My Dice Game Pt. 02

"Hi Maggie!"

"Hi! How did it go, Leib?" She always called me Leib. She sounded excited

"It's... err... I've not quite... you know... he's still tied up at the moment..." I was a bit dazed by my orgasm.

"Sorry! Oh shit! Are you still... is he... you know...?" She sounded embarrassed, but still excited.

I looked over to the bed. Poor Kevin was recovering from my punches when he'd been expecting me to wank him off.

"Well, yes... I was just... we were just... finishing."

"OK. Sorry! I was just phoning to say I got the photos OK." She laughed. "So... he's still... you know... tied up and stuff?"

I smiled at her obvious interest.

"Yeah!" I grinned at him. "Just waiting for me to finally wank him off." I laughed.

His eyes managed to focus on me. He'd heard me. His cock was hard again.

"Hello?"

She'd gone quiet.

"Sorry! I was... I was just... I mean... can I... can I come over?"

"What? Now?"

"Well... yeah! Can I... like... have a go? Before you let him go? Oh come on Leib, you can't have all the fun to yourself! Be fair!"

"He's just lying here waiting for you, Mags! He isn't going anywhere." I smiled down at him.

She laughed. "OK! I'll be over in ten?"

"OK. See you in a bit!" I put my phone back on the dresser. Sauntered slowly back to the bed. Stood towering over him. Still surprised by the effect I had on his penis, bobbing expectantly.

"I'm really sorry, Kevin... it's just that... Mags is my best friend, and... you know... anyway! There you go. She's coming over to... you know... she wants to play!"

"But... but... please? Oh god, please! Oh please let me go?" he almost sobbed.

"Aww! Don't worry! She's just curious, just wants a little play. She likes those photos!"

"But... oh please..."

"Oh shush! I'll leave you to relax for a bit, take a break, OK?"

I leaned down and traced a fingernail down his cock. It was still springing up tight and hard. Amazing!

I put on my bathrobe, went downstairs all excited and made myself a coffee. Gave him some time to recover before Maggie came over. I needed a break. Suppose he did as well.

I must admit I was thrilled by this little development. And intrigued.

I thought my best friend had never really understood my obsessive fantasies about ballbusting. But she'd gone along with me - a bit horrified I thought - when I'd suggested my plan for Kevin to her. For me to actually trick him into getting me to tie him up. And then to really torture his balls. And take a couple of photos so he'd be quiet about it afterwards. She really thought I was a bit of a pervert, but she said she loved me anyway.

So I hadn't really expected her to want to join in. But now she'd phoned me just as I was about to let Kevin cum. Uncanny timing! Maybe a good omen. Not for sunbeam, of course!

The doorbell rang. That was quick!

I opened the door.

"Hi Maggie! Lovely to see you! Come in!"

"Hi Lieb? Is it OK? You don't mind?"

"Oh, come on in!" I stood aside.

She smiled down at me.

I haven't really told you about Maggie, have I?

We've known each other for a good few years. She's taller than me and a bit bigger. It was Maggie who got me interested in going to the gym in the first place. She was always down there, going on about what heavier weights she could use week to week. But she didn't seem to put on any extra muscle. She was just big and well-built anyway.

She glanced up the stairs.

"Is he... you know... still tied up and stuff?"

I smiled back.

"Oh yeah! Do you really want to... are you sure you really want to... you know... join in our little game?"

She laughed.

"Well I thought I'd... you know... give it a try, Lieb! If that's OK with you?"

"Course it is, Mags! Shall we get a bit more comfortable?" I slipped my bathrobe off and put it on the chair. She got the message, grinning, and put her clothes on top of mine. She looked amazing.

We were going to have some fun!

Soon we were upstairs. Kevin's eyes widened when he saw Maggie.

"Oh shit! No, please!"

The look on his face just made us both burst out laughing.

"Wow! I've never seen balls go that red! Hi... Kevin isn't it? I'm Maggie."

