THE HUMILIATION OF KATIE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

Part 3

Katie's sleep that night was difficult. Her body was exhausted
from the strains of the day and parts of her were very, very
sore. Welts on her ass made it difficult to put weight on her
bottom. Sore, swollen, chewed on nipples and welts on her cunt
made it painful to lie on her stomach, the way she usually slept.
Her wrists and ankles ached from deep bruises she created by
struggling against the ropes that had bound her. Her throat was
sore from screaming. Emotional exhaustion also left her drained.
The day had been a roller coaster, with rising to heights of joy
and crushing descent into loss. There were words that surfaced in
her mind as she tried to sleep. Words like 'Mistress', 'slave',
and 'whore'.

She remembered cuddling with Tameesha after their orgasm
together. Tameesha had kissed her over and over, holding Katie
close to her. Those moments were perhaps the sweetest that Katie
had known in her life. Mommy and daddy had hugged and kissed her,
but she was their only child. Tameesha hugged and kissed her not
because she was the child that came along in her life, but was
the slave she had chosen.

Katie recalled the way Tameesha had pampered her, though still
reminding Katie of her status. Katie had to take her old clothes
back to the garage, naked, and put them in the trash again. She
was then tied at the wrists as she sat in front of Tameesha's
make-up mirror, hands tied behind her back again. Tameesha had
brushed her tangled hair out, parting it in the middle and
putting the hair into twin pigtails. Sitting there had been
difficult, the welts on her ass burning, but Tameesha wanted her
there and she endured. After putting her hair into pigtails
Tameesha demonstrated why she wanted Katie's hair in pigtails.
Katie had knelt on the floor, hands still bound, as Tameesha
stood over her. The older girl, her Mistress, had grabbed her
pigtails and used them as handles, pulling Katie's face against
her pussy.

Tameesha had pulled out the clothes she had previously segregated
as clothing she would give to Katie, putting most of it into
shopping bags. She had then untied Katie's arms, dressing her
once again, including the bra, but no panties.

Instead, her mistress had put a rope around Katie's waist and
then drawn it between the young slave girl's legs, tying it at
the other side of her waist. This put a strip of rope between the
cheeks of her welted ass and inside the welted lips of her cunt.
If she bent, or walked or stood up or sat down the rope would
slide between her wet cunt lips, reminding her it was there.
Reminding her she was Tameesha's slave.

The dog collar didn't come back. In its place Tameesha put a
small elastic choker around Katie's neck. It wasn't very tight
but fit snug to her skin. Instead of a ring to attach a leash the
choker had the letter 'T' on it. Katie glowed, wearing Tameesha's
mark in a subtle way.

When Tameesha's parents arrived home they had paid little
attention to the girl her daughter had been using and abusing all
that afternoon. They were mostly concerned with their own lives.
Her mother had questioned her on the clothes being given away,
but since Katie was smaller than Tameesha it was evident that her
daughter wouldn't be giving clothes that actually fit.

Instead of cooking dinner Tameesha's parents took them out to
dinner. Katie hadn't eaten much more than Tameesha's pussy juice
and she was starving when they arrived at the restaurant. Even so
she held whispered conference with Tameesha who chose her meal
for her. With the choker around her throat and the rope through
her cunt lips she was reminded constantly that she was property.

Tameesha hadn't stopped with those reminders, though. She'd asked
her father to choose a booth rather than a table and had put
Katie on the inside of the booth on the same side of the table.
The allowed them to whisper together and it also allowed Tameesha
to slip a hand under the young slave's skirt and run her fingers
over the welts that covered her pussy lips.

Katie had to keep her whimpers stifled and not wince very much as
her mistress played with her pain and shame. The pain of Tameesha
scraping the welts with a fingernail and the shame of being here
in public, having her cunt played with. The two melded together
as her cunt continued to juice up, soaking the rope between her
cunt lips.

After ordering the food Tameesha had told Katie they were going
to the bathroom together. Katie left the table with her mistress,
walking behind her. She wondered if others noticed how she
submitted to the older girl. Glancing around, though, she
realized that no one was paying much attention. A man or two was
watching the young girls while trying not to, but that seemed to
be more because they were girls, not because of how they acted.

In the bathroom Tameesha had lead Katie to a toilet stall. There
was no one else in the room and they entered a bathroom stall
together.

Tameesha had told Katie to kneel and then Tameesha had pulled up
her skirt. She was without panties and she sat on the toilet,
spreading her legs. Katie licked her lips, expecting to be told
to lick her friend and mistress on the pussy.

She was shocked when Tameesha began urinating, instead. She could
smell the acrid scent and hear the stream hitting the water in
the toilet bowl. She could see the stream jetting from her
mistress' pussy.

Tameesha reached out and grabbed Katie by the pigtails, pulling
the smaller girl close, planting another kiss on her lips, tongue
pushing into Katie's willing mouth. Not sure what to do with her
hands Katie put her arms behind her back. Tameesha finished
pissing as she kissed Katie hard.

Then Tameesha pulled Katie's mouth away from her own. She used
the girl's pigtails as handles, lowering the head as she scooted
her bottom forward on the seat. Tameesha pulled Katie's mouth
onto her pussy as she put her feet up on door to the stall.

Katie had almost resisted. Almost. The lessons of the afternoon
were fresh in her memory and she would not refuse Tameesha
anything. She still smelled the warm smell of the older girl's
urine as she found her mouth pressed to the lips of the girl's
pussy. She had extended her tongue, licking. She realized she was
licking the last drops of piss along with the wetness on
Tameesha's pussy.

Tameesha had been pleased. "Good slave pig. Lick up all of your
mistress' piss from her pussy!" Tameesha had said.

***

Once home Katie had permission to remove the rope from her pussy.
She had untied the rope and pulled it from between the dripping
wet lips of her cunt. She hadn't been told what to do with the
rope. She put it under her pillow while she took care of other
things.

She had taken a bath, finding the welts on her ass and cunt. She
didn't tease her cunt for pleasure, instead tracing the welts and
scratching at them as Tameesha had done with her nail. She felt
the pain and the excitement the pain created in her cunt.

Whore. That's what Tameesha had said about her. But she wasn't a
whore, she was a slave. Mistress Tameesha's slave, cum puppy and
pain pig.

Whore. Katie tried to push the word from her mind, tried to not
remember it. The more she wanted to not remember it the more she
heard the word in her mind. Whore.

She had gotten wet, gotten a tingle, gotten excited and it wasn't
even in response to a pill. Gotten turned on before Tameesha had
made her a slave.

Slave! She cried into her own head. Whore! Was the reply. Slave!
Whore! Slave! Whore! SlaveWhore! Whoreslave!

Katie sat up in the bathtub, jerking her fingers away from her
cunt. She was breathing fast, her heart was thudding a rapid beat
in her chest. Her cunt was wet beyond what water could do to it
and she had been stroking her clit. She had stopped just before
cumming. Cumming over calling herself dirty names.

Doubt had crept in. Was she whore or slave? She looked at the
choker she had left laying on the sink when she got into the
bath. She was a slave.

Katie took the crotch rope from under her pillow that night
before going to sleep. She held one end in her hands, the other
in her teeth and wrapped her wrists together in front of her. She
would show Tameesha that she was a slave, not a whore. She would
show the part of her that doubted that she was a slave, not a
whore.

***

The next morning Katie left the trailer with her head held high,
even though the choker on her neck marked her as a slave. The
clothes she wore fit pretty well and looked nice. Her hair was in
pig-tails just like Tameesha wanted.

