Isabel III - triple.trouble

Saturday, February 25, 2023. 2:29 pm.

When the two girls returned to the play space, their masters and Hugo were already wearing their jackets, ready to go out.

“I knew it,” Lola smirked and she threw a playful look to Isabel, who was slightly puzzled.

“Girls, it’s time put on your collars and leashes,” Master R said in heavily accented Dutch and then put on those coats.” He pointed at two black fur coats that were draped over a small table near the entrance of the play room.

“We’re going to the park,” he added with a smile.

The girls were collared up quickly and wore the black fur coats over their upper bodies, since the coats were short and barely reached the middle of their buttocks. Isabel was led by Master O while Master R pulled Lola’s leash.

Even though the park was less than a kilometer away from Master O’s property, the five of them boarded Master R’s minivan and he drove them to the south entrance parking lot of the area, which gave them a good indication of how crowded the park was.

They were in luck. Apart from three bicycles that looked like they had been chained to a fence for decades and four dark sedans, the parking lot was completely empty.

After they exited the car, Isabel followed right behind Master O, who walked up front next to Master R. Lola was next to her and Hugo followed a few meters behind, kicking pebbles off the cobblestone walkway and onto the grass as they entered the park.

Isabel was the only one who didn’t know her surroundings. The other had been here before on previous play dates. This park was notorious in this neighborhood. Despite the slides, swings and other typical playground installations, some things you wouldn’t see around here were young families or little kids, unless they were lost or took a wrong turn while on vacation. Some older teenagers, maybe, lured by the call of drugs and other forbidden desires. It was a known meeting spot for sex, with unofficially designated areas for prostitutes and their clients on one side and gay men on the other.

It had been a while since the municipal services had pulled their cleaning crews through here and it showed in the growing amount of trash on the ground as they approached a little picnic area near a small lake.

“Go check the changing rooms,” Master R said to Hugo with a nod of his head towards the stalls, while Master O turned around towards Isabel and Lola. They had stopped at the women’s side of the facilities, about 30 yards away from the showers and changing rooms designated for men.

Lola looked around, reminiscing about her previous adventures when she was taken here last time. There were some people at the other side then, but it was quiet now in comparison.

A crow creaked overhead when Hugo came back and signaled to Master R that everything was okay with a thumbs up.

“Stephane?” the master asked and Hugo nodded slightly.

“Let’s continue our game here,” Master O said. “But we’re going to add a little competition between you girls here. Lola, you’re first. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she deadpanned. They didn’t come here to tell stories. She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Then she looked over at Isabel, who was still taking in her surroundings.

“OK,” Master O continued, “The trash bin there. Lick the right side clean and open it up. If there’s anything inside, pick three things and insert them into yourself any way you like.

Master R unclipped the leash from Lola’s collar and the girl unbuttoned her fur coat and slipped out of it. Then she stepped over to the public trash bin and squatted to the side of it.

The others formed a semi-circle around Lola and watched as she opened her mouth and pressed her long tongue against the metal frame of the trash bin, dragging it a few inches up before retracting it and licking her lips with a smacking sound.

The bin was bolted to the floor. It had a square base with a door on one of the four sides and openings on each side at the top, so park guests could easily throw their garbage in from wherever they were. Nevertheless, the area showed that even this was too much to ask for many, as a flurry of cigarette butts, drink cartons, plastic bags and bowls as well as candy wrappers and empty lighters were scattered around. At one end on the top of the bin was a chimney-shaped ashtray that was overflowing.

Lola looked at her audience with a sparkle in her eye. It turned her on tremendously to degrade herself like this in front of others. She started licking the trash bin more ferociously and moved a little up to lick the edges of the top opening on the right side of the bin, wetting the metal frame and rubbing her tongue and lips over the surface while starting to moan. Her fingers had found their way between her legs and she was masturbating herself while her mouth rimmed the bin.

Isabel watched from a few feet away until she felt a hand reach around her neck. It was Master R, who pulled the winter jacked off of her shoulders and gave her a little push, a clear sign that it was her turn to join Lola.

