Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 07:04:15 -0700
From: Will Adams <willadams8@literotica.org>
Subject: Natasha part 23

Natasha's Birthday (part three)

By Will Adams and Mark


Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was embedded in Pamela Grasso's thoughts
and psyche.

After stroking her nasty little slut clitty and thinking about Natasha for
just a few minutes, Pamela came for the second time that evening.  She
moaned softly, and bit down on the filthy, crusty crotch gusset of her
Owner's panties as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm.

Nowhere near as intense as the masturbatory climax she had experienced
earlier in the evening while under the direct control of her Owner, it was,
nonetheless, quite satisfying.  Pamela sighed in contentment and inhaled
deeply through the odorous cotton fabric that was spread over her face,
savoring her Owner's raunchy panty aroma as she drifted off to sleep.

All too soon, or so it seemed to Pamela, she was aroused from a deep,
dreamless sleep by an insistent knocking on her boudoir door.

"Miss Pamela, time to rise and shine," her housemaid, Consuela, called
sweetly through the closed door.  "Sorry to disturb you so early in the
morning, but you have a visitor.  A Miss Amber Harris is here to help you run
errands.  Miss Pamela!  Are you awake?"  Pamela rolled over and moaned,
fumbling to remove the panties from across her face, then struggling to
disentangle them from her hair.

"OK!  OK!" she croaked through a throat full of morning pleghm.  She
cleared her throat noisily.  "Yes, Consuela, I'm awake.  Please offer
Amber coffee, breakfast, whatever she wants.  I'll have coffee and
juice.  Tell her I'll be down shortly."

Deciding she didn't have time for a shower, Pamela washed her face,
hurriedly brushed her teeth and hair, slapped on some makeup, then
rapidly pulled on bikini panties, stretch slacks and an ultra-tight
wifebeater t-shirt.  She tucked the t-shirt into the waistband of her
slacks, admiring her reflection in the full-length mirror.  The outfit
showcased her high, firm, perky breasts to maximum effect.  She stepped
into a pair of sexy, high-heeled sandals, admiring the way they
emphasized her tight little ass, then shook her head and removed them
to pull on peds and comfortable tennis shoes.  Finally, she retrieved
Goddess Natasha's raunchy panties from the bed and inhaled deeply of
their divine fragrance.  She reverently kissed the filthy crotch
gusset, then slipped the panties into her purse as she exited the boudoir.

Pamela and Amber spent all morning driving around the city, carrying
out Natasha's birthday party errands.  Finally, they bought the bondage
furniture Natasha had ordered and got it loaded it into the SUV, then
drove to Beverly's house. The two slender blondes grunted and strained
as they lugged the heavy furniture from the SUV, along the driveway,
and down into the finished basement.

Both blondes sweated profusely under the hot sun.  Had Natasha known,
she would have approved.  Natasha felt that all her whores, especially
her blond whores, needed to be ridden hard and put away wet.  Soon,
Pamela's wifebeater t-shirt was completely saturated with sweat, the
thin fabric becoming semi-transparent, thus displaying her perky
titties and nipples to even better effect.  Neither of the sluts was any good
with hand tools or assembly instructions, but after several frustrating
hours they at last had assembled the furniture correctly and shoved
into place along the walls.

By then it was four in the afternoon, and Pamela figured that she had
time to run home, shower and change, grab something to eat, and then
return at six as Natasha had decreed.  But, it was not to be.

Just as they were getting into Amber's SUV, Natasha came strolling up
the driveway, returning early from her daily workout at the neighborhood
gym. Natasha's appearance was, as usual, gorgeous.  The
thirteen-year-old girl's face was covered with a light sheen of sweat, as was
all of her
exposed skin, that seemed to glow in the sunlight.  Her shiny, raven
hair was gathered into a long braid that draped over one shoulder.  Her
brightly-colored, print sundress fit so tightly that it seemed to be
molded to her upper torso, emphasizing her slender waist and large,
heavy rack.  The loose, flowing hem was at mid-thigh, revealing most of
her long, toned and tanned legs.  Her shapely, high-arched feet were
shown off to perfection in high cork-wedge, sport sandals.

