"She said she wanted to meet us for a drink, for old time's sake. Said she had something exciting to tell us," Gwen said. She was referring to her former friend, Meghan, whom, together, we'd put through the sexually submissive wringer several months earlier. Gwen and I had developed a thing for one another during this escapade, and had left together, enamored with our newfound lust, and leaving Meghan to fend for herself. Gwen had not had any contact with Meghan since that fateful evening.
"It just seems odd that after all this time she wants to tell us 'exciting news.'" I had a tendency to be skeptical about... everything. Still, I drove to the nearby tavern that Meghan had indicated and parked. It wasn't a very busy place, judging from the lack of vehicles in the parking lot, but it was a weeknight.
Gwen led the way into the building, her ass looking particularly lovely in the running shorts she wore. Her ass was her finest asset as far as external observation was concerned. But her pussy was also as good as they come and the girl just made me horny. It didn't even matter to me that her tits were barely bumps on her chest topped with nipples. But then, I always was an ass-man.
Meghan was waiting for us at a table in the mostly deserted bar. She seemed quite friendly and greeted us both warmly--as though we'd never submitted her to the most abjectly humiliating sexual experiences a girl could face. I told myself it was because she truly was a submissive and we'd only catered to her dark desires. No harm. No foul.
I was wrong.
I woke up to pain in my neck and wrists. I discovered that the reason was because I had been fastened, naked, to a wooden pillory, my hands and head protruding from one side, the rest of me bent at the waist, legs spread and fastened at the ankles, from the other side. Duct tape over my mouth kept me from speaking. From my vantage point I could see Gwen, also naked and mouth-taped, strapped to a bench with arms fastened above her head and her legs spread and bent at the knees, offering easy access to both her pussy and ass. Despite our predicament, she looked sexy as hell.
"Oh good! You're awake!" Meghan said bending slightly to put her face in front of mine. "Now the show can begin!" A wicked smirk played across her face. "I see you noticed that your girlfriend is in a predicament similar to yours. I am simply returning the favor that you both did for me. I have about twenty guys who have volunteered to fuck your girlfriend while you watch. Every one of them are going to come in her tight little pussy. Some of them are going to fuck her in the ass and then pull out and make her suck her own shit off their cocks. Don't worry, though, because I've arranged for several more guys do do the same for you! And the grand finale will be when I take a shit in your girlfriend's mouth. But you won't be left out. I'll save a turd for you."
"You both thought you were so cute, subjecting me to such sexual humiliation. Yeah, it's all fun and games until someone gets pregnant. I'm three months along and you're probably the father. Don't worry about it though. I'll never tell my child the truth of her conception or what a sadistic asshole her father was. And I'll make sure that your girlfriend never knows who knocked her up."
"We're going to start the festivities off with a little flogging, just like you did for me. I know your girlfriend doesn't really have any tits, but I'll whip her nipples just the same. And, as a bonus, I'm gonna whip the public hair off of her furry little cunt!"
Meghan punctuated that last statement with a vicious swipe of the flogger in her hand against Gwen's pussy which made Gwen jerk in pain. Meghan gave her another swat. Then another. Each time Gwen writhed in pain. Gwen's pussy was obviously red even though it was covered with a thick layer of dark pubic hair. I could also see evidence of wetness on her vagina. I couldn't tell if it was evidence of excitement or if she had just pissed herself a little. Either way, I found myself involuntarily aroused from her predicament and had no way of hiding that fact.
Meghan switched her flogging focus to Gwen's tits. Now Gwen really didn't have much in the tit department. Meghan hadn't been exaggerating. Lying in her current position, they were barely bumps on her chest crowned with nipples. Nevertheless, Meghan flogged them several times until Gwen's entire chest was bright red. Regrettably, this too aroused me, in spite of my horror of Gwen's situation. My cock was rock hard. And Meghan noticed.
"See dear?" she said to Gwen, "Your boyfriend is a total sadist. I'm whipping your tits and he's got the biggest hardon." She walked over and underhandedly flicked the flogger at my crotch. Searing pain radiated from my crotch like it had caught fire. "That's how it feels when I beat your girlfriend's cunt," she said with a sneer. "But I won't deprive you of the joy of watching it. Her pussy needs more flogging."
