Postmistress


Chapter 4: Subdued

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"OK but please don't hur..."

And before Carol could finish the word Pussy brought the cane down across her big inviting arse.

Carol let out a blood curdling screech of pain.

"Quiet!" Pussy hissed at her. "Christ, you'll have the bloody neighbours round here!"

"I'll scream, I will!" Carol said.

Pussy got onto the bed, sat astride Carol's back, grabbed Carol's hair and jerked her head back.

"Ow," Carol went. "That hurts."

"Please!" Pussy said, fed up with her protestations. Holding Carol's head back with one hand, Pussy pulled the gag across Carol's mouth, forcing it between her lips, tying it tightly behind her head.

"Let's hear you scream then," she said. And with that she got off the bed and gave Carol another lash across the bottom. Carol jerked up in pain, but her muffled cries would not have disturbed a sleeping cat.

"So. I've got this cane, this whip, this strip of leather and this electric flex. Which would you prefer, it's your choice?"

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," was all Carol could manage while shaking her head vigorously.

"I'll take that to mean you can't decide and would like to try all of them. Now, I am going to beat you with each of these in turn. I am going to make you wish you had never been born. I am going to shove things up your arse that will hurt you so much you will wish you were dead. I am going to torture your nipples, whip your back raw then piss into your wounds. Do you understand what I'm saying, Carol? Have you any idea how much I'm going to hurt you? Believe me, you haven't. Oh. And then I'm going to fix tape from each of your buttocks to the side of the bed so that your buttocks are pulled apart and your arsehole is exposed. Then I'm going to sit on your head and rub my cunt into your hair while I bring this cane down into the crack of your arse, right onto your arsehole and your cunt. And believe me, that will cause you excruciating pain. Excruciating pain. And why am I going to do this? Because I'll enjoy it, that's why. Because it will give me sadistic pleasure, help me to orgasm. That's why."

If she had not been gagged, Carol would have been screaming the house down. But all she could manage were pathetic muffled cries and to strain fruitlessly at her bonds.

But Pussy didn't beat Carol, at least not straight away. She went downstairs and got two candles. She came back into the bedroom. She sat on Carol's back and pushed one candle up Carol's arsehole. Carol was strangely quiet, perhaps resigned to her fate. Pussy struck a match and lit the candle. She lit the second candle. Sitting back on Carol's head, not caring that she was pushing Carol's head into the pillow, Pussy tipped the candle so that the wax dripped onto Carol's buttocks. Carol twitched in pain, but pinioned as she was she could not do much about it.

"Listen carefully," Pussy said. "I've lit the candle sticking out of your arsehole, Carol. If you give me any trouble I'll leave it there until it burns a hole in your arse, so behave yourself, all right?"

Carol lay still, trying not to react to the drops of hot wax landing on her arse. Pussy rubbed her cunt against the back of Carol's head - she liked the feel of Carol's wiry hair against her clit, it made her feel nice, made her want to reward Carol by hurting her some more.

But looking at Carol's arse, Pussy had an overwhelming desire to stroke it, to make love to it, not to hurt it. She snuffed out the candle protruding from Carol's arsehole and pulled it out. Pussy reached over and picked up the jar of cold cream from the bedside table. She took a good handful and slapped it on to Carol's buttocks. Pussy massaged Carol's arse, rubbing the cold cream into her, penetrating Carol's arsehole with her fingers, finger fucking her now slippery hole. She could hear Carol making pleasure noises. Pussy liked that. She hopped off the bed and got her mains powered massager. She pleasured Carol's bottom with it, pushed it hard against Carol's arsehole, then down, rubbing it over Carols' cunt lips, then pushing it hard and mercilessly against Carol's clitoris. Pussy enjoyed feeling the tension rise in Carol's body, the feeling of Carol's body gradually tensing beneath her, lifting up slightly, then tensing and quivering before jerking as orgasm took her. Pussy ground herself against Carol's hair, hoping she could come too, come with Carol. But she could not make it before feeling Carol relax beneath her.

