Chapter 9: Beyond Her Limits

Netty was banking the fire when her worst fear was realized. Another wagon with a young couple appeared on the trail, the man stopping to talk with Josiah. Netty did her best to be so busy with the fire and cooking that she wouldn’t need to turn in their direction. She hoped and prayed that they would go on their way.

“Netty, come greet our new friends,” Josiah called.

Netty’s stomach dropped into her toes.

“Um… I don’t want the fire to go out,” Netty called, waving to the little group over her shoulder.

“It will be fine; come here,” Josiah said more sternly.

Netty could barely breath as she walked towards them. She glanced down, hoping she wouldn’t be so conspicuous in the low light, only to be horribly disappointed. Her pale skin blended fine, but the dark pink of her nipples seemed so dark, and the rings around them stood out stoutly against the tight-fitting colorless fabric. Her braid was still twisted into a knot on top of her head so she couldn’t even hope to cover herself with her hair. By the time she took her place beside her husband she could feel her face glowing red.

She was too embarrassed to do more than glance up at the couple when she greeted them, but in that split moment she could tell they had seen. The man’s face was as red as her own, but he managed to look at her face; however, the woman’s wide eyes were fixed on her chest.

“This is Mr. and Mrs. Gila,” Josiah introduced, “And this is my wife Netty. It’s starting to get a bit late now; you’re welcome to camp with us,” Josiah invited jovially, putting an arm around Netty and pulling her closer to him in such a way that her chest jiggled noticeably.

The couple looked at each other, and for a moment Netty dared to think they would go on and camp elsewhere.

“That’d be lovely Mr. Stent,” the Mrs. Gila said happily, and climbed down from the wagon. “Mrs. Stent I’ll be glad to help you with dinner while these men get the horses taken care of.”

It was all Netty could do not to trip over her words.

“Thank you,” she replied, walking back to the fire with Mrs. Gila. “You can just call me Netty; I’m not used to being a Missus just yet anyway.”

“You can call me Jinni,” the other woman offered warmly. “My full name is Jeanelle, but no one’s ever called me that unless I was in trouble.”

Together they got a large pot of soup going, and the conversation and company would have been nice if Netty weren’t so conscious of Jinni’s eyes flicking to her chest. Jinni didn’t even hide that she was looking. The blatant attention only made her more aroused so that each brush of the fabric against her chest made her clit pulse.

When dinner was over Mr. Gila, who introduced himself as Harlan, brought out a bottle of whiskey to share as they sat in the dark around the fire. Harlan and Jinni became tipsy, Josiah only comfortably warmed, but Netty could hardly take a swallow of hers. She wasn’t fond of alcohol, and the whiskey was harsh. She politely sipped a few times; even that much was enough to feel warmth and a sort of loosening in her nerves. Josiah, noticing the amount still in her cup, commanded her gently to finish it. Holding her breath to help her gag reflex she gulped down the last few swallows and tried her best not to throw it up immediately. Harlan reached over with the open bottle and refilled her cup, to which Josiah encouraged her to drink again. Within minutes they had plied her with three full cups, and her head was swimming. Her stomach rolled uncomfortably.

“Netty dear, I have to know! Do tell me what is with your…,” Jilli asked, slurring a bit, motioning around her chest to illustrate what she meant.  “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off!”

Harlan nodded his agreement, eyes glued to the front of Netty’s dress.

Netty stuttered, face burning hot as she stared dizzily into her (thankfully still) empty cup. She couldn’t find any words in her numbing brain that wouldn’t stumble in her mouth.

“Stand up and unbutton your dress,” Josiah commanded with a smile. He just nodded when she stared at him in utter disbelief. “Show them, Netty.”

Papa wants you to do as you’re told, she reminded herself, and stood up woozily. Her fingers were numb as she worked the buttons until Josiah came behind her and reached over her shoulders to unbutton her himself. His large hands spread the opened top apart to bare her to their guests who gawked.

