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  The last phrase affected her like and relieved the agony. When she opened her eyes Annabelle stared at Kitty’s face, desperate to figure her out. But the latter one was just as unreadable as a sphinx. Her unusual orbs were not blinking, fixed on their goal. Both her and Evan were confident in their victory and it felt as if their tongues were tasting her skin. It made her tingle with some depraved pride at how she was at the center of their world right at that instant.

  They said that pride leads to your downfall. What caused Annabelle to lose the final card that night – pride, lust, denial or combination of all of her sins? It didn’t matter. The moment when Kitty ordered her to take the stockings off she made a mewling sound and tried to get up from the chair.

  “Don’t even think about it, Annabelle. You’re into this until you see it through.” When the blonde tried to open her mouth Kitty raised her palm to cut her mid sentence. “You entered that game with your eyes wide open and knew you could lose. Nobody forced you to take part, it was an act of free will. You will handle the consequences of your choice.” She softened her voice and took a sip of the wine in front of her. “Trust me, I will not do anything that you won’t enjoy immensely.”

  Annabelle looked at her suspiciously but then she sighed and started rolling the seamed stockings down her creamy thigh. Hopefully in the morning she’d be able to face her reflection without being overwhelmed by self loathing.

  “Good girl.” Kitty said when Annabelle took off the second stocking and left it on the pile of clothes. Evan looked happy as the cat who had gotten the milk with the turn of the events. He was perfectly calm save for how tense his shoulders were. He got up and started clearing the table. After he stashed the clothes on one of the chairs he moved the glasses and the bottle to the kitchen island. The silence as Evan took his time was so poignant and Annabelle felt how the noose around her neck was tightening by the minute. She still had her eyes down. Was this an act of submission? Shame?

  Kitty and Evan moved their chairs away from the table to the center of the room leaving plenty of open space before them. They sat and looked at her in expectation.

  “Climb on the table and lie there with your legs spread.” Evan broke the stillness and turned back to the table walking with deliberate slowness. He went on with the calm orders. “Raise your ass and put your hands by your hips. Spread yourself widely. I want to take a good look at your pussy.”

  Kitty smiled with approval and leaned back in the chair. When Evan took his seat next to her the stranger placed her feet at his lap rubbing his cock through the pants. Annabelle nodded obediently and rose to her feet. Her husband’s firm authoritative words were like a hand on her sensitive clit. Or a whip. They will do as they please with me. How can something so deeply wrong feel so right?

  The hard wooden table pressed to her back as Annabelle presented her glistening cunt to Kitty and Evan. And it was truly a work of beauty. The marble pale outer lips were a perfect frame for her neatly tucked inner labia, just as pink as her nipples. In the position she took they also had a view to the star of her ass contracting due to the involuntary tightening of her slit. Annabelle was panting heavily trying not to reflect on how low you would be to love exposing your vagina to a stranger. The hood of her clit was throbbing visibly and she gasped, trying not to moan like a whore when Kitty walked to the table and reached out to stroke the little nub of flesh. She used her fingernails to expose Annabelle’s clit and chuckled with amusement.

  “Damn, Evan, your wife is soaked, and we haven’t even started with her yet.” She bowed her raven haired head to Annabelle’s pussy and took a long lick from the point of her asshole to her little clit collecting as much juices as she could. This time she was unable to handle the pressure and moaned out loudly. It was more of a mewling sound than actual yell of a woman being pleasured. Still her hips raised even further trying to press further into Kitty’s tongue. The latter one laughed sending vibrations to her already sensitive flesh.

  “Uh-huh, no, sweetie, you are not in charge tonight. I will decide how much of my tongue you will get.” She smacked Annabelle’s inner thigh causing her to contract her pussy muscles even further. “What a naughty girl.”

  After that Kitty seated herself back at Evan’s lap to the distant chairs and brought her lips to his. They still had the fragrance of his wife’s pussy, the pleasure nectar was running down her chin. He licked her golden skin and placed his hands on her ass. His mouth was lapping up every bit of cunt juice. The man ignored fully Annabelle’s desperate moans as she watched him kiss another woman. Finally Evan slid his tongue deeper into Kitty’s open mouth and dug his nails at the flesh of her waist hiking the shirt up.