In her right hand, Natasha held two dog leashes, which trailed back
from her hand then upward to vanish beneath the sundresses of two blond, teen
sisters, who
followed behind her.  Beneath the sundresses, the ends of the leashes
were clipped into rings pierced through the clit hoods of the two
sisters.  The two lowly twats behind Natasha were true slaves, not
caring at all what others might think of their servitude so openly
displayed.  The one concession that Natasha made, strictly for her own
convenience, was to allow the sisters to wear baseball caps pulled low
on their foreheads.  Their names, 'asslick' and 'cuntlap,' had been
tattooed in large, crimson letters across their foreheads, and without
the caps they were barred from the gym where Natasha went for her
daily workout.

Amber and Pamela, literally stupefied by Natasha's beauty, stood mute
beside the SUV as she approached them, frozen in place.  Natasha wasted
no time in putting the two stupid blondes in their place.

"Well, well," she sneered, "and what do we have here?  Looks like two
worthless shitwhore slave wannabes.  I know they can't be real slaves or else
they'd be greeting their Owner properly!"  Natasha's tongue-lashing snapped the

women out of their daze.  They dropped to hands and knees, then fully prostrated

themselves,foreheads pressed to the concrete driveway at Natasha's feet.  Next,
they squirmed forward on their bellies to reverently press their lips to the
toes of their Owner's sweaty feet.
Amber took the demeaning position out of long training under Natasha's
tutelage, and Pamela simply followed her example, instinctively knowing it was
the right thing for a worthless cunt like herself to do, but not exactly
understanding
her own motivation.  She still had much to learn about being Natasha's shit
slave.

Natasha hoisted herself to sit on the hood of the SUV and then
commanded tersely, "cuntlap, cigarette."  cuntlap quickly removed a Kool
Menthol
100, a lighter, and a portable ashtray from the gym bag she was
carrying.  She lit up the cigarette, leaned forward to slip it between
the full, pouty lips of her Owner, then moved to stand to Natasha's
right, holding out the ashtray for her Owner's convenience.  Natasha
took a deep drag, exhaled with satisfaction, then said, "My feet are
all sticky and stinky from my workout.  Amber and Pamela, take off my
sandals and tongue clean my feet."

Pamela, who had never been particularly attracted to feet before
meeting Natasha, found herself overcome with lust at the thought of the
task before her.  She rose to her knees and leaned foreward to undo the
straps of the sandal on Natasha's right foot.  Handling Natasha's foot
reverently, as if it were a fragile, priceless relic, she removed the
sandal and supported the heel in her hands.  She paused to admire the
sheer beauty of Natasha's foot where it rested in her hands:  the high
graceful arch, the long slender toes with their nails painted lavender,
the soft smooth skin.  Natasha's foot was truly a work of art and
Pamela knew she was lucky to be allowed to worship such beauty.

She pressed her nose to Natasha's toes, inhaling deeply to fully
appreciate her Goddess' foot scent.  The acrid smell sent her lust into
overdrive, and she moaned as she flattened her tongue against her
Owner's soft, sweaty sole and begin lapping with long strokes, from
heel to toes.  She lapped rapidly but thoroughly, ensuring that that every
wrinkle and crease of her Owner's sole was cleansed of sweat and grime.

Next, Pamela moved on to the delightful task of tongue cleaning between
the toes.  Her tongue fully explored each crevice in turn, probing
deeply to remove every stray particle of lint and grit.

Pamela's mouth was salivating freely, making it easy to gulp down all
of the grit, lint, grime, and sweat licked from her Owner's foot.  Her
mouth became a highly efficient system for transferring the filth from
Natasha's foot down into her belly, which gave Pamela a sense of
satisfaction.  Her belly was, she realized, the proper place for any
and all filth from Natasha's sacred body.  As she worked, the task of
serving her Goddess's perfect foot claimed her undivided attention.
She could hear Amber's soft moans as she lapped away industriously over to
her right, but Pamela paid her no attention.

Presently she heard her Owner's voice, and her attention was
immediately riveted.  She heard Natasha say, "asslick, water," and
realized the command didn't concern her so returned her total concentration to
the
adoration of her Owner's foot.  A few minutes later, she heard Natasha sigh
softly in contentment as her hot, dirty feet were cleansed and comforted by two
busy slave tongues.  She felt a thrill shoot through her because she knew
she was pleasing her Owner.

