"SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..WHAP!" Fredrick hit the floor sobbing. "I will not tolerate incompetence Fredrick. You should know that by now. When I assign a duty to you I expect it to be performed correctly and efficiently. I have repeatedly shown you how to hang up my things. They are to be placed in the proper order and above all handled with care. I am sick and tired of constantly finding them out of position and badly wrinkled. So I'm going to beat some sense into that idiotic head of yours until you learn to do it right. Now get your ass up." Veronica ordered her trembling husband. "I'm sorry Veronica please don't beat me. You have so many beautiful things it's hard to keep them straight. I promise to do a better job from now on. Just don't beat me. Please Veronica have mercy." Her frightened husband pleaded. "I've heard that once to often Fredrick. Now get up and take your punishment. This time you'll learn or else."

Heavy tears were running down Fredrick's already swollen cheeks when he slowly climbed to his feet. Refusing to obey her command would only make the beating he was about to receive much worse. And attempting to fight back and hopefully save himself from a terrible beating would be committing suicide. So he picked himself up and fearfully faced his pissed off, domineering wife. Veronica didn't waste any time. Fredrick needed to be disciplined for his ridiculous behavior and she loved putting him in his place with a passion. "SMACK!..SMACK!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" Her hard fists quickly bruised up his face. But the head splitting kicks that followed was her favorite weapon of choice. Her beautiful long legs were capable of delivering powerful kicks that were devastatingly painful. No male could stand up to the brutal punishment her gorgeous legs could dish out. They were simply to strong.

"WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" Fredrick's head was whipping from side to side like he had no control over it. Tears and blood were flying in every direction while Veronica kicked her poor husband around the bedroom. Which thoroughly aroused the beautiful dark haired female. She could feel the wetness seeping past her dainty thong panties and soaking her smooth thighs. There was something about feeling her bare foot smash against a males face that gave her more pleasure then sex ever did. It was so erotic it made her perfectly shaped body tingle all over. The orgasms she experienced while kicking the shit out of a male were the absolute best. She would never get her fill of them. "WHAP!" Her foot slammed into Fredrick's badly swollen face and knocked him clean off of his feet. He landed on the bed in a spread eagled position and didn't make a sound. The severely beaten man was out cold. "That should teach you I mean business. You better learn to handle my things properly or I'll kick you half to death you pathetic wimp." She scolded her unconscious husband.

Veronica scolding her badly beaten unconscious husband.

Veronica was still upset over Fredrick's inability to follow her orders correctly so she decided to go over some contracts she was negotiating for her lucrative Advertising Firm. Hopefully burying herself in work would take her mind off of her troubles. She retired to her den which she used as a home office and opened the file cabinet to retrieve the documents. Anger quickly filled her gorgeous body when she saw the jumbled mess in the drawer. Another foolish male who was incapable of following simple orders was about to be disciplined. "STEPHEN! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her frightened step son scurried to the den shaking like a leaf. He didn't know what he had done to make her angry. But when she used that tone of voice, it usually meant he would soon be in excruciating pain. He was nearly in tears when he entered the room.

"Yes V.Veronica." He stammered. "This cabinet drawer is a complete mess. How many times must I tell you to keep things neat and tidy. You're just as stupid as your God damn father. I'm surrounded by morons who can't seem to learn a simple task. Fortunately I have a cure for your lack of intelligence." She said as she grabbed him by the throat. "I'm s.sorry. Please V.Veronica I'm s.sorry." The frightened young man gasped. "You bet your ass you're sorry. But not as sorry as you're going to be. I can guarantee that you little bastard." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Stephen's eye, nose, and mouth were in a great deal of pain. And Veronica was only getting started. "You two must be completely retarded." "SMACK!" "I have to constantly look over your shoulder to make sure things are done to my satisfaction." "SMACK!" "It's like I'm nothing more then a baby sitter." "SMACK!" "And I've had enough." "SMACK!" "IS THAT CLEAR WIMP!" "CRACK!"

The teeth shattering uppercut sent Stephen's muscular body flying. He slammed into the floor and bounced like a big rubber ball before he crashed into the wall. "SLAM!" Veronica dragged the whimpering man to his feet and went to work on him with her fantastic looking legs. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" Poor Stephen was staggering around the room like a drunk. His face rapidly began to swell and he pleadingly began to beg. But Veronica wasn't in the mood to show any mercy. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!" The brutal kicks ripped into his sturdy body and crushed his solid muscles until they lost their firmness. Then the snapping front kick exploded on his chin and deposited his tortured body on the floor. Stephen lie there sobbing while he waited for Veronica to resume his destruction. He had no other choice.

