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Nita opened the door herself, brazenly nude, flushed and breathless. "Hello, Cathy dear! Come in!"

"Thanks!" replied the beautician. "You said drop in if I was passing so I did. Did I catch you mid-workout?"

Nita giggled. "You could say that! I was giving Martin a good hard caning. See?" she pointed, as they came in to the living room to see Nita's slave Martin, his nude body bent over the back of the lounge, his hands and feet tied to opposite sides of the lounge, keeping him firmly in place. His bottom pointed high to the sky, and boasted three beautifully parallel wickedly red double weals.

"Oh how lovely!" said Cathy. "They must have hurt!"

"Too right!" Nita nodded. "You should have seen him jumping!". She went over to the lounge and picked up the long thin rattan cane sitting on it. She swished it through the air, and the vicious sound it made carried a promise of intense pain. Cathy winced, and Nita smiled.

"Right then, Martin, we have an audience so be good! Number four coming up."

"Yes, Mistress." came the subdued voice of the slave.

Cathy watched intently as Nita laid the thin instrument neatly across both cheeks of the helplessly immobile Martin. He quivered almost imperceptibly as the light wood brushed his hind quarters. Nita slid it up and down his proffered cheeks, stroking and caressing them like a lover, then brought the cane up and back, and with all her might brought it forward with a vicious THWACK! across both pouting buttocks.

Martin jumped as if electrified, a muffled sob escaping from him, and Cathy could see every muscle in his body tense. Then his legs began to dance a silent dance of pain, up on his toes, as the fourth cut angrily and redly made itself visible on his bottom.

Cathy could not resist as usual, and her hand stole down between her legs, and began to quietly frig her pussy through her light dress and panties. Nita saw and smiled.

Nita ran the cane tip down Martin's trembling legs, and then in between them. She tapped under his genitals, and the hard plastic sound made Cathy aware that Martin was wearing the chastity device Nita usually kept him in. She wondered how long he had been trapped in it since his last orgasm. Knowing Nita, he had probably not had one since the last time Cathy had seen the two of them, over a week ago. However, Nita no doubt kept him busy licking her to orgasm several times a day instead, she knew.

Nita brought the cane up to Martin's bum again. "Offer it up, sweetheart!" she murmured encouragingly, then as Martin bravely lifted his bottom a little higher in response, up went the cane again and swished through the air to impact wickedly across Martin's straining bum.

And again, the howl of pain and the frenzied dance of agony for the delightful entertainment of Nita and her friend! Cathy had her dress yanked up to her waist now, and had pulled her sopping panties to one side, giving her questing fingers easy access to her dripping cunt. Nita flexed her lithe muscular athlete's body, her nude brown Indian skin glistening with the sweat of a job well done.

But more was to come, for Nita was bringing her rattan instrument of pain up again to Martin's tortured bottom, where a fifth mark throbbed hotly across the rounded globes. Cathy could see a gap between the two strokes above and the three below, and then just as she noticed it, Nita drew back the cane as far as she could then brought it down with sickening agonising impact right onto the gap. There was no gap any more.

Martin howled with pain, and would have straightened if he had not been tied down. His feet again beat the angry tattoo on the ground, his body helpless to prevent the waves of agony rushing through him from Nita's six magnificently administered strokes.

And as Martin bucked under the strict discipline, his agony brought Cathy to a shuddering orgasm under the educated efforts of her fingers. She rode the waves of pleasure in, and sighed. Orgasms from someone else's pain were so much more intense, she thought to herself.

Nita had strode forward and pushed her Brazilian-bare pussy against Martin's bottom. "Ooooh, it's SO warm!" she said, and began to gently rub herself against the tortured globes. She threw the cane onto the sofa, and began to rub herself more seriously against her slave. Then after a while, she visibly restrained herself, and began to untie Martin's hands and feet. As soon as he was free, Martin bent before her, kissed her feet and said "Thank you Mistress." Cathy looked on admiringly.

Cathy was drying her thoroughly saturated legs off with a towel and had stripped nude to do so. Her young pale body looked beautiful as she wiped her pussy juice off her legs, a lovely contrast to Nita's dark magnificence. "So what did he do wrong?" the blonde asked.

"Wrong?" Nita replied.

"What was he being punished for?" Cathy enquired.

"Punished? Oh no, I just gave him a caning because I felt like seeing him in agony."

"Mmmmmmm." said Cathy. "That IS a turn-on." She felt her juices begin to rise again.

Nita approached her, with obvious intent. The two girls smiled at their mutual desire, then Nita said just two words to the young girl: "Eat me."

Cathy did not hesitate. She lay Nita's hard gym-toned body down on the lounge, spread the Indian girls legs, then knelt between them and placed her mouth on Nita's glistening wet sex.

Nita's parts were open and ready, her need obvious. Cathy slid her tongue along the outer lips, teasing her dominant friend, though only a little. After all, she thought, I don't want to get her upset with me ... I wonder what that cane would feel like swishing down onto MY defenceless backside? She shivered at the thought, but also felt a strange thrill shudder through her at the notion. Then she concentrated on her task: sliding the tip of her tongue upward along Nita's creamy slit, up to the little hood at the top, then darting over and over the bud of pleasure, Nita's sharp intake of breath assuring her she was on target.

