THE HUMILIATION OF KATIE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

Part 2

The alarm woke Katie a few hours after she had watched her mother
have sex with a stranger. She got out of bed and went to the
door, opening it quietly to peek out before opening it more.
Sometime after she had gone back to bed her mother hand gotten
off the living room floor and gone to her own room.

Katie went to the bathroom and washed her face, brushed her teeth
and hair before going to her room to dress. It was only after
starting to dress that she remembered that Tameesha had asked her
to wear a skirt to school today.

Tameesha. Thoughts of the dark-skinned older girl made her
remember the drug she'd shared with Katie and the way it had made
her feel. In a way she was already tingling. Maybe it was just
some left-over effect from the pill she had taken yesterday.

Katie had a limited wardrobe. Mommy hadn't been able to buy her
many clothes since daddy went away and so she was still wearing
clothes that had been bought last year. Her body had grown some
and some of the clothing now was too tight or too short to fit.
Katie pulled on a pair of light blue, cotton panties feeling them
stretch very tight across her bottom and more than snug against
her cunny... cunt. Or pussy or twat. Tameesha had told her to
stop using little girl words for it. She would do that.

Katie ran a finger across the lips of her cunt through the tight
cotton; shivering as the sensation made the little tingle she
felt burn hotter. Her nipples hardened and tempted her fingers up
for some touching. Katie faced her reflection in a mirror on the
small vanity/desk in her room. Her small swellings topped with
the hard, pink nipples tingled. She imagined Tameesha seeing her.

Tameesha made her pinch her nipples yesterday over the phone. Now
Katie squeezed both nipples hard with her fingers. There was
pain, but the pain made the small tingle flare hot. There was
moistness between her legs that threatened to make her panties
wet. Katie moaned quietly, gasping as she twisted her trapped
nipples, feeling the pain make her button swell. She wished she
had a third hand so she could pinch both nipples and still reach
down to rub her slit or the button... clit as Tameesha called it.

She caught sight of the time and let go of her hard nipples. She
would have to hurry or be late to the bus stop. While missing
school didn't seem important, not seeing Tameesha would be a real
crime. She pulled on a white blouse, buttoning it over her
swelling chest, again wishing that she had a bra to hide the tips
of her hard nipples. She then got her denim skirt and pulled it
down over her head, settling it down to her hips. The elastic of
the skirt's waist was very tight around her hips now. The skirt
was also pretty short now that she was taller than when she first
wore it. When she sat down she knew she would need to keep her
legs together to keep from giving everyone a view of her panties.
She pulled on her sock and shoes and then picked up her books.

Standing in the living room, her hand on the door knob to leave
Katie looked at the spot on the floor where her mother had knelt.
Sucking a stranger's cock. Begging a stranger to fuck her.
Cumming from being spanked on her cunt. Then cumming as the man
fucked her, calling her names. Katie sighed and then realized
there was a smell lingering in the room. A smell of sweat. A
smell of wet cunt. She shivered and quickly retreated from the
scene of her mommy's crime against the memory of her daddy.

The morning air was, if anything, colder than it had been the day
before. Katie almost went back into the trailer for her sweater,
but the sweater she had didn't fit. The sleeves were too short
and it wouldn't button across her chest. She would just have to
deal with the cold. She held the books high in front of her chest
to hide the hard tips of her nipples as they ached with hardness
in the cold.

When she got to the knot of kids waiting for the bus at the front
of the trailer park she found they were all furtively looking at
her, but then turning their eyes away if she saw them looking.
They looked like they wanted to say something, but wouldn't.

Did someone see her yesterday, standing naked in the living room?
Did they want to tease her like the kids on the bus had yesterday
but were stopped by what Tameesha had done yesterday? Did they
know mommy had been a whore for a stranger last night?

Katie felt her ears burning hot with embarrassment. She couldn't
be sure why the kids wouldn't talk to her, but the fact they
weren't was evidence of something she had to feel dirty for. It
was frustrating not knowing which one, though.

The bus arrived, raising her heart and the tingle as she realized
Tameesha would be on it. She climbed the bus steps eagerly,
looking toward the back for the familiar bright eyes and dark
complexion. There, in the same seat as yesterday. Tameesha was
sitting there and flashing a bright smile at Katie. The older
girl stood up, waving for Katie to come and sit beside her.

The huge, darker hulk of a boy was once more in the seat directly
behind Tameesha's. His silent presence meant that no one spoke to
or about Katie as she made her way. The silence wasn't as total
as yesterday. Today it was a bubble of hush that moved back
through the bus as Katie made her way down the aisle.

When she got to the seat Tameesha stepped out into the aisle.
"Sit on the window side, okay?"

Katie slipped past her friend and into the seat, smiling at
Tameesha. She watched as the older girl slid a windbreaker from
her shoulders, revealing her upper body clad in a tight knit
sweater with a low V-neck. Below the top Tameesha had on a plaid,
pleated skirt. It was a modest one, going down almost to the
knees, but revealed very shapely calves.

Tameesha swept the windbreaker across Katie's lap. The
windbreaker both covered and warmed Katie's cold legs. Feeling
the warmth, Tameesha's warmth, against her skin reminded Katie of
her tingling.

Tameesha bounced down on the seat beside Katie, putting an arm
around her shoulders and laying her head on Katie's shoulder.
"You are so cold! Don't you have a jacket or sweater, baby?"

Katie heard the intimate way Tameesha referred to her. Not
calling her 'baby' in a taunting way, but as an endearment. The
tingle flared brighter. She hated having to tell the truth, but
couldn't make believe she wasn't cold. She had been almost ready
to start shivering. "The ones I have don't fit anymore."

"Why won't your mom buy you some new ones?"

Katie hung her head. Again, the truth was painful, but obvious.
"She says money is really tight right now. She says she can just
barely buy groceries and pay the bills. She works as much as she
can, but they don't pay her much."

Tameesha moved her lips to Katie's cheek, startling the younger
girl. "It's okay. I got lots of clothes I don't wear any more.
Some of them will fit you. Come home with me today and try some
on."

"How will I get home?" Katie said. She hated having to call the
trailer park home, but it was all she had left.

"My mom will drop you off after she gets home. Please? We can
have some more fun waiting for them to get home, too! Better than
yesterday!" Tameesha burst into a giggle at the naughty secret
she and Katie shared over the phone call they had been on the day
before, with both girls cumming for each other.

"Okay." Katie giggled, too. She didn't know what to expect from
the afternoon but she would do anything Tameesha wanted her to.
Tameesha treated her so nice.

"Good! Hey, take another pill. It will keep you tingling all
day!"

"At school?" Katie found it hard to consider.

"Yeah! It will make you so hot and you'll not be able to touch
unless you go to the bathroom. Promise me you won't touch until I
let you, okay? Please, Katie?"

Katie didn't catch how Tameesha had moved past her taking another
of the tingle pills to promising not to touch. It just seemed to
pass right by. "Okay. I promise. No touching."

