining at the straps that held her. This seemed enough to push Beth over the edge and she too gave a deep cry and thrust her body forward, wriggling her hips so as to wring the best possible sensations from the dildo as it pushed back against her groin. One, twice, three times Beth rammed herself against her friend before falling forward, exhausted.

There was a pause, a long pause, and then the whole room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, I think another round of drinks is in order," Jude said briskly. "slave 'k', would you do the honours?"