Four Corners Society Ch. 02

Maggie’s breaths were coming long and deep as her ever increasing excitement began to push out the thoughts of confusion and all those questions that had moments before been swimming around in her mind. She found she was no longer struggling to open her mind. She was easing into a natural state of curiosity and fascination and sexual excitement.

She watched Ferrell’s finger gently glide in and out of Chen’s tiny nether hole. Then it eased almost completely out and she was surprised when she saw Ferrell this time insert both her middle and ring fingers into Chen. She remembered how it had hurt when Ferrell put her finger into her. The pain was most intense at the very beginning of the penetration but it still made her very full and somewhat uncomfortable to have just that single finger inside of her. And here was Ferrell stroking two fingers in and out of Chen.

But it looked to Maggie as if Ferrell was working the muscles, relaxing them, taking her time and allowing Chen’s tight ring and powerful inner-muscles to adjust to the intrusion. She briefly thought that if only she’d taken that time with her maybe it would have been a completely different experience. Maggie was shocked when she watched Ferrell’s free hand squeeze more gel into the crease of Chen’s ass and over her hand and then entered her with a third finger.

She marveled as she watched the stretched ring cling tightly to Ferrell’s three fingers. She was amazed the tiny woman could accommodate such a large intrusion. In fact she realized Chen hadn’t made the slightest move or uttered the faintest sound since Ferrell had begun exploring her darkest region. Maggie watched as Ferrell’s fingers not just slid in and out of Chen’s ass but also twisted around and every now and then spread apart, stretching her even further than before and then again slowly and deliberately fucking her.

Maggie could feel the fabric of the gray T-shirt brushing over her nipples. It was warm enough in the center that day that she hadn’t put on the sweatshirt. She quickly glanced down and saw her hard nipples pushing out against the fabric. She was visibly excited.

Eventually Ferrell’s probing fingers eased out of Chen’s ass and Maggie stared with curious fascination at how it did not snap closed. Rather it seemed to be stretched open and relaxed. What had moments ago been a tiny dark circle was now a large opening. Maggie wasn’t sure if the sight scared her or thrilled her but it did excite her. Ferrell’s slick shiny hand reached into the box and pulled out an anal plug. Maggie had seen them before on the Internet but she’d never actually seen one in real life. And she had certainly never seen one used. She’d just seen a picture on the web site that she’d secretly visited and ordered her one lone plain vibrator from. At the time it seemed very naughty and when she used it she felt decadent. But that seemed incredibly tame now as she watched Ferrell slick the plug with heavy globs of gel. The picture Maggie had seen showed three different sizes and she remembered shaking her head at the largest one. But the one Ferrell now held had to have been larger than the biggest one in the picture. It was immense and Maggie knew she wouldn’t be able to close her fingers around it let alone take it inside of her. And in her ass? No way. She also noticed it wasn’t made out of latex like the ones she’d seen and like her vibrator. The plug was made out of metal. It looked like aluminum.

Ferrell again reinserted her two middle fingers into Chen’s open hole. She ran them in circles along the edges of Chen’s opening. She again stretched her open and alleviated any tightening that had occurred while she’d been readying the toy. Maggie watched as Ferrell positioned the pointed glistening tip inside Chen’s wide-open ass. She slowly worked it in and out and each time the plug would slip deeper inside Chen’s body. Ferrell would turn and rotate the plug and then again work it in and out.

Ferrell’s other hand held her ass spread open and as the plug buried to the widest point she paused briefly and held it there. This time she didn’t slide it back out rather she gave one steady firm push and Maggie watched as it finally slipped completely inside Chen. For the first time she heard the tiny woman make a sound. A soft stifled shudder of breath as at last the plug was fully inside her. Maggie could see her cheeks and thighs clench and relax as she adjusted to the large object. Her tight ring clamped around the slender short stem. As her cheeks tightened and relaxed Maggie noticed the toy made a last tiny slip deeper and the flat base rested against Chen’s ass. Maggie was completely amazed by the sight.

Ferrell wiped her hands then retrieved her riding crop, rose and again stepped around in front of the bent Chen. She extended the crop down at arm’s length and bent her knees slightly until the tip of it reached up under Chen’s still lowered chin. Slowly she eased the crop up and Chen’s head followed. Higher and higher until Chen was again resting her pretty now filled bottom on her tiny feet. Maggie looked at the crease of her ass half expecting the toy to slide out and onto the floor but it did not.