Jilli rose up on her knees from her seat. Due to their height difference her face was almost level to Netty’s chest. She reached up to cup one of Netty’s breasts and stroke her thumb against the soft, bruised skin underneath. Netty jerked back only for Josiah to hook her arms behind her back, holding her steady and forcing her chest out.

“This is part of your lesson,” he murmured into her ear. “You’re clearly aroused by a stranger, another woman in fact, touching you. Control yourself.”

Netty tried to reply, tried to say she would, but it came out in a mew that was all but a moan.

Harlan sat back comfortably to watch his wife pawing at the younger woman. Jinni lightly slapped one breast, then the other, over and over while she watched them sway. She gripped one of the little hoops and gave it the smallest tug, eliciting a twist of need between the younger woman’s legs. Netty struggled to muffle a moan behind her lips as the other woman became bolder with her touching.

“What are these for?” Jilli asked quietly, gently twisting one of the hoops back and forth while Netty shivered.

“They’re part of her treatment,” Josiah answered. “She’s an incredibly lustful girl, infected and perverse, and is being trained to control those urges. She wasn’t able to hold herself back during her first lesson, so she has to wear these.”

Harlan was fascinated. “Do they hurt?”

When Netty didn’t respond Josiah lightly slapped her face.

“N-n-n-no,” Netty barely managed to mutter, her teeth chattering though she was not cold.

“Her chest is especially sensitive,” Josiah said, seeming to enjoy watching these nearly perfect strangers caressing and gawking at his new wife. “She’s wearing the clamps to heighten her arousal, conditioning her to learn to control herself when the temptations are at their worst. If you like, you’re welcome to play with her to your content. She’s clearly aroused by the perverse action of another woman taking advantage of her, and she must learn to stop enjoying such a thing.”

Jilli gave her a devilish little smile, looking up and holding her gaze as the other woman made a deliberate, long stroke over one aching nipple and bounced it on the tip of her of her tongue so that the whole breast swayed. She tugged at the other hoop, pulling it as far as she could without loosening it’s grip.

Netty moaned before she could choke the noise back, which only seemed to antagonize the other woman. She tried unsuccessfully to twist away from the assault. Josiah pulled harder at her arms, forcing her back to bow and chest push further out.

“Let the woman do as she pleases, Mrs. Stent,” Josiah mumbled against her ear. Netty could hardly understand what he had said through the fog around her brain. “If this is unpleasant that’s all the better for your training.”

Netty shivered uncontrollably as Jilli pressed her teeth around one of her nipples, pulling at the clamp on the other one so that it was slowly painfully slipping off. She squeaked when it finally came away.

“Oh poor girl,” Jilli cooed, “Look how swollen this little thing is now that that contraption is off it.”

Netty looked down to find she was right. Without the pressure of those cruel metal jaws the blood was flooding back into it, making is swell and tingle like a sleeping foot waking up.

“Kisses will make it better,” Jilli declared deviously before sucking it between her lips, her tongue lapping and swirling so that Netty’s knees buckled, a shriek of pained pleasure ripping out of her throat.

Harlan positioned himself behind his wife, flipping her skirts and petticoats up, pulling her underwear down, and smoothly slipping himself into her. The motion of his thrusts pulled and pushed Jilli against Netty, increasing the suckling sensation past what Netty could stand.

“Please Josiah let me finish,” she begged drunkenly, beyond any sensible limit of need. “I can’t stand this anymore!”

“It’s been only a day and you’re already begging for a climax?” Josiah said in a tone as if reprimanding a greedy child.

Netty’s moan choked in a sob. “You’ve tortured me all day! No sane person could endure your lessons with no relief on the first day!”

While Josiah seemed to ponder over this, Jilli pulled the other clamp from her chest, turning Netty’s sobs into another short scream of surprise. With a mean smile on her face Jilli gripped the swelling, throbbing nub hard in her fingers and twisted as hard as she could without tearing the skin. She held the brutalized flesh twisted, her husband’s thrusts causing her to pull and push as Netty screamed and did her best to thrash in her own hulking husband’s iron grip.

