The Bet
The Bet
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The Bet
Jean
stared disbelievingly at her cards, lying there face-up on the table beside the
four other sets. She had lost.
She
looked accusingly up at Hank. “You rigged the cards!”
“Jean,
I assure you, I did no such thing,” Hank said. “Fate simply decreed that you
should lose. Now come on. Are you going to hold to the bet?”
Jean
fumed as she thought. When they had started playing cards earlier that evening,
she had bet Scott, Hank, Warren, and Bobby that she could beat them. She was
sure she could too. So she had told them that if she won, they would have to do
whatever she told them to do for a day.
They
had extracted from her the promise that if she lost, she would have to do
whatever they told her to do for a day. She had agreed, full of confidence that
she would win; and she had lost.
She
was going to belong to the boys for an entire day.
Scott
leaned back in his chair. Jean was normally so in control, this was going to be
fun. “Jean,” he said, smiling lazily, “Here’s the first thing I want you to do.
I want you to tell me, truthfully, what’s your favorite fantasy? What’s the one
fantasy you would like to have happen the most?”
Jean
gnawed on her lower lip as she thought. She could lie…but Scott would know, and
he would tell everyone else She sighed. “This,” she said. “I want to be owned,
to be told what to do, to have control of me taken away and given to someone
else. I want to be used like a toy, a thing with no feelings. That’s what I
always dreamed about.”
Scott
turned to the other boys. “What do you say we make Jean’s fantasy come true?”
“Oh,
yeah,” Bobby sat back. “This is going to be fun. The Professor’s away, we have
the place all to ourselves…oh, yeah, this is gonna be real fun!”
Scott
said, “Okay, Jean, from now until Thursday morning you have to do everything we
tell you to do, no matter how degrading or humiliating. That’s the only rule
for you. Guys, we can’t hurt her seriously; Hank, you’re the doctor, you tell
us if something’s too extreme for her, okay?” Hank nodded, and Scott’s grin got
impossibly wide as he said, “Okay, Jean. Strip. You won’t need clothes for the
next day.”
Jean
got up and started to remove her clothes. “Slowly,” Scott said. “I want to
enjoy this.”
She
pulled her T-shirt up over her head as slowly and sexily as she could, raising
the hem of the shirt inch by inch until her plain white bra came into view.
Then she folded her shirt and put it on her chair, reaching for her jeans. The
boys held their breaths as the cotton fabric slid off her hips, displaying her
considerable charms to their lascivious gazes. Under the jeans she was wearing
a pair of white high-cut bikini briefs. She slid a thumb under each side of the
top of the briefs and pulled them down. “Wait a minute,” Scott said. “Turn
around. I want to see your ass.” Jean blushed as she heard the crude word, but
turned as she pulled her panties down. The boys stared, almost hypnotized, at
the creamy white ass cheeks, punctuated here and there by a tiny freckle. The
dark, shadowed valley between the cheeks held their attention as she slowly
bent to pull them off, and they saw her puckered, rosy pink asshole peep out at
them between the white moons of her ass. As she bent over further, they saw the
full-lipped pout of her labia between her thighs, already damp with her juices.
Bobby
broke into a cheer when Jean turned around, her wispy red pubic curls neatly
trimmed into a triangular shape over her slit. “She’s a natural redhead!” Jean
blushed, but her hands came up to unfasten the front of her bra. Her hands pulled
it away, to reveal full, perfectly-shaped tits with perky pink nipples and
areolas as wide as Hank’s thumb. She stood there, blushing, her hands clasped
demurely in front of her pubes, until Scott said, “Hands behind your back,
Jean. At the small of your back, above your waist, so we can see everything.
Then turn around slowly until I say stop.” She did.
“Stop,”
Scott said when she looked like she was about to fall over, dizzy. “Stand
still.” He went over behind her with his belt, and looped it around her wrists
until they were bound in place. Then he said, “Hank, let me have your belt. I’m
going to have to drill an extra hole in it with my eye beams; don’t worry, I’ll
replace it.” Hank handed Scott his belt, and Scott wrapped it around Jean’s
neck, measuring it. Then he adjusted his optical beams and drilled a small,
pencil-point hole in the leather. He placed it around Jean’s neck and buckled
it, using the hole he’d just drilled, and tugged on the makeshift leash. “Down,
Jean.” Somewhat clumsily because she couldn’t use her hands, Jean knelt.
