Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2006 19:47:10 -0400
From: Roxanne Appleby <roxanneappleby@hotmail.com>
Subject: Susan's Teens Punished (FF teen2 bd nc humil) REVISED
Preface
The character Susan Smith was introduced in "Susan's Teen Lust
Satisfied," also on this Web site, in the Lesbian, Adult-Youth section. It
is not necessary to read that story to appreciate this one.
Susan loves and lusts for sweet young women, and her greatest thrill is
to introduce previously straight girls to the erotic pleasures of girl-girl
sex. As an "angel investor" in a movie studio specializing in high quality
lesbian erotica, Susan has ready access to willing candidates for her wanton
passion.
She satisfies this in carefully paced, sensuous seductions in her
secluded mansion, where girls who have never known the touch of another
woman but are seeking "adventure" are brought slowly to the point of begging
for lesbian love.
In this story Susan has an erotic experience of a very different sort.
Specifically, the somewhat predatory but essentially virtuous Susan
cringes as her dominatrix friend Aleisha undertakes the "punishment" of a
pair of beautiful 19-year-old girls who had tried to rip-off a drug dealer
and gangster that Susan knows. The punishment is actually to protect the
girls from a much more dangerous fate at his hands, which is why the morally
upright Susan is willing to go along.
Paddling, the bad kind of shower, non-consensual sex, bondage and
strap-on sex combined, sodomy, humiliation, degradation, shame . . . Dear
reader, if you enter this long story you will be forced to experience hours
of all of these! The pain will be exquisite -- but you may find the pleasure
to be, also. You have been warned!
The Authoress
Introduction
"Hello?" Susan Smith answered the phone.
"Susan -- you know who this is?" the male voice on the other end said.
"Mike." She said this in a flat tone. "What do you want?" she asked
coldly, making her distaste plain.
"Hey, listen, Susan. I got something a little bit unusual that you
might be interested in."
Susan feared what that might mean. Mike was a gang leader and illegal
drug distributor she had met during a "Goth phase" during her college years.
For a while she had hung out with a group of "townies" who thought they were
pretty tough and nasty. She encountered Mike several times at parties her
group attended, and quickly realized that when it came to being "dangerous"
her friends were a bunch of lightweight "wannabes" -- he was the real deal.
He scared the hell out of her, but did not let him know it, and for some
reason he seemed to respect her.
A few years later Susan had become involved with the dangerous felon,
seeking to stop his exploitation of young women. One of the things she had
noticed at those college parties was that he was always accompanied by very
young, servile and attractive girls. When she asked about this one time, he
laughed and told her "they're working off some debts."
Mike went on to explain that he manipulated the girls into dealing
drugs on the smallest scale possible, and "got them in trouble" by providing
more "product" in advance than they could possibly distribute. He then made
sure that they come up short when the time came to either pay up or return
the unsold product.
Mike was a truly scary individual, and really a very bad man. So she
could easily understand how threats from him would be terrifying. He gave
the girls a choice -- become his personal sex slave, or suffer the trauma of
a brutal gangbang by his entire gang.
He laughed when he explained how they staged a terrifying spectacle, in
which the girls were forced to witness what appeared to be an example of
this.
"Susan, did you know that not all the members of my gang are men? Yeah,
there's always bitches around, but they're all somebody's 'mama,' not really
members in their own right. But there's one bitch who is a full member.
Wanna know why?" Susan nodded.
"She likes gangbangs. She likes to be gangbanged, that is. And she
likes it rough -- fucked in the ass, fucked in the mouth, fucked in the
cunt, all three at once sometimes. Hey, the guys aim to please! They get a
kick out it -- plus get their rocks off."
Mike described how when he needed to "break in" one of his underaged
sex slaves she would be forced to watch one of these "gangbangs," but not
told that the sex was consensual. The "bitch" who liked it rough with
multiple partners would ham it up, letting out blood-curdling screams,
acting terrified, pretending to be in agony, while the male gang members
whooped it up with raucous shouts and chants, "Fuck her in the ass! Fuck her
in the ass! Fuck her in the ass!"
When Mike gave his tender young victims the option, they chose
one-on-one sexual servitude with the leader over brutal gang rape, and were
grateful for the option.
Susan was horrified. She dared to ask if he really would ever really
have one of those innocent young women gang raped. He laughed again and
said, "Absolutely - if they really tried to fuck with me. But not in the
kind of set-up situations I'm telling you about. You don't want to know what
happens to people who really try to fuck with me, Susan."
Mike was serious, and she knew he was right - she didn't want to know.
Susan was in college then, and couldn't do anything about this
situation. But after she had graduated and established herself she contacted
Mike and made him an offer. Essentially, she used her wealth to pay off the
gang leader in return for an oath to end his exploitation of young women.
The offer was backed up by an implicit threat to use the law if he
refused, or reneged. Frankly, she didn't care about his other activities,
his drug dealing. As long as he stuck to "business" and stopped terrorizing
women she would leave him alone.
Given this history, when Mike called and said he had "something
unusual," Susan was frightened, and on edge.
"Yeah, remember back when you asked me if I really would have given my
'girlfriends' to the gang if they didn't agree to 'play' with me?" Mike
asked. "Well, right now I got one of those situations of someone who 'really
fucked with me.'
"The thing is, it's two chicks. Foxy as hell, too -- real lookers. Well
listen, these bitches got cute and thought they could scam me out of $10K
worth of blow. Stupid cunts. Hey, most of the time, I'd pop a cap on the
fucker and that would be end of it -- gotta set an example for the rest, ya
know?"
Susan didn't know, and did not want to. The world she inhabited was
light years away from such grim realities.
Susan had inherited a huge fortune when her parents were killed in a
car crash when she was just 12-years-old. Since graduating from college with
a degree in finance she had made a career out of increasing that fortune
through careful investments in start-up businesses and real estate
development partnerships. Susan was worth a cool $400 million, and the urban
jungle Mike described was as unreal to her as a violent crime movie.
But, she knew it WAS real, and that he was serious. She grew a little
shaky at what he was telling her, and her "knight errant to the rescue of
damsel in distress" streak roared to the surface.
"Mike -- don't!" she said. "You must have something else in mind if you
called me. The answer is 'yes' if it means you don't hurt those girls."
Mike laughed. "I knew you would say that, Susan. You're too soft. Well,
yeah, I got somethin' else in mind. I thought I might make a few bucks
outta' the deal, rather than -- the other."
"I'll do it," Susan jumped in.
He laughed again. "Not so fast, Susan. I can't have the word get out
that the punishment for fuckin' with Mike is -- no punishment at all. Hey --
I know that you like bitches. I know about your little arrangement with that
porn studio, too. You get those sweet young bitches and you have a ball with
them.
"Well, these two aren't so sweet. For one thing they're cocky little
smart-asses who think they're hot shit and God's gift, and they fuck with
people all the time. They just fucked with the wrong person this time.
"The bottom line, Susan, is that these bitches need to be punished. I
don't think you can do it, because I don't think your mean enough, but I
thought I would at least ask."
Susan thought hard. She realized that in Mike's world sex was often
brutal and a form of exploitation. Apparently, he thought something like
that happened during her own multi-day trysts with young women, although he
obviously realized that her version would be much "softer" than his own. In
truth her seductions were nothing like that at all. But in this instance the
false impression might be all that stood between two young woman and
eternity. Or worse . . .
He was right that she was too soft, but -- she knew someone. Over the
years some 30 young women had matriculated from "Susan Smith's Academy of
Lesbian Lust." One of these, a girl named Aleisha, had become a notorious
lesbian S&M dominatrix. Well, Aleisha was into the "S" part, sadism, and her
female partners were either into the "M" part, masochism, or they were in
for a really unpleasant experience when they had sex with the woman.
Neither the "S" nor the "M" were Susan's bag, but notwithstanding that
she and Aleisha had become friends, and occasional lovers. Most often they
just got together for lunch or dinner, and to hang out a bit.
"Mike -- you're right. I am not the person for the job. But -- I have a
friend who is." Susan described the 23-year-old Aleisha and her preferences,
and Mike was laughing by the time she finished.
"Yeah, that sounds more like what I had in mind. I'll tell you what,
Susan -- get out that fat checkbook of yours out, because the only reason I'm
willing to do this is for the money. And then have this Aleisha take these
bitches 'in hand.' You don't mess with the process and go all soft on them,
and I'll do it. But -- if they come out of there looking like they're 'in
love,' then they are right back in the shit."
"Alright Mike, I promise. It's Aleisha's show. I'll just keep reminding
myself that these girls are not innocent victims, but got themselves into
this through their own bad behavior."
"You got it Susan -- bad behavior is right. Fuckin' bitches, try to
fuck with me . . ."
So Susan called Aleisha, who almost had an orgasm over the phone when
the situation was described to her. Of course she readily agreed, and then
Susan called Mike back to finalize the arrangements.
~~ Roberta and Jamie are whipped and stripped. ~~
Sitting in the living room of her home, Susan clicked the garage door
remote control when she saw the van enter the winding driveway of her
estate. On its 10 acre lot the luxurious house was well screened by
landscaping and terrain from the rest of the exclusive subdivision. Once the
vehicle had entered the underground garage she used the remote to close the
garage door behind it, and headed downstairs.
When she arrived the driver had already shut off the motor and got out.
It was Mike, and he looked at her expectantly. She handed him a thick
envelope filled with several thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills, which
he slipped into a pocket.
Mike walked around to the back of the van and opened the rear door.
"Alright bitches, OUT!" he barked. Two young women exited the back of the
van, the compartment of which had no windows, so they had no idea where they
had been taken. Susan took her first look at the girls she was supposed to
"punish."
One of them was her own height, about 5'8", and the other was just a
little bit shorter. Both were very pretty and had fantastic bodies. The
taller one had long, wavy blonde hair, very large breasts, a nicely rounded
ass, and lovely legs. The other had almost straight shoulder length hair
that was a beautiful chestnut color, medium size breasts, and a trimmer,
more athletic body.
They were somewhat disheveled and looked very scared, except that on
the smaller girl the cocky "God's gift the world" attitude somehow still
came through. The taller one was thoroughly cowed -- not surprising after
the threats they both had been subjected to.
Both girls were dressed alike in flashy designer jeans and tight tee
shirts that left nothing the imagination. Mike had called them "prick
teasers" at one point, and Susan now saw what he meant: The girls had "it,"
and they flaunted it.
After their attempt to rip-off the dangerous drug dealer, they had been
held as prisoners in the commercial garage that served as the headquarters
for the gang. There they had been forced to witness the horrific "gangbang"
scene involving the woman who actually liked rough sex with multiple
partners, which fact, of course, the teens did not know.
The two 19-year-olds were removed before the end of the act, and once
they were out of sight but still in hearing range subjected to the sound
heart rending screams. This led them to believe that the woman had been
killed or seriously injured. They were then shoved into the back of the van,
which drove for more than an hour, and now found themselves in Susan's
garage.
Susan knew that, unlike the more innocent, younger girls Mike had
previously victimized, the threat of becoming a genuine victim of brutal
gang rape was real for these girls -- and much worse, besides.
"Have fun, bitches!" Mike said with an evil gleam in his eye as Susan
led the girls toward the door that connected the house and garage. He
prepared to start the van and leave.
"Wait a minute, Mike," Susan said. "I'll be right back."
Susan led the girls into the lower level of her home, which was
completely underground, and had no outside view. She took them into a small
den off a hallway, and faced the pair.
"Do you know what kind of danger you're in?" she asked. Susan could
tell from the looks on their faces that the answer was yes, so she
continued.
"Let me explain what's going on here. I'm a lesbian and I frequently
entertain young women in sexual trysts in this home. Mike knows about this,
for reasons I won't go into, but he thinks these involve some kind of
brutality. He's wrong, but -- that's why he turned you over to me. To be
'punished.'
"Here's the situation: If you stay you will be punished. You will be
whipped and humiliated and forced to engage in sex acts with women,
including bondage, sodomy, and other things. However -- you will not be
harmed. You will not be physically bruised or broken in any way. Do you
understand?"
Both young women had turned bright red with embarrassment at Susan's
first words, and then pale at the laundry list of depravity. They were
shocked, and frightened. Susan's heart was melting at the sight, but she
forced herself to be cool. Both girls finally nodded -- they understood.
"Alright. Now -- you don't have to stay. In fact, you can't stay unless
you do so voluntarily. I won't be a party to rape, or any other kind of
non-consensual activity. If you don't want to stay then we'll turn right
around and you can get back in that van. Maybe you can make things right
with Mike in some way, and it will be fine. I know he likes young women . .
."
Neither girl looked eager to get back in the van. Susan continued:
"I know it's a 'Hobson's choice.' But it is purely your choice. So,
what will it be?"
The girls looked at each other, and at Susan. She knew they could tell
she was not dangerous. Which paradoxically was dangerous, because with the
exception of his misunderstanding regarding her usual sexual modus operandi,
in most things Mike was very smart and cunning. If he sensed that the girl's
"punishment" would not be real the deal would be off.
Which is why Susan had brought Aleisha on board: The "punishment" would
be real. But it would also be voluntary to the maximum extent she could make
it so, under the circumstances.
Both girls nodded. That wasn't good enough for Susan, though. "No, I
want you to say it. Say out loud that you choose to stay even though you
will be whipped, bound, humiliated, sodomized, and required to have sex with
other women."
The girls turned red-faced again, but accepted this.
"I'll stay. Fucking Mike is an animal. You talk tough, but you're not
an animal." It was the smaller girl who spoke. Susan looked to the other,
who seemed more scared, and less sure. But she gave the same answer.
"Me too. I want to stay. I understand and it's my choice."
Susan nodded, and walked back to the garage. Mike was waiting
impatiently, and gave her a "what the fuck?" look. She just nodded, waved,
and clicked the garage door opener, letting him out. When he was gone she
closed the door and reentered the house.
One of the design features of the home was that the isolated lower
level was in effect a luxurious self-contained dwelling unit all by itself.
It had an combination library/office, a bathroom suite, an entertainment
room, a large and specially equipped bedroom, a smaller, more utilitarian
bedroom, and a full-featured kitchen and dining area.
The bathroom suite was really more like a small private health club
than a bathroom. It contained a massive shower stall big enough to fit four
or five individuals, a spa that remained full of water for instant use, a
large jetted bathtub big enough for two, or three if they were "friendly,"
which could be filled up for bubble baths and other activities not
appropriate in the spa. There were plush sofas and comfortable chairs
arranged in sitting areas, and a professional massage table.
A separate alcove held a stationary gym and cyclic trainer machine. One
highly unusual feature was what Susan referred to as her "naked oil
wrestling" ring: A low platform the size of a king-sized bed, covered with a
an actual rubberized wrestling mat two inches thick.
This was the room to which brought the girls. She indicated they should
enter, then followed and closed the door behind her. The luxurious suite was
large and filled with interesting objects, so the girls did not at first
notice its lone occupant. Finally they did notice, and stared.
Aleisha stood in the middle of the room glaring coldly at the
newcomers. She was something to stare at: Tall, almost six-feet, with
smallish breasts, and a very well proportioned, muscular body. Aleisha
worked out strenuously, and it showed. Frankly, she looked like she could
kick the shit out any woman and most men, and wouldn't mind doing so!
Aleisha had a striking face, with high cheekbones and distinctly Slavic
features. She was stunning in appearance, not "beautiful" according to the
usual plain vanilla conventions, but strikingly attractive in her own unique
way. Her long white-blonde hair was tied in two braids that hung down her
back. She looked like an eastern European version of a Wagnerian Valkyrie.
Oh, and one other detail sucked the young girls' gaze to her like a
magnet. Around the woman's neck was a wide black leather "collar" ringed
with metal studs. Her forearms displayed matching black leather wrist bands.
She wore knee-high black leather lace-up boots with three inch heals that
made her appear even taller than she already was. And that was it -- from
neck to wrist to knee Aleisha was completely naked, showing off every well
developed muscle -- rippling abs, powerful shoulders, strong legs.
As she stood glaring, Aleisha was not completely motionless, however.
One hand held a riding crop, which she repeatedly smacked aggressively into
the palm of the other hand while staring at the two young teenagers. On
closer examination it could be seen that this was not a riding crop after
all, but instead a piece of thin, whippy wood that flared out from a solid
looking handle at one end to a flat "paddle blade" about three inches across
at the other.
"So, these are the bad girls, eh?" Aleisha asked. She had a faintly
eastern European accent to go with her striking Slavic visage. Her family
had emigrated from Russia when she was five years old, and a hint of the old
country -- the cruel old country -- remained in her speech.
"What are your names?" Aleisha snapped. Neither girl responded, both
rendered speechless by this gorgeous but intimidating vision. "Speak!" she
barked.
"I -- I'm Jamie," stuttered the slightly shorter girl with the chestnut
hair.
"My name is Roberta," squeaked the taller blonde.
"Roberta. Jamie. Those are almost boy's names. It sounds like your
filthy fathers wanted a boy, and when you two worthless cunts popped out
instead, he gave you the names he had already picked." Aleisha said this as
if she found the notion totally hilarious.
"Well, we will fix that." She walked aggressively up to Jamie, and
poked her painfully in the chest with the spatula-like wand. "You are now
called 'Cunt Number One.' Do you understand?" The girl nodded. "Say it!"
ordered Aleisha: "Say 'I am Cunt Number One'." Aleisha had resumed swatting
the stick into the palm of one hand, and now picked up the tempo of this
action.
The girl looked terrified, and whispered, "I am Cunt Number One."
"Louder!"
The girl's terror increased, and she repeated the obscene phrase,
slightly louder. "I am Cunt Number One."
While this was going on, Susan quietly removed her clothing out of
sight of the two girls, by prior arrangement with Aleisha. The big blonde
had explained that the psychological intimidation of another is usually
achieved by stripping the "subject" while the intimidator remains fully
dressed, but in certain situations doing just the opposite can have the same
effect. That was the strategy she had decided upon here. Aleisha now
directed her attention at Susan, who was pleased see her friend's eyes widen
at the sight of her own nakedness.
Susan knew she was an eye-opening package, and was proud of it. She was
slightly above average height, with sleek athletic legs, a flat belly, and
ample but not huge breasts - large enough to excite lust but not so big as
to make physical activity awkward, capped with lovely pink "puffy" nipples.
Shoulder-length light brown hair and a healthy "California girl" look
completed the ensemble. Aleisha could not help nodding appreciatively, but
she got right back down to business.
"What do you think we should call this second one?" she asked. Without
waiting for her friend to reply, Aleisha announced brightly, "I know! How
about 'Cunt Number Two? You!" she barked at Roberta, giving the girl the
same painful poke in the chest that her companion had received a moment
before. "You are now Cunt Number Two!"
Aleisha shifted gears now. "Dear, why don't you make yourself
comfortable on that couch where you can watch the show?" She spoke in a
friendly tone. "I am going to punish Cunt Number One and Cunt Number Two
now, so that they will know to obey me without question." Aleisha turned
back to the girls and snapped like a Marine drill instructor, "You! Over
there!" She directed them to the professional-type massage table placed in
the center of the luxurious suite, which had a padded surface about
navel-height.
The pair quickly followed orders, looking even more scared than before
after hearing that ominous word "punish." They walked to the table and then
turned around, awaiting further orders from their intimidator. Aleisha was
about to do more than intimidate.
"Both of you -- turn around!" They did. "Unfasten and unzip your
jeans!" After hesitating for just a heartbeat, two pairs of hands got busy.
"Now, pull your pants down below your butts, lean over, and place your hands
on the table!"
Another brief hesitation, and then two lovely female asses were exposed
as tight blue jeans were tugged down with some effort, including lovely
wiggling of shapely hips and pelvises. The two girls assumed a position bent
at the waist, leaning forward, supported by their hands on the table, their
rear ends exposed to the dominatrix and her silent companion, but unable to
see either of the other women.
Susan noticed that both girls had little "broken heart" tattoos on the
upper outside corner of one butt cheek, one girl's on her right side, the
other on her left, like bookends. She imagined this affectation was part of
their "prick teaser" act.
Aleisha let them stand in that vulnerable, exposed position for a good
minute, the girls not knowing exactly what to expect, but having a pretty
good idea, their anxiety increasing exponentially as they were forced to
wait for it. She looked toward Susan, who had taken a seat on one of the
comfortable couches scattered around the suite, and winked.
Susan mouthed back a silent "eek!" and matched it with a theatric
display of nervousness, gritting her teeth, lowering her head and gazing
back at Aleisha with her eyes slanted up, hugging herself with both arms.
