THE HUMILIATION OF KATIE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

Part 1

Katie gagged as the cock fucking her face stabbed in, hitting the
back of her throat before forcing its way further down. Her eyes
watering as she gagged, trying to cough around the prick filling
her narrow throat, she looked up at the man who was choke-fucking
her. She begged with her eyes for mercy. Her big brown eyes
poured tears down her stretched open cheeks. She couldn't bite
him. The ring between her teeth kept her jaws stretched as wide
apart as they could go without being dislocated. She gasped as he
pulled out, feeling a tiny amount of vomit spill up her throat
and drool out her tightly stretched lips, dripping from her chin
onto the floor beneath her.

The man raping her mouth laughed in her crying face. "Dirty
little whore! You don't deserve to suck my cock, but I can rape
your face. We are all going to rape every hole you have! You only
get to cum, if you are able!" He grabbed her pigtails and held
her head as his hips surged forward, burying his fat cock even
deeper into her throat.

Katie tried to scream. She knew it wouldn't do any good, but she
couldn't stop herself from trying any more than she could close
her mouth or her legs right now. The scream was shoved back into
her throat by the fat log of cock. She didn't know it, but the
scream only made the throat-rape sweeter for the man doing it.

She felt her wrists burn as she twisted, or tried to twist, her
arms. They were bound together with rough hemp at the wrist
behind her back and then her arms had been pulled upward at the
wrist until her shoulders nearly dislocated. Her ankles and knees
burned too. The ankles were tied with the same rough rope. They
were spread out wide behind her and her weight rested on her
knees. These were pressing into tiny grains of uncooked rice on
the hard floor. The twisting and writhing in bondage also made
Katie's nipples burn as the clamps on her little nipples dug in,
twisting and keeping the trapped, sensitive flesh from going
numb.

She felt one of the other men rubbing at her hairless little
pussy with what felt like a dirty, rough towel. Her body sought
to push her cuntflesh and clit against even this jagged
stimulation. She'd been used so much that it was reflex to try
and find as much pleasure as she could. Her body was used to
clinging to those scraps of pleasure like a drowning man clinging
to anything that floated.

"Oh, no you don't, little white-trash cunt! No you don't rub your
cunt to get off!" The man behind her said, pulling the towel away
just as Katie was beginning to feel some pleasure.

"Why did you rub her anyway?" The mouth-fucker grunted.

"I was trying to dry off her little bald fuckslot. She's been
dripping wet since we tied her up! If I shoved in with her that
wet I might as well be getting sloppy seconds!" The man behind
her laughed.

"Wait till I start raping her ass. She'll wish she could lube up
there as easily!" A third man said as he stroked his cock,
watching the first two.

Katie saw the semi-hard cock he was slow-stroking and if she
weren't already choking she would have been. It was huge and
pierced with multiple metal things. It reminded her of studded
snow tires and she clenched her ass at the thought of that thing
digging for traction up her ass.

"Oh, FUCK! This is so goddam SWEET!" Tameesha said. "I'm gonna
cum AGAIN!"

Katie could just barely see the older girl, her owner, her
mistress. The girl who had put her here, as a tortured toy for
these men. The light cocoa colored skin of her inner thighs was
spread wide as she played her fingers over her own coral-pink
inner cunt lips. A small puddle of girl cum lay on the seat of
her chair.

"Hurt the little white-trash whore! HURT HER!" Tameesha yelled as
she shook with another orgasm watching the younger girl being
tortured and raped.

***

Katie didn't look forward to moving into the house trailer. She
remembered how at her old school the kids had made fun of kids
who lived in trailer parks. She had at least lived in a
condominium. That made her better than the boys and girls who
were usually wearing clothes that were old, worn-out, too big or
too small on their growing bodies. Even if she didn't have all
the cool clothes she was not at the bottom of the school pecking
order.

That had been before. Before daddy lost his job as a programmer.
It wasn't his fault. The company he worked for and invested all
his savings in went out of business. Just a year before daddy had
looked at fancy sports cars and talked about how much money he
had in stocks. Then he started worrying a lot about money and
soon after he had stopped going to work. He said his company
wasn't there anymore.

They had gotten by for a time. Katie stopped seeing much money,
watching mommy and daddy pay for groceries with credit cards, not
cash or debit cards. She was with mommy once when they were doing
this and how the clerk had told mommy that her card had been
declined. They had left the store without groceries and mommy had
sat behind the wheel of their car crying for a long time before
finally driving home.

It wasn't more than a few days after that when daddy had killed
himself. It had happened while Katie was at school. Just after
lunch mommy came to the class room and took her out of class
after a short, tearful talk with Katie's teacher.

Katie never went back to the condominium where they had lived.
Mommy had taken a room at a motel. She stayed there with her
mommy, not even finishing the rest of the school year.

She watched TV a lot during that time. The motel room only had a
bathroom to go to for privacy. She watched TV to keep from
hearing mommy crying. To not see mommy drinking booze. To not
hear mommy screaming at people on the telephone about insurance
money and debts.

Mommy finally did whatever she had to do though. Katie didn't
understand much, but mommy had to give back the car she had been
leasing and buy a cheap, old car. Mommy said they would get by.

