Chapter 3: The Humilaition Continues
The only sound was Alice’s slowing breath and the low classical music from the stereo. Rory lay on his back, the taste of her still thick on his lips, his body a map of fading pain from the pegs. The cold steel of the cage was a constant, aching presence.
Jewels watched from her chair, a faint smile on her lips as she finished her drink. She placed the glass down with a soft click that echoed in the quiet room. “See?” she said to Alice, her voice a low hum. “All that masculine bluster, boiled down to a talented tongue and a desperate need to please. How do you feel?”
Alice pushed herself up onto her elbows, her hair mussed, her makeup smudged around her satisfied eyes. She looked at Rory, then at the slick shine on his chin and cheeks. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face. “Powerful,” she breathed. “I feel powerful.”
She let her head fall back against the sofa, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. A minute passed in the heavy quiet, broken only by the faint strings of the music. Then Alice lifted her head, a new, sharper glint in her eyes.
She looked at Jewels. “I want to do it now,” she said, her voice low but clear. “What we talked about earlier. I want to show him.”
Jewels’ smile widened into a grin of pure delight. “Oh, perfect. Yes. Absolutely.” She stood up, her movements crisp with renewed purpose. “Rory. On your hands and knees. Now. Crawl to the bathroom.”
The command cut through his post-service haze. He pushed himself up, his muscles protesting, and assumed the position. The cold floor bit into his palms and knees as he began to move. The journey across the main room felt endless, the heavy sway of the cage and the watching eyes at his bare arse. Alice gave him a little kick on the balls to hurry him along
He crossed the threshold into the small, cream tiled modern bathroom, with a deep, claw-foot tub. “Kneel there,” Jewels directed, pointing to the narrow space between the tub and the wall. “Face the tub. Don’t turn around.”
He shuffled into the tight space, his knees pressing against the cold porcelain. He stared at the white enamel, seeing the faint scratches and water marks. He heard them enter behind him, their heels clicking on the tile. There was a soft rustle of clothing.
“Go on, Alice,” Jewels said softly, encouragingly. “He’s yours. Mark him.”
Alice climbed into the dry tub with a soft grunt, her stockings whispering against the surface. She settled herself on the edge, directly before him. Rory kept his eyes down, fixed on a spot just below the rim. Then she slowly, deliberately, spread her legs wide.
Her pussy, still glistening from his mouth, was now level with his face, only inches away. He could smell intimate scent. She placed her hands on the edges of the porcelain for balance.
“Look up at me,” Alice said, her voice not loud, but filled with absolute authority. He raised his eyes. Her expression was calm, focused, almost serene. She held unnervingly held his gaze,
A faint, tense sound escaped him, a choked whimper of understanding and dread. He knew what was coming. The discussion they’d had. His place.
He saw the subtle shift in her posture, a slight inward concentration. Then, a low, steady hissing sound began. A hot, forceful stream of her urine struck him directly in the center of his chest.
The initial shock hit him. It was warm, a contrast to the room’s chill. A hiss came from her pussy and a loud, pattering drumbeat on his skin. The sharp, ammonia-rich smell rose instantly, cutting through the bathroom’s clean scents.
Alice adjusted her aim, her body leaning forward slightly. The arc of liquid climbed up his neck, spattering his jaw and chin. It painted hot stripes across his collarbones and shoulders, soaking into the hair on his chest. Rory gasped, his body flinching, but he held his position, kneeling in the deluge.
“Open your mouth,” she commanded, her voice steady despite the effort.
Trembling, he obeyed, parting his lips. The stream found its target. The hot, bitter liquid filled his mouth, overwhelming his senses. He gagged, involuntarily and it splashed down his chin .
“Swallow it,” Jewels said from the doorway, her tone conversational. “It’s a gift. She’s claiming you.”
He swallowed. Surrender. The urine continued to cascade over him, running in rivulets down his chest to pool in his lap around the steel cage. It dripped from his nose, his eyelashes. The warm puddle spread beneath his knees on the cool tile.
Alice sighed, a sound of deep relief and satisfaction, as the stream dwindled to a trickle and then stopped. She remained seated, her legs spread, looking down at him as he knelt, soaked and reeking, in the aftermath. She was utterly unselfconscious, powerful in her absolute physical candor.
“There,” she breathed, a soft smile touching her lips. “Now you know your place.”
Alice remained seated on the edge of the tub, her expression one of serene possession. The sharp, mineral smell of her urine filled the small room, a steam rising from Rory’s soaked skin. Jewels stepped forward, her silhouette blocking the light from the doorway.