  “I wonder how much wetter she will be when we finally allow her to cum.” He said as he stroked Kitty’s cheek so tenderly that Annabelle nearly burst in tears. But at the same time the sight of that gorgeous woman over the knees of her husband and his clear lust for her caused another strong shudder in her clit.

  “Kitty, please…”

  “Off the table, little girl.” Kitty completely ignored her pleas and undid one more button of her shirt. “Get down on your knees and come to us crawling. Then kneel at your husband’s feet. Back straight. Hands behind your back, tits out, legs spread slightly. Eyes to the floor unless I specifically tell you to look at us. Do it now.”

  Annabelle looked at Evan’s eyes once more searching for any kind of mercy in there. However, he remained dispassionate and just nodded in agreement with Kitty’s order. The woman slid her legs down the table. As her toes touched the floor she almost slipped with how shaky her feet were. The adrenalin hit her in the head as if she was about to jump straight at an abyss. The act of crawling like a real pet on her bare hands and knees was a huge scar on her ego. But it still provoked her cunt to drip even more.

  When she knelt at Evan’s feet and assumed the position Annabelle jutted her breasts and presented herself as a gift they could open or leave and completely forget about. The last of any resemblance of free will slipped through her fingers as she clasped her hands on the small of her back.

  Kitty kissed Evan one more time and left his warm and comfortable lap. She walked behind Annabelle’s back and spoke softly. All the woman could hear was how her guest was rummaging through the leather bag.

  “How do you feel? Be honest.”

  “Vulnerable.” Annabelle’s voice was close to sobbing. “Humiliated. Like you made a fool out of me and I let you. I fucking hate you.”

  Kitty just tutted and didn’t say a word more. Annabelle felt how she gathered the tresses of hair from her back and tied them in a firm ponytail using a thin strip of leather. The hovering woman made sure that the knots were so tied Annabelle’s scalp stung. She moaned out when Kitty yanked her hair back and slapped her supple breasts.

  “You are not a very good liar.” Kitty pulled out a large leather collar out of her bag with unending supplies. Her fingers felt surprisingly tender when she ran them down Annabelle’s neck, caressing and comforting her. Next thing she knew Kitty clasped the pink collar around her neck. The silver O-ring on it was so heavy that made the woman bend a little further. “There. From this point on until we take the collar off you’re our pet. You will refer to us as ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am’ and any display of disrespect will lead to punishment.” She took a small pause and paced a little behind her pet’s back so Annabelle would have time to assimilate the information. “But of course, I’m not cruel. If at any point you feel like we’re going too far, that it is more than you can handle and want out all you have to do is say ‘red’. Do you understand, pet?”

  “W-why do you give me a way out that I can use now or as soon as you start whatever you have in mind?” Annabelle was bewildered, completely forgetting that she was supposed to hate the whole experience.

  Kitty never answered that and just returned to her previous seat, next to Evan. She wasn’t touching him now and at that moment they appeared more like allies than lovers.

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sp; “Do you understand, pet?” She repeated with firmer voice that clearly meant trouble.

  “Y-yes, yes ma’am.”

  “Good girl. Now…” Kitty turned to Evan and went back to her seductive tone, purring just like a kitten. “Your wife was awfully rude tonight and was a very bad hostess.”

  “Was she?” Evan seemed mockingly surprised and looked down at his obedient bride savoring the sight of her on her knees. “How awful of her.”

  “She called me names and didn’t even acknowledge me as a person. She was also incredibly mean to you when all you wanted to do was help. And if what you said was true these are not her only sins.”

  Annabelle shivered with fear and squeezed her fingers tighter as she expected Evan’s answer.

  “Yes, these were actually the least of her sins.” Evan uttered slowly and his next words were filled with potent rage and pain. “I could forgive her for being bitchy and cranky at the end of the working day. But I don’t take it lightly when I’m accused of marital rape.”

