Carson Street Bully Ch. 02
Author's Note: This may well be the last chapter that I will post of this doomed series given the low voting score of the first one, an indicator which I interpret as the readers are not looking for reluctance, but more for non-consensual stories, which mine are not. But as this is mostly written already, it shall be completed and submitted. I'll see how this fares and decide what to do afterwards.
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this fictional story are at or above the age of eighteen.
Crystal thought she was being clever when she locked herself inside of the apartment just after her mom left for work. After all, how could anybody know that she was actually still inside? She hadn't mentioned anything to her mom about what had happened, but Crystal was scared. She hated that bully and her slaves. So she thought of hiding out all day at home and hope for the best.
Deciding against turning on the TV, afraid somebody might be able to hear it, she instead laid in bed and looked through several fashion magazines. Her eyes glanced at the clock periodically, watching as the time approached nine. That was the time when Mistress Brenda ordered her to meet the others by the pool. Her heart began pounding as the hour approached much too quickly.
Her nipples were still sore from yesterday. That red-headed bitch had been very mean to her, and for no good reason either. And selling her to that man for sixty dollars? She was still outraged by all that had happened yesterday, but she was also quite frightened. So instead she would hide in the apartment and hope for the best.
"Come on out, my slave, you're late!" a muffled voice, her muffled voice, called out after banging on the door. "You have ten minutes. Any longer and we'll be back. Don't think this door will stop me next time either, because it won't, and you'll be sorry!"
Crystal cringed at hearing the determination in her voice. But the bitch couldn't break in, could she? How could the Misstress know that she was home? Crystal was beside herself with nervous apprehension as she tried to figure out what to do. Was she better off hiding in the apartment or going outside to face her?
She couldn't run forever -- the way she saw it she either had to surrender herself to Mistress Brenda and become one of her slaves, or she had to stand up against her. But at the moment she wasn't prepared to do either, and so she decided to hide, hoping it would work, at least for today. She'd face her tomorrow, and maybe by then she'd have come up with a plan of some kind.
Outside, the Mistress was clearly growing angry. "You talk to her, Mel, you're her last shot. Make her understand, or when I get my hands on her I'll make her sorry for being born!"
The fear was readily apparent in Melanie's eyes, which brought a smirk to the redhead. She loved it when her slaves were scared, because scared slaves were obedient slaves. But not Crystal, not yet at any rate. But she'd soon fall into line and the Mistress would get to add a third to her little empire. The apartment complex wasn't much, but it was hers, and she ruled over it with an iron first.
"Crystal, it's me, Melanie," she called out in a nervous, hesitant tone. "Please don't do this, it'll only make things worse. Come on, we all know you're in there. We saw your mom when she left, and she was alone. Hiding in there isn't the answer. I've been honest with you, I know you believe me when I tell you things. Please, for your own good, for all of our good, open up and come on out."
When the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the door, a smile tugged at Brenda's lips as she saw herself reigning in this new arrival and making her understand who made the rules around there.
But instead of hearing the door being unlocked, Crystal instead shouted back, "Go away! Leave me alone. If you try breaking in I'll call the police. I'm not one of you and I never will be, you got that straight?"
Mistress Brenda's anger flared. "You just wait until school starts up, because then I'll be showing everybody those videos of you acting like the lesbian that you are! You won't have a social life around here anymore. You have no idea how mean I can be, not yet. This is your last chance."
When they received no further response the Mistress herded the others away from the door and issued her orders. "I'll stay here to make sure she doesn't try and make a run for it. Mel, you take Candy down to the manager's office and get the spare key from him."
Candy was quick to shake her head as a horrified expression surfaced. "Please don't make us, Mistress. He'll want us to do things in exchange for a favor like that."
The Mistress didn't allow his slaves to wear bras, it made it more difficult to quickly grab their nipples. Without hesitation she grabbed one of Candy's, squeezing and twisting on it sharply until her cries of painful protest could be heard. The redhead grinned as she inflicted her favorite punishment.
"I don't think I heard you right, slave," the Mistress announced. "Care to repeat that?"
As a pained look appeared on her reddening face she nodded, barely managing to whisper, "Yes, my Mistress, anything you say."
After letting go the Mistress said, "That's what I thought. Okay, get going, and get back here with that key as soon as you can. If you keep me waiting too long you know what'll happen."
Crystal stood at the locked door and listened intently, wondering what they were doing now. Knowing how Brenda was she'd be pretty mad about now. Crystal knew she was pressing her luck by defying her, but what other choice did she really have? She wanted nothing to do with those girls. After a minute or two, when silence prevailed, Crystal decided she was safe for the moment and returned to her bedroom.
Now, with no more need to hide the fact that she was home, she turned on her radio and listened to her favorite music. While lying down on the bed she tried to figure a way out of this mess that she'd had the misfortune of stumbling upon. Why her, and why now? Would Brenda actually be mean enough to post the sex videos where the other students could see them and destroy her life here before it even had a chance to get started?
* * * * *
"What took you two so long?" Mistress Brenda angrily snapped when her two slaves finally made it back after nearly a half hour had elapsed. "I was getting tired of waiting."
"We couldn't help it, he wouldn't give it to us until we did what he wanted us to do," Melanie was the first to speak up.
"Oh, and what was that?" the redhead pressed them. It was no secret that the middle-aged, balding manager, who was a real loser to start with, was also sexually perverted. "Tell me what he wanted this time."
Melanie and Candy shared a hesitant glance, Candy silently pleading Melanie not to tell. But Melanie knew what would happen if she didn't, or worse yet, if she got caught in a lie.
Melanie did the only thing she really could. "He made us take our clothes off and bend over the back of his couch. Then he took out a jar of lube and got our asses all slippery, put on a condom, and fucked us both up the ass. He took turns with each of us until he finally came," Melanie confessed, sharing the dirty secret.
