"You're going to bite some whip, Slave," the bitch yelled, a vile little grin stealing over her feline face. "And I think you're going to like it."
No way, Val thought. She ached already from the pain of her own body pulling her down with its own weight. Even worse, the least little jostling made her body swing and the weight become heavier, the pain greater.
It seemed this woman had an endless appetite for horror and pain. Again, Val wondered how much she could take. And she wondered how long her captor could go on.
The black-haired bitch stood less than ten feet away. Slowly, agonizingly she uncoiled the snake of her whip and stared at Val, She seemed to be watching her face for any change. Perhaps she was looking for signs of weakness ... or fear.
Maybe she got off on it. Well, Val vowed silently, she wasn't going to get a chance to get off on this. She wouldn't give her a chance.
Then, as firm as her resolve was, it broke. It broke with the first crack of the bitch's black leather whip. It broke and shattered into a million fragments of despair and pain as the tip of the snake bit into her flesh.
It bit into the tip of her rubbery pink clit. It bit into the crevice of cunt meat between her sweet pussy lips ... and it stung like hell.
My god, the girl thought, this isn't fair. This woman doesn't play fair at all. But before she had time to assess the damage, she felt the whip bite again, and this time, it felt like it had taken a chunk of her cunt right out.
CHAPTER ONE
"What the hell is this?" Sandy Meiser said. She held up a long silken scarf with gold leaf attached to it.
"I don't really know, exactly." her best friend said back to her. "This trunk has probably been sitting here since Armistice Day."
The attic was hot. And it was getting hotter. About twenty degrees hotter than the rest of the house. But it was fun up there. Agatha Randall's attic had been all but forbidden to Valerie when she was a kid, but now that she was in college and living under her grandmother's roof, she had pretty much the run of the place.
"I'd like to wear it sometime, I think," Sandy said. "Might help me get noticed."
As if Sandy Meiser needed any more attention. She and Val had been friends since Westfield Junior High, and the two never failed to attract attention wherever they went.
But they were very different in appearance. Sandy was blonde and had those dark coal eyes very few blondes have. They made her look exotic and kind of hot. She also had a shape to bear out that observation.
Her tits were high and full and very rounded. Likewise her ass cheeks. Her hair was curly and wispy and transparent. Her cunt was an adorable pink slit that opened to reveal fold upon fold of glistening plump petals.
Her cunt hair was wispy, too. Like clouds of angel hair. And her legs, though not as long as her friend's, were shapely and muscular. "It might make that little slut Dina Moor think twice before calling you slut again, huh?"
"She thinks just because I have blonde hair and a hot shape that I'm a slut." Sandy pawed another scarf. This one was azure and had silver sparkly fleur-de-lis stamped all over it.
"I think the fact that you stole her boyfriend had something to do with it."
"I did not steal her boyfriend," Sandy protested. She slapped Valerie playfully, with one end of the scarf. "You are something of a slut," Valerie shot back, peeling the scarf off her face where Sandy had hit her. "At least you try to be."
"Nice talk, Val," Sandy said. She put her hands on her adorable hips and looked at her friend saucily. "I don't see you in a Miss Homecoming Queen contest."
"That's because we just got to Buford U." Val said back. "And I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. Now would you quit reminding me of what a little piece of playground trash I was in high school? We're in college now."
"Yeah," Sandy said and smiled impishly at her friend.
She had often thought Valerie was cute. So did most of the boys at Westfield High. So did a lot of other guys around the town of Westfield. She had longish black hair and blue eys with buttermilk skin and full, slightly sloping tits.
That was odd for a girl her age, but her nipples were constantly erect. That made Sandy kind of jealous. The fact that Val's tits were actually smaller made up for it, but those nipples of hers. They were brick red and shiny and elongated at the tip. They stuck up at an obscene angle, and Val was fond of wearing tight sweaters to prove it to anyone who happened to be passing by.
"It is hard to believe," she said. "I don't know how we ever made it through high school."
"I know how I did," Val said. She sat down and pulled out a cigarette from her jumper pocket. "I screwed Mr. Balena."
"No shit?" Sandy said and screwed her mouth up. "As if everybody in Westfield didn't know."
"Screw the principal and you're bound to pass," Val giggled.
"It's just lucky we picked Buford University to attend," said Sandy. She reached down into the trunk and pulled up a bright red Japanese lantern. "And it's lucky your grandmother has a couple of spare bedrooms and this old house in town."
"Yeah," Val said as she examined the red lantern. "That's really neat."
"I wonder if there's a kimono in here," Sandy mused.
"Suppose there is. Grandpa was stationed in Japan after the war. I think he got a lot of stuff from the looks of things."
Both girls surveyed the attic. It was full of trunks and boxes and dust and array of all sorts. And it was hot.
"I'm gonna take my top off," Val said. "You can, too, if you want."
"What if somebody comes up and sees us?"
"Like who?"
"Like one of your grandmother's boarders?"
"They're not home as far as I know. And grandmother is shopping. That leaves us a whole afternoon to hunt and peck up here."
Valerie stripped her tight white blouse off and revealed a lacy blue bra with push-up cups.
"When did you start wearing a bra of all things?" Sandy said, even more envious than usual.
"This is college, remember, Sandy?"
"Oh, boy, Miss Hot Shot. Give this girl an entrance exam and she's off to the races."
Valerie slipped out of her jumper and stood there in her underwear a minute. "That is cooler, Sandy. If you want to, I mean, go ahead."
Sandy nodded and felt a little twinge of shyness. Her tits were bigger than Val's, but she wasn't even wearing a bra. "Okay."
Slowly, she peeled off her pink sweater and shorts. "Yeah," she said to her friend knelt over the trunk, "this is better. If you're sure nobody is coming up here.."
"Look at this," Val said, holding up a set of teak candlesticks. "I wonder if we could take these down to-"
Her voice fell off as she eyed her friend. She was totally nude except for a pair of frilly lemon-colored panties. Val had seen her nude, of course, in gym class and when they changed into swim suits at the Westfield Y, but she'd never really taken a good, hard look. The girl had a hot body. No doubt about it.
Sandy tried to ignore the girl's stares. She knelt down and poked around in the trunk. Her hand ran over a soft, filmy fabric. Maybe that was the kimono. She reached down and felt something hard.
"What the hell?" she said, grabbing one corner of the thing.
"Might be a teapot or something," Val said as she felt the thing under her friend's hand. "Let's take it out real carefully."
The two of them manipulated the hard object out between layers of silk and more silk. When at last they pulled it up, they saw what looked like a mask, though they couldn't imagine what type of play it might be used for.
"Probably a Kabuki mask," Val said, trying to sound scholarly.
"I don't think so, Val. Look at the mouthpiece and the eye holes."
Sure enough, when the girls examined the thing, it had no holes for those parts of the face that usually showed through a mask. The thing was carved from black material of some sort. Teak or ebony. And though there was a nose carved in reverse mold to allow a human nose into it, the eyes and mouth places were covered with fine gold leaf.
"I wonder if this stuff is real gold," Sandy said, poking at it with'her fingernail.
"I doubt that," Val said, "or Grandma Randall would have been rich by now."
"Do you think she even knows this stuff is up here?"
"Who can say? But isn't this thing gorgeous?"
"Yeah, but it would be hard to see out these holes.!"
"I don't know," Val reasoned. She held the thing up to the light. A faint glow shone through the eye and mouth holes. "One of us should put it on to find out, I guess."
"You first," Sandv giggled.
"You're my guest," her friend said as she twisted the thing in her hand. Another strange feature about the thing was that it had a neck piece attached. Made from the same stuff as the rest of the mask, once the wearer had the thing in place and secured, it would be hard to turn your head.
"Here," Sandy said, holding the thing up.
"You put it on and I'll move around in front of you. We'll see if you can see though it."
"Well, okay," said Val at last. The thing was intriguing as hell.
Sandy helped her slip the thing over her head. It seemed to fit well enough. Evidently it wasn't made for a man's head. There were braces across the back of the thing.
Once Val had the mask in place, it became obvious to Sandy, who was looking at it from behind, that the braces on either side came together and locked in place.
"Must be a key for this somewhere," she said.
"Mrrrffffff," Val said.
"Oh, shit, man," Sandy said, "you can't talk."
Val slipped her fingers behind the brace pieces and slid the thing off.
"I wonder if there is a key," she said, as intrigued as her friend.
Without another word, the two of them dove to the trunk and began digging.
"Here," Sandy said, holding up a huge golden key.
"Here," Valerie said, right behind her. She held up a key, but it was silver and had a fatter handle.
"What the hell?" Val said. "You think maybe there's something else this thing goes to?"
Again, the two of them dug deep into the trunk. Nothing.
"You know, there is another trunk up here from Japan, I think," Val said. She scratched her head and tried to remember. "A basket thing. Wicker I think. Huge. Help me look for it."
The two of them moved boxes around until they found something of that description. And they piled into it. Scrounging around inside it was even more difficult. There was just so much stuff inside.
"What the hell is this contraption?" Sandy said and held up a square box sort of thing with bright red and gold dragons painted on the sides.
"Maybe something for a magician," her friend replied. "Ah, here is something. It feels like metal."
She brought out an odd looking sort of bar arrangement with something that looked like cuffs on either end. It was about two feet long and was fashioned from some very slippery steel. It felt cold to the touch.
"Now what the hell would you say this is for?"
Valerie held up the thing and twirled it like a baton. But it was too heavy with the metal cuffs to work that way. She set it down and tried the silver key in the large locks on either cuff.
"It works," she said as the cuffs creaked open.
"Well, now the only thing I can think that apparatus might be for is for a pair of wrists." Sandy examined it real close, but that was all she could imagine it might possibly be used for. That and little else.
"I bet you're wrong," Valerie teased.
"I bet I'm not."
"Well, I think you're looney tunes."
"Well, I think you better let me try this thing on you and see if it's what I think."
Valerie started to protest, but thought better of it. The idea that her long deceased grandfather could have anything like what this appeared to be in his old war trunk was too crazy to contemplate. Maybe it was a gag.
"Oh, all right," Valerie said at last. "Lock me in. Tie me down. Sit on my face with the heel of your boot."
"Are you serious?" her blonde friend shot back.
"No," Val said, a trifle too quickly.
"You think I'm making it up about this thing, don't you?" Sandy said, holding it aloft as best she could. It was very heavy;
"I said go ahead and put me inside it."
"And the mask, too?" her pert, friend said with a saucy wink.
"Yeah, yeah," Val agreed. "And the mask, too."
"Here," Sandy said with more eagerness than Val had seen her display since Bob Weiner asked her to the Elvis Memorial Sock Hop. "I want you to sit down here and let me put this stuff on you. All of it."
Valerie heaved a disgruntled sigh. She had really painted herself into a corner. This stuff couldn't possibly be used for what it looked like it had to be used for. Grandpa Randall was such a sweet old guy. And if Grandma Randall knew, she'd drop her teeth.
But she sat down anyway and let her best friend slip the straight bar behind her and lock her wrists into the cuffs. The cuffs felt tight and hard and kind of cold, but that wasn't really the strange part. The strange part was that they felt slightly good. Not around her wrists. That part pinched and felt mighty uncomfortable. Like huge slave bracelets or prisoner's cuffs. But she was starting to feel mighty good in other parts of her body.
Like between her legs. And down the back of her spine. Up and down in fact. She was getting chills. Her cunt lips began to flare with the first signs of arousal. She felt hot enough to ask Sandy if she could take her undies off.
But her blonde friend was busy trying to fix the mask over her head. The thing clamped down and cut out the light. Before she knew what was happening, she couldn't speak or see much of anything either. There were nose holes for breathing, but she couldn't make out any objects in front of her. Only shapes and shadows.
Sandy liked the way her friend looked. All trussed up like a slave. A white slave. For no reason she could think of she suddenly felt a mild twinge of arousal. Her pert pink nipples started to harden and point upward. Her cunt lips fell slack and her clit started to protrude from the top of her wet coral pussy slit.
"You better do as I say," Sandy heard herself say. She looked around. Yes, she had said that. Nobody else was there.
"Mrrrffffff," came Valerie's reply.
"Take off your undies," she said back in a vicious voice. It was totally unlike Sandy's cute little preppie voice, but she liked it.
Valerie seemed to take to it, too. She nodded.
It was difficult to nod with the mask on, but she sort of bowed her head.
Sandy saw that she couldn't take her clothes off. Suddenly, something overtook her. It was an odd sensation and one she couldn't describe, but she stepped up to Valerie and hooked her fingers around the girl's panties.
With one fell swoop she tore them off her. And she noticed an odder thing then.
She liked the feeling. She liked the feeling of power she got when she ripped her friend's panties off. She took the girl's bra cups and tweaked them hard, twisting the flesh beneath them around like screws in a vise.
"When I ask you to do something," she said, seething with anger she knew not the source of, "you better do it. Or else."
Valerie didn't argue. She couldn't. She was trussed up and masked. She was locked in with two keys inside metal and ebony and gold plate. There was nothing she could do. Sandy was in control now. And she liked the feeling.
"Stand up," she said and yanked the girl to her feet before she could stumble up. "Stand up here and take that ridiculous thing off."
She didn't even wait for a reply. She ripped Valerie's fancy little push-up bra right off her tits. The sound of clothing as it ripped was music to her ears.
There was something enticing about this feeling of power. She liked it. She wanted more. She looked down at the box and got an idea. She turned it over and sat it up on one corner. It stayed. It had been built to balance on one flat corner. It was a trick box.
"Sit up on this," Sandy railed.
Valerie obliged in so short a space of time, Sandy had to blink. "Sit on this and rub that cunt of yours red," she said with relish.
Her voice sounded dark and evil. It sounded like she was speaking from far away, and from a much more mature age than her eighteen years. And she liked the way she sounded. As if she were in charge. As if she were Miss Big Cheese and nobody would cross her. Nobody would ever dare cross her again.
"Rub that clit," she shouted louder.
To make her word stick, she planted the toe of her foot square into Valerie's stomach and pushed it around, digging her flesh in.
"Do as I say," she bade her. "Do as I tell you."
Again Valerie nodded. Again Sandy was seized with a rush of hot, headiness. She felt her cunt dribble honey as she watched the girl sweat and try to obey everything she told her. To the letter in fact.
Sandy took a good long look at her handiwork. Valerie had been rendered totally immobile by her own hand. She had put her into these contraptions and locked her there. She looked gorgeous. Gorgeous and totally helpless. Totally dependent on her. Her pussy lips flailed away at her clit and she felt herself grow hotter.
She saw Valerie's lips being spread apart by the sharp edge of the red box with the fire breathing dragons painted on it. She saw her cunt lips splay out hungrily and grip the edge of the box. She saw her work her cunt over the sharp edge of the box like a maniac. Like a. mad dog rubbing itself against a lamppost for a scratch.
And she got hotter every second.
"Fuck yourself with that thing," she commanded with a sneer. "Go on, do as I say. Do exactly as I say or I'll never let you out."
It was true. She held the keys. She could do anything to her friend she wished. And right now, she wished to make her suffer. To make her spend herself on the sharp edge of the box and sweat trying to make herself come.
Sandy gave her no help, only more pain. She picked the key up and started jabbing her in the stomach, along the ribs, at her tit flesh.
Vaierie responded with dark, muffled moans. Were they the moans of pleasure or of pain? It was hard for Sandy to tell.
"Fuck that box," she said with renewed vengeance. "Fuck it like I tell you or I'll keep you in there till you rot."
She sat down on the trunk and began rubbing her ass over the bumpy wicker. She built up a good amount of friction and smelled her pussy juices responding by oozing out and down her thigh.
Valerie, too, was oozing cunt honey. She was rubbing her little pink lips to a bright crimson. She rubbed her cunt to a raw rash of puffed up pussy flesh. Again and again she tore her cunt back and forth across the sharp edge of the box.
Again and again, Sandy slid up and down the rounded lid of the trunk and felt her clit stiffen. She fingered herself and watched Valerie, poor Valerie, have to make do with the corner of a painted box. It made her wince with pleasure. She blinked back tears of excitement and joy. Never, never in her life had she had so much fun.
Yes, it was fun sitting there getting herself off while she forced her friend to do the same.
"Harder, Valerie," she said with as mean a voice as she could muster.
She watched as the girl obeyed her to the letter. The girl spread her legs wider and rubbed her cunt on the box. She rubbed it back and forth, creating a slippery trail in both directions. She rubbed it till it built up heat and friction and love juice enough to lubricate a dry-bone dildo.
Her cunt was wringing wet and glistening hot pink and swollen and tantalizing open and ready for whatever Sandy could think of to do with it next. And right now, sitting there on that trunk, Sandy could think of plenty.
She heard the muffled gurgle of Val's voice. She saw the girl try to move her head rapidly from side to side. She saw her bounce up and down on the box, slamming the edge into her cunt to increase her pleasure.
And then she watched her come. It was odd, seeing it like this from a distance, but quite intriguing. She felt her own pussy muscles seize up in response and then in one mighty charge, spill forward and throw her straight off the trunk in a wild, cataclysmic rush of orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
By the time Sandy got the mask off her friend, both girls were quite excited.
"So Grandpa Randall must have been a swinger after all," Val said, once she was free of the apparatus her friend her locked her into. "I had no idea."
"Tell me who but a swinger would have this kind of stuff around?" Sandy asked and held up the mask.
The girls set the stuff down, but they couldn't deny they were still hot and horny. Most of the guys they knew just couldn't hold out very long, and the ones that did never bothered to call again.
"Of course, Grandpa Randall was probably a swinger just in Japan," Val said, trying to tear her eyes from her gorgeous girlfriend's round smooth knockers. "I don't think Grandma Aggie would have put up with any shenanigans like ... "
"Like what we just did?" her friend finished.
"No way. Grandma Aggie is just so straight-laced."
"Hey," Sandy said from out of left field, "did your Grandpa play around? I mean, did he have a girlfriend or anything?"
"How come?"
"Well, he might have bought this stuff for somebody else, not for your grandmother."
"I hadn't thought of that."
"Well, let's look around," Sandy said with renewed enthusiasm. "No telling what kind of evidence we might unearth up here."
"I don't know," Val said, feeling a little sheepish, "I don't know, really. Some stuff up here might be private."
"To whom? To a dead grandfather?"
Valerie twisted a face a moment then grinned at her hot little friend. Some more exploring of the old place might not do any harm. Besides, it was a long time yet till Sunday supper. If anybody came back, they doubted they would even think to look for them up there.
Sure enough. A search of a few more oddly-shaped boxes did unearth a pile of old brown letters tied up in a black ribbon. They smelled very feminine. Like some kind of flower perfume nobody ever used anymore.
"I think I'll read these," Val said, glancing up at her friend who was looking very tempting sitting there amongst the ruins of a past generation. "Some other time perhaps."
"Oh, shit," Sandy said. She dug her hand down further and wrapped it around something to be sure it was what she thought it was. "I think I just struck pay dirt."
Val came over to the old wardrobe she was digging in. The clothes smelled musty and moth-balled, but her clever little friend had found something far more interesting than smelly World War II vintage rags.
"Take a look at this," the blonde nymph said as she pulled out a yellowish dark object. She grabbed a leather strap and let the whole thing dangle obscenely down from it, revealing what it was and leaving no doubts about it.
