Sometimes I look back at that summer and can't believe what we did. No wonder it seems like a dream. We made our own world in that little house, and I just couldn't keep it going once Jen and I had to leave JP. I know I've tried to say it before, but I am so sorry for that. The circumstances of leaving were so hard, but they were nothing compared to the leaving itself. Everything changed so suddenly that I couldn't catch my breath. And by the time I did, you had withdrawn. Not that I blame you. As a certain redhead told me then (and reminds me now), you tried your best to keep connected. That it had to have been hell on you to, not just me. You may not believe me, but I tried my best then too. It's just my best wasn't good enough. So I'm sorry.

And now we may be coming back east. I won't lie to you, my decision to accept the job is going to have something to do with you. I couldn't stand to live in Boston again, knowing you're there and knowing that we have to stay away from each other. But I really don't want to put pressure on you. The stakes are too high for us all not to be honest with each other and ourselves. So, please, please, please, think about what it would mean if Jennifer and I moved back to the vicinity.

Every once in a while I hear a song that totally reminds me of that summer, so I have to listen to it again and again. Right now, one of those songs is called "Night" by a group called Feisty. There's a verse that goes:

“It starts out cold
Colder than I've seen
May I keep you here
Here where I can watch you watching me

The days are strange
Stranger than I've known
And you made me stay
Longer than I thought that I could take”

Those were strange, wonderful days. We watched each other and kept each other in places we never would have gone ourselves. I don't know if any of it means anything for us now. But, at least, I hope it means we can try to reconnect. I guess, if nothing else, that summer gave us incredible memories.

The day before their visit, and what else could I do but re-read the letter? I guess I was searching for secret messages, wondering what to expect when they arrived. And wondering what I wanted. By then I realized that they probably didn't know either. I just didn't want to admit it because I wanted to know.

But, of course, life isn't like that. We rarely really know what is going to happen. All we can do is stumble along as best we can and hope we can make sense of it. Sometimes, though, it feels more like stumbling than anything else. I certainly had felt that way for a while. The summer in JP we were stumbling along, but back then we didn't really know or care. I think if you don't know you've just stumbled, it can feel like flying.

Lydia was certainly right about one thing; we had incredible profound memories of that summer. Memories that were always lurking beneath the surface, but now had a death grip on my brain. So what else could I do besides read and re-read the letter? I could worry myself sick for the next day, or I could remember...

...We had such fantastic times that summer. We were responsible only to ourselves, and we played it to the hilt. It wasn't just about sex. We did all sorts of things together, and put more miles on my old jalopy than was healthy. Not that I cared, of course. I think we all realized that after the summer, things would change. I'd be in school, Jennifer would figure out what she wanted to do besides work in a coffee shop and Lydia was poised to get a pretty high level position in the early fall. So we had to fill the summer with all the experiences we had never done and might never do after it was over. All the things we didn't even know we needed to do until we started living together. Starting in late August, we would be slaves to Real Life. But for a couple of months, we were just going to be slaves to our desires. And, of course, to each other.

Within a week, we were living like we'd been family forever. We came and went into each other's apartments without knocking, went out together and often ate meals together. We all worked weird hours. The coffee shop where Jennifer worked was open seven days a week from early morning to late night, the hospital where I worked was open all the time and Lydia was just a workaholic, climbing the corporate ladder. We grabbed time together whenever we could, either all three of us or two together.

And, yes, we had sex. I don't know if it was a lot compared to typical twenty-somethings, but it was great. It wasn't always about "flipping the coin," either. Sometimes we just did what we wanted and enjoyed each other. We were young and healthy with young, healthy appetites. Why not indulge?

We certainly were luckier than we could ever imagine that jealousy never reared its ugly head. I still can't really explain that; we just somehow were able to feel things out. In fact, the three of us just grew more and more confident that summer. More comfortable with ourselves and each other. I still can't really explain it.

I guess the thing about it is we somehow created a little world of our own. A little pocket universe or something. I would go into the JP house and everything changed. I wasn't worrying about the huge pile of readings already sent to me from my graduate program, I didn't care that I'd been smacked upside the head (yet again) by a new, unmedicated patient – things stopped bothering me. It even felt cooler in the house, which was great during one of the hottest summers in memory. The air itself changed when I went into the house. Somehow all of my personal anxieties and worries about myself and my place in the world melted away when the three of us were together. And while I never asked them, I suspect they felt the same way.

One Saturday afternoon a few weeks after I moved to JP, I was coming home from the T-stop after an overnight shift at the hospital. I was hot and smelly in that way you can only get after you're stuck in the locked unit for 16 hours. The sun was shining, but it wasn't too hot yet. I was feeling good about getting home, taking a long shower and sacking out for a while. The three of us had talked tentatively about going out this evening. We had decided to start going out to places vanilla twenty year olds wouldn't be caught at in a million years. Ideas ranged from a leather gay man's bar to Disney on Ice. I think this evening we were going to a basic gay and lesbian dance club (this was before gay bars became hangouts for straights). It seemed like a good place to start, and we didn't yet have the leather for anything more radical.

Walking up towards the house I suddenly heard a wolf whistle from above. I looked up to see the two of them – in matching dark shades of course – hanging their heads over the third floor deck balcony. They were both in bathing suits, oily with tanning lotion.

"Hey hot stuff!" Lydia yelled down, "Grab your trunks and join us on the beach!"

"You have got to be kidding," I yelled back. "I feel like I haven't slept in days and I smell like disinfectant and pee. I'm jumping in the shower and crashing."

Jennifer piped up, "I'm sure we can entice you with this." She held out a blender, filled with a thick yellow liquid that I knew would contain a high percentage of alcohol. Then in a sing-song voice, "Come up, come up, come uh-up..."

"Oh fuck you both," I said, knowing full well (as did they), that'd I'd be coming up. "At least let me jump in the shower."

Lydia sniffed loudly and replied in a haughty voice, "Yes, we wouldn't want our delicate noses to take offense." Then in a bad New York accent, "Just get your butt up her, boy!"

Laughing, they disappeared onto the balcony. I went into my apartment, tried to figure out how much sleep I could get before we went out that night, and ran the shower.