The Mistress actually looked pleased as a smile crossed her face and widened. "So which one of your asses did he cum inside?"
The two slaves shared another glance, that pleading look appearing in Candy's eyes once more. This time their Mistress saw it and used the opportunity to twist on Candy's closest nipple again, causing her to briefly wince.
"Keep quiet, Melanie, I need Candy to tell me what happened," Mistress Brenda instructed. "Speak up, slave. And if you lie Melanie will tell me, so don't even think about it."
"He came in my ass, Mistress," Candy admitted, cognizant of the thumb and forefinger still maintaining a grip on the aching nipple, but at the moment not harshly. "He pulled out, took the condom off, turned it inside out, and rubbed his cum all over Melanie's tits."
The Mistress noted as a redness came over Candy's face, making her curious as to what happened after. "And then? Don't make me ask you again, not if you know what's good for you."
"He made me lick it off," Candy finished the twisted story of sexual perversion with a disgusted look on her face, obviously distressed by the act she'd been forced to commit.
This caused the redhead to burst out into laughter. "I wish I'd been there to watch. If nothing else he is creative, I have to admit. He treated you two like the slaves that you are. Okay, give me the key and let's treat Crystal to the punishment she deserves. If not for her you two wouldn't have had to go through that," she added, pitting the slaves against the new girl in hopes of gaining their cooperation.
Returning to Crystal's apartment door Brenda hesitated before unlocking it. With a devious grin on her face she looked at Melanie and ordered, "Get the strap-on out of my bedroom and bring it to me. Seems like a little payback might be in order for you two. Bring the jar of lube too."
Melanie scampered away and quickly returned, breathing heavily after sprinting down the stairs and halfway around the complex to where her Mistress lived, and then back up. As commanded she returned with a medium-sized strap-on vibrator and a small jar of petroleum jelly. The redhead loved doing mean things to her slaves, especially the new ones, and Crystal deserved nothing less for her open display of disobedience.
"Be quiet, it sounds like Crystal's listening to music in her bedroom so I think we might be able to surprise her," Mistress Brenda cautioned her two companions, who obediently nodded.
Quietly inserting the key into the deadbolt, slowly turning, Brenda moved the lock into the open position, enabling their covert entry. She noiselessly swung the door open and the three girls entered, Brenda taking the time to re-engage the lock behind them, preventing Crystal's escape if she somehow managed to get loose.
Any sounds warning of their approach were drowned out by the music. They were all familiar with the cookie-cutter layout of the apartments and moments later they were standing around Crystal's bed, the redhead at the foot, Melanie on the left, with Candy on the right. Crystal was laying there, her slender body twisting in rhythm to the music, her eyes closed, oblivious to the looming threat the unwelcome visitors posed.
When the Mistress gave the signal her two slaves pinned Crystal's arms to the bed. The girl flinched as her eyes snapped open, her eyes filled with the shock of fear and surprise.
"No-o-o-o-o-o-o!" Crystal cried out.
The two slaves were not happy having gone through what they did on account of her actions and so Melanie sharply slapped Crystal across the face to silence her oral protest. This brought the new girl back to reality and she fell silent, looking up at them in turn with desperation in her eyes.
"You should have come out when you had the chance," the Mistress told her. "You can't hide from me, not around here. You really thought you could keep me out?" For effect Brenda flashed her the manager's spare key. "People around here, even the adults, they do what I tell them to. They all fear me. And you will too, sooner or later. And until you do I'll make you regret fighting me.
"My two slaves had to do things to get this key, all because you wouldn't follow the rules. Now they're going to show you what the manager did to them. Bring her into the living room and bend her over the couch, just like you had to do, and you can give her what the manager gave you."
Crystal didn't go easily but the slaves pulled and dragged her out of the bedroom and down a short hall to the front of the apartment where the living room was situated. All too quickly the girl found herself being bent over the back of the couch.
"There's no place to run to," the Mistress warned Crystal. "Fight me any more and you'll only be punished more harshly. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
Crystal, who was doing all she could to fight back her tears, nodded vigorously. Afterwards the slaves released their firm grip on her arms but the Mistress was still wary of her cornered prey. Bending down, hands moving under Crystal's waist, the redhead roughly tugged the front of her shorts open before pulling them, along with her panties, off of her body.
"What are you going to do?" the helpless girl nervously questioned.
"Your Mistress is going to give you what you've earned."
Unfastening a thin leather belt that Brenda kept around her waist for precisely such occasions, she pulled it free of the loops before doubling it over. Moving to Crystal's left side she began sharply striking her firm, shapely ass. Each swing landed the belt across both cheeks with a loud smacking sound accompanied by Crystal's gasps of surprised pain. The next rapidly followed the previous, not giving Crystal any time to recover, the miserable stinging sensations quickly building.
The Mistress wasn't satisfied until the new slave was quietly crying and her ass was crisscrossed with angry red stripes. Only then did she stop, returning the belt to her shorts and fastening it. This also gave Crystal an opportunity to catch her breath and silently consider why she was receiving this promised punishment.
Looking over at Melanie, the Mistress gestured for the container of lubricant. Dipping an index finger into the thick jelly she removed a glob of the clear substance. After motioning for Candy to pull Crystal's ass cheeks apart she began smearing the cool jelly over her anus.
"Because you wouldn't open the door for us I had to send Melanie and Candy to the manager's office to get the spare key," the Mistress explained. "But he wouldn't just hand it over. No, he needed them to do something for him. Do you know what he made them do?"
Crystal swallowed hard as she quickly realized whatever he did to them was about to happen to her. With her heart now pounding, mind racing, she tried to form the words she knew the Mistress wanted her to speak.
"B-B-Bend them over the couch, and he sc-sc-screwed them in their butts?" she nervously answered, her voice uncertain as she asked more than told her what he'd done to them.
Crystal couldn't see the wide smirk of satisfaction that formed on the redhead's face. "That's exactly right, and now you'll be getting the same treatment from them."