Pamela was aware that her pussy was drooling freely due to her hyper
level of arousal, and that her panties were sopping wet, and doubtless
that wetness was seeping though the crotch of her tight-fitting stretch
slacks to show as a dark stain, but it didn't worry her.  Occasionally, Pamela
could hear a car pass in the street behind her, and once she heard a
group of kids shouting and laughing as they passed by on the sidewalk.

She knew that she and Amber must be putting on quite a display for the
passersby, but it didn't matter to her at all.  The only thing that
mattered was perfectly serving Natasha's foot, and her own increasing
level of lust.  She was blissed out, totally lost in a fog of
submissive ecstasy.   Pamela knew that before she had met Natasha, she
would never have allowed herself to be put in such a position, but now,
she was not only publicly on display as a
footlicking piece of shit, but her slacks were soaked through from her
sexual excitement at this degradation.

The slaves had spent ten minutes lost in their state of perfect bliss,
when Natasha judged that her feet were completely clean.  She
commanded, "Suck," then leaned back to enjoy the sensation as eager
slave lips encompassed each of her toes in turn.  After all of her toes had been

thoroughly sucked, Natasha set her slaves to a new task.  "Now, sluts, open
your
mouths wide and take in all my toes at once.  That's it. Suck harder."

She looked down with amusement as her slave's lips stretched wide
around her toes as they struggled to suck.  "OK, suck 'em in deeper.
Work those lips further up my toes.  Get your lips past the toes and around the

foot.  Now, lean your heads back.  I'm gonna shove my feet deeper into your
scum
sucking mouths so my toes are in your throats.  You may gag a little but you'll
get used to it.  You should be able to take half my foot in your mouth, and,
eventually, I will have you deep throating my entire foot."

Candidly, Natasha thought, it would be wonderful to kill one of these pieces of
shit
by causing her to choke on her foot.  Hmmpphh!  Maybe another day.

Natasha shoved her feet deeper into her slaves' oral cavities, laughing
at the degrading sight and the pitiful sounds as the slaves moaned and
gagged around her intruding feet.  "You two are so funny, but you'll
have to learn better than that.  You'll have to learn to open up so I
can fuck your throats with my toes, and you'll learn to like it.  Now,
suck harder sluts!"  Suddenly she yanked her feet free of the slave's
mouths, enjoying the look of surprise on their faces as her feet popped
free of their suctioning lips.

"Now slaves, dry your disgusting slobber off my beautiful feet.  Use
your hair, fools!  That's it shitwhores, get them completely dry.  You
should feel honored that I allow you to clean my perfect feet with your
ratty hairdos.  Now, put my sandals on."  Once the slaves had finished
strapping on her sandals Natasha jumped down from the hood.  She tied
cuntlap and asslick's leashes to the bumper of the SUV, giving them no
more thought than would have given to a couple of dogs.

She snapped her fingers, and said, "Amber, Pamela, follow." The two
slaves knew instinctively to remain on all fours.  They crawled across
the driveway to follow Natasha behind a large bush that blocked the
view from the street.  Lifting the hem of her sundress, Natasha
moved to stand with feet spread wide over the kneeling Pamela, who
gazed raptly up at Natasha's cunt.  She could see the beautiful cunt
lips glistening with moisture, and tiny droplets of sweat beaded in the
narrow landing strip of black fur that extended upward above the
junction of the dark lips.  She whimpered with awe and desire at the
sight.

"That's it slave, look up and behold your destiny.  This is the pussy
of a Superior woman.  This pussy was made to be admired, to be lusted
after, to be worshipped by a piece of shit like you.  You know that
you'd do anything to be allowed to worship this pussy."  Natasha's fingers
stroked slowly up and down her cuntlips.  Her middle finger disappeared between
the
the nether lips, then was withdrawn glistening with moisture.  Natasha held the
finger under Pamela's nostrils, who inhaled deeply and moaned with lust.
Natasha slid the finger between Pamela's lips, where it was sucked clean by the
slut
without it being ordered.

