Faith and the Thai episode

Fiona stood there, hands akimbo, dressed in a short black dress that only went down to mid-thigh. She was wearing black stiletto sandals on bare feet. Kirsty looked back at her and her eyes went from her heard to her toes and back again smiling her approval. Kirsty was wearing a white mini-dress, ivory self-supporting stockings and a pair of sling-back shoes in white.

Neither of the girls wore a bra though in Kirsty's case this was more obvious the white dress letting her erect dark nipples and areolas show through. Fiona walked in and giggled when she saw Angus's ass,

'I see you've started to have fun without me, not fair!' she walked up to him and touched his ass with her fingers, feeling the raised welts, he winced as she did this, she rewarded that with three hard slaps and a sharp rebuke. Kirsty handed her a leather crop,

'My darling Fiona, why don't you catch up? Give him twelve with the crop whilst I pour us some chilled Chardonnay I have ready. I'm sure he needs it.' Angus mumbled something, Kirsty heard him and spoke again, 'in fact, he may need more than twelve, judging by his attitude, give him eighteen, that will prepare him for what's to come!' Angus's lower lip trembled as Fiona took his arm and moved him towards the other sofa, she put him over the back with his head and arms hanging down. She raised her arm above her shoulder then brought down the crop hard on the centre of his buttocks.

Falling on his already hurting ass the stroke made him cry out, this only spurred on Fiona who used the crop on him twice more in rapid succession. He now had three very red stripes in between the purple welts, they very quickly formed raised ridges to match the existing ones. He cried with each stroke and Fiona spoke,

'Angus, Angus, Angus... will you never learn? The more you cry out the harder and faster I will punish you. Keep quiet and it will be better for you.' Angus sobbed. Fiona took up the crop again, raised it and brought it down lower down his ass, he gritted his teeth and grunted. The next four strokes went slowly down to the bottom of his ass cheeks. Eight beautiful raised welts in a dark shade of red now adorned his backside in addition to Kirsty's purple ones.

She grazed her nails over his ass, stopping to feel his welts. They felt hot, very hot, even the purple ones, he grimaced as she did this. Fiona raised the crop again and brought it down vertically, crossing the existing stripes. She did this four more times, his grunts became more high-pitched and desperate. She still had five more to go and she was going to make them memorable. She spoke to him,

'We are down to the last five, these I want you to count, thank me and then ask for the next one. Failure to do this means I repeat the stroke, is that clear?' Angus tried to nod in his upside down position as he mumbled a 'Yes'. Fiona raised her arm and swung her body to bring down the crop with all her weight behind it, it landed diagonally across his ass, he stiffened and wailed,

'Onnnnne! Thank you Miss, please may I have another one?' Fiona answered,

'Of course you can my worm, of course you can,' she moved to the other side and repeated her blow but in the opposite direction. He now had a large red 'X' on his ass crossing all previous welts. He wailed again, his tears flowed freely making the sofa wet. He blubbered,

'Twooooo! Thank you Miss, please may I have another one?' Fiona smiled and said,

'Angus, the last three will be on your thighs, very hard, I will still expect you to count them so get ready!' he grunted as she raised the crop, she brought it down with all her weight hitting him on the very crease between thighs and buttocks, he almost straightened out as he let out a long pained wail, he screamed out 'Three-ee-ee thank you Miss! Please may I have another one?' She raised the crop again and brought it down on his thighs an inch under the last stroke.

His hands flew to his thighs and held them tight, he cried uncontrollably, his tears unstoppable. Fiona waited for him to count the stroke but he just held tight as she tapped his thighs with the crop. Three whole minutes passed and no count came from him. She snarled,

'Bad boy! That one does not count, I will take the stroke again and you have earned an extra one, therefore after that one you still have two more to go. Angus blubbered,

'Yes-s-s Miss, understood,' she raised the crop and brought it mercilessly down on his thigh, 'Aaaa-h-h, Four miss! Thank you Miss, please may I have another one?', Fiona smiled and gave him another hard stroke, 'Nnn-g-g-g, Five miss! Thank you Miss, please may I have another one?' She spoke softly,

'Last one Angus, after it I want you to thank me and ask to kiss the crop.' He nodded as she brought the crop back and twisted well away from him, she then swung round with all the weight and brought the crop hard down on the sit-spot again, his hands flew to the crease and through clenched teeth he grunted,

'Aaaaayyy! Ssss-s-six miss! Thank you Miss, please may I kiss the crop?' she brought the crop to his lips and he kissed it reverently, Fiona took his hand and had him stand up, she then took him back to the wall and stuck his nose in the corner ordering him not to move. His ass and thighs were a mass of red and purple raised welts each very hot to the touch. He stood there sobbing, tears streaming down his face and dripping to the ground.

Kirsty had been sitting on the other sofa watching the show and was impressed, she hadn't seen Angus beaten so comprehensively by someone other than her in a long time, she should really let others use him more often. Fiona walked up to her and took a sip of the Chardonnay waiting on the low table; she took Kirsty's hand and pulled her up into her arms. The girls kissed each other desperately; Angus's beating had excited both of them, their pussies hot and wet.

They let their hands roam over each other, Kirsty particularly loved Fiona's breasts, large yet firm globes with long erect nipples, whilst Fiona loved to fondle Kirsty's bottom, firm and muscular as a result of the gym work she did. Fiona kissed Kirsty all over her face whilst her hands gripped her ass, as she did this she slowly pulled up Kirsty's dress and was soon gripping her bare ass cheeks. She pushed Kirsty away a moment to look at her and gestured for her to remove the dress, she was left standing in a tiny gossamer-like triangle supported on her pussy by the thinnest string sides Fiona had ever seen. Kirsty pulled on Fiona's dress and helped her remove it, the Irish girl stood there in a sheer black Agent Provocateur string.

Fiona pushed Kirsty back onto the settee and knelt between her legs, she started nibbling through the gossamer that passed for knickers whilst Kirsty moaned turned on as she already was from Angus's beating at both their hands. Fiona the string thong off and was pleasantly surprised to find Kirsty had shaved completely, not a hair to be seen or felt. She remembered the last time she had seen this pussy it had been an unkempt mess, the auburn curls only just kept from poking out the sides of the panties. It was her who had gently suggested to Kirsty that a visit to the studios all-body stylist might be in order.

She eagerly ate the Scot out, spurred on by the moans and groans and sounds of a girl being pleasured. She pushed her finger into Kirsty's hole and slowly played it in and out, she wet it liberally with cunt juice then worked her way down to Kirsty's puckered asshole. She rubbed her finger at the entrance then pushed in insistently in, it did not take much effort for the finger to break through the plane of the sphincter and once it was in Fiona finger fucked her first with one, then two, then three fingers. Meanwhile she continued to suck and bite her clitoris; she bit on the labia pulling them away from the body. Eventually Kirsty came to a noisy, wet orgasm. Angus was hearing all this and he was wondering if he would ever be allowed to orgasm.

Fiona looked at Kirsty and whispered something in her ear, Kirsty thought for a moment then nodded in assent. Fiona got up and went to Angus, she brought him to the centre of the living room stood him there still with his hands on his head. She put him in a leather harness, this had straps buckled around his neck, chest, thighs and hips, it also had a strap that had a metal cock ring and a wide leather part that went under his crotch and up the back to be buckled to the neck one.

She oiled a thick butt plug and pushed that in him then working the crotch strap over it and buckling it tightly at the rear of the hip strap having passed his cock and balls through the ring in front. She placed wrist restraints on him and clipped those to the thighs straps, now there was no way he could use those hands unless she or Kirsty wanted him to. Fiona now put a blindfold on him and slowly worked the cock and balls making sure the cock was well engorged and the balls full of cum! He was sweating and his cock was bobbing eagerly, throbbing, its head a deep shade of purple.

Angus had been denied an orgasm for a month, Kirsty kept it well noted on her organiser, he was to be allowed relief tonight when Kirsty surprised him with the caning earlier on, it wasn't just the pain that had caused his copious tears, it was also the prospect of not having an orgasm for yet another month. Kirsty was in control.

Fiona held his cock in a vice-like grip as she wanked him slow then fast and back again, after a few intense minutes she stopped. She lay him down on the floor, on a white thick pile rug, and then took Kirsty and sat her on his face; she barked an order for him to start eating out the pussy on his face. Meanwhile she licked her fingers and touched her own slit spreading her pussy juice, she too had been to the studio stylist and had her pussy hair seen to, she sported a very thin strip for an inch above her pussy, she liked to call it her own private landing strip. By invitation only.

She lowered herself on Angus's stiff cock and settled herself on it, a good specimen she thought to herself, one she had never experienced before. Almost everyone in the company thought Angus was only interested in men and his relationship with Kirsty was purely professional but recent events had alerted the group of friends -- they were calling themselves 'The Rescuers' now -- as to the reality of Angus. Fiona had been the first to be invited by Kirsty to share in their little frivolities.

All this raced through Fiona's mind as she repeatedly pushed Angus's stiff member inside of her, she rubbed her clitoris at the same time and played with her nipples using her other hand. Slowly she got wetter and hotter and she could feel the orgasm fast approaching, Angus's cock twitched and she remembered he was being denied orgasm for the next month, but then she also remembered if it had not been for him Faith would be lying dead in some shack like Greg and Kat would be running the company.

She looked Kirsty in the eyes and mouthed the word 'Please'; in return she got a 'Yes'. Fiona now let herself go, no need for restraint, she rode Angus like if he were a wild bronco, she fucked him fast and furious and suddenly the cock twitched hard, her pussy spasmed and she came just as the cock pumped her pussy full of scalding cum, it seemed to never stop, a month's denial all released in one massive orgasm. Fiona went up to the crest then down and then back up time and time again. This had an electrifying on Kirsty who was pushed over the edge by a particularly skilful tongue, her second orgasm this evening. She rolled off Angus at the same time as Fiona and they both wrapped their bodies together, they held tight and soon dozed off. Angus smiled satisfied although he knew he would have to pay for this unscheduled orgasm, but for now he revelled in it.

Faith and the Thai episode -- Part 25

'The Rescuers' had a certain ring to it, Fran liked it and she felt good inside knowing she was one of them. She was sitting in her apartment in the accommodation wing, an apartment the studios gave her rent free to use when she couldn't afford the time to go to her own bungalow in downtown Bangkok.

She sat nursing a gin and tonic whilst listening to some jazz when there was a knock on the door, she wasn't expecting anyone and was just lounging with nothing on other than a plain white cotton thong and a thin loose kaftan top. She walked to the door and opened it to find Banjit and Lani standing there carrying between them two bottles of white wine and three glasses. As soon as Lani opened her mouth it was obvious there must have been another bottle before,

'We reckoned you might be a bit lonely tonight and when we were searching Kat's office we sort of stumbled upon a few bottles of white wine in her fridge so... well, aren't you going to invite us in before they get warm?' Fran laughed out loud and beckoned them in.

They were both wearing long T-shirts and as soon as they were inside they pulled them off and stayed in underwear, in Lani's case a powder blue thong and in Banjit's case a pair of black lace cheekinis. Fran took her kaftan off and all three sat on the settee to start on the wine. Pinot Grigio was the first, Lani made two attempts at opening it and just collapsed on the floor giggling, Banjit took it from her and tried herself.

After one failed attempt she managed to open it without spilling any and poured three glasses. They drank their health, Faith's health, the board's health, everybody's health. This first bottle was gone in only a short while and they opened the second, Cabernet Sauvignon, this one took a bit longer as the girls felt a warm glow inside of them. The three of them were chatting about everything and before you know it this bottle was also empty.

But they weren't ready to finish the fun so Fran got up and had a look in the fridge; there she found an unopened bottle of Chardonnay, they opened it and started to drink it, they now couldn't care less about anything, they were giggling and falling over each other. Somehow Lani slipped and fell on the low table hitting her head on the sideboard, Fran jumped to help her and stumbled, she threw her arms out to stop herself and inadvertently hit the emergency button -- all the offices and apartments had emergency call buttons for the safety and security of all.

Banjit and Fran were pulling Lani up so did not notice the blinking red light on the wall panel; they helped the fallen friend onto the sofa and fell about laughing. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door, the three jumped up; it was way past midnight, who could it be? Fran went to the door and looked through the peephole; there stood three security guards

She opened the door too drunk to remember she was clad only in her thong. Gloria, Amalia and Sofia walked in and immediately realised what had been going on, Gloria spoke,

'Ms Knuppe, you pressed the emergency button, but I can see there in no emergency, you ladies have been having a bit too much vino. This is not good, now I need to make a report and it looks bad on you ladies, especially since this is Ms Knuppe's apartment.' The three friends looked imploringly at her asking if she could just forget it, if she could just walk out and forget what she had seen. She stood there arms folded looking seriously at them.

Amalia and Sofia were eyeing the girls and talking to each other in Filipino, they spoke to Gloria who answered and shook her head, they discussed something whilst the three friends stood in a group quietly, suddenly self-conscious of their state of undress. Gloria spoke to the three,

'I am afraid my colleagues are right, the setting off of the alarm was an act of wanton vandalism, I have to take you ladies in until the Chairman can discuss your case with the remaining members of the board.' The three friends stood there with their mouths open whilst Gloria, Sofia and Amalia went behind them and cuffed them, Fran pleaded with them repeating that it had been an accident, that they had got drunk because they had been so nervous during Faith's absence and rescue, she started sobbing whilst Lani and Banjit also cried and pleaded.

The guards each held one of the three girls and started to walk out; they started to scream and beg that they were practically naked; they couldn't go out like this! Gloria stopped and said something in Filipino, Amalia and Sofia nodded and laughed eagerly. They turned the girls round and back towards the settee; the three looked at each other in surprise, what was going on?

The guards guided them to the back of the settee and tipped them onto the backrest so their heads fell forwards. Amalia had Fran in front of her, Sofia had Lani and Gloria had Banjit. The three guards took off their service belts and pulled their leather belts out of their trouser loops, they snapped the leather and raised their arms up high. At Gloria's signal they began to strap the girls, right on their buttocks, the three screamed and complained as the strapping carried on. It stopped then Gloria spoke,

'We have decided that it would perhaps be easier for everyone of we just sorted this out between us now, my girls find you all very attractive but a bit spoilt and we think you need a good strapping, we also think you need a good lesbian fuck, which we are prepared to give to you. So just enjoy this and remember, if you don't want to do it then just say so and we can take you to the lock-up. Oh, and if you carry on screaming I will take it you want to be locked up instead.'

The girls on the sofa all mumbled in agreement and at Gloria's signal they ripped off the girls tiny panties and the strapping continued. The belts were good quality thick leather, two inches wide and supple from use, the guards brought them down on the girls bottoms with as much force as they could muster.

Each had their own style, Sofia doubled her belt and hit hard with a long pause between strokes; Amalia also doubled hers and then laid two strokes in rapid succession followed by a long pause before the next two whilst Gloria kept her belt long and single thickness and just kept up a steady belting, no pauses and no stopping.

After ten minutes they stopped and the guards changed places, taking a new girl to strap. The three friends were wailing and crying for mercy but the guards just kept going changing girls every ten minutes. After an hour each girl had been thoroughly strapped twice by each guard, their rears were deep red from centre of buttocks to upper thigh and they kept squirming on the back of the settee.

The punishment stopped and the girls just lay there bawling and crying their eyes out, Gloria straightened Fran and spoke to her quietly,

'Ms Knuppe, I now intend for the three of you to be thoroughly fucked, we need three strap-ons and I am sure you have some here, if you refuse to supply them then I will have to go to my own quarters where I have some extra-large ones I use with my experienced friends.', Fran nodded and led her to the bedroom, there she told Gloria to look inside a bag she had in the closet. Indeed inside the bag she found three magnificent strap-ons amongst other toys. They went back to the living room where Fran was once again put over the back of the settee.

The guards stripped down to their underwear, Gloria had on sensible white cotton full-cup bra and high knickers whereas Amalia had a sexy lacy purple satin three-quarter bra and tanga. Sofia was the youngest and she had a very sexy half cup bra in red lace and a red and black string that left nothing to the imagination. They each took a strap-on and put them on, adjusting them for fit, they then lubed the cocks and put them against the three pairs of labia on parade.

Amalia had Fran in front of her, she nudged the wet pussy with the blue silicone dildo and slowly pushed it in, a little at a time, Fran let out a long soft moan as the invader easily slid in. Amalia pushed until the harness was right up against the sore ass, she then fucked Fran ever so slowly, building up the pleasure.