Northwest Hunters: The End of Evil
Sadly she made her way downstairs and began to fold some laundry. She was still working in the laundry room when she heard Bob come in through the back door into the basement. He was speaking in a firm quiet voice and she knew Donna had to be with him, too. Junie continued to busy herself, cleaning the already spotless room, unable to face them. Finally she heard Bob’s steps as he went into her room and then he called her name, his voice impatient.
Taking a deep breath she stepped out of the laundry room, “Yes?” Bob was standing over Donna as she knelt in the center of the room. Junie immediately noticed that Donna was wearing a blindfold and had her hands tied behind her back.
“So that’s where you have been hiding yourself.” His voice was soft and amused. Junie told herself that he was just joking, that it had been just a figure of speech.
“Yes, Sir, got me a good hiding spot behind the dryer, nice and warm back there.”
“Well get your ass out here.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Junie moved quickly to stand before him and clasped her hands behind her back. She stared at the floor uncertain as to what he wanted. His hand stroked her face and she closed her eyes and felt a quiver of resistance, the tiniest little impulse to pull away. Forcing herself to smile, she turned her face toward his hand and gently kissed his fingers.
“Your Mistress seems to have been having some fun shopping in the sex toy store. Did she show you all her purchases?”
“No, Sir, I only saw the two vibrators. We used them when we played our game.” Junie found her eyes staring down at the form of Donna kneeling perfectly still on the floor, her face calm and expressionless behind the mask hiding her eyes.
“Yes, she told me of the game. You two sounded like you had fun. She was very impressed with your stamina. How convenient for you both that there was no winner or loser. But you denied me the fun of figuring out a reward for the winner. I do not know if I am satisfied with that. Perhaps we should play a final round to see who will win.” Bob stepped away and pulled the familiar bag that had come from the store out of the toy box. “Your Mistress surprised me. She rarely splurges like this.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a box and opening it, held up a double ended dildo. “Though I can see what attracted her to this.”
Bob reached down and took Donna’s elbow, “Come, my goddess. We will have one more competition, but I think I will change the rules.” He steadied her as she stood and then led her towards Junie’s bedroom. Looking back over his shoulder, he called back, “Junie, don’t just stand there. Get your ass in gear.”
Bob arranged them on the bed, Donna with her head near the headboard and Junie with her head almost hanging off over the foot. Taking some ropes he tied their hands to the corners of the bed and then, tipping each of them slightly on their sides, brought their legs in around each other’s bodies in a scissor shape, their crotches close together. Junie could feel the cool moist lubricant as he slipped the dildo into her and then urged her closer until she could feel the touch of Donna’s warm flesh pressing against hers.
“So here are the new rules. Instead of who can last the longest without coming, the winner will be who comes first. Donna is not speaking, but has permission to vocalize her pleasure. Winner gets to come, loser must suffer without. Start anytime you feel like it.”
Junie felt Donna’s hips begin to surge and rock, grinding against her. Junie found her movements stiff and jerky, her body obeying but her heart not in it. She squeezed her eyes shut, meeting and matching Donna’s movements, deliberately pressing down on Donna’s cunt with her thigh, urging her toward her orgasm. Soon Donna was making soft moaning sounds and Junie matched them, making soft little encouraging grunts, whispering, “Yes, that’s good.” Donna’s sounds and movements were compelling and Junie could feel herself warming, the tension building in her own body, but she knew that she was not going to win; she had no intention of winning.
When Donna cried out, her hips snapping and jerking with her climax, Junie felt a wave of relief. Somehow she knew that coming very easily could have washed away the fragile wall she had built around her pain. And, while she was not sure exactly why she was feeling this way, she did not want to reveal it to her Master.
Junie could feel her body trembling with its need for release, but she had felt worse many times before. In many ways the soft continual ache of lust was very pleasant. When Bob pulled the dildo from her swollen folds she pressed her legs together savoring the empty feeling in her cunt that so matched the hole in her heart.
Junie realized she had not even opened her eyes when he spoke again, “Well, the clear winner is Donna. And, Junie, you will have to contend with your need a while longer. I will decide how much longer at a later time, certainly not tonight.” Forcing her face to look sad, keeping her treacherous eyes closed tight to hide her true feelings, Junie let a tiny rebellious wave of joy well up through her. All she knew was she was glad that she had not come and for right now did not want to come ever again.
