Mercy Me - Chapter 10 – Part 2 of 2

Mercy Me

By Karen Singer

Chapter 10 – Part 2 of 2

Suzi’s balls were aching something fierce.  So was his back.  The leg binder she had stuck on him that kept his knees apart was heavy, and for some reason it was starting to hurt his back now.  But more than wanting to get the binder off his legs, he wanted to get his sexual frustrations off even more.  Every time she came near him, she kept wrapping those big arms of hers around him and massaging him to the brink of orgasm, before leaving him stranded and walking away.  He looked down and noticed a few drips of his cum that were spotting the damn leg binder.  He had wiped the darn thing off four times already and now it was spotted again.

And he wasn’t alone.  He had seen the stupid twerp in the diaper, Betsy, getting much the same treatment, only he didn’t get it very often at all.  He had quickly figured out that Betsy was only getting that treatment for wetting himself.  Right now, his dumb diaper was sagging horribly.  The last thing Suzi wanted to see was for all that disgusting pee to leak all over anything that had already been cleaned, which was now most of the house.

And then there was Fido.  She had been keeping him on all fours like a dog all afternoon since he had finished outside with the hedges.  And since then, he had only heard Fido bark like a dog and nothing else.  And worse, right now Fido was lying on the floor of her exercise room, chewing on a purple toy monkey, a dog toy, while the damn woman was lifting weights.  The one thing he hadn’t seen though was the damn woman giving Fido the same kind of cock treatments with her hands as she was giving Betsy and him.  Maybe because she was trying to treat him like a stupid dog.  Stupid dog is right.  Anyone who willingly wanted to be treated like shit by that damn woman was totally stupid.  He couldn’t wait to get out of there and get home, where he was now considering putting his house up for sale and moving.

Mercy set the dumbbell weight back on the rack.  Fido was still chewing on his dog toy like a dog.  She had told him to follow her wherever she went from now on and to bring his toy.  And he was doing it, and dare she think it, behaving rather…canine.  She reached down and pet his head.  “Good boy,” she crooned.  She stood straight and left the exercise room.  It was time to check on the other two.  She heard Fido getting up to follow her.

Suzi was still ironing his clothes.  There were piles of ironed things on the bed in the guest bedroom.  “How’s it going?” she asked.

“This is my last shirt,” Ben told her.  “After this, I’m done and Betsy can iron your things…if you want him to.  Since my things are finished, can I please go home now?” he asked rather insistently.

Mercy smiled.  “When I come back,” she replied, “I want to talk with you for a few minutes first.”  She walked on down the hallway.

Ben was surprised, it was the first time in a long while that she had talked to him…and had paid no attention to his aching cock at all.  He wasn’t sure if he was glad or not.  But it sounded like maybe…hopefully…she would be letting him go soon.  He prayed it would be so.

Mercy continued down the hallway and found Betsy in the kitchen on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor.  “You know I’ve got a mop for that,” Mercy told him.

Michael rolled his eyes.  “Suzi…” he said rather sarcastically, “decided that a mop doesn’t work well enough and that your floor is too filthy for it anyway.  Mistress,” he said quickly.  “Do I have to do whatever he says?”

“For now, Betsy.  For now.  I want you to learn everything he knows about housekeeping.  And I have to say one thing so far, you’re definitely learning.  Stay there,” she ordered as she reached down to feel his diaper again.  She could see it was sagging pretty horribly and that it wouldn’t last much longer.

“Suzi is only making me stay here on the floor because he’s afraid that I might start leaking somewhere where I’ve already cleaned.”

Mercy laughed.  Her hands went down to feel his soaked diaper, but more than feeling that diaper, she used it to stimulate him, letting the wet diaper be part of the feel of what she was trying to do to him.  When she felt him getting once again to the desired state, she stopped.  She chuckled as she watched Betsy sink her head down to the floor in frustration.  “One more wetting, I think,” she told him.  “Then it will be changing time.  Don’t forget to come get me and let me know.”

She got up and started walking away, but her eyes caught sight of the rope, still on the floor, that she had used earlier on Suzi.  She picked it up and brought it back to Betsy.  “Hold still!” she ordered.  She tied one end of the rope to Betsy’s left hand.  She threw the rope under him and went over to the other side where she tied it to his right knee.  In the crawling position he was in, his left hand could get no further from his right knee than it was now.  It would make staying on all fours while he worked a little more interesting for him.  “Enjoy,” she told him with a smile as she stood up and walked away.

Enjoy?  Betsy now couldn’t move his left hand.  Well, he could move it, but he couldn’t extend it out at all.  She had just made a miserable job more difficult…again.  His cock inside his soaking wet diaper gave a major lurch…or two.  Damn he needed to get off!