"I... I... please don't... you can't do this to me! I mean, I'm sorry I..."

Maggie glanced at me. She looked uncertain. I just strode over to him and smacked him in the balls. He yelped in pain. Maggie laughed.

"Wow! Can I...?"

"That's what you came over for!" I grinned. "Your turn!" I stepped aside. "Give him a hard one, it's OK!"

"Really? OK then..."

No! Please!"

She gave his balls a really hard slap. He screamed. She looked over towards me.

"Wow! That was hard! How hard could you squeeze them?"

"Squeeze them? I've got a pretty strong grip Kevin, I warn you!"

"No! No! Please!"

"Go on Mags!" My finger was back at my cunt of course.

He had no chance!

He thrashed around yelling and sobbing but couldn't escape her powerful grip. I had a fantastic view of her working him over, the muscles in her forearms clenching tight.

Maggie was squeezing his balls in both hands, squashing them together, laughing at his pain.

I was in a bit of a daze as my finger worked away. This had turned out so much better than I'd imagined.

Maggie had surprised me, to be honest.

I hadn't expected her to turn up. Maybe I sort of wished she might. Maybe that's why I sent her the photos. Hoping that would get her interested. I've always been envious of her more powerful build.

And now here she was. Enjoying herself!

We'd sometimes talked about it. Best friends talk about all sorts of weird stuff, don't they? But like I said, she wasn't really into this as much as I was. I'd always been wanting to dominate. To be in control. To make some guy suffer.

And she'd just laughed and thought I was a bit of a perv. I didn't mind. It seemed to amuse her.

But I'd eventually decided to do something about my fantasies if I had the chance.

So here we were.

I'd fooled him into letting me tie him up. He'd just been expecting some kinky bondage shagging and wanking and stuff. He'd agreed to be tied up this time after I'd let him tie me and shag me last time, remember. He'd been so concerned, so gentle. Went along with my requests. Quite enjoyed my pervy kinks, he said. Quite turned him on.

I couldn't help myself. I was quite turned on by now. Maggie wasn't holding back. She was enjoying hurting him! I was so pleased! He was screaming.

I came - waves of ecstasy gushed through my body, my being. My cries of delight counterpointed with Kevin's cries of agony as Maggie continued mashing his balls in her powerful hands and I just stared, watching the muscles flex and tense in her powerful frame as she made him scream more and more.

She turned round and grinned at me as I came. She continued squeezing his balls, ignoring his cries.

I almost felt sorry for Kevin, watching him writhing in agony, begging and sobbing.

"Hey, Mags...?"

She relaxed her punishing grip.

"What, Lieb?"

OK I felt sorry for poor Kevin. But not that sorry. This was an opportunity I couldn't resist. And he was just a fool to get himself in this situation after all.

"I was just thinking... sunbeam... how about if we untied you now?"

"I... I... please, oh please!" he gasped.

Maggie shot me a quizzical glance.

"Sunbeam?" she asked. I felt a bit embarrassed.

"Well... you know.. whatever! OK sunbeam maybe we'll keep you tied up, but get you off the bed. I'll hold you up while Maggie gives your balls a good kicking. That OK, Mags?

"Oh, yeah! You sure you don't mind? Don't you want to..." she smiled at him "... you know... hurt 'sunbeam' a bit more yourself?"

I laughed.

She could read me like a book, as they say. A book about a female sadist. Explicit. Wonderful. Maybe I'd write it.

"It's OK! You do him first, then I'll have a go while you hold him up."

He'd gone very quiet. Well, comparatively. Still gasping and moaning after Maggie's ministrations.

I don't think he'd really heard our conversation.

So he was sort of surprised, confused and relieved when I began to untie him from the bed. I untied his hands from the posts, but bound them together before he had the chance to free himself. We'd weakened him, for sure.

Nevertheless he tried to fight me, feebly, but a well-placed punch in the stomach from Maggie put a stop to that.

It made it more difficult to hold him up, though. But I managed.

