IRON CAGED AND READY — THERE’S NO CHANGING THEIR MINDS
It’s Alley’s Turn At The Weekend Wife Exchange
Just don’t leave any marks . . .
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA DARK NON-CON STORY!]
As fun as it’s been getting to take home and have her way with other wives for the weekends, Alley knew her turn was coming soon. She couldn’t know when her name would come up or with whom she’d go home. Only that there were just a few names left to be pulled.
It was a consent contract she had signed months ago. She agreed to give up her body for 48 hours in exchange for having her way with a half dozen or more other weekends of power over other helpless women’s bodies.
On the first weekend, she hesitated about how far to take this game, so she went extra easy with Lisa. Alley had all her meals made and served to her; she also cleaned her house from the basement to the second floor.
When Lisa was finally put back into her delivery cage, she told Alley, “You do know you missed out on your opportunity to tease me, torment me, punish me, and fuck me.”
The second weekend, Alley kept in mind Lisa’s parting words. There’s no way she’d allow that mistake to happen again. From the moment Sarah was dropped off in her garage, it was nothing but solid teasing, tormenting, and sexual pleasures. That is Alley’s sexual pleasure.
Sarah’s pleasures were not a concern because she was enslaved for the weekend, and Alley was the Mistress. Alley’s needs being fulfilled is all that mattered. By the end of the 48 hours, Sarah lies on the floor hog-tied, sobbing and begging for sexual release.
Guiding her back into her delivery and pickup cage, Alley calmly says, “Not my problem. You can play with yourself once you get back home.”
Being the perfect Slave for Alley is no longer Sarah’s concern, so she gives her a simple “Cunt” comment just as Alley is about to leave the garage.
This didn’t fly with Alley, who stomped back to Sarah’s helpless body as she tried to beg for mercy. “Please, Mistress Alley, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please forgive . . .”
Mistress Alley slams a giant ball gag into Sarah’s begging mouth and straps it into place. Removing her bra from her body and the cage leaves Sarah’s naked and perky breasts there for the taking and or torture.
Shaking her head does nothing to stop Alley from putting three clothespins onto each of her breasts. The middle pins are biting extra hard onto her nipples. As she leaves the garage for real this time, Alley adds, “I hear those are way more painful on their way off.”
Sarah’s grunts of fear and pain can be heard until the door finishes swinging closed.
The following weekend exchange, Alley once again avoids being picked. She does, however, luck out by pulling Stacie’s name from the box. The one girl at the exchange who never stops flirting with her husband, Kyle.
In case you’re wondering where Kyle has been during all of this? Alley is jealous, so she doesn’t allow him to participate in the festivities. He is put into extreme chair bondage and tucked away in their walk-in closet while Alley plays to her heart’s content.
He is left helpless and horny until she’s done playing with the other wives and is ready for dessert. It’s already a very long time to be chair-bound, but being put into complete sensory deprivation by Alley makes Kyle’s weekend feel like a whole week of bondage.
Unaware of the jealousy that’s been building inside Alley, Stacie willingly gets naked and onto all fours so Alley can strap and chain her into place. Once bound, she verbally lets her have it!
“You fucking cunt! Who the hell do you think you are flirting with Kyle constantly?”
“I… I… Um… Mmmmmm!”
Alley doesn’t want her question answered, so she gags her before she finishes making up whatever bullshit story she is about to blurt out. With Stacie gagged and helpless, Alley explains, “Your next 48 hours are going to be as painful as I can make them bitch!”
Bringing out her whole collection of paddles, crops, cat-o-nines, and canes, Alley spends the next two days randomly beating Stacie’s naked flesh in every spot she can. A constant flow of tears and mumbled begging were the only two items on the menu, and Alley wasn’t hungry for either of them.
Even in pain and on all fours, Stacie became so tired she’d fall asleep bound and helpless. Alley wasn’t in the mood to sleep, so she would wake Stacie back up every chance she got to ensure she didn’t miss out on a minute of her torture.
