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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26891 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: Triskele
It was date night again and Joyce was dressed for Faith to take her out, not in her usual skimpy lingerie – a baby-doll or scanty negligee; or some other revealing, saucy confection of lace and silk that covered little and revealed nearly all – but wearing a tiny, tight fitting, plaid, cut-off blouse – no bra of course – unbuttoned and knotted beneath her boobs so that it barely managed to hold them in while revealing the deep cleft between. To accompany it Faith had chosen a pair of faded, frayed blue denim cut-off shorts that were at least two sizes too small. Low cut on the hips with a two button fly, their completely inadequate coverage clung to her like a second skin, especially between her legs where they were tightest over her pussy so that their seam divided her Sex, running between her plump inflamed lips, pressing maddeningly on her nubbin. Behind, her ass cheeks bulged out below them and once again her pink thong was visible, running out of the crack of her ass above the waist band and high over her hips to plunge back in front down to where a tiny triangle of pink enclosed her lovelips.
Her hair was tied in two bunches and a pair of ankle length cowboy boots completed the outfit.
She knew that there could be no doubt to any who might observe her outfit that here was a slut; a woman ruled by Sexuality; slave to her own shameless, rampant libidinous desires as much as she was to her lover. And she felt it as confirmation for herself, if such confirmation were actually required, of what she had become – a women whose entire existence was devoted now to sensuality and submission.

Antsy, Joyce looked up at the sound of the front door as Dawn came home. Her younger daughter looked both excited and dreamily content as she said hello and Joyce realised that she recognised the look on her face as that of someone deeply, passionately in love.
She couldn’t help but smile at her daughter. She knew that look. She’d seen it in the mirror.
“You ok mom?” Dawnie asked, checking out her mother’s appearance. The youthful brunette rolled her eyes.
“Y-yes thank you dear…” she said in a thin sort of voice, nodding distantly. It had been yet another fraught day at the Gallery for her. When wasn’t it? She thought to herself with a lopsided smile at the recollection of her most recent bout of phone Sex with Faith.
Sitting behind her desk, her panties at her ankles so they could easily have been noticed by anyone who might have approached, her lover had instructed her to play with herself, masturbating while they discussed double penetration.
She could hear her lover’s words even now.
‘…two dildos…two *big* cocks…one in your ass and the other in your pussy, Sweetness…hmmm? Mmmm…sinking them inside you! Oh you’d struggle but you wouldn’t be able stop it as they’re forced slowly into you…filling you…stretching you…so you can feel them moving against each other inside you…mmmmm…oh it would be so much for you to take…you’d hate it even though you’d love it…you’d cry and beg…maybe I’d have to slap your thighs…but you’d take it wouldn’t you Joyce…you’d take them both? You’d take them all the way…thrusting deep…faster…harder…deeper…right up inside your slutty holes…again and again…until you can’t take any more…until you explode…coming like a dirty, slutty whore Sweetness…filled with girl- cock…’
She shuddered lost in her reverie, barely aware of her daughter for a moment.
Fortunately for Joyce the Gallery had been quiet during the call and there was no-one there to witness her pleading, moaning shame-filled pleasure as she had fingered both her pussy and her ass at the same time until Faith had let her make herself come.
Still she had barely put down the phone and pulled up her panties when the door opened. Pink faced with embarrassment and in the aftermath of her climax she had gone to greet the customer grateful that Faith had made her lick her fingers clean before end their call.

“What time’s Faith getting in,” Dawn asked, watching her mother fidget nervously. “I hope it’s soon before you…explode…”
Joyce sighed. “Oh…I’m ok sweetheart …I-I’m j-just a bit…” she shrugged. “On edge…”
“If that’s what you’re calling it now…” Dawn said quirking an eyebrow. “You just look crazy horny to me!”
“Dawn!” the older woman cried but her daughter only grinned.
“Oh don’t tell me that you’re not mom! I know that look…I saw it in the mirror in the girls’ bathroom earlier…when Jan-Jan had her finger in my ass!” She beamed a sort of dreamy look at her mother.
“Oh Dawnie…really…you mustn’t…” Joyce groaned feeling a little faint. Her sphincter twitched. Despite everything she couldn’t help feeling a ripple of arousal tighten her core even further.
Dawnie smirked briefly at her mother’s discomfort. She was about to say something about having to put up with the nightly sounds of her mother’s Sex life but thought better of it at the last moment. “Well I hope Faith get’s back soon mom,” she said. “But anyway – I gotta get showered and changed for Jan Jan…she’ll be here soon…and that girl’s ass is going to get *eaten* so bad!”
“Oh dear,” Joyce said wearily, watching her younger daughter scamper up the stairs.
Shaking with a familiar sense of embarrassment and arousal Joyce wondered, as she waited for her lover’s return, where Faith was planning to take her tonight.
She did not however, have long to wait and her lover returned home soon after Dawn to follow her into the shower. Shortly after, the young dark haired top reappeared dressed in a deep red wife beater vest, leather jeans and boots. Her lips were painted deep scarlet and her hair fell in tumbling waves. The smooth, bare skin of her arms seemed to almost glow and Joyce felt herself melting at the sight.