Mercy went back to the guest bedroom.  Suzi was folding the shirt he had just finished ironing.  She waited in the doorway while he fussed over it, making it as perfect as he possibly could.  “You should have brought some hangers,” she told him.

“I would have, he replied somewhat frustratedly, “but you didn’t exactly give me a chance.”

“No.  Sorry about that,” she replied.  While he was still folding the shirt, she turned the iron off and unplugged it.  She waited until he had placed his folded shirt in the overly neat stack already on the bed.  “So you think you can cook,” she said.

“I do alright,” he replied.

“Do you think you’re any good?”

“I’m not interested in cooking your dinner!” he told her flatly.  “I want to go home.  Now!”

“Soon,” she replied.  “And I’ve already got dinner planned for tonight,” she told him.  “I’m barbecuing steaks.  Want to stay?”

“No!  I want to go home!”

“Your loss,” she replied.  “I barbecue a pretty mean steak.”

“No.  Release me!” he demanded.

“In a few,” she replied with a hint of amusement in her voice.  “Answer me this.  What would you cook for a nice dinner if I asked you to make a meal for me and two of my friends?”

“You mean those two sicko’s out there?”  Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Fido laying now in the doorway, chewing on that dog toy of his.

“No.  Some of my female friends.  Just me and them.”

“Not Betsy and Fido?”

“I just told you, it would be two of my female friends.”

“I’m still not interested,” he replied.  “I don’t want anything to do with you at all!”

She smiled.  “But if you did make something, something special, what would you make.  What kind of meal would it be?  Humor me,” she told him.  “Describe the meal.”

“I don’t know,” he replied.  “Maybe a roast of some sort.  Pot roast or pork.  Pork roasts are good, and they’re often overlooked.”

“And what to go with it?”

“Vegetables of course.  Broccoli and asparagus are particularly nutritious.  For a nice dinner, I’d probably make baked potatoes too.  Of course, for something nice I’d also prepare salads beforehand.”

“And how about desert?”

“I don’t know.  This time of year, I’d probably make a pie of some sort.  Maybe lemon meringue or banana cream.”

“Sounds delicious,” she told him.  “What would it take to get you to prepare something like that next weekend?”

“Forget it!  I’m not interested.  I already told you that.”

She nodded.  “We’ll see.  Come along Suzi, let’s get those leg binders off you.”

Ben felt like celebrating.  Finally!  He awkwardly followed her and Fido out into the living room where she was opening a drawer in one of her toolboxes.  She turned around to wait for him without taking anything out of the drawer.  He walked up to her.  “Now please get this thing off me!”

Mercy didn’t reply.  Instead, she reached out and grabbed his arm.  She quickly got behind him and shoved him face first up against the wall.

“No!  Don’t!” Suzi cried in alarm.  “What are you doing?”

From the drawer full of ropes, Mercy grabbed one and tied his hands behind his back again.

“No!  Stop!” Suzi protested.

Mercy once again pulled his bound hands up toward his neck, then wrapped the rope around his neck and back down to his raised hands where she tied it off.

“No!  Stop!” Suzi protested.

“Oh shut up,” Mercy told him.  “You haven’t been paid yet.”

“Paid?”

Mercy grabbed another length of rope from the toolbox, then shoved the helpless man over to one of her contraptions.  She bent him over a bar stretched between two of tall poles, pushing his head down until his back was nearly horizontal with the floor.  Then she took the new rope and looped it through the rope going around his neck.  She tied the other end of the rope to the base of another of her metal sculptures, taking some of the pressure off the front of Suzi’s neck and keeping him bent over the bar.  Only then did she remove the leg spreader-binder she had attached just above his knees. 

She noticed that he stopped protesting as he bent his knees and moved his legs. But tied the way he was, he certainly couldn’t go anywhere.  She didn’t give him time to move his legs very long as she grabbed his right leg, and amid his vehement protests, pulled it wide and connected it to the upright pole at that side.  His protesting was even more as she stretched his other leg in the opposite direction and secured it there.

“Let me go!” Ben shouted angrily as he tried wiggling his way loose, but he couldn’t even wiggle that much let alone get himself loose.  And all his protesting seemed to fall on deaf ears.  Still, he continued to shout angrily, demanding to be released.

Mercy noticed that Fido was lying near the kitchen floor watching.  And Betsy, still on all fours in the kitchen, was watching as well.  “Time for some fun guys,” she told them.  “Enjoy the show if you want.”

She ignored the other two and paid her full attention on Suzi, who’s protesting had finally stopped.  She placed a hand on his naked back.  “I know you didn’t want any of this,” she started.

“Let me go!”

“Shh!” she shushed him softly.  “Relax.”

“How can I relax when you’ve got me tied and bent so I can’t move?  And it’s damn uncomfortable!”