Tameesha reached into her purse, pulling out a small, ornate pill
box and took out two pills, putting one on her own tongue then
reaching up, her dark fingers, lighter on the palm side, to
Katie's lips. Katie opened her mouth and felt the older girl's
warm fingers place the pill on her tongue. Tameesha didn't
immediately pull the fingers back as the pill began to dissolve.

Instead, the older girl put her lips next to Katie's ear. "I
slept with those fingers inside me. Does it still taste good?"

Katie gasped, realizing that she could taste just a hint of the
sweetness, and smell from the fingers a musky aroma somewhat like
her own, and her mommy's. Her eyes widened, lips wrapping around
the fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them, feeling the pill
slither down her throat. The pulse of her tingling beat like a
bass drum, booming away in her. She felt the wetness of her
panties and knew her inner thighs were damp, now, too.

Tameesha pulled her fingers from Katie's mouth with a slow,
sensual pull. Her dark brown eyes burned into Katie's. "My
pretty, pretty, sexy Katie."

Katie shivered as the tingle blazed. She regretted her promise to
not touch. She was sure she'd cum if she could just touch right
now.

The bus slid to a stop at the school grounds and everyone began
getting up to file off the bus.

"Remember your promise, sexy Katie. No touching." Tameesha
reminded her, as if reading her mind.

Katie nodded, afraid to speak, afraid she would instead moan.

Tameesha took back her jacket and left the bus ahead of Katie. As
Katie finally left the bus a gust of cool air whipped around her
legs and she realized her panties, and inner thighs, were already
soaking wet. It was going to be a long, long day.

***

Even if Katie had wanted to forget all sexual thoughts while in
class she had taken the next tingle pill that morning, from
Tameesha's own cunt-flavored fingers. The thought of where those
fingers had been all night made Katie squirm. Squirming reminded
her that her panties were wet. Wet panties reminded her that she
had promised no touching. Trying not to think about touching made
her think of Tameesha. That started the spiral all over. It was
Hell and Katie loved hating every second of it.

She tried to take her mind off how much she tingled by thinking
of home, but now that meant thinking about what mommy had done
last night. Now, though, because of the tingle pill she got wet
thinking about some man sticking his cock into her cunt, only not
so big a cock. She wasn't a big girl, or maybe a big cock would
feel good.

For a few seconds she remembered her worries of yesterday, of
being thought of as a lezzy or dyke. But she wasn't just
interested in girls, was she? She thought about boys, too. If
Leonardo di Capprio wanted to stick his thing in her...

Better think about something else. She was definitely interested
in only one girl, Tameesha. Well, if the tall, blonde girl in her
class, Amy Jordan wanted to touch her, well...

Oh, GOD! Let this day get over with! Katie thought. It wasn't
even lunch time yet and her cunt was dripping! How much longer
would she have to last? Would she go crazy and start playing with
her cunt right here in class? All the students would turn and
look at her. They would call her dirty names and the teacher
would come back to her desk and start spanking her on her pussy…

STOP THINKING ABOUT SEXY STUFF! Katie screamed inside her head at
herself, but it didn't do any good.

The bell rang for lunch and Katie went along the hall toward the
lunch room. She saw a familiar pair of bright eyes peeking around
the doorway to a girl's bathroom. Tameesha!

Katie hurried into the bathroom where Tameesha waited.

"Oh, baby girl I'm so happy I caught you before you went to
lunch. I told the teacher I had to go to the restroom. I don't
have my lunch period until yours is over and I just had to see
you!"

Katie felt her heart thumping, racing; she didn't care what
Tameesha had to do to see her, she was just so happy to get a few
seconds away.

"We don't have much time. I wanted to see you, though. See if you
were keeping your promise."

"I am. I haven't touched."

"I haven't either. Let me see you, though. Pull up your skirt.
Let me see how wet your panties are!"

That took Katie by surprise, but she didn't let surprise stop her
from obeying Tameesha. Her fingers were already raising the short
hem of her skirt. Soon she had it up far enough to reveal the
dark blue stain of wetness all over the crotch of her tight,
light blue panties. The material, already tight, now clung to
every curve of her cunt, showing the shape of the pussy lips.
They looked more full than usual, probably from being so full of
tingling.

"Oh, you got a pretty, sexy pussy! You got hair on yours yet?"

Katie shook her head. Showing herself to Tameesha like this left
her too aroused to form words. She was doing all she could to
keep her weak knees from giving out under her.

"I shave mine. I don't have a lot, but I like how it looks
shaved. More naughty!"

"Ca... can I s... see yours?" Katie managed to squeeze out.

"Does sexy baby want to see my very naughty, wet, dripping,
aching, cunt?" Tameesha said as she moved closer and closer.
Being slightly taller than Katie she was now leaning over the
younger girl, putting a hand on each of her shoulders. Her final
word breathed out in a husky whisper so close that Katie felt the
breath stir her eyelashes. Tameesha's breasts, larger than
Katie's, were touching the smaller girl high on her chest.

Katie was sure she could feel Tameesha's hard nipples poking
through both bra and blouse to rub against her chest. The dark,
shining eyes so close and those lips, looking so soft. Katie
wanted to get up on tip toe and kiss those soft, full lips so
much right now.

"If you want to see my pussy then get on your knees. Get on your
knees and beg to see it, pretty cunt!"

Katie didn't really catch on to the change in character that
Tameesha put into the pet name she used. It all sort of blended
into the same thing, anyway, didn't it? And said so close, so
intimately by her most intimate friend it still seemed so much
like an endearment. Even if Katie wanted to kiss Tameesha, if the
older girl wanted her to kneel and beg she would do it.

Katie slid down, her bare knees on the hard tile floor of the
girl's bathroom, looking up at Tameesha. The dark skinned girl
looked so beautiful, so commanding. Why shouldn't she beg?

Katie let go of the skirt hem and put her hands together in front
of herself in a pose she copied from bad school plays. "Please,
Tameesha, please let me see your beautiful pussy!"

Tameesha smiled that bright, beautiful smile. A smile that would
make a person do just about anything. Her dark hands gripped her
skirt, sliding it up and up. The flesh of her thighs so close to
Katie's face. The skin so soft. Inch by inch the well- toned
thighs were revealed. Katie held her breath as the last couple of
inches of thigh were revealed. In just a heartbeat or two she
would see Tameesha's panties. The hem of the skirt continued to
rise, but instead of cloth covering the forbidden heaven of
Tameesha's cunt Katie was treated to the sight of the girl's
bare, shaved, very, very wet pussy.

Katie gasped, almost face to cunt with Tameesha, shivering. Her
own cunt screamed at her to touch it, but she was transfixed by
the beauty of the folds, the glistening pink inner lips that
peeked out from between the dark complexion of the outer lips. A
sight of great mystery and beauty that seemed to grow closer,
closer as Katie stared.

It wasn't just seeming to grow closer. Tameesha pushed her hips
forward, brushing her nether lips against Katie's lips and nose.
Only the physical contact broke the spell that held Katie
transfixed to the spot on the bathroom floor, on her knees. She
rocked back, licking her lips and tasted...

Heaven.