With the 48 hours up, she didn’t need to put Stacie into the transport cage in the normal, kneeling with her head trapped in the hole at the top. She just positioned Stacie’s bright red and shaking body into a fetal position at the bottom of the cage.
Alley’s name is finally pulled, and Lisa is the winner of her 48 hours of helplessness. Across the room, she can see both Sarah and Stacie are upset they didn’t win since they both had their special revenge for Alley in their minds.
Happily, Alley skips over to the transport cage and strips to just her black lace panties and matching top before climbing in to go clean Lisa’s house . . . or so she thought. Lisa looks to one of the people in charge of this exchange and asks, “Does my 48 hours start right now?”
The man in the suit nods, “Yes.”
With that, she quickly gags, earplugs, and blindfolds Alley before she’s loaded onto the transport truck. Unable to hear, see, or talk, Alley wonders if this is how Kyle feels: home alone and bound, helpless in their walk-in closet.
She can feel her cage being loaded onto the transport truck as her helpless body is treated like another piece of cargo. This feeling alone, along with her sensory deprivation, is causing her pussy to gush uncontrollably. Her plan is the second Lisa sends her to do chores, she’ll be finding a quiet spot to masturbate.
The trip to Lisa’s felt longer than she remembered, but being blindfolded and ear plugged messes with your everything. Alley can feel her cage being unloaded and rolled through several rooms — Hardwood, carpeting, and back to hardwood. Finally stopping, Alley is pulled from the cell and walks several more feet.
Strong hands grab both her forearms, holding them steady as a cable from the ceiling is locked between her wrists. Straps are added to her ankles, which are pulled apart, cabled, and clipped to rings on the floor.
Alley used to think that having this type of BDSM setup in her house was unique, but finding out that Lisa has the same thing made her feel a little less amazing. That was until her blindfold was removed, and she discovered this was her house!
Shock and confusion come over Alley as she realizes just how fucking helpless she is at the hands of Lisa. This plain Jane girl is way more profound and darker than Alley ever thought. Looking at her in total confusion, Lisa clears up her questions a little with:
Removing Alley’s earplugs, Lisa says, “I know I should have brought you to my house, but I don’t want to get any blood on my carpet.”
Alley yanks hard on the cable, which she knows is unbreakable. Her struggles are futile, but she fights for freedom anyway. The doorbell goes off, and Lisa lightly glides her fingertips across the soaking-wet crotch of her panties.
The touch shoots jolts of pleasure into her body but quickly disappears as Lisa says, “Company is here. I’ll be right back, Slave.”
After the door opens and closes, Alley can hear Lisa asking, “Are you two sure this is within the rules?”
As her worst two nightmares enter the room, Stacie replies, “So what if it’s not? The cunt deserves this.”
Sarah asks, “So where does the cunt keep her whips?”
Alley mumbles behind her gag, “Please don’t. I’m sorry. Please!”
Stacie asks, “Did she just call us stupid bitches? I’m sure she just called us stupid bitches.”
Mumbling again, “No, no, I didn’t, please!”
Sarah slides her hand under Alley’s panties, “Holy fuck is she wet! She must be loving this!”
Alley’s gasp of pleasure and hips shooting forward instantly answer Sarah’s query. Unable to control herself, Alley struggles like crazy to rub her pussy against anything within reach.
Pulling her hand away quickly, Sarah comments, “Not a fucking chance Alley! You can play with yourself once you get back home. Oh, wait, you are home. And guess what? You still don’t get to play with yourself, cunt!”
Rolling out a large travel trunk on wheels, Stacie opens it up to expose Alley’s whole collection of pain-delivering toys. Tossing Lisa a switchblade, Stacie says, “Cut her panties and top off. They’re only going to lessen the pain, and we can’t have that happen, now can we.”
Alley struggles and fights as Lisa cuts both sides of her panties, causing them to fall to the floor faster than expected due to the weight of her juices. “This knife has two sharp edges, so I’d suggest holding still.”
She gasps again as the cold rushes in to attack the sweat-covered flesh of her now naked and exposed breasts. “Wow! Check out those nipples! They look clamp-ready to me.”