A few minutes later, I was on their balcony, lying on a deck chair, dressed in a bathing suit and suntan lotion, a daiquiri-like drink in my hand. The two of them had put down beach towels and chairs, put up an umbrella and even had a small children's pool filled with water. To top it off, there was an ocean sound machine going. They had also presented me with some sunglasses – identical to the pairs they were wearing. I took a long gulp of my drink, upping my estimate of the alcohol content.

"Man, you two are going to kill me. I'm going to be unconscious before too long."

"We just wanted you to join our beach party," Lydia explained. "Then you can get some sleep before we go out tonight. Jennifer and I wanted a tan."

"What, you think anybody'll even notice tonight? It'll be dark!"
"You, little boy, don't know what we'll be wearing."

"Aaah," I said, my imagination kicking in, "I'll shut up now."

We sat for a while, drinking the sweet, powerful frozen drinks, laughing and teasing each other like usual. During a quiet moment I started thinking about "flipping the coin." We hadn't talked much about it since that first night. It wasn't that we were uncomfortable talking about those things – we had gotten past the point of talking around things -- it just hadn't seemed right for some reason.

Jennifer noticed I was lost in thought. "Hey, what's going through that tired, probably drunk mind of yours?"

I smiled at her. "I was just thinking about what we started this summer. I was wondering how it's going to unfold. When do we take another step?"

We sat for a bit, listening to the street noise and the artificial ocean, until Lydia spoke.

"I think we should flip the coin tonight after we get back home. We'll spend the night dancing our asses off, flirting with strangers of all shapes, sizes and orientations, and then drive them nuts because we'll come home together. Then we'll use all that sexual energy and see what the coin gives us."

How could one argue with that? Even the semi-spiritual bit seemed to make sense. Like I said, that house was like a different world, with different rules. It made sense that our desire and sexual energy had some other-worldly, mystical power.

So that's what we did. It probably will not shock you that I had little experience with dance clubs, gay or straight. But I went. And had a great time. I think the secret is just not caring what other people think. I wasn't there to pick up or be picked up, and that takes a lot of pressure off. I was just there to have a good time with my best buds.

So we went, the two of them dressed just this side of whatever indecency laws were on the books. We laughed and danced the night away, as the saying goes. We danced together, we danced alone. Lydia was of course the easiest, picking up dance partners and then tossing them away. Women and men, she danced and flirted with them like there was no tomorrow. Jennifer, surprisingly, followed suit, although she wasn't so flagrant. I, not surprisingly, was slower, and didn't really start until some guy asked me. That shocked me a bit – both because I'm just not gay and because I don't think of myself as that attractive to anybody. But, I thought What the hell! and hit the dance floor.

It was fun. I don't know if the guys were flirting with me, but I didn't care. I kept an eye on Jennifer and Lydia, and caught them keeping an eye on me and each other. The room was dark and filled with people dancing, many rubbing against each other and making out on the dance floor. And I had thought Lydia and Jennifer were indecent. It was a turn on. It didn't matter if it was girls with girls or boys with boys, sex was in the air. I began to really believe that Lydia was right about the mystical power of sexual energy.

At least two of us danced together every couple of songs. That was the best. It was also incredibly erotic. It was like the music played to fit what we were doing together. Holding each other, rubbing or grinding, just seeing their bodies almost exposed. The way the two of them fit together during a slow song, a tongue going from ear to shoulder, a knee pushing between legs, a hand drawn down a back. I didn't care that we got strange looks – after all, dancing with one of them made me a minority in that crowd. It was simply fantastic.

I don't know what time we got home. We were sweaty, horny and exhausted, but we went straight to their kitchen table. Lydia brought out the metal box and put it down in the center. We held hands and stared at the box for a few minutes, quietly thinking.

Lydia broke the silence. "I think Jennifer should flip first, because she got the tail last time."

We silently agreed, but Jennifer made no move. A few more minutes until it felt right.

"Are you ready?"

Jennifer nodded and reached over to the box, opening it. She took out the gold coin and flipped it, showing us a head. She passed it to Lydia. Lydia flipped the coin. With a bit of a smile, she showed us the tail she had flipped.

So, Lydia would be next. Jennifer and I would force her to face and endure her darkest, most painful desires. In a way that allowed us our own desires. I swallowed and turned to Jennifer.

"Shall we talk?"

********************************* The following Friday I worked a seven to four shift. Jennifer had shifted her schedule around so she'd be free that night and the next day. Soon after I got home she came into my apartment, very excited.

"I made her promise to come home early tonight, so she's due in about 20 minutes. I've got the basement set up. Are you ready?"

I was sort of ready. Our plan felt a bit risky, but so was everything else we'd been doing. About a day or so after Lydia had flipped a tail, Jennifer and I had made plans. The three of us shared desires about control and pain and rage. Giving and receiving, forcing and giving up. The possibilities were obvious. And dangerous. And scary as hell. So Jennifer and I planned it out and promised ourselves we would carry it out. With two of us, it would be easier. When Lydia and I had taken on Jennifer, it had been much easier with each of us supporting the other to push Jennifer just one step further.

"I didn't even realize how exciting it is to me!" Jennifer told me. "You sure you remember what to do?"

"Yeah, we went over it about a million times. It'll go fine."

"I've been wet all week just thinking about it." This from a woman who was really shy when I first met her. But don't judge a book by its cover. Jennifer was a large woman – taller than me with a big frame. Breasts and hips to match. I think she matured early and was really teased about it. That made her shy about her body. But believe me, that summer she got over it.

About ten minutes before Lydia was due home, Jennifer went down to the basement and I hid in the shadows of the basement door, next to the stairs that led up to their apartment. The main door opened to those stairs; the door to my apartment was on the right. The hallway next to the stairs leading to the basement door was narrow and dark. She wouldn't see me.

I heard the outer door open up and Lydia came in from the outside. When she turned around to lock it I came out of the shadows and moved up behind her. I reached around and grabbed her, both arms around her, clamping her arms to her body. I lifted her off her feet, bent over and had her down on the ground, legs splayed and my weight on her so she was immobilized. Whispered into her ear, "Make a noise and I'll hurt you." Sure, she knew right away who it was, but she was still scared. I pulled out a hood from my back pocket and put it over her head, covering her face so she couldn't see. Out of my other pocket was a pair of cuffs.