  “I never accused you of that!” Annabelle cried out even if she knew that would get her in trouble. “I just…”

  “Yes, you implied that I took advantage of you and got you drunk on purpose. That I used you for my pleasure without your consent. I’ve been living in fear that some day something would click at that messed up brain of yours and you’ll decide to tell someone else or press charges.” He reached out and grabbed her by the ponytail forcing her to meet his eyes. “Guess what, though? It was your choice to get drunk and you were the one who initiated it. Something more…” His breath caressed her face despite that his tone was anything but gentle. “You fucking loved it! You were begging for more and riding my cock all night long as if you couldn’t get enough, like a horny slut. But that doesn’t really fit into Little Miss Perfect. So what do you do? Make me a rapist. Convenient.” He let go of her hair and pushed her back with contempt.

  Annabelle could beg and explain, try to tell him it was more complicated than that but in the end Evan was right. He paid for her own shame and insecurities and she couldn’t pretend to be blind.

  “I… I’m sorry.”

  “That is quite the start, Annabelle, but at this point it is simply not good enough.” Evan said plainly.

  “So… we have general bitchiness, bad personality and self denial. You’re in for some punishment tonight, sweetheart. We will start with good old spanking. Climb on my lap so I can show him how you long to be disciplined. Twenty smacks.”

  The woman froze at her spot and gulped heavily trying to find the voice of reason. It told her she could have gotten away with one simple “red”. Just one word and the humiliation would be through.

  Annabelle crawled to Kitty’s chair and carefully pushed her small body up so she would lie on top of her legs. Evan pulled his chair aside so that his wife’s face was facing the bulge in his pants. She pressed her tits to the woman’s gathered legs and rested trying to calm her breathing. The velveteen fingers that ran over her exposed butt cheeks were deceptively soft. Kitty squeezed her and pressed her long fingernails against the tight anal ring. Annabelle made a cute whimpering sound and gasped spreading her legs a little bit.

  “So eager…” Kitty licked her lips and pressed the palm of her left hand to her pet’s neck. She raised her free hand and brought it down to the woman’s uplifted ass making her cry out as her flesh shivered with the sudden pain. Annabelle bit her tongue and breathed through the physical ache. To her utmost surprise her body reacted so well to that cruel treatment. Before she could ponder any further her cheeks stung once more as Kitty followed it with a harsher blow causing Annabelle to sob out loudly.

  “Count, little girl. That was number two. You will count no matter what until we reach twenty.” Kitty pulled her hair once more until the pet confirmed her agreement with a shaky nod. Her body was on fire with pleasure and pain that blurred in her mind. She anticipated the next blow and caught the gaze of her husband. Evan had pulled his long cock out of his boxers and had wrapped his hand around the thick shaft giving them both a hungry look. He started pumping it with aggressive movements and pulled his foreskin over the meaty head, glistening with slick precum.

  Kitty gave her another harsh slap and hissed at her ear to count. Annabelle moaned out again and cried a desperate three. She literally felt the heat spreading over her skin and knew for sure sitting down would be an issue the next few days. However as soon as the hurt began to fade she readily pushed her hips up, eager for more. The punishment was well deserved even if she was enjoying it way more than she should have. Her tormentor was alternating softer, almost loving smacks with hard palm hits that made the blonde cry with real tears. Her make up was running down her face like black stains on a porcelain doll black stains. Annabelle was barely able to breathe, her ass was getting numb with all that spanking but she longed for more, as disgraceful as it was.

  “Good girl.” Kitty gave her a more playful slap and slid her fingers in Annabelle’s sloppy cunt, spreading her lips and gasping theatrically. “You really love this, don’t you, little brat? You love when you get what you deserve for being such a bad girl!” She spread her thighs wider and hit the reddening pussy. Annabelle yelled with the sudden pain, stronger than anything she felt by that moment. “Answer me, pet! Don’t forget your place.”

  “Y-yes, ma’am…” Just ten minutes ago these words would barely make their way out of her mouth but now she was screaming them out freely. “I love it when you spank me.” Her hips were dancing under Kitty’s firm hand as she kept on smacking, taking the time between the blows to rub her little pet’s clit. Annabelle uttered the next number with effort.

  “One more rule, baby girl. You are not allowed to cum till we say so.” Annabelle shivered with horror at that. How was she supposed to restrain herself when her lust was building up more and more with every harsh blow. Just then she realized that would be the true challenge of the evening.

