Chapter 3 - Establishing the pecking order
Jill’s eyes got drawn from the angry red head of Bruce’s cock, to the gray eyes looking down at her positioned right beneath him. She could literally see his thoughts, finally he had her where he wanted her, on her knees about to take his cock in her mouth. what had he called it the big stick? More a medium sized knob, certainly not as magnificent as Jack’s, or from what she had glimpsed Bob’s.
Still his eyes told him, to go on to make the final admission of his superiority over her. They had been tough rivals for as long as they had worked at Target. She knew the moment, she would take this prick’s prick into her mouth, she would forever be second, in his mind and even worse in hers.
So kneeling in front of a man she couldn’t stand. Smelling his musk, nauseating over it. Following with her eyes, the tip of his cock, along the shaft, down to the root, embedded in russet curls. Jill wanted to cry, when she thought that very soon her nose would be buried in those hairs. She hadn’t seen or touched another man than Jack for years, and now she would be taking one in her mouth while Jack was right next to him.
She looked over to Jack and to her outrage, that blonde bimbo Leslie, was already gobbling up her husbands cock. There might be tears streaming down her face, but she felt betrayed. She looked around for a moment, and saw the men with the rifles, looking intently at her. Jill just knew they where waiting for her to give them a reason to hurt her. She took one deep breath, opened her mouth and leaned forwards, ready to allow the bastard Bruce to enter her mouth.
“Stop for a moment bitches” Circe called
Jill immediately rocked back onto her heels and closed her mouth firmly, seeing the disappointment in Bruce’s face, was priceless.
"I think there is some need for some sartorial adjustments. They all could just hear her smiling.
As Jill turned to watch her she saw, that Circe had picked up the Malacca cane with the silver knob, that was so much part of Sir John, as was the mustache. Circe was using it to push Ritika in the side.
“This isn’t your husband you are blowing Paki, that young man doesn’t even has the chance to look down your cleavage as that old rag of yours is covering everything up.”
“I’m not from Pakistan, I’m of Indian heritage” Rikita protested, Jill wondered how much that was just a reflex, but was shocked as Circe swung the cane and let it crash on Rikita’s butt. Causing her to howl in pain.
“I’m not interested in your genealogy, I want you to take that rag of your tits.” she raised the cane again.
“Please no more”
“Please no more what?”
“Please no more Miss Circe”
“Much better, no go on.” satisfaction in her voice unmistakable.
Rikitas hands moved to her shoulder, flipping the long shoulder cloth down, releasing the brooch she had used to pin it up. Revealing the black blouse encasing her chest. The cane came out again and flicked against the black fabric.
“That has to go as well”
“Please no.” Rikita begged
There was another swish of the cane, followed by a fleshy smack and a anguished cry of pain. Rikita crumbled to the floor.
“You were saying?”
Rikita didn’t say anything, but as she got up from the floor again, Jill could see the tear in the blouse over the woman’s chest where the can had struck her. But with shaking fingers she began unbuttoning her blouse. Revealing a black lacy bra.
The cane snaked between the bra cups “This comes off too”
“Why?” Ritika asked
“Because you are an obstinate bitch. I had planned of leaving you your bra. But you don’t follow orders, so you loose that privilege. And the next time I have a problem with you, I’ll have you strip naked. I would ask you if you understand me, but I will take the silent showing of your tits as sign of acceptance, I can do without your talking”
Ritika’s head dropped as she reached behind herself unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, covering her chest with her hands. Which earned her a light slap with the cane on the fingers and she let go.
“Hands behind your head, show everyone what you were hiding.”
Jill looked at the woman, that was usually so smug, she was a broken husk. The brown tipped breasts, might have been spectacular 25 years ago, but time had passed and they had lost their presumed former firmness, showing a good bit of sagging. A fact emphasized by Circe, as she lifted the breasts up with her cane, and letting them fall down a couple of times. Jill was amazed by the calculated cruelty, Rikita Aggarwal was far from being a pleasant person, but she felt pity for her. Or more likely, she admitted in her mind, this could be me.
Before Circe could continue the door opened and another masked man entered, a hulking beast, dragging along a most pitiful sight. Jill had seen the brown haired woman before, to be precise the last time when she had served that excellent dessert. But she barely recognized her. Half an hour ago, she had been primly dressed in a black skirt, crisp white blouse and a black vest. The long brown hair had been pulled back into a neat pony tail and she had smiled a lot. Now the vest and skirt was entirely gone, the black pantyhose shredded between her legs. Blouse ripped apart and naked breasts exposed. She limped next to the man dragging her along, as she was only wearing one of her shoes. There was something blue that could be seen between her legs but Jill couldn’t recognize what it was. Most the face had changed the smile was gone, the eyes had the haunted expression of someone who just had been raped.
With a deep basso the huge man told her “There is your place” and pushed her towards Dev Aggarwal.
The young woman stumbled and came to a halt in front of the doctor, who suddenly seemed to be rather pleased to see her.
“What’s your name girl?” Circe asked
“Kelly” the voice was a murmur.
“Well Kelly, I’m Circe, the rules are simple I say jump and you ask how high, while already rising in the air.”
