Penthouse Of Pain
by Bill Mann


FOREWORD 

"You're going to bite some whip, Slave," the bitch yelled, a vile little 
grin stealing over her feline face. "And I think you're going to like it." 

No way, Val thought. She ached already from the pain of her own body pulling 
her down with its own weight. Even worse, the least little jostling made her 
body swing and the weight become heavier, the pain greater. 

It seemed this woman had an endless appetite for horror and pain. Again, Val 
wondered how much she could take. And she wondered how long her captor could 
go on. 

The black-haired bitch stood less than ten feet away. Slowly, agonizingly 
she uncoiled the snake of her whip and stared at Val, She seemed to be 
watching her face for any change. Perhaps she was looking for signs of 
weakness ... or fear. 

Maybe she got off on it. Well, Val vowed silently, she wasn't going to get a 
chance to get off on this. She wouldn't give her a chance. 

Then, as firm as her resolve was, it broke. It broke with the first crack of 
the bitch's black leather whip. It broke and shattered into a million 
fragments of despair and pain as the tip of the snake bit into her flesh. 

It bit into the tip of her rubbery pink clit. It bit into the crevice of 
cunt meat between her sweet pussy lips ... and it stung like hell. 

My god, the girl thought, this isn't fair. This woman doesn't play fair at 
all. But before she had time to assess the damage, she felt the whip bite 
again, and this time, it felt like it had taken a chunk of her cunt right 
out. 


 CHAPTER ONE 

"What the hell is this?" Sandy Meiser said. She held up a long silken scarf 
with gold leaf attached to it. 

"I don't really know, exactly." her best friend said back to her. "This 
trunk has probably been sitting here since Armistice Day." 

The attic was hot. And it was getting hotter. About twenty degrees hotter 
than the rest of the house. But it was fun up there. Agatha Randall's attic 
had been all but forbidden to Valerie when she was a kid, but now that she 
was in college and living under her grandmother's roof, she had pretty much 
the run of the place. 

"I'd like to wear it sometime, I think," Sandy said. "Might help me get 
noticed." 

As if Sandy Meiser needed any more attention. She and Val had been friends 
since Westfield Junior High, and the two never failed to attract attention 
wherever they went. 

But they were very different in appearance. Sandy was blonde and had those 
dark coal eyes very few blondes have. They made her look exotic and kind of 
hot. She also had a shape to bear out that observation. 

Her tits were high and full and very rounded. Likewise her ass cheeks. Her 
hair was curly and wispy and transparent. Her cunt was an adorable pink slit 
that opened to reveal fold upon fold of glistening plump petals. 

Her cunt hair was wispy, too. Like clouds of angel hair. And her legs, 
though not as long as her friend's, were shapely and muscular. "It might 
make that little slut Dina Moor think twice before calling you slut again, 
huh?" 

"She thinks just because I have blonde hair and a hot shape that I'm a 
slut." Sandy pawed another scarf. This one was azure and had silver sparkly 
fleur-de-lis stamped all over it. 

"I think the fact that you stole her boyfriend had something to do with it." 

"I did not steal her boyfriend," Sandy protested. She slapped Valerie 
playfully, with one end of the scarf. "You are something of a slut," Valerie 
shot back, peeling the scarf off her face where Sandy had hit her. "At least 
you try to be." 

"Nice talk, Val," Sandy said. She put her hands on her adorable hips and 
looked at her friend saucily. "I don't see you in a Miss Homecoming Queen 
contest." 

"That's because we just got to Buford U." Val said back. "And I'm trying to 
turn over a new leaf. Now would you quit reminding me of what a little piece 
of playground trash I was in high school? We're in college now." 

"Yeah," Sandy said and smiled impishly at her friend. 

She had often thought Valerie was cute. So did most of the boys at Westfield 
High. So did a lot of other guys around the town of Westfield. She had 
longish black hair and blue eys with buttermilk skin and full, slightly 
sloping tits. 

That was odd for a girl her age, but her nipples were constantly erect. That 
made Sandy kind of jealous. The fact that Val's tits were actually smaller 
made up for it, but those nipples of hers. They were brick red and shiny and 
elongated at the tip. They stuck up at an obscene angle, and Val was fond of 
wearing tight sweaters to prove it to anyone who happened to be passing by. 

"It is hard to believe," she said. "I don't know how we ever made it through 
high school." 

"I know how I did," Val said. She sat down and pulled out a cigarette from 
her jumper pocket. "I screwed Mr. Balena." 

"No shit?" Sandy said and screwed her mouth up. "As if everybody in 
Westfield didn't know." 

"Screw the principal and you're bound to pass," Val giggled. 

"It's just lucky we picked Buford University to attend," said Sandy. She 
reached down into the trunk and pulled up a bright red Japanese lantern. 
"And it's lucky your grandmother has a couple of spare bedrooms and this old 
house in town." 

"Yeah," Val said as she examined the red lantern. "That's really neat." 

"I wonder if there's a kimono in here," Sandy mused. 

"Suppose there is. Grandpa was stationed in Japan after the war. I think he 
got a lot of stuff from the looks of things." 

Both girls surveyed the attic. It was full of trunks and boxes and dust and 
array of all sorts. And it was hot. 

"I'm gonna take my top off," Val said. "You can, too, if you want." 

"What if somebody comes up and sees us?" 

"Like who?" 

"Like one of your grandmother's boarders?" 

"They're not home as far as I know. And grandmother is shopping. That leaves 
us a whole afternoon to hunt and peck up here." 

Valerie stripped her tight white blouse off and revealed a lacy blue bra 
with push-up cups. 

"When did you start wearing a bra of all things?" Sandy said, even more 
envious than usual. 

"This is college, remember, Sandy?" 

"Oh, boy, Miss Hot Shot. Give this girl an entrance exam and she's off to 
the races." 

Valerie slipped out of her jumper and stood there in her underwear a minute. 
"That is cooler, Sandy. If you want to, I mean, go ahead." 

Sandy nodded and felt a little twinge of shyness. Her tits were bigger than 
Val's, but she wasn't even wearing a bra. "Okay." 

Slowly, she peeled off her pink sweater and shorts. "Yeah," she said to her 
friend knelt over the trunk, "this is better. If you're sure nobody is 
coming up here.." 

"Look at this," Val said, holding up a set of teak candlesticks. "I wonder 
if we could take these down to-" 

Her voice fell off as she eyed her friend. She was totally nude except for a 
pair of frilly lemon-colored panties. Val had seen her nude, of course, in 
gym class and when they changed into swim suits at the Westfield Y, but 
she'd never really taken a good, hard look. The girl had a hot body. No 
doubt about it. 

Sandy tried to ignore the girl's stares. She knelt down and poked around in 
the trunk. Her hand ran over a soft, filmy fabric. Maybe that was the 
kimono. She reached down and felt something hard. 

"What the hell?" she said, grabbing one corner of the thing. 

"Might be a teapot or something," Val said as she felt the thing under her 
friend's hand. "Let's take it out real carefully." 

The two of them manipulated the hard object out between layers of silk and 
more silk. When at last they pulled it up, they saw what looked like a mask, 
though they couldn't imagine what type of play it might be used for. 

"Probably a Kabuki mask," Val said, trying to sound scholarly. 

"I don't think so, Val. Look at the mouthpiece and the eye holes." 

Sure enough, when the girls examined the thing, it had no holes for those 
parts of the face that usually showed through a mask. The thing was carved 
from black material of some sort. Teak or ebony. And though there was a nose 
carved in reverse mold to allow a human nose into it, the eyes and mouth 
places were covered with fine gold leaf. 

"I wonder if this stuff is real gold," Sandy said, poking at it with'her 
fingernail. 

"I doubt that," Val said, "or Grandma Randall would have been rich by now." 

"Do you think she even knows this stuff is up here?" 

"Who can say? But isn't this thing gorgeous?" 

"Yeah, but it would be hard to see out these holes.!" 

"I don't know," Val reasoned. She held the thing up to the light. A faint 
glow shone through the eye and mouth holes. "One of us should put it on to 
find out, I guess." 

"You first," Sandv giggled. 

"You're my guest," her friend said as she twisted the thing in her hand. 
Another strange feature about the thing was that it had a neck piece 
attached. Made from the same stuff as the rest of the mask, once the wearer 
had the thing in place and secured, it would be hard to turn your head. 

"Here," Sandy said, holding the thing up. 

"You put it on and I'll move around in front of you. We'll see if you can 
see though it." 

"Well, okay," said Val at last. The thing was intriguing as hell. 

Sandy helped her slip the thing over her head. It seemed to fit well enough. 
Evidently it wasn't made for a man's head. There were braces across the back 
of the thing. 

Once Val had the mask in place, it became obvious to Sandy, who was looking 
at it from behind, that the braces on either side came together and locked 
in place. 

"Must be a key for this somewhere," she said. 

"Mrrrffffff," Val said. 

"Oh, shit, man," Sandy said, "you can't talk." 

Val slipped her fingers behind the brace pieces and slid the thing off. 

"I wonder if there is a key," she said, as intrigued as her friend. 

Without another word, the two of them dove to the trunk and began digging. 

"Here," Sandy said, holding up a huge golden key. 

"Here," Valerie said, right behind her. She held up a key, but it was silver 
and had a fatter handle. 

"What the hell?" Val said. "You think maybe there's something else this 
thing goes to?" 

Again, the two of them dug deep into the trunk. Nothing. 

"You know, there is another trunk up here from Japan, I think," Val said. 
She scratched her head and tried to remember. "A basket thing. Wicker I 
think. Huge. Help me look for it." 

The two of them moved boxes around until they found something of that 
description. And they piled into it. Scrounging around inside it was even 
more difficult. There was just so much stuff inside. 

"What the hell is this contraption?" Sandy said and held up a square box 
sort of thing with bright red and gold dragons painted on the sides. 

"Maybe something for a magician," her friend replied. "Ah, here is 
something. It feels like metal." 

She brought out an odd looking sort of bar arrangement with something that 
looked like cuffs on either end. It was about two feet long and was 
fashioned from some very slippery steel. It felt cold to the touch. 

"Now what the hell would you say this is for?" 

Valerie held up the thing and twirled it like a baton. But it was too heavy 
with the metal cuffs to work that way. She set it down and tried the silver 
key in the large locks on either cuff. 

"It works," she said as the cuffs creaked open. 

"Well, now the only thing I can think that apparatus might be for is for a 
pair of wrists." Sandy examined it real close, but that was all she could 
imagine it might possibly be used for. That and little else. 

"I bet you're wrong," Valerie teased. 

"I bet I'm not." 

"Well, I think you're looney tunes." 

"Well, I think you better let me try this thing on you and see if it's what 
I think." 

Valerie started to protest, but thought better of it. The idea that her long 
deceased grandfather could have anything like what this appeared to be in 
his old war trunk was too crazy to contemplate. Maybe it was a gag. 

"Oh, all right," Valerie said at last. "Lock me in. Tie me down. Sit on my 
face with the heel of your boot." 

"Are you serious?" her blonde friend shot back. 

"No," Val said, a trifle too quickly. 

"You think I'm making it up about this thing, don't you?" Sandy said, 
holding it aloft as best she could. It was very heavy; 

"I said go ahead and put me inside it." 

"And the mask, too?" her pert, friend said with a saucy wink. 

"Yeah, yeah," Val agreed. "And the mask, too." 

"Here," Sandy said with more eagerness than Val had seen her display since 
Bob Weiner asked her to the Elvis Memorial Sock Hop. "I want you to sit down 
here and let me put this stuff on you. All of it." 

Valerie heaved a disgruntled sigh. She had really painted herself into a 
corner. This stuff couldn't possibly be used for what it looked like it had 
to be used for. Grandpa Randall was such a sweet old guy. And if Grandma 
Randall knew, she'd drop her teeth. 

But she sat down anyway and let her best friend slip the straight bar behind 
her and lock her wrists into the cuffs. The cuffs felt tight and hard and 
kind of cold, but that wasn't really the strange part. The strange part was 
that they felt slightly good. Not around her wrists. That part pinched and 
felt mighty uncomfortable. Like huge slave bracelets or prisoner's cuffs. 
But she was starting to feel mighty good in other parts of her body. 

Like between her legs. And down the back of her spine. Up and down in fact. 
She was getting chills. Her cunt lips began to flare with the first signs of 
arousal. She felt hot enough to ask Sandy if she could take her undies off. 

But her blonde friend was busy trying to fix the mask over her head. The 
thing clamped down and cut out the light. Before she knew what was 
happening, she couldn't speak or see much of anything either. There were 
nose holes for breathing, but she couldn't make out any objects in front of 
her. Only shapes and shadows. 

Sandy liked the way her friend looked. All trussed up like a slave. A white 
slave. For no reason she could think of she suddenly felt a mild twinge of 
arousal. Her pert pink nipples started to harden and point upward. Her cunt 
lips fell slack and her clit started to protrude from the top of her wet 
coral pussy slit. 

"You better do as I say," Sandy heard herself say. She looked around. Yes, 
she had said that. Nobody else was there. 

"Mrrrffffff," came Valerie's reply. 

"Take off your undies," she said back in a vicious voice. It was totally 
unlike Sandy's cute little preppie voice, but she liked it. 

Valerie seemed to take to it, too. She nodded. 

It was difficult to nod with the mask on, but she sort of bowed her head. 

Sandy saw that she couldn't take her clothes off. Suddenly, something 
overtook her. It was an odd sensation and one she couldn't describe, but she 
stepped up to Valerie and hooked her fingers around the girl's panties. 

With one fell swoop she tore them off her. And she noticed an odder thing 
then. 

She liked the feeling. She liked the feeling of power she got when she 
ripped her friend's panties off. She took the girl's bra cups and tweaked 
them hard, twisting the flesh beneath them around like screws in a vise. 

"When I ask you to do something," she said, seething with anger she knew not 
the source of, "you better do it. Or else." 

Valerie didn't argue. She couldn't. She was trussed up and masked. She was 
locked in with two keys inside metal and ebony and gold plate. There was 
nothing she could do. Sandy was in control now. And she liked the feeling. 

"Stand up," she said and yanked the girl to her feet before she could 
stumble up. "Stand up here and take that ridiculous thing off." 

She didn't even wait for a reply. She ripped Valerie's fancy little push-up 
bra right off her tits. The sound of clothing as it ripped was music to her 
ears. 

There was something enticing about this feeling of power. She liked it. She 
wanted more. She looked down at the box and got an idea. She turned it over 
and sat it up on one corner. It stayed. It had been built to balance on one 
flat corner. It was a trick box. 

"Sit up on this," Sandy railed. 

Valerie obliged in so short a space of time, Sandy had to blink. "Sit on 
this and rub that cunt of yours red," she said with relish. 

Her voice sounded dark and evil. It sounded like she was speaking from far 
away, and from a much more mature age than her eighteen years. And she liked 
the way she sounded. As if she were in charge. As if she were Miss Big 
Cheese and nobody would cross her. Nobody would ever dare cross her again. 

"Rub that clit," she shouted louder. 

To make her word stick, she planted the toe of her foot square into 
Valerie's stomach and pushed it around, digging her flesh in. 

"Do as I say," she bade her. "Do as I tell you." 

Again Valerie nodded. Again Sandy was seized with a rush of hot, headiness. 
She felt her cunt dribble honey as she watched the girl sweat and try to 
obey everything she told her. To the letter in fact. 

Sandy took a good long look at her handiwork. Valerie had been rendered 
totally immobile by her own hand. She had put her into these contraptions 
and locked her there. She looked gorgeous. Gorgeous and totally helpless. 
Totally dependent on her. Her pussy lips flailed away at her clit and she 
felt herself grow hotter. 

She saw Valerie's lips being spread apart by the sharp edge of the red box 
with the fire breathing dragons painted on it. She saw her cunt lips splay 
out hungrily and grip the edge of the box. She saw her work her cunt over 
the sharp edge of the box like a maniac. Like a. mad dog rubbing itself 
against a lamppost for a scratch. 

And she got hotter every second. 

"Fuck yourself with that thing," she commanded with a sneer. "Go on, do as I 
say. Do exactly as I say or I'll never let you out." 

It was true. She held the keys. She could do anything to her friend she 
wished. And right now, she wished to make her suffer. To make her spend 
herself on the sharp edge of the box and sweat trying to make herself come. 

Sandy gave her no help, only more pain. She picked the key up and started 
jabbing her in the stomach, along the ribs, at her tit flesh. 

Vaierie responded with dark, muffled moans. Were they the moans of pleasure 
or of pain? It was hard for Sandy to tell. 

"Fuck that box," she said with renewed vengeance. "Fuck it like I tell you 
or I'll keep you in there till you rot." 

She sat down on the trunk and began rubbing her ass over the bumpy wicker. 
She built up a good amount of friction and smelled her pussy juices 
responding by oozing out and down her thigh. 

Valerie, too, was oozing cunt honey. She was rubbing her little pink lips to 
a bright crimson. She rubbed her cunt to a raw rash of puffed up pussy 
flesh. Again and again she tore her cunt back and forth across the sharp 
edge of the box. 

Again and again, Sandy slid up and down the rounded lid of the trunk and 
felt her clit stiffen. She fingered herself and watched Valerie, poor 
Valerie, have to make do with the corner of a painted box. It made her wince 
with pleasure. She blinked back tears of excitement and joy. Never, never in 
her life had she had so much fun. 

Yes, it was fun sitting there getting herself off while she forced her 
friend to do the same. 

"Harder, Valerie," she said with as mean a voice as she could muster. 

She watched as the girl obeyed her to the letter. The girl spread her legs 
wider and rubbed her cunt on the box. She rubbed it back and forth, creating 
a slippery trail in both directions. She rubbed it till it built up heat and 
friction and love juice enough to lubricate a dry-bone dildo. 

Her cunt was wringing wet and glistening hot pink and swollen and 
tantalizing open and ready for whatever Sandy could think of to do with it 
next. And right now, sitting there on that trunk, Sandy could think of 
plenty. 

She heard the muffled gurgle of Val's voice. She saw the girl try to move 
her head rapidly from side to side. She saw her bounce up and down on the 
box, slamming the edge into her cunt to increase her pleasure. 

And then she watched her come. It was odd, seeing it like this from a 
distance, but quite intriguing. She felt her own pussy muscles seize up in 
response and then in one mighty charge, spill forward and throw her straight 
off the trunk in a wild, cataclysmic rush of orgasm. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

By the time Sandy got the mask off her friend, both girls were quite 
excited. 

"So Grandpa Randall must have been a swinger after all," Val said, once she 
was free of the apparatus her friend her locked her into. "I had no idea." 

"Tell me who but a swinger would have this kind of stuff around?" Sandy 
asked and held up the mask. 

The girls set the stuff down, but they couldn't deny they were still hot and 
horny. Most of the guys they knew just couldn't hold out very long, and the 
ones that did never bothered to call again. 

"Of course, Grandpa Randall was probably a swinger just in Japan," Val said, 
trying to tear her eyes from her gorgeous girlfriend's round smooth 
knockers. "I don't think Grandma Aggie would have put up with any 
shenanigans like ... " 

"Like what we just did?" her friend finished. 

"No way. Grandma Aggie is just so straight-laced." 

"Hey," Sandy said from out of left field, "did your Grandpa play around? I 
mean, did he have a girlfriend or anything?" 

"How come?" 

"Well, he might have bought this stuff for somebody else, not for your 
grandmother." 

"I hadn't thought of that." 

"Well, let's look around," Sandy said with renewed enthusiasm. "No telling 
what kind of evidence we might unearth up here." 

"I don't know," Val said, feeling a little sheepish, "I don't know, really. 
Some stuff up here might be private." 

"To whom? To a dead grandfather?" 

Valerie twisted a face a moment then grinned at her hot little friend. Some 
more exploring of the old place might not do any harm. Besides, it was a 
long time yet till Sunday supper. If anybody came back, they doubted they 
would even think to look for them up there. 

Sure enough. A search of a few more oddly-shaped boxes did unearth a pile of 
old brown letters tied up in a black ribbon. They smelled very feminine. 
Like some kind of flower perfume nobody ever used anymore. 

"I think I'll read these," Val said, glancing up at her friend who was 
looking very tempting sitting there amongst the ruins of a past generation. 
"Some other time perhaps." 

"Oh, shit," Sandy said. She dug her hand down further and wrapped it around 
something to be sure it was what she thought it was. "I think I just struck 
pay dirt." 

Val came over to the old wardrobe she was digging in. The clothes smelled 
musty and moth-balled, but her clever little friend had found something far 
more interesting than smelly World War II vintage rags. 

"Take a look at this," the blonde nymph said as she pulled out a yellowish 
dark object. She grabbed a leather strap and let the whole thing dangle 
obscenely down from it, revealing what it was and leaving no doubts about 
it. 

