Lesbian Rape

Pussy and the Postmistress


Chapter 4: Lesbian Abuse

"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.

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