"This Superior pussy was made to ride the faces of inferior women like
you.  To ride them long and brutally hard until they are totally
surrendered to its Superiority.  Your face was made to be ridden by
Superior pussy.  You were made to serve Superior pussy.  You know, deep
down, that is your destiny.  You don't know why, but you know it's
true."  Natasha used her fingers to spread her cuntlips, exposing her
enormous clit.

"The first time you ever saw this big clitty, back in that changing
room, you knew.  This pussy was made to Rule.  This pussy is your
Ruler.  You can refuse it nothing.  This pussy makes me an Owner and
you a slave.  This pussy is why you will never be anything more than a
lowly slave.  The first thing you ever did right in your whole pathetic
life was to realize that this pussy is your Superior."

Natasha reached down and grabbed a handful of Pamela's ratty blond
hairdo.  "Pamela, I'm going to annoint you as my slave.  No kissing, no
licking, just tilt your face up and passively accept your Owner's scent
mark."  Natasha tugged the slave's hair to tilt her face up as she
moved to straddle her head.  She slid her moist cuntlips up the slave's
face, from chin to forehead, then back down again, leaving a fragrant,
slime trail of sweat and sticky vaginal secretions.

"Now, with every breath, you'll breathe in your Owner's scent.  For
right now, just kneel there and enjoy the scent of your Ruler as you
contemplate your future as my absolute and total slave."

"Amber!  You worthless shitwhore, get your face into my sweaty
asscrack.  Brown nose!  That's it, get that pert little nose deep into
my asshole.  I have a nice fart for you to enjoy.  That's it slave,
inhale every bit of my sweet fart.  Now, you're going to tongue clean
my sweaty asscrack, you lucky slave.  That's it, get it all nice and
clean.  When you've finished with that, you can clean my asscheeks, and
then move on to my sweaty, smelly twat.  Sometimes, slave, I wonder why

I'm so generous to you."

Pamela knelt and watched, taking it all in.  She knew she was Natasha's
slave and was completely owned by the gorgeous teenager, but it still
shocked her just how quickly and easily she had fallen under the the
absolute control of the sadistic teen princess.

With every breath, the scent of her Ruler filled her nasal cavities,
maintaining her hyper-aroused state.  Her twat continued to drool
freely, completely soaking crotch of her tight-fitting, stretch pants.
Her body ached from the strain of lugging around the bondage furniture,
her entire skin was coated with sweat, her hair was matted to her scalp
with sweat and saliva.  Pamela realized that she was really nothing
more than a filthy, sweaty, smelly female animal.  Like a bitch dog down on
her haunches, panting and quivering, eagerly awaiting the next command
from her Owner.

"Pamela, go inside and get on the punishment bench, face up.  Strap
your self down - your legs and one arm.  I'll be in directly to strap down
your free arm.  Then, I'm going to mount your face.  I'll ride it long
and hard.  After I've come on your slut face, I'll whip your titties,
your pussy, and finally your ass.  I'm going to punish you long and
hard, without mercy, to demonstrate that you are now totally Owned."

*******************

Pamela Grasso emerged dripping from her bath and began toweling off.
As she ran the plush towel over the contours of her slender body, she
studied her reflection in the full length mirror on the bathroom wall.

'Figure's still pretty damn good,' she mused, 'In fact, rather
exceptional for a woman of thirty-five, if I do say so myself.'  Anyone
seeing Pamela in the nude could easily guess her life story:  angelic
little girl, high school homecoming queen, regional beauty contest
winner, full time lingerie model, part time B-movie actress.  And
finally:  pampered, high-maintanance trophy wife of an obscenely
wealthy, older man.

For the past several years Pamela's chef had prepared all of her meals
according to a strict low-carb diet plan.  She endured grueling workout
sessions supervised by a personal trainer at least twice a week.  A
recent visit to an outrageously expensive, but reliably discreet, Swiss
surgical clinic, along with regular botox injections from a local
doctor, kept her face looking much the same as it had during the peak
of her modeling career, when she had been in her early twenties.  'I
could still model,' she thought, 'if, God forbid, I was really hard up for
cash.'

She carefully examined the fading bruises and angry red welts that
marred her high, firm, perky breasts.  It had been over a week since
Natasha had whipped her titties and the worst of the damage had healed,
the initial agony gradually fading to exquisite tenderness, and now to
mere soreness.  The ragged holes Natasha had pierced through her
nipples had healed shut, and would doubtless have to be redone.