She drove her tongue hard at Nita's clit, spiking into it, then forcing it left and right across the pubic bone behind it, bringing moans of pleasure from the Indian goddess. Cathy then opened her mouth wide, allowing her top lip to quiver against Nita's clit, while her tongue slid slowly down below, millimetre by millimetre across the full width of Nita's distended labia, down below and into the dark interior of Nita's vagina. She pushed it as far as it could go, then curled it up to try to hit Nita's G-spot. She doubted she was successful, but Nita's gasps of pleasure told her that whatever she WAS doing she was doing well.

Nita's body began to throb urgently against her now, forcing the blonde girl's face hard against her pubic bone. Then she heard a jingling from above her, and saw Nita take off her necklace and throw it to Martin standing to one side. The necklace with the key to Martin's chastity device on it!

Cathy continued to lick, her partner fully in control now, but she kept an eye on Martin, who had now unlocked his chastity device. His cock emerged from its prison, and within seconds, it was hard. Cathy eyed its magnificent proportions, again wondering how something so huge could be packed up into such a tiny cage and kept there so long. She remembered being impaled on that hard member and the intense cum she had had riding on it, and her juices began to seep from her cunt again.

Nita reached out and grabbed Martin firmly by the cock, as if to confirm it was really there. Then all of a motion, she pushed Cathy's head away and forced Martin between her legs, poised over her, his brutally large throbbing cock only an inch from her wide open entrance.

Nita looked him in the eye. "Fuck me! FUCK ME GOOD!!! And make me cum hard, or so help me, I'll give you another six!".

Martin slid forward obediently, directing his massive appendage into the gaping cunt of his Mistress. She gasped as she felt his width fill her, then moaned as he thrust slowly forward, his length driving deep into her. Cathy sat beside her and began to gently massage the moaning girl's breasts and shoulders. Then Martin pushed the last inch of his cock into Nita, and she let out a tiny scream at his enormous manhood filing her interior.

Martin pulled out, then thrust forward once again, faster this time. Another deep-throated sob escaped from Nita's mouth, as the glorious feeling of the huge cock filling her overcame her. Cathy reached forward and began to gently suckle Nita's nipple.

Nita lifted her legs off the ground and splayed them lewdly high and apart, allowing Martin to thrust deeply into her, almost splitting her in two. He began to speed up the motion of his cock, driving in and out of her hard and fast and deep now, his long experience at this helping to bring her to satisfaction. Her desperate moans of pleasure cried out as his pounding meat drove into her cunt, his pubic bone slamming into her clit, the broad jutting head of his cock driving up her narrow passage, brutally massaging her G-spot as it passed, then tantalisingly brushing past it again as it withdrew.

Nita reached forward and grabbed her slave's bum cheeks, gripping hard onto the six double corrugations she had put there earlier with her cane, as if to provide a better handhold for precisely such a manoeuvre. Martin's hiss of intaken breath made it clear that his poor cheeks were still awash with pain, but his Mistress's pleasure was his main reason for existing and he continued to pound into her: thrusting, driving, penetrating, impaling.

Cathy marvelled at the sight, the huge penis of the slave seemingly too large to fit into the tiny body of the petite Indian goddess. But again and again it disappeared into her gaping slit, Nita's pussy juices creating a white foam of spend around the entrance to her bare pussy, and Martin's balls had also acquired a liberal application of his Mistress's sticky gushing wetness.

Nita moaned harder now, and Cathy knew she was close. She massaged both the brown tits before her, hard, squeezing them, pinching them, kneading them. Nita began to rock herself backward and forward, accentuating the already deep penetration of her boy's solid powerful manhood. Then she arched her back, grabbed Martin's cheeks and wrenched them forward, holding the huge cock at its furthest extent inside her and her body was visibly wracked with the spasm of an intense orgasm: the pleasure pounding over her and into her and through her, again and again, making her tiny body shudder and vibrate with its intensity, the waves coming again and again and again, seemingly endlessly, each one as good as the one before, her moan turning into a scream of desire and ecstasy and pleasure and satisfaction until she slowly began to ramp down the lower side of the waves, little after-shocks of pleasure still running across her body bringing gasps of horny desire for a second or two each for several minutes afterward.

Cathy looked on in open admiration. She had never seen an orgasm so intense. And then she looked at Martin's member, as he withdrew it from his Mistress's vagina: it stood, throbbing and powerful, jutting above the brown body of its Mistress, on edge. Cathy knew without knowing how she knew, that the massive angry penis was ready to spurt its long-held seed driving forth across that divine body at the merest slightest touch of a finger.

Nita's hand moved toward her slave's waiting erection, curving her hand into a tube-shape as it approached the ready-to-explode male tumescence throbbing and filling and seeming to grow almost impossibly larger before her very eyes. Her finger reached out toward it ...

... and pointed at it from an inch away. Nita laughed. "Good job slave. But no cum for you. Time to put it back in its cage. Oh, and clean me up."

Cathy's heart pounded as she watched the tableau. Then Martin's cock drooped a tiny fraction of an inch, and she knew he had no will to resist and the moment was over.

"Yes Mistress. It was a pleasure to serve you Mistress." said Nita's well-trained servant, and he began to dutifully lick from his Mistress's pussy the juicy remains of the orgasm he had almost believed he was about to share.

THE END

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