As if to emphasize the point the Mistress unexpectedly thrust her finger into Crystal's butt, forcing the tight ring to widen as it penetrated. The slave softly moaned as her ass squirmed, trying to ease the initial discomfort of entry. After a few strokes she had loosened enough to easily take it inside. Brenda added a second finger, working it gently but firmly, the lube making the task much easier.
After a couple of minutes the fingers pulled out. Crystal could hear the Mistress slipping out of her clothing and fastening the strap-on into place. She didn't know what to do as the fear rose up, realizing there was no safe place to run to, that there was no place to hide.
"Ever been fucked up the ass before?" Mistress Brenda taunted her newest slave as she smeared the plastic device with lubricant, stroking it as a guy might his erect cock.
Crystal grimaced as she felt the round tip hesitating at the opening to her ass. After slapping her ass cheeks sharply a few times the dildo pushed inside. The relaxed ring widened as the toy penetrated, plunging into her gut. Crystal didn't know how big it was but knew her ass couldn't possibly take it all inside. Yet the Mistress kept fucking her, kept ramming it into her, giving her no other option but to accept the toy inside.
After the Mistress forced the strap-on all the way inside she paused, leaning over Crystal's body. "Don't think I've forgotten about these."
With that warning the Mistress found Crystal's nipples, roughly grasping and twisting on the still-sore nubs. As the slave cried out in misery Brenda cruelly fucked the girl, taking out all of her anger and frustration as she did. The rubbery nipples between her thumbs and index fingers were twisted and pulled on as Crystal's body helplessly shuddered.
After pulling out, the redhead unfastened the elastic straps before passing it over to Candy. "Go ahead, have your fun with her. Show her what it was like to get fucked by the manager." And then, turning her attention to Melanie, she grabbed the dark-haired slave's hand. "I have something for you to do, too."
"Yes, my Mistress," Melanie obediently answered, already aware of what would be expected.
Brenda sat down on a nearby chair, her legs drawn up and hanging over the padded arms, exposing her pussy. Melanie sank to her knees as the redhead lowered her hands, fingers pulling the puffy labia back to reveal the swollen pink clit. Without being told the dark-haired slave leaned forward, wet tongue extending, gently licking the sensitized bud.
Taking the clit along with its hood between her lips, she tenderly suckled on the nub. Brenda's hips began grinding her clit against Melanie's mouth as her arousal intensified. The slave knew how to please her Mistress and she did so according to how she'd been patiently trained, using her mouth, lips, and tongue to draw the pleasure from her Mistress' body.
"Oh yes, you know how to please me," Mistress Brenda groaned aloud. "Lick it, slave. Make me cum hard."
In addition to applying slightly more pressure on the tiny bud, her action rewarded by a gasp of delight, she pushed two fingers into Brenda's pussy. They wiggled while sliding inside, rotating left and right as they penetrated into the moist hole. The Mistress liked this, liked being fucked by the fingers while at the same time Melanie's mouth sucked on her clit. This sent additional tingling jolts through her body, quickening her heart and breathing.
Mistress Brenda's pussy quickly turned wet. The two fingers fucking her plunged in deeply, the wetness creating obvious squishing sounds as they burrowed into her. She was writhing as she sat on the seat, aware of the sounds of Candy fucking her newest slave up the ass, giving her exactly what was deserved for her rebelliousness.
Candy gladly fucked Crystal's ass with the strap-on, working it in and out of her at a vigorous pace. Crystal was getting into the act as well now, wildly wiggling her ass as Candy's thrusts pounded the plastic toy into her shapely rump. The stiff nipples, sore from the abuse they'd been administered, were as hard as pink diamonds as they eagerly throbbed with excitement.
The Mistress was watching the show from the chair, while at the same time her hips were urgently grinding her pussy against Melanie's mouth. But it wasn't Melanie's mouth she wanted, but rather Crystal's. And she'd have that too, soon enough. Reaching a hand down in frustration, grabbing a wad of the brunette's dark hair, she roughly guided her actions.
"Suck me harder, slave, right there!" the redhead demanded.
Melanie could only helplessly look up at her Mistress, hoping not to inspire her well-known rage as she did all she could to please her. Focusing all of her energy and attention on the place her mouth was placed, she savagely licked and sucked, ignoring the trickle of tangy wetness seeping from Brenda's opening and smearing her chin and neck.
A few moments later the Mistress began groaning aloud, her slender body wildly jerking and bucking. The hand roughly tugging on Melanie's hair pulled away as the orgasm filled Brenda's form. Now crying out in ecstasy, the redhead reached climax and began shuddering as the tingling rush of delight took hold. Hips still frantically rubbing her clit against Melanie's mouth, she savored the thrilling pleasure of her climax.
After the vibrations left her body the Mistress snapped back to the present. Looking towards Candy she announced, "It's Melanie's turn now." And then to Melanie, who was still on her knees between her spread thighs, she said, "Go and give Crystal a taste of what you had to go through because of her."
Before Melanie got up she started to wipe the glaze of juice from her chin and neck with the back of one hand when the Mistress grabbed her wrist. "No, leave it."
Crystal remained bent over the couch, held in place not by ropes but by fear -- fear of what the Mistress would do to her if she did not comply with her demands. What had started out as frightening and painful, her swollen nipples still aching as they throbbed, had become less so as the plastic dildo penetrated her tight ass again and again. The discomfort of it all had subsided a bit, leaving her to bear only the shame and humiliation.
When finally the object was withdrawn at the request of the Mistress, Crystal could only listen as the strap was undone and traded. During this time the evil redhead removed her belt again, repeating the earlier punishment by whipping her ass several more times, renewing the stinging pain that had retreated to a dull throbbing. This seemed to please the Mistress as she laughed mockingly at Crystal's soft cries.