The thing was a dildo. A very old, but still very functional piece of something smooth and hard and slippery.
"What the hell is this made out of?" Val said, her eyes glowing with excitement. At the moment, that wasn't all that was glowing with excitement.
Sandy felt it and liked the way it slid under her hand. "Rubber I think."
"Wow!" Val said as her friend dangled it in front of her face. "That is just too gorgeous to believe."
"It's got a strap on it," Sandy said, exhibiting the thing.
"I guess that's for the guy to put around his waist," Val said with a shy grin.
"Guy, nothing, Val," Sandy popped back, "Guys have one of their own, remember?"
"I don't think most of them have ones that stay this hard," her dark-haired friend giggled. "Not any ones I've ever seen anyway."
Before Val could whistle "Dixie" Sandy was strapping the leather thong piece around her waist.
"What the hell are you doing?" Val said, slightly shocked.
"What does it look like, Kid?"
Before Val could finish whistling "Dixie" the girl had the thing strapped around her waist and buckled tight. She felt the hard butt end of the thing sticking flush against her cunt.
It had a hard rubbery projection on the back end of it, as well as the rather elongated projection up front and it felt mighty good jutting up into her pussy slit.
"I love to see this thing," Sandy said. She gripped it and pulled it down hard. It sprang back up erect.
"It does what you tell it to do," Val said with a wink.
"It does. And now you're going to do what I tell you to do."
"What if I don't?" Val said. It was a bluff. She had no intention of doing anything other than what Sandy asked. She was the one with the cock just now.
And the cock looked spectacularly long and hot and ready.
As ready as any man's dick she had ever seen.
More ready in fact.
"We're going to need a little lubricant, huh?" Val said. She wondered if she should protest. The thing was fully ten inches long and very wide from stem to stern. She figured her friend would only put it in a little bit. That wouldn't hurt. In fact, it would probably feel damn good.
"Yeah," Sandy said, putting on her tough voice again.
"I'll see if we have anything around here," she said and turned her foxy raven-haired head around.
"No need to look further than your mouth, Hon," Sandy said, admiring the huge projection between her legs. "Spit on me, Kid, and I think we'll be in business."
Val couldn't believe what her friend was asking her to do.
But before she could protest, Sandy slapped her down on all fours and thrust the permanently hard member between her lips. "Suck it!" she commanded.
She grabbed Val by the bangs and pulled her mouth up and forced the rubbery prick down her mouth chute.
Val gagged. She gagged and choked and spit up enough lubricant to satisfy her tormentor. Sandy liked the way Val looked down there. All squatted down on all fours like a hound dog begging.
Maybe she would make her beg. What the hell had come over her anway? She wasn't her usual cutsie little preppie self today. She had been a cheerleader at Westfield High. And she was pledging a sorority this fall. She fit the mold of a typical freshman at Buford U. So did Val.
Why then were the two of them in this position just now? With Val on her hind quarter lapping up a rubber dildo Sandy had strapped around her own waist.
The thing protruded at an obscene angle and made Val wince with pleasure just to see it. Imagine how the tip of that thing would feel stuck up inside her pert pink cunt hollow?
"Spread your thighs, Sweet Stuff," Sandy said. That other personality had taken over now. She was an evil little bitch when she got hot. And today she was worse than ever.
Maybe it was that obscene yellowish dildo. That dark prick stick thrust up between her own naturally soft and smooth velvety thighs. The contrast was striking. It had been more than she would ever have dared to try on her own. But with her friend here, maybe that would make it all right.
"Wow!" Val said. She looked up at the third eye staring down at her.
Sandy had yanked her legs wide apart and she had a hold of her hair now. She had begun to pull it, though not hard. But the funny thing was, whatever Sandy did to her, whatever mean thing she perpetrated on her, was fine with Val. She liked it. She liked being treated rough by her friend.
The cock dildo was very fat and long indeed from this angle. It looked almost juicy. And it was wet just now. Glistening with her own spittle. And now, Sandy was going to shove it into her cunt tunnel.
"Spread them," Sandy repeated in a harsh voice.
Val saw the look on her face. It was cruel, mean, selfish and hot. The girl was turning her on as much as that obscene cock pole stuck up between her smooth alabaster thighs.
Sandy snuggled the butt end of the thick prick stick between Val's willing little pussy lips. She felt the end of the thing stick even further up into her cunt.
The thing had the action of diddling the person wearing it as well as screwing the person on the receiving end. It was a winning device. She pressed up into the girl's luscious cunt lips. She felt them part, like a flesh curtain of ecstasy.
"Stick it a little easier," Val pleaded.
She didn't know why she feared the thing all of a sudden, but she did. It scared her almost as much as the look on Sandy's face. Or perhaps it was the look on Sandy's face that scared her.
She looked evil. Strange way for a blonde freshman at Buford U. to look, but there it was just the same.
Sandy rammed the hard meat up the girl's pussy.
"Oh, not so hard," Val cried. She squirmed a little, but Sandy held her fast.
"Don't go anywhere," Sandy said. "You're going to be here for a long, long time if I have my way. And I guarantee you, I will."
It did seem so. Sandy had her pinned hard to the floor of the attic. And she had her cunt lips spread wide and pinned that way, too, what with the flogging big dick sticking erect as a fencepost inside her cunt.
"Oooooooooh," Sandy said. The harder she thrust, the harder the little knob on the other end dug into her own pussy slit. The feeling was sheer bliss. Seeing Val pinned to the floor was driving her crazy. And knowing that it was she who pinned her, made her feel even more savagely hot.
Harder she thrust as Val responded with a whimper.
She drove the thing up inside the girl's muscular pussy channel and felt her own cunt vibrate from the force of the knob at her end. The sensation was ecstatic. Harder still, she plunged.
"Noooooooo," cried Val. "I can't take it. It's too much, Sandy."
"You'll take anything I give you," Sandy said and bucked her hips to drive the big cock in harder. "You'll take it and like it."
Val did like it, but it was too much. Most guys she knew had seven or eight inches at the most. This thing was stretching her cunt out to the maximum. It might even be making her bleed. The sensation was pure torture. Torture and a lot of hot, lusty pleasure.
She felt her groin glowing. She felt her cunt vibrating and spewing forth hot, juicy pussy ooze. The stuff flowed out of her and down her thighs. The thing inside her hurt like a hot poker, but she loved it.
And she loved the way Sandy was dominating her, making her do everything she said. She relaxed a bit and felt her cunt muscles caress the huge intruder.
Her cunt muscles wrapped around the fuck pole and began agitating it. She clawed her fingernails into the soft wood of the attic floor. The pain was damn near unbearable, but the joy was undeniable.
She humped her hips hard and felt them bang against the floor. She saw the look on Sandy's face-not the sweet, fluffy sweater look of a freshman in college, but the evil, dark and lusty gaze of a sensual, domineering woman.
A woman who knew what she liked and wouldn't let anybody tell her otherwise. Not even her best friend. Maybe she even knew what her best friend liked. And maybe, maybe, this was it. It sure felt close. Very close.
"Take that you fucking little dyke," Sandy sneered.
She began a series of circular motions, like a spoon stirring coffee. Around and around the cock churned inside her. She humped her hips and gabbed every single lunge. She followed every play Sandy ran on her.
From nowhere, she simply couldn't get enough. Always before, she had thought sex pretty tame and underrated. But here today, lying on this hot, dusty floor, she felt as hot as lava. Lava in the guts. Lava in the hidden folds of her juiced up, thirsty crimson cunt.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried and hurled her whole body forward so that her pussy snatched the dildo pole all the way to the base.
It gripped the thing hard, harder. She couldn't get enough. And the cock wouldn't get soft. Ever. That was a relief. Harder she fucked. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, do it, Sandy. Do it to me, please...."
Her voice drifted off and she almost lost control of her muscles for a moment. The thing poked her back to her bowels, then she felt it slide away.
"What the hell-!"
She propped herself up on her elbows to get a look. Sure enough, Sandy was pulling the prick out of her cunt.
"What the hell are you doing that for?" she said, almost in tears.
"Because you aren't appreciative enough," Sandy said with an evil glint in her coal black eyes. "You gotta really want me, Hon, or you ain't got me at all."
"Nooooooo," Val pleaded, "I want you. Jesus Christ, Sandy. Don't stop now."
Val felt her pussy walls tingle with an awful emptiness. She really missed the rubbery prick sticking up inside it. She begged, she pleaded. She got down on her hands and knees and sucked her own pussy juice off the head of the cock dildo, but Sandy wouldn't plug her with it.
Instead, she began walloping her with . it. She flogged her tits with the rubber cock piece. She slapped her nipples till they turned bright burgundy.
She used the dildo as a whipping stick. She beat Val senseless with it. All over her face, all over her breasts and down her thighs.
Over and over again Sandy beat Val. She beat her till tears stained her cheeks and her body showed red welts raised up on it.
It was as if she were driven by demons. She couldn't stop hammering the girl with her dick whip. And the more she beat her, the more she felt the thing protrude into her slick pink hole.
Every harsh slap at her friend was another delicious dig into her slimy hot cunt channel. "Stop, stop," Val cried.
"Shut your mouth, Cunt."
"No, no. I can't take this anymore."
"You'll take it and like it."
"No, you're hurting me. You're playing too rough."
"I ain't playing, Bitch."
"Please, Sandy. Please. I'll do anything."
"Roll over."
"What?"
"Roll over and let me whip you on the other side."
Val rolled her aching luscious little body over on the floor and felt the flogging dildo hard against her flesh. Again the slaps rained down her. Again she heard the splatting sound of solid rubber against smooth, outstretched flesh.
She winced with pain. She cried and begged her friend to stop, but her words fell on deaf ears. She took the blows all over her body and she cried real tears. She was terrified. She was terrified and she trembled.
"Now beg for it," Sandy admonished.
She tossed her back onto her backside and stuck the rubber cock knob between her lips.
"Please," Val cried. "Please."
"Not good enough."
Val wanted to please her friend. She wanted to please her because she wanted that cock between her legs and sliding up and out of her juiced up cunt slit. She wanted it because in fact, she was getting fucked like she had never been fucked before. No man's cock she had ever seen had this kind of staying power. Nothing she had ever felt inside her could compare to it.
"Please, please," she cried again. She tilted her gorgeous raven-haired head back and bawled. "Come on, Sandy. I'll do anything. Anything you say. Only fuck me. Fuck me, please. Again, please. I can't take it anymore. I want it. Come on, give it to me. Please!!!!!!!!!"
Sandy smiled cruelly. She had her friend right where she wanted her. Right in the palm of her hand. Right under the tip of her dick.
"If you promise to do one thing," Sandy said. "But you gotta promise."
"I promise."
"You gotta let me be the boss, Val," Sandy said. "You gotta let me call the shots. Whenever we get together. I gotta fuck you, Val. I'm the head of this outfit. If you wanna play with me, I gotta be on top."
"Anything, like I said. But please ram that thing up me again. I can't take it anymore. Just looking at it doing me in."
With one scissors motion. Sandy spread her friends legs out and rammed the devilish hard rubber cock up her girlfriend's cunt. Like a pile driver, she drove it deep, deep inside the girl's pussy hole.
"Ooooooooh," Val screamed with delight and pain. "That feels so good. I want more, more."
Sandy worked the wet, juicy bulb end of the rubber cock in and out of the girl's fresh, hot, juicy pussy channel. She screwed it to one side, and then to the other.
She jerked it in and out slowly and then in and out fast. She pulled it halfway out and began a vibrating motion that nearly sent them both through the roof.
"Do it, pleeeeeease," Val begged.
"Fuck that prick, you little shit," Sandy catcalled.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Sandy."
"Take it, Princess," Sandy replied. "Take it all the way up to your tonsils."
Val took it all the way to the base and grasped it firmly with her pussy muscles. She felt a churning inside. She felt her stomach muscles churn and spin out of control. She felt her insides soar up, up over the landscape and then crash down, down into a sweet cloud of ecstasy.
Sandy felt the hard rubber knob thrust in and out of her yearning pussy. It made her clit raw with rubbing. It made her hole wet with desire. The juice ran from between her legs and soaked her pussy lips. It soaked her thighs. It soaked her legs. It soaked Val's thighs and pussy and legs.
"Oh, Jesus," she screamed as the rubbery thing finally hit home.
She spun back and plunged forward. The cock was as hard as ever and that gave her a bonus thrill. She tilted her head back and let a long, moaning sigh escape her lips. She came like a ton of bricks.
She put her hands on Val's clit and grabbed ahold for dear life. She bit her nipples so hard her teeth hurt. She bucked her hips up and down and down and up. And she came and came and came again. She lost count.
But Val was right there. She pumped her back. She pumped her own end of the handle, helping her to achieve a wild, unbridled climax.
"Whew," Val muttered as she helped her friend slither the thing back out of her wet, wrung out cunt. She was spent.
"God almighty," Sandy said. "That, I don't believe."
"You should believe it."
"You were really okay, you know that?"
"You were super, Sandy."
"Oh, shucks, it weren't nothing." Her friend looked a little modest. But she looked pretty proud of herself, too.
"Why don't we get this thing off?"
"I suppose we have to, huh?"
CHAPTER THREE
The girls ate in silence. There were other boarders at Grandma Randall's long oak table. But Val and Sandy tried to ignore them. The biggest thing on both their minds at the moment was to get back up to the attic.
Of course, there was homework to do, but that hardly seemed to matter just now.
School-school seemed like a distant, far-off dream to the two young girls. It was mostly boring stuff anyway. History and Chem and Philosophy. Who cared?
"Well," a voice said from across the table, "how do you girls like Buford U.?"
It was Latisha Pruitt, Grandma Randall's star boarder. She was a gymnastic instructor at the local high school in Buford City. And she was an Amazon. About six foot tall, if Val's eye could be trusted. She would have been too embarrassed to ask her her actual height.
"Oh, okay," Sandy tried. She shot the towering woman a smile and pointed to the mashed potatoes. "Would you pass these over to him?"
Latisha grabbed the dish and heaved it down next to her. An elderly gentleman scooped up a batch of the white fluffy stuff and slammed it onto his plate. Val wondered about Latisha.
She had been staying with Grandma Randall for about four years. She was young, say about thirty, but she was an odd one. Very few men around, as far as Val could tell. Grandma Randall thought it cute that she didn't date.
"Figure that one's got her mind on a career," Agatha Randall told her one day. She was hanging the wash out and chatting with her grandaughter who was sitting in the porch swing. "She's a smart one, too. She don't mess with men folk."
That had sounded odd to Val at the time.
Why wouldn't anyone like to go out with a hot guy sometime? She'd been fucked on more than one occasion in the back seat of a Chevy or given head under the football stadium at Westfield High. And it hadn't hurt her a bit. In fact, she liked it a lot.
But after today, she was wondering about all that. She had really gotten off on having her best friend plug her with that dildo. Gotten off like she never had in her life. And now she was starting to wonder.
Maybe women were her thing. Could she be a lesbian? She took a hard look at Sandy and then at Latisha. Sandy was a sharp cookie. All the guys at Westfield had had a shot at her and she always came back for more.
But Val had been popular, too. They had both always figured they were straight. But then, they'd never played around in Agatha Randall's attic till today. Val closed her eyes and wondered what other delights awaited them up there.
She eyed Latisha as the woman helped herself to a crescent roll. She was a very handsome woman. Blonde and big-busted, like Sandy, only not as angelic looking. A little exotic around the eyes, which were a deep sea green.
When she sat down at Grandma Randall's table, her tits hung over the table like the continental shelf. She wore gymnastic clothes a lot-sweat suits and shorts with tight-fitting T-shirts. And she had a set of weights in her room.
She must have worked out a lot, because Sandy and Val could hear her on the floor overhead when they were in their rooms studying. They could hear her leave early in the morning to jog. She was a physical fitness buff.
"You like all your teachers?" Latisha said to Sandy.
Val could have sworn she winked at her, but maybe she was just reading things in where they didn't belong. Maybe ... well, it was possible. Latisha didn't have any boyfriends that anyone around there had ever seen.
And all the people at Randall's Boarding House were champion gossips. If one had shown up, somebody would have told Grandma Randall or Val or Sandy. It continued to be a mystery as to what this gorgeous blonde did in her spare time.
If she had any at all! She was seldom in one place for longer than it took her to build up a sweat.
"I wonder if you girls would care to join me in the sitting room?" she said to Val and Sandy after a few minutes more of chomping.
Dessert wasn't especially tasty tonight. All the boarders seemed to find it difficult to get into deep dish sweet potato pie.
"Run along," Grandma Randall said as Val shot her a questioning glance. She was supposed to help her grandmother clear the table, but the woman had little else to do, and Val was young enough to do everything. Clearing the table seemed like an incredible waste. She shot the woman a thankful look and headed for the huge parlor.
Latisha Pruitt motioned both of them over toward the grand piano and sat herself down on the love seat facing it. All the women were somewhat hidden by potted palms.
"Did you want to talk to us about anything special, Miss Pruitt?"
Val sat down and watched her next move. The voluptuous woman sat back and threw them both a long, lingering grin.
"I thought I should tell you that I heard some strange noises coming from the attic this afternoon."
"Probably mice," Val said lamely.
"Probably," her partner in crime agreed.
"I don't think so," Latisha said back calmly. "I live on the third floor, don't forget. I'm only one flight down from that attic. I know mice when I hear them. And I know the sound of young girls playing with tire."
"We were not!" Val protested. She tossed her silky black locks back and stared at the woman with indignation, or something approaching it.
"I don't mean with matches, Silly," Latisha grinned. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a stick of gum. "I mean with each other."
Val swallowed hard and stared at Sandy.
Sandy stiffled a giggle and bounced up and down on the love seat a few times.
"You mean you heard us?" she said, and Val thought she almost sounded proud of herself. The little tattle tale bitch.
"We weren't doing anything wrong," Val argued. She stuck her chin out to show Miss Pruitt she meant business. But her knees felt weak.
"I don't happen to think you were," Latisha said calmly. She unwrapped the gum and stuck it in her mouth, "but you were doing something dangerous."
"How's that?" Sandy said, leaning forward to catch her every word.
"You were getting off on each other, and I want to tell you where that can lead. Just so you both know."
Val couldn't believe her ears. She thought nobody in the house could tell what they were up to. Now this. Humiliating, it was.
"What do you know that we don't already?" Sandy said, very smartly.
"I know a lot," Latisha said with a kittenish smile. She sat back and stuck her tits up and put her hands on her rounded, firm hips. "And I think you better listen to what I have to tell you."
"And if we don't?" Val said, trying a little offense.
"You might as well forget that," Latisha said. "I've got too much on you."
Val sat still a moment and felt her lower lip quiver. The woman had her dead to rights.
"Look," she went on, "I'm not scolding you kids. I just want you to know that you're getting into a very heavy lesbian scene. Or bisexual scene, if you two happen to like boys, which I suppose you do, though I myself find them frightfully boring." She supressed a yawn.
"We do what we like," Sandy said sternly. "And what happens to please us." .
"You do that a lot and you won't be able to stop," Latisha shot back.
"For crying out loud," Val began. But Latisha grabbed her so hard around the wrist she almost screamed. The woman was an Amazon!
"Don't fuck with me, Sister," she said flatly. "Now I'll give you a choice. We can march straight up into the attic and deal squarely with each other, or I can go running to Grandma. Which will it be?"