I pulled Lydia's arms behind her and cuffed her hands together. She was too surprised to react, even when I hoisted her up and off her feet. She gasped as she left the floor. Because she was small and light, it was easy to throw her over my shoulder. I walked her over to the basement door, opened it and took her down the stairs. She was already breathing hard and fast with fear. The basement light was off, illumination coming only from the candles Jennifer had lit, surrounding the area we had prepared especially for the evening. Not that Lydia could appreciate it, given the hood that was blinding her. I threw her down on the futon mattress. Nearby were the various tools and toys Jennifer had brought down for the evening's activities.

Jennifer bent over her, unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her and down her arms, undid her hands and pulled the blouse off, leaving her chest exposed except for her bra. She rebound Lydia's hands behind her back. In the meantime, I undid Lydia's skirt and pulled it off. Her shoes followed and I pulled her pantyhose down. Jennifer whispered into Lydia's ear, "Bitch, we are going to fuck you until you scream."

Lydia's biggest issue was control. We were going to spend the night tearing that control away from her. We would not even allow her control over her own body. Pain and pleasure were ours to dole out, and we would take our time doing it. The basement was cold and a bit creepy, shadows thrown off by the flickering candles. Jennifer and I were dressed in similar jeans and black t-shirts, both of us with stockings over our faces. Everything was designed to treat Lydia like an object, with no power, no choices, no control. She lay on the mattress, hands bound behind her, clad only in bra and panties, stomach rising and falling with each heavy breath. Fear, and something more.

I lay a hand down over the crotch of her panties. She jerked with surprise. I could feel damp heat rising off of her pussy. I pushed the fabric into her crack and laughed.

"She's already wet! Can you believe that?"

"Well, let's not waste it. I want to use her up."

Jennifer bent over Lydia's shaking form, reaching behind her head and pulling her into a sitting position. She crouched down onto the futon, pulled Lydia's mask up above her nose and pushed Lydia into her lap. With her other hand, Jennifer unzipped her own jeans, reached in and pulled out a large dildo, strapped to her waist.

"Okay bitch, suck it!" She shoved Lydia's mouth down over the cock. Jennifer bit down, but obviously didn't hurt anybody. Jennifer pushed her head down more and Lydia gagged on the cock. "I said suck it!"

Lydia was forced to close her mouth over the cock. Jennifer pushed down harder and Lydia gagged. She pulled Lydia's head up and then back down, forcing her to deep throat the dildo. She pushed Lydia down, holding her until Lydia started struggling for air. Pulled her back up and I heard Lydia suck breath in around the cock. Back down again hard. "Do me, bitch, make me cum down your throat" Up and down, up and down, Lydia gasping for air when she could get it, Jennifer starting to moan. I realized the cock was double sided and was stimulating Jennifer as she forced Lydia to deep throat her.

I took that as my cue to act. Lydia didn't notice at first that I was pulling her panties down. When she realized she started to struggle away from me. That is, until Jennifer shoved her face back down on her cock. "Bitch, we are going to fuck you. You get to choose, easy or hard. I know what I want." Lydia just struggled even harder to get away from us, even though she had to know it was impossible.

She wants it hard! That's the thought that went through my head. And, fuck, we were going to give it to her. It turned me on that she struggled. Jennifer too. And Lydia herself. I smacked her now-bare ass and she cried out, muted by the cock down her throat. Again I smacked her ass, keeping the rhythm of Jennifer fucking her face. Down the cock, Smack! Down the cock, Smack! Even after she stopped struggling. It just felt so fucking good to smack her. My hand tingled and burned with it. I ran my hand down her ass between her legs, over her pussy lips. They were swollen and wet, as she grew more excited. I wondered how she felt about getting excited by what we were forcing her to do. How humiliating that must be for her.

But humiliation was part of the excitement.

My cock was pounding in my jeans. I pulled her panties off, and unzipped my jeans. I pulled my cock out and shoved it as hard as I could into her pussy from behind. Squashed her into Jennifer. Pulled out and then plunged in as she groaned and squealed around Jennifer's dildo. Jennifer thrust up into Lydia's mouth, pushing her back at me. We started shoving Lydia back and forth between us. Raping her mouth and pussy. Lydia was just a couple of holes that we were filling with our cocks. I bent across Lydia's body and kissed Jennifer. We tongued each other as we fucked her. There was something incredibly sexy about making out with a woman who was fucking another woman with a cock. Maybe I am a bit of a closet fag, maybe it's just that the sex was so raw.

We fucked Lydia harder as we groped each other. It was like fucking each other through another body. Lydia was less and less a person as we just focused on each other and Lydia's holes. Fucking back and forth, groaning into each other's mouths. Jennifer broke a kiss, groaning "Let's cum together." Then down to Lydia, her hand still pulling and pushing her head up and down the cock. "Suck me, bitch, suck me, suck me!"

I joined in, my hands around Jennifer's hips, holding on to her as we moved back and forth through Lydia. "Come on bitch, fuck me. It's what you want. Take me bitch, take me bitch!"

"Gods, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" Jennifer started shoving herself even harder down Lydia's throat. I picked up my pace into her cunt as well, fucking her as hard as I could, not caring I was hurting her. Lydia was unable to make any noises, battered back and forth between the two of us assaulting her.

I felt the pressure at the base of my cock burst, the cum shooting up just as Jennifer shoved once more hard into Lydia, shoving the other woman's head down onto the cock and holding it there. My cum shot out as I slammed myself into the cunt, hard enough that her ass would have flown into the air if I wasn't holding her down by her hips.

Jennifer and I pushed harder as our orgasms pulsed through us. Lydia was squashed between us like a beach ball. My orgasm finally spent, I pulled out of her cunt. Jennifer lifted her off the cock and pushed her over onto the futon. Lydia collapsed, lying there mewing and gasping. For the moment, the fight was out of her.

Jennifer and I were gasping as well, although for different reasons. Jennifer ran her hands down her chest and to the fake cock jutting out of her pants; the gesture one of intimacy and satisfaction. "Mmmm, the cunt knows how to suck cock." She was so getting into this. "She's going to love what's next." The two of us zipped up our jeans.

We knew Lydia well enough to know that she wanted to be broken. Lydia was tough in all ways, but her darkest desire was to be pushed so hard that she cracked. We figured that she would fight us tooth and nail, so we had to be committed. I have to admit, it was more of a turn on than if she'd give some pretend resistance. This was more...real. We were going to break her with rape and humiliation. Like anybody's deepest darkest fantasy it would be the hardest thing for her to accept and the thing she most wanted. And we were going for it. Made me wonder what would happen when I flipped a tail.