“Help her out on the other side,” she received as an instruction.

Isabel had studied Lola while the girl licked the dirty trash bin. She’d found it interesting how her new companion derived such sexual pleasure from licking the filthy park accessory. Lola had her eyes closed, but the girl was still masturbating and moaning and she kept licking the metal frame while she alternated between fingering herself and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Isabel went on her knees next to the bin as well, but almost slipped on the wet tiles as she knelt down. The stone surface slightly scratched the skin of her left knee and a stinging sensation engulfed her knee instantly. She tried to ignore it as much as she could and started copying what Lola was doing.

When her tongue hit the cold, wet metal of the bin, a tingling sensation went through her body from the bottom of her skull to her tail bone. She looked over at the Masters and Hugo, who looked on with smiling faces of approval. The surface of the trash bin tasted exactly like she imagined it would. Watery. Metallic. Sandy. For a split second, Isabel’s mind was filled with thoughts about bacteria and nauseating, filthy trash. She pulled her tongue away from the bin for a split second and looked over at Master O, who smiled back at her in overt approval. And suddenly it was there again. The same feeling she had encountered before when she was degraded to a piece of girl meat a few months ago on a small stage in Germany by Fraulein Stahl. Isabel felt like I 15 again. The fearless, limitless I 15, anonymous, on display, watched by strangers, away from friends and family, exploring the limits of the use and abuse of her pretty little body.

She took a deep breath and swallowed the saliva in her mouth before she stuck out her tongue again and started lapping at the trash bin more ferociously. There it was again. The cold, metallic and slightly salty taste of the metal frame.

The two girls worked on the bin from different sides and when they met in the middle, it wasn’t long before they licked each other’s faces with their filthy tongues and started kissing and caressing each other. They were actually in a threesome making out with a dirty trash bin.

After a few minutes of mutual masturbation and going over the limited surface of the trash bin’s frame, Lola felt like she should move on with Master R’s dare. While Isabel kept trying to lick Lola’s torso, the tall blonde got up slowly. Isabel now sat on her ass and reached as high as she could with her head and mouth to keep licking Lola, who adjusted her stance to allow Isabel to lick her dripping wet cunt.

Lola planned to open up the side door of the trash bin, but standing up like this, her eyes caught something else. Isabel had zoned out and just concentrated on one thing. She was trying to put her tongue as deep into Lola’s cunt as she could, tilting her head sideways and pushing her face into Lola’s crotch.

Meanwhile Lola bent her torso forward and leaned down to put her mouth against the ash tray on the top of the bin. It looked like she was going to rim the edges, but instead she appeared to have a ‘fuck it’ moment and plunged her tongue deep into the wet ash mixture inside the tray.

When she pulled herself up again, part of her face was blackened. Her nose, lips and chin were covered in ash. She pulled herself off of Isabel’s face and stepped back.

“On your knees,” she commanded Isabel, “and spread your ass.”

Isabel wiped her lips, quickly adjusted the leash that was still clipped to her collar and did as she was asked. She was on her knees with her ass pushed up in no time, while Lola now really went to work on the ash tray. She wasn’t just licking it, but actually sucked as much of the black drab into her mouth and scooped even more up with her fingers before pushing it between her lips before turning around again to the men to smirk at them with a filthy smudged face and a mouth full of ash that made her cheeks puff up.

She dropped to her knees behind Isabel and almost immediately Isabel felt Lola’s face pressed against her asshole. Then the cold, wet filth came. Lola tried to push the water ash concoction into Isabel’s asshole with her lips and tongue, but most of it fell on the wet tiles on the floor. Regardless, Lola lapped her filthy black tongue between Isabel’s ass cheek, painting the girl’s bottom with the ash. Then she straightened herself and started picking up the filth from the ground and used her hands to push the ash into Isabel’s ass while Isabel tried to spread her ass cheeks as much as she could with her hands.

