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The Bet

Jean
stared disbelievingly at her cards, lying there face-up on the table beside the
four other sets. She had lost.
She
looked accusingly up at Hank. �You rigged the cards!�
�Jean,
I assure you, I did no such thing,� Hank said. �Fate simply decreed that you
should lose. Now come on. Are you going to hold to the bet?�
Jean
fumed as she thought. When they had started playing cards earlier that evening,
she had bet Scott, Hank, Warren, and Bobby that she could beat them. She was
sure she could too. So she had told them that if she won, they would have to do
whatever she told them to do for a day.
They
had extracted from her the promise that if she lost, she would have to do
whatever they told her to do for a day. She had agreed, full of confidence that
she would win; and she had lost.
She
was going to belong to the boys for an entire day.
Scott
leaned back in his chair. Jean was normally so in control, this was going to be
fun. �Jean,� he said, smiling lazily, �Here�s the first thing I want you to do.
I want you to tell me, truthfully, what�s your favorite fantasy? What�s the one
fantasy you would like to have happen the most?�
Jean
gnawed on her lower lip as she thought. She could lie�but Scott would know, and
he would tell everyone else She sighed. �This,� she said. �I want to be owned,
to be told what to do, to have control of me taken away and given to someone
else. I want to be used like a toy, a thing with no feelings. That�s what I
always dreamed about.�
Scott
turned to the other boys. �What do you say we make Jean�s fantasy come true?�
�Oh,
yeah,� Bobby sat back. �This is going to be fun. The Professor�s away, we have
the place all to ourselves�oh, yeah, this is gonna be real fun!�
Scott
said, �Okay, Jean, from now until Thursday morning you have to do everything we
tell you to do, no matter how degrading or humiliating. That�s the only rule
for you. Guys, we can�t hurt her seriously; Hank, you�re the doctor, you tell
us if something�s too extreme for her, okay?� Hank nodded, and Scott�s grin got
impossibly wide as he said, �Okay, Jean. Strip. You won�t need clothes for the
next day.�
Jean
got up and started to remove her clothes. �Slowly,� Scott said. �I want to
enjoy this.�
She
pulled her T-shirt up over her head as slowly and sexily as she could, raising
the hem of the shirt inch by inch until her plain white bra came into view.
Then she folded her shirt and put it on her chair, reaching for her jeans. The
boys held their breaths as the cotton fabric slid off her hips, displaying her
considerable charms to their lascivious gazes. Under the jeans she was wearing
a pair of white high-cut bikini briefs. She slid a thumb under each side of the
top of the briefs and pulled them down. �Wait a minute,� Scott said. �Turn
around. I want to see your ass.� Jean blushed as she heard the crude word, but
turned as she pulled her panties down. The boys stared, almost hypnotized, at
the creamy white ass cheeks, punctuated here and there by a tiny freckle. The
dark, shadowed valley between the cheeks held their attention as she slowly
bent to pull them off, and they saw her puckered, rosy pink asshole peep out at
them between the white moons of her ass. As she bent over further, they saw the
full-lipped pout of her labia between her thighs, already damp with her juices.
Bobby
broke into a cheer when Jean turned around, her wispy red pubic curls neatly
trimmed into a triangular shape over her slit. �She�s a natural redhead!� Jean
blushed, but her hands came up to unfasten the front of her bra. Her hands pulled
it away, to reveal full, perfectly-shaped tits with perky pink nipples and
areolas as wide as Hank�s thumb. She stood there, blushing, her hands clasped
demurely in front of her pubes, until Scott said, �Hands behind your back,
Jean. At the small of your back, above your waist, so we can see everything.
Then turn around slowly until I say stop.� She did.
�Stop,�
Scott said when she looked like she was about to fall over, dizzy. �Stand
still.� He went over behind her with his belt, and looped it around her wrists
until they were bound in place. Then he said, �Hank, let me have your belt. I�m
going to have to drill an extra hole in it with my eye beams; don�t worry, I�ll
replace it.� Hank handed Scott his belt, and Scott wrapped it around Jean�s
neck, measuring it. Then he adjusted his optical beams and drilled a small,
pencil-point hole in the leather. He placed it around Jean�s neck and buckled
it, using the hole he�d just drilled, and tugged on the makeshift leash. �Down,
Jean.� Somewhat clumsily because she couldn�t use her hands, Jean knelt.