Pussy got off the bed, pushed the candle up her own arsehole, picked up her bull whip and savagely lashed Carol across the back. Carol screamed out in both surprised and pain, at least she would have had her noise not been muffled by gag and pillow. Pussy hit her again, but only because she knew that Carol would not enjoy it. Pussy pushed the candle further up her own arse, then started to wank herself as she looked down at Carol. Pussy could tell by the way that Carol's body was moving that she was crying. Pussy lashed her again - Carol's crying, her suffering, her anguish excited Pussy.

But then Pussy heard the front door slam.

"Pussy?" It was Tom calling from downstairs. Whatever was Tom doing home so early?

"Up here," Pussy called back.

But Pussy could hear voices downstairs. She heard Tom's footsteps on the stairs, and then he was in the bedroom.

"Bloody hell!" Tom said, seeing Carol prostrated on the bed. He saw the red wheals across Carol's back. "Who the bloody hell is that?"

Pussy was taken off guard and didn't reply.

"Who is she?" Tom demanded.

"The postwoman," Pussy said.

Carol was going "hmm, hmm, hmm," which obviously meant 'help, help, help!'

"Bloody hell, Pussy," Tom hissed. "I've got Jeff and Dave downstairs - the match was abandoned, bomb warning or something."

"Hey, Tom, where's that beer then?" someone called from downstairs. And then there were footsteps on the stairs.

"And where's the bog, Tom?" And the bedroom door opened and Jeff put his head round the door.

"Bloody hell," Jeff said, standing transfixed in the doorway, taking in the scene. "Oi, Dave, come up 'ere and look at this!" he shouted back down the stairs.

"Out, boys," Tom said, trying to bundle Jeff out of the way. But Dave was coming up the stairs two at a time, sensing something interesting.

"Eh, Tom, you said nothing about a party!" Dave said as he too came into the bedroom.

"Come on boys, downstairs," Tom said.

But Pussy had other ideas. "Don't be such a spoilsport, Tom," she said, showing her nakedness to Jeff and Dave.

There was a silence as they all looked at each other. The silence was broken by another Carol "Hmmm!"

"Jees," Dave said. "Have you got two of them, Tom? Bloody hell, look at the marks on her back!" Dave saw the bullwhip Pussy was holding. He seemed concerned about Carol. "Is she all right?" he asked.

Carol shook her head vigorously, going "hmmm" again. Her distress was obvious to them all.

"Tom?" Dave said. "I mean, is this all right?" Dave was concerned about Carol.

Tom was looking lost, not sure what to do. "Er, I don't know."

Dave said to Carol, "Do you want to be released?" Dave was a big bloke, the strongest of the three men.

Carol nodded vigorously. "Hmmm!"

"Undo her, eh, Tom?" Dave said.

Pussy looked at Tom. Tom gave a little shrug as if to say 'well, what can I do?' Pussy gave him a 'well, do something!' look.

"The key's just there," Pussy said to Dave.

Dave started to undo Carol's wrist cuffs. "Just look at these marks on her back, Christ!"

"Pussy, how could you," Tom said artificially. Tom slapped the side of Pussy's bottom in admonishment.

Carol was free. Dave took her gag off.

"Look what she did to me!" Carol spat.

Dave sat on the bed. Carol cuddled up to Dave's protective chest, her knees drawn up, her breasts covered with her arms. "She's evil, evil. She forced me in here and God knows what she would have done if you hadn't all turned up."

"Carol!" Pussy exclaimed. "You little..." But she stopped. There was no point in arguing. The boys were going to believe Carol, not her.

"Where are your things?" Dave asked.

"In the washing machine downstairs," Carol said.

Pussy had a sudden pang of guilt. Oops, no they weren't, they were in the kitchen bin.

"I'll go and get them," Pussy volunteered.

"No, you stay here," Dave said. "Jeff, go and get 'em."

They all looked at Jeff.

"What?" Jeff said.

Jeff looked like a kid in a sweet shop. He had a big grin on his face, lost in his own dream-come-true surreality.

"Clothes, go and get them," Dave said.

"They're downstairs, in the, er, bin," Pussy said. Neither Dave nor Tom registered the significance. Jeff toddled off downstairs.

