Sisters' Wimp

                       Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 15

       Part of me was curious about what Brenda had on her agenda for yours truly, but the rest of me didn't want to know. She began by throwing her roommate a bone, namely me. I went back into the shower stall and soon was joined by my very naked supervisor, who quickly took command. My face was held firmly against her vulva, mouth to mouth as she ordered. It took a couple of tries, but at last piss began flowing from her bladder to my belly. I drank it down as fast as she could deliver it. That was a mistake and she cut off the flow and slapped my face a few times to make me appreciate her unhappiness. The operative word was "slowly" as in "drink slowly and enjoy my tasty pee."

       She resumed pissing and I did my best to hold as much of her "golden nectar" in my mouth as was humanly possible. Ms. Manning decided that before I could swallow, I had to gargle with her offering. As I did she slapped me silly, cautioning me between slaps not to lose any of her precious fluid. That proved to be a tall order and one I was only able to accomplish periodically. Some went down my throat, some down my windpipe and some out through my nostrils. All in all I was gasping for breath by the time the last drop of her precious fluid was ingested or spewed over the tiles, some of it even making contact with my supervisor's bare body. Naturally I had to lick every square inch of her body that had encountered even the slightest trace of her pee. That took some time, and then I was back to ingesting more golden nectar. Finally she was empty, no matter how hard she squeezed her bladder.

       Now I faced my next challenge, her round and very firm bottom, featuring a winking eye that needed some attention. I was ordered to kiss it like I meant it. I don't know how many times I pursed my lips and slobbered all over that tight asshole. She acted as if every kiss was an insult and told me she expected lots of sincerity and ardor before she'd start counting the good kisses. I cringed when she informed me that one hundred would be a good starting number, and then she wanted some good tongue and plenty of it. At this rate, I'd be here all night. Come to think of it that might be better than what Brenda probably had in store for me instead. Somehow I managed to satisfy my mistress and deliver the agreed upon one hundred ardent kisses, as she demanded.

       My tongue had barely made its first contact with Ms. Manning's anus, when Brenda ordered us both to get our asses back out so she could have some fun of her own with me. My supervisor took out her disappointment by twisting one of my ears until it felt as if it was about to tear loose from my head. Once outside the tiled torture chamber I realized that Brenda had removed her outer garments and now was wearing only a pair of what looked to be leather panties and matching bra. While I gawked, she was quick to point out that my cock was still hanging limply and my balls hadn't regained their original size either. That brought gales of laugher from the assembled harpies and promises to keep my "thing" in that condition unless they wished to teach me a lesson. That would usually entail a hard prick so that it could be softened by appropriate means. The only one who frowned over that plan was Evelynne, who was rapidly becoming my only hope to escape what might ultimately become my emasculation, in one form or another.

       Lauren's mistress licked her lips in anticipation of what she planned for me. All I could do was try not to be too apparent while I checked her out. Her tits were straining the bra, and the leather panties were like a second skin. The crotch had a small bulge indicating a forest or maybe even a jungle of pubic hair doing its best to escape its confines. My mind was mentally undressing her almost against my will, but it was curious to a degree that had no fear of the consequences if mistress Brenda became offended at my boldness. Her first move took me by surprise. Her hand reached out and those long black fingernails ran slowly over my rounded belly. She grinned and observed that there was room enough for her full bladder as well. Then she added that I was fortunate that her bowel movements were quite regular, and always occurred as soon as she got out of bed in the morning. My sigh of relief was quite obvious and brought a frown to her pale face. I never saw the knee coming and it sent me to the floor, writhing in agony as my balls felt as if they had been turned into peanut butter.

       I landed partially on my knees, which hurt like fury, and toppled forward to hit my face against the tiled floor. Soon I was spouting blood from my nose and discovered rather quickly that my eyes were no longer able to focus. Brenda proceeded to kick me in the ribs a couple of times to get my attention. My guts were roiling and any more pain would probably bring up everything I'd eaten in the last thirty-six hours. Cooler heads prevailed and Brenda was made to back off for the moment. I blinked my eyes a couple of times with no luck at refocusing them. That frightened me, but good! Once more my guardian angel, disguised as Mandy's crazy mother, stepped in and saved my bacon. She invited the ladies to leave the premises if they didn't start behaving like civilized people.

       Brenda mumbled under her breath, but didn't challenge Evelynne. Lauren followed the lead of her mistress and kept her mouth shut as well. However Evelynne's daughter and Ms. Limenke would have none of it, which surprised me for a moment. When Brenda reasserted herself and suggested that there be a cooling off period before she did her thing with me, and promised that I'd be able to function sexually once she was done, Evelynne agreed to her suggestion. I was still unable to see too well, so any facial expression from Brenda was lost on me. The HR witch, or was it bitch, observed that it would probably take a miracle for me to get an erection this evening. That brought a loud snort from my champion who announced that I'd be pumping sperm into her well-stretched pussy before I left this house tonight. That seemed like a tall order, but who was I to argue?

