The Story of ‘A’ Part II The Journey · Part 3

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er the news. Unnecessarily, he added, "don't go anywhere".

When the door closed, Angela sank to the bed, her hands feeling her still burning ass and her sobs subsiding a little. Moments later, other hands at her back softly urged her to turn over and Susan took her gently into her arms. Despite the surreal nature of the moment, Angela gratefully accepted the friendly gesture. She did not resist. Instead, she put her arms around Susan and, burying her face at Susan's neck, cried softly as Susan whispered sympathetic words to her and lightly stroked her back, neck and hair.

Licking her dry lips again, Angela gave herself up to the childish pleasure of being comforted by a wiser more knowledgeable adult. She drifted in and out of sleep, numbly aware that she and Susan lay in each other's arms and that their lips met frequently in gentle and prolonged kisses.

She awoke to Rolf putting her foot into his lap as he started to remove her ankle cuff. "Do you have to pee?", he asked. Angela nodded, her eyes downcast. "I asked you a question", he said angrily, smacking the side of her thigh with a loud clap. Angela winced and answered quickly, "yes, thank you, sir". "Take her with you", he said to Susan, and stretched out on the bed watching idly as Susan took Angela's hand and led her to the bathroom. Susan went first, smiling as she saw that Angela averted her eyes with some embarrassment. "You next", she said wiping herself and slowly standing up as she dropped the piece of paper into the bowl.

Miserably, Angela sat down and, eyes closed, relieved herself in the unflushed toilet. After wiping, she flushed the results of their joint pee, and stepped to the sink to wash her hands. Susan stood behind her and Angela sensed that Susan would put her arms around her waist. Susan started to do just that when Rolf opened the door and walked to the toilet. He lifted the lid and laughed as Angela ran from the small room. Susan dashed after her to make sure Angela remained in the bedroom.

Rolf joined the girls standing next to the bed. He wore only his shorts while the two girls remained naked. "Get two night collars" he ordered, and Susan immediately opened the chest and after a moment returned with two very wide locking collars. Without being told, she put one around her neck and turned around with her back to Rolf so he could lock it. He did so and Angela saw that the very wide collar forced her to keep her head high. She knew immediately that she was going to have trouble sleeping wearing this contraption. Susan had handed the other collar to Rolf, who now put in on the unprotesting Angela. He took Susan to the edge of the bed and locked the leash into its ring at the top of the bed.

Angela sat at the other side of the bed and waited. When Rolf came around to her, he nudged her knees apart with his leg and stood between her now open legs. Angela licked her dry lips nervously. "Sorry I forgot about you being thirsty", he said with mock apology as he saw her test her lips. "But I don't need to go now". But maybe I can help you a little.

With that, he pulled his shorts down and took his now soft cock in his hand. As he began to stroke it, he gave Angela her instructions. "Open your mouth and keep it open just past the end of my cock. Don't touch me with you hands or your mouth; just be ready to drink". As his cock hardened and began to lengthen, Angela adjusted her position slightly to keep the tip of his penis from touching her lips. Angela found the collar she wore actually useful in her present predicament as it helped her keep her head up in the proper position to receive his come.

Angela was no stranger to "cocktails", but she could not recall ever receiving one in this fashion. It was humiliating being involved only at the end, being used only as a receptacle. When Rolf spurted, Angela, out of habit, almost closed her lips around the tip of his penis to suck any unexpelled come from the tube. Catching herself in time, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she ran her tongue over her lips to capture any stray come that may have landed there. She swallowed again despite her humiliation, painfully grateful for the small drink he had given her.

Rolf got into bed with them, again with Susan in the middle. As she continued to lick her somewhat parched lips, searching for even a little moisture, Angela felt Susan's arm go across her waist and her hand close over one globe of her ass. It felt good, and Angela made no move to escape the touch. A few minutes later, the hand was withdrawn when Rolf pulled Susan onto her back, lifted her legs over his shoulder and, without a word or a moment of foreplay, began to probe at the opening to her pussy. Because she was dry, his entry was uncomfortable for Susan, and her whimper was clearly audible to Angela who moved once again to the extreme edge of the bed.

As Rolf fucked her, Susan's reaction rapidly changed. His first few strokes had caused her to lubricate and she mewed with pleasure as he worked his cock back and forth inside her. Again, Rolf put his hands under her ass and lifted her hips to suspend her lower body. Holding her rigidly against him, Rolf began to move faster and ground his stomach against hers at the bottom of each stroke. Susan began to beg for permission to come. Over and over she repeated, "please, sir, please". At last, Rolf pulled her to him and held her tightly there as his cock throbbed several times sending his come into Susan's pussy.