The thing was a dildo. A very old, but still very functional piece of 
something smooth and hard and slippery. 

"What the hell is this made out of?" Val said, her eyes glowing with 
excitement. At the moment, that wasn't all that was glowing with excitement. 

Sandy felt it and liked the way it slid under her hand. "Rubber I think." 

"Wow!" Val said as her friend dangled it in front of her face. "That is just 
too gorgeous to believe." 

"It's got a strap on it," Sandy said, exhibiting the thing. 

"I guess that's for the guy to put around his waist," Val said with a shy 
grin. 

"Guy, nothing, Val," Sandy popped back, "Guys have one of their own, 
remember?" 

"I don't think most of them have ones that stay this hard," her dark-haired 
friend giggled. "Not any ones I've ever seen anyway." 

Before Val could whistle "Dixie" Sandy was strapping the leather thong piece 
around her waist. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Val said, slightly shocked. 

"What does it look like, Kid?" 

Before Val could finish whistling "Dixie" the girl had the thing strapped 
around her waist and buckled tight. She felt the hard butt end of the thing 
sticking flush against her cunt. 

It had a hard rubbery projection on the back end of it, as well as the 
rather elongated projection up front and it felt mighty good jutting up into 
her pussy slit. 

"I love to see this thing," Sandy said. She gripped it and pulled it down 
hard. It sprang back up erect. 

"It does what you tell it to do," Val said with a wink. 

"It does. And now you're going to do what I tell you to do." 

"What if I don't?" Val said. It was a bluff. She had no intention of doing 
anything other than what Sandy asked. She was the one with the cock just 
now. 

And the cock looked spectacularly long and hot and ready. 

As ready as any man's dick she had ever seen. 

More ready in fact. 

"We're going to need a little lubricant, huh?" Val said. She wondered if she 
should protest. The thing was fully ten inches long and very wide from stem 
to stern. She figured her friend would only put it in a little bit. That 
wouldn't hurt. In fact, it would probably feel damn good. 

"Yeah," Sandy said, putting on her tough voice again. 

"I'll see if we have anything around here," she said and turned her foxy 
raven-haired head around. 

"No need to look further than your mouth, Hon," Sandy said, admiring the 
huge projection between her legs. "Spit on me, Kid, and I think we'll be in 
business." 

Val couldn't believe what her friend was asking her to do. 

But before she could protest, Sandy slapped her down on all fours and thrust 
the permanently hard member between her lips. "Suck it!" she commanded. 

She grabbed Val by the bangs and pulled her mouth up and forced the rubbery 
prick down her mouth chute. 

Val gagged. She gagged and choked and spit up enough lubricant to satisfy 
her tormentor. Sandy liked the way Val looked down there. All squatted down 
on all fours like a hound dog begging. 

Maybe she would make her beg. What the hell had come over her anway? She 
wasn't her usual cutsie little preppie self today. She had been a 
cheerleader at Westfield High. And she was pledging a sorority this fall. 
She fit the mold of a typical freshman at Buford U. So did Val. 

Why then were the two of them in this position just now? With Val on her 
hind quarter lapping up a rubber dildo Sandy had strapped around her own 
waist. 

The thing protruded at an obscene angle and made Val wince with pleasure 
just to see it. Imagine how the tip of that thing would feel stuck up inside 
her pert pink cunt hollow? 

"Spread your thighs, Sweet Stuff," Sandy said. That other personality had 
taken over now. She was an evil little bitch when she got hot. And today she 
was worse than ever. 

Maybe it was that obscene yellowish dildo. That dark prick stick thrust up 
between her own naturally soft and smooth velvety thighs. The contrast was 
striking. It had been more than she would ever have dared to try on her own. 
But with her friend here, maybe that would make it all right. 

"Wow!" Val said. She looked up at the third eye staring down at her. 

Sandy had yanked her legs wide apart and she had a hold of her hair now. She 
had begun to pull it, though not hard. But the funny thing was, whatever 
Sandy did to her, whatever mean thing she perpetrated on her, was fine with 
Val. She liked it. She liked being treated rough by her friend. 

The cock dildo was very fat and long indeed from this angle. It looked 
almost juicy. And it was wet just now. Glistening with her own spittle. And 
now, Sandy was going to shove it into her cunt tunnel. 

"Spread them," Sandy repeated in a harsh voice. 

Val saw the look on her face. It was cruel, mean, selfish and hot. The girl 
was turning her on as much as that obscene cock pole stuck up between her 
smooth alabaster thighs. 

Sandy snuggled the butt end of the thick prick stick between Val's willing 
little pussy lips. She felt the end of the thing stick even further up into 
her cunt. 

The thing had the action of diddling the person wearing it as well as 
screwing the person on the receiving end. It was a winning device. She 
pressed up into the girl's luscious cunt lips. She felt them part, like a 
flesh curtain of ecstasy. 

"Stick it a little easier," Val pleaded. 

She didn't know why she feared the thing all of a sudden, but she did. It 
scared her almost as much as the look on Sandy's face. Or perhaps it was the 
look on Sandy's face that scared her. 

She looked evil. Strange way for a blonde freshman at Buford U. to look, but 
there it was just the same. 

Sandy rammed the hard meat up the girl's pussy. 

"Oh, not so hard," Val cried. She squirmed a little, but Sandy held her 
fast. 

"Don't go anywhere," Sandy said. "You're going to be here for a long, long 
time if I have my way. And I guarantee you, I will." 

It did seem so. Sandy had her pinned hard to the floor of the attic. And she 
had her cunt lips spread wide and pinned that way, too, what with the 
flogging big dick sticking erect as a fencepost inside her cunt. 

"Oooooooooh," Sandy said. The harder she thrust, the harder the little knob 
on the other end dug into her own pussy slit. The feeling was sheer bliss. 
Seeing Val pinned to the floor was driving her crazy. And knowing that it 
was she who pinned her, made her feel even more savagely hot. 

Harder she thrust as Val responded with a whimper. 

She drove the thing up inside the girl's muscular pussy channel and felt her 
own cunt vibrate from the force of the knob at her end. The sensation was 
ecstatic. Harder still, she plunged. 

"Noooooooo," cried Val. "I can't take it. It's too much, Sandy." 

"You'll take anything I give you," Sandy said and bucked her hips to drive 
the big cock in harder. "You'll take it and like it." 

Val did like it, but it was too much. Most guys she knew had seven or eight 
inches at the most. This thing was stretching her cunt out to the maximum. 
It might even be making her bleed. The sensation was pure torture. Torture 
and a lot of hot, lusty pleasure. 

She felt her groin glowing. She felt her cunt vibrating and spewing forth 
hot, juicy pussy ooze. The stuff flowed out of her and down her thighs. The 
thing inside her hurt like a hot poker, but she loved it. 

And she loved the way Sandy was dominating her, making her do everything she 
said. She relaxed a bit and felt her cunt muscles caress the huge intruder. 

Her cunt muscles wrapped around the fuck pole and began agitating it. She 
clawed her fingernails into the soft wood of the attic floor. The pain was 
damn near unbearable, but the joy was undeniable. 

She humped her hips hard and felt them bang against the floor. She saw the 
look on Sandy's face-not the sweet, fluffy sweater look of a freshman in 
college, but the evil, dark and lusty gaze of a sensual, domineering woman. 

A woman who knew what she liked and wouldn't let anybody tell her otherwise. 
Not even her best friend. Maybe she even knew what her best friend liked. 
And maybe, maybe, this was it. It sure felt close. Very close. 

"Take that you fucking little dyke," Sandy sneered. 

She began a series of circular motions, like a spoon stirring coffee. Around 
and around the cock churned inside her. She humped her hips and gabbed every 
single lunge. She followed every play Sandy ran on her. 

From nowhere, she simply couldn't get enough. Always before, she had thought 
sex pretty tame and underrated. But here today, lying on this hot, dusty 
floor, she felt as hot as lava. Lava in the guts. Lava in the hidden folds 
of her juiced up, thirsty crimson cunt. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she cried and hurled her whole body forward so 
that her pussy snatched the dildo pole all the way to the base. 

It gripped the thing hard, harder. She couldn't get enough. And the cock 
wouldn't get soft. Ever. That was a relief. Harder she fucked. "Fuck me, 
fuck me, fuck me. Oh, do it, Sandy. Do it to me, please...." 

Her voice drifted off and she almost lost control of her muscles for a 
moment. The thing poked her back to her bowels, then she felt it slide away. 

"What the hell-!" 

She propped herself up on her elbows to get a look. Sure enough, Sandy was 
pulling the prick out of her cunt. 

"What the hell are you doing that for?" she said, almost in tears. 

"Because you aren't appreciative enough," Sandy said with an evil glint in 
her coal black eyes. "You gotta really want me, Hon, or you ain't got me at 
all." 

"Nooooooo," Val pleaded, "I want you. Jesus Christ, Sandy. Don't stop now." 

Val felt her pussy walls tingle with an awful emptiness. She really missed 
the rubbery prick sticking up inside it. She begged, she pleaded. She got 
down on her hands and knees and sucked her own pussy juice off the head of 
the cock dildo, but Sandy wouldn't plug her with it. 

Instead, she began walloping her with . it. She flogged her tits with the 
rubber cock piece. She slapped her nipples till they turned bright burgundy. 

She used the dildo as a whipping stick. She beat Val senseless with it. All 
over her face, all over her breasts and down her thighs. 

Over and over again Sandy beat Val. She beat her till tears stained her 
cheeks and her body showed red welts raised up on it. 

It was as if she were driven by demons. She couldn't stop hammering the girl 
with her dick whip. And the more she beat her, the more she felt the thing 
protrude into her slick pink hole. 

Every harsh slap at her friend was another delicious dig into her slimy hot 
cunt channel. "Stop, stop," Val cried. 

"Shut your mouth, Cunt." 

"No, no. I can't take this anymore." 

"You'll take it and like it." 

"No, you're hurting me. You're playing too rough." 

"I ain't playing, Bitch." 

"Please, Sandy. Please. I'll do anything." 

"Roll over." 

"What?" 

"Roll over and let me whip you on the other side." 

Val rolled her aching luscious little body over on the floor and felt the 
flogging dildo hard against her flesh. Again the slaps rained down her. 
Again she heard the splatting sound of solid rubber against smooth, 
outstretched flesh. 

She winced with pain. She cried and begged her friend to stop, but her words 
fell on deaf ears. She took the blows all over her body and she cried real 
tears. She was terrified. She was terrified and she trembled. 

"Now beg for it," Sandy admonished. 

She tossed her back onto her backside and stuck the rubber cock knob between 
her lips. 

"Please," Val cried. "Please." 

"Not good enough." 

Val wanted to please her friend. She wanted to please her because she wanted 
that cock between her legs and sliding up and out of her juiced up cunt 
slit. She wanted it because in fact, she was getting fucked like she had 
never been fucked before. No man's cock she had ever seen had this kind of 
staying power. Nothing she had ever felt inside her could compare to it. 

"Please, please," she cried again. She tilted her gorgeous raven-haired head 
back and bawled. "Come on, Sandy. I'll do anything. Anything you say. Only 
fuck me. Fuck me, please. Again, please. I can't take it anymore. I want it. 
Come on, give it to me. Please!!!!!!!!!" 

Sandy smiled cruelly. She had her friend right where she wanted her. Right 
in the palm of her hand. Right under the tip of her dick. 

"If you promise to do one thing," Sandy said. "But you gotta promise." 

"I promise." 

"You gotta let me be the boss, Val," Sandy said. "You gotta let me call the 
shots. Whenever we get together. I gotta fuck you, Val. I'm the head of this 
outfit. If you wanna play with me, I gotta be on top." 

"Anything, like I said. But please ram that thing up me again. I can't take 
it anymore. Just looking at it doing me in." 

With one scissors motion. Sandy spread her friends legs out and rammed the 
devilish hard rubber cock up her girlfriend's cunt. Like a pile driver, she 
drove it deep, deep inside the girl's pussy hole. 

"Ooooooooh," Val screamed with delight and pain. "That feels so good. I want 
more, more." 

Sandy worked the wet, juicy bulb end of the rubber cock in and out of the 
girl's fresh, hot, juicy pussy channel. She screwed it to one side, and then 
to the other. 

She jerked it in and out slowly and then in and out fast. She pulled it 
halfway out and began a vibrating motion that nearly sent them both through 
the roof. 

"Do it, pleeeeeease," Val begged. 

"Fuck that prick, you little shit," Sandy catcalled. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, Sandy." 

"Take it, Princess," Sandy replied. "Take it all the way up to your 
tonsils." 

Val took it all the way to the base and grasped it firmly with her pussy 
muscles. She felt a churning inside. She felt her stomach muscles churn and 
spin out of control. She felt her insides soar up, up over the landscape and 
then crash down, down into a sweet cloud of ecstasy. 

Sandy felt the hard rubber knob thrust in and out of her yearning pussy. It 
made her clit raw with rubbing. It made her hole wet with desire. The juice 
ran from between her legs and soaked her pussy lips. It soaked her thighs. 
It soaked her legs. It soaked Val's thighs and pussy and legs. 

"Oh, Jesus," she screamed as the rubbery thing finally hit home. 

She spun back and plunged forward. The cock was as hard as ever and that 
gave her a bonus thrill. She tilted her head back and let a long, moaning 
sigh escape her lips. She came like a ton of bricks. 

She put her hands on Val's clit and grabbed ahold for dear life. She bit her 
nipples so hard her teeth hurt. She bucked her hips up and down and down and 
up. And she came and came and came again. She lost count. 

But Val was right there. She pumped her back. She pumped her own end of the 
handle, helping her to achieve a wild, unbridled climax. 

"Whew," Val muttered as she helped her friend slither the thing back out of 
her wet, wrung out cunt. She was spent. 

"God almighty," Sandy said. "That, I don't believe." 

"You should believe it." 

"You were really okay, you know that?" 

"You were super, Sandy." 

"Oh, shucks, it weren't nothing." Her friend looked a little modest. But she 
looked pretty proud of herself, too. 

"Why don't we get this thing off?" 

"I suppose we have to, huh?" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The girls ate in silence. There were other boarders at Grandma Randall's 
long oak table. But Val and Sandy tried to ignore them. The biggest thing on 
both their minds at the moment was to get back up to the attic. 

Of course, there was homework to do, but that hardly seemed to matter just 
now. 

School-school seemed like a distant, far-off dream to the two young girls. 
It was mostly boring stuff anyway. History and Chem and Philosophy. Who 
cared? 

"Well," a voice said from across the table, "how do you girls like Buford 
U.?" 

It was Latisha Pruitt, Grandma Randall's star boarder. She was a gymnastic 
instructor at the local high school in Buford City. And she was an Amazon. 
About six foot tall, if Val's eye could be trusted. She would have been too 
embarrassed to ask her her actual height. 

"Oh, okay," Sandy tried. She shot the towering woman a smile and pointed to 
the mashed potatoes. "Would you pass these over to him?" 

Latisha grabbed the dish and heaved it down next to her. An elderly 
gentleman scooped up a batch of the white fluffy stuff and slammed it onto 
his plate. Val wondered about Latisha. 

She had been staying with Grandma Randall for about four years. She was 
young, say about thirty, but she was an odd one. Very few men around, as far 
as Val could tell. Grandma Randall thought it cute that she didn't date. 

"Figure that one's got her mind on a career," Agatha Randall told her one 
day. She was hanging the wash out and chatting with her grandaughter who was 
sitting in the porch swing. "She's a smart one, too. She don't mess with men 
folk." 

That had sounded odd to Val at the time. 

Why wouldn't anyone like to go out with a hot guy sometime? She'd been 
fucked on more than one occasion in the back seat of a Chevy or given head 
under the football stadium at Westfield High. And it hadn't hurt her a bit. 
In fact, she liked it a lot. 

But after today, she was wondering about all that. She had really gotten off 
on having her best friend plug her with that dildo. Gotten off like she 
never had in her life. And now she was starting to wonder. 

Maybe women were her thing. Could she be a lesbian? She took a hard look at 
Sandy and then at Latisha. Sandy was a sharp cookie. All the guys at 
Westfield had had a shot at her and she always came back for more. 

But Val had been popular, too. They had both always figured they were 
straight. But then, they'd never played around in Agatha Randall's attic 
till today. Val closed her eyes and wondered what other delights awaited 
them up there. 

She eyed Latisha as the woman helped herself to a crescent roll. She was a 
very handsome woman. Blonde and big-busted, like Sandy, only not as angelic 
looking. A little exotic around the eyes, which were a deep sea green. 

When she sat down at Grandma Randall's table, her tits hung over the table 
like the continental shelf. She wore gymnastic clothes a lot-sweat suits and 
shorts with tight-fitting T-shirts. And she had a set of weights in her 
room. 

She must have worked out a lot, because Sandy and Val could hear her on the 
floor overhead when they were in their rooms studying. They could hear her 
leave early in the morning to jog. She was a physical fitness buff. 

"You like all your teachers?" Latisha said to Sandy. 

Val could have sworn she winked at her, but maybe she was just reading 
things in where they didn't belong. Maybe ... well, it was possible. Latisha 
didn't have any boyfriends that anyone around there had ever seen. 

And all the people at Randall's Boarding House were champion gossips. If one 
had shown up, somebody would have told Grandma Randall or Val or Sandy. It 
continued to be a mystery as to what this gorgeous blonde did in her spare 
time. 

If she had any at all! She was seldom in one place for longer than it took 
her to build up a sweat. 

"I wonder if you girls would care to join me in the sitting room?" she said 
to Val and Sandy after a few minutes more of chomping. 

Dessert wasn't especially tasty tonight. All the boarders seemed to find it 
difficult to get into deep dish sweet potato pie. 

"Run along," Grandma Randall said as Val shot her a questioning glance. She 
was supposed to help her grandmother clear the table, but the woman had 
little else to do, and Val was young enough to do everything. Clearing the 
table seemed like an incredible waste. She shot the woman a thankful look 
and headed for the huge parlor. 

Latisha Pruitt motioned both of them over toward the grand piano and sat 
herself down on the love seat facing it. All the women were somewhat hidden 
by potted palms. 

"Did you want to talk to us about anything special, Miss Pruitt?" 

Val sat down and watched her next move. The voluptuous woman sat back and 
threw them both a long, lingering grin. 

"I thought I should tell you that I heard some strange noises coming from 
the attic this afternoon." 

"Probably mice," Val said lamely. 

"Probably," her partner in crime agreed. 

"I don't think so," Latisha said back calmly. "I live on the third floor, 
don't forget. I'm only one flight down from that attic. I know mice when I 
hear them. And I know the sound of young girls playing with tire." 

"We were not!" Val protested. She tossed her silky black locks back and 
stared at the woman with indignation, or something approaching it. 

"I don't mean with matches, Silly," Latisha grinned. She reached in her 
pocket and pulled out a stick of gum. "I mean with each other." 

Val swallowed hard and stared at Sandy. 

Sandy stiffled a giggle and bounced up and down on the love seat a few 
times. 

"You mean you heard us?" she said, and Val thought she almost sounded proud 
of herself. The little tattle tale bitch. 

"We weren't doing anything wrong," Val argued. She stuck her chin out to 
show Miss Pruitt she meant business. But her knees felt weak. 

"I don't happen to think you were," Latisha said calmly. She unwrapped the 
gum and stuck it in her mouth, "but you were doing something dangerous." 

"How's that?" Sandy said, leaning forward to catch her every word. 

"You were getting off on each other, and I want to tell you where that can 
lead. Just so you both know." 

Val couldn't believe her ears. She thought nobody in the house could tell 
what they were up to. Now this. Humiliating, it was. 

"What do you know that we don't already?" Sandy said, very smartly. 

"I know a lot," Latisha said with a kittenish smile. She sat back and stuck 
her tits up and put her hands on her rounded, firm hips. "And I think you 
better listen to what I have to tell you." 

"And if we don't?" Val said, trying a little offense. 

"You might as well forget that," Latisha said. "I've got too much on you." 

Val sat still a moment and felt her lower lip quiver. The woman had her dead 
to rights. 

"Look," she went on, "I'm not scolding you kids. I just want you to know 
that you're getting into a very heavy lesbian scene. Or bisexual scene, if 
you two happen to like boys, which I suppose you do, though I myself find 
them frightfully boring." She supressed a yawn. 

"We do what we like," Sandy said sternly. "And what happens to please us." . 

"You do that a lot and you won't be able to stop," Latisha shot back. 

"For crying out loud," Val began. But Latisha grabbed her so hard around the 
wrist she almost screamed. The woman was an Amazon! 