Maggie was ready. She looked like she was going to kick him hard. I looked up into her eyes. They were focused on his balls. I stared at her heavy legs, feeling myself getting moist again.

I braced myself.

He was trying to twist around to protect himself but I had him tight in a headlock, pulling him upright.

Maggie smiled at me.

"OK Lieb? You ready?"

"Yeah!" I leaned into him.

I didn't see it coming. Neither did he. Maggie's foot lashed into his balls with a resounding thwack as hard foot met soft flesh.

I staggered back a little, then held him up as he tried to crumple to the floor. He was almost dead weight, but I still had him tight round the throat.

"Ready again, Lieb?" Maggie touched his shoulders with her fingertips for balance. I didn't feel her weight.

"Oh yeah!" I held firm. He was choking a bit.

This time she swung her leg back before blasting him in the balls.

I was knocked back with the force of her kick this time, and had to let him drop to the floor to keep my balance.

"Christ, Maggie!"

"What?" she grinned at me, the muscles in her legs rippling and flexing as she shook her foot. That must have stung her.

I looked down at him, curled up on the floor, writhing and whining.

Looked at Maggie.

We both burst out laughing.

"OK Lieb! It's your turn now!"

Maggie bent down and just picked Kevin off the ground. Got round behind him and got him in a headlock like I'd done. But she was taller. Stronger. She stretched him up onto tip-toe.

I wanted to hurt him like Maggie had. I knew I wouldn't be able to kick him as hard as she'd done. I just didn't have the strength or weight. But then I had an idea.

"Hang on a minute, Mags. How about if I... if I go and put my boots on? Then I can really kick him hard!"

She laughed and relaxed her hold round his neck, but still held him up. He began to breathe. Harsh gasps.

"Sounds fantastic! We'll just wait here, won't we Kevin?" She wrenched his neck, making him cry out. I flinched. I was surprised she was being so... so cruel. This was such an amazing treat! Actually sharing my fantasies with my best friend.

"Sorry, sunbeam! But I've just got to have my go, OK? With my boots." I lifted my fingers to his tear-stained cheek. "Like I wanted to do earlier, hmm?"

The look he gave me was priceless. It made me tingle.

"This won't take a minute, Mags!"

She nodded, still holding him stretched on tip-toe. Gave his neck another wrenching twist. His scream was cut off as she tightened her arm round his throat.

"OK" she said.

I walked over to the wardrobe and opened the door. The smell of polished leather wafted into the room. I took out the boots. They were quite heavy. I loved the thick soles and high heels, the black leather, the studs and straps.

I put them on. Stood up. Looked down at my legs. They weren't as thick and bulky as Maggie's. But they were still pretty good - lean and muscular.

I strode back to Kevin. Now I was almost as tall as Maggie, and I was looking down at him.

He looked up at me, desperate to beg for mercy. But Maggie still had him on his toes, holding him steady for me. He couldn't speak.

I smiled. Stepped back a pace. Then kicked him hard in the balls.

I gasped with pleasure as he doubled-up, or tried to. Maggie still held him upright, thrashing around in pain. I kicked him hard again.

Maggie held him rock-solid. She took the force of my brutal kick. Hardly flinched. Held him up with her arm round his neck, hauling him upright as his body convulsed in pain. He doubled-up, feet off the ground, but she held on, held him up taking all his weight.

After all this time I'd finally kicked a guy in the balls with my gorgeous boots! Twice! It was such a thrill, a shiver of pure pleasure and cruelty. I watched as Maggie choked him, holding him up by her strong arm round his neck as he struggled in fear and agony.

He was helpless. Kicking in the air.

She threw him to the ground.

He hit the carpet hard, face down. I winced. But before I had time to wonder if we were going a bit too far now, Maggie had dropped her full weight down on him with her knees smashing into his back.

The air shot out of his lungs in a harsh wheeze.

She knelt on his back, swaying side-to-side, arms out for balance, crushing and grinding down on him. She was so heavy!