Jennifer got off the futon and pulled Lydia off by her arms. For the moment, Lydia didn't struggle, still battered from the assault. Jennifer dragged her over to two wooden beams that held up the floor above. They were spaced about four feet apart and made a frame that was perfect to stretch a body in. Jennifer and I had made some preparations for the occasion, screwing eye bolts along the sides of the beams and ceiling.

We had also put the small children's pool from the beach party in between the beams. Jennifer had Lydia step into it, and then pushed her down so she was lying on the floor. I joined her, uncuffing Lydia's hands, taking her right arm and re-cuffing it, running a rope from the cuff through an eye bolt in the top corner of the frame. Jennifer did the same with her left arm. Lydia barely stirred from her heap until we pulled the ropes through the eye bolts. She groaned as she was pulled up to her knees. We secured the ropes so her arms were spread out above her head. She started to stand to relieve the pull on her arms but Jennifer smacked her on the ass. "Stay down bitch!"

We pulled her back down to her knees, spread her legs and lashed each to a side of the frame. Lydia was tied spread eagle and taught, her legs wide apart and uncomfortable. We looked down on our handiwork, her head hanging. Jennifer lifted it up by her chin. She pulled off the mask that had covered Lydia's face so she could see. With the stockings over our faces, our features were covered. I'm sure the effect was unnerving. Two people, dressed the same in rough jeans and t-shirts, faces covered, anonymous. Lydia blinked rapidly after emerging from darkness.

"Look at her. Broken already. I thought this bitch had teeth." Jennifer let go of Lydia's chin in disgust.

Lydia gritted her teeth. "Fuck you!" she spat out at us. Damn, did she want this. Jennifer smiled.

"Oh-ho! Maybe the girl has something." She lowered herself down eye-to-eye with Lydia, "Don't worry. Before we're done, you won't even be able to beg us to stop."

I grabbed a bottle of tequila we'd brought down and kneeled down behind Lydia. I wrapped one arm around her head from behind, her chin in the crook of my elbow, pulling back so she was facing up. "Drink up!" I hissed into her ear and brought the bottle to her mouth. I poured tequila in and Lydia sputtered and spat it out. I jerked her head back. "Drink it!" I poured again and she swallowed, coughing it down this time. I let go and she jerked forward, here head bent over gagging and gasping. I thought she would vomit it up but she didn't.

"Good girl kept it down," I said.

Jennifer laughed, "Lots more to go." She had picked up a gallon jug of water and lifted it to Lydia's lips. "Drink up little girl." Lydia sipped, gratefully at first to wash the tequila down. But when she tried to stop Jennifer pushed the jug back into her lips. "I said drink up." Lydia shook her head and clamped her jaw shut.

Jennifer looked at me. "Looks like Plan B."

I grabbed Lydia's head from behind again and bent it back against my shoulder. "Good," I said, " I like it better than her cooperating." Lydia was shaking her head back and forth, trying to escape my arm. There was no way that would happen.

Jennifer produced a funnel. Grabbing Lydia around the chin in one hand to stop her squirming she pushed the end of the funnel between her lips and into her mouth. "Hold her still." I pulled Lydia's head more tightly against me. Jennifer poured water into the funnel, slowly enough so Lydia didn't gag, but she was relentless. Lydia had no choice but to gulp it down. Jennifer stopped and when the water cleared the funnel we heard Lydia's gasps of breath through it. A few seconds and I poured some tequila down there. Coughing and gasping as the liquor went down. By now she'd had several shots worth and about a quart of the water. As Jennifer lifted the jug back to the funnel, Lydia groaned. "Noo, please," we heard through the funnel. Then gurgling as Jennifer poured away.

Alternating water, tequila and a few minutes of breathing breaks, it took about 30 minutes to pour that gallon of water down into Lydia. Jennifer and I interspersed drinks with comments about how helpless Lydia was and how she was just a piece of meat for our amusement.

By the time we had finished, she was squirming, trying to push her legs together, moaning and gasping rhythmically. She was drunk on the tequila and half-drowned from the water. Jennifer pulled the funnel out of her mouth and I let her head go. It flopped forward as she gasped, "Puh.puh.puhlease. I've got..got.got to pee. Untie me." Her words were slurred from tequila and the humiliation of her need to urinate. Drunk, tied up and needing to pee – we were removing the control away from her layer at a time.

"Oh, you can piss all right," I said to her. "The facilities?" To Jennifer. She shoved the jug between Lydia's taught legs. "Piss into that," I told her.

"Noo!" was the horrified response. "Let me out of here. I'm not going to piss in the jug."

"Then hold it in," I said.

"Unngh. No, fuck, no, please. Please! Please!!" Lydia was getting hysterical with the need to urinate and the humiliation.

Crack! Jennifer had smacked her across the face. Shit, she is getting into this, I thought. Look at yourself – you're getting into this too!

Jennifer followed with a verbal assault, "Don't be such a baby. Whining, whining, whining," Lydia hated any signs of weakness, like whining for instance. "You use the piss jug."

"No! Fuck you both!" her teeth gritted and her legs pulled as together as she could get them.

Oh, this was getting better and better. Jennifer actually smiled with what I can only call sadistic joy. I shivered when I thought that one of these days, I would be in Lydia's place. I felt fear, and I confess, a bit of excitement.

"We'll see what a whiny baby you really are." Jennifer ran her hand down to Lydia's stomach, which I swear looked distended. Pushed down in the area of her bladder, above her shaved pubes. Lydia groaned and tried to jerk away from the pressure. Jennifer simply moved lower down, flicking her fingers around Lydia's clit. I watched from above and behind as she slid a finger easily into Lydia's battered cunt. Again Lydia tried to jerk away, "No!"

I smacked her hard on the ass, forcing a jerk in the other direction and back onto Jennifer's waiting fingers. She started finger fucking the bound woman, flying in and out of her pussy. She sure knew Lydia's buttons; even in that state she began to respond to the touch. Her breath grew heavier and followed the rhythm of Jennifer's fingers. Her moans were of pleasure as well as discomfort. Jennifer's fingers grew wetter with Lydia's cunt juice. "Just wait 'till you come. You'll piss yourself then."