There was an unmistakeable bulge at her lover’s groin.
“You like?” Faith asked with that familiar, utterly self-confident grin.
Joyce nodded. “Oh yes, darling,” she breathed moving close to kiss her lover on the cheek. “You look *gorgeous* darling…mmmm…so sexy…and is *this* for me?” She licked her lips running her hand over the bulge.
Faith waggled her eyebrows at her older lover.
“Maybe…if you’re a good…if you do as you’re told…you might get to ride this big bone Sweetness.”
Joyce shivered. “Oh I will! I’ll be good!” she said.
“We’ll see,” Faith grinned affectionately.
“Oh I will…just say the word darling and my panties will be on the floor…and my legs will be wide open…just the way they should be…”
Faith nodded with a smile of approval. “That’s’ good then.”

Their date began fairly prosaically. It was quite mundane in some ways. Faith took her to Reggies Bar again where they just hung out, playing pool and dancing to tunes on the juke box.
It might have seemed ordinary enough but Joyce felt fiercely self-conscious about how she looked in her slutty outfit; but she also quite liked the admiring stares that she attracted as she draped herself over the pool table. She wasn’t good at the game – in fact she had no interest in it – but she knew that Faith enjoyed seeing her try, enjoying the sight of her ass as she leaned over to make a shot. And then between shots she made free with her hands to fondle her, spanking her bottom and groping her breasts; and somehow Joyce didn’t mind and she kept her legs straight, her back arched and her ass pushed out as much as she could so everyone could see how a tramp acted for her lover. Similarly she didn’t mind the way her lover made her grind against her as they danced – or how much others seemed to be enjoying the show. She was Faith’s whore. It was no secret. She particularly felt the heavy gaze of the bar’s co-owner, Kendra.
“Mmmm that is one fine piece of white ass…” the dark skinned young woman said as she sauntered over with two more drinks. She grinned, smiling brilliantly at Faith and then at Joyce herself, tilting her head to check out her bottom as it stretched her shorts while she leaned over to play her shot.
“Glad you think so…” Joyce’s lover smiled back and she reached over to smack her mature rump firmly, possessively.
“Ohhhfff…” Joyce exhaled, with a low gasp her legs twitching, heat raging between her legs in the tightly constricted sheath of thong and shorts.
“Oh yeah,” Kendra hummed in approval. “You *know* I do Faith, honey…”
“Jealous much?” Faith smirked, her hand fondling before she spanked Joyce again. She moved to place her left hand on Joyce’s back holding her down over the pool table.
The older woman moaned softly her hips swaying, rolling slowly, sinuously and she blushed as her lover squeezed her bottom before spanking her some more.
Kendra’s smile was lopsided.
“Yeah…well…maybe a little bit…but I do ok honey…” she shrugged. “Mmmm…but she’s a cute slut…that sure is a fine piece of subby white ass and you’ve certainly got her under control Faith! She fuck as good as she looks?”
“What do you think?” The brunette used her hand to press Joyce’s legs apart before smacking her again, making her gasp.
The brunette reached down between her leg, squeezing her Sex and Joyce moaned, blushing deeply, feeling the dizzying, Sexual rush of her humiliation as they discussed her while Faith showed her off.
“Well if the way she dances is anything to go by…” Kendra gestured with her head towards the dance-floor. “I reckon she must fuck *real* nice…”
Faith grinned and she released Joyce drawing her up blushing, panting from the table and pulling her into her arms so their bodies were pressed close together. Sliding a hand down to Joyce’s ass she pulled her hips tightly to her to grind against her.
“You do don’t you Sweetness?” she purred, kissing Joyce hard. “You fuck like a *whore* don’t you baby?”
“Mmm-mmm-mmmfffuhh…y-yuh-yes darling,” Joyce panted. “L-like a slut darling…your slutty whore…ohhhhfffuhhh…”
“Mmm…good girl…” Faith kissed her again. “You’re a good, obedient little slut aren’t you Sweetness…you’ll do anything you’re told to won’t you?”
Joyce nodded, “Y-yes ma’am,” she purred responding. “Anything darling…” and she sucked on her lover’s tongue, fellating it, and once again she felt completely Sexual, completely submissive; desire and arousal subsuming her. Between her legs her flesh was liquid , hot and her clitoris throbbed; her nipples ached in her top as Faith’s fingers reached between their bodies to pinch them. She shook in her lover’s arms.
“Mmmm…such a slut…you want to fuck now don’t you Joyce? You want pussy don’t you?”
“Mm-hmmmfff…ohhh…oh y-yes Faith…please darling…s-so horny darling…mmmm…take me out back baby…l-let me lick your pussy *please*!”
“Later Sweetness…I promise you’re going to be eating pussy later babe…”
Faith’s hips moved, grinding against Joyce, the bulging hardness of her strap-on against her groin and the older woman found herself clinging to her, answering her lover’s hips with her own.
“Ohhh…” Joyce moaned. “Ohh-mmm…th-thank you d-darling…”
“But first,” Faith said with a wry smile and a wink. Her lips brushed Joyce’s. “Why don’t you dance with Kendra?” she asked slyly, shooting a sideways glance at her friend. “I think she’d love to dance with you! You’ll probably make her night!”