Sarah grabs some very familiar clothespins but goes for ten to teach Alley a lesson. Staring her straight in the eyes, Sarah says, “From experience, I can tell you they do hurt way worse coming off.”
Starting with Alley’s erect nipples, Sarah securely clamps all ten clothespins tightly onto her breasts, leaving Alley screaming into her gag in pain. As Alley fights her pain and bondage, she sees Stacie return to her trunk.
Returning first with a large black leather paddle, Stacie says, “You wish.” before tossing it aside and switching to a riding crop. “A leather paddle is beginner’s stuff.”
“Why don’t you two go get something to eat while I beat this bitch like there’s no tomorrow?”
Lisa commented, “I saw what she had in her fridge when she made me clean her whole fucking house. I’m sure there’s something just as good.”
Sarah and Lisa leave as Alley tries even harder to convince Stacie to stop her torture. “Mmmmmm!”
Her first through her tenth smack were directly upwards between Alley’s thighs! Every hit was as direct and painful as they possibly could be. Each hard smack of leather against her swollen clit brought pain to her body like she’s never felt before.
Alley is already in tears of pain as Stacie switches to a cane to whip her ass, but even that is not the most unbearable of things about to happen to her today.
“Hey, Stacie! You’re not going to believe what we found!”
Anger overrides her pain as she watches Lisa and Sarah rolling her chair bound, blindfolded, gagged, and ear-plugged Kyle out of his hiding spot.
Sarah slaps his hard cock twice, causing him to flinch and gasp each time from the pleasure-pain combination he’s been craving now for hours. “Look at how large and hard it is.”
Turning to Alley, Lisa adds, “You don’t deserve such a nice cock, you cunt!”
Alley’s muffled swearing is quickly stopped as Stacie unloads an extra long cat-o-nine across her firm and helpless ass. One hit, two hit, three, four! The count is lost rapidly as Alley’s head tips backward from the painful stings and burns.
Lisa asks, “What do you two think? Should I give him a blowjob better than she’s ever done? His cock looks so sad and neglected.”
Going over to the large desk in the corner of the room, Stacie digs through the drawers until she comments, “I have something even better.” Holding up a half dozen rubber bands.
“Hold his cock up, Lisa. I need better access.”
Lisa grabs and holds it straight up, as Sarah can’t help but caress his muscular chest. Kyle can’t help but enjoy this surprise gift Alley has got him. He knew that eventually, he wouldn’t just be left alone and ignored for days.
Alley screams into her gag the loudest yet as the hands of her three enemies are touching her husband’s helpless body.
Stretching the first rubber band over her nails, she opens her fingers like a makeshift elastrator. Alley is helpless to stop what’s happening, while Kyle still believes he’s in heaven and at the hands of three angels.
Stacie slides her open fingers and thumbs over his balls, causing pre-cum to glisten his throbbing tip. It’s the moment she releases the rubber band, and it snaps tightly around all sides of the top of his sack, that he lets out a yelp like a wounded animal.
He fights his bondage, as does Alley, but neither can escape, as Stacie repeats the process five more times. Each time, letting the snap be even more painful than the last, constricting the blood flow from his balls, more with each band.
As much pain and fear as he is in, Kyle can’t help but react to the hands tightly grasping his shaft, the two more hands caressing his nipples, and the last set of palms and fingers that have now cupped and grabbed his balls six times.
His load shoots hard and far above his head, splashing back down on himself and the trio of pleasure-pain givers. Alley screams into her gag, “I’m going to fucking kill you!” to the same trio that helped her husband to a record-breaking ejaculation.
It’s not until after his unbelievable orgasm that Kyle mentally questions how long the blood-depriving rubber bands will stay around his balls. A question that is also on Lisa’s mind.
“Shouldn’t you take those off now? His balls are looking real blue.”
Stacie replies, “Alley said she never wants kids, so aren’t we doing a public service by leaving them on?”