Scott
tugged gently, leading her over to his chair, where he sat down and unbuckled
his pants, allowing his limp cock to hang out. “Suck me off, y,” y,” he said,
his voice now harsh and commanding. “Now, puppy.”
Jean
crawled over and sat back on her heels in front of his chair, wrapping her lips
around his cock. She held it in her mouth for a moment, swirling her tongue tip
around under his head, the sensitive spot he liked so much, and when she was
sure he was as hard and stiff as he was going to get; she began stroking up and
down on his cock, wrapping her lips around her teeth so she wouldn’t nick him
by accident. Scott moaned. ‘Oh, yeah, puppy,” he moaned. “Suck it, suck it
good…oh, baby…”
The
boys watched in silence. Jean had to be a heck of a cocksucker; either that or
Scott was really turned on by seeing his girlfriend crawling on the floor nude,
because it didn’t take him long to come in her mouth. “Swallow it, puppy,”
Scott managed to groan. “Swallow it, or you’ll get punished.” She swallowed
quickly, grimacing at the taste but determined to do as she was told to avoid
punishment.
puppy,” he said. She crawled awkwardly to him. “Suck me off. Suck all of us
off.” Jean closed her eyes, but mutely wrapped her lips around him without
further urging. He too, came quite quickly, and he commanded her to swallow as
Scott had.
bit more trouble with him, as it appeared that Warren’s boast about the span of
his wings being proportionate to his length wasn’t mere boasting. Warren almost
caused her to gag once, as he pumped into her mouth, but the gagging motions of
her throat spurred him on and he came fairly quickly. Hank was last; Jean had
been saving him deliberately because he was so large, and she was afraid he
would choke her. She opened her now-aching jaws wide to take in Hank’s almost
three-inch-wide girth (she shuddered to think what he would measure all the way
around, and wondered if he’d ever find a woman that could stretch enough to
take him in her body. Her jaws were aching almost as soon as she took him in,
and she wished longingly for Bobby’s considerably thinner cock; but she had to
suck Hank off, so she busied herself doing just that.
her ‘leash’ and slapped her bare shoulder with it when she faltered. “Suck it,
puppy,” he snapped. Jean moaned a bit, but redoubled her efforts, which were
finally rewarded with Hank’s cock sending hot spurts of semen shooting into her
mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but it was too much too fast, and a dribble
of saliva and cum trickled out the corner of her mouth, to land on the edge of
the chair.
hair, and pushed her face toward the chair. “Lick it up, slut puppy,” he
commanded. Jean gingerly extended her tongue to the hard wooden seat of the
chair and licked up the tiny dribble. Hank waited until she finished, then
said, “You need to be punished for making a mess. Puppies aren’t supposed to
leave bodily fluids in the house.” Jean gave a soft moan, but Hank nodded. He
grabbed her arms and pushed her forward gently until her forehead touched the
floor and her ass stayed in the air, then lifted his other hand and brought it
down on the upraised ass cheeks with a resounding smack.
knees shifting around on the floor as her pale ass-globes absorbed the impact
on the shuddering flesh.
to the room in general, and Jean in particular. A chorus of no’s was punctuated
by Jean’s soft, ‘no’ from the floor. “Then perhaps our puppy shouldn’t either,”
Hank said gently. “Puppies bark, yelp, whimper, and whine. If you must
vocalize, slut puppy, you shall restrict yourself only to puppy sounds. Is that
understood?”
Jean did indeed understand.
shall we?” Hank lifted his hand and smacked it on Jean’s ass. She gave a short,
sharp yelp, then as he spanked her again and again, she settled into an almost
continuous string of whines and yelps until he finished. Hank smiled at the
reddened skin on her ass, then handed the leash off to Scott.
giving a soft whine. He looked at her. She repeated the whine. He knew what she
wanted; she’d been drinking sodas all night. She had to pee by now, very badly.