The rest of the night Junie found herself obediently, even enthusiastically assisting her Master as he made love to Donna. She found herself lying under her Mistress as she was on her hands and knees, licking at her cunt, while her Master took her from behind. Her tongue caressing them both at the junction of their union, her spirit rejoicing as she felt her Mistress convulsing in pleasure with each touch.
Somehow it felt safe and easy to give pleasure, her mind happy and clear in her task, her body in control of itself. She eagerly cleaned them both with her mouth and then bathed them with a basin of warm water and a cloth, leaving loving kisses on the freshly cleaned flesh as was always her habit, telling herself that everything was going to be okay.
She lay in the bed still and quiet beside Bob, listening to his breathing. Donna was sleeping at the foot of the bed on the floor. Very quietly she would turn her head and look at the time on the clock, playing an idle game of trying to see how many minutes had passed since the last time she had looked. She had given up trying to sleep hours ago. Her mind was a spinning blur of confusion. What was it she was afraid of losing? Was it attention, safety, love? Somehow it felt like all those things and something more. It was the something more that had her twisting. If she could just figure that out then maybe she could sleep.
The only way Junie knew she had slept was the fading echoes of a dream; forgotten the instant she tried to remember. All that remained was a restless sense of dissatisfaction, like she had been trying to say something or do something and was frustrated.
What woke her was the familiar sensation of her Master’s hand idly playing with her breast, his fingers toying with her nipple. A deep quiver of need shook through her, her body insistently reminding her it needed satisfaction. It had been days and Junie was keenly aware that since coming to live with her Master and Mistress she had become very accustomed to a rich sexual diet.
Taking a deep breath she ignored the ache and throb that started in her cunt, but reached up through her gut and lodged in her throat, an aching lump of unshed tears. Forcing herself to retreat into routine, she twisted in her Master’s arms and kissed him gently. Soundlessly she mouthed the words, “Good morning,” and slipped from the bed to start her day.
The form of her Mistress sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed, made Junie’s feet falter and pause. Donna was curled in a tiny ball with her blindfold still firmly in place. Still deeply asleep, her face was relaxed and Junie thought she looked peaceful and happy. A wave of guilt for feeling so needy and resentful made Junie’s lips turn down. Junie pushed herself toward the bathroom.
As she washed her face and combed her hair, Junie realized she was waiting. Always before, her Master had been close on her heels, joining her in her morning routine. But this time he did not come into the bathroom with her.
When she returned to her room he was dressed and was pulling Donna to her feet. He looked up at Junie, “Good, go ahead and make coffee and then deal with the dogs. Take them for their walk and then brush them. We should be back in time for breakfast.”
Junie looked down at her nude body, “Um, Sir, you said yesterday that I should stay naked. Is that your wish for me today as well?” Her voice sounded stiff and formal in her ears.
Bob frowned, still staring at Donna, apparently lost in thought, “Whatever, I don’t care.” He paused and looked up at Junie, “Just get dressed.” Gripping Donna’s arm firmly he urged her along in front of him as he walked away.
Junie stood swaying in shock, her mouth open and gasping. His words ‘I don’t care’ ricocheted around inside her head, each echo crushing and bruising her until she fell to her knees, her arms wrapped around her body, desperately trying to hold the pieces of her broken heart together.
Junie blindly, mechanically went through the motions of her morning, her mind and heart numb. Even the gentle touch and warmth of the dogs could not penetrate the dull ache that seemed to fill her. Her whole body felt heavy, her stomach was cramping, and even the flesh of her loins felt heavy and leaden.
Bob kept Donna at his side every second of the day. It seemed like all his attention was absorbed with her. Throughout the day Bob focused his attention on Donna, alternately punishing her and teasing her. Over and over Junie found herself pausing, staring in envy and resentment and then averting her eyes in guilt at some vision of extreme submission. It seemed like the images were seared into Junie’s memory. Donna tied in a contorted knot, a vibrator making her squirm and groan. Donna spread-eagled and screaming as Bob scourged her with a cane. And somehow most difficult of all, Donna still and unreachable, swaying in fatigue, bound, blindfolded, her ears covered with the headphones, kneeling statue still at their Master’s feet.