The masters let this go on for a little bit, until Master O said that their job was enough and Lola should open the bin. Lola wiped her hands and then her lips while Isabel scooted a little to the side, so that Lola could open the little door.

The filthy blonde opened the side door of the frame to reveal a large tube-shaped inside bin that was lined with a large trash bag that appeared to be almost full, much to the delight of the masters.

Isabel didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t sure if it was expected from her to poop out the stuff or keep it in her ass, so she just watched and waited.

Lola reached inside the bin through the top opening and unhooked a latch that kept the door from opening. It was apparent to Isabel then that this girl had seen the inside of this bin before. Possibly a number of times.

The large trash bag inside the bin was held up by a metal ring, but a swift pull from Lola broke the bag free. She pulled the bag out of the frame and dropped it on the floor, not too far from Isabel. Then she grabbed the bottom of the bag and started dumping its contents on the tiles next to the bin, right in front of the men.

A lot of stuff fell out. Dozens of cigarette butts, half-eaten moldy sandwiches, drink cartons, cans and several glass and plastic bottles, fast-food containers from various well-known franchises, most of them partially eaten. Several French fries fell on the tiles. They looked as fresh as the day they were unfrozen and fried, even though that was probably a while ago. Several parts of hamburgers and fricadelles rolled out on the tiles, some covered in who-knew-what sauces and shredded onions, together with several paper and plastic cups. Mixed in here and there were crumpled empty packs of cigarettes, bottle caps, a pizza box, several plastic bags, a dirty sock, a broken umbrella an several used condoms. The funniest thing that rolled out was a flattened foil balloon depicting a Spider-man mask.

Isabel looked at all of the stuff that was strewn about next to her. It was now Lola’s job to pick three things and play with them inside her own mouth, pussy or ass to entertain the men. But the blonde had other plans. She laid down on her back next to the rubbish and looked at Isabel.

“Stuff me...feed me”, she commanded with a horny tone. And to Hugo she added: “Help her out with your cock and fuck whatever she puts in me deeper and deeper.”

“Come on, squat over her face. You already have something lined up for my filthy little slut”, Master R instructed Isabel.

Isabel did what was asked of her and stepped over Lola’s face and squatted down. Immediately she felt Lola’s tongue probe her asshole and lick back and forth through her ass crack. When she tried and pushed the slimy ash mixture out of her ass, Isabel farted loudly before spraying Lola’s face with the black concoction. Thicker chunks followed, and they were devoured by Lola, who was aggressive and eager to show her master how filthy she could be.

Since this seemed the perfect time to finally relieve herself, Isabel decided to start peeing as well. She emptied her bladder over Lola’s head, which allowed the girl to wash down the filthy ash goo and enabled her to swallow most of the stuff that went into her mouth. When she had lapped Isabel’s ass as clean as she could with her blackened tongue, there was almost nothing for Hugo to push down when it was his turn and he rammed his cock down Lola’s throat.

Next up, Lola went on her elbows and knees and pushed her ass up to give Isabel excellent access while Hugo sat on his ass in front of Lola so she could keep sucking his cock, which she gladly did.

Isabel rummaged through the pile of filth and collected several things that she placed in the small of Lola’s back before she actually tried to fill the girl’s ass. Isabel’s fingers penetrated Lola’s behind with ease and after she poked around for a bit and found that Lola was an expert at relaxing her sphincter while stuff went into her ass, she started her stuffing. First to go in were two handfuls of French fries. The dry fries broke off, but were easily pushed inside. They were followed by two partial fricandelles before Isabel picked up three used condoms and brought the first of them up to Lola’s ass to insert it.

“Hang on,” Master R suddenly interrupted. Isabel stopped and looked up.

“Open them up and suck out whatever is in them”, he said matter-of-factly. Isabel’s eyes widened at first, just at the thought of the filthy condoms. She immediately regretted picking them out of the pile of trash. But then she rationalized that three condoms could not be that much worse than the full jar she had already shared with Lola earlier. Master R continued with his instructions: “Turn them inside out and suck them clean. Then give the empty condoms to Hugo so he can stuff Lola’s mouth with them and you can use your mouth to try and push the spunk into her filthy asshole.”