"That's blackmail," Val protested.
"It's getting the upper hand," Latisha insisted. "And I always like to get the upper hand."
Without any more words, the three headed toward the stairs. Val went first and the other two followed. As they spiralled up the last flight of wooden steps toward the attic Latisha began talking quietly.
"You didn't know your grandfather too well, did you Val?"
"I'm beginning to now," she giggled. "I had no idea."
"Nobody did," the blonde teacher said as they hit the landing. "He was a very quiet man. He liked to plant vegetables and make his own ginger ale. He was good to your grandmother."
"If I hadn't seen some of the stuff he kept up here today, I would say he was a pretty dull man."
"No, he wasn't. Far from it," Latisha said as they found the light switch. "He had a mistress."
"No shit!" Val said with surprise. "The old coot."
"Not really," Latisha said back. "He was something of a rake, though."
"A mistress! Wow!" Sandy said. She sat back on the trunk and remembered a moment how good her pussy felt sliding up and down on it earlier today.
"Her name was Deborah. She was a fine girl from a fine home in town. A home for juvenile delinquents. Grandpa Randall met her when she was only twelve."
"Where is she today?" Val asked as she watched the beautiful gym teacher walk around the room with amazing confidence.
"I don't know. She was living here as a boarder when I first came here four years ago. It was she who showed me all this," Latisha said.
With a surprise gesture that no one saw coming, Latisha reached up under the light switch and pulled a cord tucked under the plate. From one end of the attic, another light went on and then the studs in the wall started to move.
Val grabbed her mouth not to scream out. Sandy stared at the moving door. It swung half open.
"A fucking hidden door," Val said at last.
"And just wait till you see what's inside," Latisha said with a grin. "It's not to be believed. Your grandfather had it specially designed for Deborah and their little ... friends."
"Friends?" Val said wistfully. She knew perfectly well what Latisha meant, but she thought she'd play coy for a while yet.
"Oh, they used to invite people in. Young girls from the town, actually. Some of Deborah's little friends from the orphanage. And they'd do some pretty wild things. Wanna see what I mean right now?"
"Sure...." the girls nodded in agreement. It wasn't every day they got to see a secret room in Grandma Randall's attic.
Latisha lead them into a small dark room and turned on a light switch. No light went on. Instead, the door behind them creaked shut. But when it did, a little light came on over a fireplace.
A small tensor beam type light.
"Here," Latisha said smoothly. She picked up a box of long fireplace matches and reached up. Suddenly, an amber glow illuminated the room.
"A torch?" Sandy said, totally amazed.
"Why not?" Latisah grinned, "your grandfather wanted the best for his little mistress."
"And her friends?" Sandy added coyly. "And her friends."
"I wonder if we could pretend we're her friends?" Val said innocently. "After all, attics are to play in."
"This one was," Latisha said. She walked over to a huge silken screen with more fire breathing dragons painted on it and slipped behind it. "I hope you girls are getting ready to play," she said from behind it, "because I'm about to put on a costume."
Within ten seconds, Val had slipped her clothes off and was racing Sandy with her shoes. Something about the secretiveness of all this. Of having this hot, beautiful gym teacher up there with them made both girls eager to try anything new and different. Maybe college wasn't going to be such a drag after all."
Before the girls could look up, Latisha came out from behind the screen. She was stark naked. Under the glow of the amber torch light, she was magnificent.
Tall and voluptuous and very muscular. That was the overall impression one got looking at her. She had taken her blonde hair out of the pony tail she wore at dinner and it hung down to her waist.
"Wow!" Sandy said, staring at her with her mouth agape.
"I might say the same about you two," Latisha said.
She crossed over to a huge brass bound trunk and opened it. Both girls looked in and gasped. There was tons of equipment in there. More kinds of odd things than they thought possible in one place.
"Your grandfather's secret cache," Latisha said and dug into the booty.
"What the hell are those?" Sandy said as Latisha threw out a black set of huge iron cuffs onto a soft velour divan.
"They're thigh cuffs," the woman said.
"I thought they looked kind of big," Val said and immediately began to feel hot between her own slender girlish thighs. All the way up to her pussy, actually.
There were smaller cuffs attached to each of them on thick, silver chains.
"And these?" Sandy said as Latisha tossed the other one on the divan. "What are they for?"
"To attach to my lady's wrists," the woman said as she sat next to them.
She began tinkering with the lock and opened the thing up easily, both the wrist cuffs and the thicker ones for the thighs.
"Who wants to try this on?" she said with a hint of mystery. "I think it only fair to warn you that if you do, I won't unlock them till I've had my way with you."
"Sounds good to me," Sandy said with a wide-mouthed grin. "How about you, Val?"
"I think I want to watch this time," Val said and plunked herself down on the divan. The plush velour felt real good against her bare buns.
Latisha wasted no time getting to work.
"You're going to do exactly as you're told now, Sandy," the blonde seductress said in a voice dripping of honey and venom.
"Yes, Mistress," Sandy said, bowing her fluffy dishwater blonde head. "Anything you say."
"Sit on the floor and spread your legs."
The woman's voice was harsh, directive. She said everything crisply and reminded both the girls of a military officer. Only a very sexy one.
"Wider!" the woman commanded in a strident voice.
She strolled back and forth in front of the girl and talked to her as if she were a pet in a cage and Latisha was the head zookeeper.
"Here," she said, "You put these on her, Val."
Val knew better than to argue. She clamped the hard rings of metal around Sandy's sweet teenage thighs and added the wrist cuffs.
"I'm going to lock you in," Latisha said after a few moments of looking at Sandy. Sandy looked like an angel in chains.
She got a key from the trunk and Val's pussy went wild the moment she heard the final little click of the key in the lock. Sandy was now trussed up permanently, or as permanently as Latisha wanted her to be, that is.
"Remember," the woman said with a severe look on her face. "This is for your own good. I want you to understand a few things about discipline. Neither of you seem to have it now, but just wait till I get through with you."
The girls shot each other impassioned glances. This woman was serious, far more serious than either of them had been in the other part of the attic earlier that afternoon. What she said, she no doubt meant.
"You're going to eat me, Sandy," Latisha said. She pulled her two enormous bosoms together and rubbed her nipples against each other. "You're going to eat me just like I like it. And you're going to love it."
"I don't know," Sandy squirmed. "I sort of like to do the heavy work, you know. When Val and I were playing before, I was the one who-"
"I know you were," Latisha said with a scowl. "That's why I had you clamped in these irons. I have to break you first."
"Oh, no," Sandy said. She felt her heart sink. She had so wanted to be the dominant one. She wanted Val to look up to her and she wanted to be on top of it. But that was not to be. Not while Latisha ruled the roost.
The blonde temptress got down on her knees and forced Sandy's mouth open. Sandy could do nothing but scream her protests. She could go nowhere. She could not fight the woman off. She had to sit there and take it just like it was dished out to her.
"Now suck these," the woman said and thrust her whole huge hard nipple head into Sandy's mouth. "Suck them with your tongue, Slave."
Sandy shook her head around and sent her hair billowing up. Twin tears of fright poured down her cheeks.
"Pleeeeease," she said, "I don't want to be a slave. Pleeeeeease."
"You'll do as I command."
The huge woman dominated the smaller girl completely. She thrust her ruddy red nipple inside Sandy's mouth and forced her head down on it.
Sandy felt her hand hard against the back of her head. Like a body blow. The woman was incredibly strong. Her muscles rippled in the torch light. She had never seen such a strong woman and she was frightened.
"You'll like it once you get the hang of it," Latisha said and pressed the terrified girl's head down so hard she practically choked.
"Nooooooooooo," Sandy let out. Then, she felt an intrusion of hard, rubbery flesh invade her mouth and practically fill it up.
"Mmmmmffffffrrrgggg," she said and tried to move away.
But she was locked in place. Locked into the evil little device her best friend had been forced into putting on her. It was a cruel trick. Sandy despised it, or so Val thought. She was certainly acting like she did.
"Don't hurt her," Val whined from her place on the divan.
"Shut up!" Latisha shouted back.
Val fell silent. The scene was incredibly hot, and it was terrifying. Sandy was totally under Latisha's thumb. She could do anything she wanted to the girl and Sandy couldn't lift a finger.
She winced as she tried to pull her hands up to stop the crazed she-bitch from choking her with her huge ruby nipples. Each time she tried, her wrist hurt so much, she couldn't move her hand.
The cuffs were pinching her. They were on tight, and Latisha had put them on that way on purpose. Latisha was a schooled disciplinarian. And Sandy was a new slave. But she was learning. And she was learning fast. Pain was her teacher.
"Now suck my cunt," the huge woman railed. She stood up and towered over the frightened girl.
Val looked up and cowered. The woman was spreading her cunt lips apart with her fingers. Her hole looked enormous. Bigger than the entrance to a cave. Like a blackened subway tunnel that went on endlessly.
"You're going to shove that hot little tongue of yours up my cunt and love it."
Again Sandy shouted, but she stopped midway. A hard hand slapped across her cheek. She looked up startled. The woman had slapped her so hard, it made her teeth rattle. Her eyes were filled with tears. She blinked harder.
"I want you to lick my pussy," the woman said, "with complete enjoyment. Do you hear me?"
Sandy heard. She tried not to listen, but she knew if she didn't do what this woman commanded, she would be at her mercy.
She opened her mouth and felt the hot, wringing wet cunt lips of the huge dominatrix descend over her whole face. The woman held her cunt lips apart and sat down on Sandy's sweet little angelic face.
She began to bounce. She bounced up and down on Sandy's wet, smooth face. She bounced on her pug little nose and on her sweet, hot cherry red lips.
She stuck her clit into the little girl's mouth and commanded her to suck it hard. "Suck my clit, Slave! Suck it or I'll whip you to within an inch of your disgusting little preppie existence. Hear me?"
Sandy tried to nod, but she only succeeded in gulping down more of the woman's wet cunt lips.
"Put that tongue of yours out," Latisha commanded. "Stick it out where I can feel it, or I may just decide to cut it off."
"Noooo," Val said from the divan. Her cunt was quivering fast, and she had to stick her finger up it to keep herself from squirming in pleasure. She muffled her cries. She didn't want the vicious vixen Latisha to turn on her.
Latisha was growing impatient. She reached her hand around Sandy's slender white neck and began to strangle her. With that, the girl stuck out her tongue. She was learning the hard way from her mistress that she must do exactly as she was bade.
She must do exactly as she was bade or suffer the consequences.
"Suck me, suck me." Latisha stormed.
Sandy felt her tongue go to work on the woman's insides. It shoved up past the tight pink inner lips and into the sweet portals of hot juicy desire. It shoved up and straight into the woman's cunt hole.
She tasted the woman's runny cunt honey. She reamed her pussy with all her might. And she ached from the pain and humiliation of being forced against her will to do these things. She was being made a slave and it hurt.
"Harder, harder," the sex-crazed bitch said as she stomped her feet and began to slap Sandy across the face. She pounded her fists along the girl's back in a headlong rush to climax.
"More, more," she shouted again and again.
Sandy plugged her cunt hole with her tongue. She swabbed it around and around as fast as her eager girlish tongue muscles would let her. She drew her head back and thrust her whole rolled up tongue inside again.
The woman screamed. Sandy felt her come. She felt her pitch forward and rock back and come. She knew she was having a climax and it felt odd. Strange that she should feel as she did, but the woman was turning her on. She found she liked to be down here on her knees. The resistance had been sweet, but now it was over. She had become Latisha's little slave girl, and now it was time to serve her.
It was also time she got off, too. And she hoped her mistress would take good care of her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"That's adorable," Latisha said to Sandy as she locked her necklace cuff around the girl's throat.
"Maybe it will hide the strangulation marks," said Sandy under her breath.
"What did you say?" Latisha asked in a cruel voice. She turned around and eyed Sandy fiercely. "Say that again."
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Sandy whimpered.
"But you hurt me when you did that to me last time. You really marked me up."
"That's as it should be," Latisha said haughtily. "I should leave my mark on you. I am the Mistress. You are the Slave Girl."
Something about that statement made Sandy twice as hot as she had been already. She liked serving Latisha. It would be fun to have some more fun with her. She seemed to know a lot. But there were questions both girls had to ask.
"May I speak, Mistress?" Val piped up. She wanted to be completely polite to the woman. She didn't want to take any chances offending her.
"Speak," the blonde bitch said. "Now."
"Well, I feel a little strange. Kind of giddy in my stomach and a little bit in my head, too."
"And why is that?"
"Because Sandy and me ... we're straight. I mean, we like guys. We both went to the Westfield Senior Prom with football players. We double dated."
"You're talking of girlish things," Latisha said. She leaned back and fingered a set of wrist cuffs with a thick bar separating them. "Of course, you can date guys all you like. But I must warn you, once you become my slaves, you won't want to have much to do with men in the sexual department."
"No?" Sandy said, her eyes wide as saucers. "I can't believe it. I mean, I know you're good to us, Mistress. We like you and all, but there is just so much to learn."
"I'm going to teach you, too."
"I hope so," Val said. She was already beginning to forget about boys. They had cocks, but most of them just stiffened up, poked around and shot their load. Then they were all through for fifteen minutes. She wanted more.
"Put this on her," Latisha commanded Val. She tossed her a set of wrist cuffs with the bar between them. And another set of slightly larger cuffs. These were separated by a dangling silver chain.
Sandy submitted, only a little more willingly. It was fun playing with Latisha. She knew a lot about sex and women and how to get herself off. She could only hope the woman would be as considerate of her.
"Now come over here," Latisha said.
The girl padded over and Latisha locked her arms along her sides with yet another of the keys. Then, the woman opened a slender door in the wall and produced a metal ski affair. A solid brass dildo was jutting out of the front end of the ski. The whole thing was set on a black wrought iron tripod about the height of ... say a young girl's cunt opening.
"Now you're going to get off," Latisha said. "In fact, I command it."
"Couldn't somebody just eat me?" Sandy said. She hated to beg for it, but she was feeling hot and horny and totally unloved.
"No. You're going to have to take punishment along with the pleasure. You still have a long way to go before learning how to serve your mistress with the complete loyalty that she demands. Now is that understood?"
"Yes," Sandy replied with her eyes cast downwards.
"Yes, what?" the voice spoke firmly, and with an air of superiority.
"Yes, Mistress."
"That's better. Now come here."
Sandy padded over. Latisha made her straddle the thing. She looked at Val and Val looked back at her. There wasn't much Val could do about it. She thought her friend Sandy looked adorable straddled across the fancy brass dick apparatus.
The dildo was pointing up at a rakish angle. It was pointing straight toward Sandy's pert pink cunt slit.
"You're not going to make her ride that, are you?" Val asked in her usual innocent high-pitched voice. "You're not going to make her stick that big thing up her pussy?"
Actually it was the same size as the huge thing her best friend had stuck up Val's cunt only a few hours ago, and Val was kind of glad to see somebody else get it.
Of course, she couldn't help wishing it was her all over again.
"She's going to sit on it all right," the blonde woman said with utter confidence. "And what's more, she's going to just love it."
"Noooooooo," Sandy shouted at them both. "I don't just love it. I don't want this thing up me. Not like this. I have to take it a little at a time. I have to take it gently."
"Sit down and shut up," the blonde beauty said as she sat back on the divan and admired the view.
"Don't make me," Sandy protested again. Only this time, her cries had a hollow ring to them. Nobody paid her much attention.
"Spread your legs, Val," Latisha commanded. "Now do as I say."
Val spread her legs like scissors on command. She smiled sweetly at her captor. "You like?"
"Stop acting so innocent," Latisha snapped. "I happen to know a whole lot more about you and your family than you want me to."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're like your grandfather, Hon. He used to love to sit there and watch the show."
"You were one of the ... friends, huh?" Val said. She had guessed as much. How else would this girl know so much about the place? Or so much about how to use the equipment. Or so much about to get another girl off.
"I lived at the orphanage with Deborah," Latisha said. "She was older than me by fifteen years. But she used to share a room with me. She made me do a lot of things to please her. She was a beautiful woman, but a little cruel."
"What kind of things did you have to do to please her?" Val said to her blonde mistress.
The woman responded by wrapping her hard hand around Val's neck and throwing her to the floor. "Things like this," she said cruelly.
She spread her own legs wide and thrust her gorgeous blonde pussy toward the ceiling.
"What are you doing?" Val said, practically crying out from the pain of the woman's grasp around her little neck.
Latisha dug her fingernails into the girl's shoulders and yanked her forward, skinning her knees on the floor as she did so. "Making you do as you're told."
"But I would do as I was told," Val hollered, "you don't have to force me." What was wrong with this woman anyway? Didn't she know what a sweet little lamb Val was? Didn't she know that she wasn't as rebellious as Sandy.
She didn't need to be treated like this. She would comply with anything the gorgeous six foot Amazon bade her to do. Yet she was still being forced to her bloody knees and made to eat the older woman's cunt out with her own quivering mouth.
"You don't understand, do you?" Latisha said, sounding very smug. "I really don't think you understand at all. But you will."
Val let out a plaintive little cry. The woman was making her feel miserable. Of course, she would love to suck her cunt, but did it have to be under these circumstances? Couldn't they just be friends?
"No, Mistress," she wailed. "I don't understand. Why are you treating me the same way you are treating my friend? She's not buckling under, but I never had any arguments with anything you wanted. I want to eat your pussy."
"And you're the most dangerous slave of all," she said at last. She never released her firm grip from around, the girl's shoulders. "You're the one who plays at being my pet, but all the time you are plotting to take my place."
"No!!!!!!!" Val protested.
"Yes, you are the one that is insincere. I can break your friend here, but I'll never break you."
"I'm not insincere!" Val wailed. "I'm not!!!!!!"
Latisha unlocked her fingers from the flesh of the girl's shoulders and grabbed her erect pink nipples. She pulled her forward, inch by agonizing inch until her mouth was flush with the woman's cunt.
"Prove it," she said through clenched teeth.
Val opened her eyes and stared straight into the runny wet pussy hole of the gigantic woman. The slimy swollen lips of her pussy were rubbery and alive with undulation. Like fat pink caterpillars the insides of her cunt lips gripped together, then released to expose the black diamond of the woman's mammoth cunt hole.
"Eat!" she commanded. "Eat me while I watch your little friend get hers on the end of that brass monkey over there."
Val began to eat. She pressed her tiny pink tongue around the woman's shimmering wet folds. She smelled the faint odor of cunt juice. She felt like the big thing might suck her up. She felt like she might be sucked up by the eye of the hurricane quivering at the tip of her tongue.
"Suck it, Slave," Latisha repeated.
Val breathed in. She sucked her cheeks in like fleshy bellows and sucked the woman's cunt honey out of her hole. She patted her tongue the woman's thick pussy lips and slurped into her tight slit.
The sucking sounds coming from the divan made Sandy very hot. She eyed the brass dildo. The thing would stay hard forever if that's what she wanted. Actually, it depended on her mistress. It depended on what her mistress wanted.
"Now start to run your cunt lips over that dildo, Bitch," her commander shouted. Latisha sat back and wrapped her strong thighs around Val's lustrous black head of hair. "Go on, now. Do as I command. Or you know what will happen."
Sandy knew very well. She spread her legs wide. She faced the huge brass dildo and tried to angle her cunt down over it so that it wouldn't hurt her too much.