There was a pause. “Ohh! Oh m-my! Oh g-gosh!” Joyce gasped quailing as her lust fogged brain caught up and she blushed again her eyes widening. “W-with Kendra?” she asked, stammering. “Y-you want me t-to dance with K-Kendra?”
Faith nodded. “Yes,” she answered her eyes heavy like her words. “I want to you to show her what an obedient subby little lezzie-slut you are…”
She looked quickly towards where Kendra stood nearby. The black woman’s grin was sharp in her sensual features; predatory, hungry.
She winked at Joyce. “If you’re sure Faith,” the young black woman said. “If you don’t mind seeing my hands on her…”
The golden haired submissive’s core shook, her belly lurching and flipping. She looked back at her lover.
“Ohh…ohhh m-my…” Joyce repeated herself, shaking in anticipation of Kendra holding her close; moving with her to the music, their hips and thighs together. The only woman she’d been intimate with was Faith. The sudden prospect of being close to another was shocking.
She’d seen Kendra with other women at the bar. She’d seen her dance; sinuous, predatory; the sensuous, domineering way she moved against her partners. Her heart raced. “Oh m-my…i-is it another lesson?” she asked, her mouth dry.
Faith nodded slowly. “A test…to see how obedient you are…how well-trained…how slutty…” she pulled her close again before releasing her; and, taking her hand she passed her towards her friend. “You going to do as you’re told Joyce…you going to show Kendra what a good little slut you are? Or do we need to find another way – a more…painful…way?”
Nervously Joyce nodded, not that she thought she had a choice; not that she wanted a choice. “N-no darling…I m-mean y-yes darling…I’ll do as I’m told…you don’t have to spank me…” she breathed.
“I don’t *have* to…” Faith’s teeth flashed.
“Ohhh…” Joyce breathed and then her heart racing, she shook; nervous anxious, fearful and submission filled her as Kendra took her hand.
“Come on Joyce…” Kendra said softly, taking her hand to draw her away from her lover.
“Ohhh…” she sighed softly again and the black woman placed her other hand on her bottom to guide her towards the small dance-floor.
She found herself slipping easily, compliantly into Kendra’s arms, moulding her body to the strange but familiar shape of the young black woman’s body. She was a little bigger, curvier than Faith. Though her waist was taut and narrow, her hips were wider; her thighs stronger, her buttocks more generous.
Shuddering as they moved to the music she looked up to meet Kendra’s eyes from beneath her lashes and she saw a wry heat in the other woman’s gaze. The black woman smelled of musk, her hair was scented with jasmine and sandalwood. She moved with a natural rhythm and Joyce quickly felt herself surrendering to her oppressive, intimate presence.
Her blood rushed like a storm wind in her ears and she could barely make out what the song was, slow with a sensuous beat. It seemed to transmit itself through them, throbbing where their bodies met.
Her hips rolled, gyrating softly. She felt her nether lips squish, rubbing together maddeningly and she trembled; and she pressed herself against her companion thrusting, unbidden, wanton as if it was the only way she knew how to dance.
“You dance beautifully Joyce,” Kendra purred, her eyes hot and intent. “Like you’re *fucking*.”
Joyce blushed. “Th-thank you,” she stammered, panting. “Th-that’s how Faith taught me to dance with a woman…as if I was on my back…w-with my legs open…”
“And how she taught you to fuck as well I think?”
The older woman bit her lip softly. “Yes,” she nodded.
“I’m sure you *do* fuck beautifully as well…don’t you Joyce?”
“Ohhh…oh I d-don’t know Kendra…b-but F-Faith seems to like to…to fuck me…” she said shyly with a renewed blush.
“And you like being fucked don’t you Joyce? You like it when Faith rides you? When she pounds you…when she fills your pussy and *fucks* you?”
“Ohhh…oh g-god…y-yes Kendra…” her eyes pressed close in distress. “Y-yes I do…” she said with a half sob.
“And I’m sure you look *very* pretty when you lay back…and you open your legs…when you’re wet! Is your cunt wet now Joyce?”
The older woman shook, trembling and she nodded blushing.
“Y-yes Kendra…I-I’m always wet…w-wet a-and r-ready…to be fucked…”
“Mmmm…oh you *are* a whore aren’t you Joyce?”
“Y-y-yes Kendra…”
“And when you’re fucked Joyce…when you’re entered…do arch up and tighten Joyce? Mmmm? Do your tits bounce when you’re fucked?”
“Ohhfff…” Joyce sighed, gasping as Kendra’s words rippled through her. “I-I d-don’t know…I-I s-suppose…”
“Mmmm I’m sure you do, Joyce,” the dark skinned girl corrected softly. “And when you’re spanked? I know Faith spanks you a lot. Do your legs kick? Hmm? Does your fine *whore’s* ass bounce? Does it jiggle *whore*?” She squeezed Joyce’s rump as she spoke.
“Ohhhhh…” Joyce gasped at the familiar two-fold pressure on her bottom and groin made her shake. “I-I g-guess so,” she breathed recognising herself in that familiar word on Kendra’s lips.