She chuckled.  “I can’t have you interfering with whatever I do now, can I?”

“I don’t want you to do anything to me at all…except let me go!”

Mercy chuckled again.  “Somehow, I doubt that.  I doubt that very much.  I think you do want me to do things to you.”

“Not this!”

“Maybe not this exactly, but other things.”

“No!  Just let me go!”

Mercy leaned close over him and put her arm around him.  “Like I said, I know you don’t want any of this, but enjoy it anyway.  I think you’ll find that being helpless and not being able to do anything will heighten everything considerably for you, so just relax and try to enjoy it.”

“No!”

“Shh,” she hushed him again with a chuckle.  “It’s not like you can do anything about it, can you?  I’m in control now, not you.  You’re helpless.  You’ve always been helpless with me, and you always will be.”

“Let me go!”

Mercy chuckled and slapped his raised rear end – hard!  As he started protesting again, she went over to the closest toolbox.  She took some lube from the top drawer and coated her hands liberally before going back to the still protesting Suzi.  She reached under him and began massaging his cock again.  It started growing rapidly, and his protesting trickled off even faster.  “See,” she said.  “You do want me to do things to you.”  She noticed that she got no response from him at all after that statement.  No verbal response.

Ben was in heaven again.  At least his cock was.  The rest of his body was protesting and hurting from the position she had tied him into.  But his cock…and her hands….

Mercy pulled one of her hands away from his front and started rubbing his backside while her other hand continued lightly massaging his front.  She noticed the slight shaking in his legs as she did it.  “Feels nice?” she asked.  But again, she got no verbal response.  She didn’t need one, she could read him like a book.  But what she was doing now was just the warmup.  She placed one of her well-lubricated fingers against his anus.  His body stiffened considerably as she did so.  She started pushing that finger, first gently, then more firmly.

“What are you doing?” Ben protested, sounding totally horrified.

This time, Mercy didn’t reply, she just kept pushing that finger, until she got it past his protesting, locked down anal muscles and it slipped inside him.  She pushed it in all the way and got more than a bit of a surprise.

“Don’t!” Ben protested again as he felt her finger slip past his clenched muscles and push way up into him.

But what Mercy noticed, didn’t come in the form of his protesting or from anything her finger encountered up inside of him.  What she noticed was that his cock in her other hand gave a major lurch and his body tried to thrust against that hand not just once, but twice.  Oh ho!  Of course, tied and draped over the bar the way he was, his thrusting was minimal at best, but there was no doubt about what he had tried to do. 

She stopped manipulating his cock and just held onto it lightly as she pulled her finger nearly out, then pushed it in again.  And again, she felt him trying to thrust against her hand that was just barely holding his cock.  “I think we may have found something you like,” she muttered softly.  “And you seem to like this very much.”  She began pulling her finger back and pushing it in continually, while her other hand around his cock barely touched him at all, letting him know it was still there, but not allowing him to get any stimulation from that hand at all.  His thrusting attempts came continually now as he tried to get any stimulation he could.  But she was touching him so little now that all his attempts were in vain.

Wondering something, she suddenly pulled her finger all the way out of him and walked away from him.  She went to another of her toolboxes where she hunted through some of the things inside.  Selecting one, she pulled it out and closed the drawer.  From the toolbox nearest Suzi, she took the lube she had used before and coated the penis shaped phallus liberally.  She also recoated her hands with the lube.

She went back to Suzi and looked him over carefully.  His eyes were wide as he stared straight down at the floor.  His body was almost totally rigid, and not from the position she had fastened him into.  But it was his cock she paid the most attention to.  It was still completely hard and dripping a little, even after she had walked away from him for a few moments.

She went back around behind him.  She rubbed her well lubed hand against his rear end again, ignoring his cock totally.  She shoved a finger up inside him again.  This time it penetrated easily.  She had felt only a token amount of protest from his muscles back there.  Again, she worked that finger in and out a few times, then she pulled it out of him completely.  The penis shaped dildo she had selected was one of the thinnest ones that she owned, from a rather large collection of them that filled up several of her drawers.  But for a newbie like Suzi, who she figured had never done anything like this before, she figured the thinnest one would be best.  She started with just her finger like she had done before, but the dildo was placed right behind the tip of that finger.  She pushed, and as her finger started to slide into him, she pulled the finger back and pushed with the dildo instead, pushing it up into him.

What?  Ben was shocked.  That wasn’t her finger.  “Ahh!” he grunted in alarm as something much bigger than her finger started sliding deeper and deeper into him.  “Ahh!”