“Perhaps if it hurts you won’t be so desperate?” Jilli laughed, adding Netty’s other nipple into her crushing, twisting grip. Netty’s screams melted into each other at such volume it seemed she’d faint any moment.

“Fuck!” Harlan exclaimed, shuddering as the sight before him drove him over the edge. Spent, he collapsed back into his original seat by the fire, his glistening softening member still hanging from the opening of his trousers.

“I’ve an idea for you sweety,” Jilli said, finally releasing her grip. “If you’ll give me three orgasms I’ll do my best to convince your husband to give you some relief. How about it?”

Netty sniffled, her pale face red from screaming and her eyes pouring tears so that she could hardly see the other woman.

“I think that’s a fair trade,” Josiah said in his wife’s place. He released Netty’s arms, and her weakened knees sent her straight to the ground. “Go ahead Netty. Give Jilli what you want so badly, and if you do it well enough you can have some relief yourself.”

 Jilly lay herself down on the blanket they had been sitting on, raising her skirts and spreading her legs, her head resting on Harlan’s thighs.

Netty nervously kneeled between Jilli’s knees, not sure what to do. She was in no way interested in other women, but she was so desperate and delirious that she was willing to try. She tentatively reached her hand forward until her fingers were almost touching the other woman’s surprisingly small clit when Jilli lightly slapped her hand away.

“I want your mouth, not your hands,” Jilli commanded. “You can start by licking the semen out of me.”

Netty felt her stomach turn as she eyed the thick white fluid leaking from Jilli’s opening. She was about to announce that she was no longer interested in the deal when Josiah’s massive hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face-first into the wet gooey mess. Immediately her whole face felt slimy and slick, and as Josiah rubbed her face up and down some of Jilli and Harlan’s mixed fluids went up her nose and into her mouth until she felt like she would drown.

“Get to it, Mrs. Stent,” Josiah demanded, letting her head go with a hard slap on the rear.

Suddenly more afraid than anything, Netty did as she was told. She pulled back enough to get a breath, steadying the nausea rising up her throat, then dipped her tongue as far into Jilli’s opening as it would go. Doing her best not to retch she sucked and swallowed the nasty goo until she felt Jilli’s slim fingers take hold in her hair and pull her mouth to her clit. The memory of what Rand had done to her last night came to mind, and she did her best to copy what he had done.

Distantly she was aware of Josiah kneeling behind her before she felt her own skirts and underwear moved out of the way. For a moment she thought he was going to enter her the way Harlan had done to Jilli earlier, but instead she felt his thick fingers gently rubbing against her own bud. The lust that had gone out suddenly flared bright and demanding. She moaned against the little erection in her mouth as her own was manipulated.

“Suck it!” Jilli demanded, and Netty complied, suckling until Jilli thrashed and more liquid poured out of her.

For a moment Josiah’s fingers picked up their pace, distracting Netty for a moment until Jilli shoved her crotch against her face again.

“Two more,” Joshia announced. “Two more and you can have one of your own.” He pulled is fingers back, rubbing them through her own soaked folds enticingly before removing his touch from her entirely.

Suddenly desperate again Netty went quickly back to the task. She lapped and sucked as fast as she could in desperation to get the ordeal over faster. In a matter of a couple of minutes Jillia came again, harder this time, and again Josiahs fingers returned for a few strokes against her aching button for encouragement. Her jaw now hurting Netty did not stop sucking at the other woman, hoping to suck the last climax out of her faster. It seemed only 30 seconds past before Jilli was again spraying her pleasure into Netty’s face.

Relieved, desperate for fresh air, Netty moved to sit up when Jilli’s legs wrapped around her head and shoved her back in place.

“I’m not done,” Jilli slurred, the alcohol and lust making her aggressive.

Netty was sure Josiah would interject, but all he did was laugh.

Afraid, Netty rubbed her lips up and down Jilli’s erection as best she could. Over the next few minutes she lost count of the times she brought Jilli off as her own need diminished entirely.