The other kids seemed to go out of their way to not notice. Katie
decided she didn't care. She only cared about Tameesha. When the
bus arrived she went to the seat she shared with her friend and
mistress. Tameesha's bright smile was the morning sun, finally
lifting the doubts of night from her life.

Again she was given the inside seat. Tameesha took her hand and
squeezed it, then motioned to the huge boy who sat in the back
seat. He leaned forward, his head over the back of the seat
between the girl's heads.

"Katie, this is Tyronne. Tyronne, this is Katie. Tyronne has a
secret, Katie. Do you know what that secret is?"

Katie looked at the impassive, dark-skinned face. The boy was
big, both with muscle and fat. His eyes were small, pig-like, his
skin many shades darker than Tameesha's. His flat nose flared as
he breathed. She couldn't guess what sort of secret the behemoth
from the back seat could have that Tameesha would care about.

"No, I don't."

"Tyronne is my slave, too."

Katie froze. Her heart felt betrayed. How could Tameesha share
anything as special as being mistress with this giant,
dull-looking BOY!

Tameesha stroked her dark fingers against Katie's cheek. "Don't
worry, pretty baby. Just try to understand. Tyronne was my first
slave. He knew I would take a girl as my slave next and he agreed
to stay my slave as long as I wanted him to be. He is very, very
faithful to me. Aren't you, Ty?"

Tyronne answered, his voice low, raspy. It was pitched so only
the three of them could hear it. "Yes, Mistress Tameesha!"

Katie was still feeling hurt. It hadn't occurred to her that she
would ever be sharing Tameesha with others. She hadn't been asked
if she would.

"I thought I was your slave!"

"Keep your voice down! You are my slave, Katie-baby. You are my
number two. Ty is number one." Tameesha said. She sounded as
though she were explaining something very simple to a slow-witted
child.

"But you didn't tell me about him before!"

"I am the mistress. I don't have to tell you about other slaves,
just give you the choice. If you want to be my slave then you
take the place I assign you in my stable."

Katie felt the tears on her cheek before realizing she was
crying.

"You are my slave. You now have a duty to love and obey the rest
of my stable. Thus far the only other in my stable is Ty. You
will love and obey him."

"What if... What if he doesn't like me?" Katie asked. There had
to be someway to make this right, to make it just her and
Tameesha again.

"Does it matter to you, slave Tyronne? Do you like or dislike
Katie?" Tameesha addressed the giant boy.

"Slave Katie belongs to my Mistress. I belong to my Mistress. It
just is. Not up to me to like her or dislike her." The boy
remained impassive, stolid.

"There, you see? He doesn't dislike you."

"He doesn't like me, either." Katie pointed out.

"Don't be so quick to jump to that conclusion, slave. Ty, would
you like to shove your cock into Katie's face? Would you enjoy
pushing it between her lips, feel her suck on your cock?"

The dull look in the boy's eyes brightened. "Yes, Mistress!
Tyronne would like that a lot!"

Katie shrank against the wall of the bus. She was suddenly
frightened of the big boy.

"Don't let your fear make you forget who you belong to, girl! You
belong to me! I decide what happens to you. Who, what, when,
where and why! If I tell you to suck a cock you open your slave
mouth and suck it! If I tell you to lick a cunt you stick out
your tongue and get busy! If I want to whip your cunt or ass or
tits you will take the pain and suffer for it! That's slavery,
little girl! I'm getting tired of having to explain this to you
over and over again." Tameesha said to her.

"If I decide you aren't willing to be my slave, in all ways and
in all things then I will cut you loose. I won't be lonely. Will
I, Ty?"

"No, Mistress!"

"But..."

"No buts, girl! You want to know why you will accept this? Do you
really need me to prove to you that you want this?"

Katie didn't say anything, or move. What proof could Tameesha
give to her that she wanted to be part of anything with Tyronne.

"You are going to suck Tyronne's cock this afternoon, Katie. You
are going to suck his cock, naked, on your knees. A naked white
girl sucking a black cock! You will suck it and do a good job of
it. Now, cum puppy, tell me if your panties are dry or wet!
ANSWER!"

Katie trembled. She looked from Tameesha to Tyronne. She then
looked at the floor. She knew the answer.

"Wet, aren't they? I chose you because you would be the kind of
slave I wanted. One who would get off on all the perverted things
I want to do to you. You may think you are a good girl, but I
know better. I know what will make you drip and moan and ache to
cum, over and over. You know the truth of that, no matter how
much you believe you are a good girl."

Katie kept staring at the floor. She didn't want this to be
happening, but she couldn't deny the truth in Tameesha's word.
Yesterday she had known that Tameesha would do what was best for
her, would always treat her right. Could it be that even things
she didn't think she wanted were really best for her?

Perhaps more importantly would she want to be alive if Tameesha
did cut her out of her life?

"Yes, Mistress." Katie said, still looking at the floor.

"Finally! Tyronne, swap seats with me."

Katie looked up, then down again as the huge bulk of the boy from
the backseat moved to sit beside her. She felt dwarfed by his
enormous bulk.

"Katie, take my jacket and put it on your lap, then spread your
legs." Tameesha said, handing the jacket over the seat back.
Katie took it and did as she was told.

"Okay, Tyronne. You are doing this for me. Show Katie that you
are a good lover with your hands."

"Yes, Mistress!" Tyronne said, his huge hand sliding beneath the
windbreaker and Katie's skirt.

Katie flinched, spreading her legs even wider in fear of the
black hand moving beneath her clothing, afraid of what Tyronne
could do to her. He looked so strong, so brutish.

The touch, when it came, was subtle and stimulating. Katie knew
it was Tyronne's finger by the size, but the touch was not rough,
nor unskillful. The boy was sliding his finger along the edges of
her cunt lips through the fabric of the wet panties. She gasped
at the pleasure, in spite of not wanting to show how quick and
easy it was for him to arouse her.

"Were her panties soaking wet, Ty?" Tameesha asked, stroking
Katie's hair.

"Yes, Mistress, dripping wet! Wetter now, though!" Tyronne
responded. His finger rubbed in tiny circles directly at the
entrance to Katie's tight cunt, driving the small girl to squeak
with pleasure, her hips rising and falling in time to his
strokes.

"See, cum puppy? Tyronne loves you! I told you. Will you love him
back, as your senior slave in my stable?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Katie eeped out as she teetered on the brink of
orgasm. "Please, Mistress, please let me cum!"

Tameesha wrapped a hand over Katie's gasping mouth, putting her
lips to the younger girl's ear. "I'm going to love watching you
suck his cock. Cum for mistress, slave!"

Katie came, thankful that Tameesha had her hand over her mouth.
Even while trying not to scream she still made noise cumming on
Tyronne's skilled fingers. The bus arrived at school. As Katie
watched Tyronne suck her wetness off of his fingers she shivered,
listening to Tameesha.

"Meet me in the girl's bathroom again at lunch, cum puppy."

*** 

Katie struggled through the morning, unable to concentrate on
her problems with Tyronne being a part of her relationship with
Tameesha. She was glad when her lunch period came. At least there
Twould be no Tyronne in the girl's bathroom!

She hurried to her appointment, glad now for contact with
Tameesha. She wasn't going to mention Tyronne, just be with her
mistress. She wanted to feel the special closeness of the day
before.

Tameesha was alone in the bathroom when Katie arrived. Katie went
to her; arms raised to embrace, then dropped them. She wasn't a
girlfriend, she was a slave. She lowered herself to her knees
before Tameesha. Katie lowered her head, kissing each of
Tameesha's shoes.

"You are learning! I am pleased! Stand up, slave."