Mercy chuckled as she pushed the dildo all the way into him, then pulled it almost out, before pushing it in again.  The well lubricated phallus had no trouble as she pushed it in and out.  She saw his body shudder.  She knew she could “make” him cum with just the dildo alone by pressing it down against his prostate gland, but what she was now wondering was if he could get off totally by just the feel of the dildo going in and out of him.  She decided that was an experiment for the future.  Right now, it was reward time.  And more importantly, she wanted this to be an experience he would remember, and hopefully, make him interested in coming back…or at least more pliable in convincing to come back again.

One of her well lubed hands went around to his cock again and began messaging it lightly, while her other hand worked the dildo in and out of him.  The result was like an electric switch had been thrown.  His body strained and jerked everywhere.  His attempted thrusting against the hand manipulating his cock grew faster.  She pulled away from him completely again, this time leaving the phallus shaped dildo still up inside him.  He was getting too excited too fast.  But she wasn’t going to let him go much longer without the orgasm he was craving.

From her toolbox, she grabbed a clear plastic Champaign glass.  The narrow plastic glass was easily wide enough to slip over his cock.  She carried it back to him where she stuck it over his cock.  As she did, his body tried to thrust against the glass, trying to make love to the thing.  She used the plastic glass to put pressure against the underside of his cock.  His thrusting seemed to get more intense.  With her other hand, she began manipulating the dildo in and out of his rear end again.

“Ahh!” Ben screamed as he did everything possible to fuck the glass she was holding against his cock.  He grunted his frustration again.  Tied the way he was, he could see the clear glass she was holding over his cock.  In the needy state he was in, the glass alone was something he could concentrate on against his cock.  With all that lubrication from her hands now coating his cock, it felt slippery and good down there.  But it was the huge sensation in his backside that was so intrusive that it couldn’t be ignored.  All of it combining to make him more excited then he had ever been.  He suddenly started orgasming with more intensity than he had ever cum before.  Most of his muscles went completely rigid as he pushed the miniscule amount his position allowed him against that glass.  He felt whatever it was in his ass still pushing and pulling, going in and out, driving him crazy.  Again and again his cock exploded into the glass, the orgasm going on far longer than he could ever remember one going before.  Finally, he slowed down.  Finally, his muscles started to unlock.  Finally, his body started to tire and relax.  But she was still shoving that thing in and out of his ass, and he felt so spent.

Mercy kept moving the dido inside him, even though he was finished.  But now that he seemed to be done, she used it differently.  With practiced precision, she now used it to press directly against where she knew his prostrate gland would be.  The result was that more semen started dripping out of his cock.  She kept putting the pressure on then letting up for a few moments, until she had drained him completely dry.  Only then did she remove the dildo from his ass, and the glass from his cock.

Ben was panting.  Damn!  It had been the strongest orgasm of his life!  He was worn out from it.  And now, he was simply glad that whatever she had stuck up inside him was gone.  He did his best to catch his breath while he hoped she would now finally set him free.

Mercy set the dido and the plastic glass on top of her toolbox.  She used a rag to wipe her hands a little.  She went back to Suzi.  “Have fun?” she asked softly.  She got no response other than his light panting.  She didn’t need a response though.  She untied the rope that kept him bent over.  She had to grab his head and pull it up to get him standing straight again.  He was still breathing a bit heavily.  She left him like that, his legs still attached to the poles while she went back to her toolbox.

Ben’s head was spinning.  Now he was glad to be standing again.  He waited patiently for her to unfasten his legs…or his arms.  Both!  What an experience!  And then she was back again.  But this time in front of him instead of unfastening his legs.  She grabbed his hair and bent his head back a little.  What?

“Open up,” Mercy told him.

What?  He now noticed the glass in her had.  It was half full of his cum!  “No!”  She pulled harder on his hair, pulling his head back cruelly.  His mouth opened further in pain, and she was suddenly pouring that stuff straight into his mouth.  He had no choice but to swallow or choke to death on it.

“Very good, Suzi,” Mercy said happily as she emptied the glass into his mouth.  She released the hold she had on his hair and let his head come up straight.  The nasty face he was making from the taste of his own cum was comical.  Priceless.  Newbies were always such fun.  She went behind him and unfastened his legs.  Then she untied his hands, setting him completely free.

“Get dressed,” she told him.  “You can go home now…if you want.  Like I said, you’re still welcome to stay for dinner…or longer.”

“No!” Ben replied quickly.  As much as he had loved what she had just done to him, he needed to get out of there.  He needed to get away from her.  He needed to get home, where he would be safe.

“I’ll have Betsy and Fido help you carry your things home for you,” she told him.

Ben said nothing.  He headed straight for the bedroom where all his clothes were folded.  He selected the things he would need, then carried them straight into the bathroom so he could clean himself up a little before putting them on.  The minute he got home, he planned on taking a very much needed shower!