Aleisha smiled and shook her head, as if to concur with Mike's conclusion
that Susan was too soft for this kind of task.
Aleisha was not soft, however. When she judged that the anxiety of the
two young girls had risen as high as possible, she struck, delivering a
vicious blow to one shapely ass cheek with her cruel spatula-shaped whip.
WHACK! Roberta screamed out loud, first at the shock, and then at the
excruciating pain as the flat of the flexible wand left a three-inch wide
crimson patch on the outermost jut of her nicely rounded left ass cheek.
Aleisha had shown the instrument to Susan beforehand, and explained
that it was optimized to deliver maximum pain without actually cutting flesh
or even raising lasting welts. "I like my punished cunts to have bright red
asses, but I don't want to ruin the view with blood or bruises," she had
said. Susan was miserable at the thought, but relieved that at least no real
damage would be done.
Aleisha paused after that first blow, letting Jamie's fear and anxiety
grow another order of magnitude as her partner-in-crime sobbed just inches
away. WHACK! Jamie received her first blow, and also screamed. Immediately
Aleisha delivered a second to Roberta's still untouched right cheek. The
girl screamed again, even louder than before. Aleisha immediately struck a
second time at Jamie.
Then she waited another full minute, during which the girls continued
to cry. When their tears began to diminish a bit, she struck again,
viciously. Whack! Whack! Whack Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! She
alternated from girl to girl with each blow, and cheek to cheek on each
alternate blows. This flurry of rapid strikes was delivered with precision,
however, so that no two blows fell on the same patch of flesh. As a result,
the surfaces of both 19-year-old asses became a flaming, angry red, instead
of their previous pleasant pink.
Aleisha was not nearly finished, however, even though both girls were
shaking and weeping hysterically with the pain. "Shut up!" She yelled loudly
in that drill sergeant's tone, stepping forward between the two so that the
order pounded loudly into their ears. After a moment, when the shock began
to wear off, and the pain had receded the tiniest bit from excruciatingly
acute to a pounding throb, they managed to start pulling themselves
together, fearful of disobeying.
Speaking softly now, in a deadly sweet voice dripping with menace,
Aleisha said, "Well, what do we have here?" She had placed the crop under
her arm, and reached down with both hands, softly caressing the little
"heart" tattoos on each girl's bum. Susan had not noticed before, but now
she saw that these were the only patches of butt skin that had not yet been
punished.
"So, you are a pair of little prick teasers, eh? Waving your cute
little matching butts and tattoos at all the boys -- but it's all 'look but
don't touch', eh? What about waving them at the girls, eh? Girls like me?
Girls like me who like to punish little prick teasing cunts? Am I allowed to
touch?"
The girls said nothing, still sniffling. "Answer me! Cunt Number One --
am I allowed to touch your precious ass!" Aleisha grabbed a handful Jamie's
burning ass flesh roughly in her hand as she growled the question, causing
the girl's tears to flow again as the punished flesh was aggravated into
more flaring pain.
"Yes!" she cried.
Aleisha grabbed the tender flesh again cruelly, and ordered, "Cunt
Number One! When you address me, you will call me 'Mistress'! Now, again -
Am I allowed to touch your precious ass?"
"Yes -- Mistress."
"That is better. And that is good. Because I like to grab young girls'
pretty asses. I like to grab their pussies, too. Am I allowed to touch your
precious pink pussy?"
"Ye-yes, Mistress," the girl stuttered, shocked at this shift of
emphasis onto a more sexual track. Aleisha shifted her attention to Roberta,
placing her hand softly but menacingly on the burning, punished portion of
the girl's red ass.
"How about you, Cunt Number Two. You have nice big tits. I like nice
big tits on a young girl. Am I allowed to touch those, too?"
"Yes," the girl whispered. Quick as lightening Aleisha stepped back and
delivered another punishing blow to Roberta's ass with the whip. The girl
screamed, and her sobbing resumed again.
"Yes, what? Answer!" Roberta desperately tried to think of what the
woman wanted, and then remembered.
"Yes, Mistress," she said through her tears.
"That is good. Now, I also like to have my cunt licked by pretty young
girls with big tits. Will you do that for me, too?" The girl could not help
but to gasp, as the revelation and lewd description of the homosexual sex
act she would soon be forced to perform added humiliation, shame and shock
to physical pain and fear. Aleisha cooed menacingly, "I don't think I heard
you. I said 'I also like to have my cunt licked by pretty young girls with
big tits.' You will do that for me, won't you, Cunt Number Two?"
"Yes," the girl sobbed. WHACK!
"YES, MISTRESS!" Roberta cried out, her sobs of pain increasing with
the latest hit.
"And you, Cunt Number One. You don't have such nice big tits, but I'll
bet you can suck good cunt anyway. Tell me, how many times have you sucked
the cunt of Cunt Number Two? I'll bet you do it all the time."
"No, Mistress," Jamie answered.
"No? Well, surely Cunt Number Two must lick your cunt all the time,
yes?"
"No, Mistress."
"Oh, I can't believe it. And I thought you were friends. Wait a minute
-- Cunt Number One, have you ever licked another girl's cunt?"
Jamie also was crying again, not from the pain, which had begun to
recede just a bit, but from the humiliating questions. "No, Mistress."
"No Mistress what?" Aleisha demanded menacingly.
"No, I've never -- sucked another girl's cunt," Jamie answered in a
whisper.
"Oh, that's too bad. How about you, Cunt Number Two? Have you ever
sucked another girl's cunt?"
"No, Mistress, I have never -- sucked another girl's cunt," Roberta
answered, also sobbing with shame and humiliation.
"Well, this is your lucky day, then!" beamed Aleisha, with false good
fellowship. "You will suck my cunt, won't you Cunt Number One?" Jamie could
not speak, struck dumb with shock and humiliation.
WHACK! Scream!
"Cunt Number One, you must learn to answer your mistress immediately
when she asks you a question. Now, you will suck my cunt, won't you?"
Jamie was sobbing loudly again, the fire in her abused rear end adding
to the degradation that she was being subjected to. Through her sobs,
despite her fear and the urgency of avoiding more of the vicious paddling,
she barely choked out the words: "Yes, Mistress. I will suck your cunt."
"Good, good! I have a big, juicy, horny cunt, and it needs lots of good
licking by pathetic young cunts like yourself to make me cum. Tell me again,
Cunt Number Two -- you said you will be happy to suck my cunt, right?"
"Yes, Mistress." This also through tears of humiliation.
"Say it, bitch. Say it all!"
"Yes, Mistress, I will be happy to suck your cunt."
"Lick my cunt and make be cum buckets of girl cum juice that you will
eagerly swallow, right?"
"Yes, Mistress. Make you cum and swallow your girl juice." Poor
Roberta's short term memory was not working at peak levels just that moment,
causing her to fail to repeat the exact phrasing. Fortunately for her,
Aleisha was getting excited, and did not notice.
"That is very good. Cunt Number One, you will make me cum and swallow
my girl cream also, won't you?"
"Yes, Mistress, I will make you cum and swallow your girl cream." Jamie
was crying softly as she said the obscene words.
The two girls were reeling now from the combined physical and
psychological assault. Despite the cocky "bad girl" attitudes that had led
them into the monumental mistake of "fucking with" Mike, both were actually
the spoiled, protected daughters of upper middle class families, and had not
only never engaged in lesbian sex, but were actually quite inexperienced in
heterosexual sex also, although neither was a virgin. They truly were
insensitive young "prick teasers" though, using their good looks to
manipulate boys their age, and titillate older men, but rarely following
through by "putting out."
Roberta was almost in a state of shock at the pain and humiliation, and
had almost lost the ability to form coherent thoughts at the moment, other
'please don't hit me anymore," and "please stop asking me those questions."
As the stronger of the two, Jamie's mind was still processing information,
and none of it was good from her point of view.
She was vaguely aware of the S&M "subculture," and that it mostly
involved games between consenting adults. Finding herself as a participant
in something that felt a lot more like the real thing than a game was like a
bad nightmare come true. She had made her choice, though, and while that
whip was unbelievably painful she also recognized that what Susan had said
at the outset was true so far: She was not being physically damaged in any
way.
Also, like every member of her generation, Jamie was well aware of and
accepted the presence of individuals of both sexes who practiced
homosexuality. Indeed, one of her and Roberta's little "prick teasing" games
was to pat each other's asses and even give chaste little kisses to each
other lips when socializing with boys in their usual groups. But it was all
play-acting. Neither girl had ever contemplated actually performing a
lesbian sex act herself. Jamie realized that this was about to change, and,
again notwithstanding the fact that she had volunteered for this, she found
her mind reeling at the prospect.
Susan had sat quietly on the couch throughout these events, and was
feeling a little bit nauseous at the twin whippings -- physical and
psychological. She felt ashamed at the fact that she had also become aroused
by the spectacle, but she couldn't deny it. There was not a cruel bone her
body, but that didn't prevent her from having fantasies about the things she
might do if that were not the case.
She tried to reassure herself with the knowledge that it was really a
favor to the girls to substitute this punishment for the genuine physical
damage, possibly even death, that might have been dished out by the vengeful
gang leader. And of course they had chosen to be here, even after she
disclosed that this would include the very treatment they were now
receiving. That knowledge was relatively abstract, however, compared to the
immediacy of what was happening now, here in the place where Susan usually
initiated gentle and tender lesbian seductions of sweet young women -
undertakings far different from the proceedings now underway.
Aleisha had almost completed this phase of "the treatment." She had one
final message.
"I am offended by those tattoos, Cunt Number One and Cunt Number Two.
Offending me requires additional punishment." The girls cringed. WHACK!
WHACK! The teenagers screamed as Aleisha laid one final blow on each tender
ass, placing them precisely onto the "heart" tattoos. "You will not offend
me again," she announced in a tone that brooked not disagreement. Not that
either girl even could conceive of doing anything to displease their cruel
Mistress at this point!
She left the two girls standing in their vulnerable position, their red
and naked butts exposed to her and Susan, and came over to join her friend
on the couch.
"Hey, Susan, have you seen that latest Quentin Tarantino film? His
'Pulp Fiction' is one of my all time favorites"
Susan's first thought at this was a wry "It would be," but mostly she
was stunned at this irrelevancy as Aleisha went on to explain the plot of
the latest violent, blood-soaked and stylish epic. The woman spoke casually,
as if they were having lunch at one of their favorite restaurants, rather
than sitting together naked, looking at the handiwork of Aleisha's
relentless physical and emotional abuse: The heart-wrenching pain and shame
of two young girls ruthlessly subjected to torture and humiliation.
Of course, Susan realized that apparent casualness was part of the
"treatment," but she could barely get the expected "yeahs" and "uh-huhs" out
of her mouth at the appropriate moments. Eventually Aleisha ran out of steam
talking about the movie, and turned her attention back to the two woebegone
teenagers, bent over with their raw, red buttocks exposed to the two older
women.
"Cunt Number One, pull up your pants and come over here. Now!" Aleisha
was back into the "game," although she had never left it, really, since the
callous conversational sidetrack was part of an overall strategy to
humiliate the younger girls by demonstrating how insignificant they were and
how little their pain and suffering meant to the dominant dyke. Jamie
quickly complied, straightening up, pulling up her jeans, turning around,
and approaching the two nude women watching from the couch. She stopped
about three feet away, still sniffling a little bit, and with trepidation
awaited further orders.
The dominatrix let Jamie wait, her eyes roaming the girl's body from
head to toe and back. Then, Aleisha spread her own legs wide, reached her
hands down to her pussy, and spread its pink lips wide. The woman's sex was
already well lubricated by pre-cum girl juice, the whipping and lewd
humiliation of the two young girls arousing her mightily. Aleisha stroked
her slippery labia up and down with two fingers, dipped the digits into her
oozing vagina, then dragged them north to her clit, massaging it slowly and
deliberately as her "elevator eyes" took in all the parts and pieces of the
fully clothed younger woman.
"Look closely, Cunt Number One, this is the cunt you will soon be
licking and making to cum." Aleisha played more with herself a bit more, and
then raised her hands to her tits, cupping them, lifting them toward the
girl. "And I am looking forward to getting a good titsucking from you too.
You will enjoy that, won't you, Cunt Number Two."
"Yes, Mistress," Jamie answered, eager to avoid giving her tormentor
any cause to once again lay on the whip.
"My friend likes a good cunt-licking, too. You will enjoy licking her
cunt, also, won't you Cunt Number One?" By prior arrangement, Susan took
this as her cue and also spread her legs, reaching down with one hand and
spreading her own pussy lips, too.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Ask my friend if you may lick her cunt, too. You may call her 'Miss'."
"May I lick your cunt, Miss?" Jamie said, her face turning bright red
as she was forced to speak the words in this new embellishment to the
humiliation routine. Susan just nodded, unable to bring herself to say
anything. She worked hard to avoid pouring sympathy into the look she gave
the girl, and instead tried to at least maintain a neutral expression.
"Good," Aleisha said. "Now, take off your clothes, Cunt Number One."
Jamie hesitated for just a single heartbeat, and then began to comply.
She drew the tight tee shirt over her head and dropped in on the floor,
leaving her clad from the waist up in just a wiry strapless bra. Next she
undid the top button of her jeans, unzipped, and began working them over her
hips, sliding the garment down an attractive pair of legs.
Susan and Aleisha watched closely, enjoying every embarrassed
hesitation and wriggle. Susan had had to steel herself during the brutal
whipping, and even during the verbal humiliation of the two teens. However,
the forced stripping was not that distant from to her usual sexual
adventures, which revolved around seductions. While lacking Aleisha's
cruelty, Susan DID enjoy and find highly arousing the embarrassment of a
young girl removing her clothing before the devouring eyes of a somewhat
predatory lesbian just itching to get her hands on that tender young body.
Now down to just bra and panties, the girl paused, aware that the next
step would expose her womanly charms to the frightening dominatrix and her
silent companion. Thoroughly cowed by her brutal whipping at the hands of
her frightening "Mistress," she did not hesitate for long, though. She
reached behind her back and released the catch of the strapless bra, which
fell away, revealing a very nicely shaped pair of medium breasts, about a
B-cup size.
These were tipped with dainty little pink nipples that made Susan's
mouth water. With just the briefest hesitation, Jamie reached down to the
waistband of her panties and tugged them over her ass and hips, letting the
garment fall to the floor, and lifting her feet clear.
The girl's chestnut-colored pubic hair had been trimmed into a "heart"
shape, an affectation that Susan had no use for, and which she assumed was
part of the "prick teaser" routine she and her companion had adopted. The
girl held her legs tightly together, so only the outer surface of her vulva
was visible, essentially just a crack down the center of her pubis.
"Not bad, Cunt Number One," announced Aleisha. "I'll inspect you more
thoroughly, in a minute, but first . . . Cunt Number Two! Pull your pants up
and come over here." Like her friend, Roberta responded with alacrity, and
in just a moment was standing next to her fully naked cohort, in front of
the two naked women seated on the couch.
"Alright. Cunt Number One, I want you to undress Cunt Number Two." Both
girls looked surprised and confused for a brief moment, the order not
exactly what they had expected.. They looked at each other, and when their
eyes met both quickly looked down in shame. Jamie's fear exceeded her shame,
though, and she turned to face Roberta directly, awkwardly reaching down to
the bottom of the taller girl's tee shirt and tugging it upward. Roberta's
face turned bright red and her eyes remained downcast as she raised her arms
over her head, allowing the other to remove her top.
Roberta's much larger breasts were contained by a bra that was an exact
twin of the one Jamie had worn, but it did a much less effective job of
supporting her heavy tits. Going for the simplest task next, Jamie reached
behind her companion's back and unclasped the brassiere, lifting it away
from the much more generously endowed teen.
This revealed a truly magnificent pair of breasts, D-cup size, but with
all the firmness and resiliency of youth. Susan was delighted with the view,
and with the extra embarrassment Aleisha had generated by forcing the one
girl to strip the other. Yes, the wanton cruelty had shocked her, but THIS
she enjoyed!
Jamie resumed her progress, unfastening the jeans, unzipping them, and
then having to bend over to slide them over the voluptuous Roberta's
generous hips and ass. She had to bend further to pull them down the girl's
legs, causing her own tits to swing away from her chest enticingly, and her
narrower, more athletic ass to briefly point skyward.
Then she was erect again, and sliding a pair of silky, translucent
panties over her friend's bush. The garment got hung up on the nicely
rounded ass cheeks, and Jamie had to reach a hand behind to help slide it
over the sweet bum.
And then, both teenagers were naked, standing side-by-side, facing two
beautiful, all-but-drooling lesbians, who were also naked. Both Susan and
Aleisha let their eyes roam over the exposed adolescents' beautiful bodies,
drinking in the sight with frank and unhidden lust. The only downside, from
Susan's point of view, was that Roberta also had that silly "heart" shaped
pubic patch.
Aleisha now resumed the "treatment." "Cunt Number Two, you have nice
big tits, which I look forward to having you rub against my soaking cunt.
Now I will 'inspect' you. Cunt Number One -- go get that stool and carry it
over here." Aleisha indicated a padded bar stool with backrest that was off
to the side of the room. Jamie obeyed, and did so again when Aleisha gave
more specific orders about exactly where she wanted it.
"Cunt Number Two, sit on the stool and spread your legs. Cunt Number
One, stand right here," Aleisha indicated a place just to her side and right
in front of the couch. "Now, take Cunt Number Two's lower leg and lift it
into the air. Cunt Number Two, you lean back" To Susan she said, "Would you
please take Cunt Number Two's other leg and hold it up? Thank you, dear."
Roberta was now completely spread-eagled on the stool, her pussy fully
exposed, just inches from Aleisha's face. Aleisha reached behind her and
brought forth a latex surgeon's glove that had been lying on the couch. With
a great show of snapping and tugging she pulled it onto her right hand.
Then she leaned forward and peered closely into the humiliated girl's
private parts. She reached both hands forward, and spread Roberta's outer
labia, and then prodded lightly at her clit and inner lips. Next, she
extended two fingers of the latex covered hand, and slid them slowly and
deeply into the teenager's vagina.
Tears were running silently down Roberta's pretty face as she suffered
this further humiliation. Aleisha plumbed her channel deeply and thoroughly,
pushing the tender cuntflesh first to one side, then the other, and then
used her fingertips to poke and prod deep within the cavity. The woman stood
up at one point, her legs spread to either side of the bar stool, so that
she could seek out the teen's "G-spot" with her fingers from a more
favorable angle. The "inspection" resembled a medical examination far more
that anything sexual, an impression enhanced by the latex glove.
Finally it was over, and Aleisha ordered the crying girl to stand. She
gave Jamie a look that could mean only "Your turn," and with a look of pure
horror, the smaller girl took her position on the stool as ordered. Aleisha
directed Roberta to carry out the leg-spreading task, Susan did the same on
her side, and the same humiliating "inspection" was repeated.
"Very nice," Aleisha concluded when she had finished plumbing the
depths of Jamie's vagina. "I like to get a good look at the girls who are
going to lick my cunt very soon. Cunt Number One, remove the stool, please.
I wish to examine Cunt Number Two's tits now." Aleisha stood and placed her
hands on Roberta's lovely breasts.
The girl had recovered somewhat from the degrading vaginal
"inspection," but now had to endure some rough handling of her sensitive
boobs. Aleisha was not gentle as she "played." She squeezed each tit very
firmly, slapped their sides smartly, twisted each nipple painfully enough to
bring another tear to Roberta's eyes, and then bounced the globes almost
violently.
The treatment wasn't unreasonably sadistic, though. The nipple-pinching
was a degree rougher that what a lover might perform in a fit of passion,
but nothing comparable to the brutal whipping of the girl's buttocks.
Aleisha repeated these actions on Jamie's less well endowed chest, the
"bouncing action" less violent due to the smaller size.
"Now, both of you 'assume the position' once again against the massage
table." The girls looked terrified, expecting another whipping.
"Please Mistress, no - " Jamie began. WHAP! Aleisha had quickly picked
up her whip and delivered a blow across the front of the girl's thighs.
Jamie gasped at the pain.
"Cunt Number One, you will speak only when spoken to, and you will obey
my orders without question or hesitation! Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now, turn around, bend over, and place your hands on the table. I want
both of you to spread your legs. Slide your feet back further so you are
leaning more on your hands. That's right."
Aleisha paused to return to the couch, where she retrieved another
surgeon's glove, and a tube of lubricating jelly. She had removed the first
glove for her breast "inspection."
"Now I will inspect your assholes, Cunt Number One and Cunt Number Two.
If you resist, it will be very painful. So don't."