Her mind flashed back to the day of her whipping.  She had begged
Natasha not to mark up her body with the whip, but Natasha had merely
laughed.  "Slave, get used to the fact that from now on your body will
always bear the marks of your Owner.  When they fade with time, I will
renew them.  They will be there to always remind you that you are
Owned. You see, I could not care less about a worthless piece of shit such as
you."

Pamela had thought the tit whipping was the maximum pain she could
possibly endure, until Natasha had begun whipping her pussy.  And even
the pussy whipping, long and drawn out and excruciating as it was,
paled in comparison to the caning Natasha had delivered to her ass.
That hadcaused her to pass out, only to be revived with cold water and smelling
salts to endure more strokes of the cane.  She turned to examine the reflection

of her still tender, heavily bruised, striped and welted
buttocks.

A shudder passed through her slender frame at the memory of the
brutality dispensed so casually by Natasha.  During the lengthy
punishment session, when she wasn't shrieking in pain, sobbing
incoherently, or piteously begging Natasha to stop, Pamela had sworn to
herself, over and over, that if she survived this punishment session,
she would never come near this crazy bitch again, much less allow
herself to be helplessly bound to a punishment bench.

However, after Natasha had finished the caning, she had done something
that completely reoriented Pamela's mind.  She had walked around the
punishment bench to stand in front of her sobbing slave, then bent over
slightly to stick her ass out at Pamela.  She had reached back with
both hands to cup the flawless white globes of her luscious ass, then
slowly spread them wide to reveal the priceless treasure of her tightly
puckered brownie.  She had graciously allowed Pamela a few moments to
gaze in wonder at the silken perfection of her buttocks and the tight
little teen asshole nestled within the valley of her buttcrack.  Then
Natasha had said, "Now slave, thank me for your punishment by
worshipping my Superior asshole."

And Pamela, hopelessly drawn to Natasha's sweet pucker as surely as a
moth is drawn to the open flame which will be its utter destruction,
had eagerly stretched her head forward and strained with her toungue to
reach her destiny in life.  Natasha had teased the slave, enjoying the
sound of her frustrated whimpering as she strained to get the tip of
her toungue in contact with the object of her desire.  Finally she had
relented, pushing her ass back into the slave's face, to allow Pamela
to seal her fate by making love to the asshole of the Owner who had
just punished her so mercilessly.

Natasha had allowed the slave to make sweet, tender, leisurely love to
her dominant young asshole.  Only occasionally snapping out an
explicit, degrading instruction, she had mostly just allowed the slave
to wallow in her ecstatic debasement.  Natasha knew the slave would come to
associate the pain of her lengthy punishment session with the
incomparable ecstasy of serving Natasha's anus.  And, as Natasha came,
with her sphincter spasming tightly around the slave's tongue, the
knowledge that Pamela was now totally Owned made her orgasm all the
sweeter.  After coming down from her orgasm, Natasha stood and turned
to face the slave.

She had proceeded to inform the slave of her destiny:  "Pamela, from
this moment on, your name is turdslurp.  Eventually, I may decide to
have turdslurp tattooed across your forehead, but to start with, you
will have turdslurp tattooed right above your pussy.  You will have the
phrase 'Owned and Operated by Goddess Natasha' tattooed on your ass, on
your right cheek.  You will have 'Goddess Natasha's Shiteater' tattooed
on your left asscheek.  You will have your tongue pierced and a stud
installed to improve your oral abilities.  You will have your clit hood
pierced and a ring installed so I can leash train you, like asslick and
cuntlap.  Amber will take you to a tattoo parlor in a week or so, when
you've healed up sufficiently.  You will, of course, pay for the
tattoos and piercings, but you will also eat out both of the fat, hairy
lesbotattoo artists to show your gratitude for permanently branding you as
my slave."

"Now, turdslurp, you may show your acceptance of your destiny in life
by reverently kissing my Superior cunt lips.  As you humbly kiss your
Ruler, contemplate the pain and total degradation of your new life as
slave turdslurp."

A knock on the bathroom door caused Pamela's mind to snap back to the
present.  Consuela, the maid, called through the door, "Pardon Miss
Pamela.  Sorry to disturb you.  Miss Amber is here to take you to an
appointment.  Something about tattoos?  She says you must leave right
away."

