Betrayal Pt. 05

'Welcome home to my bum,' she breathed.

Sylvia's almond-shaped eyes blazed down at me, shining with debauchery. She'd taken the tape from my head and mouth. She was sitting on my face, squashing it in a dominating over-whelming way so I couldn't breathe, couldn't move from her strength and weight.

'This is where you belong,' she informed me breathlessly.

Now my tongue was probing her anus. Just how she loved it. The passageway encapsulated my exploring tongue, tasting kind of tangy. At each quest of extending my oral organ to delve deeper at her instructions, her eyes folded back in utter ecstasy.

It'd been like this for hours. She never tired of this kind of torture. She absolutely adored analingus whilst suffocating me to the point of agonising oxygen deprivation. It went on and on and on.

Finally, as she became satisfied and had reached her fulfilment she rose. Her crushing weight alighted from my stricken face and the relief was gratifying. Gratefully, I gulped in air and was able to fill my lungs for the first time in hours.

Her bottom remained wavering just above my damp face. I knew what she was waiting for.

'Thank you for sitting on me,' I said, trying to sound as genuinely appreciative as possible. I kissed each rounded buttock as lovingly as I could muster.

'Carry on,' she rasped.

'I'm so sorry for escaping,' I continued, close to sobbing. 'I love having you sit on me...'

'And?' her voice became harsh.

'And I love you suffocating me and torturing me as much as you like,' I went, tears rolling down my cheeks. I carried on kissing her bottom until she finally decided she'd had enough and moved away from the table.

With one final amused glance back, she picked up a newspaper and sat down to read. Demetria had sat riveted by the whole performance for the past few hours. She'd occasionally read a bit, ate some sandwiches, watched some TV. But mostly she'd watched my being tortured by her heroine, her mentor. Now it was her turn. And I could tell from the look on her face as she straddled my head and squatted down she wanted to try everything Sylvia had done to me.

'Kiss my bottom,' she grinned down at my sobs. 'And tell me how much you want me to do the same to you.'

'I... want... you... suffocate... me...' I sobbed, kissing her onion-shaped backside as it loomed ominously above my vulnerable face.

'How much do you want me to sit on your face and suffocate you?' she asked, smirking at my tears.

'V... v... e... r... r... y... m... u... c... h...' I cried, snivelling.

Before I had a chance to inhale she plonked herself down, pushing my head to fit neatly in the centre of her posterior.

For the next few hours it seemed like an eternity of smothering and humiliating torment. She revelled in it. She must have been as extreme as Sylvia in her teasing and torturing methods. I had no choice but to endure this sadism, as she changed positions every hour or so. Sometimes she sat on my face facing my feet and at other times reversed her posture.

'This is divine!' she exclaimed, pleased she'd found a new word to describe her enjoyment.

I wished this horrendous experience would end, prayed for her to finish me off. At least it would be over. But they were too cruel for that. They just wanted to derive their perverted pleasure from my suffering. And there was nothing that could save me. Then they took it in turns to squat on my face and torture me. This must have gone on for ages because by the time they were both sated it was turning dark outside. I must have been in a daze from all the abuse because it took a while for me to comprehend they weren't playing with me anymore. I heard deep breathing and could now turn my head enough to see they were both asleep on the settee.

That was my first lucky break. My next break came when I realised my bonds round my wrists had loosened slightly. It was only a small amount but it gave me the leverage to spend fifteen minutes trying to work them loose. All my struggling through the best part of the whole day had chaffed my wrists raw. But the ropes had become loose enough for me to wriggle out one hand...

The man shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Opposite him, behind her desk, sat a woman with a severe hairstyle. Her hair was pulled back hard and secured in a bun at the back. Although her features were fairly harsh there was an attractiveness about her.

'Here,' she said, handing him another tissue from a box.

Gratefully, he took it and dried his eyes, blowing his nose.

'It's extremely brave of you to come to me and tell me all of this,' she told him. 'It must have been very traumatic.'

'I feel like I've been through hell and back,' he admitted.

His face was red from his experience and from all the crying he'd been doing as he related the events of what had happened. She clicked off the tape machine.

'So, you managed to escape their clutches,' she said, standing. 'Coffee?'

'Please,' he said. 'White and two sugars.'

Usually her assistant would pour the drinks but she'd dismissed the aide earlier.

'What will happen to the two women?' he asked anxiously, as she busied herself on the cabinet with the tray.

'Here,' she said, handing him a cup in a saucer. He hadn't had a hot drink in a nice cup and saucer for years. He felt it was comforting in some strange way.

'The two women?' she said, smoothing her hands across her wide hips.

He idly mused she had quite a voluptuous figure for an assistant commissioner. That's what she was, it said so on a sign on her mahogany desk. 'Veronica Blissom - Assistant Commissioner'.

'Well, they'll get their just rewards,' she continued. 'They'll get what's coming to them.'

'A long time in prison?' he asked, hopeful.

Her face was getting a bit fuzzy so he shook his head to clear it. Her face just became even more fuzzy, and it was smiling.

'Oh, I shouldn't think so,' she said, grinning. 'I think they'll just carry on as before.' She pressed a button on one of the three phones on her desk.

'Sandra, I don't want any calls or interruptions for at least two hours,' she called into the microphone.

The man fell off his chair to the floor. Swiftly, she hauled him to a seated position, backed him up to the chair and took out some tape from a desk drawer. She skilfully taped his wrists to the arms. Then she smiled down at him, turned her back to him and pushed his face into her skirted bottom. It was a broad and protruding posterior, of which she was highly proud.

'I've given you a date rape drug,' she informed him. 'You won't be able to call out or even speak. You will obey my every command like a zombie. When I've finished pleasuring myself I will arrange to secretly take you home.'

Then she began to sit down, his face wedged against her large backside, forcing his head back into the chair-seat, and grinned an evil grin. Gasping in delight, she sank herself down full weight on his helpless face.

The end.