Aleisha repeated the theatrical glove pulling-on routine, and then
placed the open mouth of the tube of lubricant against Roberta's anus and
squeezed out a dollop. The girl's sphincter puckered tightly in reaction and
fear. Aleisha smeared some of the jelly around the orifice, poked some into
the threshold of the opening, and then without further preliminaries, she
shoved a latex-covered index finger deeply up Roberta's asshole.
The girl gasped and moaned with discomfort. Aleisha buried the finger
to its base, and then spent a full minute sodomizing the teenager, sliding
the digit in-and-out. Finally she withdrew her finger, and wiped on the
girl's still-red ass cheek. Aleisha squeezed each cheek a few times, and
then was ready to move on to Jamie. Once again, Roberta was crying softly at
her this violation.
Aleisha repeated this performance on the smaller girl, first
lubricating the opening of the anus, then driving a finger deep within, and
working it in-and-out. By the time she finished sodomizing Jamie, she too
was sniffling in shame and discomfort.
"Nice tight assholes, cunts. Maybe you would like me to fuck them with
my strap on dildo, eh?" Susan watched the girls tense at the prospect.
Aleisha did not follow this threat up with any specifics, but gave another
order. "Alright, both cunts -- into the shower stall. I want you to lie on
the floor, side-by-side, on your backs." Their faces wet with tears, the two
girls hurried to obey.
Susan's shower stall was huge, enclosed in clear glass, equipped with
omni-directional jets on the sides, and several standard overhead sprays. It
was more than large enough for the girls to lie full length on their backs.
Both did so in trepidation, having no idea of what this new bizarre
arrangement portended, except that it would probably bring more humiliation.
They did not know how right they were.
Aleisha let them wait. She took a seat next to Susan on the couch, and
spent a couple minutes removing the high-heeled leather boots. When this was
done, she leaned forward to give her naked friend a little hug, and
whispered to her.
"Thank you, Susan, for making this possible for me. I know this all
makes you uncomfortable, and I'm sorry for that. I also know I am a sick
weirdo, but I can't help it, please don't hold that against me, I know you
won't. But this is the most exciting thing I have ever done! I love it!" She
concluded by giving her friend a little peck on the cheek, and a pat on her
hand.
Susan did not hold Aleisha's proclivities against her. She understood
that, in a curious and seemingly paradoxical way, Aleisha really had a good
heart, and could be very sweet. Her sex drive just happened to be
cross-wired with a streak of sadism. That said, except for this very unusual
situation where the calculated cruelty was really doing the young girls a
"favor" by preserving them from a much worse fate, Aleisha would never
combine her fetish with an act of real coercion. Her usual partners had been
and would be all voluntary, which did not mean that she did not have
fantasies than included coercion, or that she relished this opportunity to
"do it for real" any less.
Aleisha rose and approached the shower stall. She entered, and placed
one long leg on either side of the two prone teenagers, standing astride
them with her legs spread. "Now, I need to take a piss, and this looks like
a good place to do it. Besides, I think you need a shower, cunts. By the
way, unless you want another taste of the whip, leave your hands at your
sides while I piss on your faces."
Aleisha did not perform the disgusting act immediately, though. She
stood there for a minute, looking down on the two girls, savoring their
shame and revulsion as they awaited the humiliating degradation. Both girls'
minds were reeling: the proposed act was so far outside of any frame of
reference familiar to them, and in many ways exceeded the already lengthy
train of previously unimaginable humiliations.
Finally, the yellow stream poured forth, drenching the shocked girls'
pristine young bodies. In preparation for this Aleisha had quickly chugged
down a full quart of water when Susan had gone to let the van into the
garage, and now she really had to pee badly. As a result she had plenty of
"ammunition," and she covered both girls from head to foot in warm piss.
When the flow started it fell on the teen's chests, but Aleisha
shuffled and bent forward a few inches and let them have it in the face. The
girl's squeezed their eyes shut, grimaced and twisted their heads from
side-to-side, but obeyed orders and did not raise their arms to protect
themselves. Aleisha shuffled backward and sprayed their breasts, stomachs,
pussies and thighs.
The degrading act continued for the longest time -- Aleisha really had
to go bad. Toward the end the warm yellow stream stopped, but then resumed
in a series of squirts, each of less duration than the previous one, and
finally it was over. Aleisha looked down at her handiwork and smiled.
"Open you eyes, cunts. Look up -- this is the cunt that you will soon
be licking, and it is an all-purpose cunt that also gives you showers!" She
spread herself widely, moving from side to side sinuously and provocatively
to show off her sex to the young girls.
Then Aleisha gingerly removed herself from her position astride the two
recumbent females, and carefully avoiding the puddle of piss in which they
now lay, stepped out of the shower stall. She went over to the unfilled
regular bath tub, stepped in and used a flex hose spray nozzle to rinse her
legs and genital area, which had all been spattered by the flowing piss.
Then taking a towel and drying herself as she walked, Aleisha returned to
the couch with her friend.
Susan was almost as shocked and disgusted by what she had just
witnessed as the young girls, even though she had known what was coming.
Part of her disgust was at herself, because she could not help but the find
the degrading act arousing. Once again, the punishment of these two girls
was generating a confusing mixture of aversion and excitement for Susan.
She did enjoy domination fantasies, but lacked the viciousness to ever
act on them. She was not at all into scatology, "yellow showers" and related
perversions, but as an element in a domination play the act had turned her
on nevertheless.
Aleisha looked down at the girls lying in a cooling puddle of piss for
a moment, saying nothing. Leaving the girls in this position was of course
part of the "treatment." Finally, it was time to move on. Aleisha rose and
went back to the shower.
"OK, cunts, ready for another 'shower'?" she asked. They winced, and
she laughed. Then she reached in and operated the complicated faucet system,
turning on warm water from two overhead showerheads.
"Now, you cunts will scrub yourselves from head to foot, but you will
remain lying down while you do so. You may turn over on your belly as
required, but you will not stand, sit, or kneel. You will scrub your pussies
and assholes especially thoroughly, because my friend and I will soon be
sticking our tongues in there, and I know she likes the cunts she sucks
nicely scrubbed. You will reach fingers into each orifice to make sure. I
will be watching, so don't try to take shortcuts. Proceed!"
Aleisha had dropped a plastic bottle of liquid soap onto the shower
floor, and then stood back to watch. Susan walked over to join her, and
Aleisha put an arm around her friend.
It was quite a show, and once again, part of the girls' humiliation.
While the water poured down they had to squirm around on their backs and
bellies, humping their asses up to wash their backsides, lying on their
backs and raising their legs to wash their feet and lower legs, turning over
to soap up taut teen asses and poke fingers into tender assholes, lying on
their stomachs under the spray while reaching fingers into delicate pink
pussies to thoroughly rinse them. Finally they were done, and looked up to
Aleisha through the spray for further orders.
"Alright, cunts, I give you permission to stand and wash your hair, and
rinse off." They did so, when finished Aleisha was about to reach in and
turn off the water, but Susan stopped her.
"Wait a minute. Those ridiculous 'heart' shaped pubic hair trim jobs --
they've got to go." Susan held up a razor and pair of scissors as she said
this to Aleisha, who laughed jovially.
"Oh, very good. Make their cunts nice and bare and smooth, like little
girl cunts. I like that." Aleisha looked at Susan inquiringly, asking with
her eyes how to proceed.
Susan nodded and said, "I'll do it. You - " She pointed at Jamie,
unable to bring herself to use the obscene "Cunt Number One" label, but also
not wanting to interfere with Aleisha's program of humiliation by using the
girl's real name. "Step out of the water stream, and soap up your pubic hair
and genitals. Don't rinse, and stand by the shower door where I can reach
you."
The girl did so, and Susan knelt on the floor outside the shower door,
her face just inches from the beautiful chestnut-colored pubic hairs. She
thought it a shame that the lovely colored hair had to go, but the
"landscaped" bush was just too silly. And, she also enjoyed shaved-bare
pussies, so there was some compensation. Deciding that the scissors would
not be needed, she carefully applied the disposable safety razor, gently
removing the hair not just from the pubic mount, but from the entire genital
region. When this was completed she motioned Roberta into place, upon whom
Susan repeated the "haircut."
When both girls had thoroughly rinsed Susan handed each one of the
oversized white towels the bathroom suite was well supplied with, and they
dried off. Susan tossed the towels into a bin, and then led the girls to a
large mirror and vanity, directing each to dry and brush out their hair,
providing blow dryers and brushes for the purpose.
Finally all the required grooming was complete, and two freshly
scrubbed naked teenagers -- with close-shaven pussies - stood awaiting the
next stage in their humiliation.
"Now, my friend and I will take you to bed where we will fuck you. You
will lick our pussies, and if you are very good and very lucky, you might
even have your cunts licked by your talented Mistress and her beautiful
friend. Cunt Number One, tell me you can't wait to have a lesbian orgy with
me."
"Mistress, I can't wait to have a lesbian orgy with you," Jamie
repeated.
"Cunt Number Two, get down on your knees and beg me to let you suck my
cunt."
Her face flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment, Roberta
dropped to her knees and haltingly spoke the humiliating words: "Please,
Mistress, I beg you to let me suck your cunt."
"That's what I thought," said Aleisha. "You are both just dying to suck
my cunt. Well, I won't make you wait any longer. Come!"
Roberta and Jamie taste cunt -- and are tasted
Aleisha led the way through a door that connected the huge bathroom
suite to an equally luxurious bedroom. Like everything else in the house,
Susan had designed the room with special features that catered to her exotic
and illicit sexual tastes. Prime among these was a massive bed, half again
larger in every dimension as the standard king size model. The bed was set
in an alcove, surrounded on three sides by fully mirrored walls, which
provided a 270 degree visual feast to the participants when the bed was
being used for its intended purpose.
That purpose was sex. Raw, wet, lesbian sex. Oceans-of-cum-producing
Sapphic sex that usually revolved around Susan Smith, and fresh, innocent,
nubile adolescent girls somewhat younger than the two now being led onto the
threshold of their first cunt-licking, tit-sucking lesbian sex experience.
Unlike Roberta and Jamie, Susan's usual guests - while naturally quite
nervous at the prospect of activities suggested by the big bed - had not
been brutalized. Just the opposite, in fact. They were young women looking
for some adventure. By this point they were usually panting with eagerness.
Roberta and Jamie were getting a very different introduction to
lesbianism. It was not one that Susan would ever choose to give, but this
was not Susan's show. She tried again to reassure herself that she was
actually doing the girls a favor by removing them from the vicious drug
dealer's power, thereby protecting them from very real physical danger.
The psychological danger they were currently threatened with made her
uncomfortable nevertheless, but there was nothing she could do about that.
The young girls had put themselves into this position by their own actions,
so would just have to pay the piper. Susan hoped that their actual
experience of the pleasures of lesbian sex might soften the impact somewhat.
She looked forward to contributing her efforts to making that happen.
The bed was covered with just a white sheet, and number of pillows and
cushions were scattered around it. Aleisha climbed right up, crawling across
the expansive surface to one of the walls, where she arranged some of the
cushions into a comfortable backrest for her and Susan, and laid back. Susan
joined her, again by prior arrangement. Aleisha put her arm around Susan,
and pulled their naked bodies close together. She turned her head and gave
her friend a brief but passionate kiss on the lips, and then looked down at
the teenagers, who were standing nervously by the foot of the bed.
"Well, come on, get up here," she directed. The girls did, and knelt
unsteadily on the mattress, acutely aware of their own nakedness as the two
naked lesbians gazed lasciviously at their lovely young bodies.
Susan's heart raced a bit at the sight -- both girls were really
knockouts. "Cunt Number Two, come here and kneel between my legs," Aleisha
ordered, spreading one of her long, muscular legs to make room. "Cunt Number
One, the same, between my friend's legs." Susan also spread one of her legs,
the other laying against Aleisha's. Both adolescents obeyed the order,
placing one of them between the knees of each of the lesbians, looking down
from their kneeling positions into the faces of their tormentor and her
mostly passive partner.
"Good, you are becoming better at following your Mistress's orders.
Now, kiss each other on the lips." The girls looked embarrassed, but turned
their heads and gave each other a brief, chaste kiss on the lips.
"No, no, no! That is not right at all. Cunt Number One, have you ever
'made out'?"
Jamie looked confused for a second, but then answered: "Yes, Mistress."
"Made out with passion, your arms around the other person,
French-kissing, moving your hands around the other person's body?"
"Er, yes, Mistress."
"Good. 'Make out' with Cunt Number Two. Both of you, turn sideways and
face each other. My friend and I want to see a show. Press your breasts
together, and your cunts. Do it!"
The two girls looked even more embarrassed now. This was a huge step
beyond their little "prick teaser" kisses. The psychologically stronger
Jamie took the lead -- Aleisha had picked up on which of the girls had more
"moxie," which is why she had asked this one about the 'make out' history.
The chestnut-haired girl turned to her companion, who was looking down,
her face still red with shame. She reached a finger up underneath Roberta's
chin and tilted the girl's head up. Then she reached her arms around the
full-bodied teen's torso, forcing her gently to turn sideways as ordered.
This accomplished, Jamie leaned forward, her breasts pressing into the
other's much larger pair, pulled her close, and placed her lips over
Roberta's.
Roberta remained passive while Jamie began kissing her lips. She spent
a moment sucking on each of the other girl's lips, then did the same while
applying a little tongue. Then she placed her lips squarely against
Roberta's and slipped her some tongue.
Jamie kissed in this way for a minute, then backed off and gave her
cohort a look that said "don't make do all the work!" Roberta was still in a
semi-state of shock, but this quiet interlude and the relief from the bossy
orders of the "Mistress" had given her some respite, and her brain was
beginning to function again, if not quite at full capacity.
She looked back at Jamie with a puzzled expression, trying to figure
out what the other was asking, but unable to connect the dots. Jamie
realized that more direction was required, so she took one of Roberta's
wrists in her hand, and pulled it behind herself, placing it on her own
lower back. She took the other wrist in hand, and repeated the "get with the
program" look.
This time Roberta "got it," and reached around Jamie's back herself.
Jamie again wrapped her own arms around the beautiful blonde, and resumed
her kissing. Roberta became less passive, and responded with some tongue
action of her own.
The two lesbians had watched this byplay with delight. Susan caught her
friend's eye and gave her a little wink. Aleisha grinned back, and reached a
hand over to her friend's vulva, lightly rubbing two fingers up and down the
lips, and slowly massaging the clit region.
The big blonde parted her legs a little further by bending the outside
one at the knee a bit, inviting some attention to her own sex. Susan happily
responded. Both of the lesbians had been highly aroused by the humiliation
and whipping of the two girls -- Aleisha with relish, Susan with a sense of
shame and moral angst -- and now they were becoming even aroused at the
sight of two gorgeous, stripped, teenage girls with their arms around each
other, pressing their naked flesh against the other's, kissing each other
softly. Aleisha and Susan both were ready for some direct stimulation, and
their pussies were already nice and wet.
After a few minutes Susan could tell that Aleisha was ready to move on
to some more explicit action, but her merciful self wanted to give the girls
a bit more respite. Plus, the "show" they were being given was really
beautiful, and erotic. She forestalled immediate action by giving her
friend's pussy a rather sharp squeeze, shooting her a "wait a minute"
expression when Aleisha gave her a sharp look in response.
To compensate, Susan upped the tempo and intensity of her massaging of
Aleisha's cunt, dipping a finger shallowly in-and-out of the woman's vagina
for a bit, then returning to give the clit a more intensive massage. This
did satisfy Aleisha for the moment, but as a side effect it increased her
horniness as well, so that soon she wanted more, and there was no delaying
her.
"That is very lovely, Cunts Number One and Two. Very erotic, too. I am
getting turned on, and I need more." Aleisha was still using the obscene
titles for the girls, but she spoke more gently this time, suggesting that
she was willing to postpone further brutality as long as lesbian sexplay was
under way. This had the subtle psychological effect of creating for the
girls a positive association: The homosexual acts that they dreaded were a
better alternative than the physical and psychological torture that they had
already experienced. In short, lesbian sex beat more beatings.
Not to overstate this, however. Aleisha would be sure to mix some abuse
in with her sexplay. She wasted no time in doing so.
"Cunt Number Two, I want you to lick my cunt now. Lay on your stomach
between my legs and place your mouth over my cunt. Cunt Number One, lay on
your side, and place you head on my friend's lap where you can see. I want
you to watch closely, so you can learn how for when it's your turn."
Roberta looked like she was about to panic. She looked to the other two
females for a possible out, but found no relief there. Susan remained
totally passive, although her heart was aching at the girl's discomfort.
Jamie made a little shrug, and gave Roberta a look that said, "You made your
choice."
Finding no escape, the voluptuous blonde haltingly assumed the position
between Aleisha's legs. Finally she was poised with her face inches from
Aleisha's surprisingly delicate pink slit, crowned by a triangle of downy
white-blonde hair that matched that on her head.
The teen's shame only stimulated Aleisha more, and she relished the
moment: A quivering young teenager about to take her first taste of lesbian
cunt.
"Very well, Cunt Number Two: Lick it."
Roberta froze for a moment, then grimaced, and ever so slowly stuck out
her tongue and gingerly applied the tip to Aleisha's labia majora, touching
the lips with just the tip of the organ, as if she were daintily licking an
ice-cream cone and trying to avoid touching it with her lips. Despite her
tentativeness, or maybe because of it, the first taste of pussy, that tangy,
musky, even vaguely uriney brew, almost gagged the girl. She had to summon
up all her will power to continue the dainty flicking, which went on for
about 30 seconds more, and then Aleisha burst out laughing.
"Oh, really, Cunt Number Two, you will have to do much better than
that! Back off for a second. Cunt Number Two, I know you have never licked
pussy, which is a shame. Have you ever been fucked by a man?"
Roberta looked confused by the unexpected question, then embarrassed,
but finally answered, "Yes, Mistress."
"That is disgusting," said Aleisha, the confirmed lesbian. "How many
men have fucked you?" Roberta looked confused again, and said nothing. "Come
on -- have 100 men fucked you?"
"No, Mistress."
"Ten?"
"No, Mistress."
"How many then?"
Narrowing the range of numbers had made things easier for Roberta, who
answered, "Four, Mistress."
"That IS disgusting, but that is neither here-nor-there. Now, did any
of these creatures lick your cunt?"
Roberta's face turned bright red with embarrassment now, and she
answered, "Um, two of them, Mistress."
"Did you like it?"
The girl's embarrassment increased even more. "Ye- yes, Mistress."
"Has your cunt been licked just two times, or more than that?"
"More, Mistress."
"Good. Then you have some experience at the receiving end, at least,
and you probably know what you like, right?"
Yet more embarrassment still, and the response was barely audible:
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tell me: Did these -- people -- lick your cunt the way you just licked
mine?"
"No, Mistress."
"Then why did you lick my cunt the way you did?" The girl was silent.
"Cunt Number Two, I want you to apologize for licking my cunt the way you
did."
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Tell me you will try harder in about 30 seconds when you start licking
for real. Say, 'I'll try harder."
"I'll try harder, Mistress." Again, the girl's response was barely
audible.
"Good, Cunt Number Two. Now, I want you to lick my cunt the same way
that you liked your cunt being licked. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Now -- Suck my cunt!"
Notwithstanding the obscene order, and even though now she would now be
diving in in earnest, this time it was easier for Roberta to place her mouth
on the woman's dripping vulva, having "broken the ice" with her first
delicate, dainty licks. So she leaned her head forward and proceeded to
perform a completely amateurish but at least genuine act of cunnilingus on
Aleisha.
After a few more tentative licks to "get oriented," she proceeded to
suck the clit and the surrounding cuntflesh into her mouth and lick it
vigorously with her tongue. Then she added heavy-suction and light-suction
in rapid succession, pulling the sensitive flesh in and out of her mouth.
"Oooo -- very good, dear. That's more like it," exclaimed Aleisha.
Susan noted the "dear," and remembered that there were many sides to her
friend. In addition to cruel and even vicious dominatrix, Aleisha could be a
sweet and gentle lover, who soaked up physical stimulation with genuine
gratitude. Unconsciously, she had slipped into this mode as a result of the
young girl's pussy licking. Yes, this effort was amateurish in the extreme,
but it was hard to go wrong with the technique she had initiated!