Mommy now had to work at a bar and Katie couldn't visit there.
Mommy had to dress with a lot of skin showing and she looked
tired all the time, coming back to the motel room late at night.
Katie often woke up when mommy came back and pretended to sleep
while hearing her mommy crying and drinking until she passed out.

Katie's twelfth birthday wasn't very special. She had looked
forward to it before all this started going wrong. She still
hoped somehow she could make everything better. The grocery
store-bought cake mommy brought to the motel room had twelve
candles. As she blew the candles out Katie wished that things
would go back to normal, that daddy was alive. She blew out all
the candles but when she was done she and mommy were still in the
motel room and daddy was still dead. The dress mommy had bought
her at the Salvation Army didn't fit right, but Katie didn't
complain. It was the first new piece of clothing she'd had in
months.

When mommy bought the trailer with what she said was insurance
money Katie had tried not to act disappointed. It wasn't even a
new trailer, but a used one. Very used.

It was good, though to finally have a room of her own. A room
where she could go and close the door. A room where she be
farther away from mommy when mommy started drinking and crying.

A place to hide in and cry, silently, when mommy came home drunk
one night with a loud, drunken man.

***

Katie stood at the stop for the school bus with some of the other
kids from the trailer park where she now lived. She tried not to
look around at the other kids, remembering how she had joined in
with the teasing last year. She was now one of the kids who would
be teased about where she lived.

She fought back tears, shifting from foot to foot in the shoes.
They were too tight, but they went with the dress she wore. The
one mommy had given her for her twelfth birthday last month. She
started to sigh, and then stopped herself. Whenever she took a
deep breath the dress drew really, really tight across her chest.
This pushed her just-starting breasts against the thin fabric.
The movement also made her sensitive nipples hard and showed the
world that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not even a camisole. There
wasn't money for such things.

She had asked mommy to get her one, even a used bra would be
something. She knew she didn't have much on top, not like some of
the girls in the trailer park, but she was also nervous about
people looking at her. She had started feeling the eyes of the
older men, some of the teenage boys and she thought maybe some of
the women who lived there on her. She didn't know why she felt
it.

She was just a girl, still. Her butt was still a tight bubble
that packed her shorts and jeans full and maybe a little more
since all her clothes were now older, bought when she was eleven.
Her t-shirts no longer came down to meet the top of her shorts or
jeans, but that was actually sort of cool. Everybody had a bare
middle now. Her legs seemed longer but were still skinny. She was
paler than the other kids. When they lived at the motel she
didn't get outdoors much.

Mommy had insisted she wear the new dress. It would be Katie's
first day at the new school. The trailer park they lived in
wasn't in the same school district as her old school.

Katie tried to tug the hemline of her dress lower. The pink
material tried to stretch but wouldn't go down any more to cover
more of her thighs. Katie shifted again in the too tight shoes.
The short hemline of the dress wouldn't be so bad if she had on
tights or pantyhose under it but mommy said they couldn't afford
them. All of Katie's old tights were too short now. They wouldn't
stretch to cover her from toes to hips. The longest pair she
owned stopped with the waistband just below her butt.

Her bare thighs shivered in the cool morning air as the breeze
curled under her skirt and against the thin cotton panties she
wore. Katie felt her already hard nipples tighten almost till
they hurt.

She thought she heard the heavy diesel engine of a school bus and
looked up to see one of the high school boys staring at her. Or
more exactly, she realized, at the tips of her nipples against
the pink fabric of the dress.

Katie turned away from his burning eyes, a burning in her face
and ears. As hot as her embarrassment made her she still felt the
cold and doubted that she would soon get relief for how hard it
made her nipples.

The engine did prove to be the bus, though and it stopped for the
small knot of kids waiting outside of the trailer park. As the
noise of the bus motor went down the volume of the jeering of the
kids inside the bus went up.

"Trailer-trash, trailer-trash!"

"Better take the tires with you so your home doesn't run away
from you!"

The rest of the jeering became a buzz as the various voices
decided to pick out different victims from the group of trailer
park dwellers to taunt and tease. Fat kids got teased about fat.
Skinny and short kids got teased about their sizes. Through it
all Katie kept her head down and her loose leaf binder in front
of her. She climbed the metal steps of the bus and stood there,
waiting for the traffic to let her through to find a seat.

The backpack on the boy in front of her caught on the binder as
he went to sit in an aisle seat, dragging it from her hands and
thereby revealing what she wanted to keep hidden, the outline of
her hard nipples through the dress.

"Whoa, headlights!" A boy called out.

With his shout every voice stopped and every head turned, and
they all zoomed in for a look at the way her nipples stood out
against the dress.

Katie put one arm over her chest to block the view as she reached
down, trying to grab for the binder on the floor.

She had forgotten about being in a dress, forgot about how you
are supposed to bend your knees, keeping them together, when you
bend down in a dress. All she wanted to do was get her binder and
get a seat. When she felt the hand on her bottom, with just the
panties between her bottom and the hand of a stranger she yelped
and jumped upright again.

The whole bus wasn't just looking at her, they were now laughing
at her.

"Trashy slut, bare little butt!" Some quick wit chirped up. Then
someone else repeated it, followed by three or four more. Then
everyone who wasn't laughing, the very few, were chanting it.

"Trashy slut! Bare little butt!"

Katie put her hands over her face, tears already leaking from her
eyes. She wanted to turn around and get off the bus and never go
to school again in her life!