"Something tells me you won't be disobeying me again, slave," Brenda added for emphasis. And then to Melanie, she spoke, "Fuck her ass good and hard, just like the manager fucked yours."
It was all Crystal could do but to remain helplessly in position, feeling the rounded tip of the toy again being placed at the tight ring of her ass. It penetrated a little more easily this time. She softly groaned as it slid inside. She could feel Melanie's soft hands gripping her the sides of her waist before the plastic dildo slowly pushed deeper, all the way inside, before backing out.
After making a few tentative thrusts the Mistress must have grown frustrated, because she started swatting Melanie's ass with the belt she still clutched in her right hand. "I told you to fuck her ass hard, slave!"
After this stinging prompting Melanie did as she was told and immediately started ramming the toy into Crystal's ass. Both of the girls were grunting; Crystal from feeling the unrelenting mass invading her sore, aching ass, and Melanie from the physical effort required to fuck her new friend so rapidly. Over and over Melanie's hips thrust, driving the strap-on in and out. Eventually the effort from the penetrations had both women shiny with a coating of perspiration, their pussies moist with arousal.
"Okay, that's enough," Brenda decided as the physical toll began to slow Melanie's pumping.
Walking around to the front of the couch Mistress Brenda admired Crystal's body as it slumped over the furniture. Grabbing a handful of her dark hair she lifted her slave's face, which was still red and sweat-streaked. Grinning, she waited for her eyes to open, and this was when their gazes locked.
"You're my slave now. You're nothing but a worthless piece of meat that I can do anything I want to with, just like the other two," the Mistress told her in a stern tone. "If you obey me I might decide to reward you, but you have to earn that privilege. Otherwise you'll know nothing but misery. Understand?"
When Crystal nodded, the redhead sharply slapped her across the face. "Tell me."
"I understand."
Growing angrier, the Mistress roughly jerked on her hair. "Tell me!"
Swallowing what little pride she was still clinging to Crystal finally said, "I understand, Mistress."
Still dissatisfied with what she was hearing, Brenda reached her free hand forward and found a stiff nipple. Grasping it tightly, squeezing hard while simultaneously twisting in a clockwise direction, the slave could only cry out and grimace as a stinging jolt of pain surged through her body.
The redhead demanded, "Try again, slave."
"Your -- your slave -- understands... my Mistress," Crystal barely managed to get out between gritted teeth as pain stole her breath.
Finally her fingers released the nipple and Crystal heavily sighed with relief. When her eyes opened again she saw the redhead grinning down at her victoriously. "And don't forget that you're my slave. I think you need to be tested, to prove to me your dedication." Speaking to the group she announced, "All of you, get dressed."
* * * * *
They left the apartment and stood on the walkway above the parking lot as Brenda tried to think of a way to test her new slave. A few moments later she heard a car approaching and immediately recognized the owner, a single older man who liked younger female attention and was willing to pay for it. He'd already enjoyed Candy's and Melanie's services on more than one occasion, and she wondered if he might be interested in her newest addition.
Waiting for him to park his car and step out, the Mistress called out to him. "Hey there Eddie."
He stopped and looked up, appearing confused. He was in his late forties or early fifties with thinning gray hair and a slender build. It took a few moments for him to recognize his greeter.
"Oh, hello there Brenda. Good to see you again."
"Interested in some company?" she inquired.
"Oh, I don't know," he responded uncertainly.
"I have a new one," she quickly responded, grasping Crystal's hand and pulling her to the railing. "She's really cute."
He looked up appraisingly as Crystal stood there, feeling her face turning hot as the shame and humiliation returned in full force. As her stomach knotted in fear she knew she couldn't possibly go through with this and made her feelings known.
"Please don't do this, Mistress, I can't!"
"She's got nice ones," Brenda offered temptingly, suddenly jerking the t-shirt up to expose Crystal's perky, hand-sized tits.
"No!" Crystal quietly cried out as her body shuddered, the humiliation deepening as she stood there in public, her boobs exposed for him to see.
Still smiling warmly, the Mistress whispered into Crystal's ear, "Don't you dare disobey me or I'll take all your clothes off and walk you around the whole apartment complex for everyone to see with a dog collar around your neck."
Crystal knew that she'd do it, too, and so she swallowed hard as the strange man took in the sight of her nudity. For some inexplicable reason she could feel the sore, aching nipples swelling, giving him even more reason to admire her. He seemed to be taking his time deciding. Every second seemed to last a minute, and the entire event was unbearably long for her. She silently hoped that he wouldn't show any interest, but that was dashed with his next words.
"Bring her by in about an hour," he finally told Brenda. "You know how I like my girls."
"We'll be there."
"We'll be there? What do you mean we'll be there?" Crystal urgently questioned after the man disappeared, knowing she couldn't possibly follow through with the promise her Mistress had made. "I can't do this!"
Brenda was growing tired of her new slave's duality -- agreeing to being her slave when it was convenient, and then quickly deciding otherwise when it wasn't. Grabbing her throat, leaning her back over the waist-high railing, she glared at the brunette while telling her, "You'll do as I command."
Going back into the apartment preceded by her other two slaves, Brenda grabbed Crystal by the hair and dragged her inside and into the bathroom. As Crystal stood there, huffing and puffing from the rough treatment, the Mistress plugged the bathtub drain with a rubber stopper and turned on the cold water. Crystal watched what she was doing and began shaking her head.
"I can't, I can't do this," the young, unwilling slave repeated, uttering the words over and over as if a chant.
"Good slaves get a hot bath," Mistress Brenda explained with an evil grin on her full lips. "But not you, not this time. You don't deserve it, you haven't earned it."
As the tub filled with cold water, the Mistress set to work removing Crystal's t-shirt. With her slave's tits exposed once more, she couldn't help but to grasp the nipples and punish them both another time. As tears spilled down Crystal's reddened cheeks and soft cries escaped her lips, the redhead glared, the frustration evident in her eyes.