"Don't fuck with me, Sister," she said flatly. "Now I'll give you a choice. 
We can march straight up into the attic and deal squarely with each other, 
or I can go running to Grandma. Which will it be?" 

"That's blackmail," Val protested. 

"It's getting the upper hand," Latisha insisted. "And I always like to get 
the upper hand." 

Without any more words, the three headed toward the stairs. Val went first 
and the other two followed. As they spiralled up the last flight of wooden 
steps toward the attic Latisha began talking quietly. 

"You didn't know your grandfather too well, did you Val?" 

"I'm beginning to now," she giggled. "I had no idea." 

"Nobody did," the blonde teacher said as they hit the landing. "He was a 
very quiet man. He liked to plant vegetables and make his own ginger ale. He 
was good to your grandmother." 

"If I hadn't seen some of the stuff he kept up here today, I would say he 
was a pretty dull man." 

"No, he wasn't. Far from it," Latisha said as they found the light switch. 
"He had a mistress." 

"No shit!" Val said with surprise. "The old coot." 

"Not really," Latisha said back. "He was something of a rake, though." 

"A mistress! Wow!" Sandy said. She sat back on the trunk and remembered a 
moment how good her pussy felt sliding up and down on it earlier today. 

"Her name was Deborah. She was a fine girl from a fine home in town. A home 
for juvenile delinquents. Grandpa Randall met her when she was only twelve." 

"Where is she today?" Val asked as she watched the beautiful gym teacher 
walk around the room with amazing confidence. 

"I don't know. She was living here as a boarder when I first came here four 
years ago. It was she who showed me all this," Latisha said. 

With a surprise gesture that no one saw coming, Latisha reached up under the 
light switch and pulled a cord tucked under the plate. From one end of the 
attic, another light went on and then the studs in the wall started to move. 

Val grabbed her mouth not to scream out. Sandy stared at the moving door. It 
swung half open. 

"A fucking hidden door," Val said at last. 

"And just wait till you see what's inside," Latisha said with a grin. "It's 
not to be believed. Your grandfather had it specially designed for Deborah 
and their little ... friends." 

"Friends?" Val said wistfully. She knew perfectly well what Latisha meant, 
but she thought she'd play coy for a while yet. 

"Oh, they used to invite people in. Young girls from the town, actually. 
Some of Deborah's little friends from the orphanage. And they'd do some 
pretty wild things. Wanna see what I mean right now?" 

"Sure...." the girls nodded in agreement. It wasn't every day they got to 
see a secret room in Grandma Randall's attic. 

Latisha lead them into a small dark room and turned on a light switch. No 
light went on. Instead, the door behind them creaked shut. But when it did, 
a little light came on over a fireplace. 

A small tensor beam type light. 

"Here," Latisha said smoothly. She picked up a box of long fireplace matches 
and reached up. Suddenly, an amber glow illuminated the room. 

"A torch?" Sandy said, totally amazed. 

"Why not?" Latisah grinned, "your grandfather wanted the best for his little 
mistress." 

"And her friends?" Sandy added coyly. "And her friends." 

"I wonder if we could pretend we're her friends?" Val said innocently. 
"After all, attics are to play in." 

"This one was," Latisha said. She walked over to a huge silken screen with 
more fire breathing dragons painted on it and slipped behind it. "I hope you 
girls are getting ready to play," she said from behind it, "because I'm 
about to put on a costume." 

Within ten seconds, Val had slipped her clothes off and was racing Sandy 
with her shoes. Something about the secretiveness of all this. Of having 
this hot, beautiful gym teacher up there with them made both girls eager to 
try anything new and different. Maybe college wasn't going to be such a drag 
after all." 

Before the girls could look up, Latisha came out from behind the screen. She 
was stark naked. Under the glow of the amber torch light, she was 
magnificent. 

Tall and voluptuous and very muscular. That was the overall impression one 
got looking at her. She had taken her blonde hair out of the pony tail she 
wore at dinner and it hung down to her waist. 

"Wow!" Sandy said, staring at her with her mouth agape. 

"I might say the same about you two," Latisha said. 

She crossed over to a huge brass bound trunk and opened it. Both girls 
looked in and gasped. There was tons of equipment in there. More kinds of 
odd things than they thought possible in one place. 

"Your grandfather's secret cache," Latisha said and dug into the booty. 

"What the hell are those?" Sandy said as Latisha threw out a black set of 
huge iron cuffs onto a soft velour divan. 

"They're thigh cuffs," the woman said. 

"I thought they looked kind of big," Val said and immediately began to feel 
hot between her own slender girlish thighs. All the way up to her pussy, 
actually. 

There were smaller cuffs attached to each of them on thick, silver chains. 

"And these?" Sandy said as Latisha tossed the other one on the divan. "What 
are they for?" 

"To attach to my lady's wrists," the woman said as she sat next to them. 

She began tinkering with the lock and opened the thing up easily, both the 
wrist cuffs and the thicker ones for the thighs. 

"Who wants to try this on?" she said with a hint of mystery. "I think it 
only fair to warn you that if you do, I won't unlock them till I've had my 
way with you." 

"Sounds good to me," Sandy said with a wide-mouthed grin. "How about you, 
Val?" 

"I think I want to watch this time," Val said and plunked herself down on 
the divan. The plush velour felt real good against her bare buns. 

Latisha wasted no time getting to work. 

"You're going to do exactly as you're told now, Sandy," the blonde 
seductress said in a voice dripping of honey and venom. 

"Yes, Mistress," Sandy said, bowing her fluffy dishwater blonde head. 
"Anything you say." 

"Sit on the floor and spread your legs." 

The woman's voice was harsh, directive. She said everything crisply and 
reminded both the girls of a military officer. Only a very sexy one. 

"Wider!" the woman commanded in a strident voice. 

She strolled back and forth in front of the girl and talked to her as if she 
were a pet in a cage and Latisha was the head zookeeper. 

"Here," she said, "You put these on her, Val." 

Val knew better than to argue. She clamped the hard rings of metal around 
Sandy's sweet teenage thighs and added the wrist cuffs. 

"I'm going to lock you in," Latisha said after a few moments of looking at 
Sandy. Sandy looked like an angel in chains. 

She got a key from the trunk and Val's pussy went wild the moment she heard 
the final little click of the key in the lock. Sandy was now trussed up 
permanently, or as permanently as Latisha wanted her to be, that is. 

"Remember," the woman said with a severe look on her face. "This is for your 
own good. I want you to understand a few things about discipline. Neither of 
you seem to have it now, but just wait till I get through with you." 

The girls shot each other impassioned glances. This woman was serious, far 
more serious than either of them had been in the other part of the attic 
earlier that afternoon. What she said, she no doubt meant. 

"You're going to eat me, Sandy," Latisha said. She pulled her two enormous 
bosoms together and rubbed her nipples against each other. "You're going to 
eat me just like I like it. And you're going to love it." 

"I don't know," Sandy squirmed. "I sort of like to do the heavy work, you 
know. When Val and I were playing before, I was the one who-" 

"I know you were," Latisha said with a scowl. "That's why I had you clamped 
in these irons. I have to break you first." 

"Oh, no," Sandy said. She felt her heart sink. She had so wanted to be the 
dominant one. She wanted Val to look up to her and she wanted to be on top 
of it. But that was not to be. Not while Latisha ruled the roost. 

The blonde temptress got down on her knees and forced Sandy's mouth open. 
Sandy could do nothing but scream her protests. She could go nowhere. She 
could not fight the woman off. She had to sit there and take it just like it 
was dished out to her. 

"Now suck these," the woman said and thrust her whole huge hard nipple head 
into Sandy's mouth. "Suck them with your tongue, Slave." 

Sandy shook her head around and sent her hair billowing up. Twin tears of 
fright poured down her cheeks. 

"Pleeeeease," she said, "I don't want to be a slave. Pleeeeeease." 

"You'll do as I command." 

The huge woman dominated the smaller girl completely. She thrust her ruddy 
red nipple inside Sandy's mouth and forced her head down on it. 

Sandy felt her hand hard against the back of her head. Like a body blow. The 
woman was incredibly strong. Her muscles rippled in the torch light. She had 
never seen such a strong woman and she was frightened. 

"You'll like it once you get the hang of it," Latisha said and pressed the 
terrified girl's head down so hard she practically choked. 

"Nooooooooooo," Sandy let out. Then, she felt an intrusion of hard, rubbery 
flesh invade her mouth and practically fill it up. 

"Mmmmmffffffrrrgggg," she said and tried to move away. 

But she was locked in place. Locked into the evil little device her best 
friend had been forced into putting on her. It was a cruel trick. Sandy 
despised it, or so Val thought. She was certainly acting like she did. 

"Don't hurt her," Val whined from her place on the divan. 

"Shut up!" Latisha shouted back. 

Val fell silent. The scene was incredibly hot, and it was terrifying. Sandy 
was totally under Latisha's thumb. She could do anything she wanted to the 
girl and Sandy couldn't lift a finger. 

She winced as she tried to pull her hands up to stop the crazed she-bitch 
from choking her with her huge ruby nipples. Each time she tried, her wrist 
hurt so much, she couldn't move her hand. 

The cuffs were pinching her. They were on tight, and Latisha had put them on 
that way on purpose. Latisha was a schooled disciplinarian. And Sandy was a 
new slave. But she was learning. And she was learning fast. Pain was her 
teacher. 

"Now suck my cunt," the huge woman railed. She stood up and towered over the 
frightened girl. 

Val looked up and cowered. The woman was spreading her cunt lips apart with 
her fingers. Her hole looked enormous. Bigger than the entrance to a cave. 
Like a blackened subway tunnel that went on endlessly. 

"You're going to shove that hot little tongue of yours up my cunt and love 
it." 

Again Sandy shouted, but she stopped midway. A hard hand slapped across her 
cheek. She looked up startled. The woman had slapped her so hard, it made 
her teeth rattle. Her eyes were filled with tears. She blinked harder. 

"I want you to lick my pussy," the woman said, "with complete enjoyment. Do 
you hear me?" 

Sandy heard. She tried not to listen, but she knew if she didn't do what 
this woman commanded, she would be at her mercy. 

She opened her mouth and felt the hot, wringing wet cunt lips of the huge 
dominatrix descend over her whole face. The woman held her cunt lips apart 
and sat down on Sandy's sweet little angelic face. 

She began to bounce. She bounced up and down on Sandy's wet, smooth face. 
She bounced on her pug little nose and on her sweet, hot cherry red lips. 

She stuck her clit into the little girl's mouth and commanded her to suck it 
hard. "Suck my clit, Slave! Suck it or I'll whip you to within an inch of 
your disgusting little preppie existence. Hear me?" 

Sandy tried to nod, but she only succeeded in gulping down more of the 
woman's wet cunt lips. 

"Put that tongue of yours out," Latisha commanded. "Stick it out where I can 
feel it, or I may just decide to cut it off." 

"Noooo," Val said from the divan. Her cunt was quivering fast, and she had 
to stick her finger up it to keep herself from squirming in pleasure. She 
muffled her cries. She didn't want the vicious vixen Latisha to turn on her. 

Latisha was growing impatient. She reached her hand around Sandy's slender 
white neck and began to strangle her. With that, the girl stuck out her 
tongue. She was learning the hard way from her mistress that she must do 
exactly as she was bade. 

She must do exactly as she was bade or suffer the consequences. 

"Suck me, suck me." Latisha stormed. 

Sandy felt her tongue go to work on the woman's insides. It shoved up past 
the tight pink inner lips and into the sweet portals of hot juicy desire. It 
shoved up and straight into the woman's cunt hole. 

She tasted the woman's runny cunt honey. She reamed her pussy with all her 
might. And she ached from the pain and humiliation of being forced against 
her will to do these things. She was being made a slave and it hurt. 

"Harder, harder," the sex-crazed bitch said as she stomped her feet and 
began to slap Sandy across the face. She pounded her fists along the girl's 
back in a headlong rush to climax. 

"More, more," she shouted again and again. 

Sandy plugged her cunt hole with her tongue. She swabbed it around and 
around as fast as her eager girlish tongue muscles would let her. She drew 
her head back and thrust her whole rolled up tongue inside again. 

The woman screamed. Sandy felt her come. She felt her pitch forward and rock 
back and come. She knew she was having a climax and it felt odd. Strange 
that she should feel as she did, but the woman was turning her on. She found 
she liked to be down here on her knees. The resistance had been sweet, but 
now it was over. She had become Latisha's little slave girl, and now it was 
time to serve her. 

It was also time she got off, too. And she hoped her mistress would take 
good care of her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"That's adorable," Latisha said to Sandy as she locked her necklace cuff 
around the girl's throat. 

"Maybe it will hide the strangulation marks," said Sandy under her breath. 

"What did you say?" Latisha asked in a cruel voice. She turned around and 
eyed Sandy fiercely. "Say that again." 

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Sandy whimpered. 

"But you hurt me when you did that to me last time. You really marked me 
up." 

"That's as it should be," Latisha said haughtily. "I should leave my mark on 
you. I am the Mistress. You are the Slave Girl." 

Something about that statement made Sandy twice as hot as she had been 
already. She liked serving Latisha. It would be fun to have some more fun 
with her. She seemed to know a lot. But there were questions both girls had 
to ask. 

"May I speak, Mistress?" Val piped up. She wanted to be completely polite to 
the woman. She didn't want to take any chances offending her. 

"Speak," the blonde bitch said. "Now." 

"Well, I feel a little strange. Kind of giddy in my stomach and a little bit 
in my head, too." 

"And why is that?" 

"Because Sandy and me ... we're straight. I mean, we like guys. We both went 
to the Westfield Senior Prom with football players. We double dated." 

"You're talking of girlish things," Latisha said. She leaned back and 
fingered a set of wrist cuffs with a thick bar separating them. "Of course, 
you can date guys all you like. But I must warn you, once you become my 
slaves, you won't want to have much to do with men in the sexual 
department." 

"No?" Sandy said, her eyes wide as saucers. "I can't believe it. I mean, I 
know you're good to us, Mistress. We like you and all, but there is just so 
much to learn." 

"I'm going to teach you, too." 

"I hope so," Val said. She was already beginning to forget about boys. They 
had cocks, but most of them just stiffened up, poked around and shot their 
load. Then they were all through for fifteen minutes. She wanted more. 

"Put this on her," Latisha commanded Val. She tossed her a set of wrist 
cuffs with the bar between them. And another set of slightly larger cuffs. 
These were separated by a dangling silver chain. 

Sandy submitted, only a little more willingly. It was fun playing with 
Latisha. She knew a lot about sex and women and how to get herself off. She 
could only hope the woman would be as considerate of her. 

"Now come over here," Latisha said. 

The girl padded over and Latisha locked her arms along her sides with yet 
another of the keys. Then, the woman opened a slender door in the wall and 
produced a metal ski affair. A solid brass dildo was jutting out of the 
front end of the ski. The whole thing was set on a black wrought iron tripod 
about the height of ... say a young girl's cunt opening. 

"Now you're going to get off," Latisha said. "In fact, I command it." 

"Couldn't somebody just eat me?" Sandy said. She hated to beg for it, but 
she was feeling hot and horny and totally unloved. 

"No. You're going to have to take punishment along with the pleasure. You 
still have a long way to go before learning how to serve your mistress with 
the complete loyalty that she demands. Now is that understood?" 

"Yes," Sandy replied with her eyes cast downwards. 

"Yes, what?" the voice spoke firmly, and with an air of superiority. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"That's better. Now come here." 

Sandy padded over. Latisha made her straddle the thing. She looked at Val 
and Val looked back at her. There wasn't much Val could do about it. She 
thought her friend Sandy looked adorable straddled across the fancy brass 
dick apparatus. 

The dildo was pointing up at a rakish angle. It was pointing straight toward 
Sandy's pert pink cunt slit. 

"You're not going to make her ride that, are you?" Val asked in her usual 
innocent high-pitched voice. "You're not going to make her stick that big 
thing up her pussy?" 

Actually it was the same size as the huge thing her best friend had stuck up 
Val's cunt only a few hours ago, and Val was kind of glad to see somebody 
else get it. 

Of course, she couldn't help wishing it was her all over again. 

"She's going to sit on it all right," the blonde woman said with utter 
confidence. "And what's more, she's going to just love it." 

"Noooooooo," Sandy shouted at them both. "I don't just love it. I don't want 
this thing up me. Not like this. I have to take it a little at a time. I 
have to take it gently." 

"Sit down and shut up," the blonde beauty said as she sat back on the divan 
and admired the view. 

"Don't make me," Sandy protested again. Only this time, her cries had a 
hollow ring to them. Nobody paid her much attention. 

"Spread your legs, Val," Latisha commanded. "Now do as I say." 

Val spread her legs like scissors on command. She smiled sweetly at her 
captor. "You like?" 

"Stop acting so innocent," Latisha snapped. "I happen to know a whole lot 
more about you and your family than you want me to." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"You're like your grandfather, Hon. He used to love to sit there and watch 
the show." 

"You were one of the ... friends, huh?" Val said. She had guessed as much. 
How else would this girl know so much about the place? Or so much about how 
to use the equipment. Or so much about to get another girl off. 

"I lived at the orphanage with Deborah," Latisha said. "She was older than 
me by fifteen years. But she used to share a room with me. She made me do a 
lot of things to please her. She was a beautiful woman, but a little cruel." 

"What kind of things did you have to do to please her?" Val said to her 
blonde mistress. 

The woman responded by wrapping her hard hand around Val's neck and throwing 
her to the floor. "Things like this," she said cruelly. 

She spread her own legs wide and thrust her gorgeous blonde pussy toward the 
ceiling. 

"What are you doing?" Val said, practically crying out from the pain of the 
woman's grasp around her little neck. 

Latisha dug her fingernails into the girl's shoulders and yanked her 
forward, skinning her knees on the floor as she did so. "Making you do as 
you're told." 

"But I would do as I was told," Val hollered, "you don't have to force me." 
What was wrong with this woman anyway? Didn't she know what a sweet little 
lamb Val was? Didn't she know that she wasn't as rebellious as Sandy. 

She didn't need to be treated like this. She would comply with anything the 
gorgeous six foot Amazon bade her to do. Yet she was still being forced to 
her bloody knees and made to eat the older woman's cunt out with her own 
quivering mouth. 

"You don't understand, do you?" Latisha said, sounding very smug. "I really 
don't think you understand at all. But you will." 

Val let out a plaintive little cry. The woman was making her feel miserable. 
Of course, she would love to suck her cunt, but did it have to be under 
these circumstances? Couldn't they just be friends? 

"No, Mistress," she wailed. "I don't understand. Why are you treating me the 
same way you are treating my friend? She's not buckling under, but I never 
had any arguments with anything you wanted. I want to eat your pussy." 

"And you're the most dangerous slave of all," she said at last. She never 
released her firm grip from around, the girl's shoulders. "You're the one 
who plays at being my pet, but all the time you are plotting to take my 
place." 

"No!!!!!!!" Val protested. 

"Yes, you are the one that is insincere. I can break your friend here, but 
I'll never break you." 

"I'm not insincere!" Val wailed. "I'm not!!!!!!" 

Latisha unlocked her fingers from the flesh of the girl's shoulders and 
grabbed her erect pink nipples. She pulled her forward, inch by agonizing 
inch until her mouth was flush with the woman's cunt. 

"Prove it," she said through clenched teeth. 

Val opened her eyes and stared straight into the runny wet pussy hole of the 
gigantic woman. The slimy swollen lips of her pussy were rubbery and alive 
with undulation. Like fat pink caterpillars the insides of her cunt lips 
gripped together, then released to expose the black diamond of the woman's 
mammoth cunt hole. 

"Eat!" she commanded. "Eat me while I watch your little friend get hers on 
the end of that brass monkey over there." 

Val began to eat. She pressed her tiny pink tongue around the woman's 
shimmering wet folds. She smelled the faint odor of cunt juice. She felt 
like the big thing might suck her up. She felt like she might be sucked up 
by the eye of the hurricane quivering at the tip of her tongue. 

"Suck it, Slave," Latisha repeated. 

Val breathed in. She sucked her cheeks in like fleshy bellows and sucked the 
woman's cunt honey out of her hole. She patted her tongue the woman's thick 
pussy lips and slurped into her tight slit. 

The sucking sounds coming from the divan made Sandy very hot. She eyed the 
brass dildo. The thing would stay hard forever if that's what she wanted. 
Actually, it depended on her mistress. It depended on what her mistress 
wanted. 

"Now start to run your cunt lips over that dildo, Bitch," her commander 
shouted. Latisha sat back and wrapped her strong thighs around Val's 
lustrous black head of hair. "Go on, now. Do as I command. Or you know what 
will happen." 