A slap rang out. When it was repeated and there were still kids
chanting a heavy- sounding male voice bellowed out, "SHUDDUP!"

Silence stuck even faster than the chant had begun. Not even
nervous giggles broke the silence. Katie dared to peek through
her fingers.

At the back of the bus was the biggest high school boy she had
ever seen. He had to weigh more than 350 lbs. and his shoulders
were about a yard across. She knew without having to see that his
was the voice that had bellowed. He wore glasses that were
completely black in front and his skin was not much lighter in
shade.

Because of looking for that voice she almost missed seeing the
smaller figure directly in front of him. This figure looked tiny,
but that was mostly from contrast.

Into the silence that threatened to even draw in the idling bus
engine the smaller figure spoke in a clear, crisp high-pitched
voice.

"Everybody just lay off the girl! C'mon, girl, you can sit by
me."

Katie looked at the speaker, someone who was telling the teasing
kids to stop teasing her, with something just short of total awe.
The person was a young girl, though older than Katie. She had a
coffee with cream sort of complexion. Her black hair was
straightened and pulled back into a high pony tail. Her high
cheek bones set the tone for a face that wouldn't appear out of
place in an ad for a modeling agency. Makeup adorned her face in
a skillfully applied look that was almost invisible, heightening
the natural beauty.

"C'mon, girl, I am not going to ask again. You can sit with me."
The girl said.

Katie started to bend over for her book again when it was
suddenly thrust into her hands by one of the kids who had been
tormenting her just moments ago. None of them met her eyes as she
made her way to the back of the bus.

The hulk in the very back seat had resumed his seat as had the
girl who had scooted over to make room on the seat for the
younger, scared girl. Katie took the offered seat, wiping the
tears from her eyes.

"Thank you." Katie said, looking at the floor. Could such simple
words help to repay someone who would go so far for her?

"Oh, don't you mind about those stupids. They are just teasing
you because you are pretty." The older girl said. "I'm Tameesha.
What's your name, pretty girl?"

Katie was having trouble believing her ears. Tameesha was the
first person, besides her parents, to call her "pretty". Even
that she hadn't heard much from her mommy since daddy went away.
Mommy was either drinking or sick or tired all the time, now.

"I am, I mean, my name is Katie." She said. She felt like should
couldn't do anything right, including talking to this other girl.
She knew she wasn't as pretty as Tameesha was yet here the older
girl kept calling plain Katie 'pretty'. Katie felt a thrill at
being complimented but couldn't really enjoy it. One part of her
mind felt that she wasn't deserving of the praise, but put the
fault on her for not meeting the standard, not on Tameesha.

Tameesha put her hand over Katie's, giving it a squeeze. Katie
felt the touch on her hand tug on her heart. Back when things
were good she was used to being hugged by mommy or daddy all the
time. Since daddy went away she had hardly ever felt the touch of
another person and she hadn't realized that she missed it
terribly.

The bus rolled on toward school as Tameesha's darker hand rested
on Katie's pale skin. Tameesha asked questions of Katie and she
answered them in a semi- daze. She wasn't told much about
Tameesha or about the much, much larger boy in the seat behind
them.

The arrival of the bus at school meant parting from Tameesha as
the older girl went on to higher grade classes.

Katie felt the loss of Tameesha's company with an almost
physical pain.

***

When the school day was over and it was time to get on the bus
Katie's heart rose. Under the watchful eyes of teachers she
hadn't suffered from much teasing, although recess had been bad.
Tameesha, being older, wasn't at the recess sessions Katie had.
Kids, though, being busy with their own fun didn't dwell on
teasing the new kid and since most didn't know where she lived
she didn't get the same level as she'd suffered that morning on
the bus.

As the kids lined up for the bus Katie worried that she would
once more be taunted, but the other kids looked at her, then
away. It seemed as though they wanted to keep up their fun, but
were afraid. She was still wondering about that when she felt a
pair of hands on her shoulders. She turned her head and saw it
was Tameesha.

"Miss me?" Tameesha asked, her teeth shining bright. She slid her
arms down from Katie's shoulders, wrapping them around Katie's
middle and hugging the younger girl.. Katie felt the older girl's
larger breasts pressing against her back and the warmth of the
arms around her. It was a shock to her to feel this, but the
contact again felt good. She tried to remember being hugged. The
last time was the hugs of near-strangers, aunts, uncles, and such
from her father's funeral. Those were sad, duty hugs. This one
was a happy hug, for her, not for family duty.

Tameesha brought the arms wrapped around Katie up. As they slid
up her body Katie felt the older girl's hands brush across the
tips of her just-starting breasts. The contact of the moment sent
a tingle through her as she felt her nipples being rubbed, even
briefly.

Katie didn't know much about sex, but she did know that girls
that got hot for other girls were something dirty. Kids threw
words like 'dyke' or 'lezzie' around without explaining, but you
could know they were bad things. She again felt embarrassed by
the older girl's attentions, but thought that maybe it was
herself, Katie, who was being bad. She was the one with the
tingle when Tameesha was just being very friendly.

"Let's sit together again on the bus home." Tameesha said.

Katie worried that more contact with Tameesha would make her
tingle more, and that might lead her to do something stupid that
would make this wonderful, beautiful girl mad at her. "Are you
sure you want me to sit with you?"