"You better not screw this up. He pays me good when he gets what he wants, so you just better give it to him, you got that?"
Crystal's tear-filled eyes closed as she reluctantly nodded her understanding of what was expected of her, but remaining unwilling to go through with this.
Releasing the nipples, moving her hands down her slave's body, she began jerking on the shorts as she loosened them. It was only a few moments later before Crystal was naked.
"Get into the bath, he likes his girls freshly bathed and sweet-smelling," the Mistress ordered. When the slave made no motion to obey she reminded her, "You won't like it if you make me make you get in. Sore nipples will be the least of your concern."
Urged on by her threat, Crystal hesitantly stepped up to the edge of the tub and got in standing up. The water was cold and she shivered while nervously glancing over at her Mistress. Without speaking a word but rather gesturing for the slave to sit down, the Mistress waited to see her comply. Several moments elapsed before Crystal finally obeyed and immersed herself in the cold liquid.
"Oh," she complained as her body shivered uncontrollably.
"I don't know why you continue to fight me," the redhead spoke as she reached for a washcloth and a bar of soap, dropping them into the water beside her. "The quicker you bathe the sooner you'll be out of there."
Looking up at her Mistress, Crystal continued to argue. "I can't do this, I can't do what he wants."
"Just take a bath," Brenda told her with a sigh of disgust. "You can do that, can't you?"
The sound of the TV drifted in from the living room. as her other two slaves grew bored and sought out some entertainment.
The Mistress loudly called out, "Somebody bring me a tray of ice, my new slave needs some motivation."
"I'll do it, I'll wash," Crystal spoke up, quickly grabbing the soap and washcloth, working it into a lather as she gently began scrubbing an arm and shoulder.
The sound of footsteps could be heard, the squeaking of the freezer door opening and closing, and then footfalls approaching.
"Here, Mistress Brenda," Melanie said as she arrived with a small white plastic bin containing full ice cubes along with some fragments.
"I'm washing," Crystal spoke up as she quickly scrubbed her silky skin, her cold body still shivering some but not as much as she began to adjust to the cool temperature.
"Too little too late."
Kneeling beside the tub as Crystal glanced over at her fearfully, and for good cause. The new slave shirked as Brenda reached her hands out. Closing off her nose with one hand, the other pushed against her forehead as she leaned Crystal back until her head was fully immersed in the tub. Grabbing the ice bucket she tipped it over into the water, using her free hand to gather some of the floating cubes, rubbing it over her flat tummy and closed legs.
She kept her submerged until the slave began fighting to come up, allowing her to. She spat twice and breathed in heavily several times, giving her Mistress hateful glares while knowing better than to say anything regrettable. Mistress Brenda ignored her slave's unhappy expressions and instead reached for the apple scented shampoo, squirting a generous amount onto Crystal's hair and working it into a thick lather.
Crystal winced several times as her Mistress roughly tugged and jerked on her dark mane while washing it. She did her best to ignore the rough treatment as she tried to focus on her other body parts as her ass and nipples ached from the abuse they'd received from the others.
Several times the redhead reached into the water, picked out a melting cube, and rubbed it against the closest boob, teasing the swollen nub with the freezing-cold shard. All Crystal could do was wince and shiver, silently taking the ill-treatment that Mistress Brenda appeared to take considerable delight in.
* * * * *
"Where's my clothes?" Crystal asked after Mistress Brenda dried her off, and none too gently.
Without speaking a word the Mistress grasped a nipple and led the slave down the hall to Crystal's bedroom. After rummaging through a closet she pulled out a thin flower-print, knee-length bathrobe. There was a sash that hung limply from three strategically placed belt loops.
"He doesn't like to waste time undressing his girls," the redhead explained as she helped dress her slave in the garment. "Put on some sandals on your way out."
With the robe still open Brenda picked up a bottle of spray perfume and misted it lightly over her neck and chest before kneeling down. "Spread your legs," she told Crystal, and after the slave complied the Mistress made sure her pussy was smelling just as appealing as the rest of her.
"I won't do it," Crystal spoke up as she visibly trembled with nervous fear, bottom lip quivering as she was brought to the verge of tears. "You can't sell me, you know."
Mistress Brenda's expression turned angry. "You're wrong. You're a slave, my slave, and I'll do whatever I want with you, whether it's punishing you or selling you to whomever I want to. And you'll shut your mouth and obey, whether you like it or not. You already know what happens when a slave disobeys me. Do it again and you have no idea what I'll do to you!"
"Close your robe and tie the sash, unless you want to flash everyone in the complex."
Crystal remained steadfast. "I won't do it."
Despite her unwillingness, with Melanie's and Candy's help, several minutes later they were standing in front of Eddie's apartment door. Her two seasoned slaves held the new one directly in front as the redhead stood behind the trio. Reaching an arm out the Mistress knocked on the door.
"Be right there, hang on a second," a man's muffled voice shouted from inside.
Crystal, whose eyes were filling with tears, glanced over at Melanie, trying to get her friend to help her. But Melanie ignored Crystal's attempt, too fearful of what the Mistress might do if she offered any words of consolation or support. The minute it took for the man to open up was punishing, not only for Crystal but for the other two slaves as well. Crystal was physically trembling with fear, a fear the others knew all too well when they were learning to become accepting of their fate as slaves to Mistress Brenda.
When the door opened, Eddie was dressed in nothing but a robe, just as Crystal was. His slight smile widened as he drank in the beauty of the frightened girl standing before him. His right hand reached out, fingers sifting through the silky strands of dark hair before gently caressing the side of one cheek with the back of his fingers.
"She's even more beautiful when I see her up close," he decided, handing Brenda two twenty-dollar bills. "And she looks quite scared, just how I like them. She's one of yours, right? I don't need any trouble."
"Crystal won't be any trouble," the Mistress assured him. Then, leaning forward and briefly whispering into an ear, Crystal nodded her understanding.