Sandy knew very well. She spread her legs wide. She faced the huge brass 
dildo and tried to angle her cunt down over it so that it wouldn't hurt her 
too much. 

She wanted to do it right. She wanted to make sure Latisha liked the way she 
was doing it. She didn't want the woman to rush over and plunge her down on 
the hard brass dick knob. 

"Sit on it, Slave." 

She knew she should hurry, but she wanted to be careful. Her cunt felt hot. 
It felt hot and slippery and wet and ready. She placed her cunt down 
gingerly on the protruding knob of dick brass. It was icy cold, but her cunt 
lips warmed it. 

She skewered herself directly in the hole. Bull's eye! She hoped Latisha 
would be proud of her. 

She looked at the action on the divan. It was making her fluids charge out 
of her cunt slit. She worked the head of the brass thing up and down with 
the clinging tight lips of her delicate pink cunt. She slid her gash over 
the knob and worked it up and down, down and up ... building up the heat and 
friction to a tolerable level. 

And the action made her hot. The action on the divan and the action between 
her tingling pussy lips made her hot and willing and ready for anything her 
mistress might dish out to her. 

"Harder, Slave," the woman said. 

From the sound of her voice, she did not sound pleased with the way Sandy 
was working her brass dildo in and out of her cunt. From her next comment, 
she was certain of it. 

"If you can't do that right, I'll have to come over there and make you." 

Latisha smiled and turned back to the slave at her cunt. The girl was 
kneeling and licking her with her savage pink tongue. The tongue was like a 
thousand butterflies kissing her clit. Then the tongue became a snake and 
wound all up inside her and sprung out. 

Then up inside again. 

Then, it slithered out. 

Straight up and around. 

Then, down hard and wiggling, wiggling it slipped out. 

Only to slither up again. 

The thrusts and the jabs and the sucks were making Latisha delirious. She 
gripped the little slave girl with her thights and locked her legs harder 
around her neck. 

"Aaaahhhhhhh," Sandy said as the brass dildo head sunk into her slit. The 
thing was making her dizzy. 

Latisha tossed her flaxen hair back and let her mouth fall open. The feeling 
of unbridled ecstasy was just around the corner. She let it overtake her. 
She let the feeling consume her and she bounced her hips so hard Val had to 
hold her head firm so as not to be shaken off the sweet wringing wet hole of 
her cruel mistress. 

"That will do," she said to Val finally. "That is quite enough, Slave." 

Val felt her own cunt get wet and she didn't want to stop. She wanted to 
continue sucking her mistress, all night if she could. 

Her mistress's cunt was heaven and she felt like a worthless creature 
seeking entrance. 

"Please, Mistress," she begged. "Please let me suck you some more." 

A lump stuck in her throat. She didn't want the wicked woman to tear her 
sweet cunt from her, but the woman stood up and threw Val to the floor with 
a loud smack. 

"Out of my way," she said. She charged over to where Sandy was riding the 
thick brass cock pole. "Harder," she said viciously. "Harder!" 

"I'm doing as best as I can," the pitiful little slave girl wailed. "Please, 
Mistress. Show some mercy." 

Mercy was the last thing on Latisha's mind just now. She straddled the metal 
ski and stood up on it. With one muscular foot she pushed the girl's 
shoulders down, down, down onto the plump cock piece. 

"Noooooooo!" Sandy roared. "Please, no! You'll hurt me." 

"That my dear," Latisha grinned savagely, "is exactly what I intend to do." 

The woman dug her foot into Sandy's shoulder. She straddled her poor 
shoulders and set her whole weight on the girl, forcing her to eat her pussy 
yet again. 

"Suck this and weep," she railed. 

Val was feeling left out again. At least until the cruel blonde bitch told 
them what she wanted. 

"Fuck my tool," the woman commanded harshly. "Slave Valerie will now eat 
Slave Sandy's clit while she rides the brass dildo." 

Val made a dash for the girl's erect rubbery clit as it protruded out from 
the hooded flesh of her cunt crack. 

"Suck her until I command you to cease," the woman said. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

Slave Sandy will ride the brass dildo as hard as she can. I want to see you 
sweat, Bitch!!!!!" 

The blonde wench dug her pussy into the poor beleaguered girl's little wet 
mouth. Again, she felt lusty teen lips caress the slippery sides of her twat 
and slide around the circumference of her engorged clit. 

"Keep that up," the woman in charge yelled. 

They both kept up the action their white queen commanded. Sandy riding up 
and down on the brass pecker rod. And Valerie. Poor Valerie had to go around 
to her girl friend's front door and beg for admission. 

Her pussy was stuffed full of hot brass dildo. The friction inside Sandy's 
cunt had turned her cunt lips purple. Valerie felt their heat. She felt the 
searing intensity of the little girl's cunt as she licked her clit. 

She licked the slave's clit until it shone with heat and sweat and cunt 
honey. She strummed the thick rubber clit with her tongue until it hummed. 
The thing felt monstrously huge under hex tongue. 

She batted it back and forth. She sucked her cheeks in hard and blew out. 

The girl was moaning. The girl was moaning and humping the brass thing hard. 

Sandy tossed her head around once, but it was no use. Her evil mistress 
brought it back with her knees and positioned it dead into the portals of 
her slimy slit. 

"Suck me like I say, Slave." 

"Suck me hard." 

"Suck me like a sponge." 

"Suck me till you bleed." 

"Suck, slave, suck!" 

Sandy sucked. She humped the hard dildo that seemed now to be imbued with a 
life and heat of its own. She humped up and down on the thick, syrupy rock 
hard cock substitute and felt the thing grind into her loins. 

She felt it pierce her insides with its punishing, unmitigated force. She 
felt it swipe her cunt tunnel and bounce off her inner core. She felt 
herself ride up in an elevator at a hundred miles an hour. She felt herself 
ride up in an elevator until she hit the penthouse. 

Softly, she moaned, though her voice was overshadowed by the mighty fortress 
of Latisha's punishing hole. 

Val sucked Sandy's clit. Sandy felt her pulling on her clit so hard she 
thought the eager slave might twist it off in an attempt to do her 
mistress's bidding. 

She felt the punishing blows of the brass dildo. She felt the sucking action 
of her best friend's tongue and teeth and lips. They surrounded her clit. 
And the brass dildo assaulted her cunt. 

She let go of the elevator. It rushed headlong to the basement. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," Latisha said as the girl dropped her load. "I can 
feel this little slave girl getting off. I can feel her coming." 

Sandy came. She felt her insides split open and slam shut. She lost her 
balance and rocked backwards only to be yanked back up by her mistress's 
cunt lips. Lips she swore had reached out and pulled her. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"The problem with both of you is that you're young," Latisha laughed. She 
tossed her blonde halo of hair back and eyed the girls critically. "You're 
playing with something that is bigger than you are." 

"Well, I happen to think it's fun," Val said. She wrinkled her turned-up 
nose and tried for that innocent look that was beginning to tarnish 
considering what had just happened in the attic room. 

"Me, too," Sandy seconded. "I happen to like getting it on with girls. I 
guess they understand much more than guys about how we like to get off." 

"Why don't you tell me a little about your history with boys," Latisha said. 

Both girls exchanged glances and then pretended to puke. 

"Don't give me that," Latisha said. "I bet you get off just having one of 
the little fuckers call you up on the phone." 

"Sandy does," Val said teasingly. "I saw her jerk off once with the phone 
receiver." 

"That's a lie," the blonde beauty said. She reached out and playfully yanked 
her friend's wavy tresses. 

"Really, though," Val said in a more serious voice, "I do like guys. The 
only problem is, they can't hold out long enough to really satisfy me." 

"I guessed as much." 

"They're fun to be with, and most of them can throw a real good fuck, at 
least the ones that I have been out with can." 

"But?" Latisha said, taking her time. She knew she was in control here and 
she liked to savor every single moment of it she could. 

"But they're just too fast on the trigger. And all that straight sex stuff. 
Who wants to just make out and then pet a little and slip it in and bang, 
bang, bang, thank you ma'am?" 

"Not me," Latisha grinned evilly. 

"I know," Sandy said. 

Her mistress was sitting on the sofa and running her hands through Sandy's 
silken hair. She patted Val on the ass from time to time as the girls 
continued. 

"I'm afraid we've even got: dates for tonight," Val said, shaking her head 
in sorrow. "A couple of fraternity types. Remember Sandy?" ; 

Sandy felt like shit. She had almost forgotten that she and her best; friend 
had flirted with those two guys at last Saturday's football game. They had 
sat real close to the bench where the second string players sat and talked 
to a couple of the beefier ones. 

Those shoulder pads had made them look beefy enough to pour gravy on and 
eat. The girls spent the entire game winking and flirting and shoving their 
tight little plaid skirts all the way up to their pubes just to entice the 
big guys. 

It had been no surprise that by the end of the game, the two girls had 
scored dates with both of the players. The taller of the two was named Max. 
The other guy, a bit wider in the chest, though slightly shorter was called 
Rick. 

"How disgusting," Sandy said at last. "We'll have to leave here and go out 
and see those two guys." 

"You don't have to go," Latisha said in the silence that followed. 

Sandy took a long look at the woman's thick hard nipples sitting atop her 
mountainous white fleshy tits. Maybe staying here would be more fun. 

"We sort of promised them," Val said. "I mean, we could cancel, but that 
wouldn't be polite." 

"I think you should go, actually," the blonde mistress said. "I think you 
should go and compare techniques." 

"What do you mean?" Val looked at her mistress with wide, searching eyes. 

"You should go out with those boys. Maybe you should even bring them back 
here and fuck them. Then, you might be reminded how much better love is when 
you get it from a worthy mistress." To punctuate her point, Latisha landed a 
sharp blow with the toe of her foot square into Val's hot little cunt. 

"Oh, you're better by a long shot," Val swore. 

"You don't mean that," Latisha said, glowering, "at least you don't mean it 
yet. But you soon will. I promise you that." 

"I'm not really sure which are better," Sandy piped up. 

"I know you're not, darling," her mistress said. "You must find out for 
yourself. I won't stand in your way. But you must know that once you have 
tested out the guys on this campus, you will surely come back to me." 

"I think you might have something there," Sandy nodded. 

Val thought a moment. She actually didn't know which was better. Guys got 
hard. They had these big, stiff pricks to contend with and then they wanted 
you to fuck them. That could be fun ... or it could be miserable, depending 
on who was doing it. 

But girls were another thing entirely. Christ, pussies never got soft. They 
never went dry and they were always ready to take something juicy and hard 
up them. That gave women a slight edge. But still, she didn't know." 

"I'll leave you two now," Latisha said. She stood up in one graceful motion 
and strutted across the room. She had a body that had to be experienced to 
believe. Both girls watched her move around and felt themselves growing 
hotter with each little step she took. She looked back and smiled. 

"I'm going to leave the keys in this box," she said, pointing to a long, low 
trunk. "You two will come up here with your dates. And you will both fuck 
them here. Then, you shall decide. You shall decide which is better." 

She spoke in a soft, husky voice. A voice that was mesmerizing in its 
intensity. As though she were hypnotizing the girls. 

Val and Sandy stared at her and found themselves shaking their head. 

What else could they do but agree with her? She had bade them to go out on 
their dates and bring those boys home and fuck them. 

An odd request, but one they intended to follow to the letter. It would be 
an acid test. From the experience, they would then be able to decide who was 
better ... guys or girls. 

The two bubbly chicks bounced down the stairs and headed for their separate 
bedrooms. They shared a little study room where the phone was kept. In 
fifteen minutes, they met there and waited for Max and Rick to phone them. 

"They're late," Sandy said, looking at the watch on her slender little 
wrist. 

"Hope they're not going to stand us up," Val said in alarm. That would be a 
bummer. 

"I think they're just doing their typical male thing," said Sandy. 

"Yeah, making us wait and wait until they decide it's time to call." 

"Making us horny for it." 

"Making us hungry for the sound of those big, bass voices." 

"Cut it out, will you?" Sandy said at last. 

She had started to dream about shoulder pads when she closed her eyes. It 
was unnerving. 

A shrill bell sounded in the little room and Val pounced on the phone. She 
spoke in her sweetest, most flirtatious little voice. She could be a real 
cunt when she wanted to, her friend thought as she listened. 

"Oooooooh, okay," Val cooed into the receiver. "Afterwards, how about coming 
over here?" 

No argument from the sound of things. And from the look on Val's face, the 
guys were practically chomping at the bit to do anything she suggested. 
Apparently that little session at the football game had done some good. 

Loser's Pizza Hut was about as good as its name. It was the local campus 
hangout and a lot of guys brought chicks in that they wanted to show off. 
Max and Rick seemed very proud to be with their dates. 

Maybe it was because Sandy was wearing a skin tight loose knit sweater that 
practically screamed "Fuck me" every time she wiggled. 

And that night, she wiggled plenty. She wore a pair of suede shorts that fit 
her like a beige coat of paint and a pair of glittery suspenders pulled out 
and around the rather sizable mounds of her tits. 

Just to make the outfit authentic, she topped it off with a freshman beanie 
with a big "Buford U." insignia on it. 

Val was wearing a plaid skirt with a slit up the side that came to her cunt 
line. She took the precaution of wearing see-through panties just in case 
somebody happened to catch a glimpse of her sweet little snatch. She had on 
a simple white blouse with her favorite push-up style bra on under it, 
making her tits bounce up and practically kiss her chin. 

Max and Rick had a hard time taking their eyes off the girls even when it 
came time to order. They talked about the usual things college kids talk 
about and then paid the bill. 

Both of them could hardly wait to get these little chickadees home and stick 
their hands down their blouses. But they were a little surprised to see a 
huge three story Victorian style house sitting back amongst the shrubbery. 
From the way the girls were dressed, they expected them to live in a modern 
apartment in town. 

"It's my grandmother's place," Val said as the boys registered surprise. 

She smiled at Max and scooped her arm around his. She had to admit she liked 
him. He talked nice enough, though he was a bit slow. Both the guys were on 
football scholarships. And he was tall. She liked that. 

Sandy accompanied Rick into the house. His broad shoulders looked even 
meatier without the shoulder pads. She could hardly wait to show him what 
her body looked like without the clothes. 

"We have to be kind of quiet," Val said as they tiptoed into the house. 
"Grandma Randall is asleep." 

Sandy had to giggle. An A-bomb wouldn't wake Grandma Randall. She had to 
wonder about Latisha though. Her room was on the third floor. 

"Val," Sandy said in a curious voice. "Why don't we take the guys straight 
up to the attic?" 

"Oh," her friend said in a naive voice. 

It was a fake voice. The whole scenario had been pre-arranged by the girls. 

"You sure it's okay?" Rick said. He inhaled and practically broke the 
buttons on his shirt front. "I mean, with your grandmother?" 

"WE have sort of a little club house up there," Val fumbled. 

Sandy wiggled her hot little hips up the stairs and made sure Rick was 
standing right behind her. He made the bold move of grabbing ahold of them, 
pretending not to be able to see in the darkness on the steps. 

"We only invite very special guests up here, though," Sandy said. She stuck 
her hot little ass out hard and felt Max's hand encompass her waist. 

"I'm scared of the dark," the big galoot said as he trailed after her. 
"Protect me, will you, Hon? I can't see a damned thing." 

They spiralled up to the top of the house and Sandy turned on the switch. 
Val pointed toward the door where the secret opening was, and the two guys 
watched in utter amazement as the thing swung open. 

"Wow!" Rick said as he followed the girls in hot pursuit. 

The two of them were a little stunned to see what was in there. But Sandy 
and Val were just as surprised. Latisha had been working while they were 
out. 

Several of the pieces of training and discipline equipment were set up and 
made ready to go. The torches were lit and there was a bucket of champagne 
sitting near the fireplace on an end table. Stemware glasses were sitting to 
one side of it. 

"It's a far cry from Loser's Pizza Hut," Max whispered to his friend, 
wondering what the hell they had just gotten into. 

Rick figured they had just stepped into paradise. It was a fantasy he had 
often had lying in his sordid little dorm room and staring at the chipped 
paint on the ceiling. But he had never in a million years believed it might 
come true. 

"What exactly is this club?" Max asked after a moment of stunned silence. 

"It's a club for very sophisticated people," Sandy said gamely. She motioned 
for one of the guys to help her uncork the champagne. 

"Yes," Val said, smiling sweetly. "It's called Deborah's Dungeon Club." 

"How do we get to be members?" Rick grinned. 

Max could already feel his spine tingling. It wouldn't be long before his 
cock followed suite. "I like it," he said at last. 

"This equipment is very old and very expensive," Sandy pointed out. 

"And very hard to come by," Rick added. "I suppose." 

"Oh, yes," Val said. For some reason, she had begun to feel slightly 
embarrassed. She liked it here with Sandy and Latisha. But she hardly knew 
these jocks. 

"I wonder if it would be okay to try some of it out?" Rick said. 

Max grinned and gulped his drink. "I second that idea." 

"Oh, I think it would be okay," Val said. "I mean, Sandy and I use this 
stuff all the time." She suddenly realized what she had just said and tried 
to cover her error. "I mean, when we have company." 

"You two do this with each other?" Max almost gasped. It was better than any 
fantasy. 

Two chicks who freaked off with each other! 

"Sometimes," Sandy said, "but we thought that tonight-" 

"I'd give my scholarship to see that," Rick said and tried not to drool. 

"I'd sell, my soul to the lowest bidder," Max agreed. 

"But we thought...." Sandy fumbled her words badly. "We thought you guys 
might like to ... " 

"Make it with us," Val finished. 

The two of them stood there and stared at the two handsome rugged jocks and 
they all burst out laughing at once. 

"I'd make it with you anywhere," Max said to Val, "only here in these 
circumstances, I sure would like to get a chance to watch for a change." 

Val heaved a sigh. So that was how it was going to be. Oh, well, she might 
as well try it. 

"Just let us watch once," Rick begged, "We'll fuck you all night if you like 
afterwards. How does that sound? Huh?" 

Val shot Sandy a hopeless glance. Might as well get with it, the look seemed 
to say. 

"One problem," Sandy said. She had already started to squirm with 
discomfort. 

"What's that?" 

"You guys kinda gotta. ... uh ... " 

"Make us," Val finished. 

Rick and Max exchanged quick glances. Suddenly they stood up and flexed 
their considerable muscles. In no time at all, Rick had his jersey off and 
Max was not far behind. Their shoulders were massive. 

Their arms rippled and undulated with waves of sinewy, young flesh. Their 
chest expanses grew with every breath. Their necks were like steel barrels. 

"We'll make you all right," Rick said. 

"Goodie," shouted Sandy. 

"Shut up," said Max. 

Sandy threw him a black velvet object and he recognized the eye holes. He 
set it on his face and became a stern dominant in a matter of moments. He 
looked so awesome stripped to the waist with that mask on, he didn't even 
need a whip. He could kill a person with his bare hands. 

Val gave Rick a similar mask, and saw him change personalities almost as 
soon as he put it on. 

"Strip, both of you," he commanded sternly. 

His voice had changed, too. It had become deeper. Sandy smiled at him. Then, 
she felt the toe of his sneaker between her legs. 

"Ouch!!!!!" 

"Do as we say, Bitch!" 

Max grabbed a long pole and a stout length of scratchy rope. He made the 
girls undress each other in silence. 

He took in his breath as Sandy's perfect tits shook free of her tight 
sweater. They were even higher and firmer than they had looked under her 
clothes. Her pussy was a sweet little pink slit with wide, flaring cunt 
lips. 

Val was just as gorgeous. Smaller tits, but with long, pointed, thick 
nipples and a honey of a cunt. Both girls had just the barest whisper of 
cunt hair, so slight you could easily glimpse the portals of their pussies 
under it. Very arousing to both of them. 

Max felt his prick stiffen beneath the tight jockey shorts. It formed a huge 
bulge in his pants. Rick could feel his own prick start to head down and ram 
against his thigh. It would be hard to stand here and watch these two cuties 
do anything without creaming his jeans, but it would be fun trying. 

"Now here's a nice little piece," Rick said, feeling the smooth, hard 
surface of the steel rod. 

It had a set of handcuffs dangling from it. There was a matching steel rod 
with yet another set of handcuffs, slightly larger, which indicated that 
they might be footcuffs. 

Anyone wearing them, would have to stand with their ankles spread wide. It 
looked like just the thing to tie Sandy up in. 

"Here," Max said to Sandy, "take this." 

Rudely, he stuck the stick up to her back and the two guys forced her wrists 
into the cuffs. She protested by tossing her mane around and begging them to 
stop. The damn thing hurt. And the ankle cuffs hurt even worse. 

She had forgotten how painful and humiliating, being trussed up like this 
could be. 