"Noo!" Lydia tried to pull herself off of those fingers again. Another hard smack to her ass. "Unghh!"

She could not escape us. Even worse, she could not escape her body. Jennifer in front, finger fucking her to orgasm. Me behind, squeezing her ass cheeks and giving the occasional smack. Unable to control the need to piss and the growing pressure to cum.

Her body grew even tenser as it moved towards an unwanted and involuntary orgasm. "No. No. Please. No," she moaned, in rhythm with her heavy breath and Jennifer's pumping fingers. "I...can't...hold it...Stop...Don't...make...me...stop...gonna...piss....No! No! No!!! Aieeee!" Her body arched forward into an orgasm. Liquid flew out of her cunt as Jennifer pulled her hand away. Cum and piss and who knows what else. I grabbed her above the waist and held her as still as possible. She was jerking uncontrollably in orgasm and then suddenly collapsed in defeat, her head falling forward onto her chest. I watched tears flow down her face as she gave up the fight against own body, losing control of her basic functions. The urine flowed out of her, much of it splashing into the jug, but also down the insides of her legs and the floor of the pool. She didn't even try to stop it anymore, but just let it pour out, her cunt jerking, body flushed with lust and shame.

The power I felt at that moment was the hottest aphrodisiac I could imagine. A glance at Jennifer's face showed the same thing.

But what about Lydia? What about the collapsed, sobbing woman? Bound and helpless, piss flowing down her legs, her cunt spasming from an orgasm? Defeated by her own body? Shit, I realized, this was the hottest aphrodisiac for her as well.

The stream slowed down and stopped. Much of it had flowed into the pool, but there were a couple of inches in the jug. Sobs of humiliation came from Lydia. Jennifer grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back up. She grabbed the jug and brought it back to Lydia's lips. "Come on, you whiny baby, drink your piss."

"Uhhooo." Not even a word from Lydia, just a groan of protest. Jennifer tipped the jug and poured the hot liquid into Lydia's mouth. She cried out and coughed, spitting it out and shaking her head back and forth.

Jennifer put the jug down, bent down and grabbed Lydia on both sides of her face, forcing her to look straight at her. "You are going to drink your own piss or I am going to rip your tits off your chest." Lydia still refused, shaking her head.

"Fine." Jennifer reached down and pulled off Lydia's bra. She grabbed Lydia's nipples, stood up and pulled. Lydia screeched as her tits were stretched up. Her head flew back and eyes bulged as Jennifer twisted and pinched the nipples, pulling her breasts away from the chest. She let them go and Lydia's head bounced forward as her body collapsed again. "So, do you want a drink or do I tear your tits again?"

Sniffles from Lydia. "Well?!" a sharp question.

"Ye.yes," her voice small.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes...a...a..a.drink."

"Ask for it nicely." Seeing how far Lydia would go.

Her head still hanging, her voice that of a tiny girl, "Please, let me drink my urine."

"Please let me drink my piss."

Sniff. "Please, let me drink my...my..pi...piss."

"Please let me drink my piss sir."

Silence. Jennifer had hit another boundary that Lydia wouldn't cross. It was too subservient. We would just have to pull her across.

I reached around to her breasts, grabbing the small nipples and twisted cruelly. Lydia cried out and pushed against me, trying fruitlessly to push me away. "Say it, whiny baby," I ordered. Twisted harder and pulled her breasts. Grabbed them in each hand and turned, feeling them twist and crush.

More sobs and then the words pulled out like finger nails, "Puh.puhlease, let...let..me..drink...my...own..pi...pi...piss...sir." I let go and she gasped in relief.

But not for long. Jennifer pulled her head up by her chin, jug to her lips and poured. Slow enough so she didn't choke. I watched from behind as the golden liquid was gulped down. Tears of shame pouring down her cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, trying not to breathe. Jennifer taunting her, "Drink it down, whiny baby. Drink your own piss."

I reached between her legs as she drank. My hand went to her cunt and found her still wet and swollen. I started playing with her as she drank, not surprised when her clit swelled out of its hood in excitement. The wetness of her lust ran out of her cunt. "Oh, you whore. You could probably cum just from drinking your own piss." Lydia moaned as I ran my hand between her legs, pressing against her clit.

Jennifer finished with the jug, tipping it so the last few drops splashed onto Lydia's face. "You are a dirty, dirty whore, aren't you? A whiny, dirty baby whore. The only thing you're good for is a fuck. You're just a fucking hole, aren't you?" I felt Lydia's cunt swell even more with Jennifer's verbal assault, in spite of her head hanging in shame.

Lydia moaned gently under Jennifer's accusations and my ministrations. "Look at you!" Jennifer demanded, "covered in piss and cunt juice, tied up like a side of beef, used like a fuck toy...and begging for more." She grabbed Lydia's chin, pulling her face up again, staring hard into her eyes. "Go ahead, beg for more. It's what you want. It's what you need. Ask for it."

"Nnnhhh," Lydia shook her head. Jennifer let go of her head in disgust.

"I guess she hasn't learned her lesson yet." She stood up, grabbed the back of Lydia's head, undid her zipper again, and shoved Lydia into her crotch. Lydia groaned as the dildo was again shoved down her throat. I heard her muffled cries and struggles for air.

I continued to play with her clit, which was throbbing with her growing excitement. With my other hand I played my fingers around her cunt lips, running up and down the shaved slit. Jennifer was shoving the cock in and out of Lydia's mouth as I slid two fingers into her wet pussy. I felt the channel pulsing around my fingers, pulling them deep. My hand hit her pubes and I pulled out again. Added a third finger and shoved to the hilt. Grunts from above as Jennifer continued fucking Lydia's mouth, keeping up an obscene commentary.

"Yeah, you baby. I love watching you suck my cock. I'm just fucking your face. You love it, getting your throat fucked and your pussy fingered. You love it, don't you, you baby." Just grunts and moans for an answer.

Lydia was starting to twist in her binds, thrusting her hips to meet my fingers. One hand playing her clit, the other fucking into her pussy, tight around the three fingers. Jennifer's verbal abuse, grunting from Lydia, and the sloshing of her assaulted pussy were the sounds. Sweat, urine, fear and sex were the smells. I could feel the tension of Lydia's body increase and she started to moan along with my pumping fingers. My senses were reeling as Lydia strained towards another orgasm. Moaning louder and louder around Jennifer's cock. I felt her clamp down on my fingers and pull hard against the ropes.