Veronica waited for the orgasm to run it's course before hauling Stephen to his feet. It was a good one but she knew the best was yet to come. Her orgasms always gained in strength until the last one blasted out of her like an erupting volcano. Those felt like five thousand watts of electricity shooting through her fabulous body. They were the most pleasurable of them all. "Get your crying ass up you pathetic little bitch. I'm not through with you yet." She told Stephen as she yanked him to his feet by the hair. Stephen was standing on wobbly legs and had a blank look in his swelling eyes. He wasn't sure where he was at or what was happening to him. But he was about to be jarred out of his stupor and painfully reminded by Veronica's hard kicking feet. "WHAM!.....SLAM!" Veronica drove her foot into his chest and knocked him against the wall. "WHAM!" Then she jammed her foot under his throat to keep the sobbing young man from falling.

"Are you beginning to smarten up and understand sissy boy?" "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" Veronica roughly slapped his face with her foot and then slammed his head against the wall when she jammed her foot over his throat again. "Or is your addled brain incapable of figuring it out?" "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "I will not put up with your ridiculous nonsense any longer you little wimp." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "I've had it up to here." "WHAP!..WHAP..SLAM!" "Carry out my orders exactly as I've explained them to you or I'll beat you to death." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "This is your last warning Stephen." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" "So pay strict attention and learn from it if you want to remain healthy." "WHAP!..WHAP!..SLAM!" Veronica grabbed his sagging body and spun him away from the wall. Then she swung her right leg in an arc and nailed Stephen flush in the face with her foot. "WHAP!..PLOP!" He dropped to his back sound asleep. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" She screamed when the overloaded orgasm blew out of her. She stood over Stephen's prone body with her fists in the air until the pleasurable orgasm was finished.

Things went much smoother after that day. Veronica's two male slaves took extra care in preforming their duties so they wouldn't anger their vindictive Mistress. Each time she rang the little bell when she required their services, they forced their severely battered bodies to move at a quick pace so they could save themselves from further punishment. Because they feared they might end up seriously maimed or crippled if she gave them another terrible beating before they had a chance to heal. Since her slaves were adequately preforming their duties and the contracts for her Advertising firm had all been negotiated in her favor, Veronica was in a very good mood. But sooner or later good times come to an end. This weekend the Rockwell household was going to erupt in utter chaos. But the beautiful Veronica knew how to handle any situation.

Skip McBride was Stephen's room mate in College and his best friend. When Stephen went home for spring break, Skip fully expected him to return to school. He said nothing about dropping out and the two young men always confided in each other. He knew Stephen was fully committed to becoming a Lawyer like his father, so it troubled him that Stephen never came back. So Skip decided to take a week off at the end of the semester and look Stephen up. It just wasn't like him to drop out of school in the spur of the moment. If Stephen had a good explanation then it would put his mind at ease. If he was in some sort of trouble, then Skip vowed to help his friend resolve the problem. Even if it meant getting physical. Skip was the starting middle line backer on the football team, so he was used to dangerous situations. One way or another, Skip was going to get some answers.

Early Saturday morning the doorbell rang. Stephen scurried to answer it before Veronica got angry. It was something he had done many times before without giving it a second thought or worrying about how he was dressed. Veronica's guest were used to seeing Fredrick and Stephen wearing nothing but a thong and a frilly apron. So Stephen got the shock of his life when he pulled the door open and saw Skip standing on the door step. "SKIP!" "What are you doing here?" He nervously asked wringing his hands. Skip simply stood there and stared at Stephen with his mouth hanging open. "Uhhh. I came to find out why you didn't return to school. What the hell have you got on Steve? Did I interrupt some kind of kinky orgy or something? Because you know old Skip could get down with that." He said as he stepped inside with a grin on his face.

Stephen was at a loss for words. Skip was the last person he expected to see when he opened the door. And he was thoroughly embarrassed to have his friend see what his step mother had turned him into. He was saved for the moment when Veronica entered the room. "Who do we have here Stephen?" She asked as she held out her hand. Skip was speechless for a few seconds because of her incredible beauty. But he finally regained his voice. "Skip McBride ma'am. I was Steve's room mate and best friend while he was in College. I hope you don't mind, but I came to find out why Steve never came back to school." He explained. "Of course not Skip. Come with me and I'll give you all of the details." Veronica replied as she took him by the arm and steered him away. Stephen watched them go with a worried look on his face.