  At about the tenth smack Evan grabbed his wife by her ponytail and opened her mouth with his stiff cock. Annabelle instinctively wrapped her pretty lips around him and started slurping his precum as if on cue. However he was not in the mood for games of teasing and seduction right now. She hardly gave him blow jobs and at that instant his main purpose was to make up for the lost time, claim her mouth and throat. Before the hapless woman knew what was going his pulsing dick was shoved deep down her throat and gagged her. Evan slapped the cheeks of her face playfully and moved his hips in position to fuck her mouth. Kitty gave him a conspiratorial grin and slammed her palm against Annabelle’s pussy. The latter one screamed on the cock that was choking her. The slick mix of saliva and phlegm ran down her face as she tried to handle Evan’s prick.

  “Count, girl. Don’t think you’re off the hook, keep counting.” Kitty was having a blast as Annabelle tried to multitask between sucking cock and uttering muffled numbers. Kitty shoved three digits in her pussy and pressed her forefinger to the rough, grainy patch of her G-spot. That made the poor pet jump at near orgasmic state. Kitty would pull her fingers out and spread the juices all over the sore, beaten ass as if they were lotion.

  Annabelle gradually overcame her embarrassment and blinked her tears away staring at Evan’s eyes. Every few seconds he was pulling out just to slam deep back in her throat making it bulge under the pressure. She placed her fingers on his balls and raised her head so she would suck him even deeper.

  “Wow, who would have though a refined lady like her would be such an eager dick sucker.” Kitty laughed as Annabelle bobbed her head up and down on her husband’s cock. He was in heaven, grunting and moaning the whole time, his fist was holding her by the ponytail and pressed her head harder. However when she took the initiative something in him got unleashed.

  “Oh, yes, she is really just a filthy whore.” Annabelle trembled at these words. Her worst fears were resurfacing and the emotional sting hurt her more than any spanking that Kitty could give her. Still she kept sucking with the same z
est while the other woman was spreading her cunt and testing how many fingers would fit in there. It took her all of her strength not to give in to the orgasm. It seemed as if every sensitive point of hers was on fire. The way Evan used her mouth for his pleasure didn’t make it any easier for her to control her pussy.

  Finally he pulled out and slapped her face with his throbbing cock, clearly on the verge of shooting his load. He smeared the precum and spit all over Annabelle’s pretty features as if applying make up, using his tip as a brush.

  “Mmm, our little pet seems to love pain.” Kitty raised her fingers and Evan gasped as soon as he saw how soaked they were, slimy and slippery.

  “T-twenty…” Annabelle’s tortured voice escaped her stained lips and her ass muscles stiffened. She was half prepared for Kitty’s hand to smack her again. Instead the woman ran her hand down her back in a loving caress.

  “Good girl. You took your beating so well, much better than I expected. But don’t get complaisant, you have a lot to prove.” Kitty ran her hand over Annabelle’s ponytail, smoothing her hair.

  “The night is still young, darling.” He yanked Annabelle’s head back once more and looked up at his accomplice. “Do you have something harder at that bag of yours? I want to see how much her ass can handle.”

  Kitty grinned at him and helped Annabelle to go back on her knees stroking her hair in weirdly affectionate way.

  “What are you going to do with me… ma’am, sir?” She asked in trembling voice, more aroused than scared, trying not to cum by accident. Nobody dignified her inquiry with an answer. However, Evan took her by the hand and raised her just to have her lay on her stomach over the chair.

  “Don’t bend your knees. Ass in the air and keep your legs open.” He ordered and ran his fingers over the sore flesh with some mild welts forming. Kitty pulled her bag near and placed a smooth, rectangular shaped wooden paddle in his hand. Evan took it by the leather handle and rubbed it slightly over Annabelle’s exposed pussy. She winced and closed her eyes, still so tender from the spanking. No matter that this new experience brought her so much pleasure how long would her body last that torture? Evan’s cruel words about her being a whore still bothered her but she couldn’t express those fears. The blonde was so lost in the lonely thoughts that she didn’t notice how the other woman put another object at Evan’s broad palm. He quickly put it in his pocket with a sadistic smile.