President Slave Girl: The Homouth -- Book 1 of the President Slave Girl series by Pat Powers Page B

a way that she had never
been roused before, sending white hot surges of pleasure to compete
with the the red hot sparks of pain. Soon she was orgasming
helplessly even as she struggled to breathe, her body a helpless
toy in the hands of these women who so expertly manipulated it in
every way.
    Eileen quickly lost track of time under this
regimen. There was only the hands that smothered her and the hands
that made her cum. She wanted to give up and let them kill her or
maybe turn her into a mindless sex toy, which was what she felt
like, but her body fought far past her mind's power to endure. That
was in part was what was so horrible about it -- somehow, they were
extinguishing her mind as they tortured and pleasured her, she was
just a body responding frantically to competing sensations of pain
and pleasure.
    The breath control ended, but her torment did
not. They kept torturing her and making her cum. They used floggers
and canes and whips and needles and dildos and vibrators and butt
plugs and their tongues. They knew all of her sensitive areas --
her inner thighs, the soles of her feet, areas near her armpits --
but they also concentrated on her sexual areas.
    And each of MacCammon's tormentors, it turned
out, had a homouth of her own. They would unsnap some snaps near
their ears and the lower part of their hoods would fall away,
leaving a mask still covering all of their face above the nose.
While the others tormented Eileen's body one of them would sit
astraddle her chest, lean over, and place her homouth right over
Eileen's in the equivalent of a kiss. Except that both of them had
a clitoris just below her nose. And instead of probing each others'
mouths with their tongues, they rubbed their facial clits and labia
against her facial clit and labia.
    The women, having homouths of their own, knew
exactly how Eileen's homouth was wired, and they expertly pressed,
probed and rubbed against her until the pleasurable sensations from
the homouth actually overcame the pain sensations that were coming
in from the rest of her body. She came, time after time, from this
deeply unnatural contact of organs that did not belong on a woman's
face, she came with moans and slurking sounds beneath the women who
tormented her.
    To surrender so completely to people who
hated you and hurt you was horrifying, terrifying. But they gave
her no choice at all. Naked, bound, her body arched and totally
exposed to them, she had no defense, and no recourse. She writhed
and shuddered and made pathetic little screams inside her homouth
when they wanted her to feel pain, and she writhed and shuddered
and arched her body even more when they wanted her to come.
Eileen's will, Eileen's interests, had nothing to do with it.
    And because she was so helpless and
controlled and tormented beyond her ability to respond as a
conscious human being -- reduced to just a body in the hands of
fiends -- she had orgasms as she had never had them before.
Complete, deep, shuddering orgasms uncontrolled by any conscious
sense of shame or any awareness of who she was or what she was
doing at all, except on the most basic physical level.
    Unfortunately, this was also matched by
complete, deep, uncontrolled surrender to the pain they were doling
out to her so generously as well. If it were not for the homouth,
the room would have been filled with hoarse, harsh, full-blooded
screams. The thick tissues of her homouth acted as a gag,
suppressing the screams to tortured moans welling up from her chest
and throat.
    The Sisters of Mercy went about their
business calmly, implacably, and with a knowledge of Eileen's body
and how it responded to pain and pleasure that Eileen herself not
only did not have, but could not have conceived of. Eileen had next
to no knowledge of pain. Childhood earaches were as far as her
awareness of pain extended. As an adult she had occasional
headaches and bouts of sinusitis, but she'd always found that drugs
could handle that. She'd had a toothache