Junie threw herself into her duties, filling her day with the house, the dogs and the garden. Carefully hiding her face as much as possible, finding some urgent chore always as far away as possible, Junie worked on the walls around her pain, telling herself that she had no right to feel the way she did, that she was being childish, that she just had to suck it up.
It was late afternoon when she discovered she had started her period. Blinking her eyes in disbelief she looked at the bloody stain on the toilet paper. This was the last thing she needed now. Her menstrual cycle had become increasingly erratic and unpredictable lately. She knew it was a natural part of getting older, but she had missed the last couple of months and, with all the excitement, she had somehow forgotten it could happen at all.
Even worse was the fact that she did not have any tampons in the house. Knowing that she needed to tell Bob that she was leaving to run an errand into town, Junie looked all over the house and the garage. Neither Bob nor Donna were anywhere to be found, and noticing that the dogs were nowhere to be seen, Junie realized that they had to be on a walk in the woods.
Suddenly impatient and frustrated with her inability to find them, Junie wrote a quick note, ‘I looked all over for you, but I could not find you to ask. I need to run to town to pick up a few things. Be home soon. Love, Junie.’ She left the note on the table and grabbing a list of a few other things they were running low on, she grabbed her keys and billfold and hurried out to her car.
Junie stopped by the local drug store and picked up a big package of her favorite tampons and some panty-liners. There was no predicting how heavy or how long this period would last. As she was in the drug store, she had a fleeting thought, wondering if some of her unstable feelings were from a shift in her hormones. She never had had much trouble with PMS in the past, but with the stress of the trip to Portland and the pending trial, maybe this was all just something that would pass as her cycle wound around.
Stopping by the co-op grocery she stocked up on a few things that they were running low on, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, ginger root and high gluten flour. On impulse she picked up a big chunk of bulk dark chocolate.
She stopped by the department store and browsed through the DVD section, looking for some of her old favorite movies that she had been missing. There was one children’s animated movie she had always watched when she was feeling down that could always make tears come to her eyes. She smiled sadly at the familiar cover, thinking back to all the times she had watched this movie, singing along with the songs, speaking the dialog along with the characters on the screen.
Junie wasn’t exactly conscious that she was drawing out this visit to town, letting the time slip away. All she knew was that she felt a curious reluctance to return home. As she drove past Mary’s sewing shop she could not resist stopping by to say hello, after all she had broken a sewing machine needle last week and had used her last one to replace it. When Junie walked in Mary looked up and smiled, “Junie, how have you been?”
“Oh just fine, it’s been a busy summer with the garden and puppies. I really have not had time for much sewing, but I did get my corset done. I should have remembered to bring it in to show you.”
Mary laughed, “Maybe I should have you make me one.” Then a shadow fell over her face, “There is no hurry on that though, they have extended Stan’s duty, again.” Junie knew that Stan was Mary’s husband and he was in a National Guard unit deployed in the Middle East.
“Oh, honey, I am so sorry. I knew how much you were looking forward to his coming home.”
Mary’s face crumpled for a second and then she forced herself to smile. “He thinks he might be able to come home on leave around Christmas.” Her voice bright and brittle, “It would be a nice present for Miranda to see her Daddy. All she has is pictures.” Again Mary’s face trembled.
Junie could not resist gathering the young woman into her arms. “Goodness, girl, you should have called me. Facing this all alone, you don’t have to put on a brave face for me.”
Mary sagged in Junie’s arms and between soft little sobs, poured out her heart. “It’s so hard. Every day I wonder if he will come home at all. I worry he will get killed or just forget about us. I know it’s crazy, but I still have doubts. He’s just so far away and it’s been so long.”
Junie held the crying girl until she had no more tears and then helped her close up the shop. “You are just down because you expected him sooner. He has not forgotten you. He writes and calls. Having a good cry, now and then, does not hurt anything. When you get home write him a nice letter. Have Miranda color him a picture.”