Katie rose up, still keeping her eyes down. She felt Tameesha
take her by the pigtails and draw her closer. She had to turn her
face up to her mistress for the kiss Tameesha pressed to her
lips.

Katie melted. The resistance, fear and betrayal poured away as
she melted under the heat of Tameesha's kiss. The younger girl
was uncertain about what to do with her hands, wanting to wrap
her arms around her mistress, but was pretty sure this wasn't
right. After struggling with this for a few seconds she pushed
her arms behind her back and gripped her right wrist in her left
hand. She was then able to just enjoy the kiss.

Tameesha ended the kiss with the same matter-of-fact manner she
had initiated it, pulling Katie's head back by the girl's
pigtails. She then placed her slave's head against her chest,
stroking the girl's hair.

"Don't worry about Tyronne, girl. He won't take my love away from
you."

Love? It was the first time Katie could recall the word being
used between them. Yes, she admitted, she loved her mistress. She
wondered when it began, thinking it went back to when the older
girl had invited her back to the seat on the bus with her.

Tyronne had been there, then. It had been his booming, loud voice
that had cut the teasing down, made it stop.

"Yes, Mistress." Katie replied. She still wasn't happy with his
being part of this. He wasn't here, though, and she fought to put
him out of her mind. She still wanted her arms around Tameesha,
but settled for pressing her smaller body against the older girl,
rubbing her face against Tameesha's breasts.

She felt Tameesha raising her skirt. The hem was pulled higher
and higher, exposing her hips, clad in panties that had also been
given by Tameesha. She felt the older girl's dark fingers
stroking the front of the panties.

"Your panties are still wet, girl?" Tameesha said, finding the
crotch of Katie's panties soaked.

"They are always wet when I think of you, Mistress!" Katie
admitted.

"My little cum puppy's drooling cunt!" Tameesha giggled, sliding
her fingers inside the wet panties. Katie spread her legs without
being commanded as Tameesha took charge of her wet slit.

Katie moaned as she felt the fingers slide along her slit, then
turn, sliding up inside a little. She felt the stretching of
having even two slender fingers just inside her. She gasped as
Tameesha pushed harder and then whimpered as the stretching began
to hurt.

"Yes, my cum puppy is a virgin, but a very, very wet one. I could
bust your cherry right now."

Katie's eyes snapped open, muscles tensing all over her body at
the thought. It hadn't occurred to her that Tameesha would want
to take her virginity.

"Does that frighten you, Katie baby?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Well, I won't do it. Not now." Tameesha said, and Katie relaxed
again a bit. "Not with just my fingers, either." Katie shivered.

"But you are going to do it, Mistress?"

"Yes, baby girl.. Of course."

Of course. Katie felt her heart thud as she heard Tameesha speak
of taking her virginity as calm and matter-of-fact way as if she
were saying she was going to have a candy bar. She didn't have
much time to worry about it, though. Tameesha's fingers began to
move, just inside her cunt hole, moving in and out in the very
short depth.

"Oh, god. Oh!" Katie moaned, feeling the motion driving her
toward an orgasm.

"You are my slave. I own your virginity because I own you. Every
hole you have. They are mine to control. To toy with. To fill."
Tameesha explained, frigging Katie's tender little hole. She put
her thumb against the small girl's clit, rubbing it in time to
the frigging. Katie's moans became more frantic.

"Your body belongs to me, slave girl. Your body, your heart, your
soul." Tameesha said as she frigged the younger girl. "Your
mouth, your cunt, your asshole."

Katie shook, both from the force of the orgasm she knew was about
to hit her with the force of a speeding steamroller and from the
concept she hadn't thought of. Of something being pushed into her
ass. She was frightened, but her mistress was stimulating her so
much she was unable to do anything but feel the fear. Feel it and
ride it as she was forced closer to the edge of orgasm.

"Cum for mistress, three-hole fuckslave!" Tameesha said and then
covered Katie's gasping, moaning mouth with her own.

Katie screamed into Tameesha's mouth, feeling her mistress's
tongue pushed into her mouth. Tameesha's tongue made her think of
Tyronne's cock going into her mouth later that day. Her body went
rigid, vibrating, convulsing. She felt her convulsing muscles
clamp down on Tameesha's finger tips just at the rim of her cunt.
Katie was cumming hard and couldn't protest the images invading
her mind or push away the fear and fear of pain that flooded her
imagination.

She hit the peak of her orgasm as her mind screamed out the new
name Tameesha had called her. Fuckslave. Her body did the
impossible and her orgasm redoubled its force. She had an orgasm
within an orgasm.

When she came down from the impact her body collapsed against
Tameesha. The older girl had to hold her up or let her drop to
the floor. Tameesha managed to hold her up by turning, bracing
Katie's body against the wall.

When Katie's mind came back to what was happening with her body
she realized she was sucking on Tameesha's fingers, cleaning her
own cunt juices from them.

"I hope you are enjoying these little lunchtime trysts, cum
puppy. They don't come cheap and you are going to have to pay for
them soon."

Katie wanted to ask what Tameesha meant, but her mouth was busy
with cunt- flavored fingers. When Tameesha pulled them out Katie
was supporting her own weight again and the older girl left the
bathroom without a further word.

***

Katie felt each heartbeat of the afternoon bring her closer to
something she didn't want. She had been told she would be
performing an action on a boy she barely knew and certainly
didn't love that she had thought was disgusting.

Who wouldn't think it was disgusting? Well, boys, obviously. But
every girl she knew had said "Ew!" when discussing 'blow jobs'.

When she had imagined it at all she had imagined being asked to
do it by some faceless future boyfriend. She had thought she
would refuse and the boy would either respect her for refusing or
break up with her. It was easy to imagine how you'd act on a date
when you weren't old enough to date.

Now, though, she was a slave. Not because someone had captured
her but because she had given her heart to the girl who was now
her mistress and mistress had decreed she would do this.

If she had known about Tyronne before, when Tameesha offered her
the choice, or later when she had told her to get dressed and
leave, what would she have done? That wasn't as easy a question.
Last week she didn't even know she could fall in love with a
girl, now she couldn't think of not being in love.

Another worry entered her mind. How big was Tyronne... down
there? He was huge, all over in the places she could see.

She had seen little boys, before, when playing doctor. Theirs had
been tiny little things. More to laugh at that than to be afraid
of. She had seen her daddy's a few times that she could remember,
usually when she ran into her parent's bedroom without knocking
and he was getting dressed or undressed. His had been larger than
all the ones on little boys, even if it was soft. Much bigger. It
had to grow when boys grew.

Did that mean that Tyronne's would be as big as the rest of him?
She remembered what she had seen on the cock on the man her
mother had brought back to the trailer. It had been big, red,
angry looking. Much bigger, when hard, than the soft one she had
seen on her father.

She shuddered, scared. Then she felt a tear escape down her
cheek. She was scared, and wet, her panties only slowing down the
juices oozing onto her inner thighs.

***

Tameesha caught up with her as she waited to get on the bus.
Katie felt joy again as she bathed in the bright eyes and smile
of her mistress.

"You are shaking, pretty Katie!" Tameesha said, taking the
smaller girl's hands in hers. She drew Katie closer. "You don't
have to be scared, just trust in me."

Katie wanted to beg to be let out of this task. She started to
form the words when a shadow fell across the two of them. A
shadow cast by a huge body. Tyronne was there.

Katie looked up at him, saw his huge bulk. She leaned against
Tameesha, hiding her face against the taller girl's shoulder.