She grabbed her by the pony tail and turned her head towards Sir John. “I’m very sorry to drag a poor innocent girl like you into this, but it’s all this man’s fault for not providing a date for tonight. But rest assured, he will pay you a large sum of money to keep quiet concerning the events of the night.”
“Why should I do this? We are all forced here” Sir John objected
“Right there was a lack of ladies to provide gags” Circe murmured before addressing Sir John “Public image, you can’t really afford of this becoming known. But don’t worry Castor over there is keeping a record”
Jill turned the other direction and to her horror saw the man called castor holding a video camera, a camera sporting that nasty red eye, that indicates recording.
“It’s a pity Ajax, has ripped away your panties Kelly, I could really use them.”
“She still has them.” Ajax basso announced “Tell the nice lady where they are.”
Kelly flushed crimson red before murmuring something that sounded like “Inside me”
“I know you Circe, so I thought I preserve them for you. The little minx was also not leaking so much while we walked over here.”
There was a moment of silence before Circe told her “Well, then get them and put them in this old pigs mouth.”
“But I can’t, not in front of all of those people.”
“You can, If you are nervous just imagine them all naked” Circe replied
There was more blushing, but the woman started to reach between her legs, inserting a finger into her pussy and tried to grab something. After a while she began pulling the sodden, cum stained blue fabric of her panties out. Her humiliation of doing this was soon matched by Sir John’s as his mouth closed around the balled messy fabric.
“Good now that we have a full compliment of cocksuckers, there is one more thing to change. I don’t want those pigs to mess up your pretty dresses. I’m looking for hard cocks, not cumming pigs. Every bitch here now will get up and loosen the black ties. You got that? Good next step, you will use those bowties to tie tightly around their balls and cocks. And I mean as tight as you can.”
This suddenly wiped the smirk of Bruce’s face, as well as quite a few of the others. Jill went with relish to the task of making sure to tie his private parts off as tight as she could manage. She couldn’t help herself smacking his balls when she had finished the job. So much for being on top.
"Now that you have done that, put your mouths to work again. I want those dicks hard and glistening with saliva.
Jill sunk back to her knees, knowing there would be no further delaying it and closed her mouth around the tip of Bruce’s cock, still hating it, but taking solace from the fact that this was not a victory for Bruce either.
She suddenly felt a hand at the back of her had, rapidly pushing her forward, until her complete face was buried in her colleagues crotch.
“I said sucking, not just nibbling.” Circe sounded firm, while Jill fought her gag reflex. Actually glad not having Jack in her mouth. She never had been able to take him in her throat. Something Leslie apparently managed rather well. What a slut she thought.
Working along Bruces cock, she felt with her tongue the effect the blood stuck in the cock was having, as the veins along the shaft got thicker and harder every second.
“Ok this should be good enough, you can stop now.”
There was a disappointed groan from more than one man in the line. As Jill looked along that line up she saw that indeed every cock appeared to be rock solid, even Sir John despite being almost 70. Anastacia’s confidence in her own abilities apparently was well justified.
“We are now establishing something of a pecking order” Circe said “And we are going to do this with every man’s favorite game, dick measuring contests. Oh come, don’t look so shocked, everything you guys are doing is comparing the size of your dicks. This time it’s just a bit more straight forward. Every man is going to look to his left and his right, and moves along the line bigger cocks to the right. Length trumps girth. Once you all believe to be in the right spot we will see if you are right.”
From her perspective on her knees Jill’s view of the assembled dicks was more or less eye level, so she had a unique view, shared by 6 other women, on how those dicks and the attached men, began shuffling around, first very self consciously then with increasing speed. She saw her husband and Bob moving further and further to the right while Dev Aggarwal moved far to the left, as did Sir John. Only Bruce stayed right in front of her face.
Once the moving had come to an end. Circe announced that she would check, if they were correct. Jill wondered how she intended to measure, but very soon found out. Anastacia was kneeling in front of Jack while Kelly was in front of Bob. Circe made Anastacia lay her head back holding her by the hair.
“OK big boys, come here, lay your dicks on her face, balls against the chin. Well ain’t that nice same length, but this one is thicker”
She slapped Bob’s balls and told him to step to the left. He and Jack changed places. Jill felt a stupid pride in her husband. But as Circe repeated the process with Kelly’s face and Bob’s and Terry’s dicks, she began to see that in very few minutes her face would be used to compare Bruce and John Taggart’s wet and hard cocks. When it happened she felt cheap and dirty, both men dragged their cocks along her face leaving a wet trail on her cheeks. But Circe was apparently happy with their position. Dev Aggarwal got slapped on the balls as well and had to move past Winston to the complete left.
“Now that we have that sorted. I want all the bitches her to face me.”
They turned around and faced her.
“You are going to collect your skirts, as far as you still wear any, and will pull them above your arses. You will then lean forward until said arses are up in the air.”
“As for my pigs back there, have a good look at those arses, you will have five minutes to cum inside them. And you should really put some effort into it. Every woman not leaking cum out of her arsehole after those five minutes, will get the chance to return the favor with a nice big strap on, that puts our big boys to shame. And they will not be limited to five minutes.”
Jills heart dropped as she heard this, and was quite certain this sentiment was shared by all involved.
to be continued.