She used the crop to tilt Chen’s head upward and looked down in the woman’s face. It was brief and faint but Maggie was certain she saw Ferrell smile ever so slightly. Then she used the crop to further urge Chen up. Chen obediently rose in synch with the crop under her chin until she was at last standing. Ferrell pulled the crop away and Chen’s head immediately bowed. The large woman walked back around behind the now standing figure and again with her crop she urged her to turn around.

As Chen turned to face her, Maggie took in the sight of her tiny sexy frame. Chen’s breasts were quite small and ended in distinct points. Maggie could see her already hard nipples jutting out from the small orbs. Maggie was breathing deep and slow as she reveled in the sight of these two completely different women. The two could not have been more opposite from one another but Maggie found them both uniquely beautiful and intensely sexy.

Ferrell stepped up very close to Chen and her finger lifted the woman’s chin until their eyes again met. Ferrell leaned down and let the very tip of her pink tongue run up the side of Chen’s cheek. Maggie watched Chen’s eyes flutter closed at the other woman’s subtle touch. Ferrell reached down and grabbed Chen’s thin wrist. For the first time Maggie noticed that on each wrist and each ankle Chen wore what appeared to be leather cuffs. Each had a metal clip dangling from it.

Ferrell raised her thin supple arm high above her head until her fingers tickled the ends of one of the dangling chrome chains. Ferrell opened the cuff’s metal clip and fastened it into one of the chain links. She then repeated the process for the other arm so that Chen stood with her arms stretched straight up.

Again Ferrell squatted and she urged Chen’s feet wider apart. She opened her legs until Chen was decidedly stretched in every direction. Then she fastened each ankle clip to one of the steel rings in the floor. She was completely secured now and at the corseted big woman’s mercy.

Ferrell’s hand roamed over Chen’s taught body. She caressed her small breasts and fondled her hard nipples. Her palms ran over and around her slim belly. Maggie suddenly noticed that Chen was completely shaven. Void of even the slightest hint of pubic hair. She had a prominent pubic mound and as Maggie admired it she could see the very beginning of Chen’s pussy as it curled slightly up from between her legs. Maggie could see her inner lips hanging freely between her tone thighs. They looked fuller and heavier than they had when she’d first seen them. She watched as Ferrell stroked her pussy and tickled at her clit. Teasing touches and probes and rubs.

Ferrell moved back to the cabinet and from it pulled an odd device made of leather and steel. Maggie watched with rapt fascination as Ferrell moved the device over Chen’s head and brought it before her mouth. Chen obediently opened her lips to receive the large bit. Ferrell pulled it hard into her mouth and fastened it behind her head. The two large steel rings on either side of her face pressed in and pushed her cheeks out slightly. The tightness of the leather straps and the thickness of the bit stretched Chen’s lips and bared her teeth.

Ferrell again came in front of Chen and she set the riding crop on the floor and again reached into one of the boxes. Maggie could see the glint of shiny metal in her fingers when they reemerged but she hadn’t a clue what she was holding. She watched in amazement as Ferrell’s fingers tweaked and pinched and coaxed Chen’s nipple out further and made it even harder. With two fingers she squeezed and pulled the very tip of Chen’s nipple. With her other hand she opened the clamp she’d retrieved and fastened it firmly at the base of her nipple against her breast. She repeated this same process for the other nipple. Maggie’s eyes flashed from Chen’s body to Ferrell’s face to Chen’s face and back to her body.

Next Ferrell pulled small weights from the box and began adding them to the rings at the ends of the tightly pinching clips. She could see Chen’s face wince and grimace at the obvious pain being inflicted on her. But she would then again relax and await the next wave. Maggie was amazed at how Chen’s nipples struggled against the weights hanging from them. Their intense hardness fighting to push them straight out while the weights worked to pull them down. Finally Ferrell decided she’d hung enough weights from Chen’s hard nipples. She stopped and eyed her work momentarily.

Maggie felt Dr. Clark’s warm strong touch on her neck and shoulders. It only added to her growing excitement. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt him rub and message her neck. She felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, “See Margaret? Do you see how she surrenders herself? See how she takes the pain?”