Scott
tugged gently, leading her over to his chair, where he sat down and unbuckled
his pants, allowing his limp cock to hang out. �Suck me off, y,� y,� he said,
his voice now harsh and commanding. �Now, puppy.�
Jean
crawled over and sat back on her heels in front of his chair, wrapping her lips
around his cock. She held it in her mouth for a moment, swirling her tongue tip
around under his head, the sensitive spot he liked so much, and when she was
sure he was as hard and stiff as he was going to get; she began stroking up and
down on his cock, wrapping her lips around her teeth so she wouldn�t nick him
by accident. Scott moaned. �Oh, yeah, puppy,� he moaned. �Suck it, suck it
good�oh, baby��
The
boys watched in silence. Jean had to be a heck of a cocksucker; either that or
Scott was really turned on by seeing his girlfriend crawling on the floor nude,
because it didn�t take him long to come in her mouth. �Swallow it, puppy,�
Scott managed to groan. �Swallow it, or you�ll get punished.� She swallowed
quickly, grimacing at the taste but determined to do as she was told to avoid
punishment.
Bobby snickered. �Come here,
puppy,� he said. She crawled awkwardly to him. �Suck me off. Suck all of us
off.� Jean closed her eyes, but mutely wrapped her lips around him without
further urging. He too, came quite quickly, and he commanded her to swallow as
Scott had.
Warren was next. Jean had a
bit more trouble with him, as it appeared that Warren�s boast about the span of
his wings being proportionate to his length wasn�t mere boasting. Warren almost
caused her to gag once, as he pumped into her mouth, but the gagging motions of
her throat spurred him on and he came fairly quickly. Hank was last; Jean had
been saving him deliberately because he was so large, and she was afraid he
would choke her. She opened her now-aching jaws wide to take in Hank�s almost
three-inch-wide girth (she shuddered to think what he would measure all the way
around, and wondered if he�d ever find a woman that could stretch enough to
take him in her body. Her jaws were aching almost as soon as she took him in,
and she wished longingly for Bobby�s considerably thinner cock; but she had to
suck Hank off, so she busied herself doing just that.
Hank took the hanging end of
her �leash� and slapped her bare shoulder with it when she faltered. �Suck it,
puppy,� he snapped. Jean moaned a bit, but redoubled her efforts, which were
finally rewarded with Hank�s cock sending hot spurts of semen shooting into her
mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but it was too much too fast, and a dribble
of saliva and cum trickled out the corner of her mouth, to land on the edge of
the chair.
Hank stood, grabbed her
hair, and pushed her face toward the chair. �Lick it up, slut puppy,� he
commanded. Jean gingerly extended her tongue to the hard wooden seat of the
chair and licked up the tiny dribble. Hank waited until she finished, then
said, �You need to be punished for making a mess. Puppies aren�t supposed to
leave bodily fluids in the house.� Jean gave a soft moan, but Hank nodded. He
grabbed her arms and pushed her forward gently until her forehead touched the
floor and her ass stayed in the air, then lifted his other hand and brought it
down on the upraised ass cheeks with a resounding smack.
�OWW!� Jean yelped, her
knees shifting around on the floor as her pale ass-globes absorbed the impact
on the shuddering flesh.
�Do puppies talk?� Hank said
to the room in general, and Jean in particular. A chorus of no�s was punctuated
by Jean�s soft, �no� from the floor. �Then perhaps our puppy shouldn�t either,�
Hank said gently. �Puppies bark, yelp, whimper, and whine. If you must
vocalize, slut puppy, you shall restrict yourself only to puppy sounds. Is that
understood?�
A short bark showed him that
Jean did indeed understand.
�Let�s start again, then,
shall we?� Hank lifted his hand and smacked it on Jean�s ass. She gave a short,
sharp yelp, then as he spanked her again and again, she settled into an almost
continuous string of whines and yelps until he finished. Hank smiled at the
reddened skin on her ass, then handed the leash off to Scott.