And then I pulled out of her. A scream of frustration around the cock. Then Jennifer pulled out of her as well. Lydia shuddered and squirmed in her restraints as Jennifer and I looked down on her suddenly emptied body.

"I want to fuck her but she's too damn smelly," was Jennifer's comment. "Let's wash her down first."

I grabbed a bucket of water we'd gotten ready, and the two of us washed the urine and cum off of Lydia's body, tormenting her with comments about her smell and how helpless she was.

After we dried her off roughly, Jennifer grabbed her chin and forced her Lydia to look directly at her. "You are just a stupid whore, aren't you? We're going to use you like the fuck rag you are, and you are going to love it."

Lydia simply shuddered and Jennifer let go of her with a look of disgust. "I want this whore on the bed. I'm going to fuck her brains out – not that that'll be too difficult." She started pulling her own clothes off, and I followed suit.

Looking back, it's hard to believe how into this we were getting. These are not things we would do or say in the "real" world. But somehow, we had created a world of our own in that house. It was magical in every sense of the word – unexplainable, dreamlike, exciting and scary as hell.

We stood in front of Lydia, naked. I was hard, looking down on the prone woman, but Jennifer's rubber cock was bigger than my real one. I untied Lydia's arms as Jennifer supported her underneath her armpits. Lydia had been tied for a while, and she groaned in pain as the ropes let go, collapsing into Jennifer's arms. It just made her even more vulnerable.

As soon as she was free of the ropes, Jennifer pulled Lydia harshly out of the pool and threw her back down onto the futon mattress. Then she was on top of her, shoving Lydia's legs apart with her knees, hard kisses and bites all over her face, hands roughing her up. Lydia was trying to get out from under her, her arms pretty useless from cramping.

"Help me with her," Jennifer said to me. She didn't need the help though, it was just to increase the humiliation. I was happy to do it.

I bent down and grabbed Lydia's hands, pulling them hard above her head. Then I sat down, her head between my legs, my legs immobilizing her arms. Jennifer sat up on top of Lydia, so that we were holding the smaller woman down with our weight, helpless. She was fruitlessly kicking her legs, her breath was ragged, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. We did not disappoint.

Jennifer ran her hands up to Lydia's breasts, where the nipples were erect. She grabbed a nipple in each hand and pinched down hard. Lydia cried out and tried to squirm out from under us, but there was no way that was going to happen. Another cry as Jennifer twisted again, pinching and rubbing the nipples between her strong fingers. She let them go and we stared at her handiwork. The nipples were hot and engorged, Lydia whimpering.

ering.

"Now," Jennifer said to her, "I'm going to rape you."

"No, please. Don't...aaaah!!" Her protests cut short by a twist to her tit.

I reached over to the side of the bed where Jennifer and I had stored the toys, pulling a cuff out. I cuffed her hands together, tying the cuff to a post so they were stretched above here head. Jennifer was having fun, pretending to fight with Lydia's closed legs, knowing full well she could get them open. But she enjoyed it like a cat enjoys playing with the mouse it's about to kill. She would push Lydia's knees apart but then let her slam them shut again, twisting away from the larger woman.

"Shit," I said with mock disgust, "Sometimes it just takes a real man."

I wrenched Lydia's legs apart, driving my hand into her cunt. My other arm I used to push her knees back towards her face, bending her and exposing her sex to us.

"Go on," I said to Jennifer, "fuck the whore."

Jennifer grabbed Lydia's legs from me and spread them apart, throwing herself down on top of her. She roughly rubbed the dildo she was wearing up and down Lydia's pussy lips. I grabbed the rubber cock and positioned it at the opening of Lydia's sopping cunt. Jennifer shoved it all the way, and Lydia groaned.

Jennifer went at her like crazy, fucking Lydia with the rubber cock like she was born with it, mauling Lydia's breasts and letting out a string of obscenities. I was between their legs, one hand on Lydia's clit, the other on Jennifer's, rubbing them as they slammed together and then pulled apart.

"That's the way, bitch. I own your cunt. This is how you like it."

Lydia was thrashing around, trapped by the rope around her wrists and Jennifer's weight. Jennifer shoved the cock down to its hilt and held herself there. I pulled my hands out from between them and she started grinding her cunt harder into Lydia's groin. Lydia could only moan as the thick dildo was shoved deeper into her abused pussy.

I laid myself down next to the two of them, an arm around Jennifer, staring into Lydia's tired and scared face. I could only imagine what it was like for her. Grabbed and tied down, no time to even catch her breath as she was abused, humiliated and raped by two masked sadists. Her face was puffy with tears; her eyes squeezed shut against the violation. Her wrists were red from where she was struggling to pull out of the cuffs. Her nipples were swollen and red. Bruises and splotches were all over her body.

She was so loving this.

A shudder ran through her as Jennifer lifted herself onto her hands and then thrust her full weight onto the dildo. Lydia's spread legs popped up as her pelvis was shoved further into the futon. She gasped as the air was pushed out of her.

Jennifer pulled out of Lydia, almost all the way.

"I am going to impale you on this cock." She slammed back down. Lydia cried out in pain. Then Jennifer pulled out again.

"I want to see this cock come out your throat." Slam. Another cry from Lydia. Out and Lydia gasped air. Slam.

"You're going to cum from this, aren't you whore?" Jennifer pulled out again. Then slammed back into Lydia, the lips of her pussy engorged.

"Tell me, you whore. Tell me you want this so you can cum. I know how hot you are. I know how much you want it. So tell me."

Lydia shook her head, again refusing to give in. My cock jerked and spurted a bit of pre-cum from the excitement of tearing deep into Lydia. I wanted to shove my cock down her throat, but watching her face was much more exciting.

"Listen," I said to her. She turned to me, eyes open, pleading. "My partner is going to rip your pussy apart one way or the other. She's offering you a gift – to let you cum. It would be impolite to refuse, and we don't like rudeness. So just tell her what we all know you want anyway."

Fresh tears poured down her face. She sobbed, her head slowly shaking back and forth.

"No, please, don't. I can't take anymore."

"I know," I agreed. "But that doesn't matter. So tell us what you want."

"I...I...no, please, no more."

I twisted her breast and she gasped. "Tell us."