"Yes, pretty Katie, I do!" Tameesha said, teeth flashing bright
in the afternoon sun. "You aren't tired of me, are you, girl?"

"No!" Katie said. The last thing she could be was tired of
Tameesha.

"Then let's go!"

Tameesha took her hands off Katie's body, but took her by the
hand. She kept a grip on the smaller, younger girl as they
mounted the bus steps and went back to the seat they had shared
this morning. The huge older boy wasn't sitting in the very back
seat, though, this time.

After they were settled, Tameesha spoke to Katie, leaning in
close. Katie could smell the perfume the older girl wore. The
scent was subtle, but made her want to smell it again and again.
Made her want to lean in closer to the older girl to smell it.

"You ever tried any of this?" Tameesha said. She held out a hand,
opening to show a tiny white pill laying on the lighter colored
surface of her palm.

Katie had been through all the lectures and such that schools put
on about drugs. She'd always thought that if someone offered her
drugs it would be some dirty old man or maybe the tough kids at
school. This was different, though. This was her savior from this
morning, Tameesha. Tameesha the one who hugged her for no reason
and told her she was pretty.

"Uh, no..." Katie could say that honestly. She'd never taken any
drugs not from a doctor or pharmacy.

"It's really expensive stuff, but I like you. I can share some of
mine with you. Makes you feel really, really good!" Tameesha said
as she put her hand over Katie's and dropped the small tablet
into her hand.

Katie couldn't see how she could refuse to hold the pill, though
she knew it was forbidden fruit. She couldn't tell Tameesha 'No!'
and walk away like she had imagined doing if offered drugs
someday. Tameesha was giving her an expensive gift, sharing
something she had gotten for herself. If she refused it would
make the older girl hate her.

"Go on, swallow it." Tameesha urged.

"I, uh, I need water."

"Naw, it will dissolve if you put it in your mouth. Just pop it
right in. It tastes a little bitter, but not too bad."

Katie had tried to beg off, but now Tameesha expected to see her
put it in her mouth.

She raised the hand to her mouth and caught the tablet off her
damp palm with her tongue. It started to melt right away. Bitter,
yes, but not too bad. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth that
contained the remnants of the pill.

She wasn't sure what to expect. In the films they showed things
happened really fast. One minute someone takes a drug, the next
they are seeing things all blurry or stretched out or both.

"Gonna make you tingle. All over." Tameesha said.

Her new friend was leaning in close. Did she know about the
tingle from when her hands had brushed against Katie's nipples?

"That's what the stuff does. It makes you tingle all over. One
special place particularly, though!" Tameesha giggled, bright
teeth flashing as she put her dark hand on Katie's pale, bare
thigh.

Katie realized she was feeling a tingle in one special place.
That place was between her legs, as the tingle from the nipple
brushing had made it tingle.

"This is what being high is like?" Katie asked. Not having
anything to compare it to she wasn't sure if this was the worst
it would get or not.

"No, this is the way this stuff makes you feel. It's better than
grass or booze This stuff doesn't fuck you up or make you stupid.
This makes you tingle and the tingle gets better and better."

The warmth of Tameesha's hand on her thigh kept Katie occupied.
This was tingling and it was feeling good. Very good. Katie put
her own hand on top of Tameesha's hand and then turned, smiling a
little to her friend.

Even looking at Tameesha made the tingle stronger, she realized.
"Did you take some, too? Are you... tingling?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm tingling! Just wait. It's going to keep going all
night for you!"

The driver took the bus through a turn a little fast and Katie
slid over against Tameesha, her left arm pressed along the
darker, older girl's right arm. She felt the tingle growing. She
could feel something else, too. Her panties were a little damp.

"It's really naughty, isn't it?" Tameesha giggled.

"Yeah!" Katie giggled, too. She was less worried, now, about how
she tingled around Tameesha. If she did it was because of the
drug. Tameesha had given her the drug and it was supposed to make
her tingle.

"When you get alone you can make the tingle better. Just use your
fingers." Tameesha said as the bus started slowing, pulling up to
the trailer park.

"What do you mean?" Katie asked.

"Just touch, and rub, and pinch. You'll know. What is your
telephone number?" Katie said it, not even wondering why Tameesha
wanted it. The tingle was taking over and she felt good.

The bus stopped and there was no time to ask more. No more time
to spend with Tameesha. Katie stood up, making her way down the
aisle of the bus, getting off last from the group of kids who
lived there. Leaving Tameesha there was hard, but Katie knew
there wasn't another way to do things.

After she got down she turned to look at the windows at the back
of the bus. She saw Tameesha at her window, smiling. The older
girl put her hand to her lips, kissing the fingertips, then
waving, sending a kiss through the air to Katie. Katie reached
up, snatching the thrown kiss from the air and putting her own
fingers to her lips.

What would it be like to kiss Tameesha? The tingle burned hot at
the thought. The air drifting lazy under her dress cooled the
wetness on her panties, sending a naughty thrill through her.

***

Katie had a lot of time alone to herself tonight. Mommy would be
working until long past the time for her to go to bed.

She didn't feel hungry yet, so she didn't make herself a peanut
butter sandwich, which was most of what she did eat when mommy
worked. She instead went to her room.