“My turn,” she said, her voice devoid of its earlier mischief, now pure dominance. “Turn around. Face me.”
Rory’s body moved stiffly, muscles protesting as he shuffled on the wet tile to obey. He knelt before her, looking up, Alice's urine dripping from his chin and nose onto the floor. Jewels looked down at him, her eyes dark and appraising. .
She stood over him, her naked pubis level with his eyes. “Look up, stick your tongue out.” she commanded. "Further."
He raised his gaze his tongue as far as he could. She spread her stance, her narrow hips tilting presenting her pink pussy visible and criss crossed by the wide fishnet of her tights. A moment of tense silence hung in the humid air. Then, a new stream, hotter and more forceful than Alice ’s, shot out through the web of her fishnets. It hit him directly in the face, a stinging, golden arc that splashed over his closed eyelids and protruding tongue.
He spluttered, turning his head instinctively, but she followed his movement with chilling accuracy. “Stay still,” she hissed.
The torrent soaked his hair, ran in burning rivulets into his ears. She adjusted her aim lower, the powerful stream painting his chest, his stomach, before finally focusing on the steel cage encasing his pathetic, trapped cock. The liquid hammered against the metal bars, spraying through them to soak the bruised, peg-marked flesh beneath. The sound was a loud, tinkling on steel.
She paused, the flow stopping abruptly. “Now, on all fours. Present that eager little hole.”
He lowered himself, his palms slipping in the puddle they’d created. He arched his back, offering himself. Jewels squatted low behind him, her thighs resting on him. He felt the heat of her against his skin before the new, focused stream struck him. It wasn't a splash, but a direct jet of warm liquid aimed precisely at his clenched arsehole.
The shocking, intimate heat forced a choked cry from him. The pressure was invasive, a bizarre and humiliating penetration. The warm piss flowed over his perineum, down his scrotum, mixing with the earlier mess. It pooled beneath him, a deepening lake of degradation.
She finished, standing up with a soft sigh of relief. She pulled her clothing back into place. “Lick us clean,” she said, her tone casual, as if asking him to fetch a towel. “Every drop. Start with Alice.”
Rory didn’t hesitate. The command bypassed thought. He crawled the short distance to the tub where Alice still sat, her sex exposed. He leaned forward, extending his tongue. He licked the lingering wetness from her inner thighs first, the taste salty and sharp. He pressed his mouth to her folds, sucking gently, cleaning her with a thoroughness that was both revolting and reverent. She sighed, her fingers tracing tightly holding his wet hair.
“Good,” she murmured. “Such a good, filthy pet.”
He turned to Jewels. He nuzzled into her short, dark pubic hair, lapping at the damp skin, swallowing the bitter, final proof of her dominance.
“Enough,” Jewels finally said, pushing his head away with her foot. “Now, shower. Wash our pee off you. But don’t you dare touch that cage. and put the robe behind the door on”
The shower’s warm water rinsed him off, but it could not erase the sensation. His remembered the humiliation, and excitement of their laughter and commands, his reflection in the steamed mirror a blurred portrait of a man he no longer recognized. The cage, beaded with water, remained a cold, inescapable fact.
He towelled himself dry, careful the steel trap and the sore, clipped skin of his balls. The short black lacy robe he found hanging on the door felt like another calculated humiliation. He tied the belt and pushed the bathroom door open came in the room and stopped, his bare feet on the dark wood.
They were waiting.
They sat side by side on the velvet sofa. Both were still in their lingerie and stockings, their heels planted firmly on the rug. But they had transformed. Jewels had fastened a harness cradling a medium-sized, pink dildo that curved up from the nest of black straps against her fishnets. It was smooth, almost glistening under the lamp.
But it was Alice who stole the air from his lungs. She wore a harness now too, stark black leather against her pale, lace-clad hips. The cock it held was monstrously larger, a thick, veined shaft of jet black. Bulbous ridges and knobbly lumps along its length with a thick round head. She looked at him, her expression fiercely hungry, her hands resting on the base of the rubber organ.
“On your knees again. Look at his face,” Jewels chuckled, her voice low and thrilled. “He doesn’t know whether to be terrified or rock hard. Lucky for him, he doesn’t get a choice.” She ran a palm over the smooth pink silicone. “Mine’s a familiar size. A nice warm-up.” She nodded toward Alice’s. “Hers is something else. That’s for revenge. That’s for every boring, sexless night and every put down she has endured. "Right, Alice?”