“Your white, whore’s ass must be lovely when it blushes…when it begins to burn?”
“Ohhhfffuhhh…p-perhaps…I-I don’t kn-knohhh…”
“But you cry don’t you Joyce? Pretty tears as you suffer and beg?”
“Y-yuh-yes K-Kendra…”
“And what do you beg for Joyce?”
“Ohhh…” Joyce blushed. “Y-you know…s-Sex…t-to be fucked…to be made to come…”
“Of course you do Joyce…and when you come…do you tighten? Do you squeeze? Do you shake and moan? Like a whore?”
“Ohhh…oh y-yes Kendra,” Joyce moaned, half sobbing with humiliation and lust as Kendra’s hand made her bottom move, her hips churn and undulated. “L-like a whore!”
“Mmmm…you’re lovely Joyce……Faith’s very lucky…” the other woman husked lustily, her hand roaming Joyce’s bottom again before sliding up to slip two fingers beneath her thong where it peeked above her shorts. Her fingers were hot against the flesh where Joyce’s lower back divided into the cleft between her buttocks.
“N-no-ohhh…*I-m* lucky to be hers…” she protested weakly.
“Yes you are!” Kendra tugged on the thong, tugging it up between her cheeks, pulling it to tighten on her Sex, splitting her folds.
“Uhnnnnffff…” Joyce groaned. Her hips quaked.
“Ohh yeah – that’s it Joyce…” Kendra pulled a little tighter on Joyce’s thong. “You *are* a hot old slut aren’t you…mmmm…ready to be stripped and made to bend…ready to be spanked…ready to be opened…to spread her legs…open up her cunt? Hmmm?”
“Ohhh…ohhh y-yes Kendrah…I am…ooooohhhhh…I-I’m ready…” Joyce surrendered and hips bucked, writhing as Kendra’s leg slid up to push her thighs apart with easy skill. She thrust herself against the young black domme’s thigh.
Kendra pulled tighter on her thong.
“Ohhhh….ooooohhh…oh Gohhddd…” she gasped the pressure unbearable; blushing deeply, suddenly quite sure that it wouldn’t take much more to make her come in this other woman’s arms as they danced. Her core quaked and she panted, begging. “Oh-ohhh p-please…please d-don’t…don’t m-muh-make me come Kendra…please don’t…puh-please…I-I b-belong to Faith…”
Kendra grinned cruelly but then suddenly, after that, her lover cut quickly in to take her, shuddering, from the young black domme’s arms and Joyce found her body shaping itself to Faith’s familiar, slender curves, adapting to the familiar movement of her body so they moved as one and Faith gentled her down from her imminent crisis soothing her, stroking her hair and kissing her softly; and she looked deep into her lover’s dark umber eyes to see delighted approval in them as her lover’s hand cupped her bottom, holding her close to her.
“You look good with Kendra Sweetness,” Faith purred. “Did you like dancing with her?”
Hesitating, Joyce nodded slowly, breathing deeply. “Y-yes darling…” she answered, her voice low as her need to come rumbled just below crisis. “I-I suh-suppose so…i-it was nice…”
“How did it feel…dancing with Kendra…being in another woman’s arms? Did it turn you on?”
Joyce nodded again. She couldn’t stop the blush that suffused her cheeks again, nor the racing heat between her legs. “Y-yes darling,” she breathed. “It felt different…good…Kendra’s a good dancer…she doesn’t feel like you darling but she made me feel Sexy…a-and knowing she could turn me on so easily…she made me feel…slutty…like I w-wanted her to…to fuck me…I-I’m s-sorry Faith…”
Faith smiled, giving her a knowing look that was almost a leer. “Looked like you were about to come apart for her…” she said and Joyce coloured once again as if there was no end to the ways she could be shamed.
“S-sorry darling,” her voice was soft, almost hoarse with apology.
“It’s ok Sweetness,” she said softly, kissing Joyce. “I like that it turned you on…I like that you felt like that with another woman…that you’re hot for her…*wet* for her…”
Joyce blushed again.
Faith continued; “You see I know you’re mine Joyce…my lezzie slut…but you know I like that you can be turned on by other women…”
“Oh…” Joyce breathed, understanding now. “Y-you wanted to show me th-that it’s not *you* that makes me a slut…i-it’s *me*!” Her heart pounded, her stomach roiling as her core fluttered. “Oh God, Faith…wh-what are you doing to me?”
Faith’s lip curled into a lopsided smile and she nodded. “What I said I would right at the start…you remember?”
Joyce felt herself become quiet and she nodded remembering back those few scant weeks to the night when she had promised herself to Faith as her slave and housewife.
“Understand now Sweetness?” Faith asked softly and Joyce nodded.
“Oh…oh g-gosh…yes…f-feeling like that with Kendra…” she stammered. “Y-you’re…oh you’re proving that I’m not just a slut – not just your whore – you’re demonstrating that I’m queer…f-for pussy…a-a…a dyke…and letting everyone see it…”
“That’s right,” Faith kissed her, her tongue swirling in Joyce’s mouth. The older woman’s head spun as she moulded herself to her lover’s familiar curves.
