The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 42 - Welcome To My Dungeon

Dusseldorf, March 1931

Kathi did not get involved in the unclipping and re-clipping of suspenders so that the three women could remove their knickers but she was an interested witness of the result. Jacqueline lifted the bottom fringe of her chemise to reattach her stockings and Kathi could see an untidy black bush of pubic hair covering her genitals whereas the dark brown patch on Romy’s prominent vulva looked as if it had been trimmed to keep it tidy. The lips of her labia, beneath her mons veneris, were folded in but, to Kathi’s astonishment, Ella’s vulva was completely bare of pubic hair and both the pink hood of her clitoris and her inner lips were protruding through the outer ones. Kathi looked at down at and saw that the swollen and crinkled lips of her own labia were pushing up through the damp tangle of ginger curls between her thighs.   

Pulled to her feet by Jacqueline, Kathi was led from the lounge into the passage outside with Romy in front and Ella bringing up the rear; clutching the glasses, the brandy and another bottle that she had grabbed from the bar. Kathi hoped that it was not Schnapps, which she hated, and her stomach gave a heave at the thought.

Towards the rear of the house, Romy opened a door, reached in to put the lights on and then stood back to let Kathi enter on her own. Kathi had only taken a few steps when she stopped and looked around in amazement; she was in a large room with banks of lights on the ceiling; black painted walls (even on the insides of the wooden shutters on the windows); a white scrubbed wooden floor but filled with the most extraordinary furniture and equipment that she had ever seen. The nearest that she could call to mind was a cross between an operating theatre and the torture chamber of any one of the villains in the horror films for which the German cinema was famous.  

Directly in front of her was a padded table, with a hinged end that was raised to form a back rest and straps and buckles dangling from the sides. Down the centre of the room stood an upright whipping frame; stocks; a pillory; a couple of padded forms and wooden horses, again with restraints, a metal barred cage and a large metal armchair. There were two more whipping frames fixed to the wall opposite and the end wall was taken up by a row of glass fronted wardrobes. The wall coming back to the door was lined with shelves, racks and cupboards.

Kathi wandered around the room, her nakedness forgotten and her heels clicking on the floorboards, feeling like one of the young children who came into her department at the Toyshop. Wide-eyed with wonder, she touched the furniture and looked at the cards inserted into the little brass frames on the wardrobe doors. Nurses; Maids; Nursery; Prison; School; Rubber; Leather; and Tarts were among the typed legends that she saw with Nazis written in pen on the last one. Then she saw the racks of whips, lashes, straps, paddles, and canes and Kathi licked her lips as she picked one that she liked up and then put it down again when she spotted a better item. Then were racks of leather belts, straps and metal handcuffs; shelves with rows of rubber butt plugs and dildos, coils of rope hanging from hooks and a black painted cabinet with a bolt of red lightning painted on it. Kathi was looking open mouthed at the last two glass cabinets, one containing what looked like metal surgical instruments and ugly clamps and crocodile clips and the other held bottles, syringes and needles, when she realised that she was back at the door and been watched silently by her three hosts.

“Do you like what you see?” Romy asked as she held out her glass for Ella to top up with brandy.

“Its unbelievable”, the awe struck Kathi replied. “Does all this belong to you three?”

Romy smiled, “This is just mine; Ella and Jacqueline have their own dungeons at home in Köln and Dortmund. Both much smaller of course”.

Ella stuck her tongue out at Romy and then, taking Kathi by the hand, led her back to the rack of whips.

“Would you like to try one out on me? I find a few cracks stimulating, besides, it’s my birthday and I’m in a generous mood. I shall expect to reciprocate of course”.

Kathi was too excited to pick up on the implications of the last sentence as she swept her eyes along the racks, trying to decide which one to use. Finally, she selected a long thin riding whip that quivered as she held it.

“Come on then”, Ella called out over her shoulder, as she bent forward over one of the low wooden horses. “Try and keep it on my bum and, if you’re going to miss, go lower. Take a couple of practice swings and taps first”.  Ella wiggled her lovely bare bum and then braced herself with her legs slightly apart so that Kathi had a good view of the puckered brown rose of Ella’s anus and her shaven vulva between the tops of her legs. Kathi found that her hand was shaking as she took up her stance behind and to the side of Ella’s rear and slowly brought the whip backwards and forwards to touch the bare buttocks a couple of times to make sure that she had the right distance. Then, drawing her arm right up, she brought it down as hard as she could. The whip struck high on Ella’s bottom and skidded upwards along her spine. The blonde gave a yelp of agony and shouted out; “Watch it! I told you to aim low!”

Nevertheless, there was a thin red line across her skin, marking where the whip had landed.

“Bend forward a little and start the whip from behind you, not from above”, Romy called out.

Kathi nodded and tried again, striking a diagonal line exactly where she wanted. Ella gave a strangled grunt. “That’s the place, now give me six there”.

Kathi obliged and began lashing Ella’s bottom.

“Whoa! Whoa! That’s enough! Can’t you count?” Romy snatched the whip from Kathi’s hand who looked at her blankly.

“What do you mean? I’ve only done a couple”. Kathi shook her head, to clear the red mist from her eyes and to try and stop the roaring in her ears. She realised that her chest was heaving, her body was dripping with sweat and there was a strange feeling in her sexual organs.

Romy looked at her strangely. “A couple? That was well over twelve. Didn’t you hear me telling you to stop? Look at Ella’s arse”.

Kathi blinked again and saw that Ella was standing up but was having to be supported by Jacqueline who was examining the criss- cross pattern of purple and red bruises on the other’s buttocks.