Carol began to sob quietly. Dave put his arm around her.

"There, cariad, it's all right now, Dave'll look after you."

Jeff came back surprisingly quickly. He was holding Carol's clothes at arm's length between thumbs and forefingers.

"They were in the kitchen bin," he said. "This is covered in baked beans, and this shirt had a wet tea bag on it."

"My clothes!" Carol wailed. "She said she was going to wash them for me!" And she burst into floods of tears and again curled up against Dave's chest.

"Pussy!" Tom said sharply. "How could you?" And he whacked Pussy's bottom again with his hand. "Shall I smack her bottom for you, Carol?" Tom asked.

"Yes," Carol said pouting.

And Carol flashed a look at Pussy that was so evil it made Pussy draw in her breath. The corner of Carol's mouth turned up, she momentarily narrowed her eyes. And then she buried her head in Dave's chest. She was acting, the little bitch was acting, wrapping the boys round her little finger.

Tom made Pussy bend over the brass bed end. He smacked her bottom with his hand a few times and then said, "There."

There was a pause, and then Carol said quietly, "Whip her."

Not waiting, Tom picked up the bull whip and brought it down across Pussy's buttocks. Pussy yelped in pain.

"Careful," Dave said.

"Keep out of this, Dave," Tom said reasserting himself. "She's my wife."

"Jeff," Tom said. "Jeff!" It took two wake up calls to get Jeff's attention. "Come and hold her arms down."

Jeff was there in a flash, holding Pussy securely bent over the foot of the bed, wallowing in the thrill of touching her, pressing against her, smelling her - yearning to cup and squeeze her breasts, though not daring to.

Tom lashed out at Pussy's buttocks with the whip. Pussy played up the anguish as much as she could.

After two lashes Carol said, "That's enough, please don't hurt her."

"She deserves it," Tom said and he lashed at her again. Pussy screamed out in pain, part real, part acted.

"No, please!" Carol said, and she broke away from Dave and stood between Tom and Pussy to stop the beating.

"Will someone get this woman out of the way?" said Tom, pretending to be cross and pushing Carol aside.

Dave tried to mediate. He guided Carol to a chair. "Sit down here," he said, resting his hands on her shoulders in case she should try to get up.

Tom brought the lash down across Pussy's back once more. Pussy yelped again.

Carol started to shake her head and said, "No, no, please don't." And her tears started to flow again.

Tom lashed at Pussy. Carol became more and more distressed, genuinely so at seeing Pussy suffer.

Tom lashed Pussy twice more. Carol became quite distraught. Then it was Pussy's turn to catch Carol's eye, flash a hidden smile to tell Carol: 'your distress is my pleasure.' It was Carol's turn to look shocked. She stopped crying immediately.

"That's enough, I think," Tom said. "Are you two girls going to make up, or what?"

Jeff let Pussy go. Pussy straightened up and went to stand in front of Carol. Carol looked up silently. Pussy bent down and licked Carol's face. One, two, three times from chin to forehead, like a big cat. Pussy held Carol's head and planted her mouth over Carol's and kissed her. And Carol responded. Pussy caressed Carol's breasts, Carol put her arms around Pussy.

"Bloody hell," Jeff said.

Pussy put her hands between Carol's legs and felt her cunt. She was as wet as a goose.

"Tom," Pussy said, "come here."

Tom stood beside Pussy. Pussy undid Tom's flies and got his stiff cock out. She pulled it towards Carol, pushing it into Carol's mouth.

"She hasn't had any cock for months, have you, Carol?"

Carol shook her head.

Pussy beckoned Dave over. Pussy undid Dave's flies and pulled his cock towards Carol. Pussy pulled Tom's cock out of Carol's mouth and pushed Dave's cock into it.

Pussy got up and stood back. Dave lifted Carol up and put her down on the bed. He was going to fuck her.

"I need a piss," Jeff said.

But Pussy could see that Jeff was stiff as a ramrod. She knelt down in front of him. She grazed her fingernails along his cock, through his jeans. She looked up at Jeff just in time to see his eyeballs rolling. He grabbed her head to steady himself. Pussy watched as his semen flooded his jeans, the wet patch appearing in front of her eyes.

