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She assumed Meg received similar treatment, as she the other woman’s ass moved against her, both squirming and writhing in frustration.

When the men finally finished their dinner, Cara was crazy with need. Travis walked their dishes to the kitchen and Paul impersonated an Army drill sergeant as he paced around them, markedly observing them.

Travis returned with two small floggers, casually handing one to Paul, and they separated to stand in front of their respective partners.

Travis reached into his pocket and all three of the vibrators shuddered to life at what felt like full strength, and music poured through the speakers — Cantara, by Dead Can Dance. They started slowly with the floggers, the rubber tips striking exposed nipples, as Cara’s latex suit covered everything except breasts, hands, feet, and a small portion of her face.

The song picked up speed and the floggers kept pace, moving in a continuous figure eight from one breast to the other. Cara’s nipples were on fire, the vibrators inside of her thundering away nonstop, and the bondage held her firm against a wiggling, moaning, crying Meg.

Cara was glad Paul had bound their heads together, because there would’ve been a danger of them thrashing and bashing and giving one another a concussion if they were free. However, the bondage held her motionless with her back arched into a terrible angle, obscenely thrusting her breasts out with no way to protect her hypersensitive nipples from the merciless rubber flogger.

The music hit a frenzied section near the end and the floggers flew so fast they were a blur, and hit so hard the women only stopped screaming when they ran out of air. All sensations merged into a blur and swept Cara away in an all-consuming climax.

Travis didn’t slow down, didn’t do anything different, and Cara was frozen in place as her muscles flexed, pulled, and twisted. Her silhouette remained immobile as she writhed on the inside in glorious contractions and tremors as the floggers continued to thrash her breasts and nipples. Her feral screams merged with the haunting music for several long minutes, finally quieting only as the music faded to nothing, and the floggers slowed and stopped.

The zip-ties were quickly cut and the women repositioned, the vibrators turned on and off as the men alternated ignoring and tormenting them.

When they eventually entered the basement dungeon, Cara’s eyes were drawn to a platform on the side of the room, with steps leading up to it.

Meg was sent to the shower, and Travis and Paul peeled the latex costume from Cara’s sweaty body, though the bald cap was left on. She was instructed to join Meg in the shower, and both women were tasked with seeing the other was clean.

Cara had already noted the flogger had stripped the bronze body paint from Meg’s breasts, and she was thankful she wouldn’t have to cause further pain helping get them clean. She sat Meg on the shower’s bench and kneeled at her feet, working the loofah methodically up her legs and then her body. She turned the hairless woman sideways on the bench to scrub her back and the top of her head, so Meg only had to stand to have her bottom cleaned.

Only Cara’s hands, feet, breasts, and part of her face had been painted, so Meg didn’t have as much to scour, but she still soaped her up from head to toe, her strong fingers easily handling and
manipulating
body parts, reminding Cara the other woman was a nurse. They’d talked at length in the bathtub before their nap
,
but worked silently now.

When they returned, the men oiled them both before walking them up the steps and directing them to hands and knees.

Cara was feeling grateful for the padded surface when Travis leaned forward, grabbed part of the floor, and pulled it back to reveal a hole. His eyes were cold as he instructed, “Put your head into the hole, rest your weight on your shoulders,
and
curl your arms back towards your feet.”

Paul had opened an identical hole, and continued with, “Once we close the stocks and the padding seals around your chests, we won’t hear any noises you make; the box below is soundproof. You also won’t hear anything happening up here. If you need to safeword you’ll have to stomp your feet in the safe signal pattern.”

Travis motioned down, saying, “Your heads into the holes, please.”

As Cara put her head into the floor and felt the padded pieces meeting around her neck and chest, holding her in place, the reality of the picture she must make above settled into her — an ass and cunt, with no head. Two asses, side by side, ready for whatever the men desired. It dawned on her she may not even know if Travis or Paul were fucking her, spanking her, or
...
whatever.

She felt t
he belt hit
her ass as Meg bellowed, and her scream merged into the one beside her. She quickly saw a pattern of being struck with each implement two times, and then feeling a different object of torture, though she couldn’t recognize every one. She identified the belt, a hairbrush, viper’s tongue, his hand, a couple of canes in different diameters and material, several weights and kinds of floggers, a single tail, bullwhip, loopy johnny, a few paddles, a slapper, tawse, phone cord... She thought it would never end, and as the implements became more severe, she frequently wasn’t sure she could handle the next strike.

A bright light had filled her vision since she’d first put her head in the hole, but she was suddenly thrust into pitch dark, so it made no difference if her eyes were open or closed.

After a couple moments of inactivity she opened and closed her fists, pushed up on her feet, straightened her legs, and went back to her knees. She felt totally disembodied from the portion of her above the small, dark room; though she could move those parts of her body, and did, frequently, to prove to herself it was still there.

She found it hard to think of the legs she moved as hers, and when she stroked her calf, it was as if her fingers caressed someone else’s leg, and her legs were touched by an unseen person above.

A handful of long minutes after all activity stopped, she said, “Meg?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I think your master may be even more deviant than mine. This is
...
I want to say evil, but it’s also genius and it’s fucking with my head.”

Cara intended to laugh, but it came out as a huff. “That’s Travis, evil genius extraordinaire. I love him so much.”

“I can tell; the two of you seem perfect for each other.”

“How long have you and Paul been together?”

“Eleven yea... Oh!”

Cara gasped at the same time, as a hard cock drove into her pussy and began vigorously fucking her with no warning. Hands savagely gripped her hips as Travis pounded into her, and every welt and bruise on her red-hot ass and thighs screamed their presence.