In addition, Aleisha was highly aroused by the experience of having her
pussy licked by a tender young teen forced to perform a lesbian sex act for
the first time. The technical quality of the performance was a decidedly
secondary consideration when so many of the dyke's psychological buttons
were being pushed. Aleisha actually began to pant in excitement, but then
took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
Susan too was highly excited by the scene. While she did not share the
physical "S&M" thing with Aleisha, she was into dominance in a much less
overtly physical way, and was equally turned on by young girls having
lesbian sex for the first time. Usually she was the instigator and
beneficiary of such debuts, but being an observer and seeing the excitement
of her friend had Susan wanting some, too!
Aleisha let the girl lick and suck her pussy for about ten minutes, and
then reached down to lift her head away. Roberta looked up with an
expression that was partly fear and "What now?," and partly that of a
student hoping for the teacher's approval of an assignment. Aleisha gave her
the latter.
"Much better, Cunt Number Two. With proper training you will make a
fine cunt licker. I have many things to show you in that department, but for
now, it is time for Cunt Number One to have a turn. And, I think my friend
would like to feel your lips on her cunt, also. Why don't you girls trade
places, and we will resume."
Jamie and Roberta did so, and now it was Jamie's turn to experience her
first taste of another woman's cunt. Given the girl's stronger mental
constitution, and the fact that the trail now had been broken by her more
timid companion, Susan did not expect any drama this time. She did want to
watch closely as the other teen experienced her first taste of pussy,
though, so when Roberta prepared to go right down on her as ordered, Susan
halted the girl, and indicated she should also watch.
Jamie did not disappoint Susan's expectation, and went right to work on
her Slavic Mistress's pink cunt. She repeated Roberta's sucking of the clit
action, and added a few tricks of her own, including nibbling Aleisha's
labia with her teeth, poking her tongue into the woman's vaginal passage,
and just plain vigorous slavering with her tongue up and down Aleisha's
clit.
Aleisha was loving it, for all the same reasons that she had with the
first girl. She allowed her excitement to build without check this time, and
after about ten minutes of more amateurish cunnilingus from her second
"virgin" to lesbian sex in the last half hour, Aleisha was panting and
almost gasping with arousal.
She was getting very near to orgasm. Susan wanted to watch that, too,
so she continued to hold off Roberta's pending attention to her own sex.
Notwithstanding Roberta's unease with the forced homosexual sex, few
individuals of either sex do not find it fascinating and even arousing to
watch a woman approach her climax, even if the watcher is a female who is
not herself a lesbian.
The climax came with a satisfying amount of drama for the watchers.
Aleisha tensed, shuddered softly, emitted a musical "OHHHHhhhh," and
delivered an extra helping of female passion juice onto Jamie's already
soaked face. She then lay back and smiled. The dominatrix noticed that Susan
had not yet been "serviced," and gave her a "don't wait on me" look.
Susan was ready -- watching Aleisha cum had driven her arousal to a new
peak, and she need to cum herself. Plus, she was also eager to feel the lips
of an almost-virgin lesbian on her sex. "Almost" virgin because Aleisha had
enjoyed the pleasure of "popping the girl's cherry" in terms of being the
first to experience the teen's tongue in her twat.
So Susan indicated that Roberta should proceed, which she did without
hesitation, her initial shock and revulsion at the act of placing her mouth
on another woman's sex having worn off after performing it once already.
Plus, she felt the first twinges of arousal herself, ignited by watching her
tormentor experience orgasm. She did not even realize this yet herself, but
she fell-to on Susan's pussy with, if not quite eagerness, at least a lack
of reluctance.
It did not matter to Susan that hers was not the first pussy the girl
had tasted -- she had been with Aleisha in spirit from the moment that
Roberta lowered her mouth to her friend's sex. Susan realized that this was
analogous to her experience of seducing younger or more timid classmates
back in high school, who then became her regular lovers.
Much of the excitement she experienced then came from breaking down the
resistance of a shocked adolescent female to the point where she was
reluctantly willing to perform the obscene homosexual act, then savoring the
other's embarrassment as the trembling teen placed her mouth on another
woman's cunt -- Susan Smith's cunt, to be precise -- for the first time.
Even though there could only be one "first time" for any woman, Susan found
that all subsequent sex sessions with a particular girl were colored by the
fact that she had been her first, so, thankfully, the thrill never
completely went away.
Aleisha had been this girl's first, but Susan felt the same way anyway.
So an electric thrill of excitement went through her when Roberta's mouth
first covered her pussy, and the girl began to suck her clit using the same
technique she had with Roberta. Susan knew she wouldn't last long, and she
wanted this to be good. She decided to give some instructions to the girl.
"Roberta -- place two fingers in my vagina, please. You don't have to
stroke them while you lick, I just like the sensation of fingers inside me."
The girl obeyed, and continued to suck. She did alternate this with the
slavering-tongue-over-clit action that she had observed Jamie perform. Susan
gave another instruction:
"Do that, but sideways, and with the bottom of your tongue." Again the
girl complied, and Susan gasped. "Oh, lovely. Now . . . " Her words were
interrupted by a sharp inhalation. ". . . don't do just that, it's too
intense, but alternate with the other action."
The girl complied, and after about five minutes of this Susan felt
herself getting very close to the edge. "Just a little bit more!" she
thought. She placed her hands on Roberta's head, pulling teen's face more
tightly into her cunt. Roberta had to struggle to get breaths as a result,
and that excited Susan even more, to the point where she fell off that cliff
of pleasure, and was rocked by a tremendous orgasm.
Her body shuddered in a series of spasms that passed through it like
waves. She gasped and moaned, and a torrent of cum juice poured from her
cunt, drenching the teenager's face, and making it even more difficult for
her to get a breath. Roberta was forced to swallow some of the juice, which
almost gagged her, but then it was over, and Susan collapsed as she always
did after an orgasm, into a bowl of human jello.
After a few minutes Susan began to recover, and she was anxious to see
what Aleisha had next on the agenda. They had discussed and planned many of
the events that had already taken place, but from this point would be
winging it. If it were up to Susan, and if this was one of her usual
girl-girl trysts with underage teenagers, the rest of the session would
exclusively involve exploring the pleasures of lesbian sex. It was not up to
her, though, and Mike had warned her about him picking up the two teens and
finding them with dreamy looks on their faces, so Susan had to go along with
whatever new cruelties Aleisha came up with.
Aleisha had more in that line on tap, but wasn't prepared to pour on it
just yet. She wanted to lick some tender teen twat first, and she knew that
Susan was probably wanting the same, now that she had recovered from her
orgasm.
"Well, Cunts One and Two, you have both done very well so far at pussy
licking. Amateurish, yes -- so much so that I am almost embarrassed to have
cum, given such unskilled licking -- but obviously adequate for the object
at hand, which is to give your lesbian Mistress and her friend sexual
pleasure.
"Now I feel like licking some cunt myself. Your cunts, to be precise.
Do not be misled -- you are here to be punished, and there will be more pain
to come -- but one good suck deserves another, so today is your lucky day.
You will each have your cunts sucked by mouths much more skillful than your
own. So, lay back and spread your legs!"
Once again, the two teens were highly embarrassed by this kind of
explicit speech, and at having to expose themselves in such blatant fashion
to the lecherous lesbians. Plus, they were frightened to death by the
reminder of more "punishment," all the more ominous for the lack of
specificity in the announcement.
But both obeyed the order to expose their tender young pudendae, their
faces again red with shame. However, notwithstanding all that,
psychologically the adolescents were in a much better place that they had
been just a few minutes before, although they were not explicitly aware of
it. This change was due to the fact that they had both experienced the sense
of power that comes from bringing another woman to orgasm.
Aleisha was aware of this, and knew she would have to take action to
get back on the punishment track later, but right now she just wanted to
lick some pussy. Which she and Susan both did. They began with Susan licking
Jamie, and Aleisha having her way with the voluptuous Roberta. Actually,
Aleisha did not get right down to pussy licking, but spent a few minutes
sucking the girl's nipples and playing with her large breasts. But then she
crawled right between the teenager's legs, without any languorous kissing
her way sensuously across the belly and mound, and dove right in to the
teen's sex.
Aleisha was a good pussy licker. At the tender age of 18 she had
learned from the best -- Susan. Aleisha had been among the first virgins to
lesbian sex that Susan had entertained in this home as part of her chosen
sexual lifestyle. From the moment she had been informed of what Susan had
planned for her and Melanie, the other young woman participating in that
tryst, Aleisha felt like she had won the lottery. Susan realized this, so
their side of the three-way tryst had been more in the way of a "tutorial"
and a "welcome to the club" experience.
Aleisha had participated in several of the "reunions" that Susan held a
couple times a year for her "alumni" -- all-out lesbian orgies involving the
older woman and four or five horny girls -- and relished the experience. The
pair stayed in touch even when Aleisha had gone off to college and got an
engineering degree -- thanks to the scholarship that Susan provided for all
of her teen sex-mates, most of whom came from a socio-economic strata that
would otherwise make higher education unlikely.
What this all meant for Roberta was that her pussy found itself subject
to the manipulations of a master. However averse the girl was to the forced
homosexual sex acts she had been forced to perform, and now accept --
essentially lesbian rape - it was unlikely that she would be immune to the
pleasure that Aleisha's fingers and tongue could provide.
Aleisha began by repeating the very technique that Roberta had used --
sucking the clit and the surrounding area with alternating heavy and
light-suction to draw the super sensitive flesh in and out of the soft
feminine mouth. But where Roberta did this amateurishly, Aleisha was
skilled, pursing her lips so that the delicate cuntflesh slid lubriciously
over the soft inner surface of her lips with each in-and-out movement.
Aleisha began with this technique because, having ordered the girl to
do to her cunt what she liked to have done to her own, and gotten this as a
result, she knew that Roberta liked it. She did not do this for long,
though, because such concentrated stimulation of the delicate clit quickly
became too intense if sustained.
So Aleisha thoroughly explored the teen's lovely pink vulva with her
mouth, nibbling the labia majora with her teeth as Jamie had done to
herself, gently tonguing the sensitive inner lips, and diving her tongue
deep into the vagina, pressing her face into the orifice to enable deeper
penetration. Then it was back to the clit for more sucking, and for some of
the sideways-with-the-bottom-of-the-tongue action that Susan had directed
Roberta to perform.
Aleisha cycled through all these techniques for a long time, while also
sliding two fingers in-and-out of the girl's vaginal passage in a steady
rhythm. Sometimes she removed her mouth and manipulated the thoroughly
wetted clit area with two fingers, pressing down and working the cuntflesh
in circular motion, then delicately fingering the clit itself with just one
finger.
At first Roberta had just laid there passively, but after a while she
could not help but to respond. Her pussy juices began to flow, and from time
to time she would react to some particularly pleasurable action by shifting
her butt a little bit from side to side.
She wasn't humping her hips and driving her pussy into Aleisha's mouth
-- yet. The girl was still too aware of the gender of the person providing
the sexual stimulation, and was shamed and shocked by the fact that she was
responding. But the accomplished cunnilingus and digital manipulation was
having the intended effect.
Except - Aleisha was a bit conflicted about what the intended effect
was supposed to be. She was very aware of the response her masterful cunt
sucking was eliciting, and of the shame that the girl was feeling at the
reality her own growing arousal. Like Susan, Aleisha loved this experience
of transforming a timid "virgin" to girl-girl sex into a ravenous live-nerve
of sexual need, begging for more. She knew that if she sustained her
efforts, it was likely she could make the teen cum, which would add even
more to the girl's shame and confusion, all of which Aleisha relished --
both the pleasure she induced and the psychological stress that accompanied
it.
That latter element made her tempted to go for it, consistent with the
big woman's sadistic side. On the other hand, bringing the girl to
thunderous orgasm hardly fit in with the punishment theme and mission. She
decided to put off any decision by revising the current arrangements.
Susan had been working on Jamie's now-dripping cunt for an even longer
time, having skipped the brief tit-sucking session that Aleisha had diverted
herself with. Aleisha was a masterful slit licker -- but she had been taught
by Susan, who was several years older, and that much more experienced.
Susan had been applying all her skills, and Jamie was further advanced
in her state of arousal than Roberta. She was starting to drive her pussy
into Susan's mouth, and was panting loudly. Jamie had shared her companion's
acute awareness and discomfort regarding the gender of the person sucking
her cunt, and the shame at responding to this forbidden lesbian touch, but
the girl had almost reached the point where she was all but indifferent to
the sex of the person providing the stimulation to her genitals, she just
needed to cum.
Aleisha had retained "situational awareness," and was aware of what was
happening with the other pair. She removed her mouth from Roberta's cunt,
sat up, and announced with a note of humor in her voice, "Shift!" Susan knew
exactly what she meant, this being a running joke -- and part of the
eroticism -- at the "reunions." During those affairs, when someone called
out this word while a group of girls were sucking and licking the pussies of
other girls, all would stop and trade partners. Which is what Susan and
Roberta now did.
The pause for the shift of positions, and the distraction of having a
new woman performing the lesbian sex act on their genitals, took just bit of
the edge off of the young girls' growing arousal. But within a few minutes,
each had forgotten the interruption and was focused again on the pleasure
being generated in their formerly unwilling pussies.
Aleisha realized that Jamie was getting close to orgasm, so she
deliberately slowed the pace of her cunt sucking. She gave the girl enough
stimulation to keep her at a high state of arousal, but not enough to push
her over the top. This actually was quite a challenge, since once a girl is
at that point of panting, gasping arousal, the least little thing can tip
her over the edge, so Aleisha had to maintain a high level of awareness of
teen's responses.
Aleisha found maintaining this status satisfying, though, since the
frustration she was generating in the teen held back from the orgasm for
which her cunt was aching fit the "punishment" mission. And, while she
herself was a good cunt licker, Susan was a Zen-master of lesbian
cunnilingus, and no amount of shame, mixed emotions or reluctance in the
voluptuous Roberta would prevent the girl from being moved by the attention
now being giving to her sex.
Susan was unaware of Aleisha's mixed feelings about allowing the young
girls to cum -- she was "going for the gold," and would not stop unless
Aleisha asked her to, or until her "victim" fell off that orgasmic cliff.
Aleisha finally decided for the latter of these two courses, thinking:
"The hell with it -- bringing these snotty young bitches to orgasm is too
much fun. I'll give them a good whipping later to make up for it."
Roberta was getting close under Susan's virtuoso pussy licking, and
Aleisha decided she wanted to watch. Given the girl's state of arousal, she
knew she could bring Jamie to orgasm at will once she upped the intensity
once again, so she sat up to enjoy the show.
Jamie's eyes had been squeezed closed as she focused on the maddening
stimulation to her sex -- stimulation that remained just short of what she
needed to push her over the edge - but they shot open when she felt the
mouth removed from her pussy, and sensed the older woman sitting up. She
gave Aleisha an accusing look, which made Aleisha tempted to say something
like, "You are not allowed to cum, Cunt Number One -- you are here for
punishment," but instead she relented and indicated that Jamie should join
her in watching the final act of the introduction of her companion to the
intense joys of a powerful orgasm induced by lesbian lips and tongue.
Aleisha knew that the sight would arouse the teen even more, and she
did want to make her cum, so she bit her tongue and did not deliver the
harsh words that might have set back that project.
In sucking Roberta's cunt Susan had worked through a series of
techniques similar to those Aleisha had used. Her mouth had become more and
more focused on the girl's clit as she felt the teen's passion rise, and as
she sucked and licked the ultra-sensitive organ and the surrounding
cuntflesh, Susan was simultaneously driving two fingers in and out of the
adolescent's vagina in a steady, mezzo-piano tempo, which was ever so
gradually increasing to allegro.
One of the things that made Susan such a master at cunnilingus was her
ability to simultaneously finger and tongue with equal focus on each. Most
people had to shift their focus from one activity to another, with the
quality of stimulation in one or the other activity falling off each time.
With diligent practice and concentration Susan had perfected the technique,
so her mouth and hands operated with equal and concurrent virtuosity.
Susan had also given Roberta several cycles of a her trademark
"resistance is futile" technique: While plunging fingers in and out of the
tight and now-dripping tunnel, she would slide the soft underside of her
tongue from side-to-side over the exquisitely sensitive core of Roberta's
sexuality - her hooded clit - and then add an order of magnitude more
intensity by rapidly shaking her head from side to side, still applying the
same side-to-side-tongue-on-clit action, but with suction added to hold the
girl's pulsing sex in place right through the vigorous head shaking.
So far, Susan had not sustained this action, delivering just a couple
seconds worth at a time, but with each repetition she extended the duration,
and then went back to less intense but still exquisitely pleasurable
techniques.
As a result, Roberta also had arrived at that point of arousal where
all she knew was need, and the gender of the person who had generated that
need -- and who could fulfill it -- had become irrelevant. Susan noticed
that the other women had stopped their own sex act and were watching. She
cast her eyes up and sideways at Aleisha, who nodded, giving her agreement
to taking the final step.
Susan again applied the double-sideways clit stimulation technique, but
this time did not let off, and Roberta tumbled over the edge into her first
lesbian orgasm. She cried out, her body went completely tense, and then a
series of convulsion-like spasms ripped through her. She moaned loudly, and
drove her pussy madly into Susan's mouth.
Susan kept up the intense clit stimulation until that point when it
would become excruciating instead of pleasurable, when she stopped, but
continued the finger-fucking, at a slower but steady tempo. At last the
orgasm played out, and now Susan enjoyed that powerful feeling of having
brought another woman to orgasm, enhanced by the fact that the subject was a
reluctant teen who felt a huge measure of shame over her own response to the
lesbian touch.
As Aleisha had predicted, the powerful orgasm of another woman was an
irresistibly erotic sight, and Jamie's arousal, suspended at a high level of
physical intensity, now was boosted by the powerful vicarious stimulation of
the scene she had witnessed. She looked to Aleisha with yearning in her
eyes, and the woman gave a short laugh, the "bad" Aleisha making a
reappearance.
"Cunt Number One, are you begging your Mistress to suck your cunt until
you cum?"
"Oh, yes Mistress, please make me cum!" the girl responded, her need
making her all but unaware of the humiliation of the degrading label Aleisha
had used, eager only for the touch that would satisfy her physical demand
for orgasm.
"Very well, Cunt Number One. I could make it part of your punishment
and not let you cum, but I will be kind and make you cum. Lie back and
spread your legs!"
The girl did so with alacrity, even the threat of further abuse not
taking the edge off of her arousal. Aleisha dove in, resumed her
cunt-licking at a measured pace so as to let the girl build up a head of
steam before her release, but building up the tempo steadily, and finishing
with the same side-to-side clit licking and head shaking that Susan had used
to drive Roberta over the edge.
Like her companion, Jamie could not resist this, and did not even try.
Instead, she came. Waves of intense pleasure flowed out from her clit. She
locked her strong thighs around Aleisha's head, and reached down to pull the
woman's face even more tightly against her sex. All of which Aleisha loved,
despite any temporary discomfort, or the minor matter of not being able to
breath. She held her breath and lapped up the cum-juice pouring from the
teen's spasming cunt.
Then it was over, and Jamie went limp, releasing her tormentor/lover
from her suffocating embrace. Aleisha took a deep breath, not minding a bit
her temporary semi-suffocation, taking it as a compliment to her skill.
However -- her mixed feelings had increased. She was supposed to be
punishing the girls, not giving them intense sexual pleasure! She needed to
ask her older and more sophisticated friend for advice.
"Darling -- would you come to the 'powder room' with me for a moment?"
Susan could tell Aleisha was confused, and she suspected what was causing
it. In the luxurious bathroom suite she was not surprised when the big woman
laid out the problem.
"OK, I understand. You can relax, Aleisha. Let me explain . . ." She
did so, and Aleisha felt better.
"Thank you, Susan -- I knew you could figure it out. You are so good at
these kinds of things. Now, do we tell this to the -- 'cunts'?"
Susan winced at the label, which seemed especially harsh outside of the
context of the "punishment" scenes.
"Absolutely, it only works if they also understand. I'll handle it."
With that the two experienced lesbians returned to the bedroom.
By this time it was getting late, and all four females were exhausted,
especially the teens, who had been on an emotional and psychological roller
coaster. Susan indicated that the teenagers should get up from the bed, and
when they did so she told them she had something to explain. She repeated
what she had told Aleisha.. She could not bring herself to use the harsh
labels her friend had applied to the girls, however.
"You girls have volunteered to be here for two reasons: To be punished,
and to provide sexual pleasure for -- your 'Mistress' and myself. You are
being punished because you made a very serious mistake, and tried to 'fuck
with' absolutely the wrong person."
"Now, you are allowed to feel pleasure, as you just have, but only because
this excites my friend and I. It is for us, not for you, per se. Your
pleasure is incidental to our purpose, but that does not make it
impermissible for you to enjoy it anyway.