"Do you swim Skip? We have a lovely indoor pool and I was about to take a refreshing dip. Would you care to join me?" She asked with a sparkling smile. "Yes ma'am I swim. And I would love to join you. But I didn't bring any trunks with me." "Oh don't worry about that. We don't stand on ceremony around here Skip. You may swim in your underwear or even naked if you like." She informed him. Skip's face lit up like a Christmas tree. He liked this family. Kinky orgies and skinny dipping was right up his alley. "In that case Mrs. Rockwell, I accept." "Good. And please Skip, call me Veronica. She told the smiling young man as she began to remove her clothing. Skip quickly followed her example and ripped his own clothes off. Things were going just as Veronica planned. This handsome beefcake was helpless putty in her hands. And soon, he would be groveling at her feet where all worthless males belonged.

When they were both down to their thongs, Veronica sprang her surprise. "So Skip. You want to know why Stephen didn't return to College. Well the answer to that is very simple. I forced him to quit school after I gave him a senseless beating and enslaved him like I did his father." Skip gave her a questionable look like he wasn't sure he heard her correctly. "Oh it's true Skip. That's why the little wimp was wearing a frilly apron when he answered the door. It pleases me to keep my slaves dressed in feminine garments. And now that you know our secret, I'm afraid you will have to join them. I can't allow you to escape and tell everyone you see what goes on here. It might cause me problems down the road and I can't afford to let that happen. So you have two choices. You can willingly accept to be my slave, or I can beat you to a pulp and force you to accept it. It's up to you." She told him with her arms crossed over her ample breasts.

Skip wasn't sure if he was dreaming this whole thing or if he had stepped into a real nightmare. But he did know one thing for sure. Veronica Rockwell was the most stunning female he had ever met in his life. But willingly becoming her slave definitely did not appeal to him. "You're joking right? Even if everything you said is true, you can't really believe you can kick my ass. Look at the difference in our sizes. You can't weigh more then 125 or 130 pounds. While I'm 210 pounds of solid muscle. Not to mention the fact that I'm a male and you're a female. So either this is a bad joke, or you're completely delusional and need therapeutic help. Now get the hell out of my way before I lose my temper." He threatened as he started to go around her. Veronica struck without warning.

"SMACK!" A left to his chin knocked the muscular young man down on the leather couch. While he was surprised from her sudden attack, Veronica took advantage of his bewildered state and grabbed him by the wrist. A hard yank brought him up from the couch. Then a savage twist and jerk on his arm was followed by a throw. Skip's muscular body went sailing through the air. He hit the floor and rolled several feet before coming to a stop. "When will you pathetic men ever learn. It simply amazes me how utterly stupid you males can be. You made a mistake by choosing the second option Skip. So one good beating coming up. Now get on your feet so I can introduce you to your new life as a slave." She said standing over him with her hands on her shapely hips. Skip was slightly groggy from being tossed across the room. But he was also angry as hell. You just fucked with the wrong man lady. He said to himself as he quickly climbed to his feet.

"You really are crazy you fucking bitch. But I can fix that for you in no time." You meet the opposition head on and eliminate the threat. That was Skip's motto and the way he conducted his life. It didn't matter if the opposition was male or female. You take them out first and ask questions later. So Skip went in swinging like a raging bull. His huge arms were pumping like there was no quit in them in an effort to overwhelm the crazy bitch and put her in her place. But Skip had never faced an adversary like Veronica. Her excellent defensive skills were just as adept as her offensive prowess. She easily danced around his murderous punches with a smile on her luscious lips. After letting the bull headed young man wear himself out a little, Veronica opened her potentate arsenal.

"WHAP!" Her bare foot connected with his jaw and blood sprayed on the carpet. It knocked Skip a little off balance and left him open for her next pin point attack. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..WHAM! The hard hitting female slammed her fists into his eyes and drilled him in the mid section. Then her pile driving foot crushed his chest and sent him tumbling again. Skip was lying on his stomach shaking his delirious head. His vision was slightly blurry and his eyes were throbbing like tooth aches. When his mind finally cleared he remembered where he was at and what was going on. He leaped to his feet to redeem himself with vengeance on his mind. No one struck Skip McBride and got away with it unscathed. "Your ass is mine now bitch. Pissing off the Skipinator is not a smart thing to do. And I'm about to show you why." He threatened.