Swallowing hard, tears now rolling down her reddened cheeks, she looked into the man's eyes and told him in a shaky voice, "I won't... I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"Then come on in," he invited her inside before closing and locking the door.
Crystal's tears were still coming as her heart raced and breathing grew heavy. She was scared well beyond anything she'd ever before experienced. Standing just past the doorway, her eyes scanned the living room. There was a couch along the wall to her right that faced a large HDTV on a stand. She could hear soft cries as a porn movie played, showing several men enjoying the sexual favors of a young woman about her own age. In front of the couch was a low table where wisps of smoke emanated from several incense burners, scenting the air with a pleasing aroma.
Just as she was familiarizing herself with her new surroundings Eddie stepped up to her from behind, his significant bulge pressing vertically along her spine starting at her lower back. The feeling tightened the knot of fear in her nervously churning stomach. Next his hands reached around her waist, pulling her against his body, rising her fear until she could taste it. She suppressed an urge to scream, mindful of the promise she'd made and of Mistress Brenda's certain wrath.
"Please don't make me," she weakly pleaded as she noticeably trembled against him.
She could feel his cock thickening, accompanied by his heavy breathing. He admitted, "Nothing arouses me more than a frightened young lady like yourself. Spill your tears, beg me not to, for it is these things I love to see and hear most of all."
Her body cringed when she felt his lips gently kissing on her left ear. Gathering her hair in one hand, shifting it to their left to expose the sleek neck, his tender explorations continued as he savored her luscious body. As he nibbled on the earlobe his hands reached around to untie the sash before sliding the now-open robe from her shoulders.
He heard a soft gasp of despair escaping from her lips as her quivering form did so even more. Crystal was literally shaking with fear, although why she wasn't quite sure, not after all she'd been put through at the hands of her Mistress. The stranger was not abusing her, but was rather treating her far better than the others had. Still, this was the last place she wanted to be, and tears rolled down her cheeks as she yearned to be safely tucked away in her own apartment.
Once the robe pooled around her ankles leaving her fully nude, his hands began to sample her shapely, desirable body. Goosebumps rose up on her arms and legs as he freely caressed, starting with her arms before moving to her perky boobs. When his fingers came into contact with the erect nipples she shirked, as the Mistress' painful abuse of them earlier left them tender and sore.
Whether he realized this or not she could not be sure, but he made no effort to be gentle with them. As the stinging jolts once more gave her misery, Eddie rolled the swollen, rubbery tips between his thumbs and index fingers. This appeared to turn him on even more, as Crystal could feel the bulge throbbing along her spine was once more thickening.
Closing her eyes she urgently tried to think of happy thoughts, of being in a place other than where she currently was. When the rough touching of the nipples stopped she breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling the intense sensations of discomfort quickly dampening once the direct contact was brought to an end. But it was replaced by a sharper sense of fear as she could feel the flats of his hands slowly descending down the front of her body. She knew what he would do, and her stomach knotted more tightly in response.
Turning her head to face him as best as she could, her eyes searched his. "Please, I can't do this, you must stop," she pleaded with him, hoping that somewhere inside he might possess a sense of decency or compassion.
But the look he gave her in response was cold, his lips returning a mocking smile. He only shook his head, a gesture that chilled her to the bone.
Her obvious fear gave him a reason to pause. Despite the reassurances from Brenda as well as the girl herself, he considered what might happen when her fear grew even more intense. Would she continue to remain within his full control, or would she try to fight him off? Untying his own sash, removing it before slipping the robe off, he quickly gathered her wrists together behind her back and firmly tied them together.
"Can you feel that better now?" he asked as he once more pressed his front against her back, this time without any fabric resting between them.
Not bothering to face him, unwilling to look at his expressions, she began crying harder. "Please don't, I can't go through with it," she begged him once more. Crystal simultaneously jerked her wrists back and forth in a vain, frantic effort to free them.
Eddie was strong and easily lifted her up and over one shoulder, carrying her into his bedroom as her body twisted and shuddered. He bent over and dropped her onto the middle of his queen-sized bed on her back, looking down, grinning, as her nude form bounced several times. He gazed at her gorgeous form, beginning with the face and working his way down.
Crystal, completely helpless, could only lie there and look up at him as she still struggled against the sash binding her crossed wrists. She'd initially formed a mildly positive opinion about the stranger, but she was quickly revising it. Feeling so exposed she pressed her legs together to deny him deny a view of her pussy, even as her flared, sore nipples pulsated as if with arousal.
You're NOT enjoying this, you cannot be, she thought, scolding herself for responding in such a manner to this ill treatment. But there was no way of preventing the heat that was beginning to warm her supple loins.
"Like this, my sweet little kitten?" Eddie taunted his helpless prey while stroking his large, rigid cock.
Naive and curious about what he was talking about, Crystal's gaze lowered to what she was seeing as his massive organ. It appeared huge in her eyes, the frightening shaft all stiff, his two large balls dangling from the base inside the hair-covered scrotum. She couldn't help but gaze at the bulbous tip, a reddish-purple and smooth, glistening with wetness.
His smile widened as he saw the fear in her eyes while looking at his erection. The power he had over her at this moment was intoxicating for him, and well worth the money he'd paid.
"You want to taste it," he decided as he looked into her frightened eyes while slowly stroking the shaft in his right hand.
"No, please don't," she cried out as she urgently shook her head.
Eddie approached her with steady, measured steps. "Sure you do."
Watching the fear in her eyes growing, the tears once again returning, he grinned down at her as he climbed on the bed on his knees and kept advancing towards her. She couldn't help but stare at his swollen cock, which kept getting larger and larger as the distance between them lessened. Crystal was visibly trembling, something he was enjoying in particular, making his already-erect cock swell just a bit more.