Letting go of Tameesha to get off the bus made her feel a little
down, but the tingle was still with her. Tameesha had said it
would go on all night. She might as well see what touching did to
the tingle.

She started with her own hand on her thigh, where Tameesha's had
rested. Katie sat on the bed, concentrating on remembering
Tameesha. How the older, beautiful girl looked. How she smelled.
The way her eyes lit up when she smiled, bright teeth in the
darker complexion.

Katie realized she'd drawn the hand up her thighs and to the
inside, almost to the crotch of her panties. She lay back on her
bed and spread her legs, feeling her fingertips brush across the
wet spot on her panties. The touch made her moan out loud. She
gasped, sitting up. What if someone heard?

There wasn't anyone to hear her being naughty, nor see it. She
relaxed and touched again. Louder now, she moan and felt the
tingle turn from a spark to a fire there. She knew about touching
there, some. She'd done things with that part of her from time to
time, as she grew up.

This was better, though. Stronger. What would it be like if
Tameesha touched her there?

"Taaaammmeeeeshhhhaaaaaa!"

The moaning of the girl's name made her raise her hips to push
against the gentle probing of the fingers and almost a gushing of
liquid from inside.

Maybe it was wrong to think about Tameesha like that, but
Tameesha had given her the drug. It was okay if Tameesha gave her
the drug, right?

Katie shoved right and wrong out of her mind. She was enjoying
the tingle and didn't want to feel it stop or lessen. She pulled
the wet crotch of her panties aside and touched her bare little
cunny lips with her finger tips.

"OH! God! Tameesha!" Katie moaned as she slid her fingertips up
and down on the wet lips of her cun-cun. She wanted to feel more,
to keep going and going. What if she got this wet stuff on her
pink dress? It was dry clean only and mommy couldn't afford dry
cleaning very often. Katie stood up and reached for the buttons
at the front of the dress, stopping just short as she realized
the stuff was dripping from her fingers.

How to clean it off? She thought about racing to the bathroom or
kitchen to wash her hands but the tingle was impatient, demanding
more of her touching NOW. What if she just licked it off?

Licked off what had come out of her cunny? The tingle flared at
the thought. It liked things that were dirty.

She tried just a taste, a quick lick at a wet finger tip. Not too
bad, sort of sweet. Then she was licking and sucking the wet from
her fingertips. She almost dipped her fingers back between her
legs before remembering she wanted to take the dress off. She
quickly unbuttoned it and laid it across the back of the only
chair in her room. She pulled off her tight-fitting shoes and
then shoved the wet panties down her thighs.

She was naked and it was full daylight outside. That felt
naughty, too. So did lying naked on the bed, with her legs
spread. Her fingers went down, sliding across the lips of her
cun-cun.

She moaned Tameesha's name over and over, imagining it was the
darker skinned girl who was touching her there. Did Tameesha want
to see her naked? She had said Katie was pretty. What was wrong
with that?

What did Tameesha look like naked? Katie started to imagine. Her
beautiful face was easy. Her breasts were larger than Katies.
Would they have bright pink little nipples? No, her skin was
darker, they would be a dark brown. Her tummy would be flat and
smooth. Innie or outie? Definietly an innie. Her bottom was
bigger than Katies, she could tell that from the tight jeans
Tameesha had worn. Round and firm and high and oh, so beautiful.
And between her legs, would Tameesha have hair? Mommy had hair
there, Katie didn't, yet. Maybe somewhere between the two...

Katie came, screaming Tameesha's name in a shrill, high-pitched
squeal of pleasure. She hadn't known this could happen and the
event shook her all over. Literally, after she stopped tensing
all over. Her small body shook on the bed, throbbing in ever
corner from the force of the orgasm.

She sank back on the bed, confused but enjoying the feelings. She
had heard the word "cum" and knew it was dirty but people were
supposed to want it. If this is what people felt then she knew
why people wanted it!

The phone was ringing. It had run twice before she realized it
had rung at all. She dashed out of her room, naked except for her
socks and picked up the phone on the fourth ring.

"Hi, Katie. It's Tameesha. You liking the tingle?"

Katie blushed, thankful that Tameesha couldn't see it, then
realized she was totally naked and was even more glad Tameesha
couldn't see her. Then the tingle started as she realized she
really did like the idea of Tameesha seeing her naked. "Something
wrong?" Tameesha said as the awkward pause grew.

"No, oh, yeah, I love the tingling!" Katie felt like she gave
everything away saying it like she did.

"Oh? Maybe you did more than just tingle?" Tameesha had a teasing
sound to her voice, but Katie knew it wasn't teasing her in a
cruel way. It was fun teasing, like calling a tall person shorty.

She giggled harder in answer.

"The touching makes it hotter, doesn't it, Katie-baby?"

"Yes!" Katie said, remembering how just moments ago she was
shaking all over from the explosion in her body.

"You should try doing naughty things while touching. It makes
everything tingle that much hotter!"

"Like what?" Katie didn't know if she could survive it if things
got hotter, but was curious.

"Like calling a pretty girl on the phone. Standing naked in the
living room, touching while you... tell her....about it. OH!"

Katie almost dropped the phone in shock. She was hearing Tameesha
moaning but if she thought she understood then Tameesha was
thinking about HER when she touched.

Her cunny, so sensitive from exploding just seconds ago was
already throbbing, getting freshly wet imagining Tameesha
standing naked in her living room like Katie was and touching
herself the way Katie did when she had her cum.