Mary smiled and wiped her eyes, “Thanks, I know you are right. I just don’t have anyone much to talk to about these things. I have been carrying this around inside myself for a long time. My family pretty much refuses to talk to me about Stan. They were all modern and,” Mary held her fingers up and made exaggerated quote marks with her fingers, “politically correct. That is until I fell in love with and married a black man and then all of a sudden they were all… ‘Are you sure this is a good idea? Are you sure this isn’t a mistake? Are you sure that he is really responsible enough?” Mary gave a bitter laugh, “I asked them if they were sure if he wasn’t white enough? They were really offended that I would suggest such a thing, but now, when I feel down, I can’t really turn to them. They act like Miranda does not even exist. My Dad won’t even look at her.”
As they hugged good bye and promised to talk more often, Junie was becoming uncomfortably aware that she had spent much longer in town than she had planned. When she reached into her purse to call she grimaced, her cell was on its charger in her sewing room. “Damn it.”
The sun was almost down when she pulled into the yard. When she walked into the house with her purchases in her arms, Bob and Donna were both sitting at the table. Donna was still nude, but the blindfold was gone and she was sitting at her place at the table. Junie could see her cell phone sitting on the table next to the note she had left. Bob looked up, his eyes dark and angry. “Be home soon? Where the hell have you been?”
Junie blanched and shrank back, “I just needed some things. I got a little side tracked. I stopped by Mary’s and she was feeling really down and needed a shoulder to cry on.” She was speaking as quickly as possible and shifting nervously on her feet, clutching the bags in her hands. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was going to be gone this long.”
Donna’s voice was hoarse and tired, “Both your Master and I were very disturbed at your unexpected absence.”
A flare of anger shook through Junie, “I tried to find you. I looked all over. You were gone god knows where. What was I supposed to do? You were gone!” Suddenly aware that she was yelling, Junie gasped in horror and dropping the bags, bolted for her room.
Junie was on her knees in the corner of her room sobbing when she heard her Mistress’s voice, “That was interesting.”
Junie huddled into a smaller ball, pressing herself into the corner, and choked out, “I’m sorry.”
Bob’s voice was sharp and impatient, “You keep saying that, ‘sorry’. I am tired of hearing that. I asked you a question. Where the hell were you?”
Junie’s voice was muffled and soft, “Drugstore, Co-op, department store, and Mary’s.”
Bob’s voice cracked, “God damn it! Get the fuck out of that corner and look me in the eye!”
Junie flinched and scrambled to kneel at his feet, but could not bring herself to look up at him. She stared miserably at his feet as he paced back and forth across her room. His voice was tense and angry, “Your little escapade interrupted your Mistress’s time with me at a very sensitive point of her journey. Your absence was an unnecessary distraction and may very well have stolen from her the peace and balance she was seeking.”
Again Junie was shaken by a wave of anger. Her eyes flashed up at his face and her mouth opened and then snapped shut. Just as quickly her eyes slipped away from his face and fell to his feet once more.
Bob’s hand in her hair jerked her head around, forcing her face up, “What the fuck was that? I told you to look me in the eye, bitch.” Junie found her eyes locked on his steely blue gaze. “That’s better. You know that look you just gave me was the first honest thing you have given me since you have gotten home from Portland.”
If he had not had a firm grip in her hair, Junie would have twisted away. Blinking, she tried to shake her head, denying what she knew was true, “No…”
Bob gave her an impatient shake, “The truth, Junie, you know I won’t accept anything but the truth. What was it you were going to say?”
Junie’s mouth opened and shut, trying to form words, if there were words to describe these feelings. “I don’t know. I just hate this. It feels like I am losing something… something I can’t survive without. Every time I look at Donna it feels like someone is ripping my guts out. I don’t even know exactly why, but I have felt abandoned and alone all day.”
Bob shook his head, puzzled and irritated, “I told you this was just for a while. I told you that you needed to come to me for guidance.”
Junie convulsed and tried to pull away, her voice was a despairing wail, “I tried, but you were always busy. You… you… you said you didn’t care.”
Bob let go of her hair and Junie fell to the floor sobbing. “I never said any such thing.”
Donna’s voice was cool and soft, “Actually, honey, you did say that. First thing this morning, Junie asked you if she should dress and you said ‘I don’t care’.”
Bob paused and then defended himself, “I was just talking about the fucking clothes.”
Donna sighed and nodded, “Of course, you knew that… even I knew that… but our girl is going through something right now and is feeling very vulnerable.” Donna frowned and rubbed her face, “It was selfish of me to do this now, obviously Junie is a lot more fragile from our trip to Portland than I realized.”
