Sisters' Wimp

                               Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 13

       I was nauseous and covered with sweat by the time the trio of ball busters arrived to extend my day and add to the humiliation I'd already experienced. My kidneys had spent most of the afternoon dealing with the recycled piss that had been Mandy's bright idea. From the look on her two companions' faces, they had been clued in on what she'd done, and heartily approved. Once again Mandy took charge, suggesting I be hobbled with my hands tied to my thighs, which would make me much easier to control while they were escorting me to Mandy's car. They had waited until most of the employees had left for the day before taking me down the elevator and stuffing me into the cluttered trunk of Mandy's car.

       The trip to her house only added to my nausea thanks to the tight quarters, the strange odors from the contents of the trunk and the potholes that she seemed to deliberately seek as she navigated through the rush hour traffic. I was almost happy to be freed from that cramped prison, until I realized what was going to happen to my sorry ass once they had me inside and out of public view. Because the garage was attached to the house, they had no problem transporting me inside once they made me strip to the skin, which was cause for some snickers from my boss and the HR bitch.

       The moment we were inside the house Evelynne greeted us enthusiastically, wearing only high heels, a garter belt, and a thong that was almost lost between her swollen cunt lips. Evidently she'd been pleasuring herself in anticipation of my arrival. Her first question had to do with the hundred dollars I owed her for services rendered. Mandy smirked and told her mom that my wallet was in the garage, but she'd get it while her friends learned about all the horrible things I'd done to her last Friday night and early Saturday morning. The old haridan laid it on thick, exaggerating what we'd done and conveniently forgetting about her part in the strange scene that lasted for the better part of six hours. By the time Mandy returned with my wallet, I knew I was in for trouble with a capital T.

       Mandy made a big production about handing my money over to her mother while my boss and the HR bitch watched and smirked. It was Ms. Manning, who got carried away with the lies and exaggerations concerning my treachery and demanded that poor Evelynne had much more coming to her than a mere hundred dollars. Ms.Limenke jumped in with both feet and suggested that my salary check be garnished by an amount to be determined after I was properly punished for my despicable behavior towards Mandy's mother. I was toast; that was for sure. Mandy disappeared for a few minutes leaving me to stand there, naked and hobbled, while my boss and Ms. Limenke talked shop as if I wasn't even there. Unfortunately Evelynne was, and she made her presence known by fondling my family jewels and whispering that she and I would start having regular sessions once this evening's activities were concluded. I nearly passed out from fear and loathing, not to mention wondering just where I was going to get the money for all of this. I could just smell my balls frying on the stove while Jill and Paula watched with evil grins on their faces.

       By the time Mandy got back with her little surprise, mom had managed to create major wood from yours truly. The company mavens had been watching out of the corners of their beady eyes, and so it was no shock to them when Mandy announced that I had misbehaved in her absence and must pay a penalty before we moved onto my punishment for demeaning poor, lonely Evelynne. I wondered just how the little bitch could keep a straight face while telling  such lies. Before I knew it, Mandy was clicking a pair of handcuffs closed, neatly restraining my hands behind my back. Satisfied that I could no longer be any type of threat, she asked her mother if she had any ideas for a suitable punishment. The woman shrugged, so she looked to her bosses for some aid. Ms. Limenke surprised and delighted her by suggesting that I be forced to blow my nuts and then clean up the mess I made with my tongue while Evelynne gave me a good beating with a strap or belt, concentrating on my ass. Ms. Manning was a bit taken aback initially, but she soon realized that she was the only one who was. Once her roommate arrived, Lauren Manning's attitude would change one hundred percent, much to my dismay.