As shocking as the revelation of her panty-less pussy had been
the curtain drop of her skirt dropping was a slap in the face for
the younger girl who was realizing she had just tasted Tameesha's
pussy on her own lips.

"I can't stay any more. I have to get back to class. Remember,
pretty cunt, no touching!" Tameesha said as she left the
bathroom, not even waiting for Katie to stand up.

Katie staggered to her feet. She shook with the need to rub her
pussy. It would be so easy. She was here in the girl's bathroom.
She could go into a stall and rub and rub and rub...

A tear rolled down one cheek and then a second made a track down
the other. Tameesha didn't want her touching and she wouldn't.
She grabbed a towel from the wall mounted dispenser and wiped at
her cheeks, forcing her feet one in front of the other to the
door, then to move her hands to swing it open and then on shaking
legs out into the hall.

Tameesha stood, leaning against the wall, just outside the
bathroom.

"You passed the test, pretty Katie. You didn't start touching.
You are my very, very good girl!" She said to Katie, flashing her
smile again. I'll reward you this afternoon. You'll see. It will
be so hot!" Then she turned and walked away.

Katie was happy she had pleased Tameesha, even if she hadn't
known it was a test. If she had failed the test would Tameesha
stop being nice to her? Sharing the pills that made her crazy
with tingling? Katie was happy she didn't have to find out. Her
heart was lighter, knowing she had pleased the older girl. Even
if her cunt called out for touching, her heart sang with pleasure
at having met Tameesha's challenge so well.

***

Katie didn't eat lunch, even though it was really the only meal
she got with vegetables. She used to love eating vegetables, but
now a different hunger kept her from eating. A different ache
from an empty tummy held her in sway. She sat on a bench in the
playground until the bell rang telling her class to return to the
classrooms.

She had tasted a bit of heaven. She had tasted the wetness of
another girl and now she was floating with desire for Tameesha.
If she had been distracted during the morning session then she
was absent in every way except physical during the afternoon
session. Not one bit of the teacher's lesson got through to
Katie. There were only a few things that Katie could hold in her
mind. Tameesha's voice, eyes, smile, body, her beautiful,
wonderful pussy and the taste of her wetness.

The school day finally dragged to a close and Katie rose, making
her way to the bus. The wonderful bus that Tameesha rode. She
didn't even try to hide the hard nipples pushing out the front of
her blouse. Her thighs were coated in wetness but she didn't
care. She was finally going to be with Tameesha again.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard you will never escape me!"
Tameesha's longed for voice said from behind her. Again the arms
around her body only this time Katie was sure that it wasn't
accidental when Tameesha brushed against the hard nipples.

Katie leaned aback against her older friend, feeling the larger
breasts push into her back and yes, there were two hard points
that she could feel. It wasn't an illusion that Tameesha's
nipples were hard, they just weren't as visible through the bra
and knit top as Katie's.

"Nothing to say to me, Katie kitten?"

Katie had a billion things to say but none of them could come
out. She finally made a sound, though. "Meow!"

Tameesha hugged her harder and giggled into Katie's ear.

The older girl kept her close as they stepped up into the bus and
down to the same, usual seat. Again the back seat was vacant but
Katie barely noticed. She didn't notice the absence of chatter
near them as they moved to the back or the furtive glances other
kids cast toward them. The only thing that mattered was Tameesha
and Tameesha was there.

After they had taken the usual seat, Katie once more on the
inside, Tameesha surprised her with another of the tingle pills,
pressing it to Katie's lips.

Katie looked to Tameesha's eyes before accepting another of the
pills. She didn't know how much more excitement her body could
stand. Wouldn't another pill so soon be an overdose?

"You are hot now, but I'm going to make you my love slave! You
are going to love everything I do to you, everything!" Tameesha
said, seeing the questioning look in Katie's eyes. The fingers
Katie had sucked this morning once more pushed the
quick-dissolving tablet into her mouth. Again Katie sucked on the
fingers, even though there wasn't the same flavor on them.

Tameesha once more put her windbreaker across Katie's lap, hiding
her lower body from the view of others. "Take off your panties!"

Katie finally found her voice for words. "H... here?"

"Do it, sexy Katie kitten! Take them off!"

Katie could refuse nothing to Tameesha. Her hands went under the
windbreaker and tugged her denim skirt up at the sides. Her
thumbs hooked into the sides of the light blue panties. She
wiggled her hips as she pushed the panties down, feeling the
soaking wet cloth trying to cling to her wet, hairless cunt
cleft. She felt the cool air hitting her wet cunt directly as the
panties came free and were pushed to her thighs. Down her thighs
and she bent her knees up one at a time under the windbreaker,
pulling the panties off.

Tameesha put her hand under the windbreaker and felt along
Katie's arm to her hand and took the soaking wet panties from the
younger girl.

"You have been a dirty girl today, haven't you?" Tameesha purred
into Katie's ear.

"You have been dripping wet into these panties all day."

"Yes!" Katie said in a high, thin, urgent whisper.

"Your wet cunt is not very much like a dry, fluffy kitten, is it?
More like a drooling little puppy!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Are you Tameesha's drooling little slut puppy?"

"Yes!" Katie said. She would agree to be anything for Tameesha.

"When puppies make a mess they get their noses rubbed in it,
don't they, slut puppy? And you made a big mess in these panties
with your drooling puppy cunt!" Tameesha whispered into Katie's
ear as she brought the hand holding the panties out from under
the windbreaker, up and up, closer to Katie's face.

A small part of Katie's mind thought this was going too far. A
part that spoke up now, telling her to say something, do
something to stop the older girl from pushing the wet panties
into her face.

The rest of Katie though, shouted the small part down. Didn't
that part understand this was Tameesha? Tameesha who was so
beautiful, so friendly, so sexy, whose pussy tasted like heaven
and whose pills gave Katie so much pleasure?

Katie remained still, watching the wet panties move closer. Some
of the wetness had made Tameesha's fingers slick and wet. The
pale blue of the panties darker from wetness. She could smell the
aroma of her own cunt. She knew they were saturated with her
flavor. She licked her lips just as the wet cotton panties were
pushed against her mouth and nose.

"Rub, rub, rub. I'm rubbing my slut puppy's nose into her messy
panties!" Tameesha said. She pressed the wet cotton panties
dripping with Katie's wet cunt juice on the smaller girl's mouth
and nose.

Katie inhaled, drawing the heady, musky scent deep into her
lungs. Her tongue pushed between her lips and licked at the
wetness coating them. A gust of air up the floor of the bus
curled against her wet, bald cunt under the windbreaker. She
realized that she would explode if she could just touch. Once.
Not even rub. Just touch. She whimpered against the panties
covering her mouth and nose, hearing the pitiful whimper come
through the wet cloth. She thought she did sound like a
whimpering little slut puppy.

Tameesha heard it, too, heard it and understood it. "Don't you
dare cum yet, slut puppy! Don't you dare cum without my
permission!"

Katie whimpered louder, the wet panties muffling it, but making
it no less plaintive. Katie's eyes begged for release. Tears
started leaking from her wide eyes, her body shaking with the
tension of being on the edge.