Junie jerked as if struck, a fresh wave of sobs shook her. Then she stiffened as a tide of hot wetness flowed from her womb, saturating her panties. Instinctively as she reached down to cup her hand between her legs; she could feel the dampness soaking through. Junie lifted her hand and looked at the blood smeared there, “Fuck!”
Donna’s voice was soft and surprised, “Are you all right?”
Scrambling to her feet Junie darted into the bathroom, her voice was embarrassed, “It’s just my period. I overflowed my tampon.”
Donna followed her into the bathroom, “I had almost forgotten about this. Do you think this may have anything to do with your mood?”
Junie stripped off her shorts and panties and was sitting on the toilet, wiping at herself, “I don’t know, maybe. The whole thing has been so unpredictable lately.” Junie muttered in frustration, “Crap, I forgot my tampons are still upstairs in those bags. I swear my head is made of Swiss cheese. I will be right back.” Holding the washcloth between her legs, she started to go upstairs.
Donna held up her hand, “No, just wait here. I will get them.”
As Donna handed her the box, Junie felt something ease and loosen inside her. She looked up in gratitude, “Thanks, Ma’am.” Her voice trembled and broke, “I really am sorry. You weren’t the selfish one. It was me. All I knew was it felt like you were going away and I could not bear it.”
Bob’s voice came from the doorway, “Okay, you two, testosterone coming in.”
Junie could not help giggling, “Yes, Sir. Come on in, but be careful the estrogen is pretty deep in here.”
Bob looked curiously toward Junie, “So you are having your period?”
“Yes, Sir, that’s the main reason I needed to go to town. I didn’t have any tampons.”
“Is there anything I need to know?”
“About my period?”
Bob laughed, “Well, for now… yes, about your period.”
“Um, I guess not. I… um… guess it shouldn’t interfere too much with anything… um… that you want from me. But it is hard to predict, my flow is pretty heavy right now. If you want to have sex, it would be pretty messy.”
Bob shrugged, “It’s been quite a while since either Donna or I had to deal with this. Go ahead and finish what you need to do to clean up. And then come on out to the basement.” He looked at Donna, “Come with me now. I am far from finished with you.”
When Junie came out to the basement, Bob looked up from where he was tying Donna to the St. Andrew’s cross, “Junie, go make us a tray of sandwiches and a big pitcher of your good iced tea. Bring them down here. Be sure and bring a straw for Donna’s glass.”
The tray was piled high with fresh tomato and savory cream cheese sandwiches and Junie made a tall pitcher of fresh raspberry iced tea. Junie carefully negotiated the stairs and brought them down to the basement. Bob looked up and smiled as he was putting a light flogger away, “That looks perfect, Junie.” Donna was stretched tightly on the cross and her blindfold was back in place. June could see that her skin was glowing pink in many places.
Bob grabbed a half of a sandwich and took a massive bite. He saluted her, “Perfect choice as usual, Junie.” He looked over at Donna’s form on the cross, “Before you eat, I want you to feed your Mistress. She is not allowed to speak. She has not had a lot to eat today and I want her to eat a whole sandwich and to drink a whole glass of iced tea.” He grabbed a second sandwich and mumbled around a mouthful of food, “Go ahead and get started. I will be back soon.” and headed out the back door.
Junie basked in his praise, thrilled to feel included and valued. “Oh yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.” Junie carefully held a sandwich to Donna’s lips and whispered, “Bite,” and watched in tender fascination as the perfect white teeth sank into the whole wheat bread and then chewed and swallowed. Junie stared at the subtle movements of Donna’s throat muscles as she sucked at the straw, drinking down the glass of tea. She found she was opening her own lips when she held the sandwich to Donna’s mouth, sharing the gentle intimate moment of totally caring for her Mistress.
When the sandwich and tea were gone, Junie could not resist leaning close and softly kissing away a tiny smear of cream cheese.
Junie quickly ate her sandwich and set the tray to one side. She did not have long to wait when Bob returned. He was carrying a long wide piece of wood, about two feet wide and six feet long, “Help me with this, girl. I expect you to be both assistant and victim tonight,” He arched a brow and laughed, “double duty for you tonight, girl.” Junie giggled in delight.