He had said nothing to her, so Angela assumed Susan had not gotten the requested permission. Her assumption was confirmed when Rolf said to Susan, "good girl, I really didn't want to have to whip you again so soon. Maybe tomorrow". If Susan was unhappy or irritated about being left unsatisfied, she made no indication of that fact, saying only "thank you, sir". Her gratitude even sounded genuine.

Rolf rose up on one elbow, looking across Susan to Angela. "If you are still thirsty, babe, you can go on down south and lick out my come". He laughed when Angela, saying nothing in response to his cold crudity, snapped her head around to face away from him and Susan. Minutes later, while Rolf dozed, softly snoring, Angela felt Susan's fingertips at her lips. There was a wet stickiness on them, and the familiar aroma of come. Tears forming unseen in the darkened room, Angela parted her lips slightly to take Susan's fingers into her mouth to lick off the moisture she found there. Twice, Susan withdrew her fingers, pushed them into her pussy, and returned them to Angela's waiting mouth.

Chapter 4: The Next Day

The following morning, Angela awoke first. Unlike every morning going back as long as she could remember, Angela felt no urgent need to pee. Her neck felt uncomfortable in the restricting collar she'd worn all night. She looked over and saw that Susan was awake, staring at the ceiling with a strangely pinched look on her face. Angela prepared to whisper to her when Susan again brought her finger to her own lips signaling silence. Turning her eyes quickly toward the other side of the bed, she was able to make it clear to Angela that they must not speak for fear of awakening Rolf.

Angela turned onto her back and was alone with her thoughts, her eyes also now fixed vacantly on the ceiling. As she absently ran her tongue over her lips, she was startled to feel that they were not only dry, but felt thinner than usual, and her muscles too felt odd, strangely weak. She tried to remember how long a person could live without water. But she could not remember that, nor how long it had been since she'd had a drink… her face reddening as she added to her musings, "not counting Rolf's come."

She glanced over at Susan again; she had not moved but the pained expression on her face remained and she was clenching and unclenching her fist. Finally she leaned over and, placing her lips inside the cup of Susan's ear asked, "are you OK?" Susan nodded affirmatively and mouthed the words "need to pee". Angela shook her head. She didn't comprehend. On Susan's second try, Angela was able to decipher the silent message. "That bastard", she thought, "won't even let her wake him for permission to go to the bathroom!" Then, her anger subsided as she realized ruefully that there were much crazier things going on than that. Her eyes still fixed on the ceiling, Angela felt Susan's hand slip over hers and impart a reassuring squeeze.

After nearly an hour of ceiling watching, the women stiffened alertly as Rolf stirred, stretched and sat up. "Good morning ladies", he intoned gravely, as if coming upon two casual acquaintances at a bus stop. "Good morning, Sir", Susan responded immediately. Angela said nothing, her anger rising again. Rolf ignored her and bent over to kiss Susan on the forehead. He sat up again and looked closely at Angela's face.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?", he asked innocently.

"Yes, sir, please. May I?"

"In a minute", he answered pushing himself up from the bed and beginning to perform formal stretching exercises. After a few minutes, he sat back down on the bed and slapping Susan playfully on her stomach said, "why don't you go pee now, little one".

Susan answered immediately, "yes sir; thank you sir", and scrambled out of bed and walked quickly into the bathroom. Through the still open door, Angela heard Susan flood the toilet and her sigh of relief. Rolf was smiling. Angela decided to take advantage of his obvious good mood. "Sir", she began submissively, "I am very thirsty; please, may I have a drink?" Relief washed over her as Rolf nodded in assent and gently rolled her onto her side so he could unlock her sleeping collar. When it was off, he placed it on the nightstand and handed her the thin leather collar he'd used the previous day with her leash. Angela, anxious not to anger him in any way, took it and began to fasten it around her neck. As he removed the ankle cuff tethering her to the bed, he said approvingly, "good girl."

"May I go and get a drink now, sir", Angela asked in her most submissive voice… her eyes downcast so as not to meet his.

"Sure", he said, "go ahead". Angela thanked him and, putting her legs over the side of the bed, rose unsteadily to her feet. Rolf stood up too. Susan came out of the bathroom and, without a word, draped herself over the back of the easy chair by the window. Reaching down, she grabbed the arms of the chair and remained silently bent over the chair, her ass the highest part of her bent body. Although startled, Angela ignored Susan and started to the bathroom, her eyes on the glass she saw perched on the toothbrush holder.