She wanted to do it right. She wanted to make sure Latisha liked the way she was doing it. She didn't want the woman to rush over and plunge her down on the hard brass dick knob.
"Sit on it, Slave."
She knew she should hurry, but she wanted to be careful. Her cunt felt hot. It felt hot and slippery and wet and ready. She placed her cunt down gingerly on the protruding knob of dick brass. It was icy cold, but her cunt lips warmed it.
She skewered herself directly in the hole. Bull's eye! She hoped Latisha would be proud of her.
She looked at the action on the divan. It was making her fluids charge out of her cunt slit. She worked the head of the brass thing up and down with the clinging tight lips of her delicate pink cunt. She slid her gash over the knob and worked it up and down, down and up ... building up the heat and friction to a tolerable level.
And the action made her hot. The action on the divan and the action between her tingling pussy lips made her hot and willing and ready for anything her mistress might dish out to her.
"Harder, Slave," the woman said.
From the sound of her voice, she did not sound pleased with the way Sandy was working her brass dildo in and out of her cunt. From her next comment, she was certain of it.
"If you can't do that right, I'll have to come over there and make you."
Latisha smiled and turned back to the slave at her cunt. The girl was kneeling and licking her with her savage pink tongue. The tongue was like a thousand butterflies kissing her clit. Then the tongue became a snake and wound all up inside her and sprung out.
Then up inside again.
Then, it slithered out.
Straight up and around.
Then, down hard and wiggling, wiggling it slipped out.
Only to slither up again.
The thrusts and the jabs and the sucks were making Latisha delirious. She gripped the little slave girl with her thights and locked her legs harder around her neck.
"Aaaahhhhhhh," Sandy said as the brass dildo head sunk into her slit. The thing was making her dizzy.
Latisha tossed her flaxen hair back and let her mouth fall open. The feeling of unbridled ecstasy was just around the corner. She let it overtake her. She let the feeling consume her and she bounced her hips so hard Val had to hold her head firm so as not to be shaken off the sweet wringing wet hole of her cruel mistress.
"That will do," she said to Val finally. "That is quite enough, Slave."
Val felt her own cunt get wet and she didn't want to stop. She wanted to continue sucking her mistress, all night if she could.
Her mistress's cunt was heaven and she felt like a worthless creature seeking entrance.
"Please, Mistress," she begged. "Please let me suck you some more."
A lump stuck in her throat. She didn't want the wicked woman to tear her sweet cunt from her, but the woman stood up and threw Val to the floor with a loud smack.
"Out of my way," she said. She charged over to where Sandy was riding the thick brass cock pole. "Harder," she said viciously. "Harder!"
"I'm doing as best as I can," the pitiful little slave girl wailed. "Please, Mistress. Show some mercy."
Mercy was the last thing on Latisha's mind just now. She straddled the metal ski and stood up on it. With one muscular foot she pushed the girl's shoulders down, down, down onto the plump cock piece.
"That my dear," Latisha grinned savagely, "is exactly what I intend to do."
The woman dug her foot into Sandy's shoulder. She straddled her poor shoulders and set her whole weight on the girl, forcing her to eat her pussy yet again.
"Suck this and weep," she railed.
Val was feeling left out again. At least until the cruel blonde bitch told them what she wanted.
"Fuck my tool," the woman commanded harshly. "Slave Valerie will now eat Slave Sandy's clit while she rides the brass dildo."
Val made a dash for the girl's erect rubbery clit as it protruded out from the hooded flesh of her cunt crack.
"Suck her until I command you to cease," the woman said.
"Yes, Mistress."
Slave Sandy will ride the brass dildo as hard as she can. I want to see you sweat, Bitch!!!!!"
The blonde wench dug her pussy into the poor beleaguered girl's little wet mouth. Again, she felt lusty teen lips caress the slippery sides of her twat and slide around the circumference of her engorged clit.
"Keep that up," the woman in charge yelled.
They both kept up the action their white queen commanded. Sandy riding up and down on the brass pecker rod. And Valerie. Poor Valerie had to go around to her girl friend's front door and beg for admission.
Her pussy was stuffed full of hot brass dildo. The friction inside Sandy's cunt had turned her cunt lips purple. Valerie felt their heat. She felt the searing intensity of the little girl's cunt as she licked her clit.
She licked the slave's clit until it shone with heat and sweat and cunt honey. She strummed the thick rubber clit with her tongue until it hummed. The thing felt monstrously huge under hex tongue.
She batted it back and forth. She sucked her cheeks in hard and blew out.
The girl was moaning. The girl was moaning and humping the brass thing hard.
Sandy tossed her head around once, but it was no use. Her evil mistress brought it back with her knees and positioned it dead into the portals of her slimy slit.
"Suck me like I say, Slave."
"Suck me hard."
"Suck me like a sponge."
"Suck me till you bleed."
"Suck, slave, suck!"
Sandy sucked. She humped the hard dildo that seemed now to be imbued with a life and heat of its own. She humped up and down on the thick, syrupy rock hard cock substitute and felt the thing grind into her loins.
She felt it pierce her insides with its punishing, unmitigated force. She felt it swipe her cunt tunnel and bounce off her inner core. She felt herself ride up in an elevator at a hundred miles an hour. She felt herself ride up in an elevator until she hit the penthouse.
Softly, she moaned, though her voice was overshadowed by the mighty fortress of Latisha's punishing hole.
Val sucked Sandy's clit. Sandy felt her pulling on her clit so hard she thought the eager slave might twist it off in an attempt to do her mistress's bidding.
She felt the punishing blows of the brass dildo. She felt the sucking action of her best friend's tongue and teeth and lips. They surrounded her clit. And the brass dildo assaulted her cunt.
She let go of the elevator. It rushed headlong to the basement.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," Latisha said as the girl dropped her load. "I can feel this little slave girl getting off. I can feel her coming."
Sandy came. She felt her insides split open and slam shut. She lost her balance and rocked backwards only to be yanked back up by her mistress's cunt lips. Lips she swore had reached out and pulled her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"The problem with both of you is that you're young," Latisha laughed. She tossed her blonde halo of hair back and eyed the girls critically. "You're playing with something that is bigger than you are."
"Well, I happen to think it's fun," Val said. She wrinkled her turned-up nose and tried for that innocent look that was beginning to tarnish considering what had just happened in the attic room.
"Me, too," Sandy seconded. "I happen to like getting it on with girls. I guess they understand much more than guys about how we like to get off."
"Why don't you tell me a little about your history with boys," Latisha said.
Both girls exchanged glances and then pretended to puke.
"Don't give me that," Latisha said. "I bet you get off just having one of the little fuckers call you up on the phone."
"Sandy does," Val said teasingly. "I saw her jerk off once with the phone receiver."
"That's a lie," the blonde beauty said. She reached out and playfully yanked her friend's wavy tresses.
"Really, though," Val said in a more serious voice, "I do like guys. The only problem is, they can't hold out long enough to really satisfy me."
"I guessed as much."
"They're fun to be with, and most of them can throw a real good fuck, at least the ones that I have been out with can."
"But?" Latisha said, taking her time. She knew she was in control here and she liked to savor every single moment of it she could.
"But they're just too fast on the trigger. And all that straight sex stuff. Who wants to just make out and then pet a little and slip it in and bang, bang, bang, thank you ma'am?"
"Not me," Latisha grinned evilly.
"I know," Sandy said.
Her mistress was sitting on the sofa and running her hands through Sandy's silken hair. She patted Val on the ass from time to time as the girls continued.
"I'm afraid we've even got: dates for tonight," Val said, shaking her head in sorrow. "A couple of fraternity types. Remember Sandy?" ;
Sandy felt like shit. She had almost forgotten that she and her best; friend had flirted with those two guys at last Saturday's football game. They had sat real close to the bench where the second string players sat and talked to a couple of the beefier ones.
Those shoulder pads had made them look beefy enough to pour gravy on and eat. The girls spent the entire game winking and flirting and shoving their tight little plaid skirts all the way up to their pubes just to entice the big guys.
It had been no surprise that by the end of the game, the two girls had scored dates with both of the players. The taller of the two was named Max. The other guy, a bit wider in the chest, though slightly shorter was called Rick.
"How disgusting," Sandy said at last. "We'll have to leave here and go out and see those two guys."
"You don't have to go," Latisha said in the silence that followed.
Sandy took a long look at the woman's thick hard nipples sitting atop her mountainous white fleshy tits. Maybe staying here would be more fun.
"We sort of promised them," Val said. "I mean, we could cancel, but that wouldn't be polite."
"I think you should go, actually," the blonde mistress said. "I think you should go and compare techniques."
"What do you mean?" Val looked at her mistress with wide, searching eyes.
"You should go out with those boys. Maybe you should even bring them back here and fuck them. Then, you might be reminded how much better love is when you get it from a worthy mistress." To punctuate her point, Latisha landed a sharp blow with the toe of her foot square into Val's hot little cunt.
"Oh, you're better by a long shot," Val swore.
"You don't mean that," Latisha said, glowering, "at least you don't mean it yet. But you soon will. I promise you that."
"I'm not really sure which are better," Sandy piped up.
"I know you're not, darling," her mistress said. "You must find out for yourself. I won't stand in your way. But you must know that once you have tested out the guys on this campus, you will surely come back to me."
"I think you might have something there," Sandy nodded.
Val thought a moment. She actually didn't know which was better. Guys got hard. They had these big, stiff pricks to contend with and then they wanted you to fuck them. That could be fun ... or it could be miserable, depending on who was doing it.
But girls were another thing entirely. Christ, pussies never got soft. They never went dry and they were always ready to take something juicy and hard up them. That gave women a slight edge. But still, she didn't know."
"I'll leave you two now," Latisha said. She stood up in one graceful motion and strutted across the room. She had a body that had to be experienced to believe. Both girls watched her move around and felt themselves growing hotter with each little step she took. She looked back and smiled.
"I'm going to leave the keys in this box," she said, pointing to a long, low trunk. "You two will come up here with your dates. And you will both fuck them here. Then, you shall decide. You shall decide which is better."
She spoke in a soft, husky voice. A voice that was mesmerizing in its intensity. As though she were hypnotizing the girls.
Val and Sandy stared at her and found themselves shaking their head.
What else could they do but agree with her? She had bade them to go out on their dates and bring those boys home and fuck them.
An odd request, but one they intended to follow to the letter. It would be an acid test. From the experience, they would then be able to decide who was better ... guys or girls.
The two bubbly chicks bounced down the stairs and headed for their separate bedrooms. They shared a little study room where the phone was kept. In fifteen minutes, they met there and waited for Max and Rick to phone them.
"They're late," Sandy said, looking at the watch on her slender little wrist.
"Hope they're not going to stand us up," Val said in alarm. That would be a bummer.
"I think they're just doing their typical male thing," said Sandy.
"Yeah, making us wait and wait until they decide it's time to call."
"Making us horny for it."
"Making us hungry for the sound of those big, bass voices."
"Cut it out, will you?" Sandy said at last.
She had started to dream about shoulder pads when she closed her eyes. It was unnerving.
A shrill bell sounded in the little room and Val pounced on the phone. She spoke in her sweetest, most flirtatious little voice. She could be a real cunt when she wanted to, her friend thought as she listened.
"Oooooooh, okay," Val cooed into the receiver. "Afterwards, how about coming over here?"
No argument from the sound of things. And from the look on Val's face, the guys were practically chomping at the bit to do anything she suggested. Apparently that little session at the football game had done some good.
Loser's Pizza Hut was about as good as its name. It was the local campus hangout and a lot of guys brought chicks in that they wanted to show off. Max and Rick seemed very proud to be with their dates.
Maybe it was because Sandy was wearing a skin tight loose knit sweater that practically screamed "Fuck me" every time she wiggled.
And that night, she wiggled plenty. She wore a pair of suede shorts that fit her like a beige coat of paint and a pair of glittery suspenders pulled out and around the rather sizable mounds of her tits.
Just to make the outfit authentic, she topped it off with a freshman beanie with a big "Buford U." insignia on it.
Val was wearing a plaid skirt with a slit up the side that came to her cunt line. She took the precaution of wearing see-through panties just in case somebody happened to catch a glimpse of her sweet little snatch. She had on a simple white blouse with her favorite push-up style bra on under it, making her tits bounce up and practically kiss her chin.
Max and Rick had a hard time taking their eyes off the girls even when it came time to order. They talked about the usual things college kids talk about and then paid the bill.
Both of them could hardly wait to get these little chickadees home and stick their hands down their blouses. But they were a little surprised to see a huge three story Victorian style house sitting back amongst the shrubbery. From the way the girls were dressed, they expected them to live in a modern apartment in town.
"It's my grandmother's place," Val said as the boys registered surprise.
She smiled at Max and scooped her arm around his. She had to admit she liked him. He talked nice enough, though he was a bit slow. Both the guys were on football scholarships. And he was tall. She liked that.
Sandy accompanied Rick into the house. His broad shoulders looked even meatier without the shoulder pads. She could hardly wait to show him what her body looked like without the clothes.
"We have to be kind of quiet," Val said as they tiptoed into the house. "Grandma Randall is asleep."
Sandy had to giggle. An A-bomb wouldn't wake Grandma Randall. She had to wonder about Latisha though. Her room was on the third floor.
"Val," Sandy said in a curious voice. "Why don't we take the guys straight up to the attic?"
"Oh," her friend said in a naive voice.
It was a fake voice. The whole scenario had been pre-arranged by the girls.
"You sure it's okay?" Rick said. He inhaled and practically broke the buttons on his shirt front. "I mean, with your grandmother?"
"WE have sort of a little club house up there," Val fumbled.
Sandy wiggled her hot little hips up the stairs and made sure Rick was standing right behind her. He made the bold move of grabbing ahold of them, pretending not to be able to see in the darkness on the steps.
"We only invite very special guests up here, though," Sandy said. She stuck her hot little ass out hard and felt Max's hand encompass her waist.
"I'm scared of the dark," the big galoot said as he trailed after her. "Protect me, will you, Hon? I can't see a damned thing."
They spiralled up to the top of the house and Sandy turned on the switch. Val pointed toward the door where the secret opening was, and the two guys watched in utter amazement as the thing swung open.
"Wow!" Rick said as he followed the girls in hot pursuit.
The two of them were a little stunned to see what was in there. But Sandy and Val were just as surprised. Latisha had been working while they were out.
Several of the pieces of training and discipline equipment were set up and made ready to go. The torches were lit and there was a bucket of champagne sitting near the fireplace on an end table. Stemware glasses were sitting to one side of it.
"It's a far cry from Loser's Pizza Hut," Max whispered to his friend, wondering what the hell they had just gotten into.
Rick figured they had just stepped into paradise. It was a fantasy he had often had lying in his sordid little dorm room and staring at the chipped paint on the ceiling. But he had never in a million years believed it might come true.
"What exactly is this club?" Max asked after a moment of stunned silence.
"It's a club for very sophisticated people," Sandy said gamely. She motioned for one of the guys to help her uncork the champagne.
"Yes," Val said, smiling sweetly. "It's called Deborah's Dungeon Club."
"How do we get to be members?" Rick grinned.
Max could already feel his spine tingling. It wouldn't be long before his cock followed suite. "I like it," he said at last.
"This equipment is very old and very expensive," Sandy pointed out.
"And very hard to come by," Rick added. "I suppose."
"Oh, yes," Val said. For some reason, she had begun to feel slightly embarrassed. She liked it here with Sandy and Latisha. But she hardly knew these jocks.
"I wonder if it would be okay to try some of it out?" Rick said.
Max grinned and gulped his drink. "I second that idea."
"Oh, I think it would be okay," Val said. "I mean, Sandy and I use this stuff all the time." She suddenly realized what she had just said and tried to cover her error. "I mean, when we have company."
"You two do this with each other?" Max almost gasped. It was better than any fantasy.
Two chicks who freaked off with each other!
"Sometimes," Sandy said, "but we thought that tonight-"
"I'd give my scholarship to see that," Rick said and tried not to drool.
"I'd sell, my soul to the lowest bidder," Max agreed.
"But we thought...." Sandy fumbled her words badly. "We thought you guys might like to ... "
"Make it with us," Val finished.
The two of them stood there and stared at the two handsome rugged jocks and they all burst out laughing at once.
"I'd make it with you anywhere," Max said to Val, "only here in these circumstances, I sure would like to get a chance to watch for a change."
Val heaved a sigh. So that was how it was going to be. Oh, well, she might as well try it.
"Just let us watch once," Rick begged, "We'll fuck you all night if you like afterwards. How does that sound? Huh?"
Val shot Sandy a hopeless glance. Might as well get with it, the look seemed to say.
"One problem," Sandy said. She had already started to squirm with discomfort.
"What's that?"
"You guys kinda gotta. ... uh ... "
"Make us," Val finished.
Rick and Max exchanged quick glances. Suddenly they stood up and flexed their considerable muscles. In no time at all, Rick had his jersey off and Max was not far behind. Their shoulders were massive.
Their arms rippled and undulated with waves of sinewy, young flesh. Their chest expanses grew with every breath. Their necks were like steel barrels.
"We'll make you all right," Rick said.
"Goodie," shouted Sandy.
"Shut up," said Max.
Sandy threw him a black velvet object and he recognized the eye holes. He set it on his face and became a stern dominant in a matter of moments. He looked so awesome stripped to the waist with that mask on, he didn't even need a whip. He could kill a person with his bare hands.
Val gave Rick a similar mask, and saw him change personalities almost as soon as he put it on.
"Strip, both of you," he commanded sternly.
His voice had changed, too. It had become deeper. Sandy smiled at him. Then, she felt the toe of his sneaker between her legs.
"Ouch!!!!!"
"Do as we say, Bitch!"
Max grabbed a long pole and a stout length of scratchy rope. He made the girls undress each other in silence.
He took in his breath as Sandy's perfect tits shook free of her tight sweater. They were even higher and firmer than they had looked under her clothes. Her pussy was a sweet little pink slit with wide, flaring cunt lips.
Val was just as gorgeous. Smaller tits, but with long, pointed, thick nipples and a honey of a cunt. Both girls had just the barest whisper of cunt hair, so slight you could easily glimpse the portals of their pussies under it. Very arousing to both of them.
Max felt his prick stiffen beneath the tight jockey shorts. It formed a huge bulge in his pants. Rick could feel his own prick start to head down and ram against his thigh. It would be hard to stand here and watch these two cuties do anything without creaming his jeans, but it would be fun trying.
"Now here's a nice little piece," Rick said, feeling the smooth, hard surface of the steel rod.
It had a set of handcuffs dangling from it. There was a matching steel rod with yet another set of handcuffs, slightly larger, which indicated that they might be footcuffs.
Anyone wearing them, would have to stand with their ankles spread wide. It looked like just the thing to tie Sandy up in.
"Here," Max said to Sandy, "take this."
Rudely, he stuck the stick up to her back and the two guys forced her wrists into the cuffs. She protested by tossing her mane around and begging them to stop. The damn thing hurt. And the ankle cuffs hurt even worse.
She had forgotten how painful and humiliating, being trussed up like this could be.
The ankle cuffs with the brace piece in between made her stand with her cunt spread wide and her clit poking out the top of her slit for the two dominants to see. They leaned her against the mantle of the fireplace and commanded Val to come forth.