Veronica laughed right in his face. "Why do you pathetic males invent ridiculous names for yourselves? Especially when they are as far from the truth as you can get. I just don't understand it. Is it a way for you to compensate for the inferior feelings you have inside when you're up against a superior female? Because it certainly isn't an accurate description of your pitiful fighting skills. In fact in your case, I believe wimpinator would be a more appropriate nickname for you. And when I get through showing you how weak and pathetic you really are, slaveinator will suit you perfectly. Now come here so I can start your training you big sissy." Skip had heard all of her cocky mouth he could stand. He couldn't wait to shove his fist down her fucking throat and shut the crazy bitch up. But poor Skip was about to find out he was completely over matched in this battle of the sexes.

Skip reared back to deliver a devastating hay maker that would nearly decapitate her lovely head from her creamy shoulders. But Veronica didn't give him a chance to throw it. Her favorite weapons went flashing towards his unguarded face with extreme accuracy and extraordinary strength. She kicked the stuffing out of Skip's hard body while she steered him around the room like a remote control car. He was totally helpless in seconds. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!" Her powerful legs and bone crushing feet were rapidly swelling his handsome face at an enormous rate. And his solid muscular body was limply sagging like a wet dish rag. Veronica gave him no respite or showed no mercy. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" The last punishing kick knocked Skip through the dressing room doorway and down the steps to the pool area.

The badly beaten young man put his hands on the floor and pushed his tortured body up on his hands and knees. His muscular arms refused to hold up his weight and threatened to collapse. While he knelt there trembling, Veronica casually sat on his back and drove him to the floor. She placed his arms on his back and sat on his hands to keep them pinned there while facing his feet. "It's time you received your first lesson in obedience slave. My orders are to be carried out quickly and efficiently. There are no exceptions to this rule. If I'm not completely satisfied with your performance you will be severely punished. My word is law and you will obey the law or painfully pay the consequences." She sternly told the defeated young man. "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" Veronica's hand rose and fell like an unstoppable machine. Skip was sobbing uncontrollably while she beat his ass raw and turned it red.

Veronica casually sitting on the badly beaten young mans back.

When Veronica was finished disciplining Skip she stood over the crying young man with a smile on her beautiful face. Skip lie at her feet sobbing like a broken hearted child who hadn't gotten his way. Any thought of rising to challenge her again scared him to death. His courage had vanished and his spirit had been broken. The female warrior hovering over his tortured body had won. Veronica grabbed him by his hair and confidently looked into his tear filled eyes. A tingling sensation rushed through her gorgeous body when she saw the fear spread across his black and blue swollen face. "Are you going to give me anymore trouble little man?" She asked. "No ma'am!" He pitifully whimpered. "Good boy. You're mine now. You belong to me. Worship the feet of your owner like a good little slave." Skip covered her bare feet with tender kisses while he sobbed uncontrollably. Fear of the powerful female forced him to obey her disgusting order. Veronica finally snatched him by the ear and hauled him to his feet. "Let's go fit you with a frilly apron you little pussy. I believe peach is definitely your color." Skip completely broke down while Veronica dragged him to the kitchen by his ear.

Veronica was a very happy lady for the next few weeks. Everything was getting done much faster with three slaves to do the work. And the extra slave at her beck and call intensified the pleasure she received when she needed them to satisfy her personal needs. One slave would have his face mashed against her pussy with his tongue buried deep inside of her. Another would be kneeling at the end of her out stretched legs to massage her tired feet. While the third would keep her stocked with martinis and tidbits to eat. He would also be available to massage her firm breasts or her shoulders if that was her desire. So Skip McBride showing up turned out to be a blessing in disguise. And the muscular young man certainly looked cute wearing his lacy peach apron. She had been right about that. Peach was definitely his color.

But unknown to Veronica, Skip was doing his best to convince his buddy and his father to attempt an uprising. Being a slave to a beautiful woman was not his cup of tea. He greatly missed his old life. The campus parties and the hot chicks who attended them was what Skip lived for. Doing household chores and taking care of a beautiful woman's personal needs was definitely a poor substitute for the fun he used to have. He worked on Stephen first. It took a while because of the fear Veronica had installed in him. But he finally won him over. Then the two of them ganged up on Fredrick. He had been enslaved the longest and was completely brainwashed. They continuously badgered him until he finally relented and agreed to go along with their plan. They were absolutely certain the three of them could overpower the ruthless bitch and regain their freedom.