Just as she reached the doorway to the bathroom, Rolf's asked forbiddingly, "where are you going?" With his hand, he motioned her to come to him. Making no effort to mask her distress, she approached him slowly, her head slightly bowed and her eyes down. "Why the hangdog look, little one?", he said with amusement. "You can have a drink". He stood there expectantly with his hands on his hips. "Kneel down". Angela realized instantly that he was again going to offer her what he knew she would refuse; the cruel game was continuing. Rolf would not openly force her to take his stream into her mouth, although she knew he could.

He intended to keep her so thirsty that the drive for self-preservation would defeat that for self-esteem, and she would ask for it. His order to kneel was straightforward though; it only implied further humiliation, so Angela lowered herself awkwardly to her knees, her motor control so affected by fluid deprivation that her natural physical grace had deserted her. "Are you ready for your drink?", he asked smugly, wishing to complete her humiliation by making her ask out loud for her debasement. Angela knew she was beaten, but still could not bear to admit this defeat.

She shook her head no, and kneeling before him, steeled herself for whatever he would do to express his anger at her continuing defiance.

To her amazement, Rolf laughed, said, "suit yourself", and turned to Susan who lay silently bent over the chair. He withdrew a wide rubber paddle from the bureau, and carefully measuring his distance from her, took up his position behind her. "Tell our guest why I am going to paddle you", he ordered. Susan, her voice muffled because her mouth was against the seat of the stuffed chair said, "I am paddled every morning to remind me to behave that day, and as a reminder that my master is free to do whatever he desires with me." No sooner had the final word been spoken than Rolf swung the paddle and a loud crack sounded as it connected with Susan's tautly stretched bottom. Rolf, his cock bouncing about as he paddled his submissive, alternated from one cheek to the other, pausing momentarily to allow the sting from each blow to register with his victim.

Unaccountably, Angela found herself silently counting the strokes as she remained kneeling in the middle of the room, watching Susan's punishment. At the twelfth stroke, Susan's silence ended and a soft "ohh" escaped from her lips. From that point on, each stroke produced an audible response from the helpless girl, those responses gradually increasing in volume. At stroke 25, Rolf put his arm down, the paddle held loosely in his hand as he told Susan "you may stand up now to be finished". Susan pushed herself to her feet and turned to face her master. She put her arms behind her head, grasped her hands together, and stood silently facing Rolf her bright red ass cheeks visibly throbbing.

Her eyes were closed and her face peaceful. Rolf raised the rubber paddle again and told Susan to open her eyes. When she had done so, he delivered two blows to each of her breasts, his target being the globes themselves, not touching the hard buds that tipped them. "Finishing" must always be four strokes Angela thought, because after the fourth, Susan immediately took her hands from behind her neck, bent forward and held her breasts in her hands, trying to rub the pain from them. Rolf had already turned away and tossed the paddle back into the drawer.

"Susan, get dressed and get breakfast started", Rolf said not looking at her. "Angela, come with me". Rolf helped her to her feet and led her into the bathroom by the hand. Her heart leaped as she saw her bra and panties neatly folded on top of a wicker laundry hamper. Her opened the medicine cabinet and withdrew a roll of adhesive tape. After pulling six inches of it off the roll, he cut it on the little teeth at the end of the roll and turned to place it over Angela's mouth. Angela, only her eyes betraying her fear at this unexpected development, stood stoically in front of him as he sealed the tape across her mouth.

When he was satisfied that her lips were completely sealed, he turned the shower on, adjusted the temperature, and motioned for her to get in. Rolf followed her in and nudged her out from under the spray so he could get under it himself. Without comment, he began soaping himself. He handed her the soap and turned away from her and told her to soap his back.

Angela did as she was told, thinking ruefully how this common tableau of domestic harmony was so misleading. From the moment he had stood naked by the bed until now, Angela had experienced a bundle of conflicting emotions. Her original terror had now moved down several notches to occasional bouts of fear, interrupted from time to time, she had to admit to herself, by brief moments of arousal. The latter came as familiar aspects of her relationship with Len were played out in this strange house among Rolf, Susan and herself. Since her abduction, the man whose back she was soaping had violated her once in each of her openings. Angela was very ashamed not only that she had responded sexually to the rape of her mouth, her anus and her pussy, but also because she had already decided that she would not tell Len of her responses, only of the acts themselves.