Another sob. "I want...I want more." She turned her face to Jennifer. "Make me cum, please."

"Please, what?"

"Please...sir. Please, sir, make me cum."

"I'll make you cum, slut. But I want to hear you say it."

And with that Jennifer started thrusting in and out again. Lydia grunted under the assault, still struggling but obviously getting off on it. I slid my hand between them to her clit, playing with the nub as she groaned.

"Tell me, bitch," Jennifer growled as she slammed herself down into Lydia's cunt.

"Sorry, sir...oh gods...fuck me, please sir. Uhgh. Ooooh. I'm getting there, sir. Fuck me sir, fuck me!"

Jennifer stopped, almost fully pulled out. I stopped my hand. Lydia cried out in frustration, "Please, sir. Fuck me. Rape me. Please, sir!"

Jennifer smashed back down and I went to work on Lydia's clit again. Lydia kept up her begging, in between grunts as the dildo shoved into her.

"Fuck me, sir. Ooof! Please, I'm just a slut. Aaargh! Yes, I'm getting there, sir. Uhf! I'm getting there!

Jennifer slammed into her with even more force as she pushed Lydia closer to climax. Lydia's legs bounced every time Jennifer thrust into her. Her body was shaking and her head was flying back and forth as her orgasm built.

"Yes. Do it! Gods! Ouch! Fuck me...fuck me sir...now sir...now...now! Aieeeee!" She screamed as her legs flew around Jennifer, wrapping around her and pulling her down hard. I felt her cunt spasm and thrust against my hand as her pelvis involuntarily jerked again and again.

Finally she collapsed into a sweaty heap, Jennifer still inside her, her body twitching. I pulled my aching hand out from between them. Jennifer pulled out with an audible "plop!" and rolled onto her back, sweaty and breathing heavily.

"Fuck, that was good pussy." She smacked Lydia's thigh with satisfaction and said, "I'm all finished with it."

Lydia relaxed a bit, thinking her ordeal was over. I was about to disavow her of that. I sat up next to her, looking down at her battered body. Her pussy was swollen and bruised from the abuse, glimmering with her sweat and juices.

"Well I'm not!" I said, twirling a finger through her outer lips and then pushing into her. She moaned as I manipulated her ill-treated flesh. I took hold of one outer lip, pinching it between two fingers and twisted. She gasped and her eyes popped open.

"Nooo. No more, I can't take anymore."

I sighed loudly, "We heard that one already." I twisted her pussy lip hard and she cried out. "When are you going to learn that you're just our slut?"

Resigned, she spread her legs and closed her eyes, waiting for me to get it over with.

She didn't realize she wasn't getting off so easily until I pushed a finger into her ass. That got a reaction. Her eyes popped open and she pulled off of my finger.

"No way! You are not fucking my ass. No fucking way!" She slammed her legs together and bent them away from me.

I had to admire her fight. I looked over at Jennifer, who was watching with interest, a small smile on her face. All three of us knew Lydia was not going to prevail. She was just making it worse for herself, and better for us. She was living out her darkest desires – fight tooth and nail only to have the fight pounded out of her.

"Oh, come on," I sighed. I grabbed her knee and rolled her back over to me. Then I wedged my hand between her legs and leveraged them apart. With her hands tied and the abuse she had taken, there was no chance. Still, she struggled. That is, until I ground my hand hard into her pussy.

"Aaarggh!" she cried out as I twisted the tender flesh. She stopped struggling long enough for me to stick my finger back into her ass. I felt her tense up against the invasion, but she didn't try to pull off again.

"That's a good girl," I told her, easing up on her cunt and pulling my finger out of her. "I don't want you tied down. I think the fight's mostly out of you."

I untied her hands and brought her arms back down to her sides. She groaned at the stiff muscles. I flipped her onto her stomach and bent her knees under her so her ass was sticking up. Letting go of her, I grabbed a nearby bottle of lube and slathered it onto a finger, which I pushed back into her ass. She was incredibly tight, and her tensing up made it worse for her.

I could barely force a second finger in, and Lydia grunted heavily as I pushed into her. Her body was strained and sweaty. Her breath was coming in gasps again, and tears were pouring out of her clothed eyelids. I slowly stretched her ass to accommodate the fingers as best I could, moving them in and out. I could feel the muscles spasming, and her cunt twitched along with her ass. With each breath, a small gasp came out of her as she strained to take my fingers. Jennifer was stroking her gently as well as playing with herself. She was getting off on watching me force myself into Lydia's ass.

After a few minutes, I eased my hand out of her. Her strain eased as I withdrew. My hand hurt from the crush of her tight ass. Suddenly, she scooted around, her hands around my waist, her face in my crotch.

"Please don't fuck my ass. Nobody's done that to me. You'll kill me. Please." She kissed my cock. "I'll suck you off. Please don't hurt me anymore." Her soft mouth went down on my cock, enveloping it in wet heat. She sucked hard and pleasure shot through me. Her tongue slid up and down the underside of my shaft and she sucked hard, trying to get me to cum.

I wasn't having any of it. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down on my cock. She cried out around me and gagged as I shoved myself down her throat. I held her down, listening to her struggle for breath through her nose. Then pulled her up by her hair and shoved her back down again. Held her down as she still tried to suck me off. Finally I pulled her off me by her hair and threw her back down.

"Shit," Jennifer laughed, "Sometimes it takes a real woman."

She maneuvered herself behind the prone woman's head, and then pulled her up by her arms so that Lydia's head rested just above the larger woman's pelvis. Jennifer then laid her legs over Lydia's arms so they couldn't move. This stretched Lydia's already aching arms uncomfortably.

Lydia was still trying to beg as I stuck the bottle of lube into her ass. She turned her face up to Lydia, voice like a little girl.

"Please, don't let him do this to me. Please, I'll give you whatever you want. Don't let him hurt me. Please. Ugh!" She moaned as I squeezed the bottle and slippery lube was shot into her.

I pushed her legs apart, but she was in no position to struggle. I rubbed my cock over her battered pussy and squirted lube on it. Then positioned the head at the pucker of her ass. She drew a shivered breath and her asshole fluttered.

"No. Don't let him hurt me. Don't let him...Aaaiiiiiiieee!" a scream as I shoved into her. The head of my cock had pushed past the opening, but she was too tight for a smooth entrance.