The ankle cuffs with the brace piece in between made her stand with her cunt 
spread wide and her clit poking out the top of her slit for the two 
dominants to see. They leaned her against the mantle of the fireplace and 
commanded Val to come forth. 

"Now suck," Rick said simply. 

Val shook her head. It was humiliating to have to suck her friend in front 
of two guys she hardly knew. This is not what she had in mind at all. 
Sandy's cunt lips were quivering with expectation. Val bowed her head. She 
held her place. 

"Suck now, Cunt!!!!!" Max roared. 

He rushed her and stood over her. He reached down and slapped her hard, 
first on one cheek, then the other. She felt his hard hand stinging her, 
making tears spring into her eyes. 

"No!!!!!" she protested. "Please don't make me do it in front of you guys." 

"You'll do it when and how we say," Rick said in a cruel voice. 

"You'll do it how we want to see it," Max seconded. 

The two of them stood towering over her and she felt like a grovelling piece 
of shit. She felt like a lowly turd, and her cheeks smarted. 

"Now, suck," Rick said. His voice was low and menacing, but controlled. 
Something about it made Val know she had better do as he said. 

She stuck her tongue out and made a face. Again someone slapped her. 

"You'll do it and like it," a mean voice stormed. 

She sighed to herself and tried to make a smile. And she stuck her tongue 
out and aimed it at Sandy's juicy pink cunt. She did as she was told. She 
knew she had better do exactly as the two guys wanted. 

Suddenly, they were in control here. They were the ones calling the shots. 
It didn't make her very happy, but she knew it. 

"Suck that clit," one of the guys said. She heard him breathing hard behind 
her and she knew he meant his command to be obeyed. 

"Do as we say." 

Val wiggled her tongue over the firm, fine flesh of Sandy's love button. She 
made a round roll with her tongue and dabbed at it. She felt Sandy squirm 
with pleasure under the movements of her tongue. 

"Oooooh," she heard her say with the first sensation of pleasure. 

Val felt Sandy's clit engorge a bit under her tongue. She lapped her clit 
harder. She felt Sandy convulse under her tongue and her clit grow firmer. 

Val heard Sandy squeal with delight. There was no hiding her arousal from 
the dominants now. They could tell she wasn't faking it. 

"Suck harder." someone commanded. 

"Stick your tongue up her cunt." 

Val made a hard tongue roll and stuck her tongue up Sandy's wet, quivering 
slit. She found the soft, moist portals of her cunt and slithered her way 
inside. She felt the girl's cunt ooze under her tongue. She felt it grow 
fleshy and squirm under the licking of her tongue. 

"Suck her till she comes," Rick said shrilly. 

"Make that bitch come," Max echoed. 

Max could feel his own pecker paying the price of watching this scene he had 
helped to create. It slammed against his briefs. It throbbed and ached with 
a mighty pain. 

Rick's dick was doing everything to him but leaving him alone. It shuddered 
in his pants. It ached and throbbed and Rick knew he would have to let it 
out soon, or let it finish him off. It would have its way with him. 

Suddenly, he had an idea. He commanded Val, "Take my cock out." 

Val turned from Sandy's cunt only to get her face slapped. 

"With your hands, Bitch!!!!" 

Val turned back to Sandy's cunt and sucked it while she let Rick's massive 
hard on out of his pants. She could feel it, but she couldn't see it. 

"Rub it," he commanded. 

Max made poor trussed-up Sandy take his zipper down with her teeth. "Bite my 
dick," he said with a swaggering look of dominant cruelty. 

Sandy was forced to open Max's fly with her teeth and then forced to suck 
Max's dick head. The sensations beneath her were glorious, even if she did 
feel her cunt was crudely displayed. But having to suck Max's cock in this 
position was degrading. 

"Suck it, Cunt!!!!""Suck that prick, Slave Girl," Max ordered. 

Val held the huge circumference of Rick's cock in her hot little hands. She 
worked them over the smooth, leathery surface of his balls and then up and 
down his shaft. She felt nice build-up of oil under her hands and knew she 
was doing the best she could under the circumstances. Yet, he was not 
satisfied. 

"Suck her," Rick said. "Come on, Slave. You can suck one slave and fondle 
your master better than that. I know you can." 

Rick slammed his fist down on the top of Val's head. She felt the blow hard. 
She continued her sucking motions of Sandy's sweet honey pot and tried to 
jerk Rick's cock. It was a long, thickish sort of handle. It had a slight 
bulge about midway down and a thick, surly vein on the underside. 

The thing was beating hard in her hand. She swept her fingers up and down 
the shaft. She made a circle with her thumb and middle finger and ringed 
Rick's prick with it. She slid the ring up and down, increasing the pressure 
every time she slid it up and down. 

She squeezed Rick's meat. She squeezed it hard as he commanded her to 
squeeze it harder, and to lick her friend's cunt simultaneously. 

"Suck that cunt, girlie," Max said. 

He stuck his cock head into Sandy's sweet mouth and felt it close sweetly 
around his firm dork knob. He slid his cock pole in and out of the girl's 
mouth and felt it grow wetter and stiffer with each thrust. 

"Suck that prick, Slave!" he said to the trussed-up submissive. 

She looked so angelic, bolted down like she was. There was nothing Sandy 
could do but obey the guy. There was nothing she could do but serve her 
master as he commanded. Tears sprang from her eyes. 

She felt the hard thing thrust deeper, striking against her hard palate and 
edging down her throat. Surely, it would cut off her breathing if it didn't 
stop. 

'Mmmmrrrrrffff," she protested. 

But a hard hand from Max stiffled her cries. "Do as I say, Cunt!" 

And what he said was that she should take every inch of his big jock dick 
down her throat and make it come. She should take his hard prick and choke 
herself with it or make it come first. 

Sandy swallowed Max's thick cock. It was unbearably thick. His head was 
meaty and the huge slit on it was emitting a slimy trail of semen that 
together with the juice from her own mouth made loud, wet smacking noises. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Without warning, Max yanked his stiff, wet prick out of Sandy's mouth. He 
glared at her as she tried to catch her breath. 

"I don't think your heart's in this, Sister," he said in a cocky fashion. 

"Oh, please, Master," Sandy said. "I want to suck your cock. Please let me. 
I'll do whatever you say. Only let me." 

Rick yanked his dick from Val's hot embrace and told her, "You're not 
working very hard either. I think you are getting lazy." 

"No, Master," Val said, her eyes widening. 

"Yes," the cruel dominant insisted. "You have it easy and your friend here 
has it hard. She is doing double duty, and you're taking a vacation." 

Val tossed her head and felt tears spring to her eyes. "No, Master." 

A flat end of somebody's palm struck her hard against the side of her face. 
She had gotten slapped again and it hurt twice as hard as before. 

"You think she's got it easy," Max said. "Look at this one. This slave is 
all tied up and she gets to take a holiday. All she has to do is suck my 
worthy cock and get her cunt licked." 

"I think it's time we changed that," Rick said. 

Max nodded in agreement. 

The two men strode over to one of the trunks and opened it. Val and Sandy 
watched expectantly. Whatever they were going to pull out of there, they 
were pretty sure had to do with their own demoralizing and pain. 

Val held her breath in as Max walked back with a huge pair of tongs. At 
least they appeared to be tongs. They were shiny and silver and extra long. 

There were two tiny bands dangling from the handles, and Sandy could only 
gasp thinking about what those might be for. Something to do with hurting 
her or her friend more. And the idea had a strange effect on her. 

She had felt totally crazy bound up into the set of steel bars with their 
cuff braces. Having Val lick her in front of the two guys was another blow. 
And having Max's cock stuck down her throat, gagging her made her about 
delirious. 

But she knew, somehow, that there was more to come. She felt that she and 
Val had opened a Pandora's box of pain and pleasure with these guys. 

A few hours ago, the four of them were on a quiet date. Now, they had let 
these guys into the attic, and the guys were taking over. It just didn't 
seem fair. 

Val watched in silence as the two guys took Sandy down from the mantle. She 
heard the clicking noises of steel and chains and felt slightly odd. What 
was she doing here with these guys, and how had it all happened? 

They had been four teenagers on a date, and now she was facing two cruel 
dominants who seemed to get very excited having her and Sandy do strange 
things to each other. To judge from the way their cocks stayed erect, that 
was exactly what was happening. But she couldn't blame the guys, exactly. 

After all, she and Sandy had both contributed to this. They were the ones 
who had teased the guys all night long and then invited them right up here. 
But she had thought it would be different somehow. She had thought that once 
she and Sandy got the guys up here, they might be able to show them a thing 
or two. 

Now the guys had taken over. And to judge from the way their cocks still 
throbbed from the slits in their pants, they were just getting started. 

"Come here, Slave," Max ordered. He stared at Sandy and she stood her 
ground. 

"I guess she wants a beating," Rick said to his friend. 

"Then she'll get one," Max roared. 

He tore out after Sandy and she started to run. She ran around the attic 
torment room and tried to evade him, but it was no use. He was a swift 
runner. He caught her by the hair and yanked her arm hard behind her back. 

"We're not through with you," Rick seethed. 

"Or you either," Max said, indicating Val. 

Val stiffened at the thought. There was tons of torment equipment in this 
room, and she had no idea how some of it would even be used on her. But she 
had the feeling she was going to find out. She and her little friend. 

The experiment had backfired. What had started out to be a date, a date to 
prove that the girls were in charge and they could get anything they wanted 
from the guys had turned in to a horror show. A grim one. 

"Lie still," Max said. 

He brought his huge foot up and placed it square in Val's naked stomach. 
"Lie here and watch your friend get what's coming to her." 

"You've been loafing on the job, Sandy," Rick said. He hauled the screaming 
girl over to the trunk and grabbed the tongs. 

He wrestled her to the ground. He lay hard on top of her. He threw Max a 
scratchy length of rope. 

Max tied Val's hands and feet up to the tune of her protests. Then, he 
gagged her mouth with his hand. "Shut up, Slave." 

Val tried to be quiet, but the scene in front of her eyes was terrifying to 
her. 

She watched Rick tie Sandy's nipples to the ends of the tongs. She heard 
Sandy cry out a moment in protest, but she heard her cries muffled. 

Rick had gagged her till her mouth was stopped. Then he went to work on her 
body. He pulled her nipples out hard and squeezed the tourniquet apparatus 
from the handles of the tongs around them. 

Val watched in horror, then turned away. She could no longer look at the 
scene of pain before her eyes. But Max forced her head around and she had to 
look. He held her eyes open and she was forced to watch. 

Sandy's nipples were crimson. They were spread out, unnaturally far apart, 
as the tongs were opened to the maximum point. 

Then, slowly, painfully, Rick began to close the tongs. And he closed the 
tong end of the things hard against Sandy's outer cunt lips. 

She let out a holler as the thing clamped shut. It felt like a giant clam 
had seized her by her cunt and wouldn't let go. The steel bars on either 
side were pinching her mercilessly. 

The steel was cold and cruel against her cunt lips. But the worst, the very 
worst of it was that her clit was forced to protrude out the slit. The tongs 
were pinching her cunt lips so hard, her clit stuck out at an unbelievable 
distance. "Spread your legs," Rick ordered. "Spread them wide." 

When Sandy hesitated, even though it was only a second, Rick grabbed her 
legs and held them apart. She kicked in protest, but it did little good. The 
guy was incredibly strong. He held her legs fast. 

Then, Max tossed him a set of ankle cuffs with a very long brace bar in 
between. He clamped one kicking foot into the cuff, then the other. 

Sandy was held at bay. She was now rendered completely helpless by the 
treatment Rick, had given her. There was nothing she could do. She sat 
there, mute and totally dependent on anything her master determined for her. 

Val felt the hard, heavy dead weight of Max on top of her. 

"What are you going to do to me, Master?" she wailed. 

"Silence, Bitch," the huge guy said back. "Speak when you're spoken to, and 
not until." He shot her a cruel glance that backed his words up effectively. 

"You're going to lick your friend's cunt again," Max seethed. "You're going 
to lick it while we plug you in every hole we can find." 

"Noooooooo," Val shouted. 

Her cries were silenced by a heavy hand. "Do as we say," Rick said with a 
stern air. 

"Now, crawl," Max said. He gave her a push in the ass with his shoe to show 
her he meant business. 

Val managed to scrambled up to her knees. Her arms were bound tightly behind 
her. The rope dug into her flesh and made her sweat. The rope around her 
ankles hurt every bit as much, but it did little use to think about it. 

Again, she pierced the air with a scream. Max slapped her, and Rick 
punctuated the slap with a dig from the toe of his shoe. 

Someone aimed her head toward Sandy's outstretched cunt lips. And somebody 
else dug the toe of his shoe into her ass to let her know this was for real. 

She tried to crawl, but it was nearlyimpossible. The best she could manage 
was to slither across the room like an inch worm. She felt low and base and 
mean doing it, but Sandy's cunt was dead ahead of her and she knew she had 
to get there or damn near die trying to succeed in doing so. 

She paused about halfway across the floor. But her rest period didn't last 
long. Someone was right there to see she didn't rest. They were right there 
to see she did exactly as they bade. 

"Don't stop, Worm," Max voice railed. 

"You're on your way to eat cunt," Rick mocked. "Don't be late or you'll have 
to pay a very mean price if you are. You lousy cunt." 

He kicked her to make good his point. She felt a sharp stab of pain greet 
her anus and sear up into her backside. 

And she crawled. She crawled until her knees were rough and red and her 
nipples burned from the floor. Rick kept a foot on her head the whole time, 
and Max kept a foot near her ass, just in case she got any second thoughts 
about doing as they commanded. Or in case she decided to rest again. 

Max felt a surge of heat coarse through his cock. It had begun its ascent 
again. He loved the feel of the continued hard-on. He loved it when his 
prick got stiff and stayed that way for hours on end. 

It didn't usually work that way. Often, once he'd begun to fuck a girl, he 
lost it, or he shot his load a little earlier then either of them would have 
liked, but this was different. His hard was here to stay. 

Rick looked down and saw his cock stiffen with every sound of the girl 
wiggling on her knees and chin across the floor. He had never experienced 
such prolonged sensation of excitement. His prick had stayed stiff and 
ready, and he thought it might be on the verge of shooting when Val was 
playing with it. She was one solid little cock handler. But no, he had kept 
his dick up and kept his intention clean. 

He was going to make these girls learn who was boss. Who were they to think 
they could bring them up here and stay in control? 

Val looked up to see the goal of Sandy's slit staring her in the face like a 
wet, pink third eye. The rubbery folds of her skin splayed out and dripped 
with slick cunt honey. 

"Eat it," Rick commanded. "Eat it like we say." 

She shook her head. She was miserably uncomfortable. If only they would let 
her go and take these ropes off her. If only they wouldn't force her! 

But forcing her seemed to be the name of the game. Forcing her seemed to be 
what they got off on and now she was going to have to be made to do exactly 
as they wanted. 

"Suck pussy!!!!!" Max scowled. 

Val extended her round, wet tongue and began lapping. She sucked the 
protruding cunt lips and the huge love button of Sandy's clit. She felt the 
plump wet cunt lips smack against each other as she licked. 

She cleared a space with her tongue and tried to enter Sandy's cunt hole, 
but the tongs were holding the thing in place so firmly, she could not gain 
entry. 

Instead, she lapped hard at the girl's clit. She licked it till the thing 
glistened like a peeled cherry. 

Then, to her complete surprise, she felt the stiff hard-on of one of the 
masters rubbing up against her upturned ass hole. 

"Nooooooo!!!!" she cried again. 

She had never been anally fucked, and the idea terrified her. She wiggled 
her ass, trying to deny them entrance. Whoever was fucking her was going to 
have to try and thread the eye of a moving needle. 

But the man atop her was incredibly strong. And he had help. Another set of 
hands forced her head back down onto Sandy's outstretched clit. 

The sensation of the hard, leathery balls bouncing now against her thighs 
was not unpleasant, but the pain of the huge cock knob banging against the 
entrance to her poop chute was enough to make her whole body go rigid with 
pain. 

"Not without lube!!!!" she said as she managed to squirm her head to one 
side. 

"We'll do as we like," Rick's voice said softly now. 

So it was Max who was going to fuck her. Fuck her in her ass hole where no 
man had been before. She felt his prick knob dig into the outer entrnce of 
her butt nodule. 

She tried to stiffen up, but it did no good. Max relayed the command to 
Rick, and he simply slammed his foot down onto her head. He slammed it down 
so hard, her chin struck the floor with a painful thud. 

Max's huge prick dome seemed to be winning the day. She felt the rubbery 
thing slip into the aperture of her butt. It stung like fury. 

"Put it in all the way," she heard the cruel Rick say. "She's been loafing 
on the job up here. Stick it to her good, then I'll take a turn." 

The fuckers meant business and Val knew it. She felt the searing prick tip 
of Max penetrate her ass. She felt it tear into her. She felt it hot and 
unwelcome inside her delicate little poop chute. 

The thing plugged her higher and harder. It opened her up as it went and 
made her cry out in pain the deeper it delved. 

It felt like a hot poker inside her anus. And it was pounding her to the 
floor. 

Sandy could hear what was going on. She could see what was going on, but she 
could voice no protest. Her mouth was sealed with a rough burlap gag. She 
could see the girl spread out on the floor at her feet. 

And, she could see the tongs attached to her tits and cunt lips. They hurt 
like blazes. But it was almost as gruesome to watch her friend forced to 
submit to anal rape. She tried to look away, but the cruel Rick snapped her 
head back and held it in position so she could see. 

The men in the room were forcing her to watch the rape of her friend. And 
the worst part of it was, that she enjoyed watching it. She liked to see her 
friend getting fucked up the ass. She looked down and saw Max's gigantic 
cock shaft sliding in and out of the hole of Val's butt, and it made her 
clit throb. 

She wished she didn't feel like that, but it was the case. She hated being 
forced to pay the price of having to sit here and feel the pain in order to 
enjoy the pleasure of watching her friend get raped, but she couldn't help 
herself. 

Every fiber of her being screamed that she shouldn't be enjoying the sight 
as much as she was, but her pussy lips could not deny it. Her clit could not 
deny it. It throbbed like drum. 

Val's hot young lips were making her clit even thicker. Val's mouth was 
eagerly grabbing up the thick, plump clit stuck between her legs and 
sloshing it with the juices from her hot, pink mouth. 

Val could feel the hard dick penetrating her, then she could feel it stop. 
The evil master held it there and began to grind it, first one direction, 
then the other. It felt like she would spb't in two. 

Then, she bucked her hips hard to the floor to escape the punishing blow of 
her tormentor's huge dick knob. But it was useless. 

Max plugged the girl's anus hard. He felt his own balls buck up and seize 
each other. Then he felt them pump a load as he ground his meat into the 
little girl's bung hole.. 

The sensation was making Rick hard and mean and wanting some for himself. 
But he didn't have too much longer to wait. Max pumped his load. He pumped 
his load furiously into the writhing girl's ass hole. He thrust his hard, 
hammer prick into her sweet poop chute until he felt his come shoot forward. 

He felt his load shoot, and he twisted his head back and forth with the 
onslaught of extreme pleasure. The emptying of his prick was evilly 
delicious. 

He spilled his load into the hot, churning channel of the girl's ass hole. 

"Gooooooooooo," Rick shouted to him. 

"Shiiiiittttt!!!!!" Max called out in agony as he felt the girl's writhing, 
tight ass muscles grip his prick as he sped off into oblivion. 

His dick ached from the grinding the girl's ass hole muscles had given it. 
They had wrung him out dry of his come load. 

They had made him wince with pain as he shot his massive amount of come 
cream into her ass channel. He yanked his cock free rudely and backed up. 

Before he could even examine it, Rick was on top of the girl. He shoved his 
full man pride into the blackened hole between the girl's high, round 
buttocks. 

Her hind quarter ached like a wounded animal. Val's tears were clouding her 
vision. Still, a hard hand held her firm against her friend's hot pussy 
lips. 

She ate her girlfriend's cunt. She ate it and she felt the rude intrusion of 
Rick's massive man cock eating into her groin. 

Rick wasted no time preparing the path. He stuck his whole round knob into 
the girl's tiny love button of an ass hole and felt it snap shut around it. 
Her muscles were unbelievably tight and hot. 

He felt them squeeze his dick hard, all the way around its thick shaft. He 
felt them squeeze it hard, even on the head and all the way to his balls. 

He watched as his own balls bounced up firm against the dusky pink ass hole. 
The sweet little bung of the girl was open to the maximum point and his cock 
was safely plugged inside of her. The sensation was overwhelming. 

"Fuck that bitch," Max yelled from his place at her head. 

"Fuck her till she bleeds." 

"Fuck her till she can't walk anymore." 

Val figured these things would come to pass. She figured that she didn't 
have much time before she would bleed, before she would be unable to walk. 