"Did I gross you out?" Tameesha said. She was breathing fast, but
still sounded worried.

"No. No you didn't."

"Did you do anything..." again, Tameesha moaned, "naughty?"

"Yes."

"Tell me! Tell me quick!"

"I tasted. Tasted what came out of me. Down there."

Katie heard the other girl stop breathing, then a loud, wordless
cry. Different from, but so very much like the one Katie had done
just a little bit ago. And hearing it made her want to do it
again.

"I been tasting mine for years. I like the flavor, don't you?"
Tameesha said, gulping for air, her teeth chattering a little.

"Yeah."

"Touch yourself. Let me hear you." Tameesha said.

Katie didn't hesitate. The tingle was making her want to do that
and the tingle only kept getting stronger as she listened to
Tameesha.

She once more slid her fingers across her slit, letting out a
soft moan, repressed some because she was afraid.

"More. I like hearing the noise. I let you hear me. C'mon. I'm
going to touch again. I want to hear you touching."

Katie touched more, spreading her legs and standing with one hand
on the phone, the other pressing between her legs. She didn't
hold back now when she moaned, her breathing speeding up. She
could hear more moaning from Tameesha's side of the phone call.
This made Katie's tingle burn, imagining Tameesha's naked body,
hearing her for real, and knowing Tameesha could hear her, too.

"- I said stop! Now!" Tameesha was saying. It had taken Katie a
few seconds to realize she was being told to stop.

"But I almost..."

"Yes, but stop with me. Feel it? Feel the tingle burning real
hot? Feel how much you want to keep going?"

"Yes!" Katie felt it and wanted so very much to keep going.

"Wait with me. Just feel it, like this. It's delicious to wait
like this. To be stopped right before and made to wait.

"But I want to keep going!" Katie was almost in tears with the
need to keep going, to feel that explosion. I would be so big
because she could hear Tameesha. The need to do it and fighting
not to made tears in Katie's eyes.

"Please, Katie. Do it my way. You want to make me happy, right?"

Katie nodded, forgetting that Tameesha couldn't see her for a
second. "Yes."

"Good girl. You are my good girl. Now I want you to do some other
things with me. I promise it will make it all worthwhile. 'kay?"

"Okay." Katie felt the edge slipping away. She wanted so badly to
reach out for it again.

"Okay, you can touch, but only your nipples until I tell you.
Okay?"

"Yes." Katie agreed, raising the wet fingers that had been on her
slit to her nipples. They were hard. Not the same way as this
morning, from the cold, but hard and sensitive. She began playing
with them, rubbing, then rolling them a little in her fingertips.
She gasped and a small moan came from her lips.

"I wish I could watch you do this. Would you let me watch you
sometime? I can give you another pill to make the tingle come on.
Would you?"

Tameesha wanted to watch her touch herself? Katie moaned,
thinking of the darker girl, bright eyes and brighter smile on
her as she did this.

"I guess that's a 'yes'!" Tameesha giggled. "You pinch your
nipples yet?"

"No, should I?"

"Do it. For me."

Katie did, pinching down on her right nipple as Tameesha
listened. There was pain after she pressed hard enough but even
the pain made her tingle. The pain made her tingle hotter than
just gentle playing had done to her nipples. Her moan was
different this time, mixed with a whimper of pain.

"Good girl. You like that, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Pinch harder. Do it till it really hurts!"

Katie did as the older girl commanded. She was throbbing,
overflowing with the tingle. She pinched down as hard as she
could. The pain sent a yelp of pain out of her mouth, across the
phone lines to her older friend. There was something else,
though. Just before she let up from the pinch she realized that
she could go over the edge if she did it again.

"Stop, Katie! You sound like you are going to cum from it."

"I can, please? Let me do it, now. I'll do it by hurting my
nipples instead of rubbing my cunny, please?"

"Your what? Oh, your cunt. Cunny is a little girl word, Katie.
You are too grown up. Call it a cunt, or a pussy, or a twat."

"Please? Can I? Please? I nearly got there!"

"No. Keep saving it. You are making me very wet, Katie. I got wet
dripping down my thighs listening to you."

Katie shook, weak in the knees this close to cumming and wanting
to do it so bad. "Please! I know I can get hot again after. Just
let me do it! I'll be good!"

"Katie, you got all night to cum if you want. My mom and dad will
be home soon so I want to make this last until it's almost too
late. Doing things when you could get caught makes it better,
too. You got curtains in your trailer?"

"Yes."

"They open or closed right now?"

"Closed." Mommy kept them closed so when she got up sick after
drinking the light wasn't so bright.

"Open a curtain. A big one."

"But I'm naked! Someone might see!"

"Yeah. I'm on a cordless phone. I am going to stand in front of
the biggest window in the house and rub. I want you doing that,
too." Tameesha said. Katie could hear the other girl's voice
change as she moved around the room, the echoes from the room
shifting.

Katie couldn't stop doing what Tameesha asked now. She went to
the largest curtained window and put her hand on the cord. She
started pulling, light shining through the glass and into the
room. She watched the window, afraid she'd see people standing
right there.

She could see the trailer next door, but no one was outside
walking around. She breathed easier as she finished opening the
curtain.

"You in front of the window yet?"