“What does the puppy need to do?” he asked.
lifted her right leg to indicate the need to relieve herself. Scott grinned,
and headed toward the door. The others followed.
toward the bathroom, but was brought up short by Scott going the other way. She
instantly realized where he was going, and whined frantically.
laughed. Jean’s face went red. Scott reached down, unwrapped his belt from
around her wrists, and allowed her to drop to all fours. “Dogs pee outside,” he
scolded her. ‘So that’s where we’re going. It’s not as if anyone’s going to see
you. Who would want to see a slut-puppy like you pee, anyway?” He gave a sharp
tug on the ‘leash’ and Jean followed, thoroughly humiliated, out the back door
to the yard. She tried to find a dignified position to relieve herself, but
when Scott demanded that she keep all four ‘feet’ on the ground, she found
herself squatting exactly like a female dog would to avoid getting urine all
over her legs and body. It didn’t work; she still got herself messy.
mess of herself,’ Warren said, bringing forward the hose. “We’ll have to clean
her up, won’t we?” Jean’s eyes widened as she saw him adjusting the nozzle on
the hose to ‘sharp stream’. She yelped, eyes wide, but Warren simply smiled
wider and turned the water on her naked body.
water hit her, only belatedly realizing that she was supposed to bark. She
commenced barking frantically, shying sideways to the end of her leash to avoid
the water; but it wasn’t doing her any good. The water blasted away, soaking
her hair, then wentn hen her back, sides, and finally hitting her legs. Warren
grinned and walked around her, aiming for her pussy where it peeped between her
thighs. Jean barked as the water blasted into her cunt, and Scott grabbed a
handful of her hair to hold her in place. Jean began to shake as the water
pounding her clit drove her relentlessly to her peak, and the last thought in
her mind as she exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life was how much
being humiliated like this had turned her on.
*
She
held still as Scott rubbed her down with a towel, like a dog getting dried
before coming into a clean house, then at his approving pat, she crawled into
the kitchen. Bobby was standing there in front of two bowls, one with water and
the other with what looked like dog food but what, on a close sniff, she found
was a can of deviled ham. She knew what was expected; she lowered her head to
lap water from the bowl and eat from the dish, both without using her hands. As
she ate, she felt hands touching and caressing her clit, which was still
sensitive from her explosive orgasm earlier. Scott held her there until she
finished the food, then tugged her leash gently. “Come on, now, puppy,” he
said. ‘Let’s go watch some TV.” She crawled after him into the den, and sat
back on her heels beside his chair while he grabbed the remote. There was some
arguing between the boys as to who was going to pick the viewing for the
evening, but they all eventually settled on a slasher flick that was playing.
Halfway through the movie, they got bored. Bobby was idly munching on popcorn;
he turned to Jean suddenly. ‘Want some, puppy?” he said, waving the piece in
front of her face. When she nodded andked,ked, he tossed it on the floor in
front of the TV.
Jean
crawled after it as fast as she could, pushed her face down to the carpet to
pick it up in her teeth, then returned to Scott. It became a game, the guys
tossing popcorn on the floor and Jean retrieving it and eating it. This
continued until she was tired and panting. She let her tongue loll out of her
mouth in an indication that she was tired. Scott got up. “Puppy is sleeping in
my room,” he said firmly. Jean grew hopeful, wondering if he would allow her to
sleep in his bed, but she was disappointed. Scott pulled an extra blanket out
and laid it on the floor, then tied her leash to the handle of his nightstand
and indicated she should sleep there. Tired and disappointed, Jean curled up on
the blanket and went to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night she woke to
the realization that she was cold; she had just barely become aware of the fact
when she felt Scott’s tug at the leash; he’d untied it and was urging her up.
She crawled into bed beside him, noting that he’d waited until everyone was
asleep, and went back to sleep cuddled in his arms, naked in bed with him.
<'> Scott
rose early, as was his habit, and led Jean downstairs. By the time the other
boys came downstairs, eager to play with their new puppy, Jean was eating
scrambled eggs and slices of sausage from Scott’s fingers, barking and
‘begging’ for each bite. She did the same thing for each of them, barking for
bites and begging for more, and they fed her until she was full and lying
contentedly at their feet. Scott led her and the boys into the Rec Room, where
they pushed aside furniture and made room in the center of the floor. Scott led
Jean into the center of the room, then snapped his fingers to get her
attention. “Sit,” he commanded her. She sat in the doggie position, on her
wit
with her feet and hands on the floor. Scott patted her head. “Good puppy,” he
said, giving her a chunk of cold chicken left from the previous night’s supper,
which they’d eaten before the card game. He dropped the leash and started to
walk away. Jean started to crawl after him, uncertainly, but he said, “Stay!”