Jean looked up at him,
giving a soft whine. He looked at her. She repeated the whine. He knew what she
wanted; she�d been drinking sodas all night. She had to pee by now, very badly.
�What does the puppy need to do?� he asked.
Red-faced, Jean awkwardly
lifted her right leg to indicate the need to relieve herself. Scott grinned,
and headed toward the door. The others followed.
She started to crawl off
toward the bathroom, but was brought up short by Scott going the other way. She
instantly realized where he was going, and whined frantically.
He insisted. The others
laughed. Jean�s face went red. Scott reached down, unwrapped his belt from
around her wrists, and allowed her to drop to all fours. �Dogs pee outside,� he
scolded her. �So that�s where we�re going. It�s not as if anyone�s going to see
you. Who would want to see a slut-puppy like you pee, anyway?� He gave a sharp
tug on the �leash� and Jean followed, thoroughly humiliated, out the back door
to the yard. She tried to find a dignified position to relieve herself, but
when Scott demanded that she keep all four �feet� on the ground, she found
herself squatting exactly like a female dog would to avoid getting urine all
over her legs and body. It didn�t work; she still got herself messy.
�Oh, dear. Slut puppy made a
mess of herself,� Warren said, bringing forward the hose. �We�ll have to clean
her up, won�t we?� Jean�s eyes widened as she saw him adjusting the nozzle on
the hose to �sharp stream�. She yelped, eyes wide, but Warren simply smiled
wider and turned the water on her naked body.
Jean screamed as the cold
water hit her, only belatedly realizing that she was supposed to bark. She
commenced barking frantically, shying sideways to the end of her leash to avoid
the water; but it wasn�t doing her any good. The water blasted away, soaking
her hair, then wentn hen her back, sides, and finally hitting her legs. Warren
grinned and walked around her, aiming for her pussy where it peeped between her
thighs. Jean barked as the water blasted into her cunt, and Scott grabbed a
handful of her hair to hold her in place. Jean began to shake as the water
pounding her clit drove her relentlessly to her peak, and the last thought in
her mind as she exploded in the most intense orgasm of her life was how much
being humiliated like this had turned her on.
* * *
She
held still as Scott rubbed her down with a towel, like a dog getting dried
before coming into a clean house, then at his approving pat, she crawled into
the kitchen. Bobby was standing there in front of two bowls, one with water and
the other with what looked like dog food but what, on a close sniff, she found
was a can of deviled ham. She knew what was expected; she lowered her head to
lap water from the bowl and eat from the dish, both without using her hands. As
she ate, she felt hands touching and caressing her clit, which was still
sensitive from her explosive orgasm earlier. Scott held her there until she
finished the food, then tugged her leash gently. �Come on, now, puppy,� he
said. �Let�s go watch some TV.� She crawled after him into the den, and sat
back on her heels beside his chair while he grabbed the remote. There was some
arguing between the boys as to who was going to pick the viewing for the
evening, but they all eventually settled on a slasher flick that was playing.
Halfway through the movie, they got bored. Bobby was idly munching on popcorn;
he turned to Jean suddenly. �Want some, puppy?� he said, waving the piece in
front of her face. When she nodded andked,ked, he tossed it on the floor in
front of the TV.
Jean
crawled after it as fast as she could, pushed her face down to the carpet to
pick it up in her teeth, then returned to Scott. It became a game, the guys
tossing popcorn on the floor and Jean retrieving it and eating it. This
continued until she was tired and panting. She let her tongue loll out of her
mouth in an indication that she was tired. Scott got up. �Puppy is sleeping in
my room,� he said firmly. Jean grew hopeful, wondering if he would allow her to
sleep in his bed, but she was disappointed. Scott pulled an extra blanket out
and laid it on the floor, then tied her leash to the handle of his nightstand
and indicated she should sleep there. Tired and disappointed, Jean curled up on
the blanket and went to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night she woke to
the realization that she was cold; she had just barely become aware of the fact
when she felt Scott�s tug at the leash; he�d untied it and was urging her up.
She crawled into bed beside him, noting that he�d waited until everyone was
asleep, and went back to sleep cuddled in his arms, naked in bed with him.
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