Then, a strange thing happen. She started to eat Sandy's cunt with renewed 
interest. She figured she could distract herself from the pain if she kept 
up a steady eating action on the wicked little blonde's cunt hole. 

She ran her tongue over Sandy's hot, stiff clit. She kept up the eating 
action, but still the pain would not go away. She felt as if someone were 
kicking her up the ass. Kicking her with the force of an Army mule. 

Yet sucking her friend did help to bring about one thing. It helped Sandy to 
get off. Val could hardly believe it, but sure enough. 

Sandy let out a dark, low moaning from the back of her throat. Her clit 
began a hard throbbing motion. Almost as if her clit had been plugged into a 
vibrator it shook so hard, Val had to bite down on it to keep her tongue on 
it. 

She wanted to make Sandy come. Perhaps that action would distract her more 
from the pain of her ass. The pain that threatened to consume her. 

Sandy bounced up and down as little as she was allowed to feel the maximum 
effect of Val's tongue against her clit. The girl was swabbing every inch of 
her lips and clit and what little she could of her hole, considering the 
tongs were pressing the lips together so firmly, not much could be seen of 
it. 

Her clit felt like it was on fire. The thing hurt and punished her with its 
pain. Yet Sandy's lips seemed to be making it well again. They were washing 
her clit free of the pain and licking it to pleasure. Pain was becoming 
pleasure. She tilted her head back and let out a moan. 

It was a moan that signalled the loss of her grip on herself. She felt 
herself coming. She felt herself spinning off into a freefall of ecstasy, as 
though some person had pushed her off a cliff and caught her in a butterfly 
net at the same time. 

"MMmmmmmm," she said, unable to hold back the feeling. 

Val could feel Sandy coming under the movement of her tongue. It gave her a 
few moments from the punishing her ass hole was taking at the moment. 

But it was not for long. Sandy came and now Val was reminded of the fierce 
pain in her behind. Her asshole felt like the fiery pits of hell. Her anus 
was being plagued by a demon. The thing stung so hard she winced and tried 
to cry out, but Sandy mistook this as a sign she wanted to lick her more. 

Sandy responded by bouncing her hips up and down, by doing most of the work 
for Val. Val was in too much pain to move. She hurt too much to give the 
girl a good suck. 

But her tormentors were just getting a taste for sex. 

"Take that cock, you little fucker," Max shouted. 

Rick plugged her harder, stronger, and more, still more he plugged his prick 
into her. He screwed it into her like her ass hole was a light socket and he 
was a very huge bulb. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts," cried Val when she 
could lift her head up. 

For some reason, nobody smashed it down again. 

"That's right, little girl," the evil voice of Max rang out. 

"Yeah," said Rick as he plugged her harder. 

"That's right, Valerie Slave Girl. We want you to shout now, because this 
hurts and it's going to hurt worse." 

Her bloody ass hole couldn't take much more. Val couldn't imagine anything 
worse than being forced to lie here and take it, but just as she screamed 
and screamed again, the voice of Rick silenced her. 

"Enough!.!!!!" he shouted. 

She felt him whip his prick out of her bruised and battered anus. Then, she 
looked up to see Sandy being pulled away. Where Sandy's cunt had been, now 
there was empty space. 

Then, a strange sensation swept over her. For all the pain and discomfort 
that Max and Rick had given her, she missed the feel of his stiff prick up 
her. She longed for the hard, punishing blows his cock could deliver so 
expertly. 

She struggled to speak. A cry of plaintive sorrow rose up from her toes and 
found its way out her swollen, running wet luscious lips. 

"Mmmmmore!!!!!!" she shouted, her voice unrecognizable, even to her. 

"What's this?" the cruel Rick said. "What am I hearing?" 

"Me," Val whined. "I want more.' I want more. I want to come." 

"Ohhhhhh," Rick said in a high, haughty voice, "well, you'll have to beg for 
that. I don't every piece of scum that crawls along the floor." 

"Please," Val wailed. 

"Beg for it!!!!!" Rick shouted and stuffed his foot into her face. 

Val opened her mouth and closed hergeyes and managed to sit up like a little 
lost puppy dog who'd been kicked around most of its life. 

"Pleeeeeeease," she said, her voice wavering. "Please fuck me. Fuck me some 
more. I'll do anything. Anything you ask, only please fuck me more." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Rick took a long, evil sigh. He grinned like a satisfied mountain lion after 
a full meal. He had these girls right where he wanted them. 

"Untie her," he said to Max. 

Max came over and untied her quickly. 

"Nooooo," Val said. She surprised herself, but she knew she didn't want to 
be untied. She wanted more. She wanted more of Rick's punishing cock. She 
wanted more of Max's hard ass fucking action. She wanted more fucking. 

"Shut up, Slave!!" Max said. 

He yanked the bristly rope off her and swatted her with one hard end of it. 

"You will now listen," Rick roared. 

Val nodded mutely and looked over at Sandy. She was sitting on the floor, 
rubbing her swollen, red cunt lips. Her nipples were painfully bruised and 
swollen as well. But the equipment had been cast to one side. 

"You two girls are one pair of cunts," Rick went on. 

He pulled the mask off his face and Max joined him. 

"Two of the worst kind of prick teasers," Max said as he sat back on the 
velour divan. "Inexcusable, I'd say. The worst." 

"What do you mean?" Val said, her red eyes wet with pain. 

Max responded by slapping her hard. "Shut up, Bitch. We'll do the talking." 

She buttoned her lip and stared up at the big jock studs. She had an ache in 
her behind and a sexual appetite that was yearning to be filled. 

"The two of you thought you had this thing planned out real neat, didn't 
you?" Rick said with a satisfied smile on his handsome, rugged face. 

"You thought you could go out for pizza with us, tease us into getting you 
back here, and make monkeys out of us. Didn't you just?" 

Val started to shake her head, but Sandy pulled her wrist hard. She cast a 
quick look at her friend who shook her head slowly, reminding Val not to 
start anything she couldn't finish. 

"You wanted us to be your pets, your dumb ass male slaves," Rick accused. He 
pointed one muscular finger at the poor, bedraggled girls. 

Val sat there and took the onslaught of words as more punishment. It was 
humiliating to have to stay there and listen to this, but she knew, in a 
way, she had it coming. 

"But we fixed you instead," Max said, laughing. 

"All right," Rick said then. "We showed you who was boss. Don't you ever 
forget it either." 

The two guys went into a huddle. They talked for a few seconds, then came 
back out and faced the girls. "We're leaving now. But not before we tie you 
up." 

"Oh, please don't...." Sandy whimpered. "If Latisha catches us ... " 

"We don't think anyone will catch you up here," Max said with a grin. "We 
think you'll stay tied up here till we decide to come after you." 

"Or until you rot," Rick added. 

The two guys got their shirts back on and brought out even more thick rope. 
They set the girls in the middle of the room, back to back and tied them 
together. They lashed the rope around the two adorable 'little girls' 
bodies. Then, they stood back and admired their handiwork with twin toothy 
grins. 

"You look gorgeous like that," Max said. 

Rick stopped off to slap them both on the cheek a hard one and followed his 
friend out the door. "Don't bother to see us out," he threw back. "We can 
find the front door." 

Val and Sandy heard the guys slip out of the room. They heard them slip out 
and still they couldn't believe their ears. They felt like they had been 
hoodwinked. They felt like they had been the object of a very serious scam. 

Bound, fucked and abandoned. 

That's how they felt. It hurt. It hurt like hell to be used and trashed. 

"What the hell are we going to do now?" Sandy said, her voice a quivering 
blur. 

"I don't know," Val said. "I suppose we'll miss class tomorrow if we don't 
get out of here soon." 

Sandy closed her eyes and felt herself drift off to sleep. Her cunt ached 
and her head was swimming. Val was near to exhaustion. She felt so faint she 
could hardly see. Her eyes were cloudy little saucers of greenish liquid. 

She must have fallen off to sleep. They both must have fallen off, but they 
were awakened. And quite suddenly. 

They heard the sound of harsh steps coming toward them. 

Sandy snapped her head up to attention and saw an odd sight. It looked like 
a twenty foot statue from where she was sitting. 

"Uhhhhh," she said and gave Val a nudge. 

Val looked up at the sight that greeted their eyes. The thing was a tower in 
the shape of a giant woman. The woman spread her legs apart and Val and 
Sandy's eyes trailed up, up the long shapely legs and up to the milky 
thighs. The woman had on a tight satin pair of underpanties, but it was what 
she had on outside that made them swallow hard. 

She was wearing a leather outfit that resembled a bathing suit and medieval 
armor. It was black, highly glossed leather. It fit her like a glove and 
took up about as much material. It was in two pieces. 

The bottom was a tight-fitting short skirt of leather with silver studs 
running at odd angles. Then, there was the woman's incredibly muscular tight 
waist. Then there were her tits. They were the size of watermelons. 

And they were stuffed into a tight, tit-hugging set of leather bra cups 
separated by a glittering chain. The black cups were studded with the same 
steely objects that appeared on the skirt. 

The woman's breasts were so large, they hung out of her leather cups and 
threatened to spill out even further every time she jiggled. 

She wore a thick leather band around her neck encrusted with silver studs. 
Her hair was flaming red and tied back in a chignon. She had on the highest 
high heels Val or Sandy had ever seen and she had a mean look about her. 

But more importantly, who the hell was she? And how had she gotten in here? 

She stared down at the girls as if they were trash that needed to be dumped. 
She placed her hands on her firm, round hips and the girls noticed how long 
her fingernails were. Long and polished to a high sheen with glittery silver 
fingernail polish. The effect was almost enough to make them scream. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Val tried. 

"Silence," the red-haired wench said. 

She only said it once, but that seemed to do the trick. It made the girls 
think twice about opening their mouths again. What did she know about them 
and who had sent her here? The guys could be playing an evil little joke on 
them. 

Or, they could be the victims of Latisha. 

This might be somecrT she had sent up here. But why hadn't she come herself? 

Val screwed up her cc. .age and opened her mouth once more. "This is my 
grandmother's house," she said. "Who the hell are you? Are you trespassing 
where you don't belong?" 

The woman tilted her head back and let out a long, spine-chilling laugh. 
There was ar evil glint to her eyes. She wore a satin b ill mask over her 
eyes, to hide some of her face, but her eyes could be seen. They were harsh 
and steely. But they were intent. Intent enough to be murderous. 

"I asked you who you were and what you were doing here," Val said again. She 
felt odd asking, considering her present plight. 

"You'll soon learn who I am ana what I'm doing here," the red-haired queen 
said in a dark, husky voice. "As soon as I command you." 

"Please," Val said, "won't you just untie us?" 

"These things hurt," said Sandy as innocently as she could. 

"Little bitches, the pair of you," the woman seethed. "I could grind you two 
up between my teeth and spit you out in pieces." 

Val winced. She could imagine the woman could do just as she claimed. 

"But you wouldn't, would you?" 

"If you do as I say, no harm shall come to you." 

"I'll do what I want," Val said, tossing her black mane around, "I'll do 
what I like, because this is my grandmother's house." 

The woman made no reply. Instead, she leaned over and placed the toe of her 
black leather shoe against Val's mouth. Then, she untied the girls. She 
shoved Sandy into a corner and tied her to a pillar. She tied her hair back 
to the pillar and that made it it impossible for Sandy to look any other 
direction except out. 

The woman grabbed Val by the arm and threw her onto the floor brutally. She 
grabbed a hunk of rope and tied her arms behind her back. She plopped her 
down on her knees and kicked her in the shoulder. 

"You'll do as I say," she said in a very intense, though quiet voice. 
"You'll do exactly as I command you." 

"But why?" Val asked, the tears dripping out of the corners of her eye. 

"Because this is your house, but this is my torment dungeon." 

Val tried to look around into the woman's face. Sandy stared at her and 
neither of the girls could say what they knew must surely be true. 

"You're Deborah!" Val managed at last. 

"Silence!" the woman said. "Call me Mistress Deborah or I'll rip your hair 
off your head and feed it to you strand by strand." Val felt the heel of the 
woman's shoe bite into her shoulder. She felt the pain travel down her body 
and wound her square in the guts. 

"You're not going to hurt us, are you Mmmmm. ... Mistress Deborah?" 

"Not if you do as you're told. I told you that already." 

"You see," Sandy called from her pillar, "we've been through a lot already 
tonight." 

"You've been through nothing!" the woman insisted. Her voice had grown a lot 
louder. She could pierce somebody's skull with that voice of hers. 

Then, she lowered it to barely above a whisper. "I think both of you girls 
need a little discipline. You should both do as I tell you." 

"We will," Sandy promised. "Only please, let us go. We didn't mean to come 
in here and disrupt anything ... " 

"You've done enough already," the woman said, "so shut up until I tell you 
what to do. You will also be told what to think and how to behave." 

Val made a face to Sandy that she hadn't thought Deborah would catch. But 
she soon found out that nothing much escaped their mistress's eyes. She was 
rewarded with a kick in the neck for her cutsie behavior. 

"Owwww!!!" Val said as she writhed on the floor and felt the rope bite into 
her. She felt the woman's shoe heel bite into her right after. 

"You're a nasty little specimen of girlhood," the woman said in a menacing 
whisper. "You're a slimy cunt and you like dick up your ass." 

"Noooooooo!!!" Val protested. She wondered how the woman knew about that. 

"Well, how would you like this up your ass?" 

From alongside her hips the woman produced a giant dildo. It was made of red 
leather and Val recognized the gold fire-breathing dragon emblazoned along 
one side of it. It was from the Randall collection allright. 

Maybe this was Deborah. Maybe this was the woman her grandfather had built 
this attic room for. The woman who had little friends up to vist. Little 
friends like Latisha Pruitt, when she was a young woman. 

And now friends like herself and Sandy. From the woman's physical bearing, 
Val could tell she was not young, but neither did she act old. She was the 
complete dominatrix in most respects, and especially in her attitude. 

"Please," Val tried to defy her, "I don't want that up my ass. My ass hurts. 
It feels raw and swollen. It feels like it's on fire right now." 

"And I'm going to make it feel like it will explode," Deborah said. "You're 
about to become a slave girl for real. You will discover pain like you have 
never known. I taught Latisha everything she knows. Those boys were just 
playing with you. I am the one whom you will learn from. And pain will be my 
textbook." 

The woman wiggled the toe of her shoe between Val's white, hard buttocks. 
She wiggled it up and squirmed it around, making the passage open for the 
entrance of the rough leather dildo she waved in her hand. 

Sandy could hardly believe her eyes. Her friend was about to get butt-fucked 
at the hands of a cruel mistress. And she would be forced to watch it. 
Forced to endure every second of her friend's pain as if it were her own. 

The hard red thing was unlike Rick's cock. Max's cock was nothing to compare 
to it either. The guys had huge cocks, and they were of flesh and blood. Max 
had come inside her and Rick had pulled his out to defy her, but at least 
they had been human about it. She had the feeling she was not going to be so 
lucky at this woman's hands. She had the feeling she was going to wish she 
had never played with those guys in the first place. She wished she had 
never laid eyes on this room, or on Latisha, or any of the things they found 
here. 

But it was too late for wishing. Too late for tears. 

The evil red-haired bitch mistress had them in the palm of her hand. She had 
that hand wrapped around a dildo now, and she was prepared to use it in the 
meanest, most cruelly sadistic way a person could use it. 

"Be easy with her," Sandy screamed, "she's been through so much!" 

"Nothing compared to what she is about to experience." 

That was the chilling reply. The woman was hard and merciless and you could 
not reason with her. She was going to rape Val anally and she seemed like 
she might just enjoy every sick, perverted second of it. 

What sort of she-bitch was this, Val wondered. To tie her and her friend up 
and force them to perform. It had been fun before, but now things had taken 
on a serious tone. The problem was, Val could feel the hard, heavy thing 
coming toward her ass hole and she was looking forward to it. She was 
looking forward to the sensation of having her anus squeezed out and her 
guts violated. 

She was starting to love every single second of the vile torture. She wanted 
the woman to tame her, to make her her slave, because she knew there was no 
other way she could comply. She could never admit to herself under any other 
circumstances that she loved what the woman was doing to her. 

And she loved having Sandy watch. She loved watching Sandy. She had the 
feeling her life would never be the same again. 

"Take this thing up your butt," the woman said in her calmest, most 
controlled voice. 

"Take it and love it," she said as she slipped the hard leather piece 
between the girl's legs and up into her butt hole. 

Val shook her head and moaned aloud. "No, don't, Mistress." 

"Come now, Val," the woman said in a stern, but quiet voice, "you know you 
want it. You know you'll only cry worse if I take it away. I think I'll make 
you beg me for it. Yes, that is what you really deserve." 

She yanked the dildo out just as it had started to caress the soft, plush 
ass opening of the girl's rectum. She pulled it out and made Val beg for it. 

"Please, Mistress," Val shouted right on cue. "Please let me have your cock. 
I want it. I want it so desperately. I'll die if I don't get it." 

The woman backed up and smiled down into Val's face. "Better," she said. 
"Now again. And with a lot more sincerity, too." 

"I beg of you, Mistress Deborah," the girl said. She felt a hard hand pull 
her by the hair, pull her head back. Then, when she was face to face with 
Mistress Deborah, the woman spat. 

She spat her full in the face. She spat at her and ground the spittle in 
with her shoe sole. She ground it in and smiled down at the girl who was 
sputtering and screaming. "You look lovely like that," the woman said. 

Val tasted the vile spit from the woman's mouth. She felt low and mean and 
completely used. She could not understand this woman. She was playing a game 
she was, up until now, totally unfamiliar with. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Now I'm going to fuck you with this," Deborah said, changing the rules of 
the game still another time. "I'm going to fuck you with it and you'll love 
it and you'll hate it by turns, but it won't do you a bit of good, because 
you'll be powerless to do anything about it." 

Val believed that it was true. She knew the woman was a vile seductress who 
would stop at nothing to teach her a lesson. She knew she should be on her 
guard, but how could she fight a menace this overpowering? 

She knew she could not. Deborah would have her way, whatever that was. And 
for the first time in her life, Val felt she should obey someone blindly, 
and without question. 

"Take this," Deborah said. 

She ground the insistent red dildo into the little girl's ass hole and 
wasted no time skewering her to the floor with it. 

"Take this up that dirty butt of yours." 

Val took it up her butt and felt it glow red hot. Perhaps there was 
something in it to make it hot, but she reasoned it could also be the 
friction from Deborah's hard hand. She was pumping the thing furiously. 
Pumping it in and out and swirling it around and around. Val felt it thud 
inside her. 

The thing felt like it would be glowing now. It was that hot. It seared her 
ass hole. It seared her cunt. It seared her butt chute to agonizing heat. 

"Stop, stop," Sandy cried out at last." 

Suddenly, Deborah stopped twisting the obscenely long, thick dildo up Val's 
cunt. "Now, why would you want me to stop?" the woman said in a slow, even 
voice. 

"Because you're hurting my friend." 

"So you think I am, do you?" 

"I think you're about to split her in two." 

"That might not mean I'm hurting you, you little insidious blonde vixen, 
that might mean I'm showing her a good time." 

"You're making her bleed, can't you see that?" 

Again, Deborah said nothing. But she yanked the dildo out of Val's poor, 
bruised ass hole and held it up. The thing was glowing hot now, and it was 
coated from the pounding. It was coated with shit and slime from Max coming 
inside the girl. 

"I think I'll let you save your friend's life," Deborah said, with ease and 
control, as though she were conducting a class. 

"I think I'll let you make things easier for your pal. Would you like that?" 

Sandy stared back at her with her eyes wide in terror. The woman advanced 
toward her and held the vile red thing up. It was thick and hard and 
dripping with shit and semen. It reeked of shit and cock smells. 

"I ... I...." Sandy began, but it was no use. The woman was advancing toward 
her. She was going to plant that dildo square up into her own ass. But then 
Sandy realized where she was. She was bound up tightly to a wide pillar. Her 
ass was backed up flush against the pillar. 

"You're ... you're not going to...." She stared at her, eyes pleading 
against all hope. The woman surely would not think of doing what it looked 
like she was indeed about to do." 

But the woman glared at her mercilessly from behind her black mask. She 
glared at her and she grabbed a hunk of her angelic blonde hair. 

"Eat it," she said, her gross tits thrust hard against Sandy's stomach. 

"Oh, Goooooodddddddd!!!!" Sandy wailed. 

The woman grabbed her mouth with one hand and forced it open. Sandy had 
never felt such muscular strength, even from Latisha. The woman pried her 
mouth open and she stuffed the hard, thick leather dildo up against her 
teeth. 

"Swallow my cock whole," she said slowly and softly. 