She was balanced on a crowning peak and on the brink of a powerful climax when he pulled out and entered her ass. Her eyes began to see the corners below her, and she realized the lighting was slowly coming back up.

The cock pounded hard a half-dozen times and abruptly withdrew from her ass. Seconds later she felt fingers poking something inside and then pushing it deep. Meg moaned in protest beside her and Cara said, “I take it you know what that is?”

“Yeah, it’s probably a glycerin and ginger suppository. When it starts melting it’ll burn like the fires of hell inside your colon.”

Something else nudged her ass and within seconds the size grew as the plug was relentlessly pressed into her. She yelped as it slid in, and then tried to swing her legs sideways to escape as she felt it inflating, stretching her rectal muscles too much, too fast.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK that hurts.”

“The burn, or the plug?” said Meg, pain reflecting in her voice.

“The plug. And the burn.
Shit
.”

“The good news is the worst of it only lasts around ten minutes, and it fades completely at around twenty. Sometimes Paul puts a new one in me every ten minutes when he wants me to feel it longer, but that’s usually reserved for punishments.” She stopped talking to take a few breaths in an attempt to manage the pain, and continued. “He seems to like watching me squirm; sometimes he fucks my pussy and gets off on all of my twisting and hurting. Once he made me work out with one in, and he often adds impact play to the pain.”

Meg broke off, inhaled deeply a few times, and said. “I hate not being able to see what’s going on up there; I don’t even hear their footsteps over us when they walk.”

Cara’s insides twisted and cramped and she let out a short involuntary scream. The burn intensified and her eyes began to water
. H
er voice was short and pained as she breathlessly said, “Me either. Is it supposed to burn and cramp this bad?”

“Fuck, the cramps are starting for me, too. Yeah, it’s normal, and it doesn’t do any harm, it’s supposedly,” she grunted in pain, took a breath, and finished, “supposedly even good for your colon.”

Cara felt fingers at her pussy pulling the lips apart, and it made her feel, again, like a car with someone inspecting the engine. She arched her back to try to make herself more available, hoping Travis would do
something
to take her mind off the cramps. As it turned out, arching her back was a bad idea, as several waves of sharp wrenching pain passed over her at the stretch in her stomach
,
and she broke out in a sweat.

Suddenly, she was nauseated and said, “Oh God, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Meg was saying, “Stomp your foot, let them know you’re in trouble”, as the cushioning around her shoulders fell away and she was lifted and turned until she found herself sitting on the platform with Travis. Paul handed him a cool washcloth and Travis wiped her face. “Can you walk to the bathroom? I’ll get the plug out so you can get rid of the suppository, if you think you can make it.”

She instantly felt much better, simply having her head above the rest of her body and being a whole person again.

“I’m okay now, I think. My head
felt
separate from my body
and I was
disoriented
...
and hanging upside down didn’t help.”

She heard the sounds of Meg’s moans and looked up to see the large monitor on the wall showing the other woman’s face in a split screen, and the other half of the display a
blank
spot someone should be. Her.

“That’s how you knew I was in trouble so fast?”

“You know I make it a priority to recognize the instant you have difficulty, and I wasn’t comfortable not seeing your face or hearing your reactions.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I’d intended to use this long term without you knowing, but I’m pretty sure ordering you to forget about it won’t work.”

Another cramp hit and she leaned forward and groaned. Travis stood and helped her up, wrapping an arm around her for support and saying, “Come on, let’s get you to the bathroom.”

Cara only nodded and let him help her
walk
.

* * * *

She wasn’t in the restroom long, and then Travis took her upstairs to feed her chicken noodle soup and crackers while Paul finished the scene with Meg alone.

“I’m sorry I messed up your plans.”

Travis sat to her left at the kitchen nook’s round table, and he reached to hold her hand, saying, “Don’t be sorry, these things happen. If you never want to try a suppository again, we won’t; and if you’d like to experiment when you aren’t upside down, that’s fine too. Totally up to you. I’m just glad you felt better so quickly
.
I never want to do anything to hurt you for real.”

Cara laughed. “Ginger’s supposed to settle your stomach, not make you nauseous, right? I’m just strange, I guess.”

“Drinking ginger tea settles your stomach,” he grinned, “but putting it up your ass in pureed form isn’t quite the same. It may be good for your colon, but I’m told there’s nothing pleasant about it. How’s your soup?”

“Perfect, it hits the spot. Now I understand why you didn’t feed us dinner when the two of you ate.”

He nodded. “Are you done for the day or do you think you’ll want some lighter play later this evening?”

“Right now I feel like I’m done, but I’m a little disappointed I won’t be getting any more orgasms.” She rolled her eyes, smiled. “I guess I’m not sure.”

“I think we’re through with any heavy play.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Maybe just sex later — perhaps draping the two of you over the back of the sofa? Or, we could go to the media room and watch a movie. We’ll see what Paul and Meg feel up to after he feeds her.”

She finished her soup and intended to carry her bowl to the sink, but Travis stopped her, taking it from her and telling her to go sit on the sofa. He joined her a few minutes later and sat on the other end, leaned into the corner, and opened his arms in invitation.

Smiling, she scooted across and lay down, resting her head in his lap. “Today was amazing. Thank you.”

“Do you want to talk about the watersports part yet?”

She thought a minute, and realized with surprise she knew exactly how she felt, without needing her usual couple of days to process it. “I was freaked out when Paul made
Meg
pee while she was tied up. But then, it wasn’t so bad, y’know? I mean, it was, but it wasn’t.”