“Want to see what’s next?” Faith purred into her mouth.
Joyce frowned, puzzled, her heart racing a nervous sense of uncertainty quaking through her at what Faith might have in mind.
“N-n-next?” she asked hesitantly and Faith smiled in answer.
“Come on; let’s explore just how much of a dyke-slut you are?” Releasing Joyce, Faith put her hand on her neck, to guide her off of the dance-floor, catching Kendra’s eye as she did so.
An almost imperceptible look passed between them but Joyce saw it. She frowned, her body quaking.
With her hand on Joyce’s neck controlling her, Faith manoeuvred her towards the back of the bar and a door marked ‘Private’. Kendra followed.

She looked around the darkened room. It was half store-room/half office. Crates of bottles were stacked along one wall. There was a desk and two chairs; a couch. The walls were adorned with photographs of naked women. Joyce thought that she recognised some of them.
She quailed, confusion and fear assailing her together.
“Reggie ok without you?” Faith asked her friend as Kendra shut the door behind them.
The black girl flashed a smile.
“Uh-huh,” she replied. “Bar’s pretty quiet…besides…she’s got her eye on that blonde chick…and she’ll want the favour returning another time.”
Joyce looked, confusion in her eyes, between the two young women.
Kendra moved into the room to sit on the end of the desk. There was unmistakeable lust in her eyes when she looked at Joyce and the older woman shuddered.
Joyce looked sideways at Faith
Her lover met her eyes with a wolfish sort of look. “Get undressed Sweetness,” she instructed.
“Wh-wha…oh…oh n-no…oh Faith…p-please…” she panted suddenly understanding her lover’s intentions but the dark haired young woman’s eyes were hard once again and Joyce shuddered. She looked blushing from Faith to the smiling Kendra, shaking. There was a block of cold fire in her core.

“Yes Joyce…” Faith nodded slowly. “We’re going to fuck you… and you’re going to show us both what a dirty little lezzie slut you are…and maybe later we’ll share you…like we talked about – on the phone…now let’s see you strip Joyce…come on Sweetness…move those hips…let Kendra see your ass shake...”
“Ohhh…oh n-nooooh…” Joyce sobbed but she couldn’t help but obey. She’d long since gone past being able to refuse Faith anything.
Her hands fumbled with the two buttons of her shorts, unfastening them to shuck them down over her hips, baring the tiny pink scrap of her thong. She wriggled her hips as she did so, arching her back a little as she let her shorts slip down her legs.
The corners of Faith eyes quirked upwards at the sight.
And Kendra purred. “Mmmmm…nice damp spot…she must be dripping…” Her eyes locked on the place where the tiny triangle of pink that covered little more than her Sex, clung to the moist flesh of her folds, darkened to a deeper shade with her arousal. “You’re right Faith…she *is* a slut…”
Joyce felt that familiar swirl of emotions; the sense of humiliation having its usual effect – making her biddable, compliant; filling her with lust and submission. She unfastened her top, untying it to unwrap it, letting the weight of her breasts spill out as she cast it aside.
She ran her hands down over the swelling curves. Her nipples were hard and she gasped softly at the contact.
“Oh yes…nice…” she heard Kendra breathe with feeling. “Great rack…”
Joyce smiled now, feeling a little surge of pride at the young black woman’s admiring words. She knew now what was about to happen to her and though she still felt a sense of panic like thin slivers of ice in her core, she pouted at Kendra as she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her thong.
The scrap of pink clung briefly to the need that moistened her nether lips as she tugged them down and she paused to move her hips in a figure of eight before slipping them down her legs. She stepped out of them to lean towards the black girl and brush her lips over Kendra’s she offered her the humid, musky scrap of fabric.
“You best have these Kendra…” she husked and the dark skinned girl’s eyes widened the pupils deep and dark at the heart of her umber orbs.
“Kiss her Sweetness,” Faith instructed softly. Her voice was thick with arousal and as she watched as Joyce slipped into Kendra’s arms offering the young black woman her mouth, she slid a hand down to squeeze her black–clad crotch, a soft groan escaping her lips.
“Mmm…mmmmffff…” Joyce moaned as Kendra’s tongue swept into her mouth, muffling her, conquering her. She felt her hands on her bottom squeezing and fondling. A finger slid down into the crease between her buttocks, seeking lower to press against her rosebud. “Ohhhhmmmmmfff….” she groaned, shuddering, her hips jerking as her knot fluttered under the pressure.
She was sure Kendra would enter her bottom and she arched towards the dark girl’s fingers but then the pressure eased and she whimpered.
“Mmm-mmm…puh-please…” she moaned, wanton, to no avail. Instead Kendra spanked her, smacking her hand down on her rump in a salvo of sharp, hard spanks making her cry out in distress.
“Ohhh-owwwww! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Owwwwwww! Oww! Ouch! Ouch! Ahh-Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
Her lover’s voice husked now in her ear.
“That’s it Sweetness…” she breathed as she joined in, sharing her mouth as she spanked her as well. “You want us both to take you don’t you slut?”
Sliding deeper than ever into submission she moaned in response, gasping: “Y-yuh…y-yes…oh g-g-gohhhd yes…ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…ohhh-ahhhhh!”