Sarah suggests, “How bout I make her cum while she watches her husband’s balls slowly die? That will make for a fascinating conversation between them in the future. Don’t you think?
‘Alley, what were you doing as my balls died from lack of blood?’ She would reply, ‘Orgasming harder than ever at the hand of a woman.’ I think that would be funny.”
Returning to Alley’s helpless flesh, Sarah’s magic fingers bring her soaking pussy and clitoris closer and closer to a mind-blowing orgasm. Alley keeps gesturing to get the rubber bands off Kyle’s balls, but her pleas go ignored.
Lisa is licking his shaft from the base to the tip, as Sarah is now kneeling between Alley’s thighs, licking her pussy and grabbing her ass. Stacie has switched to whipping Alley’s breasts so hard that Alley can’t even scream.
While licking Kyle’s shaft, she secretly attempts to remove the rubber bands but fails at every try. She almost has one end of the band stretched over his balls before it slips from her fingertip. This second-round snap is even more painful than the first, yet somehow leads to even more cum ejecting from his tip.
The pleasure of pain being forced on Alley’s body is also more than she can handle. Her orgasm is as violent as it is intense. Every muscle in her body struggles to become a part of the moment.
On the third attempt, Lisa gets one of the bands to break, looping around his blue ball sack before ending with a painful snap into the base of his shaft. He screams while, believe it or not, cums even more.
Alley’s forced orgasm and endless breast caning continue, causing her eyes to roll back into her head. Randomly, another clothespin would get caned of her chest, causing the most extreme of pain. Sure, her husband’s balls are about to die if she can’t help him, but at this moment, she doesn’t care!
As Stacie’s efforts continue whipping every non-red spot of Alley’s flesh, Sarah finds her self-pleasure with her free hand while tongue-lashing Alley to levels of pleasure she didn’t know existed.
Still not wanting Kyle’s balls to die, Lisa eventually gets the balance of the bands to break, each even more painful than the last. While Sarah and Stacie work alone, Lisa returns Kyle to where they found him.
Once in the closest, she spits on her palm and gives him several long, slow, and wet strokes, leaving him gasping and struggling for more. Kissing him on the forehead, she turns off his light and closes the door to the walk-in closet.
Returning to the main room, she grabs Stacie by the shoulders, spins her around, grabs her head, and plants the deepest and wettest kisses hard upon her lips. Stacie drops her whip and pushes Lisa onto her back while simultaneously sliding her hand inside her very wet panties.
Sarah switches to one in the stink and two in the pink while circling her thumb on Alley’s button like on her PlayStation controller when she’s running from Diablo.
Alley’s whole body shudders from the pleasure as she forgets that Kyle was even in the room with her. Opening her eyes to see he’s gone and likely still banded, she looks at Sarah in fear.
As Stacie quickly brings Lisa to a screaming orgasm, Lisa still finds a way to signal Alley that Kyle’s balls are okay. Relieved, Alley switches her energy towards enjoying every second of her down-below party being given to her by Sarah.
Their games rotate between pleasure, pain, frustration, and more until all of them are out of energy. Kyle was never brought back out, but Alley knew Lisa visited him whenever she left the room.
Alley was kept for safety reasons, strapped, locked, chained, or cabled until 48 hours were over. After the delivery team picked up the empty cage, Alley’s keys were tossed onto the floor before her cable was released, allowing her access to her freedom.
Alley’s top concern with the trio gone was Kyle, so she ran as quickly as her exhausted body would allow. Removing his gag, blindfold, and earplugs, Alley was about to apologize to him, but he spoke first.
“My fucking God, Alley! That was the best thing you’ve ever done for me! Can we Please? Please! Please! Do it again next week? I’ll buy you that car you’ve been wanting.”
Dear Ugly Bitches,
I am not afraid of you, your lack of bondage skills, or your wimpy attempts to punish me. I suggest the three of you bring your useless selves over here next Saturday to see if you can do better.
I’ll allow you to try again if you all promise to leave Kyle out of this.
Disrespectfully Yours, Sexy Cunt
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