"Come on, girl. Get on the bus. You'll see. You'll do fine."
Tameesha said. She made Katie get on the bus and proceed down the
aisle.

Katie felt the bus shift on its springs from the weight of
Tyronne behind her. She moved back to the seat before the last
one. The one she shared with Tameesha.

She sat on the inside of the seat and waited while Tameesha sat
beside her. Tyronne took his usual seat behind them.

Tameesha settled in, then reached for Katie, pulling the girl
around so she leaned back, her head resting on Tameesha's larger
breasts. She kissed Katie discreetly behind her ear and started
whispering to her.

"You are not to reply, just close your eyes and imagine."
Tameesha instructed.

Katie let her eyes half-close at first, but her eyes did begin to
close on their own as she felt Tameesha right there, just holding
her. She remembered yesterday, being held close after the painful
cunt whipping. Being close to her mistress was sweet, even
without the pain.

"You are mine, Katie." Tameesha said. "Do you think I would do
anything that I thought would be bad for you?"

Katie wondered about that. She tried to find a way to punch a
hole in that argument, but couldn't. Yes, Tameesha would hurt her
for pleasure, but it was pleasure she enjoyed giving. She had
deceived Katie about the pills she was being given, but hadn't
given her anything that would addict her or hurt her body. The
deception just left her able to be her real self, the self that
was hot for Tameesha. She finally shook her head.

"Your own cunt agrees that you want to do this for me. In a way
it's smarter than your head is." Tameesha stroked Katie's cheek
with her dark fingers. "I'm just helping you to obey your own
true self. If I have some fun, too, then we are both happy."

Katie knew there was truth in Tameesha's words. Anytime she
imagined what Tameesha wanted her to do this afternoon her cunt
would juice up. Her cunt wanted to do this for itself and to make
Tameesha happy. It was just her head that gave her problems with
it. Her head was full of 'don't' messages. Don't act dirty. Don't
let others see her naked. Don't play with her cunt. Tameesha just
over rode those messages, making her do things she really wanted
to be doing.

"Is it... big, Mistress?" Katie finally had the courage to ask.

Tameesha started to giggle, then to laugh, her chest bouncing
under Katie's head as she held the smaller girl close.

"Is that what has you so scared? You think he's got a huge black
python down there?" Tameesha kept her voice down, but with
difficulty. She was laughing so much. "Tyronne is big all over,
except there. It's like the rest of him got big and left that
part alone. He's not too small, but he's not too big, either.
He's big enough, but not big big."

Katie breathed a sigh of relief. She felt less fear, being told
this.

Tameesha leaned in even closer. "Why do you think I trained him
to use his fingers so well?" She started laughing again. "He's
got a good tongue, too, now that I taught him, but not as sweet
to feel as yours."

Katie smiled at that. She continued to smile and enjoy being
close to Tameesha the rest of the way to Tameesha's house, where
all three got off the bus together.

***

Tameesha led her two slaves into her house through the garage.
She stopped the pair of them in the garage with the door down and
ordered them to strip. She ordered Katie to go first.

This would be the first time in many years that Katie had to be
naked in front of any male. Her father hadn't seen her naked
since she was around five. Katie looked up at the huge boy. This
was definitely not how she had expected to be naked in front of a
boy for the first time.

She realized that both of them were looking at her. She turned
her back so that it was toward Tyronne as she lifted off her top.
She pulled off her shoes, then socks, then unhooked her skirt.
She lowered it, feeling her ears and cheeks burning just from
being in bra and panties in front of him. She reached back,
fumbling the unhooking of the bra, sliding it off her shoulders
and then hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, tugging
them down her slender hips and thighs.

"Turn around, girl. Give us a good look." Tameesha ordered.

Katie turned slow, her eyes on the concrete floor of the garage.
She felt more naked than naked in this place. More naked than she
had felt when it was just Tameesha. With Tameesha they were both
girls. Tyronne could now look on her naked body. He could see her
slender torso, just budded breasts topped with hard, erect
nipples. He could see her flat tummy and belly button. He could
also see her narrow hips, yet to fully grow out, topping her
slender thighs. And he could see her bald, dripping wet cunt,
crying out to be touched.

"Do you see how wet and eager she is, Ty? My little cum puppy's
cunt drools when she is embarrassed." Tameesha said.

"Yes, Mistress! You chose well!"

"She's a virgin, too. Her little cherry is just waiting to be
plucked." Tameesha said, walking over to the naked Katie,
stroking her hair, wiping a tear from the slave's cheek.

"Poor little cum puppy is crying! But your dirty little cunt is
drooling. If I measured the tears and the cunt drool, which would
be greater, cum puppy?"

"My cunt drool, Mistress." Katie whispered.

Tameesha slapped the younger girl's naked ass, making her jump
and squeal, her cunt squeezing around emptiness, forcing out more
wetness. "Louder, cum puppy! Bark your answers louder when I ask
you questions!"

"My cunt drool, Mistress!" Katie repeated, nearly shouting her
repeated reply.

"That's better! Now, get on your knees, slave!"

Katie knelt on the hard floor, feeling even smaller being down so
low. "Ty, my strong slave, you will strip now."

"Yes, Mistress!" Tyronne replied, reaching down to peel off the
giant-sized shirt over his torso.

Tameesha took Katie by the pigtails, yanking back and down,
forcing her face up, forcing her to pay attention as the boy
stripped.

Katie watched, blinking at tears of shame as Tyronne's big belly
and chest came into view. Unlike Katie he didn't turn his back as
he stripped. His skin was many shades darker than Tameesha's.
While her mistress had dark brown nipples on her creamy-coffee
skin Tyronne's were just a darker shade of black on the blackness
of his chest. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down over his
big bottom and thick thighs. Katie could see that his plain white
jockey underpants were tented out. He kicked off his shoes and
pulled the pants off before the socks. Finally came his moment of
unveiling. He shoved the tented underpants down.

Katie had seen the cock of the man who had been with her mother.
Tyronne's cock wasn't quite as long, but a little thicker around.
The deep, dark brown of his skin included his cock which was
swollen and bobbing as he moved, pushing up toward his big belly,
with some lighter shades around the swollen head. Beneath his
cock his balls hung, at least as large as the ones of the man who
had been with her mommy. His pubic hair was the same, tightly
kinked hair as on his head.

Katie noticed another detail. Something white wrapped around the
base of his cock and balls.

"Now, come over hee, Ty." Tameesha said.

Tyronne walked closer to where Katie knelt, his cock bobbing and
weaving like the head of a cobra on TV, rising from a basket.
Katie saw some clear fluid leaking from the tip, where there was
a slit. When he stopped the tip of his cock was less than an inch
from her lips.

"Look around the base of his cock and balls, girl." Tameesha
said.

Katie looked. There was something white. It looked like the same
sort of choker that rested on her neck, right down to the letter
T resting there against his skin.

"Yes, you see it, don't you? It's just like your slave collar,
only he wears his right there to remind him who owns his most
prized possession!" Tameesha giggled. "I wish I could brand you
both, right on your cunt or cock. Mine forever, then."

Katie shuddered, thinking of hot metal on her sensitive cunt.
Again her cunt squeezed around emptiness sending another flood of
wet down her inner thighs. She saw the clear fluid from Tyronne's
cock drip, replaced at the tip by another bead, drip off and then
another.

"Still afraid of his big, bad cock, little girl?" Tameesha asked.

"N... not afraid. As much, Mistress." Katie said, remembering to
speak louder.

"Oh, she's getting hot for it, Ty! She is going to be quite an
eager cocksucking slave cunt!"