Maggie’s eyes opened and she returned to watching the two women. Her head nodded slowly.

“Do you see how she accepts the pain? How she has learned to control it, even use it? There is no pleasure without pain Maggie. Without one we cannot know the other. The secret is to welcome the pain. Fighting it only brings more pain and the pleasure gets harder and harder to find. You’ll learn Margaret. One day you will understand all of this.”

Maggie had a strong urge to kiss him but she knew it would be completely inappropriate and she didn’t want to do anything to disrupt this incredible scene she was witnessing. More she didn’t want to do anything to upset or disappointment Dr. Clark. And so she sat motionless and watched. She wondered if he had seen her now rock hard and very obvious nipples.

Chen’s breaths were slightly quicker now, slightly more forced. Ferrell moved behind her. She squatted low and Maggie jumped slightly at the loud smack from her palm on Chen’s tender ass. She rubbed the spot she’d just slapped then she did the same to the other cheek. She slapped and rubbed each cheek just once. Then suddenly she spanked her ass several times in quick hard succession. She paused and rose up and looked around and into Chen’s face. Then she squatted and repeated the spanking on the other side. Again she looked at Chen.

Ferrell retrieved her crop. She stroked it mockingly over Chen’s ass as she looked into her face. She then again squatted behind the woman. She raised the crop and Maggie felt her breath hold in her chest as Ferrell paused. She brought it down with loud decided smack. She was spanking Chen’s ass in a downward motion. Not coming up into the fleshier part of the cheeks. Maggie noticed that after each slap, Ferrell would cock her head slightly and looked between Chen’s legs. She realized the big woman wasn’t just inflicting pain on her she was torturing her. Ferrell was trying to make Chen drop the toy out of her. But Chen held strong and absorbed every painful strike. After several hard loud slaps Ferrell was at last satisfied and tenderly rubbed Chen’s ass.

Ferrell moved back in front of her. She squatted next to one of the boxes and pulled out a clothespin. Her free hand again rubbed over Chen’s pretty pussy. Maggie watched as Ferrell further separated her full lips and then isolated one between her fingers. She stretched it out and slowly clipped the pin to it. She looked up at Chen and then retrieved another and attached it to the opposite lip. Maggie was completely amazed. She would see Chen wince and grimace and then again relax.

It took Ferrell some time to complete this process. She would affix two or three or maybe four pins then pause to allow Chen to soak in the pain and adjust her mind and body. Over and over her hand delved into the box and by the time she was finally finished, Chen’s entire crotch bristled with the slim wooden stems of the clothespins. She then grabbed a handful and began attaching them randomly about Chen’s body. Along the undersides of her arms, deep inside her thighs, along the tight skin of her ribs. She’d return for another handful and continue. Along the backs of her legs, the sensitive skin at the edge of the armpit, around her breasts. When at last she’d finished Maggie couldn’t help but think the poor tiny woman looked like a porcupine. She was covered in dozens of the clothespins. And they were affixed in the most sensitive and tender areas of the body.

Maggie was only vaguely aware that his hands had slipped from her shoulders and were rubbing the tops of her forearms as they rested atop the chrome arms of the chair. It wasn’t until the second strap that she became aware of what he’d done. Dr. Clark had secured her wrists to the arms of the chair with Velcro straps. Maggie had been so engrossed in the two women that she hadn’t noticed. She was suddenly frightened.

“Ssshhh…It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. Just relax and be still.” His breath again a whisper in her ear. “Trust me Margaret.”

She desperately wanted to and up until she’d walked into this room she really thought she did. Know she wasn’t so sure. She’d experienced so many new things sitting here.

Ferrell had stepped back in front of Chen and now stood facing Maggie and Dr. Clark. Maggie’s head snapped up as he rose and moved out from behind her.

He walked up in front of the big nurse and her large pretty brown eyes batted. She then bowed her head and put her hands behind her back. Dr. Clark stepped around her and up to Chen. He looked her over from head to toe. Even lifting the weights hanging from one nipple and hefting them in his hand. He squatted and looked over her completely covered pussy. At last he rose and looked at Chen’s face. She was in obvious pain but the longer she hung there and the longer she endured all that had been done to her body’s most sensitive areas a strange look began to creep over her face. A look of distinct pain and yet oddly sublime.