"Ooooowww! It hurts! It hurts! Stop, oh please...stop. Stop...Aaargghh!" Another cry as I pushed harder again, watching another few inches of my cock disappear into her ass.

I pushed again, past the halfway mark. Lydia was screaming in pain, trying to twist away from us. I shoved again.

"It burns! You're tearing me apart! Stop it. Stop! Get it out of me! Aaaaahhhhh!" a final cry as I pushed to the hilt, my cock buried all the way in Lydia's ass. I could feel her squeezing and jerking around me, trying to push me out. I ground myself against her, forcing the tight ass to stretch around my penis.

Lydia was babbling at this point, in between shuddering sobs. "Oh gods...I can't...oh fuck...please stop...you're ripping me apart...fuck it...fuck it...can't...please."

I drew out slowly, almost to the head of my cock, and then shoved back all the way down. I groaned as my cock was squeezed in her tight depth.

"Aaaaaaaahhh!! It hurts it hurts it hurts!"

I held her down, allowing the spasming muscles around my cock to quiet. I stretched up to Jennifer and kissed her, bending Lydia between us. She ran her hands down my back. I withdrew my cock and Jennifer suddenly tore her nails up my back, scratching me deep. I howled and took it out on Lydia, plunging back into her bowels with force. A wheeze out of her as she was fucked beyond words.

Jennifer then running her hands over Lydia's breasts and belly, twisting, pinching, scratching. I withdrew and pushed back down. Started moving in and out, pushing through the resistance of her ass. Lydia was grunting with each plunge, sucking breath in with each withdrawal. No longer able to scream. Just getting fucked.

One of Jennifer's hands found it's way to Lydia's cunt, and she started playing along the lips, which were still swollen from abuse and lust. Twirled around her clit, and started jerking her off as I fucked her ass. We were going to tear one final orgasm out of her.

Lydia found her words, "No, not again. Please. Don't do this to me I can't take it."

Jennifer growled and twisted one of Lydia's nipples. "Stop begging us to stop. You know you need this, you slut."

It was getting easier to fuck Lydia as her ass stretched around my invading cock. I pushed harder and faster as I felt my balls tighten with my own orgasm. I pushed her legs back so her knees were touching her chest and her feet were almost level with her ears. Crushed between Jennifer and me, she was bent almost in half, forced to watch as I ravaged her ass and as Jennifer finger fucked her. We were bringing her to an orgasm of pain and humiliation. How better to take all semblance of control away from her and give her what she most wanted?

"Slut, I am going to fucking shoot my load deep in your ass. You're going to taste my cum I'm so deep into you."

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears spilling out. I yanked her hair to open her eyes.

"You look while I cum in you. I want you to see exactly what kind of a fucking excuse for a slut you are. So you watch yourself while we make you cum."

Her eyes were glazed with fear and excitement, and she started moaning in sync with my thrusts. She was still in pain, but it was becoming more than that. We had pushed her past the pain into something else – a place that was pure desire.

I was pushing into her ass again and again, Jennifer's hand running over her clit and deep into her cunt, then back out again. Lydia's breathing getting heavier and heavier, her body starting to tense up, the stomach muscles pulling.

My own orgasm was building, and the tight clamp of Lydia's ass was intensifying it. I was starting to moan along with her as we moved together towards release.

Suddenly Lydia went stiff, her upper body jerked away from Jennifer's lap, a look of absolute agony twisting her face. Her legs slammed down and then hard into my sides, and her cunt clamped and jerked around Jennifer's deeply embedded fingers. I slammed once more all the way into her ass as the spasms of her orgasm crushed my cock.

That threw me over, and I felt my cock explode. I bellowed as I pounded into her ass, my cock shooting and jerking for what felt like hours. Finally, I ground myself into her, letting her legs fall to either side. I could see and feel her rhythmic jerking in the aftermath of orgasm, accompanied by sobbing.

In a few moments, Lydia's jerking calmed, and she sank into the mattress, legs spread wide. Her cunt was swollen and open, cum continuing to leak down, between her legs and onto my cock that was still stuffed deep in her tortured ass.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her and she moaned as I withdrew. Jennifer had freed Lydia's arms and was now gently rubbing them. Lydia's eyes were closed and she was sucking breath in rhythmic sobs. Jennifer and I soothed Lydia for a few moments.

"Hold onto her while I go up and run the bath."

I slid behind Lydia and pulled her against me, my arms around her protectively. Jennifer quietly went upstairs to my apartment. Lydia hiccupped with crying, her arms crossed in front of her, holding herself as she wept. She slowly relaxed into my embrace and then burst into new tears. I rocked her back and forth.

After a few minutes, she ran her hands down her battered body, feeling for damage, eyes still closed. A hiss as she touched her breasts. Another, as she cupped her shaved mound, holding it gently. Then she moved tentatively to her violated ass and groaned.

"Shhhh," I whispered, trying to comfort her. She collapsed into me, allowing me to hold her weight, rocking her.

I heard a "come on up" from above and gathered Lydia into my arms. I held her close, her arms around my neck and her eyes still closed as I walked her up the stairs to my apartment. In the bathroom, Jennifer was already in a tub of hot water. Slowly, I lowered Lydia into it. She gasped as the hot water touched her battered and abused body. She would have bruises for days.

Jennifer gathered Lydia in her arms, letting her relax slowly against her in the tub. Slowly, the hot water began to soothe Lydia's aches and the twitches and tight muscles smoothed. She sighed as Jennifer kissed her on the top of the head and I (gently this time), washed her tear- and sweat-stained face.

Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. She reached up, pulled my face to her and kissed me on the lips. Then let me go and looked up at Jennifer, pulled her face down and kissed her as well. When she spoke, her voice cracked from screaming, "Jen, now I really know what you meant when you said you felt free." Her eyes flitted to my face. "I can't wait until all three of us can share this feeling. I love you two so much."

Her eyes closed again and she sank further against Jennifer, sighing, her face relaxing and her breath slowing. Looking more and more peaceful and the warmth of the water and our love embraced her, easing the ache and the fear. Jennifer and I had forced her to face her greatest fear and desire. Now that she had, she was stronger and more truly herself.

I was envious. Even after everything we put her through to get there. I was envious. As we sat there, coming down off of the experience, I couldn't help wondering – with a touch of impatience – how long until it would be my turn.