Katie didn't want to do it, but the words, the sexual tension,
the whole atmosphere drove her to it. She moaned, feeling her
clit throbbing as she listened to the words. "Oh, are words
making you hornier, little slave cunt?" Tameesha said, stroking
her hair. "Ty, tell your slave sister how much you want to feel
her lips around your cock, do it dirty!"

Katie moaned again even before Tyronne could speak. She felt the
words as if they were stroking her clit on their way to her ears.

"I want to see you sucking my cock, little white slave cunt! I
want to feel you suck my cock, lick it all over like a lollipop!
I want to fuck your face like it was your cunt and pull out,
shoot my cum on your face!"

"Please, Mistress, please! May I cum?" Katie was moaning
steadily, rocking on her knees. The truth is she was humping
empty air with her wet cunt, wanting to be rubbing it, touching
it, anything.

The words had an effect on Tyronne's cock, too. The dripping had
resumed, making wet spots on the concrete floor of the garage
between his cock and her lips.

"Stick your tongue out, catch some of his pre-cum on your tongue.
Like catching raindrops on it!" Tameesha said, ignoring Katie's
desperate plea for a merciful orgasm.

Katie stuck out her tongue. The boy's cock hung so close to her
face the tip of her tongue was just beneath where the drops of
pre-cum were oozing out.

It was Tyronne's turn to moan, a deep, baritone rumble as his
brutish eyes stared into Katie's lust-strained face, mouth open,
tongue out, right in front of his cock. His cock dribbled
pre-cum, depositing it on Katie's waiting tongue.

Katie looked to Tameesha, keeping her tongue out as she felt the
drops, body- warm, beginning to trickle down her tongue toward
her mouth. She moaned louder, clenching her hands into fists in
an effort to keep them from heading straight to her aching,
needy, dripping wet cunt.

"Swallow it, girl! It's sort of salty, but not bad." Tameesha
said.

Katie drew her tongue back into her mouth, swallowed. She
realized a milestone had been passed. She was swallowing
something from Tyronne's cock. "Please, Mistress, have mercy on
me! I need to cum so bad!" Katie begged after swallowing.

"You'll cum when I let you and not one instant before, or you
will find out what real pain is!" Tameesha said. "Maybe you need
some help to distract you from pleasing your own wet fuckslot so
you remember you are here to please ME!"

Katie sobbed, turning back to face Tyronne's cock, but found no
relief from her desire by looking there. If anything she now felt
she wanted to feel it in her mouth. That was what would please
Mistress Tameesha, wasn't it?

Katie opened her mouth, leaning forward, felt the thick
shaft-head brushing her lips and ran her tongue along the
underside as she started to close her mouth around the head.

She felt her pigtails being yanked back, hard, forcing her to
squeal in pain.

"How DARE you suck his cock without direct permission from me!
His cock is MINE! Your mouth is MINE! The two go together when I
tell you!" Tameesha said, yanking again on the pigtails. "Get me
a rope! This cock-pig is going to learn to obey!"

Tyronne moved away as Tameesha shoved Katie's head down, grabbing
her arms, yanking them behind her back. Katie began to sob. She
had disappointed Tameesha and should be punished. She was a
filthy little fuckslave and needed Tameesha's discipline to be
better behaved.

The rope around her wrists was a blessing. It put her hands out
of range of her cunt and reminded her of her place. Tears poured
from her eyes. "Please punish me, Mistress! Please hurt me for
being a bad slave!"

"Oh, you don't have to beg for punishment when you are a bad
slave. But keep doing it! I love to hear your greedy cock-sucker
mouth beg for my pain!"

When Tameesha finished lashing Katie's wrists together behind her
back she ordered Tyronne to help her to her feet. She led the way
through the house, a fully clothed girl-mistress with two naked
slaves in her own domain. She went to her room and pulled the
desk chair from the desk. "Sit her naked ass here. No, hold on.
Let me put down a towel first. She'll slobber cunt drool all over
it if I don't!"

When the chair had a big, fluffy towel on the cushion Katie was
forced down on it. More rope went around her knees and then tied
to the legs of the chair, forcing her legs wide, fully exposing
her wet, bald cunt. With her arms behind her the position made
her tiny tits stick out, the nipples aching stiff.

Tameesha pulled her own skirt up, reaching under and pushed her
panties down, stepping out of them. "Open your cock-sucking
mouth!" Without waiting to see if Katie would obey the older girl
pushed the wet crotch of the panties into Katie's face. The older
girl's panties were shoved in, stuffing the smaller girl's mouth
with the flavor of Tameesha's wetness. Katie sucked at the flavor
of her mistress' heaven-sent pussy.

"You love that flavor, don't you, greedy cum-sucker? Well, I feel
a generous mood coming on. I'm going to flavor Ty's cock for you,
so when I DO let you suck it you'll enjoy it. But, before I do
that I'm going to make sure you don't enjoy watching me do it too
much!"

Tameesha went to her nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling
something out. She came back to where Katie waited, tied helpless
to the chair. When she stood before Katie she revealed what she
held.

Clothespins. A large handful of them. Katie looked from the
plastic spring clips to Tameesha, seeing the bright smile turned
cruel as she drew one out of the bundle.

The dark fingers pinched the end of the clothespin, opening the
plastic jaws. Katie could see ridges cast into the hard plastic,
tooth-like. She kept her eyes on the open end of the clothespin
as Tameesha lowered it between her wide-spread thighs. She felt
Tameesha pinch her left outer cunt lip and hold it as the
clothespin moved closer and closer. Then she felt the plastic
jaws on her cunt lip.

Then Katie screamed into the panties filling her mouth. She bit
down on them, screaming and thrashing in the chair as the plastic
teeth bit into her sensitive cunt lip. Shaking in pain she gasped
for air through her nose, finding Tyronne's big hands on her
small shoulders, making sure she stayed in the chair and the
chair stayed upright. Between her legs Tameesha already had a
grip on her right cunt lip and held an open clothespin.

Katie begged with her eyes. She begged through her panty-gagged
mouth. She begged not to feel another of those mean clothespins
biting down on her cunt but none of the begging was heeded. She
screamed again as this one bit down, doubling her pain.

Tameesha glowed with pleasure. She peeled up her top and cast it
aside, then got out of her bra. "Ty, get me some string from the
desk!" Tameesha unhooked and lowered her skirt, her own naked
body now revealed before her two slaves, her dark-fleshed pussy
wet.

Tyronne handed her the string and Tameesha bent, running the
string through loops on the ends of the clothespins, tying them
to the string. She ran out a section of string from the chair to
the bed and then broke the string off. She came back to where
Katie sobbed, breathing in ragged, pain-filled gasps through her
nose.

This time Tameesha put the string down and picked up two
clothespins. Katie whimpered, shaking her head. Her sight of the
clothespins blurred with tears as they streamed down her cheeks.
She wasn't sure where mistress was going to put them, but she
would have bet it would hurt.

"Hold her little tits still for me, Ty, dear."

Tyronne's big fingers grabbed the small, budding breasts, locking
Katie's chest in place by his grip on them, squeezing them hard.
Now Katie didn't have to guess where the next clothespins would
go. The targets were clear. Her sensitive, erect nipples.

Katie felt the bites hitting her nipples and bucked on the chair.
Only Tyronne's grip on her tits kept her from knocking the chair
over. He kept her immobilized until the bucking slowed. Each
breath now seemed to keep the fire in her nipples alive, fanning
the flaming pain of the plastic jaws crushing her nipples.

"There, that should do." Tameesha said.

Katie blinked at tears, seeing that strings had been tied to the
clothespins on her nipples as the string was stretched toward the
bed, as well.