       Ms. Limenke took some independent action, reaching down to grab me by the ear, the other one thank goodness, and forced me to my feet. To my surprise and delight my eyes now focused, but I was still spewing blood from my nose. Once again it was Evelynne to the rescue, rummaging through the medicine cabinet and finding the right things to staunch the flow of blood and allow me to breathe out of one nostril at least. That little item out of the way, I now faced a rather vengeful Brenda. The next thing I knew, it was back on my knees, head back and mouth wide open, as she peeled the leather panties from her body, revealing a jungle of thick, black, springy, pubic hair flecked with all sorts of unknown matter picked up over the day. She reached into that hairy mound and spread her cunt lips far apart, revealing the entrance to her pussy. I was close enough to get a whiff of her body odor, and it was bad, very bad. I guess marinating all day in those leather panties would create the kind of smell I was detecting. How lucky could one pussy whipped wimp be? Brenda grinned and came closer until our mouths were only inches apart. Then it started and for a time I thought it would never stop.

       Brenda must have been holding this load of piss for hours, which partially explained her bad attitude. Her golden offering was more orange than yellow and it was rancid, if you could use that word to describe the odor that came from the powerful stream. I was well trained by then and knew not to just be a pig and gulp it down, but play with it first before disposing it.  I gargled, even though she was pissing into my eyes while I did. Then she stopped the flow and watched as I swished the mouthful of pee around and then swallowed every drop. For my troubles she clapped her hands against my ears, deafening me temporarily. Again, my mouth was glued to her pussy and the stream restarted. The first stomach pain caught me by surprise. It was quickly followed by another that made me double up, getting my hair soaked with her piss. I had been swallowing so much piss that my stomach was starting to react. I guess all the acid in the pee made it feel like a small fire had been ignited in my belly. Brenda was not very sympathetic. She stepped back just enough to allow her foot to make contact with my bulging belly. That was all she wrote, everything started coming up and in volume. My tormentors scattered, leaving me alone to face the wrath of Lauren's roommate.

       She wasted no time grabbing my piss soaked hair and pulling me over to the toilet. By then I was puking my guts up, but she persisted and got my head over the edge of the bowl so everything went into the toilet. She held me in that position until my retching was reduced to dry heaves, which hurt like fury I might add. The smell of my vomit plus the recycled piss made me nauseous and prolonged my efforts to bring up phantom material. Then unexpectedly she plunged my head into the bowl, submerging it. I struggled, but she had a good grip on me and plenty of leverage. I ran out of air in seconds and began taking in the contents of the bowl. Then I passed out.

       When I came out of my swoon or whatever it was, I was surrounded by grinning faces belonging to all those lovely ladies who were making my life a living hell. I wrinkled my nose and realized the place stank from all the vomit and piss that had been launched in the past hour or so. It was Mandy, my tried and true enemy at work and play, who suggested that I be put to work cleaning up the place with my tongue while they took turns laying the leather to my naked body and kicking me where it really hurt every chance they got. It was Evelynne who argued rather forcefully that she was going to get some hard cock from me before the night was over, and no kicking in the balls was going to be allowed in her house unless they wanted to hang around and do me good after she was sexually satisfied. From the looks on their faces, that was not going to happen. I thought I was going to luck out, but Brenda had other ideas as I soon discovered.

       Brenda, then Mandy, Ms. Limenke and finally Lauren all took turn whipping my back and ass with a leather strap provided by the ever resourceful Mandy, while her mother looked on to make sure there would be no ball kicking or any other means of harming my family jewels. You talk about the Stockholm syndrome; I had contracted it in spades when it came to my captor, Evelynne. I was beginning to believe that she was my defender and friend, who would protect me from the pain generated by the others. Twice during the cleanup I was made to lean over the toilet and puke my guts out, thanks to Brenda's finger going down my throat. At long last my task was finished to the ladies' satisfaction and now it was time for a bracing cold shower, to be followed by more fun and games.

       My shivering body was finally dragged from the shower stall and they forced me to jump up and down to get some of the water off my pebbled skin. Ms. Limenke helped by whipping me front and back with the strap until everyone was satisfied I was ready for my next punishment. Mandy provided a sleeping mask to blindfold me while they prepared my next surprise. I could hear giggling and a few stifled screams as well. Then the mask was removed and I nearly fainted at what I saw. There stood Brenda and Mandy, both wearing strap-on dildos. Brenda's was almost a foot long and thick with a bulbous head that must have been nearly three inches across. It was black as the ace of spades and made of a rubber compound that was not very pliable. This black, bad boy was designed to make the victim; in this case, yours truly, really understand the meaning of being corn holed. Mandy's tool was white and a tad less thick, but just as long. The head was somewhat smaller than Brenda's weapon, but still looked as if it could do some serious damage to my rectum and colon.

       For a moment I thought she was being merciful as she slathered on what looked to be some kind of lubricant. Then Mandy broke the spell by observing that the lube was instead an ointment designed for relieving pulled muscles and the like with lots and lots of deep heat. Just what my poor asshole needed, a minor bonfire burning away inside my colon. Brenda asked her which end of me she wanted first, and Mandy opted for my bunghole. At least her toy would open me up some before the monster that Brenda was wearing took over and really ruined me for life.

       Brenda took a seat on the edge of the tub and beckoned me to kneel and start worshipping her big cock while Mandy opened my asshole up with her tool. Before I could even draw a breath, she slammed the head into my mouth, grabbed my wet hair and pulled me tight against the terrible tool that already was beginning to make my throat hurt just by being in the vicinity. Then Mandy broke open my asshole, pounding her toy past my sphincter as if it wasn't even there. The pain was worse than what Brenda had started generating. I knew I was in deep trouble and started wondering about my ability to survive. In the background I could hear Lauren and Ms. Limenke urging the pair to get busy and really ream me out.

                       (To be continued - rolf palsy)