Isabel looked at the condoms in her left hand. Two of them were open, one of them was tied shut, all of them were filthy-looking. The open ones had almost completely dried up, but the tied one contained a noticeable quantity of fluids. She put all three rubbers down on Lola’s back and started peeling the first of the open ones inside out. It was very sticky and smelled ghastly. She looked up at Master O and Master R again before doing anything. Master R looked amused, O had a blank stare on his face.

Isabel had a quick flashback to her lunch with him, where he had asked her point blank how she would feel if she was made to suck used condoms clean as a dare or task by him or his friend. At that point she didn’t know yet that it was almost a certainty for the visit to this park, as it had been every single time Olivier and Richard had taken their slaves there.

She brought the inverted condom up to her face, opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Then she inserted the rubber into her mouth and closed her lips around most of the length, while she kept the end part tightly squeezed between her thumb and index finger.

It tasted salty, bitter and surprisingly much like plastic. There was a rancid flavor that got stronger as time passed and she had to work to keep herself from gagging. She slowly pulled the condom back out of her mouth while she kept her thick lips pressed together, squeezing the condom as she pulled. When the last bit passed through her lips and shot towards her fingers, she opened her eyes again and Master R instructed her once more: “Well done. Now do it again. Suck them all twice.”

The second pass was not as bad as the first. Much like a filthy asshole is usually pungent on the first strokes of a deep rim job and gets easier to palate as saliva mixes in and the smells and flavors become more familiar.

Isabel cleaned off the second condom with her eyes open, trying to look as confident as possible for the three guys who were watching her. Hugo had already pushed the first condom into Lola’s mouth and quickly received the next.

The third condom was a different story. Tied tightly at the end, Isabel had a tough time trying to open it.

“Use your teeth,” Master R remarked, followed by: “just chew until it rips. Then suck it dry”

Isabel looked at the filled condom again. There was quite some fluid inside. How nasty would it be? She sucked the rubber into her mouth and slowly crushed it between her teeth. The material was flexible and didn’t immediately rip.

She used her tongue to push the condom to the front right side of her mouth and bit down again. It took a few chews, but soon enough she felt the fluids stream into her mouth when her teeth broke the rubber. It was as if she’d just bitten into those chewing gums with the fluid centers, but the flavor here was no mint, lemon or strawberry. Far from it.

It was apparent to everyone from her almost retching movements that Isabel had struck gold, so to speak, and Master R couldn’t suppress a chuckle. Master O’s face was one of relief and approval, delighted that his inexperienced protégé had proven her worth without overt signs of hesitation.

She dug the rubber from behind her teeth and lips with her index finger while tilting her head and keeping her mouth as closed as possible, as to not spill any of the spunk. The ripped condom quickly made its way to Hugo’s hands and into Lola’s mouth, while Isabel bent forward and down to push her face against Lola’s ass.

She slightly opened her mouth and let some of the fluid run down against Lola’s sphincter, followed by her tongue, which tried to probe inside. Isabel was forgiven for spilling most of the filthy fluids, which ran down Lola’s pussy and over her legs, because of her strong efforts to at least try and get most of the stuff into Lola’s ass, and for lapping the thin streams up with her long tongue as best she could.

When she was done with the assignment, a feeling of true accomplishment came over Isabel, but she didn’t forget what her task was. In the small of Lola’s back were still two parts of a half-eaten hamburger and a bunch of beer bottle caps. Those needed to go in as well.

The caps went first. Their metal edges hurt when Isabel pushed them through Lola’s sphincter and Lola let out some muffled grunts. The hamburger parts went relatively easy after that, even though the buns had become hard.

Before Hugo could start stuffing these objects deeper into Lola’s colon, as was his task at this moment, Isabel gave him a hand job to get his cock hard again before he mounted the kneeling blonde from behind and started fucking her ass.