"What's more important to you, slut puppy? You cumming or making
me happy?" Tameesha said. She lowered the panties, allowing Katie
to speak, and to breathe without drawing her breath through the
cunt-scented cotton.

"Y...." Katie licked her lips again, once more tasting herself,
feeling the wetness cooling on her nose, lips, chin, "You. Making
you happy!"

Tameesha looked Katie in the eye and pressed the panties over her
mouth and nose again. The bus driver was gearing down as they
went up a steep hill, the noise of the engine growling louder,
adding to the loud mix of sounds.

"Good slut puppy. I'm going to let you have a little cum for
being a good slut puppy. But you'll have one without touching.
You can do that. I know you can. Cum for me!"

Katie didn't quite believe she could cum without touching, but
she didn't have a choice. Tameesha had given her an order and she
was already so close...

Katie felt it hitting her, driving the wind out of her. A cum.
Not as hard as if she were touching, but it was a cum. Her cunt
squeezed against itself and her tummy muscles knotted up. She
began to wail into the panties over her mouth and nose. Between
the muffling cloth and the noise of the engine and all the kids
making noises the sound didn't travel far, but her body shook and
she felt the explosion from the roots of her hair to the tips of
her toes.

"Good little slut puppy!" Tameesha said, giggling, as Katie
returned to earth. "You'll have to earn the next ones, though!"

Katie was in a delicious sensual daze. She hungered for more
cums, but was now even more submissive to Tameesha. The older
girl had made her cum without touching! So much power, so
beautiful! She felt that nothing Tameesha ordered her to do was
too much to be the beneficiary of such a wonderful friend.

"Lean forward and put your arms behind your back, cum puppy!"
Tameesha giggled, giving yet another pet name to Katie. She took
the wet panties in her hand and waited for the younger girl to
comply.

Katie leaned forward, moving her arms behind her back and
suddenly felt wet cloth wrapping around her wrists, pinning them
together. "What are you doing?" She tried to look around but
couldn't see.

"I'm tying your hands behind you. Trust me, this makes a cum
really, really good and you aren't able to touch yourself, so you
have to wait. You'll let me do this, won't you?"

"Yes, but won't the other kids see my hands are tied?" Katie
said, keeping her voice soft, the hush of conspiracy.

"I got a plan!" Tameesha said, knotting the panties around the
smaller girl's slender wrists. Wet as they were the panties
pulled tight around Katie's wrists, denying her any option to
protect herself with her hands.

The plan became evident in a moment. Tameesha whisked the
windbreaker off of Katie's lap, moving it up to wrap around the
younger girl's shoulders. Katie blushed as she realized the hem
of her skirt was still up around the tops of her thighs. Looking
down she could see her wet pussy lips!

She turned to Tameesha, trying to form words, afraid to say
anything loud enough for others to hear. If kids turned around
and looked would they see her cunt? The bus had made several
stops already on its afternoon drop-off rounds, most of the kids
were all sitting up front, the easier to get off the bus fast and
begin their after- school life.

"Chill out, puppy. No one can see!" Tameesha said. Her dark
fingers went to the hem of the denim skirt but didn't pull it
down. They pulled it up more, revealing more of Katie's lower
body. "I'll pull it down before I make you stand up and walk down
off the bus. Probably." Tameesha giggled.

Katie had to trust Tameesha. She'd been her guide into this
wonderful, exciting world of naughty fun. If Tameesha made her
stand up and walk down the bus aisle with her skirt up, well, her
hands were tied, literally.

Tameesha was watching Katie's cunt lips as she mulled over how
much she could do about her body on display. "Are you getting
wetter? I think you love this, little dirty, drooling, puppy
cunt! You are getting wetter just from the idea of me making you
walk off the bus with your cunt showing, aren't you?"

Tameesha's words inspired embarrassment in Katie, but she
couldn't deny the truth. That wouldn't be fear of being caught,
it would be deliberate exposure. She breathed fast, shallow. Her
body trembled and she twisted her wrists inside the wet panties
tied around them. The idea...

Being shown off, by Tameesha....

A light, playful slap on her cheek brought her back from fantasy.
"You don't have permission to cum! I'll tell you when!
Understand?"

Katie swallowed. She hadn't even known she was that close, but
Tameesha had a knack for sensing it. She was ready to cum again
if she were allowed. The realization deepened her feeling of
dependence on the older girl. Tameesha would make sure Katie did
what Tameesha wanted, not letting her disappoint the older girl
and thereby leave Katie feeling lonely.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Tameesha."

Tameesha placed the lighter side of her dark fingers against
Katie's wet pussy lips. Not moving them, just letting them rest
there. "Call me 'mistress'."

"Yes, mistress!" Katie said, back on the edge of cumming. She
wanted to rub her cunt against those soft fingers if Tameesha,
Mistress Tameesha, didn't want to move hers. She didn't dare,
though. Mistress Tameesha hadn't told her to do it.

"Good girl. I'm going to kiss you, now." Tameesha brought her
lips to Katie's.

Katie would have rejected the idea a week before, that she would
be kissing a girl, looking forward to it. Now, though it seemed
as natural a part of life as that girl's fingers resting on her
cunt lips or calling that girl "mistress". It was what should be.

Tameesha's full lips pressed to Katie's soft lips and the older
girl's tongue pushed into the younger girl's mouth. Katie had
never kissed like this before, but had been curious. Now it was
the natural order of things in her world. Katie sucked at the
darker girl's tongue, whimpering in gratitude at being given this
gift.

When Tameesha stopped the kiss Katie's mind was in a total haze.
The older girl helped her to stand up, then tugged the denim
skirt down so that it hid the smaller girl's cunt and ass. The
windbreaker was adjusted to drape over Katie's shoulders and she
was led out of the seat and down the aisle, getting off the bus
near Tameesha's house. They were the only two getting off at that
stop, almost the last kids left on the bus.

Tameesha took the lead, carrying both her books and Katie's,
since the younger girl's hands were tied behind her back. She led
Katie down a street to a large house set back, off the street.
Instead of using a key Tameesha pulled out a remote and hit the
button, raising one of the garage doors. A neat and tidy garage
was revealed in the doorway and she led Katie into the garage,
using the remote to close it again. A soft light on the door
opening machinery itself was the only thing illuminating the
inside the garage.

Katie wondered why they were still in the garage after the door
finished going down. "Aren't we going inside?"

Tameesha shook her head, standing tall, imperious. "You better
learn faster, girl!" Her dark-skinned hand slashed out, snapping
across Katie's face.

The smaller girl staggered a little, caught off-guard by the
movement and by not being able to use her arms for balance. The
windbreaker slid to the floor before she stopped and stood back
up right.

"I'm sorry. Mistress Tameesha."

"That's better. You better not forget it again. I'll punish you
more if you do!" Tameesha said, walking to a peg board that held
various lawn tools, house tools and odds and ends. From a hook
she got down a studded leather dog collar, turning back and
walking to the young girl.