She tightly closed her mouth and began shaking her head in a sign of refusal that Eddie simply ignored. he liked it when they resisted. A compliant woman wasn't half as much fun as a reluctant one.
"You're going to open up eventually, and I can be a real patient guy," she told her with a twinkle in his eyes.
Stopping when he reached her left side, he maintained the slow but steady stroking of his cock. His balls were already stirring with the delightful tingling sensations he so enjoyed. Switching hands now, using the left to free up his right, he reached down and captured a nipple between the thumb and index finger.
"You know what naughty girls get, girls who don't do what they're told," he warned her, looking into her eyes as he tightly pinched and tugged on the hard, pulsating nub. The tears intensified as she bore the abuse in silence, eyes closing, her closed lips quivering. He could only imagine how much that hurt, and knew he would soon find her limit.
He kept increasing the strength he was using, dialing up more and more misery incrementally. Beads of sweat broke out on her face, and after a few more moments her mouth finally opened as she gasped and drank in lungs-full of air.
"Okay," she frantically announced, and once she had he released his grip on her.
He gave her a few seconds to regain control of her breathing, and then guided the smooth, reddish-purple tip to her mouth. Looking first at his cock and then up into his eyes, as if to express how much she despised him and what he wanted her to do, but having no way of resisting any more than she already had, he saw the final expression of surrender.
Crystal's eyes stared unrelentingly at the frightening sigh of the man's aroused organ. The tiny eye at the center of the rounded tip was leaking with a droplet of semen, something that made her cringe. She'd never before felt as helpless and frightened as she did now. Finally her eyes closed and a second later felt the moist head rubbing against her lips.
Knowing that resisting would only add further to her misery, with a small gasp her mouth opened for him. She felt his cock penetrating deeper into her mouth while moving very slowly. The tip pressed against her tongue as his cock passed over it.
When she made no effort to do what he was expecting, he voiced his demanded, "Close your mouth around it and suck on it, and lick with your tongue too."
Once her mouth closed she could taste the odd salty-musk flavor of his semen as it mixed with her saliva. The taste made her stomach turn. Yet despite this she did as he told her, closing her mouth tightly around his throbbing cock while hesitantly starting to lick and suck on it. In the back of her mind she was hoping this wouldn't last long, as she detested this act, made all the more intolerable knowing who it was she was doing this for and under threat.
After a few seconds his hips began moving, sliding his cock in and out. Luckily he didn't make her try to take in the entire length, otherwise she was sure she'd be gagging and throwing up. Instead he gently pushed in and out until the swollen tip reached the rear of her mouth, being careful not to venture to the back of her throat. It wasn't as bad as it could've been, she hesitantly decided, and grew accustomed to the taste the longer he made her suck on it.
He must have been getting close to reaching an orgasm because she heard his soft groans intensifying and his movements growing more frantic. The thought of him climaxing in her mouth, squirting thick ropes of hot semen, had her urgently hoping he wouldn't go that far so quickly. And almost as if he heard her thoughts and finally took pity on her, he withdrew at the last moment.
Her eyes snapped open and she took several deep breaths. He looked into her eyes and decided, "You won't say it, but I know you liked it, you little slut, you cum-whore. Shameful, isn't it? Maybe even a little humiliating?"
Crystal refused to answer, which was fine by him. He kept smiling regardless while thinking what he wanted to do with her next. So many possibilities...
Leaning down he made a move to kiss the mouth that his cock had just fucked, but the resistive slave turned her head away from him, only allowing his lips to kiss her cheek. When she felt a hand on her chest, moving toward a boob, she already anticipated what he might do and so quickly turned back toward him, offering her mouth. His grin widened at this sudden change of heart; they both knew why.
"Wise choice," he told her.
This time as he gazed longingly into those sparkling orbs he sensed less fear and a hint of female heat. This slave was starting to enjoy this, regardless of her defiant attitude she showed to him. Testing her his mouth closed over hers, his tongue extending deeply inside.
Why her tongue found his and kissed him back he could not be certain -- perhaps it was the threat of pain, or maybe due to her slowly growing passion that she would not consciously embrace. Whatever the reason he found her young mouth to be exquisite. Laced with the slightest hint of his semen, their warm, wet tongues parried and thrust as if two swordsmen in the heat of battle, intermittently entwining, rubbing against one another.
He was not quick to end the oral embrace, instead maintaining it, adding increased fervor as the flat of his right hand caressed its way slowly over her belly until the tips of his fingers were cresting the rise of her pubic mound, sifting through the short, silky-soft curls of hair. He felt her shaking, even flinching at times, especially when his longest middle finger made contact with the very top of her labia.
He could not venture further due to her legs being closed, but when he pushed against them, the slender, quivering limbs nervously, hesitantly, and very reluctantly widened. He knew that while at the front of her mind she detested him and what he was doing, at the very core of her physical body she was reluctantly awakening to his touch.
Now that he could, his fingers lowered, lightly rubbing against the smooth outer folds, following the seam that they created. He didn't rush but rather patiently enjoyed the silky feel of her flesh as the tips of several fingers relished this experience. Eventually when the middle finger firmly pushed with up-down sawing movements the tip moved within and touched her heated, humid slit.
Her body jerked and a muffled gasp joined the kiss. Their embrace became even more passionate as his tongue rapidly danced around her mouth, exploring, her tongue trying to keep up to the faster pace. Crystal fought against the growing heat in her loins, now added with a pleasant tingling sensation that she did not want to experience, mentally willing her body not to respond to this animal that was preying on her helplessness. Tears resumed to flow as intense shame and humiliation filled her with dread.
She was soon growing breathless from the frantic kisses, her heart wildly racing. His fingers continued their gentle explorations of her most private and treasured part. Crystal shuddered, flinching when he touched her clit, lingering there, teasing the enlarged, tightly packed cluster of nerves. With a mind of its own her hips began making slight thrusting motions as her feminine wetness flowed. After a brief time the finger toying with her clit slid down and worked its way inside, sampling the feel of the tight, velvety walls that were already damp with her youthful nectar.