"On the bed, Tyronne, face up."

"Yes, Mistress!" Tyronne said, rushing to the bed, it sagged
beneath his weight as he lay down, face up on top of it. His
erect cock stuck up like a short flag pole.

Katie watched as Tameesha mounted the bed, straddling the huge
boy's waist, facing toward Katie. Her eyes widened as Tameesha
grasped the hard cock and raised herself over it, guiding her
pussy over the throbbing member and then putting it between her
shaved lips.

Tameesha moaned loud as she sank her weight driving the hard cock
up inside her pussy. "You... you don't know what you are
missing... yet.... virgin slave! Fucking... sweet pain in your
cunt!" Tameesha gasped as she finally sank the full length into
her wet pussy. She then began to raise and lower her wet pussy on
the huge boy's hard cock.

"Makes... makes it look yummy.... doesn't it, cum puppy? Wet...
mistress juice.... dripping all over this... hard cock! Oh! Love
looking.... at you.... suffering. Sing... sing for... me!"
Tameesha tugged on the strings connected to the clothespins on
Katie's cunt and nipples.

Katie squealed into the panties filling her mouth. She squealed
and sobbed, tears dripping from her cheeks onto her stretched and
tortured tits. She could see her mistress riding Tyronne's cock,
but she felt the sight only as further torture. She had to endure
pain while Tyronne had the pleasure of his cock buried into
Tameesha even deeper than Katie could push her tongue.

"Not gonna... hold out... long. Sweet... tortured slavecunt...
music!" Tameesha said, beginning to pump her pussy up and down on
Tyronne's cock faster. "Sorry... Ty... don't cum...with mistress.
Save... IT! OH GOD! SUFFER FOR MEEEEE!"

Tameesha yanked on the strings, hard. The clothespins bit,
twisted in place, then jerked free of Katie's flesh. Each one a
bright, burning hot explosion of molten pain stabbing through her
flesh. Katie's high-pitched scream of pain competed in volume
with Tameesha's cry of satiating lust. Tyronne's stifled groans
of lust denied weren't even close to matching the other two in
volume.

Tameesha stayed on top of Tyronne as she finished cumming, then
gasped as she rose up, letting his cock slip free, the black
flesh glistening with her juice.

"Up, Ty, get up. Time to feed our cock-pig!" Tameesha said,
crawling off the bed. Katie burned in the private world of agony
caused by four clothespins snapping off her body from four very
sensitive places. She didn't realize that attention had shifted
to her until Tameesha yanked her head back by her pigtails,
tugging at the panties stuffed into her mouth.

Tyronne managed to get off the bed, his black cock harder than
ever. He walked in front of the chair Katie was tied to.

"Straddle her, Ty. Since she was so eager to suck when she was on
her knees I want to control her better. Won't be as much a blow
job, but she will learn what it means to be mouth-fucked!"
Tameesha said, moving behind Katie.

With Tameesha behind her, Katie was faced with the vision of
Tyronne and his cock. She could see and smell the cunt juices
glistening on his cock, balls and thighs from Tameesha riding him
to orgasm. The pain in her cunt and nipples had eased enough to
become less than agony and served now only to make her need for a
cum increase.

"Open your mouth, little cock-sucker!" Tameesha said, still
holding Katie by the pigtails. Katie wondered why and then
realized she couldn't turn her head. She opened her mouth
obediently.

"Take charge of her 'handles', Ty!" Tameesha said. She left the
holding of Katie's hair to her male slave and dashed away to a
drawer in the desk.

Katie was once more looking directly at the pulsating, bulging
cock of Tameesha's male slave. He had a hold of her hair at the
pigtails and her mouth was open. Why were they stopped?

Lack of orders or permission.

A flash made Katie want to turn her head, but Tyronne's grip on
her hair jerked her head back to face his cock. Instead she had
to turn her eyes as far as possible to look out of the corner.
Tameesha had a camera and was taking pictures!

"Beautiful! My little cum-puppy's first mouth-fucking! I'm so
proud, I should show these all over school!" Tameesha said.

Katie wanted to ask if she were serious. She wanted to beg her
not to take the pictures. She wanted to...

It didn't matter what she wanted. What came out of Katie's open
mouth was a low, guttural moan of humiliation and lust. She
looked up at Tyronne's face as the camera flashed a few more
times. He looked down at her. She couldn't read the feelings in
his eyes, but the pre-cum was dribbling from his cock again,
dribbling onto her tummy. Katie moaned again, feeling it,
remembering its taste, the feel of his cock on her lips and
tongue.

"Now, start feeding cock-pig your meat, Ty. Not too much at
first. Time enough to choke her later. Make her suck it for now."

Tyronne complied, his cock pushing forward, between Katie's open
lips, sliding across her tongue. Katie moaned as the humiliating
moment arrived. Tyronne shoving his cock into her mouth.

"That's one for the yearbook! Extra-curricular, intramural,
interracial cock- sucking! Close your lips around his cock,
little slave cock--pig. Suck it!" Tameesha said, still snapping
images with her camera.

Katie did close her lips around Tyronne, though there wasn't much
room to close around. She did, indeed, taste the familiar flavor
of her mistress's cunt. Other flavors and smells, too. She
moaned, closing her eyes as she sucked the head and first couple
of inches of Tyronne's cock.

"Tell her what will feel good, Ty. You are the one attached to
your cock. I just own it!" Tameesha said, laughing.

"Lick it. Underneath. Yeah, like that!" Tyronne said. He groaned
as Katie tried to do as he instructed, so she guessed she was
doing something right. "Now, run your tongue around the outside
and across the slit. Yeah!" His hips bucked, thrusting the fat,
meaty pole deeper, filling her mouth before moving back.

"Now, suck it! Suck it hard, slave cunt!" Tyronne said.
Katie sucked hard enough to pull her cheeks in, caressing the
sides of the fat cock as it worked in and out of her mouth,
pushing in, filling it. She realized it could hit the back of her
throat. Her eyes were wide and fearful as she turned them toward
her mistress. She was sure Tameesha didn't want her gagging on
this boy's cock.

"Deeper, Ty! Throat-fuck the little cock pig!" Tameesha urged,
still shooting pictures. "I want to see those balls on her white
girl chin!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

Katie felt the tip of the cock pressing deeper, saw the boy's
chubby pubis moving up closer, his fat belly overhanging. She
could smell a metallic muskiness, so very different from
Tameesha's more erotic aroma.

Katie began to gag. It wasn't the smell but the feeling of the
boy's cock against the back of her throat. Reflex took over; she
opened her mouth wide, trying to cough it out.

"Fuck her throat, Ty! I want to hear her choke!"

"Yes! MISTRESS!" Tyronne's voice was loud, enthusiastic as his
cock pumped in and out, driving into Katie's gagging, coughing,
choking throat. He grunted as he thrust, no longer looking at the
sight of the helpless white girl tied to the chair. "Please,
Mistress! Please, your slave needs to shoot!"

"Pull out, paint her little cock pig face with your cum!"

Katie felt him pull out of her mouth, gasping for breath, mouth
wide open still as the boy's black cock erupted. She saw the
first spurt eject from the slit where the pre-cum had dripped.
Then she couldn't see. The first spurt had hit her in the eyes.

Katie blinked, feeling something hot and sticky oozing down her
cheeks, then more and more, on the bridge of her nose, on her
upper lip. More of it landed on her tongue, her mouth open for
air and to cry out.

"FANFUCKINGTASTIC! Wonderful shot, Ty! I got it all right here,
my cum puppy's first facial!" Tameesha said. "I'm going to cum so
much to these tonight!"