With their plans made they waited for the right opportunity. It came Sunday afternoon when Veronica announced she was going for a swim. She ordered Fredrick to make her a sandwich and bring it to the pool dressing room. Stephen was told to bring a pitcher of martinis, and Skip was ordered to gather her clothing after she undressed and put them in the hamper. The three men decided Veronica wouldn't expect to be attacked while she was undressing and they were following her orders to the letter. So Skip dutifully followed her to the dressing room while Stephen and Fredrick hung back for a minute before skulking in that direction. The plan was for Skip to keep her attention diverted while Stephen came up from behind and wrapped her up in his muscular arms. Then they could take their revenge on the cold hearted bitch.

Skip was taking the clothes from her hand as she peeled them off. He was asking ridiculous questions about the washer and dryer to keep her eyes fixed on him so she wouldn't turn around. Stephen sneaked into the room and crept up behind her. Just as Veronica handed Skip her bra, Stephen grabbed her around the waist and trapped her arms at her sides. Skip threw her clothes in the floor and smiled while Stephen hollered for his father to join them. "We've got you now you crazy bitch. It's pay back time. We're going to take you apart with our bare hands. Then we'll leave your broken, bloody body lying here while we pack our things and leave this fucking place." Skip told her grinning like a fox. "Yeah Veronica. Now you'll know how it feels to have a badly swollen face and battered body. I guarantee you won't like it one bit." Stephen added. Fredrick just stood there shaking like a young sapling in a strong wind.

"Do you want to take the first shot pops? She's had you ground under her heel a lot longer then the two of us." Skip asked Stephen's father. Fredrick nervously walked around to face his domineering wife. He was scared shit less. Even though Stephen had her securely pinned in his strong arms, he knew how dangerous Veronica was. Doubt about this uprising was beginning to creep into his mind. While the three males were celebrating their assumed victory, Veronica was making plans for her escape. Their guard was down because they thought she was thoroughly trapped and unable to defend herself. She decided to use that against them. Men are so easy to figure out and manipulate. She said to herself. No wonder they are inferior to women. These three morons are about to painfully find out just how superior we are.

"Please Fredrick. Don't let them do this to me. I'm sorry for all the pain and suffering I've put you through. I promise to be a good wife to you from now on. Just don't let them hurt me." She pretended to plead. "Listen to miss high and mighty. When the shoe is on the other foot she tries to save herself by begging like a slut. I love it." Stephen said while he laughed at her pitiful pleas. With the three men distracted Veronica put her plan into motion. Her first attack was directed at Skip. She kicked the unsuspecting male right in the balls. "WHOP!" Then she used Stephen's body as leverage to kick up and slam her foot into Fredrick's chest. "WHAM!" While she drove the back of her head into Stephen's face. "BAM!"

Skip grabbed his aching testicles and slumped to his knees screaming. Fredrick was sent reeling backwards until his back collided with the wall. "SLAM!" She and the unbalanced Stephen dropped over backwards and hit the floor. "PLOP!" The landing loosened his muscular arms enough for Veronica to squirm free. She climbed to her feet with an angry scowl on her beautiful face. "WHAP!" She kicked Skip in the face and knocked him over on his back. Stephen was just getting to his feet when her foot exploded on his chin and flattened him out. "WHAP!" Then she strolled over to collect the disoriented Fredrick and teach him a valuable lesson. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..WHAP!" He landed right in the middle of the pile. "OK boys. It's time to pay the piper. I'm going to beat you within an inch of your miserable lives." "NOW GET UP!" She sternly commanded. The three men were nearly in tears while they cowered on the floor in fear.

"What's the matter wimps? Cat got you're tongues? No one seems to be running their mouth or volunteering to get up and take the first swing. You couldn't wait to give me a good beating just a minute ago. Has your courage deserted you already? There's three of you macho muscular males and only one of me. Surely you're not afraid of a single female. Together you out weigh me by over five hundred pounds. Now get up and put me in my place where I belong. No takers? What a bunch of pussy's." She said as she dragged the screaming Skip to his feet. "I'll bet this was your hair brained scheme Skippy. So I'll start with you. You really are an idiot." "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..WHAP!" First she broke his nose and busted his lips. Then a solid one two to his bread basket was followed by a jaw breaking kick to his face. Skip slumped to the floor crying like a baby.