"Now suck," Rick said simply.
Val shook her head. It was humiliating to have to suck her friend in front of two guys she hardly knew. This is not what she had in mind at all. Sandy's cunt lips were quivering with expectation. Val bowed her head. She held her place.
"Suck now, Cunt!!!!!" Max roared.
He rushed her and stood over her. He reached down and slapped her hard, first on one cheek, then the other. She felt his hard hand stinging her, making tears spring into her eyes.
"No!!!!!" she protested. "Please don't make me do it in front of you guys."
"You'll do it when and how we say," Rick said in a cruel voice.
"You'll do it how we want to see it," Max seconded.
The two of them stood towering over her and she felt like a grovelling piece of shit. She felt like a lowly turd, and her cheeks smarted.
"Now, suck," Rick said. His voice was low and menacing, but controlled. Something about it made Val know she had better do as he said.
She stuck her tongue out and made a face. Again someone slapped her.
"You'll do it and like it," a mean voice stormed.
She sighed to herself and tried to make a smile. And she stuck her tongue out and aimed it at Sandy's juicy pink cunt. She did as she was told. She knew she had better do exactly as the two guys wanted.
Suddenly, they were in control here. They were the ones calling the shots. It didn't make her very happy, but she knew it.
"Suck that clit," one of the guys said. She heard him breathing hard behind her and she knew he meant his command to be obeyed.
"Do as we say."
Val wiggled her tongue over the firm, fine flesh of Sandy's love button. She made a round roll with her tongue and dabbed at it. She felt Sandy squirm with pleasure under the movements of her tongue.
"Oooooh," she heard her say with the first sensation of pleasure.
Val felt Sandy's clit engorge a bit under her tongue. She lapped her clit harder. She felt Sandy convulse under her tongue and her clit grow firmer.
Val heard Sandy squeal with delight. There was no hiding her arousal from the dominants now. They could tell she wasn't faking it.
"Suck harder." someone commanded.
"Stick your tongue up her cunt."
Val made a hard tongue roll and stuck her tongue up Sandy's wet, quivering slit. She found the soft, moist portals of her cunt and slithered her way inside. She felt the girl's cunt ooze under her tongue. She felt it grow fleshy and squirm under the licking of her tongue.
"Suck her till she comes," Rick said shrilly.
"Make that bitch come," Max echoed.
Max could feel his own pecker paying the price of watching this scene he had helped to create. It slammed against his briefs. It throbbed and ached with a mighty pain.
Rick's dick was doing everything to him but leaving him alone. It shuddered in his pants. It ached and throbbed and Rick knew he would have to let it out soon, or let it finish him off. It would have its way with him.
Suddenly, he had an idea. He commanded Val, "Take my cock out."
Val turned from Sandy's cunt only to get her face slapped.
"With your hands, Bitch!!!!"
Val turned back to Sandy's cunt and sucked it while she let Rick's massive hard on out of his pants. She could feel it, but she couldn't see it.
"Rub it," he commanded.
Max made poor trussed-up Sandy take his zipper down with her teeth. "Bite my dick," he said with a swaggering look of dominant cruelty.
Sandy was forced to open Max's fly with her teeth and then forced to suck Max's dick head. The sensations beneath her were glorious, even if she did feel her cunt was crudely displayed. But having to suck Max's cock in this position was degrading.
"Suck it, Cunt!!!!""Suck that prick, Slave Girl," Max ordered.
Val held the huge circumference of Rick's cock in her hot little hands. She worked them over the smooth, leathery surface of his balls and then up and down his shaft. She felt nice build-up of oil under her hands and knew she was doing the best she could under the circumstances. Yet, he was not satisfied.
"Suck her," Rick said. "Come on, Slave. You can suck one slave and fondle your master better than that. I know you can."
Rick slammed his fist down on the top of Val's head. She felt the blow hard. She continued her sucking motions of Sandy's sweet honey pot and tried to jerk Rick's cock. It was a long, thickish sort of handle. It had a slight bulge about midway down and a thick, surly vein on the underside.
The thing was beating hard in her hand. She swept her fingers up and down the shaft. She made a circle with her thumb and middle finger and ringed Rick's prick with it. She slid the ring up and down, increasing the pressure every time she slid it up and down.
She squeezed Rick's meat. She squeezed it hard as he commanded her to squeeze it harder, and to lick her friend's cunt simultaneously.
"Suck that cunt, girlie," Max said.
He stuck his cock head into Sandy's sweet mouth and felt it close sweetly around his firm dork knob. He slid his cock pole in and out of the girl's mouth and felt it grow wetter and stiffer with each thrust.
"Suck that prick, Slave!" he said to the trussed-up submissive.
She looked so angelic, bolted down like she was. There was nothing Sandy could do but obey the guy. There was nothing she could do but serve her master as he commanded. Tears sprang from her eyes.
She felt the hard thing thrust deeper, striking against her hard palate and edging down her throat. Surely, it would cut off her breathing if it didn't stop.
'Mmmmrrrrrffff," she protested.
But a hard hand from Max stiffled her cries. "Do as I say, Cunt!"
And what he said was that she should take every inch of his big jock dick down her throat and make it come. She should take his hard prick and choke herself with it or make it come first.
Sandy swallowed Max's thick cock. It was unbearably thick. His head was meaty and the huge slit on it was emitting a slimy trail of semen that together with the juice from her own mouth made loud, wet smacking noises.
CHAPTER SIX
Without warning, Max yanked his stiff, wet prick out of Sandy's mouth. He glared at her as she tried to catch her breath.
"I don't think your heart's in this, Sister," he said in a cocky fashion.
"Oh, please, Master," Sandy said. "I want to suck your cock. Please let me. I'll do whatever you say. Only let me."
Rick yanked his dick from Val's hot embrace and told her, "You're not working very hard either. I think you are getting lazy."
"No, Master," Val said, her eyes widening.
"Yes," the cruel dominant insisted. "You have it easy and your friend here has it hard. She is doing double duty, and you're taking a vacation."
Val tossed her head and felt tears spring to her eyes. "No, Master."
A flat end of somebody's palm struck her hard against the side of her face. She had gotten slapped again and it hurt twice as hard as before.
"You think she's got it easy," Max said. "Look at this one. This slave is all tied up and she gets to take a holiday. All she has to do is suck my worthy cock and get her cunt licked."
"I think it's time we changed that," Rick said.
Max nodded in agreement.
The two men strode over to one of the trunks and opened it. Val and Sandy watched expectantly. Whatever they were going to pull out of there, they were pretty sure had to do with their own demoralizing and pain.
Val held her breath in as Max walked back with a huge pair of tongs. At least they appeared to be tongs. They were shiny and silver and extra long.
There were two tiny bands dangling from the handles, and Sandy could only gasp thinking about what those might be for. Something to do with hurting her or her friend more. And the idea had a strange effect on her.
She had felt totally crazy bound up into the set of steel bars with their cuff braces. Having Val lick her in front of the two guys was another blow. And having Max's cock stuck down her throat, gagging her made her about delirious.
But she knew, somehow, that there was more to come. She felt that she and Val had opened a Pandora's box of pain and pleasure with these guys.
A few hours ago, the four of them were on a quiet date. Now, they had let these guys into the attic, and the guys were taking over. It just didn't seem fair.
Val watched in silence as the two guys took Sandy down from the mantle. She heard the clicking noises of steel and chains and felt slightly odd. What was she doing here with these guys, and how had it all happened?
They had been four teenagers on a date, and now she was facing two cruel dominants who seemed to get very excited having her and Sandy do strange things to each other. To judge from the way their cocks stayed erect, that was exactly what was happening. But she couldn't blame the guys, exactly.
After all, she and Sandy had both contributed to this. They were the ones who had teased the guys all night long and then invited them right up here. But she had thought it would be different somehow. She had thought that once she and Sandy got the guys up here, they might be able to show them a thing or two.
Now the guys had taken over. And to judge from the way their cocks still throbbed from the slits in their pants, they were just getting started.
"Come here, Slave," Max ordered. He stared at Sandy and she stood her ground.
"I guess she wants a beating," Rick said to his friend.
"Then she'll get one," Max roared.
He tore out after Sandy and she started to run. She ran around the attic torment room and tried to evade him, but it was no use. He was a swift runner. He caught her by the hair and yanked her arm hard behind her back.
"We're not through with you," Rick seethed.
"Or you either," Max said, indicating Val.
Val stiffened at the thought. There was tons of torment equipment in this room, and she had no idea how some of it would even be used on her. But she had the feeling she was going to find out. She and her little friend.
The experiment had backfired. What had started out to be a date, a date to prove that the girls were in charge and they could get anything they wanted from the guys had turned in to a horror show. A grim one.
"Lie still," Max said.
He brought his huge foot up and placed it square in Val's naked stomach. "Lie here and watch your friend get what's coming to her."
"You've been loafing on the job, Sandy," Rick said. He hauled the screaming girl over to the trunk and grabbed the tongs.
He wrestled her to the ground. He lay hard on top of her. He threw Max a scratchy length of rope.
Max tied Val's hands and feet up to the tune of her protests. Then, he gagged her mouth with his hand. "Shut up, Slave."
Val tried to be quiet, but the scene in front of her eyes was terrifying to her.
She watched Rick tie Sandy's nipples to the ends of the tongs. She heard Sandy cry out a moment in protest, but she heard her cries muffled.
Rick had gagged her till her mouth was stopped. Then he went to work on her body. He pulled her nipples out hard and squeezed the tourniquet apparatus from the handles of the tongs around them.
Val watched in horror, then turned away. She could no longer look at the scene of pain before her eyes. But Max forced her head around and she had to look. He held her eyes open and she was forced to watch.
Sandy's nipples were crimson. They were spread out, unnaturally far apart, as the tongs were opened to the maximum point.
Then, slowly, painfully, Rick began to close the tongs. And he closed the tong end of the things hard against Sandy's outer cunt lips.
She let out a holler as the thing clamped shut. It felt like a giant clam had seized her by her cunt and wouldn't let go. The steel bars on either side were pinching her mercilessly.
The steel was cold and cruel against her cunt lips. But the worst, the very worst of it was that her clit was forced to protrude out the slit. The tongs were pinching her cunt lips so hard, her clit stuck out at an unbelievable distance. "Spread your legs," Rick ordered. "Spread them wide."
When Sandy hesitated, even though it was only a second, Rick grabbed her legs and held them apart. She kicked in protest, but it did little good. The guy was incredibly strong. He held her legs fast.
Then, Max tossed him a set of ankle cuffs with a very long brace bar in between. He clamped one kicking foot into the cuff, then the other.
Sandy was held at bay. She was now rendered completely helpless by the treatment Rick, had given her. There was nothing she could do. She sat there, mute and totally dependent on anything her master determined for her.
Val felt the hard, heavy dead weight of Max on top of her.
"What are you going to do to me, Master?" she wailed.
"Silence, Bitch," the huge guy said back. "Speak when you're spoken to, and not until." He shot her a cruel glance that backed his words up effectively.
"You're going to lick your friend's cunt again," Max seethed. "You're going to lick it while we plug you in every hole we can find."
"Noooooooo," Val shouted.
Her cries were silenced by a heavy hand. "Do as we say," Rick said with a stern air.
"Now, crawl," Max said. He gave her a push in the ass with his shoe to show her he meant business.
Val managed to scrambled up to her knees. Her arms were bound tightly behind her. The rope dug into her flesh and made her sweat. The rope around her ankles hurt every bit as much, but it did little use to think about it.
Again, she pierced the air with a scream. Max slapped her, and Rick punctuated the slap with a dig from the toe of his shoe.
Someone aimed her head toward Sandy's outstretched cunt lips. And somebody else dug the toe of his shoe into her ass to let her know this was for real.
She tried to crawl, but it was nearlyimpossible. The best she could manage was to slither across the room like an inch worm. She felt low and base and mean doing it, but Sandy's cunt was dead ahead of her and she knew she had to get there or damn near die trying to succeed in doing so.
She paused about halfway across the floor. But her rest period didn't last long. Someone was right there to see she didn't rest. They were right there to see she did exactly as they bade.
"Don't stop, Worm," Max voice railed.
"You're on your way to eat cunt," Rick mocked. "Don't be late or you'll have to pay a very mean price if you are. You lousy cunt."
He kicked her to make good his point. She felt a sharp stab of pain greet her anus and sear up into her backside.
And she crawled. She crawled until her knees were rough and red and her nipples burned from the floor. Rick kept a foot on her head the whole time, and Max kept a foot near her ass, just in case she got any second thoughts about doing as they commanded. Or in case she decided to rest again.
Max felt a surge of heat coarse through his cock. It had begun its ascent again. He loved the feel of the continued hard-on. He loved it when his prick got stiff and stayed that way for hours on end.
It didn't usually work that way. Often, once he'd begun to fuck a girl, he lost it, or he shot his load a little earlier then either of them would have liked, but this was different. His hard was here to stay.
Rick looked down and saw his cock stiffen with every sound of the girl wiggling on her knees and chin across the floor. He had never experienced such prolonged sensation of excitement. His prick had stayed stiff and ready, and he thought it might be on the verge of shooting when Val was playing with it. She was one solid little cock handler. But no, he had kept his dick up and kept his intention clean.
He was going to make these girls learn who was boss. Who were they to think they could bring them up here and stay in control?
Val looked up to see the goal of Sandy's slit staring her in the face like a wet, pink third eye. The rubbery folds of her skin splayed out and dripped with slick cunt honey.
"Eat it," Rick commanded. "Eat it like we say."
She shook her head. She was miserably uncomfortable. If only they would let her go and take these ropes off her. If only they wouldn't force her!
But forcing her seemed to be the name of the game. Forcing her seemed to be what they got off on and now she was going to have to be made to do exactly as they wanted.
"Suck pussy!!!!!" Max scowled.
Val extended her round, wet tongue and began lapping. She sucked the protruding cunt lips and the huge love button of Sandy's clit. She felt the plump wet cunt lips smack against each other as she licked.
She cleared a space with her tongue and tried to enter Sandy's cunt hole, but the tongs were holding the thing in place so firmly, she could not gain entry.
Instead, she lapped hard at the girl's clit. She licked it till the thing glistened like a peeled cherry.
Then, to her complete surprise, she felt the stiff hard-on of one of the masters rubbing up against her upturned ass hole.
"Nooooooo!!!!" she cried again.
She had never been anally fucked, and the idea terrified her. She wiggled her ass, trying to deny them entrance. Whoever was fucking her was going to have to try and thread the eye of a moving needle.
But the man atop her was incredibly strong. And he had help. Another set of hands forced her head back down onto Sandy's outstretched clit.
The sensation of the hard, leathery balls bouncing now against her thighs was not unpleasant, but the pain of the huge cock knob banging against the entrance to her poop chute was enough to make her whole body go rigid with pain.
"Not without lube!!!!" she said as she managed to squirm her head to one side.
"We'll do as we like," Rick's voice said softly now.
So it was Max who was going to fuck her. Fuck her in her ass hole where no man had been before. She felt his prick knob dig into the outer entrnce of her butt nodule.
She tried to stiffen up, but it did no good. Max relayed the command to Rick, and he simply slammed his foot down onto her head. He slammed it down so hard, her chin struck the floor with a painful thud.
Max's huge prick dome seemed to be winning the day. She felt the rubbery thing slip into the aperture of her butt. It stung like fury.
"Put it in all the way," she heard the cruel Rick say. "She's been loafing on the job up here. Stick it to her good, then I'll take a turn."
The fuckers meant business and Val knew it. She felt the searing prick tip of Max penetrate her ass. She felt it tear into her. She felt it hot and unwelcome inside her delicate little poop chute.
The thing plugged her higher and harder. It opened her up as it went and made her cry out in pain the deeper it delved.
It felt like a hot poker inside her anus. And it was pounding her to the floor.
Sandy could hear what was going on. She could see what was going on, but she could voice no protest. Her mouth was sealed with a rough burlap gag. She could see the girl spread out on the floor at her feet.
And, she could see the tongs attached to her tits and cunt lips. They hurt like blazes. But it was almost as gruesome to watch her friend forced to submit to anal rape. She tried to look away, but the cruel Rick snapped her head back and held it in position so she could see.
The men in the room were forcing her to watch the rape of her friend. And the worst part of it was, that she enjoyed watching it. She liked to see her friend getting fucked up the ass. She looked down and saw Max's gigantic cock shaft sliding in and out of the hole of Val's butt, and it made her clit throb.
She wished she didn't feel like that, but it was the case. She hated being forced to pay the price of having to sit here and feel the pain in order to enjoy the pleasure of watching her friend get raped, but she couldn't help herself.
Every fiber of her being screamed that she shouldn't be enjoying the sight as much as she was, but her pussy lips could not deny it. Her clit could not deny it. It throbbed like drum.
Val's hot young lips were making her clit even thicker. Val's mouth was eagerly grabbing up the thick, plump clit stuck between her legs and sloshing it with the juices from her hot, pink mouth.
Val could feel the hard dick penetrating her, then she could feel it stop. The evil master held it there and began to grind it, first one direction, then the other. It felt like she would spb't in two.
Then, she bucked her hips hard to the floor to escape the punishing blow of her tormentor's huge dick knob. But it was useless.
Max plugged the girl's anus hard. He felt his own balls buck up and seize each other. Then he felt them pump a load as he ground his meat into the little girl's bung hole..
The sensation was making Rick hard and mean and wanting some for himself. But he didn't have too much longer to wait. Max pumped his load. He pumped his load furiously into the writhing girl's ass hole. He thrust his hard, hammer prick into her sweet poop chute until he felt his come shoot forward.
He felt his load shoot, and he twisted his head back and forth with the onslaught of extreme pleasure. The emptying of his prick was evilly delicious.
He spilled his load into the hot, churning channel of the girl's ass hole.
"Gooooooooooo," Rick shouted to him.
"Shiiiiittttt!!!!!" Max called out in agony as he felt the girl's writhing, tight ass muscles grip his prick as he sped off into oblivion.
His dick ached from the grinding the girl's ass hole muscles had given it. They had wrung him out dry of his come load.
They had made him wince with pain as he shot his massive amount of come cream into her ass channel. He yanked his cock free rudely and backed up.
Before he could even examine it, Rick was on top of the girl. He shoved his full man pride into the blackened hole between the girl's high, round buttocks.
Her hind quarter ached like a wounded animal. Val's tears were clouding her vision. Still, a hard hand held her firm against her friend's hot pussy lips.
She ate her girlfriend's cunt. She ate it and she felt the rude intrusion of Rick's massive man cock eating into her groin.
Rick wasted no time preparing the path. He stuck his whole round knob into the girl's tiny love button of an ass hole and felt it snap shut around it. Her muscles were unbelievably tight and hot.
He felt them squeeze his dick hard, all the way around its thick shaft. He felt them squeeze it hard, even on the head and all the way to his balls.
He watched as his own balls bounced up firm against the dusky pink ass hole. The sweet little bung of the girl was open to the maximum point and his cock was safely plugged inside of her. The sensation was overwhelming.
"Fuck that bitch," Max yelled from his place at her head.
"Fuck her till she bleeds."
"Fuck her till she can't walk anymore."
Val figured these things would come to pass. She figured that she didn't have much time before she would bleed, before she would be unable to walk.