It was more than warm air and the flames of candles that caused the tiny beads of sweat to run from her arms and down her stretched ribs. She managed to open her eyes and look at Dr. Clark. Her almond -shaped eyes seemed to plead with him. Not a look of mercy but a look of hope. A look that said she had tried her best. A look that asked if she’d done well. Like a small child her look begged for his blessing. Maggie watched as the backs of his fingers tenderly stroked the Asian woman’s pretty face. She so wished he would touch her in that way.

Maggie relaxed slightly and no longer pulled at her restraints. She was still unsure why he’d strapped her to the chair but she decided to put her faith in him and hoped she was doing the right thing.

Dr. Clark leaned close to Chen’s ear and he whispered into it. Maggie desperately wished she could here what he was saying to the woman. As bizarre as it seemed and despite all of what she’d seen Maggie couldn’t say she’d witnessed anything completely mean or unnecessarily brutal. To the contrary, despite the obvious pain and torment, the entire event had been strangely sensual and erotic. The pain and torment all seemed to have a purpose. And each act seemed to be carried out with the utmost attention by all involved. Ferrell had been very deliberate but almost compassionate. And with every new sensation of pain Chen almost seemed to want more.

Dr. Clark left Chen and returned to stand in front of Ferrell. Her warm eyes looked up at him. Maggie saw what once had been a stern face now looked very much like a child. Very much like Chen looked at him. She stared at Dr. Clark with a look that seemed desperate for his approval. Maggie watched him nod and whisper into her ear as well. He then strolled back around behind Maggie and again eased down and put his lips to her ear. She held her breath as she waited for his words. So pleased that he was sharing with her too and that she hadn’t been left out.

“That’s a good girl Margaret.”

Maggie’s eyes opened and she watched as Ferrell slowly and carefully removed the pins from Chen’s crotch. One by one she returned them to the box and Maggie could see Chen’s body shudder with pain as her bare pussy was again revealed. Blood rushed back to spots that had been clamped and Maggie could see Chen’s face grimace and her teeth clamped hard onto the bit stretched into her mouth. Ferrell removed the weights and clamps and the remainder of the pins but left Chen tethered and gagged.

She reached into one of the boxes and retrieved a thin stubby flat-headed toy. She twisted it in her fingers and Maggie could here the tiny device hum loudly. Ferrell’s fingers stroked and rubbed Chen’s lips and she eased her two middle fingers deep inside her. Maggie watched Chen’s lips stretched tightly over her teeth and her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Ferrell didn’t really fuck her with her fingers, rather she seemed to be holding them inside her and manipulating her deep inner body.

Ferrell pressed the small vibrator against Chen’s obviously swollen clit and rubbed it in tight circles. Her fingers worked faster inside of her and Maggie could feel her own sex dampen as she watched this pretty Asian woman become completely engrossed in pleasure. She began to grind her hips and felt the seam of her sweatpants against her swelling clit. Felt it tingle in response. She slipped ever so slightly forward to stretch the fabric tighter into her pussy and harder against her clit.

“Be still Margaret.”

Maggie now had to fight the growing urge that was quickly building inside her. She could see Chen’s breaths coming in short gasps and knew she was almost there. Ferrell was expertly working her toward a strong orgasm. Then she heard the tiny woman moan loudly and deeply and saw her hips shake. Her head threw back as she moaned between quick sucking breaths. Maggie was so completely turned on now. She knew she was very wet and her nipples had begun to hurt with hardness. She wanted so bad to touch herself or just to grind her hips again but his ever-close face was a reminder of his words and she stayed very still. Over and over Chen thrashed and moaned and came until at last she collapsed her weight in exhaustion. She hung from her wrists as her legs refused to support her weight any longer.

Ferrell put the toy back in the box and stood. She took the small fully spent woman in her ample arms and held her up. Chen rested her sweaty cheek tenderly against Ferrell’s bulging cleavage. Her legs returned and she was again able to support herself. Ferrell at last reached up and freed her arms but it was Chen who reached down and freed her legs and removed the gag. While she was doing so, Ferrell had stepped around behind her, placing her body between her and the large armoire.

She was facing Maggie and her hands roamed lovingly over Chen’s naked flesh. Maggie could see the lusty look on her face and knew her own must look the same. She felt like she was going to explode. Never had she been this excited, this turned on, this in need of release. Desperate for it.