After the big board was carried in, Bob looked at Junie and winked, “You are way overdressed, girl. Go strip and put a clean tampon thingy up your cunt. You are going to be pretty busy for a while and I don’t want to be interrupted.”
Junie was back in just a few short minutes, self-consciously tucking up the telltale string up out of sight. Donna was standing in the middle of the room, untied but still blindfolded. Bob beckoned Junie over to stand close to Donna and slipped a blindfold over her eyes as well.
Bob pressed a bottle into Junie’s hands, “I want you two to spread this lotion onto each other. Don’t miss a square inch of skin, which means cunts and asses as well. Rub it in good.”
Junie groped out and, finding Donna with her hands, she poured some of the lotion into Donna’s hand. And then she carefully poured some into her own hand. It was a little clumsy but very sensual, exploring her Mistress’s body with her hands, massaging in the tingling menthol and mint scented cream into her Donna’s skin. Running her hands the length of her Mistress’s body, feeling the contrast of the coolness of the lotion and the warmth of the skin and hands touching her, soon Junie found herself pressing the length of her body against Donna, sighing and murmuring as her body reasserted its demands. It had been so long.
Junie was so focused on the sensations of the tingling lotion, the touch of the body under her hands, and the hands touching her, the strong familiar scent of eucalyptus and mint filling her nostrils that the sound of Bob’s voice was almost alien. “Okay, that’s good. I want you both to take off your blindfolds and look at what we are going to be doing here.”
The light in the basement seemed blinding at first. Junie blinked and looked around. The board was tipped up with a low board underneath it. Bob waved his hand at them, pointing to the board, “It seems lately Donna has been seeking balance and, Junie, you have been tugging at her, your fears repeatedly pulling her off kilter. Now I want you to learn to work together to find balance, literally. This is a teeter board. We will find where to put the fulcrum to best match your different weights, but it will be up to you both to learn how to work together to find your equilibrium. You will need to perfect this skill; you will be using it a lot in the future.”
Bob guided Donna to stand on one end and then held Junie’s hand as she stepped onto the other side, levering Donna’s end up, lifting her Mistress up. Bob had them step off and then tried again. It took several tries before he was satisfied and made a mark on the board. “Okay, hold each other’s hands and try to balance, and for now, no talking for you too, Junie. Do this looking into each other’s eyes. Help each other. I expect that this will be hard at first. But I won’t accept failure. You will work on this until you succeed.”
Junie gripped Donna’s hands and looked deep into her eyes, smiling in eager excitement as they struggled to balance. It was a crazy series of disasters, falling off the board over and over, it seemed like there was no way that they would ever figure this out. At first both Junie and Donna had to contend with storms of silly giggles, but soon the giddy mood faded to frustration and then a grim refusal to be defeated. Junie’s legs were trembling with fatigue from straining so hard to control the uncontrollable. She was sure that if they had been allowed to speak that Donna would have been yelling at her for her horrible clumsiness.
It was only when Junie had let it defeat her, when she had given up on trying and just surrendered to failure that magically she felt herself floating in the air, weightless and airy, seeing joy and pride gleaming in her Mistress’s tired eyes. They only held it for a few seconds, but now she knew it was possible. The next time was longer. Bob did not let them stop until they could hold it for five minutes straight.
It was quite late and Donna was swaying in exhaustion, her eyes heavy and dull. Junie looked from her to Bob uncertainly, wanting to say something, worried that Donna had little left to give. Bob looked closely at both of them, his head tipping to one side, his face thoughtful. His voice was soft, “My goddess, you are so close. If I push you further tonight I do not know if you will succeed or shatter into pieces.” He looked at Junie, “Sweet girl, it has been long since you have felt your passion. Your emotions have had you all tied in knots.” He walked around them, his hands reaching out, touching with little caresses, measuring and assessing. “I will not put you at risk, my goddess. We will continue this tomorrow. I will not accept anything less than triumph and I want you awake when you realize it. Come to bed both of you.”
Junie came from the bathroom, running her tongue over her freshly brushed teeth, a fresh clean tampon in place. Bob pulled her into his arms, urging her into the middle of the bed between him and Donna, his hands stroking and exploring. “So, how are you doing, little one? Do you still hate it?”