Then, a strange thing happen. She started to eat Sandy's cunt with renewed interest. She figured she could distract herself from the pain if she kept up a steady eating action on the wicked little blonde's cunt hole.
She ran her tongue over Sandy's hot, stiff clit. She kept up the eating action, but still the pain would not go away. She felt as if someone were kicking her up the ass. Kicking her with the force of an Army mule.
Yet sucking her friend did help to bring about one thing. It helped Sandy to get off. Val could hardly believe it, but sure enough.
Sandy let out a dark, low moaning from the back of her throat. Her clit began a hard throbbing motion. Almost as if her clit had been plugged into a vibrator it shook so hard, Val had to bite down on it to keep her tongue on it.
She wanted to make Sandy come. Perhaps that action would distract her more from the pain of her ass. The pain that threatened to consume her.
Sandy bounced up and down as little as she was allowed to feel the maximum effect of Val's tongue against her clit. The girl was swabbing every inch of her lips and clit and what little she could of her hole, considering the tongs were pressing the lips together so firmly, not much could be seen of it.
Her clit felt like it was on fire. The thing hurt and punished her with its pain. Yet Sandy's lips seemed to be making it well again. They were washing her clit free of the pain and licking it to pleasure. Pain was becoming pleasure. She tilted her head back and let out a moan.
It was a moan that signalled the loss of her grip on herself. She felt herself coming. She felt herself spinning off into a freefall of ecstasy, as though some person had pushed her off a cliff and caught her in a butterfly net at the same time.
"MMmmmmmm," she said, unable to hold back the feeling.
Val could feel Sandy coming under the movement of her tongue. It gave her a few moments from the punishing her ass hole was taking at the moment.
But it was not for long. Sandy came and now Val was reminded of the fierce pain in her behind. Her asshole felt like the fiery pits of hell. Her anus was being plagued by a demon. The thing stung so hard she winced and tried to cry out, but Sandy mistook this as a sign she wanted to lick her more.
Sandy responded by bouncing her hips up and down, by doing most of the work for Val. Val was in too much pain to move. She hurt too much to give the girl a good suck.
But her tormentors were just getting a taste for sex.
"Take that cock, you little fucker," Max shouted.
Rick plugged her harder, stronger, and more, still more he plugged his prick into her. He screwed it into her like her ass hole was a light socket and he was a very huge bulb. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts," cried Val when she could lift her head up.
For some reason, nobody smashed it down again.
"That's right, little girl," the evil voice of Max rang out.
"Yeah," said Rick as he plugged her harder.
"That's right, Valerie Slave Girl. We want you to shout now, because this hurts and it's going to hurt worse."
Her bloody ass hole couldn't take much more. Val couldn't imagine anything worse than being forced to lie here and take it, but just as she screamed and screamed again, the voice of Rick silenced her.
"Enough!.!!!!" he shouted.
She felt him whip his prick out of her bruised and battered anus. Then, she looked up to see Sandy being pulled away. Where Sandy's cunt had been, now there was empty space.
Then, a strange sensation swept over her. For all the pain and discomfort that Max and Rick had given her, she missed the feel of his stiff prick up her. She longed for the hard, punishing blows his cock could deliver so expertly.
She struggled to speak. A cry of plaintive sorrow rose up from her toes and found its way out her swollen, running wet luscious lips.
"Mmmmmore!!!!!!" she shouted, her voice unrecognizable, even to her.
"What's this?" the cruel Rick said. "What am I hearing?"
"Me," Val whined. "I want more.' I want more. I want to come."
"Ohhhhhh," Rick said in a high, haughty voice, "well, you'll have to beg for that. I don't every piece of scum that crawls along the floor."
"Please," Val wailed.
"Beg for it!!!!!" Rick shouted and stuffed his foot into her face.
Val opened her mouth and closed hergeyes and managed to sit up like a little lost puppy dog who'd been kicked around most of its life.
"Pleeeeeeease," she said, her voice wavering. "Please fuck me. Fuck me some more. I'll do anything. Anything you ask, only please fuck me more."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rick took a long, evil sigh. He grinned like a satisfied mountain lion after a full meal. He had these girls right where he wanted them.
"Untie her," he said to Max.
Max came over and untied her quickly.
"Nooooo," Val said. She surprised herself, but she knew she didn't want to be untied. She wanted more. She wanted more of Rick's punishing cock. She wanted more of Max's hard ass fucking action. She wanted more fucking.
"Shut up, Slave!!" Max said.
He yanked the bristly rope off her and swatted her with one hard end of it.
"You will now listen," Rick roared.
Val nodded mutely and looked over at Sandy. She was sitting on the floor, rubbing her swollen, red cunt lips. Her nipples were painfully bruised and swollen as well. But the equipment had been cast to one side.
"You two girls are one pair of cunts," Rick went on.
He pulled the mask off his face and Max joined him.
"Two of the worst kind of prick teasers," Max said as he sat back on the velour divan. "Inexcusable, I'd say. The worst."
"What do you mean?" Val said, her red eyes wet with pain.
Max responded by slapping her hard. "Shut up, Bitch. We'll do the talking."
She buttoned her lip and stared up at the big jock studs. She had an ache in her behind and a sexual appetite that was yearning to be filled.
"The two of you thought you had this thing planned out real neat, didn't you?" Rick said with a satisfied smile on his handsome, rugged face.
"You thought you could go out for pizza with us, tease us into getting you back here, and make monkeys out of us. Didn't you just?"
Val started to shake her head, but Sandy pulled her wrist hard. She cast a quick look at her friend who shook her head slowly, reminding Val not to start anything she couldn't finish.
"You wanted us to be your pets, your dumb ass male slaves," Rick accused. He pointed one muscular finger at the poor, bedraggled girls.
Val sat there and took the onslaught of words as more punishment. It was humiliating to have to stay there and listen to this, but she knew, in a way, she had it coming.
"But we fixed you instead," Max said, laughing.
"All right," Rick said then. "We showed you who was boss. Don't you ever forget it either."
The two guys went into a huddle. They talked for a few seconds, then came back out and faced the girls. "We're leaving now. But not before we tie you up."
"We don't think anyone will catch you up here," Max said with a grin. "We think you'll stay tied up here till we decide to come after you."
"Or until you rot," Rick added.
The two guys got their shirts back on and brought out even more thick rope. They set the girls in the middle of the room, back to back and tied them together. They lashed the rope around the two adorable 'little girls' bodies. Then, they stood back and admired their handiwork with twin toothy grins.
"You look gorgeous like that," Max said.
Rick stopped off to slap them both on the cheek a hard one and followed his friend out the door. "Don't bother to see us out," he threw back. "We can find the front door."
Val and Sandy heard the guys slip out of the room. They heard them slip out and still they couldn't believe their ears. They felt like they had been hoodwinked. They felt like they had been the object of a very serious scam.
Bound, fucked and abandoned.
That's how they felt. It hurt. It hurt like hell to be used and trashed.
"What the hell are we going to do now?" Sandy said, her voice a quivering blur.
"I don't know," Val said. "I suppose we'll miss class tomorrow if we don't get out of here soon."
Sandy closed her eyes and felt herself drift off to sleep. Her cunt ached and her head was swimming. Val was near to exhaustion. She felt so faint she could hardly see. Her eyes were cloudy little saucers of greenish liquid.
She must have fallen off to sleep. They both must have fallen off, but they were awakened. And quite suddenly.
They heard the sound of harsh steps coming toward them.
Sandy snapped her head up to attention and saw an odd sight. It looked like a twenty foot statue from where she was sitting.
"Uhhhhh," she said and gave Val a nudge.
Val looked up at the sight that greeted their eyes. The thing was a tower in the shape of a giant woman. The woman spread her legs apart and Val and Sandy's eyes trailed up, up the long shapely legs and up to the milky thighs. The woman had on a tight satin pair of underpanties, but it was what she had on outside that made them swallow hard.
She was wearing a leather outfit that resembled a bathing suit and medieval armor. It was black, highly glossed leather. It fit her like a glove and took up about as much material. It was in two pieces.
The bottom was a tight-fitting short skirt of leather with silver studs running at odd angles. Then, there was the woman's incredibly muscular tight waist. Then there were her tits. They were the size of watermelons.
And they were stuffed into a tight, tit-hugging set of leather bra cups separated by a glittering chain. The black cups were studded with the same steely objects that appeared on the skirt.
The woman's breasts were so large, they hung out of her leather cups and threatened to spill out even further every time she jiggled.
She wore a thick leather band around her neck encrusted with silver studs. Her hair was flaming red and tied back in a chignon. She had on the highest high heels Val or Sandy had ever seen and she had a mean look about her.
But more importantly, who the hell was she? And how had she gotten in here?
She stared down at the girls as if they were trash that needed to be dumped. She placed her hands on her firm, round hips and the girls noticed how long her fingernails were. Long and polished to a high sheen with glittery silver fingernail polish. The effect was almost enough to make them scream.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Val tried.
"Silence," the red-haired wench said.
She only said it once, but that seemed to do the trick. It made the girls think twice about opening their mouths again. What did she know about them and who had sent her here? The guys could be playing an evil little joke on them.
Or, they could be the victims of Latisha.
This might be somecrT she had sent up here. But why hadn't she come herself?
Val screwed up her cc. .age and opened her mouth once more. "This is my grandmother's house," she said. "Who the hell are you? Are you trespassing where you don't belong?"
The woman tilted her head back and let out a long, spine-chilling laugh. There was ar evil glint to her eyes. She wore a satin b ill mask over her eyes, to hide some of her face, but her eyes could be seen. They were harsh and steely. But they were intent. Intent enough to be murderous.
"I asked you who you were and what you were doing here," Val said again. She felt odd asking, considering her present plight.
"You'll soon learn who I am ana what I'm doing here," the red-haired queen said in a dark, husky voice. "As soon as I command you."
"Please," Val said, "won't you just untie us?"
"These things hurt," said Sandy as innocently as she could.
"Little bitches, the pair of you," the woman seethed. "I could grind you two up between my teeth and spit you out in pieces."
Val winced. She could imagine the woman could do just as she claimed.
"But you wouldn't, would you?"
"If you do as I say, no harm shall come to you."
"I'll do what I want," Val said, tossing her black mane around, "I'll do what I like, because this is my grandmother's house."
The woman made no reply. Instead, she leaned over and placed the toe of her black leather shoe against Val's mouth. Then, she untied the girls. She shoved Sandy into a corner and tied her to a pillar. She tied her hair back to the pillar and that made it it impossible for Sandy to look any other direction except out.
The woman grabbed Val by the arm and threw her onto the floor brutally. She grabbed a hunk of rope and tied her arms behind her back. She plopped her down on her knees and kicked her in the shoulder.
"You'll do as I say," she said in a very intense, though quiet voice. "You'll do exactly as I command you."
"But why?" Val asked, the tears dripping out of the corners of her eye.
"Because this is your house, but this is my torment dungeon."
Val tried to look around into the woman's face. Sandy stared at her and neither of the girls could say what they knew must surely be true.
"You're Deborah!" Val managed at last.
"Silence!" the woman said. "Call me Mistress Deborah or I'll rip your hair off your head and feed it to you strand by strand." Val felt the heel of the woman's shoe bite into her shoulder. She felt the pain travel down her body and wound her square in the guts.
"You're not going to hurt us, are you Mmmmm. ... Mistress Deborah?"
"Not if you do as you're told. I told you that already."
"You see," Sandy called from her pillar, "we've been through a lot already tonight."
"You've been through nothing!" the woman insisted. Her voice had grown a lot louder. She could pierce somebody's skull with that voice of hers.
Then, she lowered it to barely above a whisper. "I think both of you girls need a little discipline. You should both do as I tell you."
"We will," Sandy promised. "Only please, let us go. We didn't mean to come in here and disrupt anything ... "
"You've done enough already," the woman said, "so shut up until I tell you what to do. You will also be told what to think and how to behave."
Val made a face to Sandy that she hadn't thought Deborah would catch. But she soon found out that nothing much escaped their mistress's eyes. She was rewarded with a kick in the neck for her cutsie behavior.
"Owwww!!!" Val said as she writhed on the floor and felt the rope bite into her. She felt the woman's shoe heel bite into her right after.
"You're a nasty little specimen of girlhood," the woman said in a menacing whisper. "You're a slimy cunt and you like dick up your ass."
"Noooooooo!!!" Val protested. She wondered how the woman knew about that.
"Well, how would you like this up your ass?"
From alongside her hips the woman produced a giant dildo. It was made of red leather and Val recognized the gold fire-breathing dragon emblazoned along one side of it. It was from the Randall collection allright.
Maybe this was Deborah. Maybe this was the woman her grandfather had built this attic room for. The woman who had little friends up to vist. Little friends like Latisha Pruitt, when she was a young woman.
And now friends like herself and Sandy. From the woman's physical bearing, Val could tell she was not young, but neither did she act old. She was the complete dominatrix in most respects, and especially in her attitude.
"Please," Val tried to defy her, "I don't want that up my ass. My ass hurts. It feels raw and swollen. It feels like it's on fire right now."
"And I'm going to make it feel like it will explode," Deborah said. "You're about to become a slave girl for real. You will discover pain like you have never known. I taught Latisha everything she knows. Those boys were just playing with you. I am the one whom you will learn from. And pain will be my textbook."
The woman wiggled the toe of her shoe between Val's white, hard buttocks. She wiggled it up and squirmed it around, making the passage open for the entrance of the rough leather dildo she waved in her hand.
Sandy could hardly believe her eyes. Her friend was about to get butt-fucked at the hands of a cruel mistress. And she would be forced to watch it. Forced to endure every second of her friend's pain as if it were her own.
The hard red thing was unlike Rick's cock. Max's cock was nothing to compare to it either. The guys had huge cocks, and they were of flesh and blood. Max had come inside her and Rick had pulled his out to defy her, but at least they had been human about it. She had the feeling she was not going to be so lucky at this woman's hands. She had the feeling she was going to wish she had never played with those guys in the first place. She wished she had never laid eyes on this room, or on Latisha, or any of the things they found here.
But it was too late for wishing. Too late for tears.
The evil red-haired bitch mistress had them in the palm of her hand. She had that hand wrapped around a dildo now, and she was prepared to use it in the meanest, most cruelly sadistic way a person could use it.
"Be easy with her," Sandy screamed, "she's been through so much!"
"Nothing compared to what she is about to experience."
That was the chilling reply. The woman was hard and merciless and you could not reason with her. She was going to rape Val anally and she seemed like she might just enjoy every sick, perverted second of it.
What sort of she-bitch was this, Val wondered. To tie her and her friend up and force them to perform. It had been fun before, but now things had taken on a serious tone. The problem was, Val could feel the hard, heavy thing coming toward her ass hole and she was looking forward to it. She was looking forward to the sensation of having her anus squeezed out and her guts violated.
She was starting to love every single second of the vile torture. She wanted the woman to tame her, to make her her slave, because she knew there was no other way she could comply. She could never admit to herself under any other circumstances that she loved what the woman was doing to her.
And she loved having Sandy watch. She loved watching Sandy. She had the feeling her life would never be the same again.
"Take this thing up your butt," the woman said in her calmest, most controlled voice.
"Take it and love it," she said as she slipped the hard leather piece between the girl's legs and up into her butt hole.
Val shook her head and moaned aloud. "No, don't, Mistress."
"Come now, Val," the woman said in a stern, but quiet voice, "you know you want it. You know you'll only cry worse if I take it away. I think I'll make you beg me for it. Yes, that is what you really deserve."
She yanked the dildo out just as it had started to caress the soft, plush ass opening of the girl's rectum. She pulled it out and made Val beg for it.
"Please, Mistress," Val shouted right on cue. "Please let me have your cock. I want it. I want it so desperately. I'll die if I don't get it."
The woman backed up and smiled down into Val's face. "Better," she said. "Now again. And with a lot more sincerity, too."
"I beg of you, Mistress Deborah," the girl said. She felt a hard hand pull her by the hair, pull her head back. Then, when she was face to face with Mistress Deborah, the woman spat.
She spat her full in the face. She spat at her and ground the spittle in with her shoe sole. She ground it in and smiled down at the girl who was sputtering and screaming. "You look lovely like that," the woman said.
Val tasted the vile spit from the woman's mouth. She felt low and mean and completely used. She could not understand this woman. She was playing a game she was, up until now, totally unfamiliar with.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Now I'm going to fuck you with this," Deborah said, changing the rules of the game still another time. "I'm going to fuck you with it and you'll love it and you'll hate it by turns, but it won't do you a bit of good, because you'll be powerless to do anything about it."
Val believed that it was true. She knew the woman was a vile seductress who would stop at nothing to teach her a lesson. She knew she should be on her guard, but how could she fight a menace this overpowering?
She knew she could not. Deborah would have her way, whatever that was. And for the first time in her life, Val felt she should obey someone blindly, and without question.
"Take this," Deborah said.
She ground the insistent red dildo into the little girl's ass hole and wasted no time skewering her to the floor with it.
"Take this up that dirty butt of yours."
Val took it up her butt and felt it glow red hot. Perhaps there was something in it to make it hot, but she reasoned it could also be the friction from Deborah's hard hand. She was pumping the thing furiously. Pumping it in and out and swirling it around and around. Val felt it thud inside her.
The thing felt like it would be glowing now. It was that hot. It seared her ass hole. It seared her cunt. It seared her butt chute to agonizing heat.
"Stop, stop," Sandy cried out at last."
Suddenly, Deborah stopped twisting the obscenely long, thick dildo up Val's cunt. "Now, why would you want me to stop?" the woman said in a slow, even voice.
"Because you're hurting my friend."
"So you think I am, do you?"
"I think you're about to split her in two."
"That might not mean I'm hurting you, you little insidious blonde vixen, that might mean I'm showing her a good time."
"You're making her bleed, can't you see that?"
Again, Deborah said nothing. But she yanked the dildo out of Val's poor, bruised ass hole and held it up. The thing was glowing hot now, and it was coated from the pounding. It was coated with shit and slime from Max coming inside the girl.
"I think I'll let you save your friend's life," Deborah said, with ease and control, as though she were conducting a class.
"I think I'll let you make things easier for your pal. Would you like that?"
Sandy stared back at her with her eyes wide in terror. The woman advanced toward her and held the vile red thing up. It was thick and hard and dripping with shit and semen. It reeked of shit and cock smells.
"I ... I...." Sandy began, but it was no use. The woman was advancing toward her. She was going to plant that dildo square up into her own ass. But then Sandy realized where she was. She was bound up tightly to a wide pillar. Her ass was backed up flush against the pillar.
"You're ... you're not going to...." She stared at her, eyes pleading against all hope. The woman surely would not think of doing what it looked like she was indeed about to do."
But the woman glared at her mercilessly from behind her black mask. She glared at her and she grabbed a hunk of her angelic blonde hair.
"Eat it," she said, her gross tits thrust hard against Sandy's stomach.
"Oh, Goooooodddddddd!!!!" Sandy wailed.
The woman grabbed her mouth with one hand and forced it open. Sandy had never felt such muscular strength, even from Latisha. The woman pried her mouth open and she stuffed the hard, thick leather dildo up against her teeth.
"Swallow my cock whole," she said slowly and softly.
"Please," Sandy managed from the back of her throat. She shot the woman one imploring glance. But it did little good.