“Yes,” Alice said, the word a simple, cold statement. She lifted one foot, placing her heel directly on the coffee table. The black, lumped shaft bobbed obscenely with the movement. “You see this, Rory? My husband never would have dared. He plain missionary sex when he was horny, and cum in me in two minutes no pleasure for me. But I'm getting pleasure tonight. You’re going to take every inch of this. You’re going to say thank you Mistress while i fuck you.”
Rory’s own trapped flesh gave a frantic, useless throb against its steel prison. The robe felt absurdly thin and girlie.
“Come here,” Jewels ordered, not unkindly, as one might call a dog. He took a shaky step forward. “Closer. Look at what you’re going to service.” He stood before them, his gaze level with the twin cocks. Jewels reached out and tapped his chin with the cool, pink tip. “You like this one, don’t you? Like Sarah's? You came like a girl all over her bed.”
He remembered. The shame and thrill, warming his veins.
Alice leaned forward, her larger toy nudging against Jewels’ thigh. “And you’ve never had anything like this. Have you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s going to stretch and fuck you. And you’re going to thank me for it.”
Jewels laughed, a bright, sparkling sound in the tense room. “He will. He’ll fucking weep with gratitude, and it'll teach him what he's been expecting every time he's told some poor girl that he wants to stick his own big fat handsome cock up their arse .” She laughed and reached beside the sofa picking up a clear plastic bottle of thick, silver-sheened lubricant. She shook it with a lazy flick of her wrist, the viscous liquid sloshing heavily inside.
The squelch was obscene. Her eyes locked on his. “Bedroom. Now. On your feet. Stand leaning over my bed face down on it, arse up. Present your hole. Reach back and pull you cheeks open like you tell the girls to. Don’t make me ask twice.”
She stood, the pink cock bobbing, the bottle dangling from her fingers. Alice rose beside her, an intimidating silhouette of lace, leather, and silicone. They herded him toward the open bedroom door without another word.
The bedroom was a darker , dominated by a large, low bed draped in dark linens. The air here smelled of the same incense. Rory stood stupidly for a moment, the robe feeling like a cruel joke.
“The robe, Rory,” Jewels said, her voice slicing the silence. “Off. Now. Then assume the position. You know the one.” Her words were not shouted, but they carried a whiplash crack.
He fumbled with the silk tie, his fingers clumsy. The robe slipped from his shoulders. He was naked again, exposed under their combined gaze. He moved to the side of the bed, bent at the waist, and laid his chest on the cool duvet. He reached back with both hands, taking his own arse cheeks and spreading them wide, exposing his hole to the cool, judgmental air. The posture completely submissive.
“Wider,” Alice said, her voice close behind him. He pulled until the muscles trembled, offering himself completely. He heard the slick, popping sound of the lube bottle opening and thhe two girls giggling at him. . After taking in the image Alice sat on the bed with her thighs either side of his head so as looked up his face was in her neat bush.
The first touch was not a cock. It was Jewels’ slick, cold finger, circling his pucker. He flinched at the temperature. “So tight,” she murmured, almost to herself. “And so fucking eager.” She pushed the tip of her finger in, a shallow, probing violation. “Remember this, you slut? That party? You seemed tighter then. You yelped.”
Rory heard the heavy, wet sound of lubricant being slathered onto silicone. A lot of it. The smell, artificial and sweet, mixed with the room’s other odors.
The cool, slick pressure of the silicone nudged against him. Jewels held it steady, tracing his rim with its girth. “You’re gonna take this whole thing, Rory. Like you did before. Only this time, Alice gets to watch you be a slut.”
“Look at me,” Alice commanded from above, her fingers tightening in his hair, forcing his gaze up to her face. She stared down, her expression fierce with concentration. “I want to see your face as you take it.” She rotated her hips so her lips and clit were presented to his mouth. "Use your tongue on me."
Jewels pushed, not with a sudden thrust, but with a relentless, gradual pressure. The rounded head resisted, then breached, stretching his ring of muscle with a burning fullness that made his breath catch. It was a sharp, invasive stretch. He groaned, a low, helpless sound into Alice's pussy.
“There it is,” Jewels cooed, her voice taut with focus. She paused, letting him feel the initial penetration. “That’s just the tip, you needy bitch. Remember how it felt when it slid all the way home? When you realized you loved it?”