I was just watching - fascinated and so turned on.

His moans became weaker. He began to struggle less and less. But I could still sense his delicious and devastating torment. I was tingling all over again.

Then Maggie paused. Shuffled her weight and her knees around on him. Straddled him. Knelt up, then dropped herself onto his tortured back. He cried out. She rode him with her cunt. Harder and harder. Until she came, banging herself down again and again onto his beaten body.

Eventually, she was finished. So was he.

He'd gone quiet. And still. Too still.

"I think he's passed out, Lieb!" She sounded a bit alarmed and disappointed.

"Let's sit him up..." I wasn't too worried. He was till breathing.

We sat him up and supported him. He was limp in every sense of the word.

"Do you think we've gone too far, Lieb?" There was a note of concern in her voice, but also fascination.

"I don't know. Give him a minute..."

His body shuddered and twitched and then his eyes opened, uncomprehending at first.

"What...?"

"Ah! Back with us! You gave us a scare there! Carry on Mags!"

"Are you sure?"

I'd had some medical training. His breathing was returning to normal, his eyes focusing. He looked bewildered, then terrified.

"Oh please don't... no more..." he gasped weakly.

"Yes he's fine!"

"You sure?"

"Oh wow yes please Mags!" My cunt was tingling again.

"OK then!" she laughed.

We gently lowered him back to the floor and Maggie sat astride him again, settled, panting and grinning. He was moaning under her weight. She gently rocked herself on top of him. Made him groan to the rhythm of her movements.

"Phew, Lieb! That was good! Shall we... you know... do his balls a bit more now?"

She ground herself down on him a bit harder. He cried out. She looked up at me with a wide and wicked smile. She wasn't done yet.

I grinned at her and nodded. Why not? She was really getting into this. She was such a star!

"OK! What do you want to do, then?"

She climbed off him and stood up next to me. He slowly curled up into a groaning ball, arms still tied behind him, his back and spine battered from her treatment. Barefoot, Maggie was still a little bit taller than me in my high-heeled boots. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. Could smell her sweat, her pungent sex.

We both looked down at him writhing on the floor.

"What do I want to do, Lieb? Oh, I don't know! Let's try something different! Like... a bit of a game or something?"

"A bit of a game? You got something in mind, Mags?"

She grinned.

"Maybe! How about if... if we each grabbed a ball and see who can squeeze hardest? Bet I can squeeze his balls harder than you can! See if we can... make him pass out again? Maybe?"

I had no doubt who would win. But it would be a fun game to play, anyway.

"Sounds good! Let's do it!"

It didn't take long before we'd lifted him back onto the bed. Untied his hands (no resistance this time) then re-tied him spread-eagled, stretched, to the bedposts. He was begging and sobbing for mercy. But Maggie wanted to carry on. And I didn't want to let her down.

So we sat either side of him on the bed.

I took hold of his cock. Began giving it a friendly rub. He responded. It got harder. I slowed down.

Maggie looked on, fascinated.

"Can I...?"

I let go. He groaned in frustration again.

"Be my guest!"

She took his cock in her big hand. Wrapped her hot hard fingers round it. Began stroking him. He was still hard. He got harder.

He began writhing and bucking as she worked on him. I really thought she was going to make him come right there and then.

But she didn't.

She let go of his dribbling and frustrated cock. Sat back and ran her fingers through her hair. The way her breasts swayed made me hot. Didn't know what it was like for poor Kevin, but he groaned.

"OK then. I'll have this one!" She moved both hands, grabbed one ball.

I grinned. Grabbed the other.

We were just holding on, not hard. But he was already screaming.

"You ready, Lieb?"

I was ready. I nodded to her, smiling. We started squeezing.

It was a bit tricky at first, with both of us competing for a good grip.

One ball or another sometimes popped out of our grasp. That made him yell!

It made us laugh!

We were both enjoying this, working on him together. Falling into a rhythm. Sometimes we'd both be squeezing as hard as we could, when we got a really firm grip.