"Your turn Stephen my boy. Come to mama you pathetic little bitch. Stephen was screaming like a banshee and doing his best to break her grasp and escape. It was useless. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHOP!" She destroyed his face with her concrete breaking feet and ended with a demolishing kick to the poor mans balls. He immediately passed out and dropped to the floor like dead weight. "And now for you Fredrick. I'm surprised they talked you into this foolish plan. You should have known better." She told him while she hauled the sobbing man to his feet. Fredrick willingly stood there and cried while he waited for Veronica to work him over. He prayed his docile surrender would lessen the horrible punishment he was about to receive. But he didn't have much confidence that it would. He knew by being an accomplice in their failed attempt to free themselves would be seen as a betrayal in Veronica's eyes. Which deserved a harsh punishment.

Veronica wrenched his left arm behind his back and reached around him to grab it with her left hand. While standing at his right side she cupped his chin and pushed his head back until it was trapped under her arm. Fredrick was looking up at the ceiling with his upper body bent over backwards and his left arm firmly held in a hammerlock. His useless right arm was hanging down behind her back where he couldn't reach anything to help free himself. The poor man was helplessly pinned and under her control. "Let's soften up your tummy a little bit Fredrick. I don't like the looks of it." "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" His muscular body jerked with spasms each time she drove her hard fist into his mid section. And his face was quickly turning blue. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" He was coughing and gasping for breath when she finished torturing him. "WHAP!" A powerful kick to his face dumped him on the couch and put him out of his misery.

"Up you come Skip my boy. I haven't forgotten about you. You realise I could be enjoying myself in my pool right now if not for this ridiculous plan you came up with. So I'm afraid your suffering will be the worst of all. Disobedience, back talk, incompetence in your work, and rebellion are things I simply will not tolerate. And you my little sissy have managed to break three out of four rules in one day." She grabbed his right arm and savagely twisted it around while stretching it out to his side. With him in position she began to kick the shit of his body with her right foot. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Skip finally collapsed to his knees so she switched to his face. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" His badly beaten unconscious body flopped to the floor when she released his arm.

Veronica looked around the room to see if any of her slaves needed more attention. But she didn't have to bother. Three heavily muscled males were soundly sleeping in various positions with severely battered bodies and grotesquely swollen faces. A satisfactory smile appeared on her beautiful face for a job well done. "I don't believe you weaklings will find the courage to attempt this ridiculous plan again." She told her unconscious slaves. Veronica could feel a mind blowing orgasm building up inside of her. It was rapidly growing in intensity and making her gorgeous body tremble all over. This one was going to blow like an oil gusher shooting out of the ground. So she decided to use her slaves to help her achieve the exotic climax much quicker. "Maybe you three wimps will be good for something after all." She said as she began to arrange them like she wanted.

She placed Fredrick on his back and knelt down over his head facing his feet. Then she lowered her dark haired mound until his nose was buried deep inside of her. Skip was dragged over her left leg until his swollen face was directly under the left cheek of her perfectly shaped ass. His face was completely engulfed by soft female flesh when she sat back. She started to reach for Stephen when she felt a minor orgasm rushing out of her. She arched her back and moaned while she raised her arms and put her hands behind her head. When the orgasm ran it's course she dragged Stephen over her right leg and sat down on his multi colored face with her right cheek. Now all three men had their heads pinned to the floor by Veronica's sweet female assets. She rocked her hips and patiently waited for the cataclysmic orgasm to erupt.

Veronica enjoying her orgasm with two males pinned under her.

A few minutes later she was screaming in ecstasy while her nether region was boiling like a witch's cauldron. She quickened the pace of her hips and closed her beautiful grey eyes in anticipation. Fredrick's nose up her pussy combined with Stephen and Skip's slobbering mouths on her ass was greatly heightening the sensation. This climax was going to be the grand daddy of climax's. About thirty seconds later her head rolled back on her creamy shoulders and she let out a high pitched scream. The erotic orgasm shot out of her like a gigantic tsunami. Wave after wave thoroughly soaked her pussy, ass and thighs. It's a wonder the three males pinned beneath her didn't drowned from all the thick liquid splashing over their trapped faces.

Veronica was breathing heavily when she slumped over on Fredrick's chest. The fantastic orgasm had taken a lot out of her. But it was a glorious experience she expected to repeat as often as possible. Her three male slaves were not going to be very happy about the new service she just discovered for them to preform. But that was their problem not hers. They would obey her wishes or be strictly disciplined. After all, they were nothing more then her personal property.