"A long time ago people like you kept people like me as slaves.
Now I want you to feel what that was like!" Tameesha said. She
wrapped the dog collar around Katie's slender neck and buckled
it. "Maybe wearing a collar will help you remember what my name
is!"

Katie shook, nervous, seeing a less friendly side of Tameesha for
the first time. She still wanted to do anything Tameesha wanted
her to do, though. Hadn't Tameesha just French-kissed her? Maybe
it really was more to help Katie know to call Tameesha
'mistress'. Mistress Tameesha was always looking out for her. She
understood that, now.

"Yes, Mistress Tameesha."

That lovely flash of teeth, the bright eyes, returning and now
Tameesha wrapped her arms round the slender, shorter girl and
pressed her lips to her mouth again, kissing her hard, probing
deep into Katie's mouth with her tongue.

"We will go inside, but not until I prepare you." Tameesha said
after breaking the kiss.

The darker girl's fingers hooked into the waistband of the denim
skirt Katie wore and pushed down, forcing the elastic waist to
slip over the smaller girl's tight, high butt and down her legs.
She then unbuttoned the younger girl's blouse, opening it, baring
her chest. With the blouse open and skirt on the floor Katie's
innocent body was revealed in the dim light from the door opener.

Tameesha untied the panties from around Katie's wrists and then
slid the blouse off her shoulders, leaving Katie in nothing but
her socks, shoes and dog collar.

"Take off your socks and shoes."

"Yes, Mistress Tameesha." Katie hurried to comply, stepping out
of the skirt around her ankles and then bending over to tug the
shoes off her feet, followed by the socks. This left her naked,
except for the dog collar.

"Pick up everything you wore, except the shoes."

"Yes, Mistress Tameesha." Katie gathered up the twisted panties,
her blouse and skirt and then the socks.

"Dump them in that garbage can."

Katie started toward the can before she wondered about this
order. If she did this she wouldn't have anything to wear. Just
shoes. Did she trust Tameesha that much? Her bare feet slowed on
the concrete of the garage floor, then resumed a normal pace.

If Tameesha wanted her to throw her clothes away, she would do
it. Tameesha knew what was best for her. She lifted the garbage
can lid and dropped her clothing into the depths of the can then
lowered the lid. She felt more naked now, more embarrassed about
her body. She returned to where Tameesha waited.

She didn't now when Tameesha had gotten it, but as soon as she
returned to the spot where she had been when given her orders the
older girl reached out and snapped a leash to the collar. Without
a word Tameesha turned and started walking. Katie had to hurry to
keep from being jerked along as the leash grew tight.

Tameesha led the way into the house and then led the smaller
girl, naked, up the stairs. At the top she drew her into what had
to be her parent's bedroom. There was a king-sized bed flanked
with two nightstands, there was a bathroom attached to the room
and two dressers for clothing on either side of the room. A
closet of some sort had vented doors on it.

Stopping by the closet doors, Tameesha reached up and unhooked
the leash. "In this room you are the safest you will ever be in
my house. In this room you have one last chance to back out. You
can take the collar off now, go back for your clothes and get
out, go home. If you do that I will never be your friend again.
But if you stay, girl, you agree to be my slave. Mine, for the
rest of your life. Make your choice, Katie. I won't give it to
you again."

Katie wondered why Tameesha, Mistress Tameesha, would even offer
her a chance to back out. Didn't she know how important she was
to Katie? Hadn't Katie obeyed, even when she thought she didn't
have to? Or maybe Tameesha needed to hear and be shown these
things.

"Please, Mistress Tameesha, let me be your slave! Please! You are
the most important person in my life! I don't have any other
reason for living except you! I need to be your slave. I want to
be nothing but your slave for the rest of my life!" Katie said.
There were tears in her eyes, her heart filled with the truth of
her words, or what she thought was the truth at the time.

Katie knelt before the darker girl. This time she reached for the
collar around her throat, not to unbuckle it, but to hold the
ring on it out, exposing it to Tameesha, offering it. "Please put
the leash on your slave, Mistress Tameesha.! Please! I'm nothing
without you!"

The bright eyes, bright smile as the leash clip was raised,
snapped around the ring on the collar, accepting Katie's
submission.

"I own you now, girl!"

"I need you to own me, Mistress!"

Tameesha laughed.

***

They were now in Tameesha's room, a much more girl-like room,
with posters on the wall, a messy make-up table, a neater desk
with a computer on it and a full sized four-poster bed. There
were dirty clothes scattered around the room.

Tameesha hadn't let Katie stand up to move from one room to the
other. She had made her crawl after her on all fours. Katie had
felt embarrassed by crawling naked, on a leash, but also felt the
tingle burn between her legs, felt the wetness oozing from
between her cunt lips, making her thighs sticky. She did it
happily because Mistress knew best how to treat her cum puppy
slave. Embarrassment made Katie hotter and Mistress fed her more
of it to keep her hot so her cums would be hotter.

"Oh, what a messy room! But now I have someone who can clean it
up!" Tameesha unclipped the leash. "I want all the dirty clothes
in the hamper, now, slave!"

Katie started to stand up, but yelped in pain, instead. Tameesha
had used the handle end of the leash and snapped it hard across
her slave girl's naked ass. "Don't stand up, cum puppy! Cum
puppies don't walk on two legs and they don't use their hands."
Tameesha lifted the lid on the hamper. "Use your mouth. There are
two or three pairs of dirty panties on the floor. I'm sure you'll
love picking those up with your mouth, won't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Katie responded and immediately began crawling
toward the nearest clothing item.

She crawled to it, bit into it and then carried it to the hamper,
dropping it in before going back to hands and knees to crawl to
the next. It wasn't until the third or fourth item that Katie's
target turned out to be a pair of panties. Instead of little girl
cotton panties these were a pair of nylon thongs with a cotton
crotch. As she lowered her mouth to them she inhaled, smelling
the musky fragrance of Tameesha's pussy. She moaned as she took
it between her teeth, raising her head, intending to take it to
the hamper as she had the rest.

"Freeze!"

Katie locked herself in place, Tameesha's dirty thong in her
mouth. She looked out of the corner of her eye to see her
mistress sitting on the edge of the bed. The girl had taken her
own socks and shoes off, dropping the socks on the floor, of
course.

"Yes, I thought so. I wore those yesterday when I met you. I'm
sure they have a great flavor on them. Cream of Tameesha's Cunt
Soup. I knew then that you would be a good little cum puppy."
Tameesha raised one delicate-looking dark- skinned foot. She
brought it up, sliding it against Katie's bald little pussy lips,
dripping wet. The toes slid along the wet pussy lips of the
younger girl. Katie moaned into the panties, loud.

"Such a tight little cum puppy cunt. I can barely get my big toe
in there! We'll have to work on loosening you up. And you are
squeezing my toe so hard! Are you trying to cum, slave?"

Katie shook her head, but tears in her eyes made her change it to
nodding.

"That's right, slave, don't lie to your mistress! You know you
can't cum without my permission, so you just have to take your
toe fucking like a good little cum puppy!"