"Hey, you have been enjoying yourself, haven't you?" Pussy said. "Still, at least you'll be able to piss now." She led him into the bathroom. Once there, Pussy undid his flies and thrust her hand into the warm cum in his knickers. She pulled his softening cock out and rubbed it up and down, her hand lubricated by his cum. Pussy led Jeff by the cock so he was standing in front of the lavatory.

"Go on," she said. "I want to hold it as you pee. No wait!" And Pussy sat on the lavatory seat as far back as she could, her legs wide apart. She aimed Jeff's cock down between her thighs and into the bowl. "Now piss," she said.

Jeff let go. As soon as he did, Pussy redirected the jet so that it fell on her shaven pussy, then up onto her stomach, then up onto her breasts, directing the jet onto each pierced nipple in turn, then quickly up onto her face, feeling the wonderful sharpness and heat of Jeff's piss jet. Pussy opened her mouth. Jeff pissed into Pussy's mouth. And then the stream stopped, then one more squirt, then stopped, then a final spurt. But Jeff's cock was rapidly hardening in Pussy's hand. She moved her hands to Jeff's buttocks and pulled him towards her, taking his cock in her mouth, urging him to move back and forth, to fuck her mouth, feeling the hardness of his cock against the back of her throat. And almost straight away Jeff came again.

Pussy shifted forward on the lavatory seat.

"Jeff," she said urgently, "get down and lick me."

Jeff knelt and lapped at Pussy's wet cunt - wet from her own juices and from his piss.

"Oh, there you are." Tom had come in to the bathroom. Jeff immediately backed away from Pussy's cunt.

"No," Tom said. "You carry on."

Jeff set back to work. Pussy beckoned Tom over and took his soft spunky cock in her mouth.

"Was she good?" Pussy asked.

"She has got the most fuckable arse," Tom said.

"I know," Pussy said. "Suck my nipples, baby, Jeff's making me come. Go on, suck 'em hard, squeeze the other one. Ooh that's it. Harder, Jeff, harder! Yes!" And Pussy came, came gloriously, gushing juices over Jeff's face, holding Tom's cock to steady herself.

"Stop, Jeff," Pussy said. "That was - wow!"

Pussy looked down at Jeff. He was stiff as a ramrod again. Pussy hopped off the lavatory and knelt on the floor.

"Shove it in there, Jeff, give my cunt a fucking good fucking."

And Jeff did. He went at her like a jackhammer. Pussy leant on the lavatory seat playing with her clit as Jeff did it to her.


After a while she said, "Stop, Jeff, just stay in me."

Jeff stopped.

"Watch," Pussy said. And she pissed, pissed on Jeff's hard dick that was stuffed up her cunt, her piss squirting out in every direction. And Pussy frigged her clit desperately, and while she was still pissing she told Jeff to go at her as hard and as fast as he could, and she made it, she climaxed again as she was pissing. She felt Jeff jerking off inside her and heard his orgasmic grunts as he filled her up with his spunk.

Worn out, Pussy dragged herself back into the bedroom. Carol was on her back on the bed, Dave was on top of her still shagging her for all he was worth. Pussy sat on the bed beside Carol and caressed her breasts. Carol smiled at her, a lovely, affectionate smile.

Pussy fingered Dave's arsehole to help him along. And it did. Dave climaxed, and sank down on top of Carol. He rolled off her and onto his back.

"He's like a machine!" Carol said. "God knows how many times I came!"

Dave smiled proudly. "Mind you, I'd better be going," he said. "The wife's bound to hear the match was abandoned and will wonder where I am. She'll want a good shagging tonight as well."

Dave made his way to the shower. Pussy and Carol were alone.

"Are you going too? Or are you going to stay?" Pussy asked, putting two fingers up Carol's cunt and rubbing her clitty with her thumb.

"Well, if you put it like that, I'll stay, if that's all right," Carol said.

"That's all right," Pussy replied.

"And you won't mistreat me?" Carol said.

"Of course I will," Pussy said.

And Carol smiled and gave a little shiver of anticipation.

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