"However - make no mistake. You will receive more punishment tomorrow.
But, your punishment, and the sexual gratification that you happen to
receive from my friend and I in the bedroom are two different things, and
the one is not related to the other. So -- while your Mistress might be
inclined to give you extra punishment for having received pleasure, she will
not do so. This is not out of any mercy; but because if you were worried
about receiving extra punishment when your pussy was being licked . . .
well, it would not be conducive to achieving the -- desired effect.
"You will be allowed to sleep now. Tomorrow, you will beaten again, and
thoroughly. You also will be fucked -- thoroughly. You will not enjoy the
former. You are allowed to enjoy the latter, without fear that your
enjoyment will have -- painful consequences - but only because this enhances
the pleasure my friend and I take in fucking you.
"I realize this is confusing. But neither one of you is stupid. Think
about it, and you will understand. Now, come with me."
Susan led the girls to a small bedroom that had an attached half-bath.
There was one twin bed in the room, and a futon with sheets and pillows.
"You can flip a coin for who gets the bed, and who gets the futon, but it
doesn't matter -- they're both very comfortable. There will be breakfast for
you in the morning, and some videos that you will be required to watch.
Other -- activities- will come later."
Susan was aching to reassure the tortured girls, and give them
sympathy, but she resisted. Without saying another word she turned around
and left.
When she reentered the large bedroom Aleisha was lying on her back and
rubbing her clit. "Oh, Susan, I am so fucking horny. That was so fucking
hot. Would you . . ." Susan said nothing, just climbed onto the bed, and
onto her friend in the classic 69 position. Her pussy was aching with lust
also. Bringing young Roberta to orgasm, and watching Aleisha do the same for
Jamie, the first lesbian experience for both teenagers, was the ultimate
turn-on for Susan. She too needed relief.
Without any preliminaries both experienced lesbians went to work with
their mouths on each other cunts, using all of the techniques that they had
just demonstrated on the teenagers. Sucking each others clits, tonguing
clits, finger-fucking vaginas, sucking vaginas, fingering clits, often more
than one technique at the same time. In less than five minutes Aleisha was
at the threshold of orgasm.
Susan was too, but she held herself back, wanting to bring her friend
off first because of the way she herself was rendered temporarily
hors-de-combat when she came. So she upped the tempo of stimulation to
Aleisha's clit, simultaneously pounding three fingers in and out of the
woman's vagina, and within seconds was rewarded with a thrilling facial as
her friends cum juice spouted into her face.
The excitement of causing and observing (and gulping down) Aleisha's
orgasm had the effect of triggering her own, and before the larger woman's
body had completed its spasms, she was treated to her own face washing with
the juice from Susan's flooding quim.
As usual, Susan collapsed into a semi-comatose state after she came.
Rather than wait for her friend to recover, Aleisha gently rolled Susan off
of her own body, and reached under the bed for a pile of sheets and
blankets. She sweetly tucked the smaller woman in under these, placed a
pillow beneath her head, and then snuggled in along side of her friend,
placing one arm protectively over her. In this position both women fell
asleep just minutes later.
Roberta and Jamie get all tied up; Jamie gets fucked in the ass.
Although day and night had no meaning in her mansion's lower level,
Susan's internal alarm clock awoke her not long after the usual time. She
quietly rose, careful not to disturb Aleisha, who was anything but a
"morning person." Susan slipped into her rich silk kimono, then went down a
hall to the full-featured kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Next, she moved
on to the bedroom where the two teenagers had slept. She knocked gently so
as not to startle the girls, and then entered. Roberta and Jamie were awake
but not up.
"Come with me. I want you to shower, then I'll have something for you
to eat." The girls rose, still naked and sensitive about this in the
presence of the robed older woman. Susan led them to the bathroom suite,
demonstrated the shower's water and temperature controls, and then left the
pair alone while she went back to the kitchen.
There, she operated a switch on one wall and was rewarded with a
rumbling sound as a large dumbwaiter elevator dropped from the main to the
lower level of the house. When she opened its door the smell of fresh hot
food poured forth. As part of perfecting of her chosen sexual lifestyle
Susan had an arrangement with an exclusive caterer.
When she had "guests," twice a day the service would bring in fully
prepared four-star meals, place them in the dumbwaiter, and remove used
dishes from the previous meals. Complete privacy was maintained, nutrition
was provided, and due to the quality of the food, another sensual treat was
added to the other carnal pleasures of Susan's trysts.
She lifted two large trays from the dumbwaiter and organized the items
from them on the table. Covered hot plates contained bacon, sausage, ham,
scrambled eggs, eggs benedict, potatoes and more. A large basket contained
an assortment of muffins, bagels, sweet rolls, etc. Another pitcher held
fresh squeezed orange juice.
Susan regretted that much of this feast would go largely unappreciated.
Aleisha would be out of it for a while yet, and while they would hardly be
limited to "bread and water," the punishment regime the teens were subject
to hardly included the full richness of the available victuals. But -- the
girls needed nourishment, so Susan prepared a tray with eggs, sweet rolls
and bagels, coffee, milk and orange juice.
She carried this down the hall to the luxurious but cozy "entertainment
room," which was equipped with a full suite of state-of-the-art audio-visual
equipment, including a massive plasma TV screen. In front of this was a
comfortable fabric covered couch -- naturally the material had been selected
for its "hand" -- the quality of being comfortable against unclothed flesh.
That detail was just one of the many features that Susan had included when
she built her current domicile.
Before returning to collect the teen girls, Susan checked that the
video display equipment was cued with the appropriate selections. The next
act in the pain/pleasure cycle she and Aleisha had mapped out was to require
the girls to watch a carefully chosen sequence of extraordinarily high
quality pornographic videos that portrayed lesbian sex as a gentle and
loving activity, without skimping on ample helpings of explicit cunt-lapping
and tit-sucking close-ups.
The shock and humiliation of what was had been very close to lesbian
rape was part of the Roberta and Jamie's punishment. But now that the girls'
"cherries had been popped" to lesbian sex, there was no reason not to use
the next couple hours to accustom them more thoroughly to the idea of a
Sapphic tryst. Not that Aleisha wouldn't still throw a few curveballs in the
form of certain -- unusual - sexual practices. The first of these curves
would be delivered as soon as the dominatrix rose and was ready to resume
the fun and games. Fun for her, that is -- not for her "victims."
Susan returned to the bathroom suite, where the girls had finished
showering and were in the final stages of brushing out their hair. They had
towels wrapped around them. "Leave the towels in the bin and come with me,"
Susan ordered. Embarrassed at having to once again expose their nakedness,
the teens complied. Susan led them back to the entertainment room.
"Make yourself comfortable and have something to eat. I want you to
watch some videos while you eat. Your 'Mistress' will collect you in about
two hours. There will be more pain -- and more pleasure. As I explained last
night, these will not be related, and you will be allowed to enjoy those
activities you find pleasurable. These videos will enhance your ability to
do so."
With that Susan operated a remote control, and the huge plasma screen
come to life. It showed two teenage girls a bit younger than Roberta and
Jamie, wearing panties and bras only, laughing and "wrestling" on a large
bed. Susan left the room just as the pair was starting to tug playfully at
each others underwear.
In the minutes to come they would progress to kissing, "petting," and
ultimately all-out passionate lesbian sex. Susan had hours of such material
on disks, and had assembled a medley of scenes sufficient to fill the time
until Aleisha was ready begin the live action again.
Susan peeked into the bedroom, and saw Aleisha stirring earlier than
expected. "Aleisha, you can sleep in if you want," she said.
"Hi, Susan. Thanks, but I woke up and started getting horny when I
remembered that 'Cunts Number One and Two' are awaiting my not-so-tender
mercy. Do you have coffee?"
Susan laughed. "Come on, I have the usual feast, and didn't look
forward to eating alone, or seeing it go to waste, so I'm glad you're up."
Aleisha dragged her large, statuesque body out of bed and stretched.
Susan watched the muscles ripple under the powerful woman's flesh with
admiration, and Aleisha winked when she noticed. The women gave each other
quick hug, and then Susan reached into a closet to get another of the rich
Japanese kimonos for her friend. Aleisha made a quick visit to the restroom,
and then joined Susan in the kitchen, which was furnished a comfortable
breakfast table and chairs. She got herself a coffee, and then both women
filled plates with the rich food and began to eat.
"Our 'guests' are watching videos?" Aleisha asked. Susan nodded. "Well,
their 'entertainment' period may be cut short -- I can't wait to get back
into 'the game.'" Susan nodded again. She too looked forward to more lesbian
sex with the teenagers and her friend, but just could not share Aleisha's
relishing of the physical pain that she inflicted on the adolescents. "Oh,
my poor sweet Susan -- I'm sorry the 'rough stuff' makes you so
uncomfortable, sweetie."
"Oh, thanks Aleisha, that's OK. I just have to keep reminding myself of
the alternative for Jamie and Roberta, and be glad that I have a friend who
makes it possible for me to protect them from that."
"I know. That fucking -- creature -- Mike. I think you know, Susan,
that I feel sorry for Jamie and Roberta, too. I don't want anything bad to
happen to them either. I know -- I'm a sicko with my S&M stuff. But given
that it really is 'for their own good,' I'm 'letting it all hang out' in
laying my, er, 'preferences' on that pair. It IS kind of confusing, though
-- even for me, and I love this shit. You poor dear!" Aleisha reached over
and gave Susan's hand a squeeze. "You are so gentle and sweet - this must be
really hard."
"Thanks again, Aleisha. Well, I'm not ALL sweetness and light. I do get
off on watching young women turn red with embarrassment their first time,
when they remove their clothing while I watch, say. And I do share that
"dominance" thing with you -- just not the physical pain thing. That's why I
also found it so exciting when you laid on the humiliation yesterday.
"So I guess I should stop moping and just accept the way I am, the way
you are -- actually I do accept both of those already - and focus on
enjoying what this experience had to offer. Like fucking the brains out of
those gorgeous girls, with those awesome bodies!"
Aleisha laughed. "Now you're talking. I'm ready for a shower -- and for
some fun. I think we're done here, right?" Both women had had their fill of
the rich food, and spent a moment gathering the dishes and remains of the
meal and sending it up in the dumbwaiter. When this was accomplished they
retired to the bathroom suite.
They removed and hung up the beautiful robes, Susan turned on the
water, and the two lesbians stepped into the shower together. The pair stood
under the spray wetting their bodies for a moment, and then joined in a
loving embrace, arms around each other, breasts pressing into breasts, and
lips to lips. Aleisha and Susan kissed each other warmly, but before long
the warmth began to transform itself to heat, as each woman found herself
becoming aroused by the intimate contact under the sensual spray of warm
water.
They broke their clinch to soap up, and spent a few minutes sliding
wet, naked, soap-slippery female bodies sensuously against each other. Susan
stood behind Aleisha, grinding her soap-covered breasts into the large
woman's back, and reaching forward between the other's legs to massage her
sex. She rubbed her hand and forearm over the woman's vulva in a
deliberately too-intense manner that had Aleisha squirming away and then
laughing out loud.
They traded positions, and Aleisha returned the favor, causing Susan's
legs to go suddenly watery as she dropped down to escape the delicious
torture. Aleisha also worked a soapy finger into her friend's anus, giving
the gentle woman a nice ream-job while she was at it. After several minutes
of such fooling around, the women actually did that they had set out to --
clean up, wash their hair, and rinse.
The shower play got Susan and Aleisha's sexual juices flowing --
literally. They quickly dried off, took care of their hair, and were ready
to resume their "punishment" mission on the teenage girls. Aleisha remained
in the bathroom suite, while Susan went to collect her charges.
She quietly opened the door of the entertainment room and slipped
through it without letting the teens hear or see that she had joined them.
The huge plasma TV screen was showing a scene in which two beautiful, naked
adolescents were moaning and writhing as they licked each other's pussy in a
lesbian 69 position.
Susan stood quietly and let the scene roll. Her "guests" were
mesmerized by the unmistakable passion of the two lusty teens on the screen,
who were both very clearly getting close to orgasm. Susan found herself
getting turned on herself as she watched. Having confirmed that the
pornography was having the desired effect, she spoke softly to let the girls
know she had joined them:
"Knock, knock." She walked forward to the couch, where she joined the
two naked teens in watching. In another minute the action on the screen came
to a climax.
The scene was so hot that Susan had to clear her throat to speak. "Time
for the real thing," she said, reaching forward for the remote control as
she did so and turning off the video. The girls were a bit embarrassed at
watching such torrid sex in the presence of the older lesbian, and were
sensitive about their nakedness in the presence of the equally nude woman
who had joined them.
But Susan could tell that the videos had had the desired effect --
Jamie and Roberta were clearly aroused, and responded to her words with
looks of curious - and nervous -- anticipation. "Come with me. Your Mistress
has a surprise for you. Don't worry -- it's nothing painful. Whether it is
punishment or not -- well, we'll see what you think."
Susan rose and led the naked teens back to the bathroom suite. In a
repeat of the previous day, when they entered they were greeted by the sight
of the unclothed Aleisha. This time, rather than armed with her spatula-like
whip, she had a different "weapon": Aleisha wore a leather harness around
her waist and thighs that supported a black strap-on dildo of moderate size.
"Ah, my young cunts. I hope you have enjoyed your 'classroom' session
-- now it's time for some 'lab' work. Then some more punishment. And then
some more fucking. Let's get to it!" She looked to Susan: "Darling, will you
see to the 'arrangements'?"
Susan nodded, and directed the teens to the piece of furniture that she
thought of as her "naked oil wrestling mat." This was a low platform the
size of a king-sized bed, the surface of which was an actual wrestling mat
consisting of two inches of closed-cell foam covered with an impermeable
rubber-like material that actually was reasonably comfortable on naked skin.
During Susan's usual trysts, especially during "reunions" involving
several young women eagerly engaging in every form of lesbian sex they could
think of, this platform was used for several purposes, sometimes even the
one that gave it its unofficial title. Usually it was just a handy extra bed
in the bathroom suite. And sometimes it was used for friendly forms of
bondage. That's what Aleisha had in mind now, in addition to the more
obvious purpose suggested by her strap-on dildo, although whether this would
be a "friendly" encounter remained to be seen.
The base of the bed-like platform was ringed with tie-down loops that
could be used to secure a bondage "victim," and Susan had an assortment of
soft nylon ropes pre-tied with various loops and knots. She took charge of
securing Jamie and Roberta for their first lesson in the kinky side of
lesbian lust. The girls looked extremely nervous, and Susan had to steel
herself to do what was required.
"Lie down -- here, and here." She indicated positions that placed the
teens with their heads at adjacent corners of the square platform, their
bodies extending toward the center of the rubber-like mat. Jamie gave her a
pleading look, and it required all of Susan's willpower to hold back from
reaching out to the girl, but she simply pointed once again at the position
the teen was to assume.
Susan quickly and efficiently set about her task of applying the
restraints, tying ropes to the girls' wrists and ankles, and attaching them
to strategically placed tie-downs around the perimeter of platform. When she
was finished, the beautiful adolescents were spread-eagled, their arms and
extended, making twin "X" patterns. Each had enough slack that they could
bend their knees. Despite her sympathy, looking down at the completely
vulnerable and exposed teenagers caused a thrill of sexual excitement to run
through Susan.
"Thank you, dear," Aleisha said. "Well, cunts, you make a very lovely
display. Now, let's how you like my big black dick fucking your sweet little
twats. I think you can't wait for it, Cunt Number Two. Cunt Number One, I
think you can't wait to suck my cunt some more, but you will have to wait
for that. First you must be fucked."
Aleisha climbed onto the low platform, but before launching the
dildo-rape, she took a few minutes to run her hands over the vulnerable
teenagers' naked bodies. She began with Jamie, massaging her tits, pinching
her nipples painfully, then stroking her stomach and thighs provocatively.
Giving in to temptation Aleisha lowered her head down to teen's clean shaven
cunt, spread it with her fingers, and delivered thorough tongue and suck
job, from perineum to vagina to inner and outer labia, and finishing with
some concentrated clit sucking.
Not surprisingly, Jamie was extremely uncomfortable psychologically in
her vulnerable and restrained position, and she accepted this unkind groping
passively. Aleisha noticed, but didn't care -- this was for herself, not the
teens. It would either be part of their punishment, or part of their
pleasuring - that was their problem, not hers. This WAS part of her OWN
pleasure though -- Aleisha relished dishing out this kind of treatment.
She completed her quick act of cunnilingus on the passive teen, and
then crawled over to Roberta, where she repeated the groping. Aleisha spent
more time on the voluptuous girl's heavy breasts, slapping them, squeezing
them, sucking them, biting the nipples. Then she dropped down and enjoyed
tasting the beautiful blonde's pussy for a few minutes.
Unlike her companion, Roberta was shocked to find herself turned on her
vulnerability and physical restraint. When Aleisha abused her tender
breasts, and there was nothing she could do to escape, rather than panic or
cry, she felt her pussy start to get wet. When the big woman started to lick
her, she could not stop herself from pressing her sex into her "Mistress's"
face. Her muscles strained as she tugged at the soft cords holding her by
the wrists and ankles, the restraint having the perverse effect of
increasing her arousal.
Roberta thought, "This is unbelievable! What is happening to me?"
She was startled when Aleisha suddenly withdrew her mouth from her
clit, and nervous again -- but also eager - when the big woman repositioned
herself to plunge the strap-on dildo into her now well-soaked teenaged slit.
With a small part of her attention Aleisha considered the wildly
different reactions of the two girls to the bondage and vulnerability.
Clearly, fucking Jamie with the strap-on would not be as much fun as doing
her bouncy companion. Subjecting the smaller teen to bondage would be part
of her punishment. So the dominatrix decided to make sure of it:
"Darling -- would you please reposition Cunt Number One while I fuck
Cunt Number Two? Put her on her belly, 'buns up and kneeling,' please. I
think I'll fuck her in the ass when it's her turn."
Jamie gasped at this new threatened indignity, and felt tears forming.
She looked to Susan with a silent appeal in her eyes, and whispered when the
woman approached to carry out her instructions: "Please?"
Susan's heart was breaking for the girl, but she steeled herself,
reminding herself of the fate that awaited the teens if the frightening Mike
was not satisfied that they had been properly "punished." She could not stop
herself from murmuring a quick message of reassurance to Jamie, however.
"Remember -- you agreed to this. But I'll make sure she doesn't hurt you.
This will be part of your 'punishment,' but - trust me."
The girl nodded, and, still looking terrified, gave Susan a look of
profound gratitude as the woman temporarily removed the ropes holding her
wrists and ankles. She indicated that Jamie must turn over, which the girl
did only with a stifled sob. Then Susan reattached the wrist and ankle
ropes. She added two more ropes pulling Jamie's knees forward, forcing her
into the lewd "buns up and kneeling" position the "Mistress" had ordered.
Meanwhile, Aleisha had not waited to plunge the strap-on dildo into
Roberta's perversely eager cunt. She had done so with gusto, and not gently,
but the way that the girl had found herself getting turned on by the bondage
meant her young pussy was well lubricated with pre-cum juice, and welcomed
the long black intruder. Aleisha pumped vigorously for a few minutes,
supporting her upper body with her arms and driving her pelvis back and
forth like a man.
The she lowered her weight on the curvaceous teen's body, pressing her
own medium-size breasts into the youngster's large ones, affixing her lips
to Roberta's and pushing her tongue into her mouth in a passionate French
kiss. She kept the fucking action going, although in this new position the
tool was doing more grinding around deep inside than plunging in and out of
the love tunnel.
Roberta's own passion had been further inflamed at this obscene
violation. At first she had been shocked and full of disbelief at her
reaction to the bondage. Now her arousal had risen to a level where she was
no longer thinking about such things. She continued to strain against the
ropes - in passion, not resistance -- and a sheen of sweat covered her
voluptuous body.
The perspiration meant that two pairs of breasts had become deliciously
slippery as they mashed together, adding a delightful extra source of
stimulation. Before long Roberta was panting and moaning, which just drove
Aleisha to greater efforts. Aleisha wanted to make her young "cunt" cum!
Thoughts of punishment had faded for the moment as she single-mindedly
pursued this goal.
That goal was achieved in relatively short order. Aleisha had shifted
back and forth a couple times from the grinding position to the
driving-in-and-out one. After just a few minutes of energetic fucking,
Roberta's body suddenly went rigid, her breath stopped -- and then the
orgasm swept though her. She shouted out loud, her hips bucked madly, and a
flood of cum juice poured from her cunt to puddle under her crotch on the
impervious surface of the "naked oil wresting" platform.