Katie whimpered and moaned. She was so close! She needed to cum
so much! She couldn't keep her hips from wiggling, from pushing
back against the sexy, older girl's toe inside her cunt.

Tameesha took the toe away. "Some dirty cum puppy got her cunt
drool all over my toe! Put those panties in the hamper and come
over here and clean up this mess on my toe."

It was impossible for Katie to move. She needed to cum. She
wished her hands were still tied so that she couldn't rub. Both
of her hands wanted to go between her legs to finish what
Tameesha had started with her toe.

It was more impossible to disobey Tameesha. Katie was now used to
taking the pain of her body's intense desires for granted.
Feeling herself on the edge of orgasm and not being allowed to
cum was getting to be normal. Even more normal was obeying
Tameesha. Tameesha was her friend. Tameesha was now her mistress.
Even if her body fell apart Katie couldn't stop herself from
obeying Tameesha.

She crawled to the hamper. It was a slow crawl and she was crying
so hard she nearly went past it, but she did get there and did
drop the panties in. Then she turned and crawled fast, wanting to
clean Tameesha's toe of her own cunt drippings.

Tameesha held the foot up. "Clean it good. Suck the filthy cum
puppy juice off my pretty toe!"

Katie took the toe in her mouth, sucking at it eagerly, sucking
hard. She tasted the wetness from her own cunt and with it more,
the salty sweat of Tameesha's foot. She did more than suck. She
licked at the toe, licking all over the toe in her mouth. She
looked up the shapely calf and up at Tameesha, rewarded once more
with that bright flash of teeth, the smile she would do anything
for.

"That's a good slave. Why don't you clean the rest of my toes for
me? You like licking me, don't you slave?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Katie agreed, before taking the other toes into
her mouth. These didn't have her flavor on them, but that didn't
matter. What mattered was that Tameesha wanted her to lick and
what she was licking was Tameesha. She wanted to lick any part of
Tameesha. Every part of Tameesha.

Tameesha was moaning now. "You ever had your toes sucked, slave?
Of course not. It's so fucking hot. So far from your cunt but it
makes your cunt tingle and your clit swell up! I love it!"

Katie increased her efforts. Knowing that Tameesha loved having
her toes sucked gave her more incentive than ever to do it. To do
something for her mistress that her mistress loved was very
important to her.

"D... Do the other foot now! Oh, yes! You are my little
toe-sucking slave!"

Bid to move to the other foot Katie was happy to oblige,
lavishing more sucking and licking to the other foot. She even
opened her mouth wide as Tameesha shoved her toes into her mouth,
almost making her gag by hitting the back of her throat.

Tameesha laughed as Katie's eyes bugged out, but smiled when her
slave kept from gagging. She took the toes from Katie's mouth.

"Okay, slave, enough toe sucking, for now. Head on the floor,
hands behind your back, ass in the air!"

"Yes, Mistress." Katie complied, laying her head down on the
floor and putting her hands behind her back. She tried to keep an
eye on what Tameesha was doing, but the older girl pulled off her
knit top, giving Katie a brief glimpse of two small breasts with
hard nipples revealed in outline by a black bra before the knit
top dropped directly on her head, blocking her view of anything.

Seconds later Katie felt something being wrapped around her
wrists, once more being tied behind her back. Whatever it was it
had elastic on it. The material wrapped around, pulled tight. The
elastic kept squeezing Katie's wrists, almost cutting off
circulation. Moments after that was complete she felt yet
another, heavier piece of material dropped over the top of the
sweater. Not all light or sight was cut off by this double layer.
She could see just a small piece of the second material. She
stared at it until she realized why it looked familiar. It was
Tameesha's skirt. She then realized the elastic around her wrists
was the older girl's bra.

Tameesha was now naked! Katie very much wanted to see her
mistress naked, but would not break position. She had been
ordered into this one and would stay here. She just prayed that
her mistress would have mercy on her soon and allow her the sight
of her naked body.

"You have a very cruel mistress, slave. Like your people did to
mine, long ago, I will sometimes want to see you hurt. Not
because you did something wrong, but just for my own pleasure!"
Tameesha said from somewhere above Katie. "You were given a
choice to back out. You chose to make yourself a present to me.
Now you are going to learn part of what that means. It's too late
to back out now, though!"

A thin whispering of something slicing through air, then a
burning hot line of fire crossed Katie's naked, tight little ass
cheeks. The shock of the pain drove the breath out of her in a
gasp. A repeat of the burning pain, swinging back across both
cheeks caught her breathless. Her bottom cheeks flexed, quivering
as the pain burned into her. She drew a breath.

And then screamed it out as another searing line of fire cut
across her ass. The sound of leather on flesh seeped into her
mind, telling her that Tameesha was whipping her with something,
but she couldn't see what it was. She wasn't sure she wanted to
see, either. The next whipping struck across the backs of her
thighs, just below the curve of her ass. As it whipped across the
leather also caught her wet cunt lips as they peeked out in back.
The pain forced her to collapse, squealing, rolling her hips from
side to side.

"Get back in position, slave bitch! I didn't give you permission
to lay down on the job!"

Tears soaked into the carpet below Katie's face. She didn't want
to stick her butt up for more punishment, but one leg was already
drawn up. Her mistress had commanded and her body sought to obey.
The other leg followed and her butt was soon pushed into the air
again. This time a savage, rapid series of whippings cut across
her ass cheeks, to fast to count, the pain building and building,
building as Katie screamed and began to shake. The last of them
again struck across her thighs, again burning across the wet cunt
lips.

"Cum, slave cunt!"

Katie still screamed in pain but now she was also screaming in
orgasm as her small body shook and convulsed. She collapsed to
the floor again, the burning pain driving her orgasm, forcing it
higher, hotter, higher and hotter. It seemed to go on forever.
Katie's lungs needed air, but she couldn't draw any in, she was
still trying to scream, mouth wide open.

***

Katie's mouth was still open when she returned to awareness. She
didn't know if she had actually lost consciousness, but when she
did realize what was happening next she was on her back, on top
of her bound wrists. The cloth was not on her head, but she
couldn't see much. Just Tameesha's ass cheeks.

Her mouth was flooded with the taste of Tameesha's sexy pussy and
the older girl was grinding her pussy on the younger girl's mouth
and nose. Her mistress also had a hard grip on both of her
nipples, pinching, twisting.

"C'mon, slavecunt. I let you cum; now shove that tongue up my
cunt! LICK ME!"

Katie stuck her tongue out, feeling the wet inner lips of
Tameesha's pussy sucking at her tongue. She felt the inner
muscles clamp down on the wiggling, wet invader and she heard
Tameesha moaning in response. The older girl didn't quit hurting
her nipples, though. Katie squealed in pain into the cunt on her
mouth.

"Yes, like that, slavecunt. Oh, yeah. Now, lick my clit. Like
your mistress' clit you little pain pig!"

Katie found the hard button mostly because Tameesha shifted her
weight to push it between the smaller girl's lips. She licked at
it without particular skill, but didn't have to lick long.
Tameesha screamed in orgasm, grinding down on Katie's face and
twisting both nipples hard.