       As it turned out, nothing would be easy for me this night. Evelynne happily voluntered to get me off, but Mandy decided that getting off should not be something I enjoyed. Her mom seated herself on an ottoman and had me stand in front of her so she could alternate between sucking and jacking my hard cock. I was concentrating on getting off, so I was not aware of how close Mandy had positioned herself to us. I felt that tingling in my balls announcing a churning load was a few seconds from launching. I guess my facial expression gave it away, because Mandy's hands captured my nuts and began squeezing them with all her strength. The result was catastrophic; my hard cock began to soften at the same time as I started screaming from the pain. Evelynne was shocked, while my two bosses grinned evilly as they watched Mandy trying to make peanut butter out of my aching nuts. I was seconds away from vomiting from the terrible pain she was causing, when Evelynne saved me from a fate worse than death. She ordered her daughter to back off  because she was hurting me and my dick had gone soft. Everyone laughed except her and I.

       Evelynne removed her soaked thong, spread her thighs and crooked her finger in my direction. I knew the drill, and within a few seconds my tongue was worming its way into her juicy cunt. Mandy couldn't resist informing her bosses that I possessed a great tongue and she and her mom intended to spend plenty of time training me to be the perfect pussy eater. There was a gasp from Ms. Limenke, who evidently was in need of the type of services I offered. I sighed to myself, wondering just how I was going to handle Mandy and her mom, the HR bitch, plus the sisters from hell. Then it dawned on me that there was the distinct possibility that I'd also be servicing my boss and even her roommate. Then Evelynne pressed my face into her soaking wet crotch and urged me to see how far up her cunt I could get my tongue. I was so screwed it was pathetic.

       It turned out that I was my own worst enemy. I got Mandy's mom off, not once but twice, to the amazement of my audience. I was being urged to go for one more time, just to see if she could handle it, when Lauren's roommate rang the doorbell. Brenda was her name and from the way she was dressed and made up, she appeared to be of the lesbian persuasion. That is not to say that she didn't have an awesome figure under all that garish makeup and strange attire that featured chains and plenty of leather. One look at Ms. Manning told me all I needed to know about those two. She was most definitely the sub in that relationship, and probably enjoyed every minute and every inch that she got from Brenda. The arrival of Ms. Manning's mistress brought things to a head. Brenda took over the gang of women, including Evelynne, and got them organized.

       I watched with great interest as my immediate supervisor wiggled out of her blouse, skirt and undies to reveal an outstanding body that featured big tits and a tush begging to be spread and cornholed. It was my guess that Lauren had that pleasure quite frequently. Not to be outdone, Ms. Limenke's business suit soon joined Lauren's garments on the floor to show off her willowy frame that sported a set of jugs that almost matched those of my supervisor. That left Mandy Monroe still dressed, and obviously reluctant to reveal her skinny frame and immature chest. Brenda gave her the evil eye and sweetly asked if she needed any assistance in getting rid of those tacky garments. Mandy blushed scarlet and with trembling fingers began to disrobe, while the rest of us watched. I had major wood just from looking at the two women from the office, but that little perk would soon be history.

       Why the sight of Mandy's naked body got Brenda all hot and bothered was something I'd never understand, but it did. I glanced over at Lauren and discovered she too was not exactly thrilled over Brenda's reaction to her underling. Anything that allowed me to not be the main focus of this group was fine with me. Unfortunately Evelynne remembered that she was supposed to get me off and so she did. It was no big thing considering the stimulus I had from the bare bodies of Ms. Manning and Limenke. I did a good imitation of a fire hose and splattered my hot cum all over the ottoman and carpet. Quick as a wink Mandy ratted me out to her new mistress and I found myself grabbed by the nape and my face planted first against the carpet so I could suck up my cum along with plenty of captured dust mites, dirt and other mystery materials that had been nesting there for many long months or perhaps even years.

       Mandy remembered that her mom was supposed to whip my butt with a belt or strap, and so she took over that task as well, using a thick piece of studded leather donated by Brenda. Damn that hurt every time she landed a solid blow to my sore butt! However the damage to my face and reputation was much worse due to the way I was bossed around by Lauren's mistress. I lost track of time, but it was a lengthy period before I was allowed to lick the ottoman clean of my dried cum. Evelynne got involved at this point and made me go back over a number of areas before pronouncing herself satisfied.