"I am now."

"Okay, rub with me. Tell me what you are rubbing."

"Rubbing my cunny...cunt!" Katie was quick to change the word for
Tameesha. Using that word, speaking it to someone, it made doing
it even dirtier, hotter than before! She wouldn't be long before
she would explode again.

"Good girl. My good, pretty girl. Rubbing her cunt for me!"
Tameesha said, her voice husky as she breathed faster. "My cunt
is so fucking wet. Anyone could see me playing with it right now.
Anyone!"

Katie nodded and moaned, again forgetting that Tameesha couldn't
see her, but for now she didn't care. She was rolling toward the
edge as her fingers once more slid through her cunt lips.

"STOP!" Tameesha yelled into the phone. Katie froze, but tears
sprang to her eyes.

"Please, I gotta do it. I gotta!"

"Listen to me, we are almost there. Almost ready to finish. It's
going to be big. The biggest for me because I won't be able to
play anymore after mom and dad get home. Do this my way, please,
Katie, I know I am making you wait, but I'm waiting too and it's
so hot listening to you!"

"Okay, okay, but please let's do whatever it is soon so I can
explode!"

"That's my pretty girl. My very pretty, sexy lover girl!"
Tameesha said. "What I want to do is pretend we got caught doing
this in front of the window. Someone caught us and is going to
punish us for playing with our cunts. Do you know how they are
going to punish us?"

"No... pinch our nipples?"

"No, worse. They are going to spank us. On the cunt. I heard you
hurting your nipples. You are going to love this!"

Katie doubted it, but would do anything for Tameesha right now.
She'd do anything for anyone who would let her cum, right now.

"Okay, spread your legs wide as you can. Now, rub your clit, get
real close."

"Clit?"

"The button, at the top of your cunt slit."

Katie felt and found the hard little button. It had to be the
right one. Touching it just about made her cum just then.

"Got it?"

"YES!"

"Good girl. Hot sweet-cunted, sexy girl. Bad girl, playing with
her cunt. Now, we are just about to cum and there is a big man,
he is very angry with us for playing with our cunts where people
can see. He has big hands. Our legs are open and he slaps at our
cunts. Hitting our wet cunts hard. Slap your cunt with your hand,
Katie. Slap it hard!"

Katie took her fingers from her clit, her hand was shaking from
the need to cum as she held it a little away from her cunt and
slapped. The slap was short and not very painful.

"Harder!" Tameesha said, then yelped. Katie heard a slap on
Tameesha's side of the phone call. "He's hitting us harder!"

Katie swung harder, much, much harder. The sting burned at her
wet cunt lips. The pain, like the pain in her nipples, burned
straight down into her. She shook, knees weak. She knew the very
next slap would put her over the edge.

Tameesha was already crying out, wordless, enjoying a hard cum
again. Katie didn't hesitate to slap again, to join her friend in
cumming hard.

She swung her hand, only it wasn't her hand. It was a man's hand.
A man who was mad at her, punishing her. Tameesha was watching as
the man swung his big hand hitting Katie on her bare, hairless
little wet cunt...

Katie screamed cumming harder. She lost her balance, falling to
her knees on the floor and then forward so that her head was on
the floor. She screamed again and then started sobbing. Tears ran
down her cheeks as her body shook, blasted into a billion pieces
by the force of the orgasm that had taken her.

"-breathe, Katie. C'mon. Be a good girl."

Tameesha was still on the phone, trying to talk to her. Katie
took in a deep lungful of air, then another. She was trembling,
still, but not shaking so hard.

"You cummed so hard, baby. I wish I could have seen it." Tameesha
purred.

Katie wasn't able to make words, yet. She just moaned in reply.

"I want to stay and talk to you, but mom and dad will be here any
second and I'm so wet I smell like a whore after payday."
Tameesha laughed.

Hearing that made Katie realize she smelled pretty strong, too.

"I have to go, but I'll bring you another pill tomorrow. Wear a
skirt. Okay?"

"Okay." Katie barely got that out before the phone clicked dead.

She lay on the floor for several more minutes before she could
get up, shaking and weak.

***

After some rest, lying on the floor naked, Katie felt well enough
to stand up again. She took a deep breath and realized what
Tameesha had meant about the smell. She took a shower, and then
wrapped herself in a bathrobe before going to the kitchen for a
peanut butter sandwich.

She was exhausted by the emotional and physical workout and
relaxed by the shower. Even though, as promised, the drug left
her tingling she fell into bed and asleep. As she drifted,
between waking and sleeping she lowered a hand between her legs,
her fingers rubbing lightly at her wet, bald cunt.

Over the next several hours she moved around in her sleep, dreams
of Tameesha in her head, at times on the verge of cumming again,
at other times just dreaming and dreaming she was touching her
slit. At one point she dreamed she was moaning to the point of
screaming and her eyes snapped open.

Her fingers were dripping wet as was the spot in the bed under
her hips, but that wasn't what woke her, she realized. It wasn't
even her moaning. That had been muffled in the pillow. It was a
lower, more adult moaning.

Katie slipped out of bed and moved silently to the thin door that
separated her room from the living room of the trailer. She could
hear a man's voice now as well as her mother's. The voices were
low when they spoke, too low for their words to travel through
the door, but when her mother moaned again Katie knew what that
sound meant.