Katie finally got a chance at fresh air as Tameesha slid back,
off her face. The girl licked at her mistress's remaining wetness
on her lips and cheeks while gasping for air.

Katie realized two truths. First, she was very, very close to
cumming, again. Second, she missed her mistress' pussy on her
face and pain on her nipples.

***

Katie pulled on the pair of panties. She looked up at Tameesha
for comment.

"Yes, those fit fine, come over here and let me see what size
they are. Yeah, I still have a few in that size, but don't wear
them. I'm two sizes larger in the hips." Tameesha said, then
turned back to her underwear drawer. She started tugging out
pairs, checking the size, setting some on top of the dresser,
putting others back.

"I think that's all the panties in that size. Here, try this on."

"Yes, Mistress." Katie said. She took the small bra from Tameesha
and slid the straps up her arm, then fumbled in back, trying to
get the hooks to hook.

Tameesha laughed. "That's not the best way to put one on, cum
puppy! Let me show you." Tameesha showed Katie how to fasten the
bra in front, twist it around and then tug the straps up her
arms.

Katie looked in the mirror and enjoyed seeing herself in the bra.
It was padded and would make it look like she had something on
top and it also hid the hard tips of her nipples.

"Good, those have been taking up room in my drawers. Giving you
this stuff will make so much room in my dresser and closet. I'll
be better able to find clothes that DO fit me."

Next came a skirt, then a top. Tameesha told Katie to look in the
mirror.

Katie liked what she saw. The skirt was short, but was intended
to be short, not short because she had outgrown it. The padded
bra pushed out the front of her new top that was snug, not tight.
She didn't look like a girl too poor to have nice clothes
anymore.

"Thank you, Mistress!"

"If you want to thank me properly, cum puppy, you could beg me to
whip your cunt."

Even standing naked while Katie was dressed, Tameesha had a
commanding presence. Katie knelt and then bent forward further.
She put her lips to Tameesha's toes.

"Please, Mistress, please whip your slave's wet cunt!" Tears
dripped on to the toes and Katie kissed at the tears, too.
"Please, Mistress, take pleasure in hurting your filthy pain
pig!"

***

"You got your new panties soaking wet, cum puppy. Well, I'll bet
you wet a lot of panties. You are such a dirty, juicy little
cunt!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Yes, what, girl. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty, juicy little cunt, Mistress!"

"Good girl! You are learning to admit what you really are. As a
reward I'll let you suck your soaking wet panties as you watch me
whip your cunt!"

Katie shivered. She tugged at the ropes that held her tied spread
out on Tameesha's bed. She was actually hoping for a blindfold so
she couldn't see the whipping coming. "Th... thank you,
Mistress."

"Open wide, cum puppy. More pussy drool for you to suck on!"

Katie opened her mouth wide and felt the wet panties stuffed in,
filling and packing her mouth.

Tameesha climbed on top of the bound girl, straddling her tummy
with her thighs. The older girl's own wet pussy smeared wetness
over Katie's tummy as Tameesha leaned over Katie, kissing her
panty-stuffed mouth. Then kissed her on the chin, and then
several times on the neck. Katie felt the girl shift her hips
down and the wet heat of Tameesha's pussy pressing against her
own wet, hot cunt.

Tameesha, kissing and licking her neck as she ground her wet cunt
all over Katie's cum-hungry wet cunt. Katie moaned, frantic,
begging as best she could for permission to cum.

"No! You don't have permission! I'm girl-fucking you, slave! I'm
fucking my pussy against your wet, dirty little pain pig cunt.
Yes, I know you need to cum. I can see you crying. i can feel how
hard your clit is. I know you want to cum right now, but I forbid
it. You hear me, little slave? I FORBID IT! I own your cums. I
own YOU. I can fuck your cunt, or your face. I can fuck any part
of you I want to and you are NOT allowed to cum, no matter how
much I cum! Do you love your mistress?" Tameesha asked.

Katie nodded, enthusiastic, eager to prove her love.

"Then watch me cum, while you don't!" Tameesha said, suddenly
speeding up her grinding thrusts against Katie's cunt.

Holding back from cumming for Katie during this was a form of
torture worse than the whipping. It did give her an up-close view
of Tameesha's face while she had a cum, though. The darker girl's
face took on a beatific agony of ecstasy as she ground and humped
her pussy on the smaller girl. Katie watched and listened, her
mouth full of wet panties as Tameesha gave herself an orgasm.

Shaking a bit, after the orgasm, Tameesha slid her wet pussy down
Katie's thigh, once more slowly humping along the flesh as she
brought her mouth over the bound girl's exposed, small tits. Her
full lips wrapped around the left nipple first, sucking,
tonguing, then the right. Katie, her pussy no longer being
stimulated, was still being made to want to cum, solely from
Tameesha's attention to her nipples.

Then Tameesha began using her teeth. At first biting, light
nibbles around each hard little nipple, then light bites on the
nipple. As the level of pain she was giving climbed, so did the
speed at which Tameesha rubbed her pussy on Katie's stretched
out, bound thigh. Tameesha reached another crescendo of arousal
as she bit down on and pulled the smaller girl's tight, pink
nipples with her teeth, forcing her little slave to scream into
the panties filling her mouth. Katie didn't see Tameesha's face
for this orgasm. She was crying too hard. Katie writhed and shook
underneath Tameesha, in total agony as her mistress came again.

Tameesha rested after this orgasm, her head lying on Katie's
heaving chest, hearing the smaller girl whimper and moan. She
could see her nipples, standing up hard and red, swollen from
abuse by the older girl.

Tameesha was slow and dreamy when she sat up again, smiling down
at Katie. With a lazy grace she got up from the bed and went to
the desk, picking up something. Katie strained her neck trying to
see what it was.

A belt. A girl's belt, thin and wicked. It must have been the
same one that Tameesha used on her ass earlier. Suddenly Katie
felt fear.

It had seemed so easy before, giving up control. Now the belt was
in view. Now it was about to happen. Tameesha was going to use
that cruel belt on her open, exposed cunt! Katie tried to escape,
to beg, her fear irrational, unthinking. She screamed into the
panties filling her mouth, she jerked at the ropes tied to her
wrists and ankles, she twisted as much as the ropes allowed, side
to side.

"Oh, so now you are afraid? It was 'please whip me, mistress'
just a little bit ago, now you want to change your mind? Too
late, filthy little slave cunt! I'm going to whip you as much as
I want, where I want!"

Tameesha lashed out and Katie began squealing in horror even
before she realized the stroke hadn't hit her. Her body shook in
fear, gasping for air through her nose, mouth full of her new
panties. She shook her head, sobbing as she realized how hard the
belt had swung. The tip had snapped against the bed between her
legs.

If that belt landed on her she would be in enormous pain. She
knew it and feared it.

She looked up and saw Tameesha drawing the belt back again. She
closed her eyes, unable to look at the pain coming.