She used the towel to clean her thighs and pussy of the copious
discharge that had drooled out of her twat as she had relived the
events of last week in her memory.  There was a part of Pamela that hated being

slave turdslup, but she had to admit the role brought her greater sexual ecstasy
than
she had ever known.  In fact, it was the greatest thrill of her life, being a
shit slut, a lesbo
scat whore and being owned by a teenager's cunt and asshole.  She shivered as
she thought
of what she had become.   She rapidly dressed and hurried down to
meet Amber and the next step in her fate and destiny.

*******

Pamela had always had a strong distaste for diesel dykes:  their greasy
masculine appearance, their lack of proper makeup and grooming, their
pathetic taste in clothes, their crude manners and swaggering bearing.

For all those reasons, along with the fact that most of them she had
encountered were at least somewhat overweight, Amber dreaded meeting
the proprietors of the tattoo parlor.

As Amber led her into the shop, she could see that her stereotypes were
once again confirmed.  The smiling woman who stepped forward in
greeting loomed over them by at least six inches.  Pamela guessed that she was
somewhere in her middle forties.  She was a heavy woman - not obese,
but burly - with big, beefy arms.  She was dressed in a grimy t-shirt, bib
overalls, and workboots.  Her short, greasy, black hair was slicked
back from her face, in the style of a man from the fifties.  'She looks like
a truckdriver,' Amber thought.  'Duh -- maybe that's why they're called
*diesel* dykes.'

"Hey Amber.  And this must be Pamela Grasso.  Hey there Pamela, I'm Big
Mary," she boomed out cheerfully, reaching out to take Pamela's slender
hand, crushing it in her powerful grasp.  "Now, doncha worry 'bout a
thing, hon.  Natasha called ahead and gave us the lowdown.  We'll have
you all fixed up by the end of the day.  Alma!  We have a customer."

A second bull dyke emerged from a back room of the shop, and Pamela
could see that she perfectly fit every single one of her negative
stereotypes.  Pamela guessed her age to be mid-thirties.  An enormously
rotund, pale-skinned, red-haired woman, holding a cup of coffee, a
cigarette dangling from one side of her thin, bloodless lips.  Her pale
countenance was marred by several moles.  The mole on her chin appeared
to have several reddish hairs sprouting from it.  'God that's
repulsive,' Pamela thought.  'What a totally unattractive woman.'

About the same height as Amber and Pamela, who both stood about
five-foot-five, she easily outweighed both of them put together.  She
was dressed similarly to Big Mary, but with great, bulging rolls of fat
distending her t-shirt and hanging over the edges of her bib overalls.

Her bare arms were swathed in a thick layer of blubber, tapering
sleekly from the bulging sleeves of her t-shirt to incongruously small, pale
hands.

"Pamela, this is Alma, co-owner of this humble establishment.  Alma,
meet Pamela Grasso."

"Oh goody," Alma said, eyeing Pamela lasciviously from head to toe.
"Another of Natasha's sluts to use and abuse."

"Now, now Alma - it's not every day we have a movie star in our little
shop."

"Movie star?  I've never heard of her."

"Pamela Grasso, formerly known as Miss Pamela Berkeley, starred in
'Return of the Chainsaw Hookers' and 'Biker Sluts in Heat 4,' amongst
others.  By the way, Pamela, I just loved that scene in 'Chainsaw
Hookers' where you castrated that obnoxious deputy sheriff with your
trusty Husquvara."

Pamela hated it when people found out she had starred in B-movies.
That was over fifteen years ago, when she was young and naive, still hoping
to work her way up into a movie career with the major studios.  Now
that she was the respectable trophy wife of a wealthy man, she preferred
that her movie career be consigned to the past.  Her friends and
aquaintances knew better than to bring up the topic.  However, when found out
she
usually tried to be gracious.  "Thanks so much Big Mary.  Yes, I always
thought that was one of the best scenes of my movie career, such as it
was."

Alma laughed derisively.  "I've got an idea for a movie.  Stuck-up,
blonde cunt of a has-been movie actress gets down on her skinny knees
and services the glorious, red-haired pussy of a Big Beautiful Woman.
Starring you and me, sweety.  Filming today, on location, in this very
shop."