She twisted the knob and pulled the door open a tiny fraction of
an inch at a time until she could see into the living room. From
where she stood she could see her mother kneeling on the floor of
the living room. A strange man stood over her mother. Both adults
were naked.

Katie was wide-eyed in shock, seeing her mother like this. She
froze, watching her mother with this stranger.

"Rub that cunt of yours for me, little cock-sucking whore!" The
man said. His penis stood out hard, angled up toward his belly
which was rounded with a beer gut and hairy, as was he, all over.
Katie knew it was a penis, but hadn't seen one hard before and it
looked big, red and angry, with the head more purple than red. In
the low light of the single lamp lit in the living room it
glistened.

Katie's mother, Diane, was stroking the shaft of the man's erect
penis with one hand and the other was obviously busy between her
own legs as she moaned again, loud and low.

"I need to be fucked! You want to fuck me, don't you? Please? I
can suck you after, just please fuck me! It's been so long!"
Katie heard her mommy telling the stranger. Her mommy's voice was
husky and the words slurred from drinking.

"You want to be fucked, whore? You want my big cock up your
nasty, little, slut cunt?"

"Yes! I need to be fucked so bad! I need to feel it in my wet
fuckhole!"

"Turn around, you horny slut! Turn around and stick it up for
me!"

Katie watched as her mother turned on her knees, putting her bare
butt up in the air, facing the man. Katie was torn between
shutting the door and hiding under the covers and watching this
horror as her mother begged a stranger for sex.

The stranger bent over, swinging a hairy arm as he slapped
Diane's upturned ass cheeks. "Filthy little whore!"

"Yes! Punish me! Spank me!" Katie heard her mommy say. She could
hear the tears in mommy's voice from the pain of the man's
spanking and the loud flesh-on- flesh sound.

Fear rooted Katie to the spot. Fear that her mother would be hurt
by this man and fear that she wouldn't be able to stop him if he
did do something to hurt her.

A wetter sounded slap occurred as the man swung his hand down.
Katie saw mommy's body jerk more as her mother yelped in more
pain.

"Please don't spank my cunt! Please! I'll be a good girl! I'll
let you fuck me!" Even though mommy's words said she didn't want
to be spanked there she stuck her hips up to the man even more
and didn't move her hands back to protect her body from more
spanking. If anything, the grinding motion mommy's hips made
looked as if she were trying to wiggle the pain in deeper.

The man slapped at mommy's cunt again, then again. Diane let out
a gasp for the first, then a choked scream, her body shaking.

"Did you just cum from being pussy spanked, you wet bitch?" The
man said, kneeling behind Katie's mother. Katie could see this
brought his cock in line with mommy's cunt.

"Yes! I'm a filthy whore!"

"Yes, you are! I'm going to hurt your cunt with my cock, now, you
filthy whore!" The man said, moving his hips closer to her
mommy's body. As his cock disappeared from view, entering her
mother, Katie heard her mommy's sobbing moan of pleasure.

"So long! Needed hard fuck...so long!" Diane shouted. She pushed
her hips back to the stranger.

"Your dirty slut cunt is so wet, so hot! Nice and tight! Bet you
love my big cock!" "YES! Hurt me with it! Hurt my dirty, filthy,
nasty, wet, whore cunt! GOD!" Diane shouted the last, her body
shaking as the man began pounding her body, grunting. Katie heard
the flesh-on-flesh sound of his hips slapping against her mommy's
butt and a wetter, squishy-sucking sound.

Mommy started moaning again as the man pounded against her
faster. Diane's hips pumping back on the man as he drove forward.
He growled, low, then louder, then louder.

"TAKE MY LOAD YOU TRAILER TRASH WHORE!"

Mommy screamed as the man ground against her, screamed and shook,
grinding back against him. The pair held like that for a moment
that seemed to last a long time, then Katie saw her mommy slump
to the floor, breathing hard and fast.

The man's cock was dripping with wetness. Some of it looked like
the wet Katie knew came from a cunt but more of it looked
thicker, sort of white. She wondered if that had come out of him.

"Get out!" Diane said to the stranger.

"What? I'm going to make you suck me clean, slut!" The man said,
crawling toward mommy's head as she lay on the floor.

"I'm NOT trailer trash! You stick that little cock in my mouth
and I'll bite it off! Now get the fuck out and don't come back!"
Diane said, rising up. Her eyes were blazing hot, teeth bared.

The man looked like he might try to force Katie's mother into
doing what he wanted, but then seemed to change his mind. He back
away, then stood up, picking up his pants and shoes from the
floor.

"Okay, slut, but you think you are gonna get better than me you
are dead wrong!"

"I HAD better than you, and bigger than you! He's the one who is
dead! He is the one who left us with nothing! I drove a fucking
LEXUS! We were going to take a month and go to Europe! But
then..." Katie saw her mother put her hands up, sobbing into her
hands. "Get out, just get the hell out of my life!"

The man pulled on his pants and shoes, picked up his shirt and
then left the trailer, slamming the door on the way out.

Katie wanted to go to mommy, to hold her, but was afraid to.
Mommy sat there on the floor of the living room, sobbing. Katie
closed the door of her bedroom as silently as she had opened it,
and then got back in the bed.

She put her face into her pillow and started sobbing herself, not
stopping until she was asleep again.