She sat down. After a moment, Scott walked back and gave her another chunk of chicken.
They
went through the other commands normal for dogs; ‘down’, in which Jean sat oer her heels, stretched out her arms, and pressed her breasts flat to the floor;
‘roll’, ‘fetch’, ‘speak’ and finally, ‘play dead.’ Scott gave the command, and
she rolled over, her hands and knees uppermost. She was supposed to stay in
position until Scott gave the word, but Bobby reached down and pinched her clit
hard. Jean yelped and rolled over to her hands and knees, trying to
protect that most sensitive part of her body, and Scott said sharply, “Play
dead, puppy!” She assumed the same position, but this time it was Warren who
slapped her breast hard enough to leave a mark. She couldn’t keep still.
puppy!” Scott said, tugging on the leash. Jean crawled to his feet, whining a
little, but Scott wasn’t going to be mollified. Instead, he brought out
Warren’s riding crop from under one of the couch and slapped her ass sharply
with it. She yelped. Scott snapped, “Silence!” and commenced beating her with
the crop. Jean squirmed under the blows, her ass doing a frantic dance in the
air. As the blows got harder, she was unable to keep silent, and began to yelp.
Scott
stopped. “Bad puppy. I told you not to make a sound; now you need a muzzle.” He
left, coming back in soon with a dishtowel, which he wadded in Jean’s mouth,
and resumed beating her.
Jean
finally reached up, pulled the towel out of her mouth, and begged, “Scott,
please, no more, my ass hurts, please.”
Scott
looked at Hank. “Was I hitting her too hard?”
Hank
knelt, inspected Jean’s ass, then shook his head. “She’s fine. In two hours
there won’t even be a mark. She just wanted the punishment to stop.”
Scott
grabbed Jean’s hair and pulled her up to her knees. “You’re supposed to do
whatever we tell you to,” he said roughly. ‘And you broke that. Now you get
punished. Go get one of your lipsticks; the red one.” Jean went upstairs,
rubbing her pink, sore ass, and retrieved the lipstick. Scott took it from her
and drew red circles around each nipple, covering her areolas with the red
lipstick; then wrote on her forehead ‘Liar’. On her flat stomach he wrote ‘Bad
puppy.’
“In
the kitchen,” he ordered. Jean walked nude into the kitchen, where he pushed
her in the corner. ‘Hands behind your head,’ he ordered her. She complied. He
disappeared down into the basement, coming back up a short time later with a
handful of clothespins. “She’s taken these before,’ he said to Hank, “So don’orryorry. I didn’t get the super-strong kind.”
Jean
gasped as Scott clipped clothespins to her garishly-outlined nipples, but
obediently opened her legs and held still as Scott clamped her labia together
with the last three clothespins. “Now,” Scott said, “We went all easy on you
last night because you were good, Now that you’re bad, we’ll have to punish
you. You’ll stand there, just like that with your hands on your head and your
legs apart, until we’re done, then we’ll decide how to punish you.” Humiliated,
Jean stood in the corner of the kitchen during the rest of the meal, legs open
to show the clothespins on her cunt lips, her tits aching from the ones on
them, and the words ‘Liar’ and ‘Bad puppy’ written on her creamy skin in bold
red letters.
They
took their time eating; it was almost two in the afternoon when they finally
took Jean upstairs to Scott’s bathroom. Scott ordered her into the tub, removed
the clothespins from her body and said, “Piss.”
“Here?”
Jean’s face flushed red.
“Yes.
Stand there, just piss all over yourself.” His face was hard. Jean shuddered,
as much from sexual tension as from humiliation, and forced her full bladder to
relax. Scott waited until she was done, then aimed a stream of water over her,
from breasts to ankles, washing away the urine and lipstick. She was thankful
that the water was warm. When he was satisfied, she stepped out of the tub and
let him dry the water off her body, never moving her hands from where they were
clasped behind her head. He didn’t wash ‘Liar’ off her forehead, though.