This was when his mouth backed away from hers. Eddie's face just inches from hers, his smiling brown eyes were all she could see and he drew her gaze into them deeply.
Crystal's numbed mind was confused by conflicting emotions of fear and arousal, humiliation and sexual desire... the only constant being her hatred of the man controlling her in this wicked, wicked way, taking advantage of Mistress Brenda's domination over her, and now enjoying his domination.
Not knowing why she even bothered to, she whispered in a breathless, shaky voice, "Please, don't do this. I'll pay you back the money you gave to the Mistress, I promise."
Eddie's eyes lit up and his grin widened as he listened to her sweet pleas as if to his favorite music, relishing each syllable. Without saying a word his hand was removed from her moistening pussy and he backed off the bed. Crystal watched hopefully as he walked around to the foot of the bed, but that brief glimmer was quickly dashed when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her down until her ass was hanging halfway off the mattress.
Making one last desperate attempt Crystal rapidly worked her wrists back and forth, willing herself to remove the sash that bound them, yet finding it to be stronger than her. Eddie chuckled, apparently amused by her final failed effort to resist as her fear once more rose up.
Stepping between her legs before she could think of closing them, he reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks that were still sore. She gasped as she was reminded of her earlier punishment, the discomfort revisiting her flesh once more. With her body firmly in his grasp he lifted her lower torso upward, aligning her pussy with his erect cock.
What she next felt was the swollen, smooth, rounded tip pressing at her opening. His hands made a few adjustments before his hips thrust forward, forcing her tight portal to widen and accept him within. Crystal braced herself for the act which was about to be consumated with a man she did not know so that Mistress Brenda could profit by it. Anger at everyone involved fueled her rage.
Making a conscious choice to use the fingers of her bound hands to tightly grasp the blankets beneath her nude form, she tightly gripped it. Looking up at his despicable face she braced herself for what was about to happen. Closing her eyes tightly, a groan escaped her full lips as she felt his swollen cock forcing her cunt to stretch wide. He made slight plunging motions as he worked it into her tight hole, each stroke burrowing his organ deeper into her juicy core.
Her fear was no more as she was overtaken by rage. This emotion resulted in her body trying to fight against him, while in reality she was only adding to his pleasure as she squirmed on the bed with all of her energy. His moans of delight reached her ears as his rigid manhood was finally fully embedded in her tight, heated pussy, and once this goal was achieved the real fucking began.
Eddie started off slowly, taking this time to savor the feel of this gorgeous young woman. Knowing she was reluctant only added to this, and he immersed himself in this fleeting moment of ecstatic joy that was so rare in its occurrence. Gripping her ass more tightly, fingers digging into her already-sore flesh, he pulled her forward into him as he drove forward, filling and refilling her cunt at a relaxed pace.
Crystal's cries were not from delight but from the fiery pain that was reignited in her ass by his heavy grip. Thinking that if she held onto his waist with her legs and supported her own weight in this way that he might loosen his hold on her burning buttocks, she did this, digging the heels of her feet to draw her body forward against his cock as his hands were currently doing.
He misunderstood her actions as willingness and his excitement lowered a bit, but not enough to keep him from enjoying her exquisitely tight pussy. He moved his hands from her ass to her slender waist as she rammed into his crotch, helping him to plunge his hardness in and out of her. After a minute or two of this, his arousal heightened and he picked up the pace, which after a brief delay her hips resynchronized with his movements to match them.
He rammed into her for another two minutes, and when he felt the tingling pressure in his balls intensifying he fucked her as hard and as fast as he could manage. After ten or fifteen seconds of this, with sweat glazing his skin and her juice soaking his cock, he felt his testes pulling tightly against the base of his cock just before reaching climax.
His entire body tingled and shuddered uncontrollably as he delighted in the sensations of the rising of his semen, which was followed by a powerful orgasm. As his cock twitched, streams of milky cum were injected inside of her luscious body. His twitching and shuddering continued for several moments until his balls were drained. He didn't withdraw immediately, but rather remained in her cunt to relish this time for as long as he could.
When she ejected his spent and softening organ he looked into her eyes and smiled. A chill passed through Crystal's body when she saw the grin, realizing yet more was in store for her. A second later she felt a finger or two pushing into her pussy, and after they pulled out he held up for her to see them dripping with his thick, milky semen.
"Eat this and I'll untie your wrists and let you go," he tempted her.
She shook her head defiantly.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Then you'll suck my cock clean, my little cum-whore."
Crystal wished she'd agreed after the fact, regretting her decision and punishing herself mentally for being non-compliant, a lesson she would learn from.
He moved to the side of the bed, knelt on it above her head, and rubbed the wet, much smaller tip to her mouth. When she didn't immediately open up he moved both hands to her boobs, capturing once more both nipples on a threatening manner while giving her a harsh look.
Gasping aloud, only too aware that she would eventually give in anyway and not anxious to endure more abuse, she relented and opened her lips. While closing her eyes and cringing, she suffered through the final humiliation as her mouth hesitantly, very reluctantly licked and sucked on his spent cock, the taste of him far stronger now than earlier, making her stomach uneasy as she did as he requested.
* * * * *
When Eddie opened the door for her, Crystal saw Melanie waiting outside. After Crystal left the door closed behind her. Once in relative privacy the two young women embraced, with tears once more spilling down Crystal's face.
"You'll get used to it," Melanie said as the two hugged. "I know it's scary at first, that the Mistress makes you do things you don't want to do, but it'll get easier as time goes on."
"Why do you let her boss you around?" Crystal asked, shocked at how accepting her new friend was of the demands placed on her.
It was Melanie's turn to cry. "Please, trust me. Do whatever she asks... you don't want to know how far she'll go to get you to become her slave. I was like you at first, but not anymore."