Katie finally blinked enough to clear her vision, though her eyes
were blurry with tears, stinging a bit. Tyronne's cock was still
jumping, but seemed to have spent the force behind his eruption.
The last few drops oozed from the tip, dripping down to land on
her chest between her breasts.

She saw Tameesha, holding the camera up, aiming it.

"Cum, little cock pig, cum with his cock dripping from your
face!"

Katie screamed, obeying the command, body jerking, shaking, hips
pumping her wet, empty slit up into vacant air. She was naked,
tied up, with a boy's cum dripping off her face, on her tongue.
She blew apart into a billion pieces, the peak lasting so long
she wasn't sure it would ever stop.

She slumped in the chair, dazed, gasping for air, shaking all
over when she finally came down.

Katie came back to reality feeling a tongue on her face. She felt
it licking up the cum Tyronne had shot onto her face. The tongue
was wet and warm. She turned toward the licking, opening her
mouth, wanting to kiss Tameesha. The tongue thrust into her
mouth, coated with even more of the thick, sticky stuff than was
on her tongue already. The tongue was also too wide to be
Tameesha's.

She jerked, realizing it was Tyronne. His big face, with tiny,
pig like eyes was right there. His thick tongue was in her mouth,
feeding the cum from her face right into her mouth.

"Kiss him back, girl. Suck that cum down into your belly!"
Tameesha said, another click, another photo of Katie's
degradation going into the camera.

Katie did, her mind spinning. It wasn't the same as kissing
Tameesha. Tyronne couldn't kiss as well as the older girl. She
sucked at the tongue, tasting the saltiness of the sticky stuff.
It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't heaven sent like Tameesha's
pussy juice.

"Okay, Ty, stand up. Let her get some air." Tameesha said, taking
a cable from the back of the computer and plugging it into the
camera. "I'm going to download these so I can use the camera some
more."

Tyronne rose from his knees in front of Katie, moving back. Katie
gulped at air, shivering, feeling her perspiring, tired body
cooling in the room. Her wrists burned in the rope still tied
around them, her thighs burned from straining against the ropes
and from bucking her hips so much as she was made to cum without
being touched.

How many times had she cum without touching? Twice? She'd only
learned about cumming a couple of days ago, but seemed longer.
Now she was cumming only from being told to do it. Well, there
was more than being told to do it, but still…

"Mistress! May a slave make a suggestion?" Tyronne spoke up.
Katie looked up at him. He'd never spoken out of turn. Was this
how Tameesha wanted to be told something when she hadn't asked
for the words?

"Yes, Ty, dear?"

"Mistress, pictures are good. Video is better… and more useful."
Tyronne smiled in a way that made Katie feel he was saying
something he knew she didn't know.

"Oh, Ty! You are a clever slave! Yes, I think the video camera
should come next. Well, I don't know if it will cum… But I know
some others who will!" Tameesha laughed at the small joke,
Tyronne chuckled, his big belly bouncing above his now soft cock.

Katie struggled to find a way to object. Were they really going
to use a video camera on her? The pictures were bad enough! Video
would be…

She shuddered, still tied to the chair. Even after having just
cum she could still feel her cunt reacting to the idea of being
on video tape. Her mind hated the idea, afraid of who might see
it. Her cunt wanted the video made, and seen.

Warm, soft fingers on her tear and cum-stained face brought her
eyes up, looking into the dark brown eyes of Tameesha.

"What do you think, cum puppy? Does that drooling little cunt of
yours want Ty to go get the video camera?"

Katie blushed, ears burning red. After all she had done today, in
the previous days, this forced her to blush. She wanted to deny
it, but knew she would be found out. She was willing to admit the
idea made her cunt wet, but her mind refused to form the words.

Tameesha became impatient, switching from caressing her cheek to
yanking on her hair. "I asked you a question, slave! IS your
little cunt WET?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Oh, such a hot blush! Is little cum puppy embarrassed? Afraid to
have a tape that shows what a filthy little cum slave she really
is?"

"YES, MISTRESS!" Katie said, her voice cracking into sobs.

"Ty, get the camera. My little cum puppy is going to make a video
that shows her true nature. A wet slut who gets wetter when she
is embarrassed!"

Ty left the room, returning with a small video camera bag, he
removed the camera from the bag and set it up for beginning.

"Start off with a fade in on her. Face first, then pan back to
show her body."

Ty was silent, working the camera, aiming it at Katie. She stared
at the lens, hypnotized the way she read that snakes hypnotize
birds. She wanted to turn her face away, but couldn't. All she
could do was feel the power of the shame coming from the small
machine as it whirred in Ty's hands.

"What is your name?"

Katie glanced at Tameesha, finally able to look away from the
camera. "K… Katie, Mistress."

"How old are you?"

"Twelve, Mistress."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"But we can see that you have a very, very wet cunt, little girl.
Why is that? Are you a slutty little cum puppy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, what, what was it I called you? What are you?"

"I am a slu…slutty little cu… cum puppy." Katie said. Her body
shuddered as she said the words, her gaze having returned to the
camera lens.

"Did your cunt just drool some MORE, cum puppy?"

"YES, MISTRESS!" Tears now slid down Katie's cheek, dripping onto
her breasts as she felt a fresh wave of wetness coating the
spread lips of her bald little cunt.

"Get a close up of the cum puppy cunt drool."

Ty worked the video camera as directed, using the zoom lens to
focus in tight on the hairless little mound and the wetness
oozing from inside the girl.

"I see marks on your cunt. Some old, some new. Looks like someone
whipped you on your cunt, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Did you get wet when you were whipped there? Did you cum from
it?"

"Yes, Mistress!" The memory of the pain, the searing, burning
pain, flooded back into her. She felt her hips rise, thrusting
out, begging to be touched, dry-humping empty air.

"You are getting turned on remembering your cunt whipping, little
pain pig, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"You admit you are a pain pig, don't you? Tell us what you are."

"I am a pain… pig! OH, GOD, MISTRESS!"

"Pan out, show her cunt and her face. Do you need to cum, little
pain pig?"

"YES, MISTRESS!"

"Don't you dare, cunt! You'll wait until you are allowed to cum!"

Katie sobbed, her hips pumping in the air, wetness dripping from
her cunt onto the already soaked towel. She knew she wouldn't cum
without permission, but she was so close that her body wouldn't
stop trying.

"That towel under you looks awful wet. Where did all that wetness
come from, little cunt?"

"Inside me, Mistress. Drool from my cunt!"

"You keep calling me mistress. Are you owned, little cum puppy?
Does someone make you do dirty things, take pain, suck cock, eat
pussy?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Would you ever disobey your mistress? Would you ever try to stop
her from using you, or having you used?"

"No, Mistress!" Katie shook her head, her little breasts bouncing
back and forth as she shook her head, the pony tails flipping
back and forth, too.

"So you are a dirty little slave, aren't you? Just a fucktoy?"

"YES! FUCKTOY! MISTRESS' FUCKTOY!" Katie was crying out, yelling
her responses. The shame of being filmed doing this and the
effect of the filthy words had her ready to tumble over the edge.
She longed for a chance to cum. Her body was a single knot of
orgasmic tension at the breaking point. She only lacked
permission.

"Fade out and pause."

Tameesha waited while Ty did as ordered. Katie glanced from the
camera down the naked male slave's body. She could see that she
wasn't the only one turned on. His cock was once more hard.

"Give me the camera, then straddle the chair again, but don't let
the greedy cock pig suck! Not until I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress!" Tyronne said. He moved closer to Katie, once
more standing with his hard cock in front of her face.