He
led her into his bedroom and left her standing there while he went to her room.
He grabbed a handful of her scarves from her drawer and returned, where he
proceeded to tie Jean spread-eagle to his bed face-down. “Here we go, guys,” he
said. “Each one of us gives her five whacks with the crop across her ass,
shoulders, or upper thighs. Your choice. Don’t break the skin, but marks are
okay. Jean; no screaming, but whimpering and begging are okay. Understand?”
position on the side of the bed. ‘Not too hard, please,” she whimpered as she
saw the crop rise, and then squeezed her eyes shut as he struck. A welt rose on
her left ass cheek; hard, but bearable. She took the rest of Scott’s five with
a little flinching, but no begging. Scott stepped back, and Bobby took the
crop. He placed two on her already welted ass, then increased the force and
laid three across her shoulders. Warren chose the backs of Jean’s thighs, and
dealt blows just hard enough to make her whimper.
inspecting the welts, then aimed the crop for the top of her right thigh, just
under her ass. Jean whimpered loudly at the pain; Hank was stronger, or he was
just using more force. He aimed for the other ass-crease, eliciting another
loud whimper and a desperate tensing of her thigh muscles. Hank aimed carefully,
then brought the crop up between Jean’s ass cheeks.
Jean’s lips before she could stop herself; her ass crack felt like it was on
fire. The skin there seemed to be extra sensitive. Hank grinned at the others,
then laid the fourth welt right on top. Jean whimpered, yanking against the
scarves that held her bound, tears streaming down her face as she turned toward
Hank. “Please, Hank, please,” she whined. ‘Anywhere but there, please, I can’t
take another one there.”
should have warned her; Hank had already demonstrated his sadistic streak; but
her ass burned too much to care. ‘Anywhere,’ she sobbed. “Just not there.”
sat for a moment on Scott’s bed rubbing her sore ass and thighs. Hank studied
her, and said, “Ready for the last one?”
arms. ‘No, no, no, raise them,” Hank said. “Behind your head, like you were in
the kitchen.”
what Hank was going to do a split second before he did it. She started to lower
her arms just as the crop came whistling in and smacked across both her
thrust-out nipples.
whimpered, falling forward on the bed flat on her face and grabbing her
punished breasts. “Oh, Hank…”
Scott’s concerned look, but the nipples were only red from the blow. “The pain
will fade quickly,” he said. “My, Miss Grey, we’re wet, aren’t we?”
legs. She was wet. She was dripping wet. He stared at her in disbelief. “You’re
getting off on this?”
She nodded through the tears in her eyes. “Fuck me,”
she said, lying back on the bed and spreading her thighs.>
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bed, then bent her over the foot of the bed. Without further ado, he shoved his
cock deep into her hot, wet hole, and fucked her hard and deep.
cries, he spent quickly, and Bobby took his place. Jean arched back onto the
long, thin cock fucking her cunt, and moved with him, feeling his balls smack
against her protruding clit. Warren declined using her cunt; instead, he got on
the bed and slid his long cock into her mouth. She gagged a bit when it went in
her throat, but stopped feeling the discomfort from her mouth when she felt
Hank’s huge cock push slowly into her cunt. She moaned in pain and pleasure as
the hard shaft delved into her body; and kept going until it bumped up against
her cervix. The pressure was incredible. She was trying to get used to the feel
when he abruptly started moving, and suddenly the pressure, the friction, and
the sensations from her whipped body were too much, and she screamed her orgasm
onto Warren’s cock. He came as he felt the vibrations, and finally they all
stepped back, spent. Scott unbuckled the belt-leash from around Jean’s neck
after a moment. ‘I’m ending this game early,” he said gently. ‘That’s enough.
Out, everyone.”
bathroom and caressed her aching breasts gently as she washed the cum and cunt
juice mixture off her thighs and body. When she wa done, he carried her back
into his bedroom and laid her down gently on the bed, then lay down beside her
and pulled the blanket up. ‘How was that, sweetheart?” he asked. ‘Was that too
much?”
Jean said sleepily after a moment. “But I liked it. Will you treat me like
that, sometimes? I got really turned on.”
There was silence for a time, and when Scott looked down next, he realized she
was asleep. He kissed her, then fell asleep too.