“I don’t remember”, Kathi said. “Once I started, time just seemed to stand still”.

“Not bad shooting”, Jacqueline commented. “All on target except for the last one when Ella was trying to crawl over the top of the horse”. She indicated a purple line across the backs of Ella’s thighs, just above her stocking tops.

“Christ Kathi, I was screaming at you to stop, even Romy has never hit me that hard and she’s got the strongest arm that I know”.  Ella downed a glass of brandy and then hobbled down the room to examine her bruised buttocks in one of the mirrors on the fronts of the wardrobes. On the way back, she selected a cane of the rack on the wall and swished it a couple of times in the air.

“Now it’s my turn”, she said with satisfaction. Kathi, horrified, realised that she was now to be the victim and dimly remembered that she had not objected when Ella had used the word reciprocate.

Trembling with fear, Kathi bent over the wooden horse, gripped the legs on the far side, braced her own legs on the floor and gritted her teeth.

A swish in the air was followed by the most blinding pain that she had ever felt and she could not hold back the scream that seemed to rise from the pit of her stomach. More followed, the pain from each succeeding blow merging into the agony that was rolling over her body like the waves on a shore. As suddenly as they began, the blows ceased but Kathi remained in position, sweat and tears dripping from her hair and her eyes, and unable to order her nerves to move her muscles because of the pain coursing them. Surprisingly, she felt nothing in her buttocks; the area that had been assaulted was just numb, it was the rest of her body that was suffering. Then she felt fingers touching the area between her anus and the bottom of her vulva, nails digging in slightly and then moving up to scratch and stroke at her swollen and very sensitive labia. Kathi gasped as her outer lips were parted and the inner ones were pinched and twisted. Two fingers moved in and out in a steady motion and a thumb flicked and pressed at her clitoris. Kathi’s head shot upright, beads of sweat flicking from the ends of her copper hair, and she shrieked when a finger nail poked at the muscles of her sphincter. A new feeling was overtaking the pain in her already oversensitive nervous system, this time it was one of warmth and pleasure. Spreading out from her groin, she felt her nipples grow and harden and the toes of her shoes started to beat a tattoo on the wooden floor. Hands helped her to her feet and she was lifted, to lay on her back with her legs apart, onto the padded table. Something soft, warm and wet was now touching her labia as well as the fingers massaging her clitoris and the fingernail scratching at her sphincter. Kathi opened her eyes to see Jacqueline’s head bent over her groin, her black hair falling forward to hide most of her face, but her tongue could be seen probing and licking between the open lips of Kathi’s labia. Romy stood at the end of the table, holding a glass and a bottle and watching with amused interest.

Now Kathi had lost control of her body as she began shuddering, her clenched fits rose in the air, her back arched and her knees jerked so much that Romy had to put the glass and bottle down so that she could grasp Kathi’s ankles. Jacqueline raised and turned her head slightly so that she look at Kathi’s face, a sly smile on her face which turned to puzzlement as her fingers probed deeper into the girl’s vagina. Suddenly, as if she had been plunged into a bath of cold water, Kathi’s whole body spasmed, a long groan came from her throat and a fountain of water shot up from her vulva. Jacqueline quickly got her open mouth over the labial opening and, as the pressure eased, Kathi as if she was being sucked dry by the older woman. At last, Kathi’s limbs stopped trembling although Jacqueline’s tongue continued to lick in and around the vulva, but she was soaking with sweat and felt weak and drained.

“Here, drink this”, Romy was alongside Kathi’s head holding out a glass of brown liquid. As Jacqueline at last stood up, licking at her wide lips, Kathi took the glass with fingers that were threatening not to obey her command and drained it in one go. She soon realised her mistake as a fire burned in her throat and gullet, bright red rockets exploded behind her eyes and her brain felt as if a hammer had struck her forehead. Kathi opened her mouth to try and suck in cool air as she saw the Bärenjäger label, that honey sweetened vodka liqueur, on the bottle. 

“Well done, you took that well. Ella says she hasn’t hit anyone has hard since a Brownshirt in the SA tried to shit on her”.  Romy tried to refill the glass but the coughing Kathi waved her away and Romy gave her a slap on the back.

“Did you enjoy Jacqueline? She does the best cunnilingus of us all. I bet that that no other female has been as good as that for you before”.

“I’ve never been with a woman before”, Kathi croaked as Ella was clambering onto the padded table with a huge black rubber dildo protruding from a harness strapped round her waist and the tops of her legs.

“Well, lets see if this is as big as you’ve had before,” Ella laughed wickedly as she knelt on the end of the table and began forcing Kathi’s knees apart. Kathi wanted to scream in protest but the burnt lining of her throat would emit no more than a husky whimper.

Jacqueline grasped Romy’s arm and whispered urgently in her ear and, just as Ella’s hands were pinning Kathi’s shoulders against the back rest and the tip of the dildo was poised over the shocked girl’s groin, Romy’s voice roared out.

“You can’t do that Ella, the girl’s still a virgin!”

Ella froze, looked round at Romy, muttered “Shit” and then knelt upright. “I’m sorry, Kathi. I didn’t know”. She reached out to touch Kathi’s copper hair and noticed the motionless girl’s open mouth and glazed eyes.

“Hey Romy, I think she might have fainted”.

“Oh bollocks!” Romy muttered. “Come on Jacqueline, we had better put her to bed. Switch the lights off and bring that bottle and your dildo, Ella. I still want to get drunk and be fucked tonight!”



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