"Please," Sandy managed from the back of her throat. She shot the woman one 
imploring glance. But it did little good. 

The woman stuffed the whole, hard leather thing into Sandy's mouth. She 
stuffed it inside and made Sandy taste and swallow her best friend's shit. 
She made her lick the stale semen off the round, red leather piece. 

The dildo found its way to the back of her throat and Sandy felt herself 
melt to the floor. 

Val watched, astonished. She could not believe what was happening. She could 
not accept that this woman could be so cruel. Yet she knew she was getting 
off watching the sight. She was getting off so hard her pussy lips were 
clanging together. 

The experience was making her knees watery and her cunt ooze. She knew it 
wouldn't be long before the woman recognized that she was hot. And she knew 
the woman would exact a terrible price from her if she found out. 

But there was no way she could hide it. She felt herself salivate with 
arousal. The sight of Sandy's sweet, clean pink tongue licking that obscene, 
fdthy dildo was ecstatic to her. She could feel her clit nudging her pussy 
lips. 

That would give her away. If the woman looked over now, she would see Val 
rubbing her legs together. She would see her trying to get herself off with 
simple friction and she would be furious. 

Without warning, the woman swirled around and came to face with Val. Even as 
she gripped her own pussy lips with the smooth, shiny flanks of her own 
thighs, trying to keep the woman from spotting what was indeed happening, 
the woman knew. 

She knew exactly what Val was trying to hide. 

She was' trying to cover the fact that she was getting off. She was coming 
from having witnessed the disgusting, but erotic spectacle of her best 
friend being forced to eat the fetid, thick cock dildo covered with slime 
and come. 

"So you got off on that, did you?" the bitch roared. She placed her surly 
hands on her hips and eyed Val like she might have expected as much. 

"No, Mistress," Val lied. She lowered her eyes and tried to fake some 
respect for the woman who had held them there by the sheer force of her 
dominant personality and the bite of her stern shoe sole. The fucking cunt. 

Val cried bitter tears. She cried because she knew that Sandy was suffering, 
and that she was getting off on it. And she cried because she knew what 
would be next. 

"Well," the big cunt Deborah said with a twitch of her dark shoulders, "how 
would you like to be next? I just know you're dying for it." 

"No, Mistress," said Val, only she was speaking the truth now. She feared 
the vile dominatrix. Feared her like nothing she had ever feared before. 

"I know you're lying, she-bitch," the woman said with a haughty nod. 

"No, Mistress." 

"And I know how to break you from lying." 

"Yes, Mistress. I mean, no, Mistress. I'm afraid." 

"Of course you are," the woman said with complete confidence. She stood 
there and buckled her arms under her heaving bosom. "And that's all to the 
good. You are afraid, and that fear will make you do as you're told. Alas, 
one cannot have obedience without fear. It seems to be a rule of human 
nature. 

Val could feel her cunt lips quiver. Only this time, they were doing it out 
of abject terror. She saw Sandy, still slumped to the floor. The obscene red 
leather cock piece was still stuffed in her mouth. Slime ran from Sandy's 
mouth and the cock piece was stuck there, like some perverted tongue 
depressor. 

"Your turn," Deborah said, heading for the trunk. 

She lifted the lid and dug into the contents. 

Val feared what she might come up with. There were no more slimy leather 
dicks to swallow, but the woman was clever and resourceful. She would come 
up with something and Val knew it. Something to tame her ... something to 
put her in her place ... right under. Deborah's thumb. 

The woman backed up and Val could see she had something in her hand. It was 
huge and black and coiled up like a thick poisonous snake. And even worse, 
there was something about the way Deborah was handling it. 

She was assured in the way she carried it. She had it coiled up and had it 
around one of her sharp, golden shoulders. Like a lion tamer. Like a 
carnival act. Val shuddered in the knowledge that the woman was a master 
with this whip. What sort of she-devil was she? Where had she come from? And 
more importantly, where would send Val to once she got her hand around the 
thick leather whip handle. 

"This ought to make you a little more docile," Deborah said as she strode up 
to a high cross beam in the roof of the attic torture room. "You ought to be 
quite a student of discipline by the time I've finished with you." 

"I'll do anything you ask, Mistress," Val wept. "I'll do anything. Only 
don't mark me, I beg you." 

"I won't mark you for life," the woman said back, "but I'll make you 
remember who I am for a long time to come. I certainly will." 

Val cringed in terror. "I'm sorry," the words poured out, "I didn't mean to 
get off just now. I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry if I displeased you." 

The she-devil laughed uproariously. She tilted her masked face hack and let 
out a low, spine-chilling laugh. "You did not displease me, Slave," she said 
at last. "I expect my pets to get off when I want them to. It's permitted 
here. Only you should not have made an attempt to hide it. I forbid covert 
behavior. Never, never try to hide anything from me. I will find out. Then, 
you will be punished. And, punished severely, I might add, my sweet young 
thing." 

"Is that what you're going to do to me now?" 

Deborah strode over to the ceiling beam and looked up. There were two 
shining gold hooks hanging from them. She seemed to be ignoring Val. She 
walked to a closet and pulled out two equal lengths of rope. 

The bristly rope made Val cringe again. She wondered what sort of punishment 
the woman had in mind. From the corner, the sound of moaning was heard. 

"Your friend has decided to wake up and watch you now," Deborah said. "Isn't 
it odd how things like that seem to equal themselves out?" 

"Excuse me, Mistress?" 

"Here you watched your friend's own suffering and you got off on it. Now she 
is awake to watch yours. Tit for tat. Karma, if you like." 

Val didn't much like. But there was little she could do about it. Deborah 
began to go to work. She fashioned a knot in both ends of the ropes and 
tested it for strength. She seemed to be expert at knotting, and quite 
familiar with the properties of the particular rope she had chosen to work 
with. 

She then stood under the hooks and lassoed each of them with the slip knots 
and yanked the free ends hard until the knot closed around the hooks. The 
process would have been interesting to see, if Val had not known that she 
would no doubt be the receptor of the nefarious activity she now witnessed. 

The woman then came over to Val and stuck her shoe square in her face. "Your 
turn," she said, as though pointing at her to indicate her number was up. 
"Follow me, Slave." 

Val felt her eyelids sting when she closed them again. She felt lower than a 
worm. She had enjoyed Sandy's misfortune, and now she was to experience such 
misfortune herself. And at the hands of the merciless Deborah. 

Deborah kicked and nudged her with the sole of her high heel over to where 
the two ropes swung free from their hooks in the ceiling. 

"This will do, nicely, don't you think?" Val made no reply. 

Deborah kicked her swiftly with the toe of her sharp high heel. Then, Val 
replied. "Yes, Mistress." 

"That's better," Deborah said. "You see, I don't like to be ignored. In 
fact, I don't permit it at all. It angers me. And I don't think you want to 
do that." 

Val bit her lower Up. The momentary sting of pain distracted her from 
thinking about the greater pain to come. She eyed the hooks. She saw the 
devilish rope ends swinging all the way to the floor. And she knew. She knew 
she was going to be fodder for the vicious queen's evil ends. 

"Here," Deborah said. "Let's get these nasty knots off those wrists of 
yours." 

Val sat still and let the woman untie her. 

"They probably hurt. Besides, I've got some fresh rope I'd like to tie you 
in. That ought to hurt a lot differently for a change." 

Val felt the momentary release of pain when the woman yanked the rope ends 
off her swollen, red wrists. Then, in less time than it takes for the blood 
to circulate around them, Deborah had her bound in a new prison. 

The rope ends that hung from the ceiling hooks were wound around the poor 
girl's wrists and she was kicked onto her feet. 

But the worst part was that she could not quite stand up on flat foot. Every 
time she tried to stand straight, the rope had its way. The rope was not 
quite long enough to allow her room to stand on her whole foot. 

Much as she tried, she could not struggle to stand. She could barely touch 
the floor with her toes. Her weight was being held by those wrist knots and 
the rope tied to the ceiling hooks. 

Val struggled to stand. It was useless. Her armpits ached. The weight of her 
own curvaceous young body was pulling her and making the pain even fiercer. 

"Please, Mistress," she begged. The sound of her own voice came out strained 
and unfamiliar. It sounded like someone hollering up a drain pipe from about 
a block away. "Please, don't leave me here like this." 

"Silence," the devilish Deborah said as she uncoiled the slithery black 
whip. "Speak when you're spoken to, or deal with me." 

It didn't look like she was in a position to argue. She knew she must do 
what the woman told her, but she didn't have to like it. The fact that Sandy 
was coming out of her coma made things even stickier. 

Now Sandy would see her misfortune. She wondered if she'd have to endure 
Sandy getting off on hers the way she did on Sandy's. Perhaps the dominance 
queen was right. Maybe this was karma or just wicked old fate. But she 
didn't like it, whatever the hell you called it. It stunk. 

"You're going to bite some whip, Val," the bitch said, a vile little grin 
stealing over her feline face, "and I think you're going to like it." 

No way, Val thought. She ached already from the pain of her own body yanking 
her with its dead weight. Even worse, jostling around like that, her body 
began to swing a bit, making the weight even heavier, the pain still 
greater. 

It seemed this woman had an endless appetite for horror and pain. Again Val 
wondered how this woman had become a dominatrix. What forces conspired to 
make her what she was? A bitch who got off on other peoples' pain.... 

The woman stood less than ten feet away. Slowly, agonizingly she uncoiled 
the snake of her whip and stared at Val. She seemed to be watching for any 
change in the girl's face. Perhaps she was looking for signs of weakness or 
fear. 

Maybe she got off on it. Well, Val vowed, she wasn't going to give her the 
satisfaction. 

Then, as firm as her resolve was, it broke. It broke with the first crack of 
the bitch's black whip. It broke and shattered into a million fragments of 
despair and pain as the tip of the snake bit into her groin. It bit into the 
tip of her rubbery pink clit. It bit into the crevice of cunt meat between 
her sweet pussy thick pussy lips. It bit her and it stung like Holy Hannah. 
Before she had time to assess the damage, Val felt the bite of the whip tip 
once more. This time, it sailed right down on her sweet pink clit and felt 
like it took a chunk right out of it. Surely, the woman lied. 

She was being marked for life. She would bear the scars on her adorable 
nubile nymphet body for the rest of her life. Everybody would be able to see 
the moment she took her clothes off and spread her lips. 

The pain from the whip's nasty bite seared her flesh and burnt back to her 
brain. The pain was exhausting, punishing, humiliating. 

But there was something worse. Through her. tears, she could see the evil 
glow on Deborah's face. And there was something else. Her friend Sandy was 
revived now. And Sandy was watching her. There was a slight upturn of 
Sandy's lips. 

Sandy's lips were curling into a little smile. 

This, Val did not want or expect. This vile seductress was pitting one 
friend against the other and she was succeeding. The pain heightened. 

The woman let the whip go slack. Then, she hauled the whole thing back and 
let the tip drop to form a giant question mark. In an instant the question 
was answered. The woman hurled the whole leatheTy horror straight off into 
space and expertly targeted the raw meat place between Val's legs. 

The whip stung her. It was as though someone had driven a tiny row of spikes 
all along the opening of her pussy. The pain was coming at her now in waves. 
The pain was inside her, pounding to get out and she cried. 

She cried bitter tears of repressed longing and pain and horror. What, if 
anything had she ever done to deserve such a treatment. 

"I know what you're thinking," the dark queen said with a little grin, "I 
know what evil lurks in that mind of yours, Slave. I know everything about 
you. Everything there is to possibly know about you, I know." 

Val opened her mouth to speak, but she could only blubber. Words would not 
come. The whole catalogue of names and curses that she was about to throw at 
her captor was spent on the sputtering tip of her tongue. 

It just plain hurt too much to respond. She was in pain up to her eyeballs. 
She ached up to her hair line and she could not think straight. Pain was 
clouding her reason. 

But one thing was becoming clear. She would have to do exactly as her 
seductress commanded. She would have to submit to anything and everything 
the woman dished out to her. She would have to, or she would lose her mind. 

"You can't hide anything from me," spoke Deborah. "You're wondering what in 
the world you've done to deserve such a thing, aren't you?" 

Val managed to nod her head limply. There wasn't much point in lying. The 
woman would find out anyway. She was in control, and Val had to let her know 
she intended to cooperate fully. She would be her victim. Anything, to keep 
her sanity! 

"You think perhaps I'm being overly harsh, don't you?" 

Val nodded once more. 

Apparently, that was the wrong answer. Deborah launched another attack on 
her poor, beaten up pussy lips with the tongue of her infamous whip. 

THWACK!!! The thing sounded against her flesh. 

Her young flesh. The flesh that so many boys and men alike had admired. Now, 
it was being mutiliated by this maniac. Val hated herself. She hated herself 
for allowing herself to come to this place. For being so curious. For 
playing with fire. And for being here, strung up like a Japanese lantern on 
a holiday for the sole pleasure of this vicious debauched female. The one 
with the whip. 

"Bite it," the woman said, fully charged up now. 

"Yes, Mistress," Val wailed. 

"Bite my whip with your tongue. Taste the tip of my power between your 
teeth." 

Val held the tip of her whip between her teeth as Deborah dangled it over 
her nose. Something about it made her slump her head down. The thing had the 
better of her. This whip was her guard. And Deborah was her judge and 
executioner. She was in command, and Val must do as she was told. Never mind 
if she deserved it or not. 

"Little disobedient Vixen!!!!" she seethed, out of control. 

"Think you can have fun at your friend's expense behind my back!" 

"You'll pay for your disobedience!!!" 

THROP!!! 

SPLAT!! 

PUCK!!!! 

Again and again and again the lash flailed at her and gripped her flesh. She 
looked out to see thin, curving lines of red welts raised against the ivory 
backdrop of her young skin. 

Something about that made her feel even more scared. The woman said she 
would not mark her for life, but it was hard to believe from her vantage 
point. She thought her skin looked scarred for life. No one would want her 
now. Not even a half-decent type of guy. Not even scum. She was marked, and 
Deborah was marking her. 

"Take another bite, my pet," she scolded. 

The whip uncoiled into the soft, wet folds of her pussy flesh. 

She could hear Sandy breathing heavy in the other part of the room. Her 
humiliation was complete. She had never known such degradation. If she could 
sink to her knees, she would do so. She would sink to her knees and kiss her 
Mistress's long red fingernails and beg for mercy. 

"Don't, Mistress," she heard her lips move to form the foreign words. 
"Silence, Bitch." 

"Please, Ma'am," she repeated, feeling very small. 

"When I say, not until." 

The woman made good her word with another slash of the whip. Val saw a clean 
line of black leather uncoil before her eyes and burrow into her body. It 
burrowed into the crevice between her legs. 

But Deborah's technique had changed. Instead of the hard, humiliating lashes 
she had been pounding her with, now the lashes were caressing. Soft and 
seductive. 

Almost as though a strong, muscular, insistent tongue were lapping at her 
pussy. 

Pain, she had begun to understand. But this was different. This was pain 
mixed with pleasure and it terrified and confused her. She did not 
understand how she could be feeling them both at the same time. The whole 
thing was blowing her mind. 

"Take that, now," Deborah said softly. 

"Oh, Mistress," Val begged, "please." 

But her words were unconvincing. She had no desire to beg her mistress to 
stop. Only the sensation was bedevilling her. Her pussy lips swelled with 
arousal as the tough, black leather kept stroking them, fondling them in all 
kinds of places and in all kinds of ways the poor girl never knew existed. 

"You like that, don't you," the shrewd woman accused. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

It would be pointless to lie to her. The size and positioning of the leather 
against her flesh was becoming ecstatic. Her face turned from a coarse frown 
of fright into a soft smile of contentment. The pleasure was dipping from 
her toes to her head. Her cunt lips Hailed against the whip tip, trying to 
hang onto it. 

The thing parted the curtain of her pussy flesh and wound its tongue tip 
tightly around the protruding clit. The undeniably erotic sensation of 
leather against pussy flesh melted her. The smell of leather mingling with 
the scent of freshly aroused cunt was intoxicating. She could not escape it. 

"You want more, don't you?" 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"You want Mistress Deborah to make you come with the tip of this whip, don't 
you?" 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"You want Mistress Deborah to get you off with her whip, don't you?" 

"Yes, Mistress!" 

"Well, think again, bitch!!!!!!" 

Val opened her dreamy eyes wide and felt the whip leather hurl against her 
pussy mound. The thing seemed to cut into her like a razor. She opened her 
eyes in dismay and pain and looked down for any signs of blood. 

But it was too late to stop the arousal bottled up within her. It had 
already made its way to her brain and the pit of her stomach. 

She was already coming, and she didn't know how to stop it. The woman was 
beating her mercilessly now. But the mechanism of climax had already been 
set into motion. It was too late to stop it now. She had been tricked into 
coming by this monstrous witch. 

The woman had coaxed the leather up into her pussy slit and played with her 
clit to ripen it, make it ready to come. Then, just as Val was letting 
herself go, about to let herself fall off the edge of her passionate abyss, 
the woman tightened her grip and lit into her with all her furious might. 

And it was too late for Val not to come. She closed her eyes again and 
opened them again in sheer, stark pain. She felt her whole body tense up and 
shudder in a non-stop orgasm of unknowable magnitude. 

And still the woman bit her whip into the girl's sweet, young flesh. Another 
bite, then another. A slice, a slash, a flail. One sensation of pain mingled 
with another in a farrago of screams and pleas and orgasms on top of 
orgasms. She felt her insides split open from the crack of her cunt all the 
way to her forehead. 

She felt monstrously hot and ready to charge her captor. Yet, there she 
hung. Hung up like a sweet little side of meat, about to be eaten. Eaten by 
the bullwhip of the vile Mistress Deborah. The vixen of all time. 

"So," Deborah said, at last bringing her whip to a stop. "You liked that." 

Val said nothing. 

"Now, don't pretend with me, Slave Valerie," the woman said. She spoke 
almost as if the whole thing had been a light exercise. An exercise to prove 
how vulnerable and predictable Val was when she was tied up and subjected to 
a whipping. 

"No, Mistress." 

"I can see into that simple little head of yours and I know what's going on 
in it." 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"You got off on that, didn't you Slave?" 

"No, Mistress." 

Val bit on her words hard. She swallowed them and opened her eyes to face 
her captor. She had lied. But she wasn't going to take it back. She wasn't 
going to give the woman the satisfaction that she had loved the caressing 
point of that bullwhip enough to get off on it. As strong a climax as she 
could ever remember. 

And she knew the woman would make her pay for it. Still, she was not going 
to recant. She was not about to belong completely to this woman. There were 
some things she wanted to keep private from her. And from Sandy." 

"Who are you kidding?" the woman railed. She let out a hearty laugh and Val 
watched her bosom shaking. Those two mountainous mounds of surly white 
flesh. 

Val stood her ground. 

"You got off on that and you know it, Bitch." 

Val felt the tears of pain rush out of her eyes and stream down her cheeks, 
but she wouldn't break. She would never let this woman know that she had 
received a mind-blowing, cunt-numbing climax at her command. 

"Well, then," Deborah allowed, "we'll just have to do something else with 
you. I think your honesty needs a little improvement. If you don't mind, 
we'll just work on it a bit. I think I have the perfect exercise for you." 

Val shuddered. She cast a look at Sandy, who shot her back a look of mortal 
terror. What did this woman have in mind? Who was she? And what limits would 
she go to to prove who was the boss? And how much more depravity and pain 
could either of them take? 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Val felt a rush of relief when the woman took her down from her perch at the 
end of the ropes from the hooks in the ceiling. But it was short-lived. 

"Were either of you girls very good at swimming?" 

Val cocked her head and tried to connect with the woman's caustic glare. She 
was met by the dark mask and the steely eyes of the merciless dominatrix. 

"I asked if either of you were much good at swimming." 

From the sound of her voice, the woman expected an answer. 

"I have done some swimming, Mistress," Sandy said prudently. 

"Good," the woman said. 

Val tried to remain mute on the subject, but the toe of the woman's high 
heel found her throat and she coughed up a response. 

"I have done a little, Mistress." 

"And," the woman said coldly, "were you any good at it?" 

"Not much, Mistress," Val answered. 

She was beginning to believe the woman could be kind to her if she would 
show her the respect she asked for. That part, she didn't mind. But to let 
her know that she was, in fact, in some small way, enjoying this brand of 
torture, was the last thing she wanted to face. It just didn't seem possible 
that she should. 

"Well, I was wondering, because I know I like to see young women spread out 
flat, flailing their hands and feet and trying to cut through the water." 

The girls eyed each other. 

Perhaps the woman had some water torture in mind. Val had read how the Greek 
undergrounders punished traitors by sticking a water hose in their mouth. 
Sandy in turn, thought of the story she heard of English scientists 
experimenting with sensory deprivation. 