Her legs kicked and she arched, her head flicking back as they covered her ass with wildfire, seeming to synchronise, alternating spanks at first before they settled into a rhythm, two spanks landing together until she was sobbing in their arms and she could no longer tell who kissed her; whose tongue she sucked.
She cried her eyes moistening and they spanked her breasts and her belly her thighs and then, opening her legs, her Sex.
“Hohhhhh-owwww…oww…owww…owwwwwwwwahhhhh…pleeeeeeeaaase!”
Pain wracked, deep in submission, she was laid, spread out on the desk top. She couldn’t say when Kendra had undressed as her dusky thighs straddled her head to position the plump molten flesh of her dark Sex above her face.
At the same time she felt Faith lift her legs, opening her, pressing them back make her fold in two, hooking her ankles beneath Kenrda’s arms as the young black woman eased forwards and down, lowering herself onto Joyce, filling her mouth with the lush, strange, liquid flesh of her womanhood.
“Mmmmmppphhhh,” Joyce moaned, muffled, gagged, her tongue searching out instantly to sample Kendra’s flavour, lavishing her centre with devotion so the black woman gasped, hissing in pleasure.
“Ohhhh…oh you’re right Faith…she’s goo-ood…ohhhh…the whore’s *good*…ohhh…oh fuhhhck…” she heard the black girl gasp, feeling her body tremble above her; her core flutter, rippling, clasping on her tongue.
Joyce’s nose nestled between Kendra’s butt cheeks, their generous, dark flesh almost smothering her, her eyes fluttered. She groaned into the fleshy kiss as she felt the unmistakeable nudge of Faith’s dildo against her ass-hole.
“Ogggghhhhhhhmmmmmfffffhhhhh!” She groaned into Kendra making her shudder above her in return as the pressure built and she felt herself yielding, her bottom surrendering again to take the tormenting shaft, swallowing it.
“Ohhh…oh yeah…” she heard Kendra gasp through the fog of her submission and desire. “Ohhh fuhhck…what a whore…oh I can feel you fucking her Faith…I can feel it on her tongue…”
Joyce was completely lost, suspended almost between the dildo that sank slowly into her rectum and the pussy that seemed to clasp her hungry tongue trapping it in its velvety grasp as flooding love juices filled her mouth.
“Oggggghhhhmmmmmfff…mmmmfff-mmmmfff-unnnnfff -huhhhmmmnnn-uhhh-uhhh-uhhhnnnnfff!” she gasped as Faith began to fuck her ass with deep, plunging, relentless strokes. But her tongue remained somehow obedient, devotedly worshipping Kendra’s lovemouth with every mote of skill she could summon.
After the long tormenting build-up Joyce was quickly swept towards her crisis. She could not now have resisted her climax even if she had wished. She felt transported once again and her body became a crucible of lust and ecstasy. She began to tighten and spasm and her tongue trilled, vibrating as it probed deep into the young black queen’s core.
“Ohhh fuhhhck! Yes!” Kendra gasped again from above her. “Oh you’re right…ohhh fuhhhck! Oh what a *slut*…ohhh she’s gonna make me come…with your cock in her ass…the whore’s gonna make me come…ohhhhh…oh that’s so good…what a mouth…what a slutty, cunt-licking *whore*…ohhh…a-and I think she’s going to come as well…I can feel it on her tongue…ohhh…oh fuck! She’s coming! Ohh she’s coming…like a whore…ohhhh…ohhhh fuhcckkkk-ahhhhhh…ohhh *I’m* coming…ahhhhhhhh!”
Joyce was helpless below Kendra as the black girl came, gushing in her mouth, filling her with girl-cum as she arched tensing above her, shaking crying out. She was helpless because her own orgasm was surging, scoring through her to explode like a super-nova from within her; from that tight circle of violated flesh; that ring of searing sensation so she cried, howling into Kendra’s body, bucking as her lover pumped the taut clasping mouth of her rectum with deep, merciless strokes that filled her bowels with the hard plastic phallus.
Later, still on her back, Faith fed the cock-stand into her mouth to suck it clean before sinking it into her throat, making her gag while Kendra used her Sex, leaning over her to fuck her with another dildo until she came again, gagging, her body shuddering, quaking, straining; utterly overwhelmed.
She had never felt so dominated; so submissive.
She wasn’t entirely sure how they got her home but once again any of her neighbours peering out were treated to the sight of her nakedness on the garden path. They never reached the bedroom Kendra ravishing her ass while she rode Faith’s phallus on the couch, her lover’s dark eyes holding her gaze as she climaxed, gasping and moaning sobbing with the intensity of her bliss, as earlier promises were kept.
It was just like Faith had promised on the phone as she strained, stretched and filled beyond what she had though possible, quaking, sobbing as she took the two cock-shafts; thrusting into her tender depths as they drove her to orgasm.
And when she woke the next day to feel two taut young bodies against her in the bed, the memory of the night before came back to her in a rush and her body ached.