As Hugo pounded away at Lola’s ass and Isabel looked through the trash for more objects that she could use on Lola, two men came walking up to the picnic area with two large but calm dogs on leashes, a brown Belgian Malinois and an absolutely massive black Beauceron.

Isabel only noticed them when Master O greeted them. She instinctively closed her legs, but quickly realized there was no way she was going to be able to cover herself, so she let the men gaze at her naked body when they stepped closer.

It was clear from the interactions that the masters knew these guys, but Isabel didn’t understand everything they said. They spoke French and used a vernacular that was completely alien to her.

Hugo stopped fucking Lola when he became aware of the new arrivals, and it was soon apparent to Isabel that also both Lola and Hugo were familiar with them.

The tallest of the two men, a skinny and bald middle-aged guy named Eric, was the first to speak.

“Fresh meat?” he asked out loud, nodding towards Isabel while he lit a cigarette before taking a deep drag.

Master O nodded. “Very fresh”, he replied with a wink, stressing ‘very’ as Eric blew out a stream of smoke.

“I can see that, she looks tight alright, but can she last longer than a minute without breaking down?” He took another drag. He was glad he could always count on his friend Olivier to find girls he liked.

“I know she doesn’t look like it, but she has experience”, Master O replied. “She’s a nasty little pain whore, this one. She’ll take whatever you have planned and then some without batting an eye. She’ll likely enjoy it and may even ask you to choke her out with the leash on her collar and then keep giving it to her, but only harder than before.”

Eric frowned.

“Is that so?” he wondered while he eyed Isabel from head to toe. If she had been able to understand the French words Master O had just used to describe her, it would probably have filled her with pride and confidence.

“How much?” Eric wanted to know.

“The usual for you,” Master O replied, “double for Rocco. That goes for all three.”

“I’m glad you got rid of that ugly hag Ingrid”, Eric noted, adding: “but you kept the other pretty blonde”, while he looked over at Lola, who had turned herself around and displayed her filthy body in all its glory.

“What’s with the black stuff around her mouth?” he continued, gesturing at Lola’s face.

“Lola just showed us what a filthy whore she is and ate the contents of that ash tray out of the new one’s ass.”

“Like the good bitch she is,” Eric approved. “I am glad you kept her, she was fun to use last time”, he continued. After a pause, he added: “Do you think she’s ready to take over from Ingrid now?”

“She’s available for whatever you want. Same deal as always”, Master O assured him. “So is the new one. Her name is Izzy. She won’t disappoint, I’m sure.”

Eric eyed Isabel once more from head to toes and had a look of approval on his face. She was a beauty even without any makeup. He took another drag of his cigarette before dropping it down and stepping on the butt.

The other guy, who looked like he was a few years younger than Eric, now also pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered them to the masters, but they both declined. Then he lit his own cigarette and pointed at Hugo, who was still standing behind Lola with a rock hard cock.

“I’ll have you again. Come”, he said, quickly adding: ”I don’t have a lot of time.” He tied the leash of his brown Malinois to the frame of the open trash bin and handed a wad of cash to Master R from an inside pocket of his leather jacket.

Before Isabel knew what was going on, Hugo followed the guy to the dressing rooms a little further away. Master R squatted in front of the brown Malinois and started patting it on its head.

“Yeah, sorry,” Eric explained to Master O, “we have a shipment coming in later this afternoon, so we have to get straight to business today.”

The masters had no problem with this. If they wanted to wrap up at Master O’s house before Lola and Isabel had to travel home again, they needed to keep an eye on the clock.

Isabel had gathered quickly that what was happening here was a simple prostitution arrangement: cash for sex. Right there, on the spot. She felt a shock go through her body at the moment that she realized it, and it felt like a simultaneous boost of adrenalin and a tingle that traveled quickly from the base of her neck all the way down her spine.

She had no time to really think about what this meant for her or how she felt about it, because Eric was in a hurry.

“Warm her up,” he said with another nod to Lola, while he handed the leash of his large Beauceron to Master O on his way over to Isabel, before he grabbed her by her hair.

“I’ll see what this new one is made of.”