They would put a man in a wet suit into a tank and deprive him of sound and 
color and smell and touch for forty-eight hours. 

"Are you going to put us in water, Mistress?" Sandy intoned with complete 
respect. She was learning who was boss here fast. 

"I'm going to teach your little friend here not to lie to me," she said to 
the blonde girl still tied to the pillar in the corner. 

"I won't lie to you, Mistress," Val said. "I promise. Never again." 

"That won't be quite good enough." 

"I just don't like people knowing about my private life, that's all. I want 
to keep some things to myself, don't you-!" 

Her pitiful words were cut short by a swift kick to the teeth. 

"Do not forget who is in control here, unworthy slave." 

Val coughed and sputtered and tried to respond. The woman clearly had the 
upper hand. Her feet were like clubs, and she knew how to wield them to get 
the maximum effect. 

Val spat. She spat a little blood out with the saliva and she got 
frightened. She could no longer afford to be rebellious. 

She would have to learn the lessons this woman was trying to teach her. She 
could not be insincere or untruthful. The woman could see right through her. 

She strode to a closet in one corner of the room and opened the door. From 
out of the dark depths a long squarish plank sailed down, like an ironing 
board coming out of a utility cupboard. 

"One of my favorite pieces of equipment," the woman said. She stroked the 
smooth planed surface as though it were a prize walnut buffet table. 

The girls looked closely at the thing. There was a prong clip along the top. 
And there was a hole in the thickness of it. Two pieces of piano wire 
dangled from the underside near the point where it swung out of the closet. 

Deborah wasted no time. She untied Sandy and told her to get down onto her 
knees to kiss her mistress's shoes. Sandy obliged. 

Sandy had learned a quick, effective lesson. She had learned not to be 
rebellioius around this woman. She had learned to save the rebellion for the 
classroom or a disgusting date. But this woman would triumph over rebellion. 
She would use it and turn it against you and have her way all the same. 

"Now, Slave," she said confidently. "You will ready the instrument of 
discipline. You will prepare it for your friend to learn from." 

"Yes, Mistress," the blonde angel said. 

"First, bring me that iron bar." 

Sandy trotted over to where the brace bar was lying on the floor. She knelt 
down and tried to pick it up. It wouldn't budge. 

"I said, bring it!!!" 

"Yes, Mistress." 

Again, Sandy tried to move the heavy piece. It was useless. She was too 
small and unmuscular to heave it an inch. It wouldn't move. 

Deborah raced over to her and gave her a swift kick between her ass cheeks. 

"Get on the job, Slave!" 

Sandy knew she had to pick the thing up. It felt like a telephone pole. She 
gritted her teeth and tried to drag the thing. She sweated and strained and 
practically wept before she could drag the solid thing an inch. But drag she 
did. 

"Now," the woman said, "Stick that bar into this hole." 

She stood back and indicated the hole in the wood with the tip of her whip. 

Sandy made the most effort she could muster to lift the thing. She cried out 
in pain and agony. Her shoulder felt like it would be ripped off. But 
somehow, she got her adrenalin up enough to stuff the bar into the hole in 
the wood. And she had a pretty good idea it was because she knew what was in 
store for her if she should, by any chance, come to failure. 

"There," Deborah said. She turned to Sandy and pointed off to the trunk. 
"Bring me the set of cuffs with the holes in them. 

Sandy ran to the trunk and dug until she found the right cuffs. They had 
threads indented into the holes, indicating they could be screwed onto 
something. 

She gave them to Deborah and the woman commanded her to screw them onto 
either end of the steel cross bar jutting out from the wooden plank. 

A grisly picture was beginning to emerge. 

These were the size for ankle cuffs. Sandy knew that one of them would be 
fitted into these ankle cuffs and made to lie prone on the flat board. She 
had a pretty good idea it was going to be Valerie. She hoped so. 

The bar was long enough so that anyone whose ankles were trapped in the 
cuffs at either end of the pole would have to stretch her legs out to the 
maximum point, and perhaps just a little beyond, to be able to fit into 
them. 

"Bring me the dart dildo," the vixen ordered. 

She pointed to the trunk again. Sandy was unclear what a dart dildo might 
be, but she knew better than to ask by this time. 

She scurried to the trunk, her blonde hair sailing out in back of her, her 
pert little teenage tits bouncing as she went. She dug into the trunk. 

"The one with the spiral base." 

She put her hand on something hard, obscenely long and with the spiral base 
the woman was describing. The dildo felt like hard plastic. Bullet-shaped at 
the tip. One could only wonder what the spiral base was about. 

She carried the thing to her mistress and presented it to her on her knees. 

"Yes," the woman said. "Now you will fit the dildo onto the plank." 

Sandy bent down and examined the plank. She knew best not to take too long. 
The woman would be impatient if she thought she was stalling. And the last 
time she was impatient, she had kicked her best friend in the mouth so hard 
her teeth rattled and a spurt of blood poured out of her. 

She fit the spiral end of the dildo onto the prong, and she heard a click as 
the thing sunk into it. Then, she noticed a spring. The spiral was a spring 
and it contained a release button. 

The whole thing was starting to make terrifying sense. Val was to be fitted 
into those cuffs and made to lie flat against that plank. 

She would be rendered helpless and at the mercy of that monstrous plastic 
dildo. 

But what were the piano wires for? 

She didn't have too long to wonder. 

"Bring the slave here," the woman commanded. 

Val followed her friend mutely. She could not believe the girl was helping 
the dominatrix do this to her. She could not believe the punishment she was 
about to receive at both their hands. 

"Fit the slave onto the plank," Deborah said with the authority of a 
consumate teacher. And indeed, she was playing that role. 

Sandy helped Val to lie on the plank on her back. 

"No," Deborah said. "Make the slave lie on her stomach. I want to see those 
ass cheeks of hers flying in the air." 

Sandy helped her friend to lie on her stomach. 

"Open those ankle cuffs, pet," the woman spoke in that low, controlled voice 
of hers. "And be quick about it now. I warn you." 

Sandy flipped the cuffs open and set Val's tiny feet into the steel circles. 
She slipped them through up to the ankles and snapped the cuffs shut. 

"Now the piano wire," the bitch called. 

"Mistress?" Sandy turned her gorgeous blonde head up and saw the dark mask 
scowling down at her. "I don't understand." 

"Figure it out, simpleton." 

Sandy scrunched up her nose and looked at the wire. She saw that the twin 
strands of wire were about where Val's tits were thrust out on either side 
of the huge plank. Perhaps they were to tie them down with. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

Sandy closed her eyes and felt the stiff piano wire between her fingers. It 
almost hurt to touch the thing. It was that fine and sharp. 

She could hardly believe that she was about to render her friend helpless. 
But it was true. Once she tied her nipples down with these wires, the girl 
would be immobile. She would be completely vulnerable. 

"No," Val whispered to her friend. "Don't, Sandy. Please." 

Mistress Deborah said nothing. She stood at the base of the plank, 
straddling it and stared at them both. Sandy felt like she was caught in a 
vise. 

She felt as completely tied to that plank as her best friend. But one look 
at the harsh lines of her captor's face and she knew what she must do. 

She picked up the dangling end of the piano wire and grabbed Val's left 
nipple. 

She pinched the nipple to an elongated peak and twisted the piano wire 
around it, elongating it even further. The thing looked like a huge eraser 
tied around the base. 

"Owwwwwwww!!!!!!!" Val cried as the wire bit into her nipple flesh. 

Sandy knew she could not afford to show the girl any mercy. It would mean 
her own pain if she did. Yet, she hurt for her friend. She hurt and she 
worried what the woman would do to her, though she had a pretty good idea 
formulating in her head already. 

"Hurry, Slave!" the command went out. 

Sandy picked up the girl's other tit and pinched the nipple. 

The sensation was hot and arousing to Val, until the piano wire tightened 
around it. Until the squeeze was around her nipple. 

"You'll cut them off," Val cried. 

"Only if you move suddenly," laughed Deborah. 

Sandy stood aside and let her mistress inspect the work. 

"Fine," she said curtly. 

"Thank you, Mistress." 

"Now let us release the spiral dildo into her ass." 

Sandy blinked. Was it possible? Was this woman going to make her perform the 
actual torture? But then, she realized it was possible. It would be like 
this she-devil. It would be the way she could kill two birds with one stone. 

She must have known perfectly well what she was doing. She smiled evilly at 
Sandy, who shook her head and started to cry. 

Sandy threw herself down to the floor and grabbed her mistress around the 
ankle. She looked up at her with those melting chocolate brown eyes and the 
face of a pathetic, sweet and innocent waif. The face of an angel and the 
hair to match. 

"Please, Mistress. I'll do anything. Anything!!!! Only don't make me do 
this. Don't make me torture my best friend. I beg you." 

Silence. There was a silent pall over the room. 

Sandy watched her mistress's face for some sign. Some sign of weakening. 
Some sign of lessening her resolve. But she saw nothing. 

"Very well," the woman said at last. "You will have a choice. You can either 
choose to torture your friend according to my specifications ... or you can 
choose to be tortured yourself in this manner." 

She pointed to the splayed out form at her feet. 

Sandy gasped. She looked down at Val. The girl's legs were spread eagle and 
her pussy lips were scissored out so wide, her ass had been forced into the 
air. Her cunt lips were spread so far back, you could see down to the black 
portals of her sweet little cunt hole. Her ass was opened wide, like a pink 
rosebud about to bloom. 

"Oh, God," she uttered. 

It was a cry from the depths of her being. It was a cry of anguish from the 
deep well of her soul. The choice was impossible, yet she knew she must make 
it. To torture her friend or to torture herself? To feel the raging, 
stinging pain and humiliation of a lesson she had already learned herself 
all too well, or watch her own best friend be eaten alive by the vicious 
rocket aimed at her guts? 

"Don't," she said to her mistress. "Don't make me do this." 

"As I said," the heartless bitch replied, "you have a choice." 

Sandy sank to her elbows and wept. She pounded the floor and felt the tears 
flow from her eyes. She would endure torture no matter which way she chose. 
And she couldn't stand it. It hurt so bad already, what would the sting of a 
dildo matter? 

She looked up and saw Val twist her head around to look at her. She saw the 
hard, cold face of their captor looking at her with vengeance in her glance. 
And she knew she must decide. And she knew she must decide to let go of the 
choice. 

Val was on the block. Val must pay for being disobedient. She was ready to 
give over to her mistress. She had capitulated. Now, her friend must as 
well. 

She smiled a kittenish smile and stood up. 

"I'm ready, Mistress," she said, obediently bowing her head to the woman. 
"Excellent." 

Sandy reached over. She found the release button on the spiral dildo. She 
saw the bullet-nosed plastic tip jutting out the top of the steel spiral. 

She saw it aimed for Val's blistering red ass hole. She saw her ass cheeks 
flanking either side of her poop chute and quivering with the expectation of 
intense pain. 

And she saw her friend Val. Lying there, gritting her teeth and her fists to 
distract herself from the awful sensation she knew was to come. 

"Go ahead, Sandy my pet." 

She nodded to her mistress and fingered the release button. She pulled it 
back and felt the tension in her fingers. She let the button go. In a flash, 
the dildo sprung loose from itsmoorings. 

It shot straight ahead and hit the outstretched valve of her friend's ass 
lips. 

"Owwwwwww!!!!" the girl wasted no time responding. "Jesus Christ. ... oh my 
God." 

Sandy couldn't bear to look, but her mistress held her head so that she had 
to look. She had to look and see what she'd done to the pitiful girl at her 
feet. She was forced to look at what she'd done to her best friend. 

She saw the butt end of the dildo sticking out of Val's ass. The thing had 
not successfully penetrated it to the base, but enough of the smooth dome 
head of it was stuck up there to give the girl a measure of raw pain. 

"Finish the job," Mistress Deborah ordered coolly. 

"What?" 

"Call me mistress!!!!!" 

"What, Mistress?" 

"Finish the job, you lying little cheat. Finish the job proper or I'll kick 
your mouth bloody. Stick that thing up her all the way." 

Sandy held her breath and tried to get a grip. She knew she must follow the 
woman's orders, or seem to be following them. She must not let on how 
horrified she really was of the whole thought of buggering her best friend. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Sandy grapsed the thick, bulbous dildo in her hands. She smiled thinly at 
her captor. She knew she must be acting like she enjoyed it, or there would 
be worse fate awaiting her. She held the thing with both hands. 

And, she began to move it around into Val's swollen and bloody ass. She felt 
the stubby butt end of the thing and aimed it straight up into the girl's 
bowels. 

"Nooooooooo, Sandy!!!!!!" 

"I'm sorry, Val," she said, "I really am." 

"Silence, bitch." 

"Sorry, Mistress." 

"Now, take that thing and make it work till you strike pay dirt!" 

With that command, the mistress crossed her arms and stood at attention to 
watch the girl do what she commanded. 

Val felt the knob of the plastic prick scoot up her chute and dig around, as 
if prodding for her center. As if trying to find the core of her very being, 
the hard, punishing prick knob dug into her ass. 

The idea that it was being commandeered by her best friend made it hurt no 
less. How could Sandy do this to her? And most of all, how could she ever 
forgive her. 

The hard bite of the burrowing dildo made her forget such superficial 
concerns. 

"Plllllleeeeease," she begged them both. "No more. I can't take any more." 

"Try to relax, Val," she heard Sandy whisper. "Try to enjoy it." 

Val closed her eyes. The sensation was not all that bad, just alarming that 
it was done in this position. She didn't like being strung up like this. She 
resented being pegged to a cross and made to bleed by these women, one of 
whom was her best friend, or had been up to today. 

"Stick it harder," the woman commanded. "Yes, Mistress." 

"Now, Val," the woman continued, "I'm talking to you and I expect respect." 
Silence. 

"Do you hear me, Slave?????" Val nodded. "Answer me, Bitch!" 

"Yeeeess, Mistress." 

The words came out garbled and with agony. The voice was strained almost to 
the breaking point. Val felt the angry prick poke into her harder. 

Sandy dug the thing around, scooping out the remaining shit and scum from 
the girl's violated butt button. The remorse she felt made her flush with 
shame. But there it was. She was doing it and she knew she had to do it and 
Val would just have to forgive her if she could. 

"Do you enjoy having your ass fucked?" 

Val listened to the calm, impeccable syllables issuing from the woman's 
mouth. They stoked the fires in her bowels. But she bit her lip. She knew 
what her answer would be, even though it pained her to say it. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

"How much do you like it, Valerie Slave Girl?" 

"I like it very much, Mistress." 

"And you're going to come, aren't you, Slave Bitch?" 

"Yes, Mistress," came the docile reply. 

"Make the slave come with that dildo," the witch commanded her pet. 

Sandy jerked the thing insistently in and out of the girl's butt tunnel. She 
worked it around and around like a huge spoon inside her firm, ripe young 
ass. Then, she began a series of jerking motions in and out of her hole. In 
and out, working up a layer of oil and ooze from the girl's organ. 

In and out, she pushed the obscene prick stick. 

Out and in, she pumped the hard, plastic dick. 

She worked the thing around in huge, tantalizing circles, then in slow, 
agonizingly painful ones. 

Val's head was swimming. Such prolonged pain and agony as she had never 
known was at work on her. And she got the two things confused. 

She could no longer separate the two. They had become one. Her cruel 
mistress seemed the benevolent benefactor. Her traitor girlfriend seemed 
like a trusted servant who was administering to her all her wants and needs. 

She reeled. Her head felt dizzy. Her butt burned with the fires of hell and 
caught her guts up in the engulfing flames. She humped her hips up high to 
swallow even more of the monstrous prick stick. She humped them again and 
took the thing to its base. 

"You're coming, aren't you, Slave?" 

"You're getting off on this, isn't that so?" 

"You can't deny it, can you?" 

"Yes," Valerie shrieked. 

She shrieked and undulated her hips. Her clit was swollen to the bursting 
point. Her pussy lips flailed mightily as she was swept up in a massive 
orgasm that started deep in her bowels, tore through her whole body, and 
ended up as a watery glow in her bowels again. She thudded her head against 
the plank. 

Her nipples felt like they would be severed at the base. She felt the prick 
squeeze the juice out of her. And she squeezed back. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh," she moaned and spilt come juice out of her slit and out of 
her own, pulverized ass hole as she writhed in agony. 

This was for real. She bit the hardwood of the plank. She pounded her fists 
into the wood and felt the piano wire nearly severe her nipples. Her ass was 
a giant well of fire and raw nerves frayed and burnt. 

"Sooooooo," Mistress Deborah said, calmly, assessing the scene. "I see 
you've turned from a liar into an honest little girl at last." 

"I wouldn't exactly call her a liar," another voice said from somewhere 
behind them. 

All threee heads whirled around at once to see a tall, statuesque blonde 
standing in the doorway. 

"Little Latisha," the big mistress said smoothly. 

"Big Mamma Deborah," came the blonde's reply. 

"And how has my favorite slave girl been behaving herself? You've been 
naughty, I hope." 

"I've been very, very naughty, Mistress Deborah," the blonde said again and 
again. "So naughty, I'm afraid you'll have to punish me." 

The girls exchanged glances. What in the world was happening. Wasn't this 
Latisha, their own sweet blonde mistress, the one who first indoctrinated 
them into the pleasures of pain? And now she was bowing and scraping to 
Deborah. 

"I thought I might," Deborah said back. 

"You see," Latisha continued, "I've beat you to the punch with these girls. 
I got to them first. I broke them in, as you commanded." 

"As I commanded," the black bitch nodded. 

"As you shall command me," Latisha said, lowering her head, "so it shall be 
done." 

Val and Sandy blinked hard. So Latisha was a slave girl, just like them. She 
had done everything Deborah had commanded her to do to break them in ... to 
get them ready for their confrontation with the ultimate dominatrix ... the 
devilish Deborah. 

"I'm afraid you will have to pay for this," Deborah boomed out into the 
little attic room. "You shall have to pay severely." 

Neither of the girls could miss the excitement in Latisha's face. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

The blonde bowed down to her knees and kissed Deborah's thick, ugly shoe. 

The woman grinned evilly and reached down. When she stood up again, she was 
holding Latisha's blonde tresses in her hands. 

"Owwwwwww!!!!!!" she cried as the woman dragged her across the floor. 

She pulled her all the way across the hardwood floor and jerked her up onto 
the velour cushions. She grabbed the black whip and tore her clothes to 
shreds with it. The blue jogging suit Latisha had been wearing was turned 
into a mass of blue tatters. 

And all the time, Latisha had this odd sort of smile on her face. She 
resisted. She railed. She swore. She tried to find the woman's throat with 
her hands, but she had this weird smile on her face. Like she was supposed 
to be receiving the butt end of the vicious vixen's surly black leather 
whip. 

Like she actually might have been enjoying it. 

Sandy waited until Deborah gave them the command. 

It was not long in coming. 

"Free the slave girl Valerie," she called over to them. 

Sandy unbound her friend and helped her up. She was in bad shape. She could 
barely limp, but somehow she hung on with Sandy's help. 

"Nowwwwww," the woman in the center of the room shrieked. "You will all 
dance to the tune of this whip. Latisha, my oldest and most obedient slave 
will show you underlings how it is done. Listen, watch, and obey!!!!" 

She snapped the whip hard for emphasis and both girls promptly sat down and 
wrapped their hands around their knees to better see what was going on. 

They were not disappointed. 

The gorgeous blonde put up a violent struggle, but the beauteous brunette 
seemed born to tame her. It was a cat fight worthy of the name, but the 
dominatrix bitch sooned triumphed. She sat her whole weight down on 
Latisha's body. 

"Now you will do as I command. You will do my bidding, just as you always 
have." 

"Yes, Mistress," the blonde came back, almost as if she were hypnotized. 

She lay very still on the divan. Then, Deborah pushed her onto the floor. 

"All right, you slave girls," Deborah hollered to the two sitting there. 
"Come over here." 

Sandy and Val got up. But before they could take one step, Deborah flew over 
and slapped them both across their cheeks with one, single swipe. 

They hit the deck and stared up at her, their little rear ends pointed 
skyward, like four melons in a row. 

"You are not permitted to walk," the black bitch railed, "not unless I give 
you permission. Now, crawl. Crawl, unworthy worms." 

The girls, tired and beaten as they were, began the long slow wiggle on 
their elbows and their knees over to the divan. 

"Aren't they wonderful, Mistress?" they heard Latisha tell her mentor. "Just 
like I promised. Aren't they just adorable?" 

They tried to look up, but thought better of it when Deborah's shoe tip 
caught them under the chin, then pushed against the tops of their heads. 

"Keep your eyes lowered, filthy wretches," she said in a low, mean voice. 
They did as they were told. 


THE END