Aleisha withdrew the dildo from Roberta's vagina, and frantically
loosened straps so that she could remove the encumbrance. She tore it away,
whipped her body around, and slammed her cunt into Roberta's face.
The young girl hesitated not at all. Her tongue shot out, but because
her hands were restrained she could not place the big woman's pussy where
the tongue could best apply its concentrated stimulation. Aleisha
disciplined her passion enough to make the fine adjustments needed to place
her clit in precisely the correct position where it could receive the labial
attention it craved.
As her actions now demonstrated, Aleisha had been driven into a frenzy
of unrequited lust at fucking the gorgeous, tied teen to orgasm with the
artificial dong. She needed her cunt sucked, RIGHT NOW, and she needed to
cum.
She got both. Roberta's skill at pussy licking had not improved much
since the previous evening, but a couple of things had changed. The lesser
of these was that she had watched a goodly amount of explicit lesbian
pornography. Aleisha had referred to this mockingly as a "classroom
session," but in fact that was not an inaccurate description. Roberta and
Jamie could not help but to internalize some of the fine pussy licking
lessons demonstrated on the videos, and now the well-endowed teen attempted
to put some of that "theory" into practice.
But the ability to put these lessons to work was -- restrained -- by
the limited scope of action allowed by the ropes, so all she could really do
was work her tongue on whatever corner of vulva was placed within range.
The other thing that was different from the sex session the night
before, and this is what made the larger contribution to the pleasure she
was able to provide to Aleisha, was that she now performed the act of
lesbian cunnilingus on the large woman with all-out enthusiasm, a direct
result of the passion and arousal that the vulnerability of her bound state
had generated.
Roberta licked and sucked clit during those moments when Aleisha was
able to get her lust under control and maintain a relatively motionless
position in which the ultra-sensitive organ came within reach of the teen's
tongue.
But this direct stimulation to the core of her sexual being would
quickly drive her passion beyond her ability to discipline. Aleisha would
then lose the fine muscle control needed to keep her clit in range of that
maddening tongue, and shift into a ruthless grinding of her vulva into
Roberta's face. When this happened the girl had to steal breaths as best she
could, and hold her breath the rest of the time.
At the climax of this cycle Roberta's ability to breath was compromised
even further when she found her face bathed in an flooding spring of warm
passion juice that poured from the orgasming cunt pounding into her face.
Roberta had no choice but to drink down some of the flood, which she did
eagerly.
With her orgasm Aleisha's grinding had shifted into a series of
powerful pulses against the now-slippery skin of the teen's drenched face.
The big woman grunted and grimaced in time with these spasms as the waves of
pleasure issued forth from her clit to suffuse every cubic inch of her
muscular body. The tsunamis of pleasure trailed off into a series of weak
quivers, and then these too came to a halt.
The intense orgasm left Aleisha a bit groggy, but there was a further
sensual pleasure she wanted to take advantage of. She climbed off Roberta's
dripping face, and lowered her lips to it, licking up her own musky cum
juice that had drenched the girl's cheeks, chin, neck, and even her eyelids
and forehead.
Aleisha washed the adolescent's face with her lips and tongue,
finishing with deep tongue kiss to the girl's mouth. Roberta returned this
with equal passion, now wishing that she had the use of her arms so that she
could tightly embrace the strong body of her wonderful cruel mistress and
pull her close.
When Susan had finished tying Jamie into the humiliating position
ordered by Aleisha, she had knelt by her side and placed a hand on
traumatized teen's shoulder in a manner that suggested protectiveness. The
gesture's efficacy was limited, given the bound girl's humiliating and
vulnerable posture. From this position Susan had watched the
transformational sex act taking place inches away with awe.
Bondage and the vulnerability it imposed on its subject had different
effects on different people, and Jamie and Roberta illustrated the extreme
opposite ends of that continuum of reactions. Susan actually could empathize
with both girls. Bondage was a not big thing for her. When she did partake
she appreciated dishing it out more than receiving, but on occasion and
under the right circumstances being made to be completely vulnerable and at
the mercy of another was a definite turn-on. However, she could fully
appreciate that for Jamie, these were anything but the right circumstances,
and so fully appreciated the girl's aversion to what was being done to her.
On the other hand, for Roberta the transformational effect of being
tied up was stunning. Just 12 hours earlier she had been a cruelly whipped
and tearful teen, a coerced and reluctant participant in forbidden
homosexual sex acts, blanching in shame at the ultimate betrayal by her own
body as it was driven to orgasm by the unsurpassed skill of Susan Smith's
stimulating lesbian tongue, lips and fingers. Now, Roberta was transformed
by her soft chains into a ravenous creature of lust and passion, absorbing
sexual stimulation like a parched desert soaks up rainfall, and eager to
reciprocate by sucking the cunt of her lesbian Mistress.
Susan was always fascinated and turned on at seeing true passion in
another, and in this case the experience was enhanced by the unexpectedness
of it. She imagined that being tied up relieved the teen of any "duty" she
felt to resist the attraction of the pleasure brought on by homosexual lust,
and so freed to enjoy the stimulation. That psychological element no doubt
contributed to the transformation, but clearly the girl had a deep current
of submissiveness and even masochism that had been brought to the surface by
the bondage.
Aleisha had certainly enjoyed her orgasm, but she was in full heat now,
and raring for more. She climbed off of Roberta's face, and began
reattaching the strap-on dildo, preparing to pierce her next "victim." Susan
rose and walked over to the gym bag that held the strap-on and its
accessories, which all belonged to Aleisha. She herself had little use for
the things, and only occasionally used them. She rummaged around inside, and
finding what she was looking for, removed it and returned to the platform on
which the naked teens were splayed out.
"Not that one, Aleisha. Here . . ." Susan handed the big woman a much
thinner and shorter dildo.
The harness was an expensive type on which one could attach a wide
selection of different tools. The one Susan had selected was about the
thickness of an average-sized middle finger, had a smooth surface, and was
shaped like a string of balls that had pressed together and partially
"melted" into each other. It had a little bit of flex, but was stiff enough
to be pushed into a human anus, which is exactly what was designed for -- to
give pleasure, not pain. Whether it would accomplish that purpose was
questionable in the case of Jamie, but at least it would do no damage to the
girl.
Aleisha gave Susan a funny look, but then shrugged and attached the new
tool to her harness after removing the much larger black phallus. Susan
liked to think that when the woman actually had been faced with the reality
of trying to force the too-large dildo into the teen's tight asshole, she
would have figured out herself that she had the wrong tool for the job; and
that not being a person who would deliberately do real injury to another,
Aleisha would have stopped and made the change herself.
But -- why take chances. The problem was taken care of now. Susan made
sure that Jamie saw the new tool, so that she would know she was not about
to torn apart.
Susan made sure of another detail, one that she was more confident
Aleisha would have addressed. But, this detail was kind of fun, too. She
picked up a tube of lubricant that Aleisha had set on the floor earlier, and
squirted a big dollop onto the surface of Jamie's asshole.
"Try not to tense up," she said softly to girl. She put more of the
lubricant on her own index finger, and rubbed the substance into the area
immediately surrounding the teen's tight orifice. Then she began working her
finger into the anal passage, pushing in a little ways, then withdrawing and
adding more lubricant, then pushing in a little further, ultimately making a
generous application of the slippery goo deep within the tight tunnel.
Meanwhile Aleisha had climbed onto the platform and positioned herself
behind the trembling teen, the obscene rod poised to penetrate the taut
nether passage. Aleisha watched Susan's actions with lively interest. She
smiled and nodded when her friend caught her eye, confirming Susan's opinion
that Aleisha really had no desire to do physical harm to her "victims."
Susan capped her efforts by applying a mess of the lubricant to the
butt penetrator itself. When this was complete she gave Aleisha a sharp slap
on the butt and said, "Ready. Careful now . . ." The caution was superfluous
- the new tool was not large enough to do damage or even hurt much if Jamie
went completely tense, especially now that the anal passage itself had been
loosened and lubricated by Susan's finger.
Aleisha did not hesitate. With one hand she placed the tip of the
penetrator against the teen's sphincter, helping it to penetrate as far as
the first "ball." Then she removed her hand and pressed forward, slowly,
steadily and smoothly, pressing the length of the rod up Jamie's asshole.
The girl did tense up, but relaxed a bit when she realized that, physically
at least, the treatment was not at all harsh.
Psychologically was a different story. Unlike her companion, Jamie was
not at all turned-on by her bound and vulnerable position. In fact, such
helplessness left her on the verge of tears. She tried to be strong, though,
and just endure until it was over.
Aleisha sensed that the girl was very unhappy. She knew she should feel
bad about this, but in fact the other's discomfort initially turned her on
nearly as much as Roberta's excitement had.
"Cunt Number One -- you do not enjoy your Mistress fucking you in the
ass?"
"No, Mistress," the girl answered through gritted teeth.
"Too bad. Consider this part of your punishment," Aleisha responded
coldly. However, given that she herself received minimal stimulation from
the act, after just a couple minutes of ass-fucking the unresponsive teen,
the attraction faded. With one last series of powerful, cruel thrusts, she
abruptly withdrew the tool from the girl's tight tunnel and stood. The big
woman walked over to a small table where she had left her whip the day
before. She picked it up and swished it through the air threateningly.
"Cunt Number One, since you are in such a perfect position I might as
well continue your punishment with some more ass whipping." Aleisha then
matched action to deed, laying a vicious stroke across the girl's exposed
rear end. Although she knew what was coming and the shock was less for
having already experienced the devilish instrument of torture the day
before, Jamie still gasped at the pain. Another cruel stroke, and this time
she screamed.
Tears ran down the teen's face as Aleisha paused to examine her
handiwork. "That will do for now, Cunt Number One. I'm ready for some more
cunt sucking though. Are you prepared to perform this service for your
mistress?"
Through her sobs the girl answered in the affirmative, anything to stop
the whipping, and hopefully to get rid of those damned ropes.
"If I untie you, do you promise to do a really good job of sucking my
cunt and making me cum?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. I do!" Jamie said this through sniffles, and she
meant it.
"Very well, Cunt Number One. I am too soft I know, but I will allow you
to service my cunt with your mouth."
Still tied on her back in the spread-eagled position, her inner thighs
wet from her previous orgasm, Roberta had found herself getting turned on by
the whole sequence of Jamie getting fucked in the ass, whipped, and
humiliated. Aleisha noticed, and smiled. Apparently she was making at least
one convert to her perverse sexual practices! She decided to test the waters
in that direction a bit.
"Cunt Number Two -- I think you will need some more punishment also. Do
you think you need to be punished some more?"
Roberta was a bit confused by this at first, but then realized that
this had now become something of a game between her and the big woman -- and
one she wanted to play! She was frightened by the prospect of more pain, but
inexplicably excited by it too, and could not stop herself from answering,
"Yes, Mistress -- I think I need some more punishment also."
Aleisha laughed. "I thought so. Shall I whip you on your tits and cunt
right now?" The girl winced and looked frightened at this, which was more
than she had bargained for. Aleisha laughed again. "Cunt Number Two, what if
I promise to not damage your precious tits and cunt -- shall I give them
just a little punishment?"
Still frightened, her eyes wide, the girl hesitantly nodded. Aleisha
laughed again, and followed through on her threat/promise. Whap! Whap! Much
less forcefully that the ass whippings, she delivered one stroke to the
white flesh on the side of each of the girl's soft breasts, which despite
laying on her back were large and firm enough to provide an easy target.
The teen gasped -- the blows were not soft by any means, and the tender
titflesh where they had landed turned bright red. But Aleisha was well
skilled in this game, and could deliver blows to the sensitive parts of her
masochistic companions with just the right amount of force -- enough to
leave no mistake that pain was the object, but not so much as to reduce the
victim to a jibbering wreck.
For those who enjoyed being the recipient of such treatment -- and
Roberta was clearly turning out to be a member of that tribe -- the result
was arousal. Tears ran down the girl's face from the sting, but clearly she
was turned on, too.
Whap! This time the blow fell across the pubic mount and belly. Tears
flowed faster, but rather than crying or screaming the girl moaned. Whap!
Whap! These to the teen's tight and shapely inner thighs, just millimeters
from her sex. More silent tears, and this time the girl's pelvis rose from
the bed and swayed in a sinuous dance of arousal.
Aleisha again laughed, but she was also getting highly aroused herself,
and needed some stimulation. While she had delivered these blows she still
wore the strap-on harness, the slippery rod that had penetrated Jamie's anal
passage waving obscenely in the air. Now she reached down to remove the
equipment.
Everyone has their turn
Susan had watched the whipping and violation of Jamie with complete
pity, and the stimulating abuse of Roberta with fascination. The former had
broken her heart; the latter turned her on! Susan was always turned on by
passion -- even when its source was perverse. Aleisha now spoke to her
friend.
"Darling, I am going to untie Cunt Number One and she is going to lick
my cunt. Which I need! If you would like, I believe Cunt Number Two would
welcome some pussy licking herself."
Roberta looked at her Mistress, then at Susan, and nodded! Susan smiled
and shook her head at Aleisha's outrageousness, but the big woman knew her
well -- of course she would like to lick the cunt of an eager and gorgeous
teenager! The fact that the eagerness was the product of whipping and
bondage rather than more conventional forms of foreplay was -- odd -- but
not a totally alien concept to Susan.
She crawled onto the mat, and onto Roberta, going for some kisses and
titsucking before diving into the tied teen's muff.
As she had promised, Aleisha untied Jamie. She ordered the girl to turn
over on her back. Grateful to be unbound, the whipped and naked teen did so
without hesitation. Aleisha crawled onto the surface of the platform and, on
her knees, straddled Jamie's head, facing toward the still-tearful girl's
feet in a position that would allow her to drop into a 69 if she chose.
Then, for the second time in the past hour, Aleisha lowered her sex to
the waiting mouth of a tender teenage girl. Unlike Roberta, Jamie had the
use of her hands now, and used them to grasp Aleisha's butt, pulling the
woman's dripping cunt down onto her face.
The pretty girl with the chestnut hair was so relieved to be untied
that she resolved to keep her end of the bargain and deliver some quality
cunnilingus. She did not share the lustful enthusiasm that had inflamed her
companion when Aleisha had sat on that girl's face, but she did have the
techniques the two of them had picked up watching the pornographic videos.
And from their experience as recipients of expert lesbian tongues the night
before. Plus, with her arms untied she had freedom of action that the other
teen had lacked.
Aleisha's upright position presented her dripping vaginal passage at an
angle that favored deep tongue insertion, so this is exactly what Jamie did.
She moved her hands around to the woman's thighs so that she could pull her
pussy even more tightly against her own face, once again experiencing the
musky, faintly uriney taste of cunt.
Then she stiffened her tongue and pushed it as far as possible into the
pink tunnel. The girl's face was instantly covered with slippery pussy juice
as she did so. She used her hands to encourage the big woman into a slight
bouncing motion, and matched her tongue plunging action to this. Jamie's
nose slid over the edge of the woman's perineum, and into the lower side of
her vaginal opening with each bounce. The girl had to snort a couple times
as she almost got a noseful of the musky liquid flowing from Aleisha's quim.
Aleisha was delighted to bounce her cunt onto the beautiful teen's
face, and feel the stiffened tongue plunging into her glory hole. But her
clit needed some attention too, so she shifted her upright position a bit to
present that ultrasensitive nubbin to the teen's mouth.
Jamie understood, and without skipping a beat began slavering the flat
of her tongue up and down over the clit. She alternated a few seconds of
this with sucking, using strong suction to pull the clit and surrounding
cuntflesh rapidly in-and-out of her mouth. She withdrew her hands from
Aleisha's thighs and plunged one finger, and then a second where her tongue
had recently been, plumbing the depths of the woman's vagina, while still
sucking her clit.
Jamie was giving it her all, and Aleisha was impressed. Her arousal had
been at a fever pitch from the ass-fucking and whipping of the tied-up
teens, and she needed a cum. But she also wanted to make this last.
During a pause in the finger-fucking action she shifted back to her
original more upright position, again presenting her vagina to Jamie's
tongue, and gave the girl and order: "Put your finger up my asshole!"
Jamie's digit was well lubricated with pussy juice, so when she sought to
comply the fingertip easily slipped into the annular orifice. After that she
had to push much harder that she expected to penetrate past the opening.
With some effort she got her index finger in as far as the second knuckle,
and began stroking it in-and-out in a slow but steady tempo.
Aleisha gave another order: "Clit . . ." Her mouth was dry with
excitement, and she was unable to get any more words out. None were needed.
But the big blonde had not shifted from her upright position, so Jamie had
to scrunch her neck down awkwardly to reach the sensitive organ with her
tongue.
This meant she was unable to deliver a finely modulated clit licking,
and instead had to resort to just pushing the surface of her tongue back and
forth over the highly charged nerve center by moving her entire head and
neck back and forth. This required concentration and effort, which meant
that the in-out digital sodomization ceased, and instead Aleisha had to be
satisfied with a motionless finger stuck up her butt.
She was satisfied, because the renewed attention to her clit had
brought her right to the edge of orgasm. Jamie sensed this, and redoubled
her effort to stimulate to her erstwhile tormentor's clit.
That did it -- the teenager suddenly felt a flood of cum juice pouring
over her face. Aleisha stiffened and leaned forward again as her orgasm
began, giving Jamie better access to her clit. She took advantage by again
redoubling the tongue-on-clit action -- even as Aleisha's orgasmic waves
began to fade, and the woman arrived at that point where further amounts of
extreme stimulation become excruciating, rather that pleasurable.
Jamie was deliberately overstimulating the delicate organ in revenge
for her rough treatment at the dominatrix's hands earlier. She pulled her
finger out of Aleisha's asshole and reached her hands to the front of the
thighs again, using all her strength to hold the woman's spasming cunt
against her face, and her screaming clit against her tongue.
Although Aleisha was still experiencing the tail end of her orgasm she
understood what the girl was doing. Despite the unendurable overstimulation
of her clit, she was amused by the turnabout -- delighted even, because she
appreciated the spirit the young girl was showing.
"Payback is a bitch!" Aleisha thought happily as she squirmed to
escape. Then she had an inspiration, and rather than trying to pull her clit
away, instead she reversed the direction of her effort and ground her entire
vulva strongly against the teen's face. With the weight and strength of
Aleisha's powerful frame pressing down on her face, Jamie released the
woman's thighs and surrendered in this silent contest of wills.
But - she had made her point. The result of this interplay was two
satisfied females, because Aleisha both not only admired the girl's spunk,
she had enough of the masochist in her enjoy -- if briefly - the delicious
torture of clitoral overload. For her part, Jamie had got back at her
tormentor for the humiliation and vulnerability she had experienced earlier.
Aleisha's orgasm had run its full course. Physically sated now, and
feeing friendly toward the girl because of her unexpected show of moxie, she
was eager to express her appreciation and admiration of Jamie's strenuous
cunt sucking efforts, and her little piece of payback. She unstraddled the
adolescent's head, turned her body around, slid down a bit, and again
straddled the girl with her knees, this time on either side of her hips, so
she was now looking down into the face of the recumbent teen. Aleisha gave
her big grin, and spoke:
"Oh, very good, Cunt Number One! Your Mistress is most pleased -- even
if her clit is a bit sore!" She shook her head playfully as she said the
last, conveying that she knew what the teen had been up to, and not only had
no hard feelings, but was offering a "hat tip" of respect.
Despite her anger at the stress the bondage had imposed earlier, Jamie
could not stop herself from grinning back, and welcome the admiration that
the woman was communicating. In addition, although she did not explicitly
realize it, she was again feeling the sense of power that comes with making
another woman cum, and that paradoxical warmth toward the other felt by a
person who gives someone else a gift or does a favor -- a favor like
bringing an orgasm.
Oddly enough, the sex act had cleared the air between the two females,
leaving Jamie feeling philosophical about her earlier bad treatment at
Aleisha hands, and Aleisha feeling grateful for the really good pussy
licking she had enjoyed from someone she now recognized as a worthy human
being.
Meanwhile, Susan had not been idle while all this was going on. She had
eagerly accepted Aleisha's -- and Roberta's -- invitation to lick the
voluptuous blonde teen's cunt. While Aleisha had straddled Jamie's head,
Susan had climbed on top of Roberta's still bound body.
She did so in a deliberate manner intended to cause as much contact
between her own naked flesh and that of the teen. Then she lowered her mouth
to the helpless girl's lips and kissed her deeply, sliding her arms
underneath to draw the beautiful young body tightly against her own. Roberta
responded to the deep French kiss, dueling Susan's tongue with her own, her
bound body writhing in the arms of the older lesbian.