Before the black girl left them Faith and Kendra shared her again, swapping around so Kendra lay beneath her and Faith took her in the ass. Her little knot burned. It was tender, agonising from use as it swallowed the silicone cock and she cried out but she surrendered, taking it and her lover’s thighs slapped her buttocks as she arched and her aching sex spasmed and clamped on the other girl’s dildo.

“So how was that?” Faith asked her as the front door banged shut below; the heat of Kendra’s departing lips still burning on hers.
She lay, exhausted, spent in the dark haired young woman’s arms. Her lover’s fingers curled a strand of golden hair around her fingers. Her lips pressed softly to her temple.
Joyce smiled, nuzzling into her lover’s embrace. She felt languid, limp and drained in the aftermath of bliss.
“I-incredible,” she breathed. “I-it made me feel so Sexual…so…so slutty…whoreish!”
“So what did you learn Sweetness?”
“Th-that just when I think you can’t teach me any more Faith…you find ways to…take me deeper…”
“Deeper?”
Joyce looked up nodding. “Yes *deeper*…deeper into submission…deeper into servitude…” She smiled again, kissing Faith’s fingers. “It’s like there’s never an end…to where you can take me darling…”
“Mmmmm…I noticed…you were very…responsive last night…” Faith used a finger to circle Joyce’s nipple making the other woman moan softly as her nubbin stiffened. “You liked fucking us both didn’t you?”
“Oh…darling yes…I’m *your* slave…your submissive…your bottom…I belong to *you* darling…but…submitting to you both…being topped by you both…being forced to take you both…to give myself to you both…it was…incredible!” She turned slightly to grin at her lover “You know I think I’m just a *complete* rug-muncher…”
Faith quirked a humorous eyebrow. “You just realised that?”
“No!” Joyce protested with a soft laugh. “Not really…but it’s like you said last night – until now it was all about you darling…I was queer for you…I *am* queer for you…I mean I know you’ve turned me into a whore…I know I’m just a whore…*your* whore…your slutty, dykey whore Faith darling…but I didn’t really realise until now that I was just so completely gay…until you made me dance with Kendra…being close to her turned me on so much…you were right…I nearly came for her…just dancing!”
“You’re amazing Joyce you know?” Faith said her face filled with passion. “You’d like to do it again wouldn’t you Sweetness?” she asked and Joyce blushed.
Smiling a little coyly she answered. “Only when you want me to darling,” she said from beneath her lashes. “This cunt belongs to you Faith…but whenever you want to share me again…” Her eyes fluttered, her hips rolling slightly. She smiled coyly. “You know I’ve got three holes darling…”
***

Intermezzi
Juliet Chase smiled as she saw Officer Lockley emerge from the police car that had pulled her over. Her ticket pad was already in her hand.
“Ma’am…” the blonde woman said with a knowing smile.
“Oh-oh-o-officer Lockley…h-hi…”
“Do you understand why I’ve pulled you over ma’am?” The police woman’s eyes sparkled as her moth twitched quirking into the beginnings of a lopsided smile
“I’m sorry officer…d-did I…I-I think I must have r-run that light?”
“That’s right ma’am…so I’m going to have to write you a ticket…*another* ticket ma’am.”
“Oh no…I’m s-sorry officer…p-please don’t write me another ticket…my husband – h-he’ll be so mad! Isn’t there something else you can do?” The mature housewife looked up from behind the wheel of her Jaguar, fluttering her eye-lashes at the blonde cop’s familiar features. “Isn’t there something else *I* can do for *you*? I’m sure there must be another way you can think of to *punish* me! I-I’ll do anything you say officer…”
“Well now then…since you put it that way ma’am…” The police officer’s thoughtful look changed into a knowing, wolfish grin. “Step out of the car please ma’am!”
Juliet Chase’s legs trembled, barely supporting her as the police woman patted her down by the side of the road, her frisking hands sweeping more intimately over her pleasant middle-aged body than the police code allowed.
“Well…another ticket…it’s becoming a problem isn’t it ma’am?” The blonde cop said shaking her head as she slipped a hand under the wealthy brunette’s skirt to slide up the inside of her thigh, parting her legs as she leaned on the car. “I don’t think you’re taking road safety seriously enough ma’am…I guess you better come down to the station house…so I can deal with you properly…”
“Ohhhfff…a-anything you s-say o-officer…ohhhh!” Juliet gasped as the hand up her skirt hand squeezed her Sex through her sodden panties from behind.
***

While at a nearby health club…
Sweat ran down Charlotte’s back causing her leotard to cling to her more closely than ever. She was grateful for the private gym sessions.
Sweat marked her leotard. Between her shoulder blades; beneath her arms damp stains darkened the fabric. She felt a trickling between her butt cheeks. Her thighs were damp. Her forehead was beaded and her chest heaved gasping for air.
She looked at her personal trainer through her weariness.
The younger woman was slim but, athletic with dark, coffee coloured skin. Her almond eyes were dark and intense above sculpted cheekbones. There was something undeniably potent, commanding about her as she ordered Charlotte through her work-out.
And the older woman felt an unmistakeable, undeniable shivering sense of attraction. Something about her reminded her of the young black woman Kendra who had seduced her, spanked her, dominated her for that terrible/wonderful all too brief time.