Junie sighed and snuggled close, “It felt really different. Having you tell me what to do, feeling included, feeling like I had something important you needed me to do, was good. I felt needed. Maybe that was what I was afraid of losing. Donna needed you and it felt like she did not need me.”
Donna lifted her head and gave Junie a reproving look and made a protesting grunt. Junie lowered her head, “I am sorry, I am not saying it was rational. That was part of the problem. I would get that feeling and I would tell myself I was being ridiculous, but it just kept getting worse instead of better. I don’t know why. Maybe it was the trip, maybe it was hormones, all I knew was I was feeling more and more upset and I was afraid to talk to Bob about it because it all felt so stupid, selfish and crazy. I just kept telling myself to suck it up and keep busy.” Junie turned to Donna, “I liked being able to help tonight. I felt like finally I could understand what you were wanting and that I could be there with you while it was happening. I loved feeding you the sandwich. I don’t know if I have ever felt closer to you than at that moment.”
Bob moved to spoon her from behind, “You and your Mistress have a definite spiritual connection. I should have realized you would not let go of her so easily after being so dependent upon her during your trip.” His lips were warm and insistent on the back of her neck. Junie could feel his cock hot and erect, nestling in the crack of her ass, sighing she pressed back against him and provocatively squeezed her cheeks together. She took a deep shuddering breath.
Donna’s voice was throaty, “You have been so patient, my little one, your need is written on your face.” She gently kissed Junie’s forehead and murmured, “Give yourself over into our hands, little one. Turn off your busy brain and let us soothe your torment, just remember we love you.” Her lips traced down Junie’s face and then took her mouth.
Junie lay on her side, running her hands across Donna’s skin, kissing her endlessly. Junie let her fingers trail down and find the soft wet heat of Donna’s cleft, teasing and stroking. She let her eyes drift shut, turning her awareness inward, letting the growing excitement lift her up, spinning and rocking weightless and boundless.
Bob held her close from behind, his hand reaching around cupping her breasts, pulling and twisting at one nipple and then the other. Junie let out soft unrestrained moans of joy and ground her hips back against his cock. When his fingers found their way to her ass, slippery with lubricant, pressing in and exploring, mindless Junie cried out softly, “Oh yes, I like that. That’s good!”
Bob laughed and spoke against the back of your neck, “So open, so eager. I love that about you.” Gripping her hip he slid deep into her depths. Junie groaned as she felt herself filled up. It all seemed to move in slow motion, the movements and sounds soft and subtle, the excitement building in tiny increments. Junie was very aware of how full she felt, all her tissues felt heavy and turgid, and her body slowly undulated and surged between her lovers. Donna’s lips moved down to her nipples and soon Junie could feel her fingers dancing and teasing at her folds. Soft eager cries seemed to pour endlessly from Junie’s lips, with each gasp of pleasure.
Bob’s voice was tense in her ear, “Let it build, Junie, hold it all inside. Soon you will find release, but savor this.” It seemed that each of his words was matched by pulses of heat and light filling her. Her hips were rotating and lunging back at him, her body craving more, demanding more.
Junie began to mutter and groan, “Yes, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me.” Her voice was hoarse and urgent.
Donna’s body was tense, grinding and fucking itself on Junie’s fingers, her lips fervent on Junie’s breasts, soft rhythmic grunts rising from deep in her chest. Bob began to pull out almost to the tip and lunge deep, slow irresistible plunges to her depths. Junie was stammering and whimpering, fighting the orgasm that pushed at her, demanding her surrender. “No, hold it… build it… wait… oh god please wait…”
When Bob’s voice rumbled in her ear, “Let it go now, Junie, give it to me.” It was like she turned inside out. Long waves of heat and pleasure exploded and surged within her and it seemed to go on and on. Junie was only dimly aware of her own cries, muffled by her Mistress’s mouth pressed to hers, and then she was spiraling up and up, her spirit flying away.
Junie woke to the soothing sensation of being bathed. Her eyelids fluttered and opened, gazing groggily at Donna’s gentle smiling face. A wave of nervous embarrassment shook her when she felt her Mistress tugging the tampon out and began to protest, “No, don’t, I can do that.”
“Hush, little one, let me take care of you.” Junie was too tired to resist. Even when she became aware of her Master’s curious face watching closely, she passively let her Mistress insert a clean tampon and then rolled over and obediently went to sleep.