Roberta had been stunned at the way the bondage caused her to become
stimulated by the rough treatment of "her Mistress," beginning with the
rape-like strap-on fucking, and not excluding actual whipping. Now she also
found the helplessness induced by the ropes to enhance her arousal when the
gentle Susan treated her to a more romantic form of erotic attention. She
could not return the woman's embrace because her arms were tied, so she
sought to respond with body motions alone, which of course meant a greater
amount of contact and friction between the two beautiful naked female
bodies.
This inspired Susan to greater efforts. Her kisses became more intense,
which caused Robert's sensuous gyrations to also become more intense,
creating a "virtuous cycle" that brought both females to ever higher
plateaus of excitement.
Susan was thrilled at these developments. As a connoisseur of passion
she lived for such moments, and the unexpectedness of this one, brought
about as it was by Roberta's stunningly positive response to being tied up,
made it even more an occasion of absolute bliss.
Susan ended her close embrace so that she could place her hands on the
teen's magnificent large breasts. She also withdrew her tongue from
Roberta's mouth, and launched a barrage of kisses at her beautiful face --
her cheeks, eyes, forehead and chin. She dropped lower to nuzzle the
voluptuous girl's neck, and kissed her way around to the sensitive skin
under and behind the ears. Then, back across the neck to the other ear.
Then, down to the top of girl's chest, making her way in a stream of
soft kisses that never let up. Susan's next target was the side of Roberta's
torso, nuzzling the sensitive flesh of the teen's underarm, exposed because
the arm itself was pulled away from her body by the silken rope. The blonde
gasped as the loving lips caressed the delicate skin there. Then those lips
moved across the chest to the other underarm, balancing the oral caress on
the other side.
Susan had entered a fog of romantic passion. Earlier, under the
indelicate ministrations of the heavy-handed Aleisha, Roberta had broken
into a sweat. Now, the slightly musky odor of the young woman's perspiration
was ambrosia to Susan as she nuzzled the underarms. She did not dally there,
though, but moved on to what had been her intermediate goal since ending her
tongue-duels with the teen, which was the incredibly soft and smooth flesh
of the girl's beautiful white breasts.
Susan undertook an intimate exploration with her mouth of every curve
and swell of the generous bosoms, which with the girl lying on her back had
collapsed into ultra-soft mounds under the pressure of gravity. Finally
Susan came to the peaks of the soft mountains, the delicate pink nipples,
which were "puffy" like her own -- just the way she liked them.
Susan proceeded to give the teen a thorough nipple sucking. Her skill
at this was on par with her pussy licking ability, and she unleashed her
full talent on the bounteous feast now presented. She gently bit on the
nipple nubs with her teeth, rimmed them with a stiffened tongue, and then
scraped her teeth across the sensitive areola.
She did the same while "pinching" the titflesh surrounding the nipple
and aureola, compressing the critical parts into a more compact "package."
She sucked, gently and not-so-gently, with tongue-flicking and without. She
pulled her girl-soft lips tautly over her teeth, and squeezed the
nipple-nubs tightly between them, tugging and twisting. She opened her mouth
a bit wider, and did the same again, except that the pressure now was
applied to the skin around the perimeter of the aureola.
Through all this Susan's hands stayed busy, squeezing and cupping and
pinching and caressing. Sometimes she scraped her fingernails provocatively
over the aureola and nipple. She performed all of the above first on one
ample breast, then the other, then back to the first, repeatedly.
Roberta had responded to Susan's kisses and embrace by gyrating her
body, pressing it against the older woman's. Now the hot-line between her
nipples and clit was carrying urgent message traffic, and the that
ultrasensitive core of the girl's sexual being was generating other
responses: Roberta was moaning loudly and thrusting her breasts into Susan's
face.
Had she the use of her arms she would have pulled that attractive face
more tightly against her tits, but her hands were tied -- literally - so the
sexual energy such an action would have released remained pent up,
increasing the teen's lust and need exponentially. She strained against the
ropes, again not in resistance, but in passion, and once again a sheen of
perspiration broke out over her body.
Susan calmly decided to take advantage of the situation by driving the
teen mad with lust. She continued her titplay until attention to that area
reached the point of diminishing marginal returns, and then began to kiss
her way south across the girl's abdomen, at a maddeningly slow pace. By the
time Susan reached the newly-shaved pubic mound the adolescent had lifted
her butt off the rubbery mat and was waving her pelvis from side to side in
urgent anticipation of the direct stimulation that she knew was coming soon
to her cunt.
Susan made her wait, circling around the dripping orifice to kiss and
nuzzle the soft, sensitive flesh of the girl's inner thighs, from just above
the knees to the very threshold of the fresh young pudenda. She caressed the
same areas ever so lightly with the tips of her fingers, and reached lower
to also stroke the sensitive area behind the knees.
By the time Susan was ready to apply her mouth to the teen's vulva the
girl was whimpering with arousal and need. Susan was merciless -- her first
touches to the oozing pussy were delicate tongue flicks to the less
sensitive outer labia. She nibbled and licked and sucked on these for a bit
before shifting her attention to the more sensitive inner lips, where she
repeated the same sequence of actions. Next she did the same for the opening
of the vaginal passage, where nerve endings become still more densely
concentrated.
Susan did some deep vaginal tongue diving then, more for her own
enjoyment than the girl's stimulation, although the latter was certainly a
byproduct. Only after the longest time of performing every other labial an
lingual technique on every other part of the teen's vulva did Susan give the
girl was she so desperately needed: direct clitoral stimulation.
Once she arrived at this hotbutton, Susan did not hold back from using
her skill to deliver the most amount of stimulation and sexual pleasure
possible, except for one minor detail: She did not let the girl cum. The
experienced lesbian kept a keen focus at all times on how close the teen was
to falling off the orgasmic cliff, and each time Roberta approached the
edge, Susan backed off on the level of stimulation.
That limitation aside, she pulled out all the stops. Many of the
techniques that she had used on the girl's nipples were now applied to the
clitoris, plus additional methods tailor-made to inflame that vital female
sexual linchpin.
Methods such as slavering the spit-covered top of the tongue
up-and-down firmly over the sensitive organ, or wagging the soft bottom of
the tongue enticingly over it in a sinuous side-to-side motion. Or using
strong suction to draw the clit and surrounding cuntflesh in-and-out of her
mouth, forcing the tiny pink pleasure center to slide lubriciously over the
soft inner surfaces of her pursed lips with each passage. Then doing the
same, but with dainty little tongue flicks targeted at ground-zero -- the
little clit nubbin itself, now peeking out boldly from its protective hood
as a result of the girls high state of arousal.
Roberta had been whimpering when Susan began her act of inspired
cunnilingus. Now she was gasping, moaning loudly, actually crying tears at
times, and begging: "Please -- more. Please -- don't stop. Oh please! Oh
please -- MAKE ME! PLEASE MAKE ME!"
"Make me cum" was the complete sentence that the girl was unable to
articulate in those moments. Her improper grammar was irrelevant - Susan
knew what she wanted, and the answer was the same each time, even if the
request had been clearly enunciated: "Not until I am good and ready to make
you cum, sweetheart!"
All this sexual activity had taken a very long time. Aleisha had
experienced her own orgasm riding Jamie's face just about the time that
Susan had begun kissing her way down to Roberta's snatch. Jamie and
Aleisha's little post-orgasmic interaction of mutual respect and good
feelings had only taken seconds, and then they both sat up to watch the
show.
While she licked and sucked Susan's hands had not remained idle. She
wet her left index finger in some of the plentiful liquid pouring from
Roberta's cunt, slid it under her butt, and worked it into the teen's tight
anus. Two fingers of her right hand had been exploring the vaginal passage,
plunging in and out, and then pressing deeply into the far corners of the
love tunnel, reaching up to apply pressure to the elusive "G-spot."
Aleisha was hugely impressed at how long Susan was keeping the tortured
teen on the verge of orgasm, and how desperate the girl had become for
release. "This is punishment indeed," she thought to herself -- not that she
would mind receiving some of the same kind of "abuse" herself!
Throughout the sex act Roberta kept tugging at the ropes attached to
her wrists and ankles, and Aleisha peered closely to see if they might be
chafing the girl's soft pink flesh. As with all the material elements of
Susan's chosen sexual lifestyle, her "tools" here were of the finest
quality, and skillfully applied. The nylon fiber was soft and finely
braided, and the ropes were a full one-inch in diameter.
This was massive overkill, thick enough to restrain an elephant, but
that was not a mistake: The oversized girth made the rope less likely to
chafe the soft skin of a tender teen. The knots that Susan used were both
easily to release and unlikely to create any uncomfortable pressure points.
After the longest time Susan was ready to relent, and give the girl the
release her body was screaming for. Accomplishing this simply required that
she not back off on the intensity of her pussy sucking the next time Roberta
approached the edge of orgasm. But Susan took a little more care than that.
First, she actually did back off substantially, allowing the teen's
arousal to slip back to "9" on a "1-to-10" scale, rather than the "9.5 to
9.9" level that Susan had mercilessly kept her at. This was to allow the
girl to gain a head of steam and "leap" off the orgasmic cliff, not just
"dribble" over the edge. Then, once Roberta had had a chance to catch her
breath, Susan launched an all-out assault on her clit and vagina. She pumped
two fingers in-and-out of the latter in a relentless, driving rhythm.
At the same time she rapidly slathered the soft bottom side of her
tongue sideways across the ultra-sensitive pleasure center of the girl's
clitoris. She began the latter action at a slow pace, but steadily increased
the tempo. Roberta's arousal quickly climbed back up the scale, and in only
a minute she was once again teetering on the edge. Reverting to her usual
kind and gentle self, Susan pushed her over that sweet cliff.
She did so with her trademark compound technique of vigorous
side-to-side shaking of her whole head combined with the more narrowly
targeted underside-of-the-tongue-side-to-side-over-clit action. The result
was predictable: Roberta came. And came. And came! As she did so she gasped
like a person who has fallen six feet and landed flat on her back -- a sharp
inhalation that left the girl unable to vocalize the intense waves of
orgasmic pleasure that rocketed though her voluptuous body.
The pleasure was so intense that she gasped a second time -- and before
she had managed to exhale after the first sharp intake of breath. Roberta
was unable to catch her breath for a long moment. Finally the breath
exploded from her lungs and, as a result of this hyperventilation, she
actually experienced a slight "brown out," the partial loss of consciousness
in which reality recedes and the subject finds herself in a semi-dream-like
state. She collapsed onto the soft surface of the mat and went completely
limp.
"I think she fucked her to death," Aleisha remarked wryly. The two
girls watching were awestruck at what they had just witnessed, and had been
gripped by the supercharged sexual tension that suffused the room as Roberta
thrashed and writhed. Jamie could not help herself -- she cracked up in
laughter, partially at Aleisha's remark, and partially from the breaking of
the tension generated by the buxom teen's arousal.
Resting her cum-soaked face on the spent girls dripping pudenda, Susan
could not help but to smile also. But mostly she focused on breathing in
deeply and savoring the musky aroma of post-orgasmic teen cunt, hugging the
girl's hips, pressing forehead, and then her cheek, against the shaved pubic
mound.
A couple minutes passed. Susan rose from the teen's pubis, and
proceeded to untie her. Roberta sat up, and Susan gave her a brief hug. The
she shifted her attention to Jamie, giving her an inquiring look. Susan had
been aware that Aleisha had been brought to orgasm by the young teen, and
sensed that something had happened to affect the interpersonal dynamic
between that pair in a positive way. She was aware of something else, too --
Jamie was turned on. No doubt watching Roberta's exquisite passion had that
effect -- male or female, hetero or homo, one would have to be dead to
unaffected by it.
"Who's next?" Susan asked provocatively. Jamie blushed, aware that her
excitement was clearly visible to the other women. She looked at Aleisha,
who nodded, and then back at Susan, who shrugged, and smiled. Jamie did not
know what to say or do, so Susan took control. "C'mon, girls, let's get off
this sticky mat and get comfy."
With that, she rose and led the other nude women into the bedroom. All
four climbed up onto the huge bed. Susan indicated that Aleisha and Roberta
should get on either side of Jamie. She herself pressed the girl back onto
the bed and crawled onto her taut body. She pressed her lips to Jamie's own,
and delivered a soft, romantic kiss.
Then Susan turned her head to Roberta and kissed her. She did the same
with Aleisha on the other side, and then back to Jamie. Susan made this
circuit again, and suggested through looks and actions that the kissing
should become general. Soon four females were exchanging soft mouth kisses
-- Roberta and Jamie, Roberta and Aleisha, Aleisha and Jamie, Susan taking
turns with the other three. They engaged in three-at-a-time tongue duels in
various combinations, and all the girls laughed together when they attempted
a four-way and found it impossible.
The kissing went on for a long time, but at some point it began to
transition into more explicitly sexual activity. Roberta, Aleisha and Susan
took turns sucking Jamie's breasts and nipples, the "odd-girl out" giving
the dark-haired teen deep tongue kisses to the mouth.
Another transition came when Susan began kissing her way across Jamie's
belly to her smooth-shaven pubic mound. The teen was breathing heavily from
all the soft kisses and direct stimulation to her nipples, and after
watching Susan display her virtuosity on Roberta's cunt, she was eager to
feel the experienced lesbian's mouth on hers. Soon she got her wish, and
Susan was repeating the superlative slit licking that she had used to drive
poor Roberta mad with lust.
Creating that kind of unbearable sexual tension was not her intention
here. Not that she was in any hurry, either. Susan just wanted to compensate
the girl for some of the humiliation and pain she had experienced earlier by
giving her a wholly pleasant cunt-licking and cum.
As she cycled through the various techniques that had been so effective
with Roberta, the other two woman kept taking turns sucking Jamie's tits and
kissing her on the mouth. At times one of them would be nibbling and
tongue-flicking a pert nipple, while the other was plunging her tongue into
Jamie's mouth, and receiving the girl's tongue in her own mouth. At other
times both females would simultaneously have their mouths affixed firmly to
a nipple, suckling like a pair of babes at the tender teen's tits. Or, the
full trio would engage in a three-way tongue duel.
Working down below, Susan was not distracted by any of that. Her
fingers and mouth did their magic, and before long Jamie was gasping and
moaning with arousal. Susan brought the girl near a peak several times, but
backed off before she arrived at the summit.
Again, the intention was simply to enhance and prolong Jamie's
pleasure, not to torment her. Each of these incompletely scaled heights of
pleasure was higher than the previous one, and when Susan sensed that the
girl had arrived at her personal Everest of arousal, that peak which would
overtop all the rest, she brought the adolescent the rest of the way with
lips and tongue and fingers, only to send her careening down the other side
in an avalanche of orgasmic delirium.
Jamie's hips bucked as she came, her muscles went taut, and she let out
a sustained, musical moan of delight. Then, the moan turned to a soft
"ahhhhh" of satisfaction, and this phase of the teen's erotic journey came
down from the stratosphere of sexual climax.
This left only one member of the foursome who had not experienced an
orgasm yet -- Susan - and each of the other three had good reason to want to
redress that inequity. Jamie had not forgotten that Susan had been her
defender when the "bad" Aleisha was rampant, and that the woman had offered
sympathy and sought to reduce the trauma of the bondage that had so stressed
her.
Experiencing a 180 degree opposite reaction to being tied up, Roberta
had received from Susan what might turn out to be the most exquisitely
erotic experience of her life. Aleisha had been granted the opportunity for
the past day to live one of her most powerful sexual fantasies. All three
bore down on Susan now, each determined to give back to the gentle,
beautiful woman some of what she had given to each of them.
Susan was more than ready for it. Given the way orgasms knocked her
silly, she had to ration herself in that department. This, combined with the
fact that she loved to witness, and even better yet cause, sexual passion in
other women, meant that Susan was someone to whom the saying "it's better to
give than to receive" fully applied -- to a point. That point had arrived
now. Susan would joyfully throw herself into a marathon frenzy of pussy
licking and fingering, but at some point her body cried out, "My turn!"
Aleisha would be the conductor in the symphony of pleasure the three
females were resolved to perform on their benefactress. To ensure that her
ensemble had the proper instruments, she briefly rose from the bed and
walked over to an elegant chest near the bed. This was Susan's "toybox."
The big woman opened it and withdrew four items. The first was small
vibrator, a "clitor-ator," designed specifically to give stimulation to that
particular female body part. The next was a standard vibrator, about eight
inches long, column-shaped with a rounded tip. The third item was an anal
penetrator very much like the one she had used on Jamie, except designed to
be held in the hand, not attached to a harness. The final ingredient was a
tube of high-quality lubricant, mainly for use with item number three.
Aleisha set these off to the side of the bed, and climbed onto it
herself, rejoining the other three. Susan had watched her friend make these
toybox selections with all the interest of a potential torture victim whose
future tormentor has been ordered to "show her the instruments" -- but quite
the opposite reaction to the display: "Oh, yum!" instead of "I'll talk! I'll
talk!"
Now Susan found herself the centerpiece of a four-way kissing and
tit-sucking session very much like the one that Jamie had received a short
time earlier. She eagerly accepted the attentions of the two teenage girls
and the experienced lesbian domme. Susan returned the kisses to her lips
with passionate enthusiasm, and thrilled to the sensation of two beautiful
teens sucking and flicking her nipples with their tongues.
Or one teen and one experienced dyke doing so, as the case may be. Her
arousal rose steadily with each nuzzling of her neck, nibbling of her
earlobes, or kissing of her face. She almost swooned when Aleisha applied
the same soft lip caress to her underarms that she had performed earlier on
Roberta. And of course the hotline that connected her nipples to clit was
doing double duty as two girls at once squeezed and fondled and sucked on
her tits.
At just the right moment, without waiting until excitement threatened
to transmute into frustration, Aleisha began kissing her way down to Susan's
genitals. The woman did so at a measured pace, taking time to tantalize by
applying her mouth to the sensitive intersection of tummy and pelvis, and
the delightfully smooth inner thighs.
But Aleisha was out to satisfy, not tease, so in due course she applied
her mouth directly to her gentle friend's sex, sucking her clit, nibbling
her labia, tonguing her vaginal opening and passage. While she did so the
teens continued to take turns kissing Susan's lips and sucking her tits.
Aleisha did not sustain her act of cunnilingus for long, however.
Indeed, her purpose in licking her friend's cunt was mainly to prep it for
the mechanical attention that would be the main feature of this sex act, and
to get the woman's juices flowing. Not that the latter was really necessary
-- Susan's pussy had started oozing quim juice hours earlier when she and
her friend had enjoyed their brief spate of shower sex, and it had hardly
stopped oozing anytime since.
Aleisha uncoupled her mouth from Susan's sex and reached for the
instruments of pleasure that she had chosen. She initiated this next phase
in the satisfaction of Susan with the little clit vibrator, working it over
and around the area denoted by its title, softly at first, then with
increasing force as Susan responded and her clitty became more accepting of
greater stimulation.
Aleisha had retrieved two other tools, however, and had not forgotten
them. She signaled to Jamie, indicating that the teen should leave off the
nipple sucking she was engaged in at the moment and join her on the "lower
level." The big blonde directed the other to prepare the anal penetrator
with lubricant.
When Jamie had done so Aleisha lifted and bent Susan's legs, pushing
her knees up over her breasts. This caused the woman's pudenda to "pucker"
outward in a highly exposed manner, and presented her backside to the
attentions of the two naked females now peering closely at her most private
parts.
Jamie held the thin rubbery penetrator, and Aleisha indicated that she
should use it to -- penetrate. The girl figured that this was her day to
learn all the ins-and-outs of anal sex, and with a mental shrug followed
orders.
Actually, recalling the thought she had entertained earlier, that her
own violation by a similar object might have been pleasurable under
different circumstances, and eager to do her part in giving pleasure to the
beautiful young woman who had been there for her in her own moment of
greatest stress, she was more than just resigned to performing the act of
sodomization: She was happy to contribute.
So, without further ado, she pressed the rod against Susan's anus,
using both hands at first, gently guiding the tip of the tool into the tight
nether passage with two fingers of one hand while pressing in with the
other. When three inches had disappeared she slowly withdrew the instrument,
and then pressed it back up the anal passage just a bit deeper. Once the
path was broken she found it easier to maintain and in-and-out rhythm.
Aleisha resumed her application of the clit stimulator, not limiting
its use to just that ultra-sensitive nerve center, but massaging the entire
vulva -- the delicate inner lips, the pudgy outer lips, the vaginal opening,
and the tender wet flesh just inside the cuntal opening.