Pamela was struck speechless by the sheer effrontery of the woman.
Alma, a big grin plastered on her face, held out a cell phone to
Pamela.  "Before you embarass yourself, sweety, you'd better listen to
this voicemail from Goddess Natasha."

Pamela wordlessly accepted the phone and raised it to her ear.
"Pamela!" Natasha's recorded voice snapped.  "No, that's no longer your
name.  Henceforth you are turdslurp.  For the rest of the day,
turdslurp, you are totally under the control of Big Mary and Alma.  You
will do *whatever* they tell you, including licking their hairy pussies
and assholes, and allowing yourself to be whipped and fucked.  Whatever
they tell you to do, you do, including full toilet service if they so
desire."

"At the end of the day, I'll be calling them to check up on your
behavior.  If I don't get a good report from them, believe me, you'll
regret it.  That light punishment session you got last week is nothing
compared to what I'll do to you if you misbehave.  Also, they can call
me any time during the day if they have any problems with you.  Don't
make me come down there to straighten you out, because I promise you
that you'll regret it for the rest of your life."  An ashen-faced
Pamela numbly handed the phone back to Alma.  The stark reality of what being
Owned by Natasha really meant to her was just beginning to sink in.

Alma gave a superior smirk to the visibly shaken blonde slut as she
pocketed the phone in her overalls.  "All right sluts, for the rest of
the day, I am your Mistress Alma.  You will obey my, and Mistress
Mary's, instructions fully and promptly.  You will start by stripping
completely, both of you.  Now!"

**************

Alma lolled back on her cot in nude, Rubinesque splendor, her columnar
thighs spread wide.  But no, Alma was just Rubinesque, she was obscenely fat,
grossly overweight, Pamela didn't find her attractive at all, but Pamela, who
had
serviced a few tubbos thought the extra weight sexy. Her upper torso was propped
up on several pillows,
her immense, blue-veined, pink-nippled, pendulous breasts draped across
her flabby torso.  Great, pale rolls of fat flowed off the midsection
of her body onto the mattress of the cot.

She was simultaneously smoking a cigarette, eating sweets, drinking
coffee, and having her pussy eaten.  Amber knelt at the head of the
cot, alternately feeding the Mistress bites of creme-filled donut and sips
of sweet coffee.  Pamela knelt beside the middle of the cot, her face
buried between the heavy thighs, struggling mightily to stimulate her
BBW Mistress without suffocating in the rolls of fat and the tangled
growth of pugently-scented, red hair that surrounded her pussy.

"Sweety, you've got a lot to learn about muff diving.  Get in there
deeper and really go to work on my clitty."  She sighed softly, then
took a drag off her cigarette.  "That's better slut.  As you lick my
glorious puss-puss, remember that I'm going to be running a needle in
and out of your skin for several hours today.  Then, I'll be piercing
your tongue and your clitty.  All of that can hurt a little, or a lot,
depending on my mood.  Trust me, slut, you want me in a good mood.
Now, concentrate on giving me a good O.  Remember sweety, it's all about the
O."  Alma giggled at her little witticism.

"Amber, more coffee.  And get another donut while you're up.  Pamela,
sweety, after you've finished eating my pussy, you'll be rewarded with
what feels like about a quart-and-a-half of my wonderful, bitter coffee
piss.  Then, after you've swallowed all of my golden wine, we'll get
started with the needle."

******************

Pamela had never felt so completely demoralized.  Strapped down to an
exam table, unable to move anything except her head, her feet securely
fastened in stirrups which spread her legs wide, leaving her pussy
exposed completely for whatever the dykes decided to do to it.  Her
mouth was foul with the taste of Alma's pungent BBW pussy juice and her
bitter coffee urine.

Swallowing Alma's golden wine had been especially revolting.  Alma had
laughed as she looked down at the stupid blonde twat, down on her knees
between her thighs, frantically gasping and swallowing to keep up with
the copious flow.  "Been saving up this golden wine all morning,
sweety, just for you."  By the time she had finished pissing, the slender
blonde's belly was distended by the large volume of urine.  "I just
love filling the belly of a skinny, blond cunt like you with my glorious
pee.  And don't bother asking for water.  You aren't allowed any water.
 I want you to fully appreciate the taste of my gift for the next
several hours."  Although she had burped up mouthfuls of urine several times,
she had fought back her nausea to swallow it again and had managed to
keep it down.  The consequences of vomiting up this BBW's urine were
too terrible to contemplate.