The woman stuffed the whole, hard leather thing into Sandy's mouth. She stuffed it inside and made Sandy taste and swallow her best friend's shit. She made her lick the stale semen off the round, red leather piece.
The dildo found its way to the back of her throat and Sandy felt herself melt to the floor.
Val watched, astonished. She could not believe what was happening. She could not accept that this woman could be so cruel. Yet she knew she was getting off watching the sight. She was getting off so hard her pussy lips were clanging together.
The experience was making her knees watery and her cunt ooze. She knew it wouldn't be long before the woman recognized that she was hot. And she knew the woman would exact a terrible price from her if she found out.
But there was no way she could hide it. She felt herself salivate with arousal. The sight of Sandy's sweet, clean pink tongue licking that obscene, fdthy dildo was ecstatic to her. She could feel her clit nudging her pussy lips.
That would give her away. If the woman looked over now, she would see Val rubbing her legs together. She would see her trying to get herself off with simple friction and she would be furious.
Without warning, the woman swirled around and came to face with Val. Even as she gripped her own pussy lips with the smooth, shiny flanks of her own thighs, trying to keep the woman from spotting what was indeed happening, the woman knew.
She knew exactly what Val was trying to hide.
She was' trying to cover the fact that she was getting off. She was coming from having witnessed the disgusting, but erotic spectacle of her best friend being forced to eat the fetid, thick cock dildo covered with slime and come.
"So you got off on that, did you?" the bitch roared. She placed her surly hands on her hips and eyed Val like she might have expected as much.
"No, Mistress," Val lied. She lowered her eyes and tried to fake some respect for the woman who had held them there by the sheer force of her dominant personality and the bite of her stern shoe sole. The fucking cunt.
Val cried bitter tears. She cried because she knew that Sandy was suffering, and that she was getting off on it. And she cried because she knew what would be next.
"Well," the big cunt Deborah said with a twitch of her dark shoulders, "how would you like to be next? I just know you're dying for it."
"No, Mistress," said Val, only she was speaking the truth now. She feared the vile dominatrix. Feared her like nothing she had ever feared before.
"I know you're lying, she-bitch," the woman said with a haughty nod.
"No, Mistress."
"And I know how to break you from lying."
"Yes, Mistress. I mean, no, Mistress. I'm afraid."
"Of course you are," the woman said with complete confidence. She stood there and buckled her arms under her heaving bosom. "And that's all to the good. You are afraid, and that fear will make you do as you're told. Alas, one cannot have obedience without fear. It seems to be a rule of human nature.
Val could feel her cunt lips quiver. Only this time, they were doing it out of abject terror. She saw Sandy, still slumped to the floor. The obscene red leather cock piece was still stuffed in her mouth. Slime ran from Sandy's mouth and the cock piece was stuck there, like some perverted tongue depressor.
"Your turn," Deborah said, heading for the trunk.
She lifted the lid and dug into the contents.
Val feared what she might come up with. There were no more slimy leather dicks to swallow, but the woman was clever and resourceful. She would come up with something and Val knew it. Something to tame her ... something to put her in her place ... right under. Deborah's thumb.
The woman backed up and Val could see she had something in her hand. It was huge and black and coiled up like a thick poisonous snake. And even worse, there was something about the way Deborah was handling it.
She was assured in the way she carried it. She had it coiled up and had it around one of her sharp, golden shoulders. Like a lion tamer. Like a carnival act. Val shuddered in the knowledge that the woman was a master with this whip. What sort of she-devil was she? Where had she come from? And more importantly, where would send Val to once she got her hand around the thick leather whip handle.
"This ought to make you a little more docile," Deborah said as she strode up to a high cross beam in the roof of the attic torture room. "You ought to be quite a student of discipline by the time I've finished with you."
"I'll do anything you ask, Mistress," Val wept. "I'll do anything. Only don't mark me, I beg you."
"I won't mark you for life," the woman said back, "but I'll make you remember who I am for a long time to come. I certainly will."
Val cringed in terror. "I'm sorry," the words poured out, "I didn't mean to get off just now. I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry if I displeased you."
The she-devil laughed uproariously. She tilted her masked face hack and let out a low, spine-chilling laugh. "You did not displease me, Slave," she said at last. "I expect my pets to get off when I want them to. It's permitted here. Only you should not have made an attempt to hide it. I forbid covert behavior. Never, never try to hide anything from me. I will find out. Then, you will be punished. And, punished severely, I might add, my sweet young thing."
"Is that what you're going to do to me now?"
Deborah strode over to the ceiling beam and looked up. There were two shining gold hooks hanging from them. She seemed to be ignoring Val. She walked to a closet and pulled out two equal lengths of rope.
The bristly rope made Val cringe again. She wondered what sort of punishment the woman had in mind. From the corner, the sound of moaning was heard.
"Your friend has decided to wake up and watch you now," Deborah said. "Isn't it odd how things like that seem to equal themselves out?"
"Excuse me, Mistress?"
"Here you watched your friend's own suffering and you got off on it. Now she is awake to watch yours. Tit for tat. Karma, if you like."
Val didn't much like. But there was little she could do about it. Deborah began to go to work. She fashioned a knot in both ends of the ropes and tested it for strength. She seemed to be expert at knotting, and quite familiar with the properties of the particular rope she had chosen to work with.
She then stood under the hooks and lassoed each of them with the slip knots and yanked the free ends hard until the knot closed around the hooks. The process would have been interesting to see, if Val had not known that she would no doubt be the receptor of the nefarious activity she now witnessed.
The woman then came over to Val and stuck her shoe square in her face. "Your turn," she said, as though pointing at her to indicate her number was up. "Follow me, Slave."
Val felt her eyelids sting when she closed them again. She felt lower than a worm. She had enjoyed Sandy's misfortune, and now she was to experience such misfortune herself. And at the hands of the merciless Deborah.
Deborah kicked and nudged her with the sole of her high heel over to where the two ropes swung free from their hooks in the ceiling.
"This will do, nicely, don't you think?" Val made no reply.
Deborah kicked her swiftly with the toe of her sharp high heel. Then, Val replied. "Yes, Mistress."
"That's better," Deborah said. "You see, I don't like to be ignored. In fact, I don't permit it at all. It angers me. And I don't think you want to do that."
Val bit her lower Up. The momentary sting of pain distracted her from thinking about the greater pain to come. She eyed the hooks. She saw the devilish rope ends swinging all the way to the floor. And she knew. She knew she was going to be fodder for the vicious queen's evil ends.
"Here," Deborah said. "Let's get these nasty knots off those wrists of yours."
Val sat still and let the woman untie her.
"They probably hurt. Besides, I've got some fresh rope I'd like to tie you in. That ought to hurt a lot differently for a change."
Val felt the momentary release of pain when the woman yanked the rope ends off her swollen, red wrists. Then, in less time than it takes for the blood to circulate around them, Deborah had her bound in a new prison.
The rope ends that hung from the ceiling hooks were wound around the poor girl's wrists and she was kicked onto her feet.
But the worst part was that she could not quite stand up on flat foot. Every time she tried to stand straight, the rope had its way. The rope was not quite long enough to allow her room to stand on her whole foot.
Much as she tried, she could not struggle to stand. She could barely touch the floor with her toes. Her weight was being held by those wrist knots and the rope tied to the ceiling hooks.
Val struggled to stand. It was useless. Her armpits ached. The weight of her own curvaceous young body was pulling her and making the pain even fiercer.
"Please, Mistress," she begged. The sound of her own voice came out strained and unfamiliar. It sounded like someone hollering up a drain pipe from about a block away. "Please, don't leave me here like this."
"Silence," the devilish Deborah said as she uncoiled the slithery black whip. "Speak when you're spoken to, or deal with me."
It didn't look like she was in a position to argue. She knew she must do what the woman told her, but she didn't have to like it. The fact that Sandy was coming out of her coma made things even stickier.
Now Sandy would see her misfortune. She wondered if she'd have to endure Sandy getting off on hers the way she did on Sandy's. Perhaps the dominance queen was right. Maybe this was karma or just wicked old fate. But she didn't like it, whatever the hell you called it. It stunk.
"You're going to bite some whip, Val," the bitch said, a vile little grin stealing over her feline face, "and I think you're going to like it."
No way, Val thought. She ached already from the pain of her own body yanking her with its dead weight. Even worse, jostling around like that, her body began to swing a bit, making the weight even heavier, the pain still greater.
It seemed this woman had an endless appetite for horror and pain. Again Val wondered how this woman had become a dominatrix. What forces conspired to make her what she was? A bitch who got off on other peoples' pain....
The woman stood less than ten feet away. Slowly, agonizingly she uncoiled the snake of her whip and stared at Val. She seemed to be watching for any change in the girl's face. Perhaps she was looking for signs of weakness or fear.
Maybe she got off on it. Well, Val vowed, she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.
Then, as firm as her resolve was, it broke. It broke with the first crack of the bitch's black whip. It broke and shattered into a million fragments of despair and pain as the tip of the snake bit into her groin. It bit into the tip of her rubbery pink clit. It bit into the crevice of cunt meat between her sweet pussy thick pussy lips. It bit her and it stung like Holy Hannah. Before she had time to assess the damage, Val felt the bite of the whip tip once more. This time, it sailed right down on her sweet pink clit and felt like it took a chunk right out of it. Surely, the woman lied.
She was being marked for life. She would bear the scars on her adorable nubile nymphet body for the rest of her life. Everybody would be able to see the moment she took her clothes off and spread her lips.
The pain from the whip's nasty bite seared her flesh and burnt back to her brain. The pain was exhausting, punishing, humiliating.
But there was something worse. Through her. tears, she could see the evil glow on Deborah's face. And there was something else. Her friend Sandy was revived now. And Sandy was watching her. There was a slight upturn of Sandy's lips.
Sandy's lips were curling into a little smile.
This, Val did not want or expect. This vile seductress was pitting one friend against the other and she was succeeding. The pain heightened.
The woman let the whip go slack. Then, she hauled the whole thing back and let the tip drop to form a giant question mark. In an instant the question was answered. The woman hurled the whole leatheTy horror straight off into space and expertly targeted the raw meat place between Val's legs.
The whip stung her. It was as though someone had driven a tiny row of spikes all along the opening of her pussy. The pain was coming at her now in waves. The pain was inside her, pounding to get out and she cried.
She cried bitter tears of repressed longing and pain and horror. What, if anything had she ever done to deserve such a treatment.
"I know what you're thinking," the dark queen said with a little grin, "I know what evil lurks in that mind of yours, Slave. I know everything about you. Everything there is to possibly know about you, I know."
Val opened her mouth to speak, but she could only blubber. Words would not come. The whole catalogue of names and curses that she was about to throw at her captor was spent on the sputtering tip of her tongue.
It just plain hurt too much to respond. She was in pain up to her eyeballs. She ached up to her hair line and she could not think straight. Pain was clouding her reason.
But one thing was becoming clear. She would have to do exactly as her seductress commanded. She would have to submit to anything and everything the woman dished out to her. She would have to, or she would lose her mind.
"You can't hide anything from me," spoke Deborah. "You're wondering what in the world you've done to deserve such a thing, aren't you?"
Val managed to nod her head limply. There wasn't much point in lying. The woman would find out anyway. She was in control, and Val had to let her know she intended to cooperate fully. She would be her victim. Anything, to keep her sanity!
"You think perhaps I'm being overly harsh, don't you?"
Val nodded once more.
Apparently, that was the wrong answer. Deborah launched another attack on her poor, beaten up pussy lips with the tongue of her infamous whip.
THWACK!!! The thing sounded against her flesh.
Her young flesh. The flesh that so many boys and men alike had admired. Now, it was being mutiliated by this maniac. Val hated herself. She hated herself for allowing herself to come to this place. For being so curious. For playing with fire. And for being here, strung up like a Japanese lantern on a holiday for the sole pleasure of this vicious debauched female. The one with the whip.
"Bite it," the woman said, fully charged up now.
"Yes, Mistress," Val wailed.
"Bite my whip with your tongue. Taste the tip of my power between your teeth."
Val held the tip of her whip between her teeth as Deborah dangled it over her nose. Something about it made her slump her head down. The thing had the better of her. This whip was her guard. And Deborah was her judge and executioner. She was in command, and Val must do as she was told. Never mind if she deserved it or not.
"Little disobedient Vixen!!!!" she seethed, out of control.
"Think you can have fun at your friend's expense behind my back!"
"You'll pay for your disobedience!!!"
THROP!!!
SPLAT!!
PUCK!!!!
Again and again and again the lash flailed at her and gripped her flesh. She looked out to see thin, curving lines of red welts raised against the ivory backdrop of her young skin.
Something about that made her feel even more scared. The woman said she would not mark her for life, but it was hard to believe from her vantage point. She thought her skin looked scarred for life. No one would want her now. Not even a half-decent type of guy. Not even scum. She was marked, and Deborah was marking her.
"Take another bite, my pet," she scolded.
The whip uncoiled into the soft, wet folds of her pussy flesh.
She could hear Sandy breathing heavy in the other part of the room. Her humiliation was complete. She had never known such degradation. If she could sink to her knees, she would do so. She would sink to her knees and kiss her Mistress's long red fingernails and beg for mercy.
"Don't, Mistress," she heard her lips move to form the foreign words. "Silence, Bitch."
"Please, Ma'am," she repeated, feeling very small.
"When I say, not until."
The woman made good her word with another slash of the whip. Val saw a clean line of black leather uncoil before her eyes and burrow into her body. It burrowed into the crevice between her legs.
But Deborah's technique had changed. Instead of the hard, humiliating lashes she had been pounding her with, now the lashes were caressing. Soft and seductive.
Almost as though a strong, muscular, insistent tongue were lapping at her pussy.
Pain, she had begun to understand. But this was different. This was pain mixed with pleasure and it terrified and confused her. She did not understand how she could be feeling them both at the same time. The whole thing was blowing her mind.
"Take that, now," Deborah said softly.
"Oh, Mistress," Val begged, "please."
But her words were unconvincing. She had no desire to beg her mistress to stop. Only the sensation was bedevilling her. Her pussy lips swelled with arousal as the tough, black leather kept stroking them, fondling them in all kinds of places and in all kinds of ways the poor girl never knew existed.
"You like that, don't you," the shrewd woman accused.
"Yes, Mistress."
It would be pointless to lie to her. The size and positioning of the leather against her flesh was becoming ecstatic. Her face turned from a coarse frown of fright into a soft smile of contentment. The pleasure was dipping from her toes to her head. Her cunt lips Hailed against the whip tip, trying to hang onto it.
The thing parted the curtain of her pussy flesh and wound its tongue tip tightly around the protruding clit. The undeniably erotic sensation of leather against pussy flesh melted her. The smell of leather mingling with the scent of freshly aroused cunt was intoxicating. She could not escape it.
"You want more, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You want Mistress Deborah to make you come with the tip of this whip, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You want Mistress Deborah to get you off with her whip, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Well, think again, bitch!!!!!!"
Val opened her dreamy eyes wide and felt the whip leather hurl against her pussy mound. The thing seemed to cut into her like a razor. She opened her eyes in dismay and pain and looked down for any signs of blood.
But it was too late to stop the arousal bottled up within her. It had already made its way to her brain and the pit of her stomach.
She was already coming, and she didn't know how to stop it. The woman was beating her mercilessly now. But the mechanism of climax had already been set into motion. It was too late to stop it now. She had been tricked into coming by this monstrous witch.
The woman had coaxed the leather up into her pussy slit and played with her clit to ripen it, make it ready to come. Then, just as Val was letting herself go, about to let herself fall off the edge of her passionate abyss, the woman tightened her grip and lit into her with all her furious might.
And it was too late for Val not to come. She closed her eyes again and opened them again in sheer, stark pain. She felt her whole body tense up and shudder in a non-stop orgasm of unknowable magnitude.
And still the woman bit her whip into the girl's sweet, young flesh. Another bite, then another. A slice, a slash, a flail. One sensation of pain mingled with another in a farrago of screams and pleas and orgasms on top of orgasms. She felt her insides split open from the crack of her cunt all the way to her forehead.
She felt monstrously hot and ready to charge her captor. Yet, there she hung. Hung up like a sweet little side of meat, about to be eaten. Eaten by the bullwhip of the vile Mistress Deborah. The vixen of all time.
"So," Deborah said, at last bringing her whip to a stop. "You liked that."
Val said nothing.
"Now, don't pretend with me, Slave Valerie," the woman said. She spoke almost as if the whole thing had been a light exercise. An exercise to prove how vulnerable and predictable Val was when she was tied up and subjected to a whipping.
"No, Mistress."
"I can see into that simple little head of yours and I know what's going on in it."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You got off on that, didn't you Slave?"
"No, Mistress."
Val bit on her words hard. She swallowed them and opened her eyes to face her captor. She had lied. But she wasn't going to take it back. She wasn't going to give the woman the satisfaction that she had loved the caressing point of that bullwhip enough to get off on it. As strong a climax as she could ever remember.
And she knew the woman would make her pay for it. Still, she was not going to recant. She was not about to belong completely to this woman. There were some things she wanted to keep private from her. And from Sandy."
"Who are you kidding?" the woman railed. She let out a hearty laugh and Val watched her bosom shaking. Those two mountainous mounds of surly white flesh.
Val stood her ground.
"You got off on that and you know it, Bitch."
Val felt the tears of pain rush out of her eyes and stream down her cheeks, but she wouldn't break. She would never let this woman know that she had received a mind-blowing, cunt-numbing climax at her command.
"Well, then," Deborah allowed, "we'll just have to do something else with you. I think your honesty needs a little improvement. If you don't mind, we'll just work on it a bit. I think I have the perfect exercise for you."
Val shuddered. She cast a look at Sandy, who shot her back a look of mortal terror. What did this woman have in mind? Who was she? And what limits would she go to to prove who was the boss? And how much more depravity and pain could either of them take?
CHAPTER NINE
Val felt a rush of relief when the woman took her down from her perch at the end of the ropes from the hooks in the ceiling. But it was short-lived.
"Were either of you girls very good at swimming?"
Val cocked her head and tried to connect with the woman's caustic glare. She was met by the dark mask and the steely eyes of the merciless dominatrix.
"I asked if either of you were much good at swimming."
From the sound of her voice, the woman expected an answer.
"I have done some swimming, Mistress," Sandy said prudently.
"Good," the woman said.
Val tried to remain mute on the subject, but the toe of the woman's high heel found her throat and she coughed up a response.
"I have done a little, Mistress."
"And," the woman said coldly, "were you any good at it?"
"Not much, Mistress," Val answered.
She was beginning to believe the woman could be kind to her if she would show her the respect she asked for. That part, she didn't mind. But to let her know that she was, in fact, in some small way, enjoying this brand of torture, was the last thing she wanted to face. It just didn't seem possible that she should.
"Well, I was wondering, because I know I like to see young women spread out flat, flailing their hands and feet and trying to cut through the water."
The girls eyed each other.
Perhaps the woman had some water torture in mind. Val had read how the Greek undergrounders punished traitors by sticking a water hose in their mouth. Sandy in turn, thought of the story she heard of English scientists experimenting with sensory deprivation.
They would put a man in a wet suit into a tank and deprive him of sound and color and smell and touch for forty-eight hours.