She pushed forward again, a slow, brutal advance. The stretch intensified, a deep, internal burn that blurred the line between pain and a shocking, unwanted pleasure. His body fought, his muscles clenching uselessly against the invasion. Alice watched, her other hand idly stroking the base of her own, larger strap-on.
“He’s so tight,” Jewels said, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow. “It’s seems he forgot how to be a good little fuckhole. We’ll have to remind him.” She pulled back almost all the way, then surged forward with more force.
The breath was driven from Rory’s lungs. The thick silicone shaft buried itself deeper, a searing line of fire opening him up. He cried out, a ragged, broken noise.
“Shut up and take it,” Alice hissed, grinding her hips slightly against his face. She raised and bent one leg hooking her foor under him so she could roughly fondle his balls and now engorged straining cock with the pointed toe of her shoe.
The pointed tip of her shoe dug into the stretched, vulnerable flesh of his scrotum with a pressure that was precisely calculated between pain and promise. Jewels used that moment of distracted tension to shove the remaining length of the purple silicone into him with one brutal, smooth thrust.
It buried itself to the hilt.
A raw, animal sound was torn from Rory’s throat, muffled by Alice’s sex. His body went rigid, impaled, the foreign fullness a shocking violation that radiated through his entire pelvis. Jewels held it there, deep, letting him feel every ridge, every unforgiving inch. "There," she breathed, her own exertion audible. "All the way home. Just like before, you pathetic slut."
She began to move. Not a rhythm of pleasure, but a ruthless, pistoning claim. Each withdrawal was a slow, dragging scrape that made his nerves sing with overstimulation. Each forward drive was a hard, punctuating slam that jolted his body forward into Alice’s grip. The sound was obscene: the slick, wet slap of silicone against flesh, the creak of the bed, Rory’s choked grunts.
Alice released his hair, leaning back to watch the performance. Her own large, black cock bobbed with her movements. "Look at him take it," she said, her voice a mix of awe and dark pleasure. "He's such a pathetic bitch."
"He's been trained," Jewels panted, picking up speed. The force of her thrusts rocked his entire frame. "His body knows what it's for, even if his pride forgets. Isn't that right, Rory? Your asshole knows it's as good a cunt as all the ones you've fucked."
He couldn't answer. Words were impossible. Sensation flooded him, a torrent of sharp, conflicting signals—the deep, burning stretch, the rough fondling of Alice's shoe on his caged genitals, the taste of her on his tongue. A treacherous, shameful heat coiled in his gut, a pleasure born purely from abasement.
"Think he's ready for you?" Jewels asked Alice, her strokes not faltering.
Alice’s eyes gleamed. "Let's find out." She swung her leg off him and shifted her position on the bed with a determined grace. "I want him on his back. Holding his knees up back and wide. Presenting himself to me like he's begging."
Jewels withdrew the purple silicone from Rory’s body with a wet, sucking pop. The emptiness felt vast and shameful. He trembled, his body obeying before his mind could form a protest.
He rolled onto his back, the dark duvet cool against his sweaty skin. He hooked his hands behind his knees, pulling them up and apart, exposing himself completely. The position was profoundly vulnerable, his stretched hole still throbbing, his caged cock a ridiculous steel mound amidst the ruin of his masculinity. He looked up at the ceiling, avoiding their eyes.
Alice stood at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips. She watched him arrange himself, her gaze critical. "Wider," she said, her voice flat. "I want to see the hole you just got fucked in. I want to see it wink."
Hepulled himself open further. The air touched his sensitized rim, making it flutter. He felt utterly displayed
Jewels moved to the side, retrieving the bottle of lube. She handed it to Alice. "He's all lubed up inside already. But you'll need more for that monster." Her eyes shone with anticipatory glee. "Go slow. He'll scream."
Alice took the bottle, her expression serene. She poured a generous stream of the cool, silver gel onto her fingers. She didn't waste time. With a clinical focus, she smeared it over the thick, black, knobbly silicone of her strap-on, coating every ridge and vein until it shone under the lamplight. The smell of synthetic strawberries mixed with sweat and sex.
She then stepped forward, between his spread legs. Her gaze lowered to his exposed opening. She pressed two slick fingers against him, working them in without ceremony. He gasped, his body seizing at the renewed intrusion so soon after Jewels’ fucking.
"Already loose," Alice murmured, almost to herself. She scissored her fingers, stretching him. "But not loose enough." She withdrew her fingers and placed the broad, bulbous head of her cock against him. The cold, rigid silicone was a shock. It was so much larger than the purple one.
She leaned her weight forward.