She waited. She held her breath. Her body was rigid, pulling at
all the ropes at once, trying to curl up, to shield her sensitive
cunt from that vicious belt. She waited.

And waited.

Then Katie peeked. Tameesha wasn't at the foot of the bed. She
looked around. Then up. Tameesha, standing over her. Her face
just inches from Katies.

"CUM!"

Katie exploded. Her body shook so hard from the force of the
orgasm that the bed itself was bouncing on the floor. She came,
the knot in her tummy that had been there so long, on the edge
spread all over her body like fire on a fuse. As the peak of her
orgasm came and started to fade Katie blacked out.

***

When Katie woke up she felt naked. That shouldn't feel so bad.
She'd been naked for the past couple of hours, at least. She
realized what was missing that left her more naked than naked.

The collar was gone. The dog collar that Tameesha had put on her
was missing. She sat up on Tameesha's bed.

Tameesha sat at the desk, at the computer. Katie couldn't see the
screen, but she could tell that Tameesha was staring at the
screen in order not to stare at her.

"Mistress?"

"Your clothes are on the floor. I dug them out of the trash. I'll
call a cab when you are dressed. It will cost money but I can
afford it." Tameesha said, still not looking at her.

There on the floor were the clothes that Katie had put on this
morning. Was it only this morning? It seemed ages ago since she
had dumped them in the trash can in the garage. Even the
stretched out panties that had been bound around her wrists lay
there on the pile.

"Mistress? I don't understand!"

"Cut the Mistress shit! You weren't able to take what I wanted to
give you. I wasn't going to tear your precious little cunt up.
Just hurt it. You freaked out. I don't need a slave who can't
take what I want to give. Just get dressed, get out and don't
talk to me again." Tameesha said, still not looking at the naked
girl on her bed.

Katie started to cry, then sob. Her body felt lifeless. How could
she have screwed this up so much? How did she ruin the only thing
in her life that meant anything?

"Spare me the tear show. You were crying and screaming when I
wanted to whip your cunt. You begged me to do it, remember? Then
when I want to do it you act like I'm going to skin you alive! I
don't need a fucking drama queen. I need a slave!" Tameesha
finally did look at her, the bright eyes blazing hot.

"Please, Mistress, please! Give me another chance! I don't know
what happened. Maybe the pill wore off?"

Tameesha opened a drawer in the desk, taking out a bottle,
shaking it to make it rattle; she threw the bottle at, not to,
Katie. "Take as many as you want, cunt. Just take them home
because I don't want you here." She turned back to the computer.

Katie looked at the bottle. It was labeled 'Quick-dissolving
Children's Pain and Fever Medicine'. "But, this isn't what you
gave me! The pills that made me tingle. That got me hot!"

"Oh, I'm not your mistress anymore?" Tameesha rubbed in the fact
that Katie had forgotten to call her by the title. "Those ARE the
pills I gave you, stupid cunt. Just baby's Tylenol." She looked
at Katie again, who opened the pill bottle, seeing it contained
pills exactly like the ones she'd been given. "Earth to Ms.
Stupid Cunt! All that tingling and wetness was really YOU! The
real you! You are just a whore!"

"NO!"

"See for yourself! The evidence is in your hands! You can't claim
those pills did ANYTHING to make you act like you did! If you
aren't a whore then what are you?"

"I AM A SLAVE!" Katie screamed the words, never realizing how
they would sound until she had done so.

"THEN PROVE YOUR SLAVERY TO ME!" Tameesha screamed it back at
her. The older girl stood up, taking the belt from the desk. Her
bright eyes blazing hot with anger and now with challenge,
smoking with a lust that was anything but tender.

Katie shuddered, realizing she had to put up or shut up. She had
to give herself to Tameesha the way she wanted or admit failure.

If she was a slave and Tameesha didn't want her then what was
she? Useless. If she wasn't a slave then she was a whore. She
could be like her mother in a few years, a drunken whore fucking
strangers.

Katie had no ropes to hold her in place. No gag to hide her
screams. She would have to take this the hard way. Her legs had
to be spread. The younger girl lay on her back on Tameesha's bed
and then reached down, grabbing her own ankles, pulling her legs
wide. She spread her legs wide, exposing her hairless, sensitive
little cunt to Tameesha and her belt.

Katie locked her eyes on Tameesha. She was the most beautiful
thing in her life. She was the only salvation for her. Be
Tameesha's slave or be a whore. Tameesha was her only desire, her
only hope.

"Please, Mistress, whip your slave's dirty wet cunt. Whip your
cum puppy's drooling pussy. Please whip your pain pig's wet
cunt!" Katie said. She was shaking but she was sure. She was sure
that no matter how much this hurt she had to give it to Tameesha.

The first stroke came without any tease this time. The belt
lashed out and struck, burning a line of fire across Katie's
hairless little pussy. The pain was as bad as she feared it would
be. Her arms strained to force her legs to stay apart when they
tried to close. She shook with the strain and bottled up the
scream inside.

"P... please... Mistress, please whip me again!" Tears blurred
Katie's vision. Mercifully she didn't see the arm draw back and
lash forward; she only felt the next stroke of the belt on her
cunt.

Now she screamed. She felt the welt rising from the first stroke
and now a new line of fire burned on her cunt lips. She tossed
her head back and forth, but kept her legs open through force of
will and by straining every muscle in her body.

Pain filled, wracked with sobs, she drew in her breath to beg for
the next stroke. "P... ple... please Mistress..." Katie got no
further. She was screaming. Tameesha hadn't waited for her to
complete the sentence before striking. Or striking again. Or
striking yet again.

Katie felt the lashing at her cunt over and over. The lines of
fire increased in number on her hairless pussy, multiplying and
crisscrossing. Welts joined with welts. Katie screamed until she
was out of air, her body tight as a piano string.

Through it all she kept her ankles wrapped in her fingers, kept
her legs spread wide. She kept her cunt available for every
stroke as it burned on her already burning cunt.

She was still holding position, drawing in sobbing breaths and
screaming when Tameesha leapt on top of her and began grinding
her pussy against the younger girl's enflamed cunt. Frantic,
urgent, demanding thrusts, pussy to pussy, cunt to cunt. Tameesha
girl-fucked little Katie hard, keeping the burning pain of the
welts alive.

Katie blinked at the tears, barely recognizing the face above
her. She still kept her fingers wrapped hard around her ankles,
forcing her legs wide open.

"Cum for your mistress, slave. CUM NOW!" Tameesha yelled into her
face before mashing her open mouth to Katie's mouth. Both girls
screamed, their mouths mashed together, tongues entwined, bodies
shaking, spasming. They came together, hard, screaming into each
other's mouth.

Tameesha broke the kiss at last, gasping for air,a few tears on
her own cheeks, her own tears for a change. "My God! That was so
good!"

She rolled to the side, lying beside Katie who still gripped her
own ankles with white knuckled ferocity.

"Hey, it's okay. You are my slave again. You can let go of your
ankles."

"M...mistress... I... I don't think I CAN!" Katie half-giggled.
Tameesha giggled with her, prying the girl's grip from around the
ankles.