Rolf turned and took the soap from her hands. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her effortlessly away from him and began to do her back. After the soap was on, Rolf slowly drew his nails up and down her back, sending Angela into near spasms of innocent pleasure. He could not know it, but having her soapy back scratched was one of Angela's most cherished moments. He handed her the soap and stepped out of the shower leaving her, her mouth taped shut, to finish washing herself on her own. "You're having cereal and toast for breakfast… no milk of course", he added, with a chuckle. "You prefer Corn Flakes or Cheerios?" Angela contemplated her choices of dry cereal for only a moment. She knew more important choices and judgments had to made and made soon.

Len, whose presence Angela had fought to keep from her mind as she endured this self-made disaster, suddenly summoned up his counsel. Where she had experienced uncertainty as to what would or would not please him, and what decisions were hers to make, he had told her more than once that there would be times when she had to use own judgement… but that she would have to accept the consequences of those judgements. Corn Flakes or Cheerios, resist or obey, life or death, Len or Rolf. Choices… never Angela's strongest suit.

Rolf finished toweling himself off and, after hanging the towel over the shower door, lifted the toilet seat. Angela stepped from the shower and, water dripping from her hair and body, wordlessly knelt next to Rolf and put her hands on the sides of his thighs to gently urge him to turn from the toilet to face her. Rolf let the seat drop back down and widened his stance as he reached down and took his cock loosely in his hand. Angela shifted her hands to hold on to the backs of Rolf thighs as she steadied herself on her knees in front of him.

Rolf smiled down at Angela and pulled the tape off of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out tentatively testing her dry lips; Rolf could see very tiny cracks in them beginning at the corners of her mouth. "These are the rules at this drinking fountain", Rolf began: "don't touch my cock in any way, not with your hands, your lips or your tongue. If I am going to let you drink, you will drink it all. If one drop ends up on the floor, you will be extremely sorry. Is everything clear?" "Yes sir", Angela replied, and holding tightly onto his thighs, moved her head forward until her open mouth was at the small opening at the end of his cock. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she leaned further forward so that the tip of his cock disappeared, untouched, into her mouth.

Afterwards, Rolf tossed one of Susan's nightgowns to Angela. She accepted it without commenet and slipped if quickly over her head. Downstairs, Susan had finished her breakfast preparations and called upstairs to announce that it was ready. Several minutes later, Angela in a nightgown and Rolf dressed in slacks and a golf shirt, sat down at the table. "Cheerios, please", Angela answered when Susan asked her what cereal she wanted. Rolf slowly pushed the carton of milk toward her. As she picked it up to pour on her cereal Angela said without looking him in the eye, "thank you sir", very much aware that her surrender to Rolf's demand about what she was to drink had resulted in a reward.

After breakfast, Angela was put into her day collar and leashed to the sofa in front of the TV. Neither Rolf nor Susan paid any attention to her for several hours, leaving Angela alone with he thoughts and the accompanying drone of TV soap operas. Her thoughts were of Len and her husband, the former almost certainly now either angry, worried or both by her absence.

Just before noon, Susan came into the room and apologetically removed the small lock that attached Angela's leash to the couch and led her back upstairs and to the bathroom. "I am to go in with you" she said, her embarrassment evident at her need to invade Angela's privacy. Angela needed to pee and move her bowels. With Susan looking away but still holding the leash, Angela did both. After she washed her hands, Angela tested the change in her rules by picking up the glass, rinsing it out and filling it. Susan watched but said nothing as Angela drank the water.

When she had finished, Susan led her to the bed and told her to lie down. Warily, Angela did so, suddenly feeling embarrassed and fearful at being on the bed naked with the fully dressed Susan attaching her leash to the headboard. Susan sat on the bed next to her, and seeing the trapped animal look that had come over Angela, said, "don't worry". Then, as if afraid she'd said too much, Susan squeezed her hand briefly and hurried out of the room. Minutes later, Rolf came in, kicked off his shoes and sat down on the bed next to her, in the same spot Susan had just vacated.

He looked directly at her until she dropped her eyes, nervous again about meeting his gaze. "Turn over", he commanded. Angela did as instructed, turning onto her stomach, resting her head on her arms. Angela tensed as she felt him lift the back of her nightgown above her waist. Wordlessly, Rolf got up and went to the bureau; she was not surprised to see him withdraw the rubber paddle from the drawer. It appeared to be the same one that was used on Susan that morning. Without explanation, Rolf began paddling her, all the blows falling on her ass and upper thighs. Angela lay quietly, her face buried in her pillow and tried not to move her ass or legs.

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