Sometimes we'd alternate squeezes on one ball then the other. Harder or softer. We just played around, trying to amuse and surprise each other. OK, it got a bit competitive.

He screamed and begged us to stop.

We sometimes let him take a little breather, a break, until he settled down a bit. We didn't want him to pass out and spoil it again but we wanted to carry on hurting him

Then one of us would start on his balls again, and the other would join in with relish.

I was pleased and surprised that I seemed to be causing just as much pain as Maggie. His balls must have been really sore!

I dug my thumbnails into the one I was holding.

Maggie smiled and did the same with the one she had in her powerful grip.

His screams reached a new pitch.

I was seriously tingling again! The excitement made me squeeze and dig in harder, deeper.

Maggie laughed when she saw what I was doing, the effort I was putting into it.

"Hey, Lieb! You don't want to... do yourself an injury OK? Steady on!"

She let go of her ball and sat back, smiling at me.

I let go of his ball, grinning, a bit sort of embarrassed. Shook my arms out. My muscles were getting a bit cramped, to be honest, now she'd mentioned it.

"Hey! Look at him Lieb! Look at that wet face. He's crying! Look what you've done to him, you cruel thing! Is she being too... horrible to you, Kevin, you poor thing?"

He couldn't speak. It was just groans by now. Raspy groans. From the screaming.

OK. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time we finished. For now. Let him go before we went too far. Had to stop somewhere. Didn't want to injure him. Not really. Hurt him and torture him, yes. But we had to draw the line somewhere. Had to be reasonable and everything.

And we just had to do this again!

"OK Maggie, I guess you're right"

"Really, Lieb? OK. But... I still bet I can squeeze harder than you! Just watch!"

She grinned, mischievously. Sat upright. Gave her own solid arms a quick shake, making her muscles ripple, flexed her hands and forearms and grabbed his ball again.

I watched. Mesmerised. Panting. Getting hotter and hotter as she squeezed harder and harder.

Then she began popping his ball again, crushing it until it agonizingly shot out of her grip. Again and again.

He was screaming.

I felt every brutal pop myself, throbbing with each one.

I started groaning.

My orgasm was building up in increasing waves. I used my fingers to surf the swell, riding it as she carried on torturing him.

Then I came and came and tumbled into delicious swirling waters of ecstasy, his screams ringing in my ears like blasphemous church bells. Or something. Phew! It was a bit like that. My head was in a different place. It was poetry.

Maggie was grinning at me. She'd let go of him. Her hand was between her legs.

"Was that good, Lieb?" her eyes twinkled.

I nodded, smiling.

"Yes! Thank you! Quite nice!"

We both laughed.

Then she stood up from the bed, one hand still between her legs.

"My turn now, Lieb!"

I didn't know what she meant, just smiled back at her encouragingly. My cunt was still tingling.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, sat down on his stomach facing him. She smiled down at him as she let her weight settle, knees either side.

His breath was pressed out of him under her weight. He was struggling to breathe now. She started rocking on him, pressing her cunt down on his gasping stomach.

She began panting a little. She spread her thighs more and ground down harder, rocking herself with more abandon.

She was a magnificent sight!

Then she stopped. Laughed. Raised herself up on her knees, towering over him on the bed. He gulped in air, relieved of her crushing weight.

I thought she was just going to drop back down on him or something, but she didn't. Instead, she dropped forwards onto her arms so that she was completely over him, dwarfing his puny body beneath her.

"Lieb?"

I realised Maggie had been saying something. She'd turned to look at me.

"I... what?"

She laughed.

"I was wondering if you could... if you could make him scream, Lieb? Make him scream into my cunt? I'd love to feel that!"

I came out of my daze.

"Yes! OK! Sure, Lieb!" I grinned. Flexed my arms and hands. They felt fine.

I took a deep breath, savouring the moment. His spread-eagled legs, his vulnerable and bruised balls. Maggie.