Now, having directed one teenage girl to "play" one of the instruments
in her symphony of pleasure, Aleisha was ready to complete the ensemble.
Roberta was helping to support Susan's bent and raised legs with one hand,
and gently massaging the woman's breasts, occasionally applying her mouth to
a nipple.
At one point Susan had positioned the voluptuous teen to where the
girl's pendulous breasts dangled in the experienced lesbian's face, who
massaged and fondled and suckled for a bit. Susan had playfully pressed her
face into the valley between the heavy melons, slapping them deliciously
against her cheeks. But as Aleisha upped the tempo of her activities down
below, and pressed Jamie into service on her friend's back side, Susan lost
the ability to focus on anything but the increasing stimulation to her
genitals and anal passage.
Now that arousal had risen to a level where further attention to her
own nipples yielded no further profits of pleasure, so Aleisha got Roberta's
attention and with her eyes directed her to "come on down." The big woman
picked up the remaining item from the toy box, the standard vibrator,
touched it to Susan's vaginal opening, and handed it off to the teen.
The younger blonde needed no further instruction -- she pressed the
tool deeply into Susan's dripping cunt, and proceeded to slide it in-and-out
with a steady tempo. This took a little bit of effort, because with her
lifted legs held together and pressed against her breasts, the vaginal
opening was "clenched" shut.
That was OK, though -- the passage was well lubricated with passion
juice, and even with the tightness the smooth surface of the tool minimized
the resistance. The position simply meant greater stimulation to the
sensitive cuntflesh at the mouth of the vagina. So, Susan gasped with
pleasure when Roberta first slid the rod deeply into her pussy.
Aleisha's pleasure combo was complete. To one side Jamie steadily
worked he anal penetrator. In the middle, Aleisha skillfully applied the
miniature "clitor-ator." On the other side, the third member of this
ensemble of lust fucked the beautiful woman's cunt with the full length of
the longer and thicker vibrator.
The three females experimented with different rhythms and tempos,
sometimes coordinating their actions in harmony, then shifting to a
counter-punctual pattern, one instrument pressing in while the other was
coming out. They even tried out more complex syncopated rhythms. Sometimes
one girl would work slowly and another would work fast. At other times, all
three would adopt a fast tempo, or all three would go slow.
Aleisha wanted Susan's pleasure to last, but did not want to make her
wait too long for orgasmic release, either. While Jamie and Roberta wielded
the "wand" like instruments, the large woman in the center was the real
"conductor" who directed the pace and tempo. She did so by giving silent
commands to her "players," and by virtue of the fact that she exercised
control over the level of stimulation applied to her friend's critical nerve
center of female libido, the clitoris.
Susan hugely appreciated the attention she was receiving in the form of
tripartite sexual stimulation. She was demonstrating her appreciation with
soft female sighs, moans, hip gyrations, muscle tensings, and in all the
other ways that communicate to her lesbian lovers, "Yes, please, keep doing
what you're doing, and thank you!"
But -- Aleisha could tell that her friend was also getting close to the
point where the message becomes, "Please make me cum, NOW!" So she decided
that it was time to close the current movement and bring this symphony of
sexual arousal to its final crescendo.
The final measures would be Susan's favorite: Girl-soft lips and tongue
on pussy and clit. Aleisha directed her players to release their
instruments, but leave them in place. She had been intermittently using one
hand to help Susan keep her legs raised, and thus expose her vulva and anus
to the attentions of the others, but now she lowered the woman's legs so
that her knees were still bent and her feet flat on the bed.
This left Susan with a penetrator stuck up her anal passage, a standard
dildo-type vibrator inserted deep in her pussy, and an experienced lesbian
with eager lips and tongue poised between her parted thighs. The two teens
went back to kissing and nuzzling Susan's breasts, lips, face and upper
body.
Aleisha put those eager lips and tongue to work, simultaneously using
one hand to resume the dildo-action that Roberta had previously managed. She
used her mouth to apply direct stimulation to the woman's clit: sucking just
the tiny nubbin itself daintily between her lips, then parting her lips and
sucking the organ and surrounding flesh in-and-out of her mouth; using firm
suction, then gentle, or alternating rapidly between the two.
She tongued the sexual ground zero in various ways also: up and down or
side to side; with the top of her tongue or with its soft underside; using a
fast tempo, or slowing to a mezzo-piano pace. She combined the all of these
lip and suction and tongue and tempo variations in different ways.
Under this expert cunt sucking Susan's expressions of arousal and need
had become had become more desperate: Moans of appreciation were now groans
of need, sighs had escalated into gasps, sinuous hip gyrations converted
into demanding thrusts.
She was right on the edge, and Aleisha sought to push her over by just
doing MORE: Faster, firmer, stronger suction. It worked; Susan came. Her
body tensed, her pussy flooded, her moans rose to a climax complementing the
cunnilingual crescendo her friend had orchestrated. The eruption of pleasure
went on and on, but then, as the last waves of orgasmic tumult pounded
through her beautiful body, Susan collapsed into her usual post-cum "bowl of
human jello" semi-comatose state.
Aleisha rested her head on her friend's pubic mound as Susan had done
on Roberta's earlier, and the two teens cuddled close against the spent
woman's upper body and face.
This tableau held for a number of minutes, and then Susan began to
return to the world of the living. She squeezed the two teens and gave them
grateful kisses. Seeing that her friend had fully rejoined them, Aleisha
crawled up onto the woman's body, and plopped her full weight playfully onto
the other's smaller frame.
"Gurk!" Susan grunted, laughing as she did so. Aleisha and the teens
laughed as well, and then the big woman relented, transferring part of her
weight to elbows and knees. Susan gave her a big kiss also.
Conclusion
The four females cuddled together in comfortable intimacy for a long
time, and then Susan asked if anyone was hungry. They all were -- many hours
had passed since the rich breakfast. Susan knew that there was an ever
richer dinner awaiting them in the dumbwaiter by now, so the women untangled
themselves and got up from the bed.
Aleisha ducked into the bathroom suite to retrieve the kimonos she and
her friend had worn that morning. Susan went to a closet and withdrew two
more of the rich garments for the teenagers to wear. It was her regular
practice to make a gift of these valuable and gorgeous robes to the younger
girls who were her usual "guests," but given the "punishment detail" this
tryst was supposed to involve, that would not be happening this time.
When the women had laid out the selection of magnificent entrees and
side dished prepared by the elite caterer, and were seated together at the
kitchen table enjoying the feast, Aleisha raised that "punishment" issue.
"Susan, I think I am a failure, and these girls are in trouble as a
result," she said.
"What do you mean, Aleisha?" Susan asked. She knew, but she wanted to
hear her friend spell it out as she understood the problem. Jamie and
Roberta took a lively interest as well, seeing as how they were the subjects
of the conversation.
"Well, knowing that you are too soft, I was supposed to beat the crap
out of these girls, and have them running out of here in tears. Instead,
look at what is happening: With Roberta, 'Cunt Number Two,' I've created a
monster. Punish her? It turns out the girl eats up that kind of treatment
and begs for more."
"Oh, come on Aleisha. I think you are exaggerating." Susan was
remembering the extreme humiliation and degradation the dominatrix had
imposed on the girl the day before, not excluding literally pissing on her.
"No, really," Aleisha responded. "I'll demonstrate: 'Cunt Number Two'
-- don't you think you have fully reformed, and have had enough punishment?"
Roberta responded: "No, Mistress. I think I am still very bad, and
still need more 'punishment'." They all laughed at this; the girl was being
playful, but she was also expressing her newfound appreciation of the fact
that her sexual nature was of a type that she had never suspected. She was a
submissive masochist, who was turned on by the pain and abuse imposed by her
beautiful lesbian dominatrix.
"You see?" Aleisha asked. "The only way I could 'punish' this one is by
ignoring her, or breaking her legs, which I have no intention of doing,
obviously. Now, the other one, 'Cunt Number One,' is a different matter. She
demonstrated something to me today -- courage, and spirit -- and I just
don't have the heart to 'give her the business' any more. And I know you
don't. We are failures!"
Aleisha said the last in a semi-humorous tone, but in an important way
she meant it, and had raised a good point. Mike had warned Susan: "These
bitches need to be punished. Not -- whatever it is you usually do that makes
the girls leaving your house have stars in their eyes, and look like they're
in love." That "whatever it is you usually do" was to seduce and convert her
young guests to the intense pleasures of lesbian love. And Aleisha was right
-- that was exactly what was happening with the current pair, rather than
cruel "punishment."
"OK, I got it. Hmmm . . . I might have an idea. I'm not going to say
what it is, because then it might not work as well, but it should satisfy
Mike, and not 'cramp our style' in the meantime."
" 'Cramp our style' -- you mean we can still fuck their brains out
while the girls are here?" Aleisha asked. The teenagers looked embarrassed
at this, but not all that displeased, either.
"Yeah, that's what I mean," Susan answered conspiratorially, and all
four of them laughed again. "Plus, before you leave, you girls and I are
going to have a little talk about your futures. I know that you have been
basically wasting time and fucking off since you graduated from high school.
That's what got you into trouble with Mike, and it just won't do. It's
certainly not the way to happiness and a satisfying life. I have some ideas
on that, too, but I will save them until it's time for you to go."
That time was 36 hours away, giving the females the rest of that
evening, and all of the next day and night to "play." Mike would come early
the following morning to pick up the "bitches." He expected to find them
whipped and cowed, not pleasured and pampered. So a lot depended on Susan's
scheme to put one over on the scary gangster.
It needed to be good, because pleasured and pampered is what Jamie and
Roberta were for the next day-and-a-half. Susan and Aleisha introduced them
to every permutation of basic lesbian sex: Two-way, three-way, four way;
daisy chains, toys, tribades, and more. All served up with generous dollops
of romantic kissing and fondling. Well, Jamie got copious quantities of
those last two ingredients, at least.
Roberta got some of them, too, combined with something else: Paddling,
spanking, tit-slapping, bondage, even another of those disgusting "yellow
showers." The girl was a glutton for abuse, and the more she got, the more
aroused she became. Aleisha had indeed "created a monster" or made a
convert, take your choice. The old joke goes, "What does the sadist say to
the masochist begging to be whipped? 'No!'"
But that is not what happened here. Aleisha said, "Yes, yes, yes!" And,
as a result she and Roberta -- "Cunt Number Two" - had a ball with their
particular brand of sexual activity.
That pair still had lots of energy left over for "good old fashioned
lesbian group sex" as well, and so all four females had a ball. Not to
mention swimming in oceans of passionate female sexuality and experiencing
and triggering scores of orgasms. Their hours together sped by, and finally
it was time for the teenagers to get ready to leave. Which meant time for
Susan's little "heart-to-hear" talk with them, and for her plan to outfox
the threatening Mike. Susan sat the two teens down in her library/office for
the first of these.
"Let's get a few things straight: I know all about you girls. When Mike
contacted me about you I engaged a private investigator to check things out.
So. I know you are both damned smart. I know that you are spoiled by your
parents, and that you use your smarts to get what you want from them.
"They wanted you to go to college, but you decided to hang out, party,
not get a job, tease boys, fuck off, and get yourself into serious trouble
with a really dangerous character. You both have no idea how close you came
to getting killed -- or worse.
"And -- you are still in tremendous danger. Here's the deal: You cannot
stay in this part of the country. If you do, Mike could snap you up anytime
and that would be the end. Also -- your days of fucking off, not going to
school, not working, and all the rest are over. Guess what? You're both
starting college this fall.
"And you're not going to 'Party School U,' either. It so happens that I
have a connection with a non-profit organization that coaches teenage girls
from 'the wrong side of the tracks' to give them the tools they need to have
happy successful lives and careers. This organization does college referral
work, and they have become involved in your cases."
That characterization of the "nonprofit organization" Susan referred to
was not totally accurate. It was actually a married couple whose work was
completely and anonymously funded by Susan. They ran what she jokingly
referred to as a 'charm school' for the young girls who she herself seduced
and introduced to illicit pleasures of lesbian sex.
Of course it was not a real "charm school." Instead it was a "life
skills" school, a high-end version of the kind of training that had been
developed to wean welfare-dependents from the dole. The couple who ran it
were modern day "Dr. Higgins" taking 21st century "Eliza Doolittle's" out of
the cycle of poverty and bad habits into fruitful, productive and happy
lives. None of that would be needed here, only the couple's familiarity with
how to finesse college entrance procedures.
Susan continued: "You will each be attending small colleges in no-name
towns in conservative areas of the county. Jamie, you are heading to the
South. Roberta, it's the farm belt for you. These schools are not run by
religious nut cases or anything like that, but they are small, and they take
an active role in supervising their students. They take the "in loco
parentis" charge seriously.
"'Arrangements' have been made, and you will be accepted when you
apply. Of course your parents don't know anything about this, but we all
know they'll be relieved to hear their spoiled daughters are 'turning a new
leaf,' and will be delighted to pick up the tab. I know they can afford it.
"You will be staying in dorms. You will not be party animals, but
scholars. Frankly, you screwed up, and now you're on probation. If you blow
it, well . . . that poor girl gang-banged by Mike's 'animals'? That could
still be you, and that is just the start. Bottom line -- don't blow it. Oh,
and you will be watched, too. Don't think that once you're out of town it's
'oly-oly-ocean-free.' Fuck up and you're back in the shit.
"After the first year, we'll see. Who knows, you may fall in love with
the school and your new friends there, and want to stay. Do well, and you'll
have a choice between that and going to a bigger, more cosmopolitan school.
Either way, you will both be in college for the next four years, and you
will earn degrees on time.
"One other thing -- your association with each other is over. That's
why you're going to different schools, and you won't be allowed to go to the
same school in future. You two are a bad influence on each other, and that
phase of your lives is over. Any questions?"
The two teens were stunned. They had been living from moment to moment
for almost a year since high school graduation, not making any plans beyond
what to wear at the next party, sponging off their over-indulgent parents,
ignoring the future. Susan's decrees -- and the fact that she knew all about
them and had taken complete charge of their lives -- had the eye-opening
effect of an ice cold shower.
But both girls knew that they had no choice. And -- neither one was
stupid. Although it was hard to accept all at once, on some level they
realized that everything Susan said was perfectly true, and that this was
exactly what they needed. There would be no objections, and no backsliding.
The two teenagers nodded that they understood.
"OK, good. Now -- convincing Mike that you have been sufficiently
'punished.' Well, this is going to hurt you more than it will me -- and it
is going to HURT -- but it will be over quick, and you will be laughing
about it tonight. We'll wait for him to get here . . ."
Naturally, that left the two teenagers feeling mighty nervous! But
Susan said no more -- her plan depended in part on shock and surprise. A few
minutes later she heard the sound of a car horn outside the house. Susan
left the girls and went to the garage, where she triggered the automatic
door to let Mike drive the van in. She closed the door again once the
vehicle's motor was turned off, and Mike got out.
"Hi, Mike. Hang on just a minute and I'll get Aleisha's 'victims.' I
think she's just about done." With that Susan reentered the lower level of
her home, but she left the door between it and the garage open just a crack,
so that sounds from inside could be heard. She returned to the office, where
Aleisha had joined the two teens and was hugging them good bye.
"Are you ready, Aleisha?" Susan asked.
"Oh, yeah. Cunt Number One! Cunt Number Two! Turn around, drop your
jeans, and 'assume the position' against the desk there!" Aleisha ordered.
The girls looked like they had been slapped -- this was the first appearance
of "the bad Aleisha" in the last 36 hours, except for the make-believe
"games" that she and Roberta had played.
The woman's tone brooked no dissent, however, so they quickly obeyed.
Aleisha had taken up her paddle-whip, and while the girls arranged
themselves, warmed up by swinging it through the air with a wicked sounding
"swish."
Then, she laid into the two teens. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
She laid on a vicious series of painful strokes to each girl, delivering a
lengthier and more aggressive whipping than even the one they had received
three days earlier.
Once the shock of the first blows was absorbed, the adolescents found
themselves uncontrollably screaming and crying and sobbing at the
unbelievable pain inflicted by seemingly endless punishment. Aleisha covered
their butt cheeks and the backs of their thighs with the blows, then forced
the teens to turn around and laid into the front of their thighs and even
their shaved pubic mounds.
Not by accident, Susan had left the door between the office and the
hallway open, and the room was right next to the garage, the door to which
was also cracked. Therefore, the sound of every blow, every scream, every
sob carried clearly to Mike. He smiled, and then laughed, thinking to
himself, "Wow, Susan's friend sure is 'taking care' of those 'bitches.'
Yeah!"
Finally, the whipping ended. Before they had a chance to even catch
their breaths Susan ordered the girls to quickly pull their pants up, and
hustled them out of the room and into the garage. Tears were streaming down
each sobbing girl's face as she herded them past Mike and around to the back
of the van. She immediately opened the door and shoved them in without a
word, slamming it behind them.
"All yours, Mike. Mission accomplished. Plus, the 'bitches' are getting
out of town. They are both being shipped off to 'Bumfuck, Iowa,' some
'Nowhere's-ville' town for at least a year. I think the message is going to
get out -- 'don't fuck with Mike.'"
Mike was laughing all through this. "Damn, Susan, I wasn't sure you had
it in you! Alright! Yeah -- it looks like 'mission accomplished,' for sure!"
"Damn straight, Mike. You were right -- these 'prick teasers' weren't
at all like my usual innocents. Now -- are we cool? A deal's a deal, and I
don't want to read any newspaper stories in the next couple days, 'Nude
bodies of teens found in ravine."
"Yeah, we're cool. Thanks. And yeah, it's a good idea to get these
bitches out of town. 'Bumfuck, Iowa' -- I love it! Take it easy, Susan." He
climbed into the van, started it up, and drove off.
Epilog -12 months later.
Susan picked up the ringing phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Susan, it's Aleisha. Hey, I got a favor to ask. Can I bring a
'guest' over for 'fun and games'? I think you'll be surprised, and not
unpleased."
"Hmmm, I don't know. You know how I am about my privacy."
"Susan, I guarantee you'll be glad you said yes."
"Well, alright Aleisha. It is a 'her' I take it, right?"
"Oh, puh-lease, Susan. Of course it's a 'her.' Yuck! Oh, thanks a
million -- you won't regret it!" Aleisha promised.
The two women set a time, and at the appointed hour Susan triggered the
garage door to let the vehicle in, which was a closed van like the one Mike
had used a year earlier. Aleisha got out, giving her friend a big hug. Then
the big lesbian dominatrix went out of sight around the back of the van,
opening its windowless door. She reappeared holding a leash, which was
attached to a collar around a young woman's neck. Susan recognized the woman
-- it was Roberta.
"Cunt Number Two, tell us why you are here," Aleisha ordered the girl.
"Oh Mistress -- I've been very bad. I need to be punished very
severely."
"Oh, jeez!" Susan muttered, rolling her eyes. "Here we go again!"
The End
Author's note:
If you enjoy this story, or the other "Susan" stories (see below)
please write and tell me! Comments from readers are worth their weight in
gold, and are what motivate me to keep writing. I promise to respond
personally with fulsome gratitude to all such communications. (In fact,
whenever you see a story on this site that you especially like, do write the
author and say so. Your praise is the only currency in which the writers are
compensated.)
This story is part of a series located in other sections of the "Nifty
Archive, Lesbian." Part One of "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," posted in the
"adult-youth" section in July, 2005, describes Susan's seduction of the
voluptuous 19-year-old Sophie and the trim, athletic 18-year-old Jean and
the multi-day tryst that follows. It introduces and tells much more about
Susan's background and history.
Part Two, "Susan's College Nights," describes how Susan's lesbian
career began in high school, but how she really came of age as a connoisseur
of Sapphic sex while in college. Future installments of the "Susan's Teen"
Series may appear in the "young friends," "high school," and "incest"
categories of the Nifty Archive, "Lesbian" section.
Will there be more about Susan in the future? That, dear readers, is up
to you. If many of you write and tell me you liked it, then it is far more
likely that I will be encouraged to add to the saga.
If this happens, what sexual and other adventures will the future bring
for Susan? Well, if you read the last paragraph of "Susan's Teen Lust
Satisfied, Part One," you will be able to make a pretty good guess! But one
never knows for sure. This little piece of erotica has now arrived at the
status of a full novel. Even I have been surprised at the directions that
many of the situations and characters in this story have taken. Susan and
her "friends" are supposed to do what I plan for them, but this does not
always turn out to be the case!
Roxanne Appleby roxanneappleby@hotmail.com