Finally Jilli released Netty, who fell backwards. Netty rolled onto her knees and scrambled a few feet before vomiting into the grass. Her face felt disgustingly slimy, her nostrils coated in Jilli’s cum, the smell of her and the rank whiskey bringing another bout of vomit out of her.  When it felt like she was entirely empty she sat back shakily, doing her best to breathe as tears rinsed tracks through the grime on her face.

“Good work,” Josiah praised. “You may finish yourself now.”

“I’m not interested anymore!” Netty sobbed in a slur. “I want to get clean and go to bed!”

Josiah pulled her, positioning her to sit facing towards the other couple with her back against her husband’s chest.

“Since our guests are the reason you earned an opportunity for relief early, what would they prefer?” Josiah replied, turning to the other couple.

Jilli’s hooded eyes were focused on Netty, her hand lazily pumping Harlan’s slowly hardening penis.

“I want the dear girl to show us how much she enjoys the reward for her hard work,” Jilli replied. Harlan only smirked, his hand absently squeezing his wife’s breast as he stared at Netty.

“That settles it,” Josiah said. He reached over Netty and pulled her skirts out of the way so that she was exposed to the other couple. “Touch yourself.”

“Not here in front of them,” Netty whimpered through her tears. “It’s too embarrassing. Please, at least let me be alone to do it.” She had no intention of doing it at all, she just wanted to be alone.

Netty tried to stammer out an excuse, anything to be allowed to go to bed and be alone in the wagon, only for Josiah to level an ultimatum at her. “You can either take this opportunity now, or wait another week before you’re allowed to try again.”

The thought of waiting another whole week, likely being tested as she was that whole day, was enough incentive. With her face burning and tears sliding down her slimy cheeks, Netty began to rub herself for the first time since her mother had caught her doing it. The sensations felt flat. She was too upset and too drunk to enjoy herself at all, but she couldn’t stand the idea of waiting so long. She closed her eyes, recalling some of her favorite memories between Papa and Rand, and soon felt the familiar ebb and flow of need.

Faster and faster she rubbed as she lost herself in fantasies of Rand taking her, the long-awaited orgasm reaching closer. She felt her new husband’s large fingers close firmly around her nipples, gently tugging and rolling. Her legs began to shake, her whole body vibrating as the added sensation heightened her pleasure. Her eyes slit open to see Jilli with one hand on Harlan’s hardened member and the other hand between her own legs, eyes glued to Netty.

All at once with no warning one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever experienced crashed over her. She screamed, hips bucking against her hands, whole body quaking as hot liquid gushed out. As soon as the waves started to abate a second orgasm drove her into silence. She lost control of her hands and legs, limbs jerking and thrashing while Josiah continued to tug at her nipples. Her hands gripped his huge forearm to ground her spinning brain. He draped an arm over her body so that he held her steady against him, his fingers easily finding her pulsing clit and rubbing hard and fast.

Unable to work her mouth or control her body Netty was helpless. Over wracked already, her engorged sex was nearly in pain, and as always when faced with stimulation it refused to stop. In only a minute a third climax, then a fourth, and soon a fifth rendered her into a throbbing numb mess, all her muscles drawn taut. The only parts of her body with sensation were the hard little buttons Josiah continued to manipulate with his awful, skillful fingers.

Netty tried to close her legs only to feel them forced open and held apart.

“Sweety you were begging for these earlier, why are you trying to stop now?” Jilli laughed from between Netty’s ankles.

It was all Netty could do to continue breathing as yet another orgasm consumed her. Now though, the orgasms didn’t feel good. They hurt. They were nothing like the back to back releases Papa and Rand had coaxed out of her. With them it had been a welcome torture. This was Hell. Her clitoris screamed in sharp agony to be left alone. Her nipples burned. Josiah didn’t stop. By the tenth he’d ripped from his wife she was screaming again, alternating between half-coherently begging him to stop and shrieking each time another orgasm rendered her speechless.

At twenty Netty couldn’t even form a thought. Her body simply spasmed under the unending torment. She gasped for air, came, flailed her limbs, came, felt like she was suffocating, came.