I drew my arm back, then punched him hard in the balls again.

He bucked and shuddered violently, but his screams were muffled under Maggie's weight.

"Hmmm! Lovely! Carry on, Lieb!"

So I did. Kept on punching his tenderised balls. Maggie kept grinding away on his engulfed face.

"Oh yes, Lieb!" she panted. "Yes! Come on! Harder!"

I laughed, then began punching with more force, putting my weight into it.

"Oh, Lieb, yes... Yes... YESSS! Ohhhh! Oh yes! Oh..." Now she was just bouncing on his face, dropping her cunt down again and again as he tried to breathe and scream and beg all at the same time in the moments his mouth was free of her pulverizing weight. I carried on punching, matching my rhythm to hers, as she satisfied herself.

Eventually she slowed, then just settled down on him with a deeply blissful sigh.

"Phew!"

I punched his balls hard one last time. Just because I wanted to.

It hurt.

I rubbed my knuckles.

"So... was that good, then, Maggie?"

"Good? Yes, it was... quite nice, thank you!"

When we'd finished laughing, Maggie reluctantly climbed off her smothered victim.

He was a bit of a mess. He'd had a nosebleed and it was smeared all over his face. He was still gagging after my last punch. Or the several before it. Whatever. Gasping desperately for air.

Maggie looked down at her thick thighs. There was blood on them.

For some reason, that really made me tingle. Her power. My power. His suffering. His balls didn't look too good, either. They'd gone a sort of purpley-red and looked a bit swollen.

The three of us were certainly going to remember this little session! My knuckles still hurt.

Maggie looked at me. We grinned at each other.

"Do you think we should... should untie him now, Lieb?"

I gave a mock sigh.

"I suppose so!"

We had another fit of giggles, and began loosening his bonds.

"Hang on a minute, Lieb!" We hadn't finished untying him.

"What?"

"I just want to..."

Maggie wrapped her fingers and thumb around his cock. Gently massaged it. Got it hard, straining.

Began wanking him off.

He groaned with pleasure, despite his crushed balls, his battered face.

"I'm just going to make him come, Lieb... is that OK?"

"I suppose so, Mags! If you really want to! But you don't have to... you know?"

"I know, but... but we've been a bit... cruel... haven't we?"

He was groaning and panting as she built up his orgasm.

Then she slowed down, grinning, keeping him teetering on the edge. Just held his dribbling cock.

"Hmmm? Were we a bit too nasty to you?"

"I... oh... please!" he gasped.

"Aha! It speaks!"

"... please...?"

She began rubbing his cock up and down again, the muscles in her arms flexing and bunching.

"Do you want me to make you come, Kevin?" her arm carrying on pumping, his cock glistening.

Then she stopped, holding the skin back tight on his throbbing cock. He thrashed around a bit. This was amazing! She was so deliciously sadistic! Poor Kevin!

"Hmmm? You want me to make you come?"

"I... oh... oh yes! Oh please...!"

She looked at me, still holding his skin taut.

"Lieb?"

I laughed.

"If you want to!"

"OK!"

Her hand began working on him again. She was gentle. But relentless. Soon she had him groaning and panting, his whole body shuddering with the orgasm she was building.

"You sure you want me to make him come, Lieb?" she grinned, slowing down carefully.

I let out a gasp, not realising I'd been holding my breath. And playing with myself.

"Oh come on Maggie!"

"What?" she slowed down a little more. Kevin was writhing, moaning, begging, pleading, sobbing.

"Just... just finish the poor sod off! Let him come, for god's sake!" I laughed. "Just look at him!"

We looked at him. Blood and tears on his face. Hope and pain in his eyes as they implored Maggie to continue, to let his pent-up orgasm unfold in all its power in her hands.

Oh, I could imagine how he was feeling! I even groaned when she took her hand off his cock, left his erection bobbing and dribbling, left him moaning in frustration again.

