Helplessly Tanya crawled after the angry woman as she made her way downstairs. Mrs Jenkins led her down to the basement which was done out as some kind of utility room.
"Now then bitch" began Mrs Jenkins turning to face the kneeling girl "From now on you will call me Mistress Jessica. You will obey every command I give you and you will not cum without my permission. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress Jessica." replied Tanya forlornly.
"Good. Now when my dickhead husband started getting less interested in sex with me, because of sluts like you, I needed to find other ways to sate my urges. So I did. Now I'm going to use you instead. See that washing machine?" she pointed at the machine.
"Yes Mistress Jessica."
"Get up on top of it and spread your legs so they hang down either side. Now."
"Yes Mistress Jessica" Tanya couldn't help herself. She crawled across to the machine and climbed on top of it. Blushing as she spread her legs for the older woman. She was all too aware of the display she was making of her soaking pussy and the shame of doing so sent another unwanted burst of arousal searing through her.
Mrs Jenkins then searched among the boxes in the room and came back holding some old clothes line and an old looking case. Setting the case down she moved beside Tanya.
"Put your hands behind your back." she ordered.
"Yes Mistress Jessica" Tanya replied, fear fluttering in her stomach as she put her hands behind her back.
"You don't need to say that every time I give you an order bitch." she growled as she began binding Tanya's hands together "Just most of the time."
Soon she had Tanya's arms bound behind her at the wrists and elbows. Mrs Jenkins had tied the clothes line tight enough that Tanya's elbows were almost touching and this made the helpless girl thrust her chest out.
"There" said Mrs Jenkins stepping around in front of her "Bitches like you parade their breasts to make men fall for them. Now you can parade yours for punishment."
Tanya hung her head in shame but that only showed her that already her juices were forming a small pool beneath her on the top of the washer. Another wave of humiliation and arousal crashed over her and she shivered and writhed.
Next Mrs Jenkins took some more of the clothes line and wrapped it around the washer and Tanya's legs, making sure it was nice and tight.
"In this box..." began Mrs Jenkins after a moment or two to admire her handiwork "..are the toys that I thought I wouldn't need again when I married my husband."
She opened the box before Tanya who gasped. Inside were many different toys, all sexual in nature and many of a bdsm style. Tanya gulped and looked up at Mrs Jenkins with fear in her eyes.
Mrs Jenkins smiled.
"Don't worry honey" she purred with a predatory grin on her face "I've done this before.."
With that she removed the first item from the box. It was a red rubber ball gag.
"Open wide" she ordered and helplessly Tanya did so. Once the ball gag was in place and secured the woman took out a red latex butt plug.
"Bend forwards" she ordered as she moved beside Tanya. Unable to stop herself Tanya did so, crying out into her gag as the woman forced the plug into her ass then pushed her back onto it.
Tanya writhed and wriggled, trying to get used to the intruder that was cruelly stretching her anus. She tried to flex her anus and push it out but the washer held it in and she knew that if she leant forwards Mrs Jenkins would punish her for attempting to disobey her.
Next Mrs Jenkins removed an eight inch black rubber dildo. Tanya's eyes went wide and she tried to give the woman a pleading look. The thing was too thick for her surely. Mrs Jenkins just laughed and ordered "Lean back".
Tanya let a whine of pain struggle against the gag as she leant back and forced the butt plug further into her abused anus. Mrs Jenkins roughly thrust the dildo into the bound girl and Tanya thrashed in response as pleasure and shame crashed through her.
"No cumming remember!" Admonished Mrs Jenkins and Tanya panted and wriggled trying to find a way to get any release from the intruders and trying to fight the ever increasing desire to find a way to thrust herself up and down on them. Whether she liked it or not she was now extremely horny and her need to cum was getting stronger and stronger.
"Now for a few finishing touches" crowed Mrs Jenkins.
A short while later Mrs Jenkins stepped back to admire the scene before her.
Tanya was bound to the top of the washer with her legs spread and bound on either side. The girls eyes were misted with arousal and need, her face flushed with heat and shame. A thin string of drool had escaped around the side of the red ball gag and dripped down to the helpless girls heaving breasts. The roping of her arms had thrust her chest forwards and a clamp now adorned each nipple. From each clamp dangled a short chain with a small weight on the end. The base of the dildo in Tanya's sopping pussy was visible though it was now slick with Tanya's juices, as was the top of the washer.
Mrs Jenkins Smiled as she watched the girl struggle futiley. Tanya, she knew, was no longer struggling to escape but to be able to thrust up and down on the thick shafts stuffing her holes, struggling desperately, now, for a different kind of release.
Mrs Jenkins glanced down to check that the washer had a full load before stepping forwards and cupping Tanya's chin. The girls glazed eyes rolled slightly as Mrs Jenkins brought Tanya's face into line with her own. Tanya's eyes slowly swam into focus.
"Now you're going to get a good fucking slut. Just like you want. Just like you need. Then, once the wash is done in an hour or so. I'm going to come back and start my next little bit of fun."
Mrs Jenkins let go of the girls chin and set the machine going. As the machine started to fill with water Tanya gave the woman a last panicked, pleading look. Mrs Jenkins just laughed.
"Remember bitch, no cumming. This is for my pleasure not yours." Laughing she headed back up stairs as the helpless girl wailed into her gag in frustration and the machine lazily began to spin. |