"Are you going to put us in water, Mistress?" Sandy intoned with complete respect. She was learning who was boss here fast.
"I'm going to teach your little friend here not to lie to me," she said to the blonde girl still tied to the pillar in the corner.
"I won't lie to you, Mistress," Val said. "I promise. Never again."
"That won't be quite good enough."
"I just don't like people knowing about my private life, that's all. I want to keep some things to myself, don't you-!"
Her pitiful words were cut short by a swift kick to the teeth.
"Do not forget who is in control here, unworthy slave."
Val coughed and sputtered and tried to respond. The woman clearly had the upper hand. Her feet were like clubs, and she knew how to wield them to get the maximum effect.
Val spat. She spat a little blood out with the saliva and she got frightened. She could no longer afford to be rebellious.
She would have to learn the lessons this woman was trying to teach her. She could not be insincere or untruthful. The woman could see right through her.
She strode to a closet in one corner of the room and opened the door. From out of the dark depths a long squarish plank sailed down, like an ironing board coming out of a utility cupboard.
"One of my favorite pieces of equipment," the woman said. She stroked the smooth planed surface as though it were a prize walnut buffet table.
The girls looked closely at the thing. There was a prong clip along the top. And there was a hole in the thickness of it. Two pieces of piano wire dangled from the underside near the point where it swung out of the closet.
Deborah wasted no time. She untied Sandy and told her to get down onto her knees to kiss her mistress's shoes. Sandy obliged.
Sandy had learned a quick, effective lesson. She had learned not to be rebellioius around this woman. She had learned to save the rebellion for the classroom or a disgusting date. But this woman would triumph over rebellion. She would use it and turn it against you and have her way all the same.
"Now, Slave," she said confidently. "You will ready the instrument of discipline. You will prepare it for your friend to learn from."
"Yes, Mistress," the blonde angel said.
"First, bring me that iron bar."
Sandy trotted over to where the brace bar was lying on the floor. She knelt down and tried to pick it up. It wouldn't budge.
"I said, bring it!!!"
"Yes, Mistress."
Again, Sandy tried to move the heavy piece. It was useless. She was too small and unmuscular to heave it an inch. It wouldn't move.
Deborah raced over to her and gave her a swift kick between her ass cheeks.
"Get on the job, Slave!"
Sandy knew she had to pick the thing up. It felt like a telephone pole. She gritted her teeth and tried to drag the thing. She sweated and strained and practically wept before she could drag the solid thing an inch. But drag she did.
"Now," the woman said, "Stick that bar into this hole."
She stood back and indicated the hole in the wood with the tip of her whip.
Sandy made the most effort she could muster to lift the thing. She cried out in pain and agony. Her shoulder felt like it would be ripped off. But somehow, she got her adrenalin up enough to stuff the bar into the hole in the wood. And she had a pretty good idea it was because she knew what was in store for her if she should, by any chance, come to failure.
"There," Deborah said. She turned to Sandy and pointed off to the trunk. "Bring me the set of cuffs with the holes in them.
Sandy ran to the trunk and dug until she found the right cuffs. They had threads indented into the holes, indicating they could be screwed onto something.
She gave them to Deborah and the woman commanded her to screw them onto either end of the steel cross bar jutting out from the wooden plank.
A grisly picture was beginning to emerge.
These were the size for ankle cuffs. Sandy knew that one of them would be fitted into these ankle cuffs and made to lie prone on the flat board. She had a pretty good idea it was going to be Valerie. She hoped so.
The bar was long enough so that anyone whose ankles were trapped in the cuffs at either end of the pole would have to stretch her legs out to the maximum point, and perhaps just a little beyond, to be able to fit into them.
"Bring me the dart dildo," the vixen ordered.
She pointed to the trunk again. Sandy was unclear what a dart dildo might be, but she knew better than to ask by this time.
She scurried to the trunk, her blonde hair sailing out in back of her, her pert little teenage tits bouncing as she went. She dug into the trunk.
"The one with the spiral base."
She put her hand on something hard, obscenely long and with the spiral base the woman was describing. The dildo felt like hard plastic. Bullet-shaped at the tip. One could only wonder what the spiral base was about.
She carried the thing to her mistress and presented it to her on her knees.
"Yes," the woman said. "Now you will fit the dildo onto the plank."
Sandy bent down and examined the plank. She knew best not to take too long. The woman would be impatient if she thought she was stalling. And the last time she was impatient, she had kicked her best friend in the mouth so hard her teeth rattled and a spurt of blood poured out of her.
She fit the spiral end of the dildo onto the prong, and she heard a click as the thing sunk into it. Then, she noticed a spring. The spiral was a spring and it contained a release button.
The whole thing was starting to make terrifying sense. Val was to be fitted into those cuffs and made to lie flat against that plank.
She would be rendered helpless and at the mercy of that monstrous plastic dildo.
But what were the piano wires for?
She didn't have too long to wonder.
"Bring the slave here," the woman commanded.
Val followed her friend mutely. She could not believe the girl was helping the dominatrix do this to her. She could not believe the punishment she was about to receive at both their hands.
"Fit the slave onto the plank," Deborah said with the authority of a consumate teacher. And indeed, she was playing that role.
Sandy helped Val to lie on the plank on her back.
"No," Deborah said. "Make the slave lie on her stomach. I want to see those ass cheeks of hers flying in the air."
Sandy helped her friend to lie on her stomach.
"Open those ankle cuffs, pet," the woman spoke in that low, controlled voice of hers. "And be quick about it now. I warn you."
Sandy flipped the cuffs open and set Val's tiny feet into the steel circles. She slipped them through up to the ankles and snapped the cuffs shut.
"Now the piano wire," the bitch called.
"Mistress?" Sandy turned her gorgeous blonde head up and saw the dark mask scowling down at her. "I don't understand."
"Figure it out, simpleton."
Sandy scrunched up her nose and looked at the wire. She saw that the twin strands of wire were about where Val's tits were thrust out on either side of the huge plank. Perhaps they were to tie them down with.
"Yes, Mistress."
Sandy closed her eyes and felt the stiff piano wire between her fingers. It almost hurt to touch the thing. It was that fine and sharp.
She could hardly believe that she was about to render her friend helpless. But it was true. Once she tied her nipples down with these wires, the girl would be immobile. She would be completely vulnerable.
"No," Val whispered to her friend. "Don't, Sandy. Please."
Mistress Deborah said nothing. She stood at the base of the plank, straddling it and stared at them both. Sandy felt like she was caught in a vise.
She felt as completely tied to that plank as her best friend. But one look at the harsh lines of her captor's face and she knew what she must do.
She picked up the dangling end of the piano wire and grabbed Val's left nipple.
She pinched the nipple to an elongated peak and twisted the piano wire around it, elongating it even further. The thing looked like a huge eraser tied around the base.
"Owwwwwwww!!!!!!!" Val cried as the wire bit into her nipple flesh.
Sandy knew she could not afford to show the girl any mercy. It would mean her own pain if she did. Yet, she hurt for her friend. She hurt and she worried what the woman would do to her, though she had a pretty good idea formulating in her head already.
"Hurry, Slave!" the command went out.
Sandy picked up the girl's other tit and pinched the nipple.
The sensation was hot and arousing to Val, until the piano wire tightened around it. Until the squeeze was around her nipple.
"You'll cut them off," Val cried.
"Only if you move suddenly," laughed Deborah.
Sandy stood aside and let her mistress inspect the work.
"Fine," she said curtly.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Now let us release the spiral dildo into her ass."
Sandy blinked. Was it possible? Was this woman going to make her perform the actual torture? But then, she realized it was possible. It would be like this she-devil. It would be the way she could kill two birds with one stone.
She must have known perfectly well what she was doing. She smiled evilly at Sandy, who shook her head and started to cry.
Sandy threw herself down to the floor and grabbed her mistress around the ankle. She looked up at her with those melting chocolate brown eyes and the face of a pathetic, sweet and innocent waif. The face of an angel and the hair to match.
"Please, Mistress. I'll do anything. Anything!!!! Only don't make me do this. Don't make me torture my best friend. I beg you."
Silence. There was a silent pall over the room.
Sandy watched her mistress's face for some sign. Some sign of weakening. Some sign of lessening her resolve. But she saw nothing.
"Very well," the woman said at last. "You will have a choice. You can either choose to torture your friend according to my specifications ... or you can choose to be tortured yourself in this manner."
She pointed to the splayed out form at her feet.
Sandy gasped. She looked down at Val. The girl's legs were spread eagle and her pussy lips were scissored out so wide, her ass had been forced into the air. Her cunt lips were spread so far back, you could see down to the black portals of her sweet little cunt hole. Her ass was opened wide, like a pink rosebud about to bloom.
"Oh, God," she uttered.
It was a cry from the depths of her being. It was a cry of anguish from the deep well of her soul. The choice was impossible, yet she knew she must make it. To torture her friend or to torture herself? To feel the raging, stinging pain and humiliation of a lesson she had already learned herself all too well, or watch her own best friend be eaten alive by the vicious rocket aimed at her guts?
"Don't," she said to her mistress. "Don't make me do this."
"As I said," the heartless bitch replied, "you have a choice."
Sandy sank to her elbows and wept. She pounded the floor and felt the tears flow from her eyes. She would endure torture no matter which way she chose. And she couldn't stand it. It hurt so bad already, what would the sting of a dildo matter?
She looked up and saw Val twist her head around to look at her. She saw the hard, cold face of their captor looking at her with vengeance in her glance. And she knew she must decide. And she knew she must decide to let go of the choice.
Val was on the block. Val must pay for being disobedient. She was ready to give over to her mistress. She had capitulated. Now, her friend must as well.
She smiled a kittenish smile and stood up.
"I'm ready, Mistress," she said, obediently bowing her head to the woman. "Excellent."
Sandy reached over. She found the release button on the spiral dildo. She saw the bullet-nosed plastic tip jutting out the top of the steel spiral.
She saw it aimed for Val's blistering red ass hole. She saw her ass cheeks flanking either side of her poop chute and quivering with the expectation of intense pain.
And she saw her friend Val. Lying there, gritting her teeth and her fists to distract herself from the awful sensation she knew was to come.
"Go ahead, Sandy my pet."
She nodded to her mistress and fingered the release button. She pulled it back and felt the tension in her fingers. She let the button go. In a flash, the dildo sprung loose from itsmoorings.
It shot straight ahead and hit the outstretched valve of her friend's ass lips.
"Owwwwwww!!!!" the girl wasted no time responding. "Jesus Christ. ... oh my God."
Sandy couldn't bear to look, but her mistress held her head so that she had to look. She had to look and see what she'd done to the pitiful girl at her feet. She was forced to look at what she'd done to her best friend.
She saw the butt end of the dildo sticking out of Val's ass. The thing had not successfully penetrated it to the base, but enough of the smooth dome head of it was stuck up there to give the girl a measure of raw pain.
"Finish the job," Mistress Deborah ordered coolly.
"What?"
"Call me mistress!!!!!"
"What, Mistress?"
"Finish the job, you lying little cheat. Finish the job proper or I'll kick your mouth bloody. Stick that thing up her all the way."
Sandy held her breath and tried to get a grip. She knew she must follow the woman's orders, or seem to be following them. She must not let on how horrified she really was of the whole thought of buggering her best friend.
CHAPTER TEN
Sandy grapsed the thick, bulbous dildo in her hands. She smiled thinly at her captor. She knew she must be acting like she enjoyed it, or there would be worse fate awaiting her. She held the thing with both hands.
And, she began to move it around into Val's swollen and bloody ass. She felt the stubby butt end of the thing and aimed it straight up into the girl's bowels.
"Nooooooooo, Sandy!!!!!!"
"I'm sorry, Val," she said, "I really am."
"Silence, bitch."
"Sorry, Mistress."
"Now, take that thing and make it work till you strike pay dirt!"
With that command, the mistress crossed her arms and stood at attention to watch the girl do what she commanded.
Val felt the knob of the plastic prick scoot up her chute and dig around, as if prodding for her center. As if trying to find the core of her very being, the hard, punishing prick knob dug into her ass.
The idea that it was being commandeered by her best friend made it hurt no less. How could Sandy do this to her? And most of all, how could she ever forgive her.
The hard bite of the burrowing dildo made her forget such superficial concerns.
"Plllllleeeeease," she begged them both. "No more. I can't take any more."
"Try to relax, Val," she heard Sandy whisper. "Try to enjoy it."
Val closed her eyes. The sensation was not all that bad, just alarming that it was done in this position. She didn't like being strung up like this. She resented being pegged to a cross and made to bleed by these women, one of whom was her best friend, or had been up to today.
"Stick it harder," the woman commanded. "Yes, Mistress."
"Now, Val," the woman continued, "I'm talking to you and I expect respect." Silence.
"Do you hear me, Slave?????" Val nodded. "Answer me, Bitch!"
"Yeeeess, Mistress."
The words came out garbled and with agony. The voice was strained almost to the breaking point. Val felt the angry prick poke into her harder.
Sandy dug the thing around, scooping out the remaining shit and scum from the girl's violated butt button. The remorse she felt made her flush with shame. But there it was. She was doing it and she knew she had to do it and Val would just have to forgive her if she could.
"Do you enjoy having your ass fucked?"
Val listened to the calm, impeccable syllables issuing from the woman's mouth. They stoked the fires in her bowels. But she bit her lip. She knew what her answer would be, even though it pained her to say it.
"Yes, Mistress."
"How much do you like it, Valerie Slave Girl?"
"I like it very much, Mistress."
"And you're going to come, aren't you, Slave Bitch?"
"Yes, Mistress," came the docile reply.
"Make the slave come with that dildo," the witch commanded her pet.
Sandy jerked the thing insistently in and out of the girl's butt tunnel. She worked it around and around like a huge spoon inside her firm, ripe young ass. Then, she began a series of jerking motions in and out of her hole. In and out, working up a layer of oil and ooze from the girl's organ.
In and out, she pushed the obscene prick stick.
Out and in, she pumped the hard, plastic dick.
She worked the thing around in huge, tantalizing circles, then in slow, agonizingly painful ones.
Val's head was swimming. Such prolonged pain and agony as she had never known was at work on her. And she got the two things confused.
She could no longer separate the two. They had become one. Her cruel mistress seemed the benevolent benefactor. Her traitor girlfriend seemed like a trusted servant who was administering to her all her wants and needs.
She reeled. Her head felt dizzy. Her butt burned with the fires of hell and caught her guts up in the engulfing flames. She humped her hips up high to swallow even more of the monstrous prick stick. She humped them again and took the thing to its base.
"You're coming, aren't you, Slave?"
"You're getting off on this, isn't that so?"
"You can't deny it, can you?"
"Yes," Valerie shrieked.
She shrieked and undulated her hips. Her clit was swollen to the bursting point. Her pussy lips flailed mightily as she was swept up in a massive orgasm that started deep in her bowels, tore through her whole body, and ended up as a watery glow in her bowels again. She thudded her head against the plank.
Her nipples felt like they would be severed at the base. She felt the prick squeeze the juice out of her. And she squeezed back.
"Ooooohhhhhhh," she moaned and spilt come juice out of her slit and out of her own, pulverized ass hole as she writhed in agony.
This was for real. She bit the hardwood of the plank. She pounded her fists into the wood and felt the piano wire nearly severe her nipples. Her ass was a giant well of fire and raw nerves frayed and burnt.
"Sooooooo," Mistress Deborah said, calmly, assessing the scene. "I see you've turned from a liar into an honest little girl at last."
"I wouldn't exactly call her a liar," another voice said from somewhere behind them.
All threee heads whirled around at once to see a tall, statuesque blonde standing in the doorway.
"Little Latisha," the big mistress said smoothly.
"Big Mamma Deborah," came the blonde's reply.
"And how has my favorite slave girl been behaving herself? You've been naughty, I hope."
"I've been very, very naughty, Mistress Deborah," the blonde said again and again. "So naughty, I'm afraid you'll have to punish me."
The girls exchanged glances. What in the world was happening. Wasn't this Latisha, their own sweet blonde mistress, the one who first indoctrinated them into the pleasures of pain? And now she was bowing and scraping to Deborah.
"I thought I might," Deborah said back.
"You see," Latisha continued, "I've beat you to the punch with these girls. I got to them first. I broke them in, as you commanded."
"As I commanded," the black bitch nodded.
"As you shall command me," Latisha said, lowering her head, "so it shall be done."
Val and Sandy blinked hard. So Latisha was a slave girl, just like them. She had done everything Deborah had commanded her to do to break them in ... to get them ready for their confrontation with the ultimate dominatrix ... the devilish Deborah.
"I'm afraid you will have to pay for this," Deborah boomed out into the little attic room. "You shall have to pay severely."
Neither of the girls could miss the excitement in Latisha's face.
"Yes, Mistress."
The blonde bowed down to her knees and kissed Deborah's thick, ugly shoe.
The woman grinned evilly and reached down. When she stood up again, she was holding Latisha's blonde tresses in her hands.
"Owwwwwww!!!!!!" she cried as the woman dragged her across the floor.
She pulled her all the way across the hardwood floor and jerked her up onto the velour cushions. She grabbed the black whip and tore her clothes to shreds with it. The blue jogging suit Latisha had been wearing was turned into a mass of blue tatters.
And all the time, Latisha had this odd sort of smile on her face. She resisted. She railed. She swore. She tried to find the woman's throat with her hands, but she had this weird smile on her face. Like she was supposed to be receiving the butt end of the vicious vixen's surly black leather whip.
Like she actually might have been enjoying it.
Sandy waited until Deborah gave them the command.
It was not long in coming.
"Free the slave girl Valerie," she called over to them.
Sandy unbound her friend and helped her up. She was in bad shape. She could barely limp, but somehow she hung on with Sandy's help.
"Nowwwwww," the woman in the center of the room shrieked. "You will all dance to the tune of this whip. Latisha, my oldest and most obedient slave will show you underlings how it is done. Listen, watch, and obey!!!!"
She snapped the whip hard for emphasis and both girls promptly sat down and wrapped their hands around their knees to better see what was going on.
They were not disappointed.
The gorgeous blonde put up a violent struggle, but the beauteous brunette seemed born to tame her. It was a cat fight worthy of the name, but the dominatrix bitch sooned triumphed. She sat her whole weight down on Latisha's body.
"Now you will do as I command. You will do my bidding, just as you always have."
"Yes, Mistress," the blonde came back, almost as if she were hypnotized.
She lay very still on the divan. Then, Deborah pushed her onto the floor.
"All right, you slave girls," Deborah hollered to the two sitting there. "Come over here."
Sandy and Val got up. But before they could take one step, Deborah flew over and slapped them both across their cheeks with one, single swipe.
They hit the deck and stared up at her, their little rear ends pointed skyward, like four melons in a row.
"You are not permitted to walk," the black bitch railed, "not unless I give you permission. Now, crawl. Crawl, unworthy worms."
The girls, tired and beaten as they were, began the long slow wiggle on their elbows and their knees over to the divan.
"Aren't they wonderful, Mistress?" they heard Latisha tell her mentor. "Just like I promised. Aren't they just adorable?"
They tried to look up, but thought better of it when Deborah's shoe tip caught them under the chin, then pushed against the tops of their heads.
"Keep your eyes lowered, filthy wretches," she said in a low, mean voice. They did as they were told.