"Sorry, Lieb! Were you enjoying that?" she laughed. "OK, I'll make him come. I'm going to milk him dry! I'm going to squeeze every last drop of cum out of your poor balls, Kevin! Ready?"

She took his cock in hand again, waiting.

"Are you ready now Kevin? Do you really want me to make you cum now?"

He gasped loudly.

"Oh Maggie! Oh please!"

"OK then. This might hurt though! But I think you'll probably cum. You might not like it. But here goes!"

Looking back, he should have asked her there and then to let him go, to untie him, let him get dressed and go home. She gave his straining cock a few slow strokes. His body was trembling with desire, he was gasping. Slowly, slower.

Then she moved her hand down to his bruised balls, letting it slide gently over them. And around them.

He was gagging in frustration.

"I really hope this makes you come, Kevin! I really want to milk your balls dry!"

Then she started.

She took his balls in a crushing grip, then viciously began tugging them up and down and from side to side, throwing her weight into it, her muscular arms.

He screamed and screamed but she didn't stop. She just wrenched his balls harder.

His erection was flopping around all over the place, slapping against his stomach, his thighs, as Maggie carried on.

He started ejaculating. He screamed even louder.

She laughed, squeezing and wrenching his balls and cock around harder and harder. His cum flew all over the place, splattering us both.

"Sorry, Lieb! You like this, sunbeam? Hmmm? Yes you do!""

It really looked like she was trying to rip his balls off. It must have felt like it. It certainly sounded like it!

"Is that all? Hmmm?" she pumped and tugged harder, oblivious to his pain. Just squeezing out the last drops of cum as she'd said she would.

I felt myself gushing, groaning.

Maggie laughed in delight, then went back to working on his cock and balls. He couldn't even get hard now, but she carried on crushing and pulling his empty balls, still using her weight and power.

His screams were even worse. Then he shuddered and went limp.

"Oops! There he goes again!" We both laughed and waited for him to recover.

He was sobbing when we untied him. Let him sit up. Helped him onto the edge of the bed so he could put his feet down on the floor, doubling up, retching.

Maggie held him while I went and got his clothes.

We made him get dressed. Didn't let him shower or anything.

Didn't help. Just watched as he struggled.

He painfully stood sort of upright, stooping a bit. Finally dressed again. A bit unsteady and looking dazed.

"You've still got blood on your face" I observed.

He looked bewildered for a moment, then rubbed a sleeve across his face. It didn't really help much. Never mind, I thought.

"If anyone sees you, just say you've been mugged or something, OK? Didn't see who it was"

"OK" he mumbled in a broken voice, clearly terrified and not sure if we were really going to let him go.

"Come on down the stairs now."

We led him along the landing to the stairs. He was unsteady. We helped him down them carefully. To the front door.

"Off you go then, Kevin! Thanks for... coming!"

We laughed as he fumbled for the doorcatch. Opened the door, and hobbled out as quick as he could, before we changed our minds. I slammed the door shut on him.

We just looked at each other and burst out laughing. We hugged. Maggie hugged me a bit hard and I gasped.

"Sorry Lieb!" she let me go. "I forget my own strength sometimes!"

"You're telling me!" I took a deep breath, ribs aching a bit from her loving embrace.

We laughed some more.

"Sorry! Lieb, I... I want us to do this again Lieb. I really do! Shall we?"

I'd been wondering myself. I mean, we had been quite cruel and nasty to poor old Kevin. He was going to be in pain for a few days at least by the look of him. And I don't know what we'd done to his head. Getting so thoroughly beaten up and tortured by two gorgeous women, the pain and the sexual frustration. Wow!

I beamed back at her.

"Why not! I quite liked Kevin, he was OK even if he cheated on his wife too many times. But there's that real dickhead at the gym we could do something to. "

"Do you mean that blonde bloke who fancies himself as a bodybuilder? Simon or something?"

"Yes! Him! Thinks he's God's gift and everything! It would be so good to get him over here for a bit of fun! Well, we'll enjoy ourselves anyway!"