Tameesha worked the camera now. Katie watched as it focused on
her again, Tameesha standing to one side so she could catch the
girl's face and the hard, fat cock hanging in front of her lips.

"Do you like that black cock, Katie?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Beg it to go into your mouth. Use dirty words. Beg the fat cock
to fuck your face."

"Please, please let me suck it!" Katie said. She was lost in a
haze of lust, unable to feel anything but the pleasure of talking
dirty and the need to cum. She lost track of being distrustful of
Tyronne, of being afraid of the boy and her Mistress giving him
first place over her. She was too turned on to feel anything
other than the terrible, tortuous, burning need for release.

"You can do better than that, little girl! I expect a filthy
little cunt like you can make really dirty sentences. Or she
could be doing without permission to cum!"

Katie got the message. Talk dirty. Very, very dirty. Yes, it
burned her clit to say the words without being able to cum, but
she wouldn't be able to cum without saying them.

"Feed my cock hungry mouth with that black meat! Shove it into my
face hard! Use my mouth! FUCK my MOUTH! GAG ME ON COCK! I NEED
IT!"

"Go on, feed the greedy little cock pig!"

Tyronne didn't hesitate, his blunt cock pierced her lips, shoving
into her mouth and pushing deep. Katie surprised herself by the
noises she made at the invasion. She moaned around the cock. She
sucked at the length of it, trying to pull it in deeper. She
wanted to feel it fucking her mouth, using her mouth. She needed
it.

Yes, because Tameesha wanted to film her acting dirty, but not
just that. She was so needy to cum she wanted to act in as
disgusting a manner as possible to satisfy her own craving.

Tyronne's hands went to her pony tails, gripping them tight
again. His hips started pumping, fucking his fat cock in and out
of her face while Tameesha shot live action video, the camera
catching the wet slurping, sucking noises of Katie's mouth on the
black cock.

"Greedy little twelve year-old cock pig! You love having your
face fucked, don't you? You love having black cock use your mouth
like a cunt! Isn't that what you are, all over? One needy,
aching, wet little cunt?"

Katie squealed around the meat in her mouth, then gagged, hearing
the words lash her ears. Her body recorded the feel of the words
like a tongue on her hyper- excited clit. Tyronne's balls were
hitting her chin now, her throat was open, barely gagging as he
shoved into her mouth, down into her throat.

"Pull out, jack off on her face. Katie, what's the single worst
word to call you? Tell us that you are that word and when you say
it, say it loud. When you say it you can cum.

Katie's mind heard the instructions. She gasped for air as the
cock pulled out of her mouth. She turned her face toward the
camera, now lost in the promise of being able to cum.

"I'M"

Tyronne's cock erupted, spurting the thick white stuff on the
side of her face, but she kept going.

"A"

More cum spurted, this time across her lips as she spoke. She had
to speak one more word, the worst thing she could be called. The
one she didn't want to say, even to herself. She knew exactly the
word.

She could feel the tension building, her entire body drum-tight,
eyes wild with need.

"WHORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

Katie screamed the word, her body releasing, shaking, convulsing,
her empty, virgin cunt clamping down on itself, wetness drizzling
out of her, onto the towel beneath her body.

More cum spurted, landing in her open, screaming mouth. She
continued screaming until there was no breath left in her lungs,
but still couldn't stop. Her body shook, bowed up off the chair,
her tummy a massive knot, breaking, splintering her emotions and
thoughts.

She could feel the orgasm from her hair to her toes. Every fiber
of her body was a lit fuse and it was burning toward her,
igniting the powder keg within her.
Tyronne pushed his cock, still pumping cum, back into her mouth
as Tameesha caught the scene of Katie cumming, cum-stained face,
black cock penetrating her pink lips.

"God, this is so fucking hot! I need to cum! Ty, take the
camera!"

The boy's fat cock was withdrawn as he took the camera. Katie was
rocked by aftershocks of her orgasm while the two older kids
changed places.

She felt more than saw Tameesha tugging at the ropes. In her
haste to get Katie free of the chair the older girl couldn't wait
to untie the tight knots. Obtaining a small knife from her desk
she sawed through the ropes, finally letting Katie's widely
stretched thighs ease together. Katie moaned as the sore muscles
tried to relax, in pain from the tension.

"On your knees, whore slave! You are going to make me cum now!
Ty, make sure to get this! We'll edit out what shows my face
later."

Katie could barely kneel, but had to. Tameesha used the ponytails
of hair as handles, dragging her off the saturated towel, onto
the floor, positioned on her knees. The older girl's shaved cunt
wet, the dark skinned inner thighs coated with the thin, precious
juices of Katie's mistress.

"You love licking cunt, to, don't you? You love to eat cunt, have
your face buried in wet, juicy pussy folds!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Katie managed to stammer out, her body still
shaking from the force of her orgasm, her innocent face still
wearing the dripping, cooling remains of Tyronne's cum.

"Such a helpless little cum puppy, you are only worth anything
when pleasing cock or cunt, taking pain or being used, isn't that
right?"

"Yes, Mistress! Please let me lick your beautiful cunt! Make me
lick you!" Katie was feeling stronger now, but her mind hadn't
returned to normal, couldn't resist adding to the humiliation she
felt. Having gone over the edge so far she hadn't yet made it
back to being able to fight the need to act on her worst desires.
A small part of her mind cringed at hearing her self say these
things, but it wasn't in charge. The afterglow of her orgasm left
her pliant, willing to do or say anything to please Tameesha or
Tyronne.

Tameesha complied, yanking the smaller girl's face into her wet
cunt, moaning out loud as she felt the girl's face against her
wet, burning cunt lips, experienced the tongue that plowed into
her depths.

Katie felt Tameesha yanking on the ponytails, not letting the
smaller girl do the work, but merely using her face as a means of
cumming. Over and over the darker girl's wet cunt mashed against
her mouth and nose. Katie kept licking, slurping at the feast of
Tameesha's juices that ran down her cheeks, dripped to her small
breasts.

"Lick, little girl! Shove that whore tongue up my dripping wet
fuck hole! You filthy little cunt-licker! I'm going to ride your
face so hard! Fuck your face. FUCK YOUR FACE! AGGGH!"

Tameesha ground her cunt against Katie's mouth, tongue shoved
deep inside. Katie felt her mistress' cunt squeezing the tongue,
trying to milk it. The older girl's cunt suddenly started
gushing. An acrid stream of fluid sprayed over Katie's nose,
eyes, cheeks.

Tameesha shuddered, still pulling hard on Katie's hair as she
experienced a female ejaculation, the fluid of the paraurethral
glands erupting on the slave girl's face. The fluid, not entirely
urine, not the same as the lubricating wetness from inside, hit
Katie hard, even jetting up her nose. She coughed, blinking as
some spattered into her eyes, burning. She felt it filling her
mouth, unable to swallow with her tongue stuck out, some
trickling down, further causing her to cough.

Tameesha released her hair, staggering back, falling to the edge
of the bed, falling back on top of it. "Oh, god, didn't know I
could have one of those from cunt licking!"

Katie wondered if Tameesha had peed on her face. It smelled sort
of like that. She thought she had pee in her mouth and started to
spit, but then swallowed. She'd tasted the saltiness of a few
drops of Tameesha's piss before. She knew her mistress wouldn't
want to see her spit out this bounty.

She still felt the hot liquid dripping from her cheeks as she
looked up, saw Tyronne with the camera. A big grin split his dark
lips, white teeth shining with a glint behind the lens.