       There was no rest for the weary or was it wicked? Brenda asked for directions to the bathroom and I shuddered, knowing full well there was nothing in that room which couldn't be used to either harm or humiliate me. How right I was! My dick was at half mast as the ladies escorted me to the bathroom for some water sports. Unfortunately for me, I knew something about water sports, and these types weren't in the Olympics. As we walked up the stairs, Evelynne worked her bony finger between my ass cheeks and managed to breach the sphincter muscle guarding my colon. That made walking tricky and brought some giggles from the ladies who witnessed my latest humiliation. It got worse once we entered the bathroom, which was in shambles, with unwashed clothing and underwear scattered hither and yon. I caught a break in that at least someone had the common decency to flush the toilet recently.

       My former "date" pulled her finger free from my asshole and offered it for cleaning. Brenda grinned and waited for me to respond. I tried ignoring the woman, and for that I received a knee to the groin from Ms. Limenke. Up until then she had been fairly passive, but now the other side was beginning to show. I would have lost my lunch if I'd had any, but lucky me, I'd been in the store room fighting the urge to piss all over the floor. Once more Brenda took charge, observing that there wasn't enough room in the small bathroom for more than four people and even that would make things difficult to accomplish. For the first round she suggested that Evelynne and Mandy leave the bathroom and act only as observers. There was some grumbling, but Brenda's suggestion carried. However before they left Evelynne made sure I sucked her stink finger until it glistened with saliva.

       Mandy wasted no time telling the ladies where the enema bag was located, and offering to bring some ice cubes up from the frig. I groaned inwardly, but my companions acted like children in a candy store. So far, as bad as it had been back at the apartment, I'd avoided such a humiliation. I knew my days were numbered once my wife heard about this. While they waited for the cubes, I was pushed into the shower stall and given a cold shower to calm me down and make sure that one of my disconcerting erections wouldn't get in the way of whatever they had planned for me. I nearly turned blue before Brenda decided I'd had enough for the moment. As for my family jewels, they were nearly nonexistent; my gonads had shrunk to the size of walnuts, small walnuts, and my cock was nothing but a little lump of limp, shriveled flesh. Ms.Limenke commented that it was too bad this treatment couldn't be used on men at work. That way there wouldn't be any distractions to get in the way of progress.

       Mandy delivered two trays of ice cubes, informing Brenda that there were four more if needed. I could hear the cubes being emptied into the half-filled enema bag and the chortles of the ladies at what was about to happen to me. I was shivering so much that Brenda was having a difficult time inserting the nozzle of the enema hose into my bunghole. To make matters worse, she hadn't bothered to lubricate the nozzle, which was made of unforgiving plastic. She finally slapped my ass hard to make me stand still, and at the same time suggested that the HR bitch hop in the tub and see if my tongue was all Mandy and her mother claimed it to be. The next thing I knew, she had my head in a grip of iron and my face planted squarely against her recently waxed vulva. It was hard to get a decent breath, but at least it took my mind off what was about to occur now that the nozzle was jammed as deep into my rectum as it could go. Brenda laughed and announced that the clip was about to be opened. Seconds later it felt as if someone had inserted a giant icicle into my colon. I felt Ms.Limenke's warm pussy opening lock itself securely against my mouth and her muffled voice urging me to get busy or she'd suffocate me.

       For a minute or so I made good progress based on the way the HR lady reacted. My tongue hadn't lost its talent, especially under the circumstances. I licked, kissed, sucked and blew. My partner responded with some nice moves and a few grunts as she slammed her pussy mouth against my face. Then the cold began sinking into my consciousness as the icy water sought out any passageway and area in which to hide. Almost against my will, my body began shaking and that broke my rhythm. I received a few slaps across the head and a muffled threat to emasculate me if I didn't pick up the pace. The spirit was willing, but the body was not up to the task. That frigid water was sucking the life from my body and mind. I lost my skill at what I was doing. My performance got so bad that Ms.Limenke pushed my face away from her pussy and stepped from the tub. I lost track of time and could only focus on that iceberg growing deep within my bowels. I remember hearing Lauren say that I was turning blue, and the laughter that envoked from the audience of scheming harpies. Then it all went black.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )