How to Weaken a Cub's Resistance

She decided to show and prove to Josie that she meant business. She stopped tracing Josie's pussy, picked up the long wire feather with her left hand, reached up, started tickling Josie's boobs and nipples with it, and reached for the Violet wand with her other. Actually, first she reached to turn its intensity to level one. It was a psychological trick, making Jojo think she was being gently tit-illated, then turning the tables. With Violet violence.

Mrs. Josie Greer's cunt was about to get some harsh attention now, whether she liked it or not. Kenzie picked up the wand, brought it a centimeter from Josie's coochie lips, and pressed the button. The wand alit and crackled.

Zzzt!

Gasp. "AAAhh!" the rattled Josie yelled.

She heard the audience react and Kenzie laugh at her. She didn't like that. But Little Josie did. Hot, literally electric pleasure seized her. A sticky layer of pre-cum was jolted out. Josie felt mentally humiliated, but physically thrilled. She didn't care for the incongruence. She didn't like being aroused without her permission. It had irked her three years ago when her wife had tricked her into getting tied up naked and tormented her, and it irked her now.

Sheryl, meanwhile, thought the finger claws looked fun and put them on her nails. She'd begun subjecting Barbara to a tantalizing clawing when they heard the zzzt! and Josie's shout. Even through the torturous scratching of these evil little claws—which Babs couldn't decide if they tickled like hell or just drove her insane—she registered the sounds on the other side.

Oh my gosh, thought a sweaty, jumpy, tittering Babsy. I hope my wife's not being abused. I'm the only one allowed to do that to her.

Sher next thought she'd see how Barbara liked the nip and clit clips, while Kenzie chose another feather—one with a bit more heft and stiffness—waved it all over Josie's quivery body, activated the swan-shaped vibrator, and rubbed it beneath her taint.

The moments for foreplay were long over. Both cub victims twitched, trembled, peeped, screamed, groaned and dropped profanity bombs. There was a little over forty-one minutes on the clock. The next outburst came out of Barbara, as Sheryl simultaneously clipped her clit and mischievously, maliciously slid an index claw up her taint. Barb shrieked, throwing her head back.

Josie felt it, but the mattress was cushioning enough so as not to injure her. But her heart pounded wildly, both at the exhilaration and suspense of the situation, and to route the necessary blood to her labia. The Hartwells were being sinister, everyone could see. They were upping the ante on them left and right. And what were these wicked toys being used on them??

The guests—and hosts—were massively turned on. If one were to look extra close, they could see physical arousal in the Burtons. But as it was less prudent for Mr. and Mrs. Burton to masturbate to the display, it was they who resisted, leaving it to the crowd. Lou focused on his zooms and pans, and Sandra watched with a delighted smile on her kisser. Those in the corner of the dommes' eyes fondled themselves under their clothes. But by those shielded behind other spectators, a few genitals were taken out and stroked.

Kenzie glanced to the laptop clock. 10:24. Thirty-six minutes remained in the first hour. While trying to decide which toys to employ next, Kenz smiled and tasted Josie's sex. She manually parted her labia a bit more, and tongue-lashed her. Jojo began screaming. At the top of the hour, Mrs. Sandy would make them switch places. And she'd be working on Barbara, her darling Sheryl then giving Josie the business. She found herself really wanting to make Josie cum before then. What a proverbial feather in her newsgirl cap, she gleefully and devilishly thought, reaching for another of the actual feathers. She didn't like feathers near her naughty parts, as they drove her a little crazy. But she loved seeing other girls driven crazy and sexually terrorized.

Tongue in her pussy, slicking at her cunt walls and ceiling ridge, Kenzie spread Josie's anterior. Her free paw found a smaller, pointy little pink feather with a black tip. She brought it to her victim's clit, drawing and twirling across.

Josie went insane. It felt like a razor blade. It was as if this tiny little feather doused her libido in alcohol and torched it. She lost it, instantly shrieking through the rafters, predictably pulling quite a rise out of the crowd as well.

"What the hell is that??!" she demanded to know.

As Sheryl and Barb were in no position to field this question, and Kenzie's mouth was occupied, Sandra sated her curiosity.

"IT'S AN EDGY LITTLE FEATHER, MY DEAR," she called over Josie's cacophony.

Desperate anxiety clouded both Greers' faces.

"OH GOD, NOT AGAIN!!" Jojo caterwauled.

Not again?? thought the Hartwells. A guilty Babs abashedly chuckled. Since three years ago when Barbara'd cuffed Josie and edged her to oblivion with that goose feather, she'd held onto it for sentimental value, but Josie made her promise never to do that again. It was the most unbearable blend of agony, ecstasy, heaven and hell she'd ever experienced. And had been far too much to take. But now here she was again, having fallen prey to essentially the same torture. It was at once excruciating, humiliating, infuriating... and breathtaking. Unlike her wife, however, Jojo had a feeling Kenz wasn't going to take her sweet time edging her to orgasm and back.

Kenzie Hartwell loved this. Her own wife Sheryl was neither easy nor feasible to dominate. She hardly ever let Kenzie get the better of her in the bedroom. One of their favorite things to do in bed was play-wrestle. Cuffs were pre-affixed around the bedposts, and Sher always seemed to pin her down and dominate her first. And so this was more than mere relish for Kenz. She had a trussed up, ragingly horny naked young woman at her complete and total mercy, and it didn't matter that it wasn't her wife. She adored having Mrs. Josie Greer only semi-metaphorically in the palm of her hand. She slid and twirled her sadistic feather across Josie's bulging, exposed, diamond-hard clit, sinking her teeth into the girl's labia as she licked her out. She looked up and flashed Josie an evil, evil smile, reading her signals. She was going to make her cum. Within a minute.

Back to her back, Barbara wasn't bearing up much better. And to be frank, she hadn't expected to. Josie normally played the top to her bottom at home. It wasn't terribly difficult to dominate Babs to begin with, and having another woman—a hot cougar, no less—giving her the works only added excitement. The insides of Barb's pussy lips normally protruded just a bit. Sheryl had them puffed and swelled to the point it seemed she'd had a pussy pump forced on her.

The Hartwells threw another glance each to the clock. The Greers had the same thought occur at the same time. They each turned both paws inwards, linked their fingers, clasped hands extra tight and gripped for dear life. As if perhaps by focusing on each other's touch, they could distract themselves from the dark, haunting passion invading them. But holding hands only delayed the inevitable. Especially as Kenzie decided to pull out her last stop for this round. She grabbed the swan-shaped vibrator, pushed the button three times to rock Josie and the "pussycat"'s world, and placed it on her throbbing clit.

She achieved the desired effect. Josie threw her own head back, and monstrously came in Kenzie's mouth. Still flicking her tongue in Josie's bursting pussy, Kenz opened wide to taste her rainbow. The squirts came long and fast, at only slightly imprecise intervals. As Kenzie poured it on for as long as Josie could climax, some of the squirts grew to gushes. Neither of them heard it over Josie's howls, but their crowd exploded in cheers. Barbara heard the screeches and felt her fingers crushed between Jojo's.

Oh my god! she somehow managed to think, through the havoc Sher wreaked on her. She came first? Josie came before me??

The time of Josie's orgasm was 10:39. The Greers had lasted thirty-nine minutes in the first hour before one of them came. This meant they claimed $9,750 of the Hartwells' total $50,000, leaving them with $40,250. Starting at 11:00, Josie and Barb would have their second chance at cash. Had the Greers the presence of mind, they'd have tried to summon the unsexiest things they could think of to keep the lust at bay: elderly relatives, baseball, math, science, their parents doing it... penises, testicles... But Josie's dam had been shattered, and Barbara's was soon to collapse itself. Sher couldn't see what form Jojo's orgasm took, but she didn't want to absolutely destroy Barb's cunt right away. When they switched, Sheryl didn't know how much more she could do to Josie. She wanted to leave something in Barbara for Kenzie to cull out. Her cunt was wet and sticky with auto-lube. So Sher closed her teeth on Barb's anterior, sucked her clit, plunged her digits and jilled her into frenzied oblivion.

Babs heaved her torso, ejaculating staccato cries of lust, as her pussy she-jaculated in Sher's hand. Sheryl didn't mind admitting she was a bit surprised. Either this girl was a squirter by nature—which was true, of in fact both Greers—or the Hartwells didn't know their own prowess. But it was now so much fun and so intoxicating, she couldn't stop till Barb's first orgasm was spent. Babsy did tend to bend to a sexual predator's will sooner than would Josie, but Kenzie'd struck Jojo-gold with her kryptonite. And how fortunate that Mrs. Sandra'd told them it was okay to wet the floor.

Josie stood panting, soaked with sweat, head lolled to the mattress as she recovered... but remained upright. Barbara's legs wobbled and buckled, almost giving way. All that kept her on her feet was Josie holding her up on the other side. The proud Sandy stood to the sidelines, marveling, fanning herself, an undetectable wet spot in the front of her dress. The clock reached 11:00.

"Whew! Well all right, ladies! Ready to change it up?"

So Sheryl and Kenzie let the toys to the floor, and slipped around the mattress to trade places.

"Oh my god!" laughed Sher, seeing her wife's Josie-cum-glazed face. "Is there any left for me??"

Kenz grinned back at her. "Only one way to find out."

The Greers didn't know if they could take phase two, but did know they hadn't much of a choice. They relinked hands, wordlessly encouraging each other to breathe deep and hang in there. But they felt scads of goosebumps crop their skin again as the Hartwells malevolently chuckled at them. Already dizzied by phase one, the Greers had a hunch this second hour was going to feel even longer than the first. And while off and running, the Hartwells weren't about to let up now. They agreed, this was hella fun!

For openers, they used some of the same toys on the other Greer wife. Sher perched in front of Josie, and thought she'd see how she liked the nip clips and the finger claws. Kenzie, at the same time, gave Barbara and her girl-bits a taste of the plumes—including a pheasant and a peacock feather—and the vibrating egg, which she hadn't tried yet. This treated them to some new reactions. Sher made Josie jump with little "Oooh! Ooh! WOOOHH-hooo!!"s. Kenzie made Barb arch her back and moooooan for her. Now having been put through the wringer once, the Greer pussies were sensitized, but not yet drained to forced surrender. But the Hartwells were determined to spirit them on, to that point of no return.

Barbara didn't seem to respond to the feathers nearly as much, so Kenzie altered her technique. With the egg in her pussy, electrifying her from the inside, Kenz stood in front of her, Violet wand in one hand, the smaller electric shocker in the other. She forced an adamant, smoky kiss on her, with which Barb couldn't help but go. As their tongues tangoed, Kenzie fed her body the volt jolts. She started on Babsy's tummy, just beside the bellybutton, and bounced up and down her torso. From the sternum to the pelvis, from the ribs to the thighs and again. Barbara shrieked through the kiss. The shocker seared her flesh with visible and audible sparks, until it began to patch with pinkish-red spots. Kenzie roughened the kiss on her as well, retracting her tongue and biting Barb's lower lip. Poor Barbara already didn't know if she could handle much more...

The sound of her wife laughing echoed in her ears from the other side. Was Sheryl tickling her? Babs'd almost prefer being tickled to what was going on now. But indeed, enjoying the sound of Josie's laughter and the sight of her jumping and squirming, Sheryl had elected to treat her to a short tickle session with the finger claws. She loved these little things. They were so diabolical. As they'd passed one another to change positions—and victims—Kenzie mouthed to her, barely audibly, "Use the feathers on her." And they'd all of course heard Jojo's reaction to that short, pointy one. Sandy still had the laptop screen turned their way, and so Sher calculated there'd be time for this. Maybe she was frittering said time, but maybe some pre-tickling would make it more dynamic. Who knew?

The panic and jitters inflicted on the Greers at last started morphing back to sizzling hot pleasure. They could neither bear it nor get enough. One thing they could do was hear the audience cheering at their torrid seduction courtesy of the Hartwells. As luck would have it, both Kenzie and Sher simultaneously picked up the identical toys they'd yet to use: the Wartenberg wheels. Kenz eased hers down Barbara's pelvis and between her left labium and thigh, as Sher reached up, and started hers on a path down Josie's breast, punishing her clipped nipple with the tiny spikes. The Greers' reactions were foreseeable.

Sher and Kenz exercised judgment when to stop their victims teetering between pleasure and torture, and moved in for the kill. Kenzie closed a firm, empowered fist around her swan viber, stood beside Barbara, switched it on, and began ringing her doorbell.

Gasp. "OH GOD!!" Barb's head flew directly back into the mattress. Kenzie grinned at her, noticing her neck was devoid of hickeys. She saw the remainder of her mission was clear.

Sheryl took the genital clips off Josie and let her titties rest. From her reactions and Kenzie's advice, this was the girl's weakness. She took one of the longer, heftier feathers with her right hand, spread Jojo's tired but still hungry cunt with her left... and slipped the plume in, thrusting and sawing inside her. And just to drive it home, she too sampled the taste of Josie's swollen clit.

Josie roared, feeling herself mature from a cub to a lioness. She soon felt the familiar, extreme tingles ravage her once again.

"Oh!... Ga—!... Ple—!..." She forced a deep breath in.

"Oh, please don't make me cum again, pleeeeease!!"

Oh, but I am gonna make you cum again, Sheryl thought, keeping the words only in mind while sucking Josie's clitty. Many of the loveliest orgasms are forced. You can't stop me, of course; you're all tied up. You can't do a damn thing about it.

Every synapse within Babs fired off so explosively, she could no longer think at all, and was propelled right off the edge as orgasm two nailed her. Under her blindfold she saw stars, rainbows, fireworks, dreams brought to life... everything except that which was in the room with them. She literally came before she knew it, amid further cheers from the crowd.

"YEAH! YEAH! GET HER! THAT'S IT, GET HER!!"

Barb's voice gave out midway through the screeches of O2. She went laryngitic, but her pussy walls contracted and clenched just as tight. She couldn't squirt as much this time, but gushed all her leftover essence, was totally drained, and rode the second majestic climax to the fullest, floating weightlessly into a giddy, tender afterglow. She was done. Spent. Pooped.

Josie was still quaking, trembling, begging for mercy. After their audience applauded heartily for Barbie and Kenz, they rallied about the other two. Josie thought she could hear them chanting, "Make her cum! Make her cum! Make her cum! Make her cum!" She didn't think she could take it. Still relevant were the aspects of embarrassment, indignity, and humiliation. But these anguishes took a backseat to the overwhelming sexfire devouring her. It was too intense. She needed it to back off. She needed it to lessen, to simmer and settle down, to let her breathe. But... she couldn't. She had no control. She was trapped... in Sheryl Hartwell's hands.

Oh, she hoped she hadn't spewed all her cum in the first orgasm. She felt that if forced through number two, it would be cushioned by any excess she'd held on to. But the agonizing pleasure proved too great to consider. As Mrs. Hartwell made herself stay latched on to her, sucking the hell out of her clit, penetrating her mercilessly with the feather, it occurred to Sher that she now knew how it felt to be drunk with power. She could see what she was putting Jojo through, but she couldn't stop; the rush was too intoxicating. Everyone in the room except her wife could see that Josie was in sensory overloaded hell. As she shook, screamed, bawled and threw a tantrum all over, many audience members began to feel for her. Turns were taken glancing to the laptop clock. Thirty-four minutes left. For Josie Greer right now, they must have been feeling like thirty-four years.

Inevitably, her unhuman shrieks and wails awoke Barbara. Disoriented, dazed and confused as she was—not to mention unable to see a thing—she hadn't ample time to gather her bearings. What she did, and couldn't help but gather, however, was the sound of her wife screeching off the wall. Her powers of speech returned before her full memory did. She panicked.

"W—...hey, wh—...what're you doing?? Don't hurt her! Don't hurt my wife!"

Fortunately for both Greers, the immeasurable delirium was about to hit its summit, and finally diminish. No words in any language could describe what Josie Sue Greer was going through. She cried out loud, harder and harder, until her lungs got cross with her, and her body gyrated as if being electrocuted. Her crazed mannerisms did not change as she orgasmed for the second time, but her cunt spurted every drop she had left. Sucked dry, her pussy could take no more. Thank goodness that Sheryl, having victoriously taken her other orgasm, was done.

Unbeknownst to Jojo and semi-beknownst to Babsy, the crowd utterly erupted at the last climax. Kenzie joined Sher, and they clasped hands and took a bow, their shredded young victims plastered to the mattress drowned in sweat. It would seem the wisdom and experience of age had triumphed over the exuberance of youth. And/or, that the Greers were so enthusiastic and aroused by the idea of swinging with another couple, they couldn't hold back long no matter what. It was currently just a few minutes past 11:30, but everyone could see the game of resistance was dead over. The cubs and their pussies had no more to give, the cougars nothing more to take from them. Sandra called a short intermission, and untied the Greers to let them recover.

Paws shaky and half-numb, the cubs removed their blindfolds, blinked and rubbed their eyes until they could focus again. Both found and staggered their way to the middle of the floor where the Hartwells stood. Sher and Kenz smiled, holding out their hands.