Danielle’s arms were smoothly muscled, her belly washboard flat and her thighs and buttocks taut, powerful.
Suddenly she was certain that the damp she felt between her thighs wasn’t sweat alone.
“Come on Charlotte,” the younger woman half ordered, half cajoled. “You’re hardly trying.”
“I’m doing my best,” she responded with a partial pout. Her voice sounded whinier than she had intended. “B-But it’s just…” She fluttered her eyelashes.
It was easy to slip into character; except – it was no act.
“What Charlotte…you’re hardly trying today!”
“No…I *am* Danielle…b-but I’m j-just struggling today – you know – f-for…” she paused, looking at the athletic young black woman slyly. “…motivation…”
“Motivation?” Danielle said her dark eyes narrowing.
Charlotte felt her gaze narrow in turn, intensifying. She shivered as the other woman looked her up and down before she nodded. Her mouth was bone dry all of a sudden; her nether mouth, liquid in stark contrast.
“Y-yes,” she managed to say, shuddering. “E-encouragement…”
“And how do you suggest I can provide this motivational encouragement Charlotte?”
Charlotte shook. She heard herself say the words.
“Y-you c-could spank me?”
Danielle’s eyes widened momentarily but quickly her look of surprise was replaced by a smile, raw avid.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she rasped, her smile lupine; hot lust in her eyes. She moved quickly, sinuously towards the other woman seizing her by the wrist.
“Ohh…oh my…ohhhh!” Charlotte gasped as the other woman pulled her towards her, turning her to swat the taut swell of her lycra covered bottom.
Quickly she was dragged across the empty gym to one of the benches.
“Over!” Danielle barked as she sat down to pull Charlotte down across her knee.
Charlotte felt her core spasm, her belly lurch as ice and fear warred with searing arousal. The bench was low and her hands and knees were on the floor. Danielle’s thighs supported her middle.
“Ohh gohhhdd,” she groaned as, once in position her spanking began without further delay. “Ohh…owww! Ohh! Ohhh! Owwww!”
The thin lycra of her shorts and the thong of he leotard did little to offer protection.
“Ohhhh! Ohh! Ohh! Owwww!” Charlotte cried as her bottom was quickly heated by a tirade of spanks. Her legs kicked. Her back arched, hair flicking.
“Motivation Charlotte?” Danielle asked pointedly. “Is this motivation enough?”
“Ohhh…ohhhh…owwwww….y-yes…ohhh…ouchhh…th-that’s right Danielle…ohhh…owwww…th-that’s *just* what I need…ahhhhh…oooooh…oww-owwww…ahhhhhhh!!!”
Though she had begun to develop feelings for Kendra, she had been unwilling to leave her husband as the dark-skinned young bar owner had wished. Their brief relationship had ended all too soon in disappointment.
Since then Charlotte had been at a loss. Her husband’s touch had left her cold. She had thought of asking him to spank her but the idea left her feeling a little queasy, repulsed. Besides she had doubted that he had it in him. His inability to master her the way the young black woman had was stark and striking; almost heart-breaking.
She didn’t quite know at what point she’d realised that Danielle was the answer. It was probably, she realised, something in the way that the athletic, dark-skinned beauty commanded her during their work-outs chivvying, exhorting, pushing and instructing her; dominating her; that caused the feelings she had begun to experience.
What Charlotte did know for sure was that the younger woman had begun to take over her private thoughts, featuring prominently in the fantasies that drove her frequent masturbation.
“Good Charlotte…that’s it! You’re not going to waste my time in future are you Charlotte?”
“N-n-nohhh! Oh! Ohh! Ohhhhh!”
“I want you to work *hard* for me Charlotte…so we’ll do this every session from now on. Ok Charlotte?”
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Owww! Oh y-yes Danielle…ahhh! Ahh Ah! Ah! Ahh! Every time Danielle…yes…ahhh…Ah! Ah! Ow! Ahhhhh!”
“And we better increase you to *four* sessions a week…ok?”
“Owwwww! Owww! Oww! Ahhhhhh….y-yes Danielle…if you think I need it Danielle….ahh…ahhh…ahhhhhh!”
Her legs kicked. Danielle’s hands were hard and cruel, spanking her bottom.
After a while she stood to wrestle with her leotard; downing her shorts and then her panties for her bare bottom to bounce, flattening and springing back, pinking, blushing suffering under the athletic younger woman’s pitiless hand.

Later, she would let Danielle take her in the shower, her hands as soft and skilled between her legs as she ravished her, making love to her as they were now hard on her rear. And she would respond on her knees; her head upturned between the trainer’s thighs; her tongue serving, until her mouth was filled with her new lover’s pleasure.
But before that, she found herself rising from over Danielle’s knee to bend over, naked, her hands resting on the bench, her back arched, her buttocks raised. Where the paddle came from she did not know and she had no time to worry as it blazed across her suffering rump and she sobbed, crying; filled with joy and agony.
And it was what she wanted. The pain felt like benison and as she wept, the moisture of her tears answering the welling flood in her hungry core, the torrid, tear distilling anguish was everything.
And somewhere in the recesses of her befuddled mind she knew this time that she would leave her husband for the younger woman if she wanted her to.
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