Alma had already tattooed her new identity, 'turdslurp,' just above her
denuded pussy, in bright crimson letters.  Alma really was good at her
job, Pamela admitted to herself.  It hadn't hurt as much as she'd
feared.  Big Mary came bustling into the room, whistling cheerfully.
"OK, Pamela, or perhaps I should call you, turdslurp.  But that's such
a nasty name for such a beautiful woman, I think we'll stick with Pamela.
I'll be piercing your clit, Pamela.  Alma is occupied with Amber at the
moment, and besides, I'm more experienced at piercing.  Naturally your
tongue piercing will be the last thing we do, 'cause after we do that
your tounge will be out of action for a while.  And, there are still
plenty of things for your tongue to do today."

She seated herself on a low stool and wheeled it forward to the exam
table.  "Mmmmm, such a beautiful little pussy.  Pamela, I just had a
feeling that your pussy would be as outstandingly beautiful as the rest
of you, and I was right.  Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your
pussy is, Pamela?"

"Uh, no Mistress Mary, no one has ever told me that.  One of my
boyfriends told me it was 'hot,' but never beautiful."

"Well, you've been told now.  Believe me, Pamela, I'm a connesieur of
fine pussy, and your pussy is fine indeed.  You're a beautiful, slender
little woman with a beautiful little pussy.  I just love slender
natural blondes and their pussies.  There's just somthing about pussy lips
framed in light blond hair that really gets to me.  Now, don't you
worry Pamela, I've pierced hundreds of clitties, and when I've finished I'm
sure you'll be satisfied with the result.  The piercing will only serve
to enhance your natural beauty, and it will make your clitty much more
sensitive to stimulation."  Then, to Pamela's surprise, she felt Big
Mary's lips and tongue begin exploring her genitals.

"Ummmmm.  You taste so good Pamela.  Your natural taste and smell are
wonderful.  Just relax and let me give you a good O.  You'll be coming
on my tongue several times before I get around to piercing your
clitty."  Pamela felt a long finger enter her and begin probing the
forward surface of her vaginal passage.  In only a short time she was
feeling sensations she had never experienced as Big Mary stimulated her
clitty and G-spot simultaneously.  Pamela had had her pussy eaten
before, not by her husband, but by an ex-boyfriend.  He had got her off
that way a few times.  But, compared to Big Mary, it was obvious that
he had been totally clueless about pussy eating.

Big Mary expertly brought her to the edge of climax then backed off,
reducing the stimulation, leaving her writhing and whimpering in
frustration.  Then, she repeated the whole process, again and again.
When she finally allowed Pamela to come, the orgasm was shattering,
like nothing she had ever felt.  She shrieked and bucked against the straps
in ecstasy, but it didn't end there.  Big Mary brought her to a series
of mind-blowing back-to-back orgasms, demonstrating that female
multiple orgasms were not a myth, but very much a reality of lesbian loving.
When it was over, Pamela was totally spent, nearly unconscious, her
muscles completely limp.

"Mmmmmm.  Pamela, your girlcum is sweeter than the finest wine.  You
have such a treasure hidden between your legs.  I could happily spend
the rest of my life with my face between your lovely thighs."

Pamela laid there in contentment as Big Mary licked the girlcum off her
pussy and thighs, even cleaning her asscrack and her tight little
rosebud.  She felt her asshole open to accept Big Mary's tongue, which
worked in and out several times before withdrawing.  'My God,' she
thought drowsily, 'why didn't anyone ever tell me about this.  I've
gone through thirty-five years of my life never knowing that it was possible
to feel this good.  Guess maybe I had the wrong idea about diesel
dykes.'

She felt a sudden pressure against her anus.  "Hon, just relax and let
it slide in.  It'll feel better once it's all the way inside, I
promise.  That's it, almost all the way in.  Good girl.  I want your
back entrance to be nice and loose for later on.  Now, let's get you
cleaned up, pierce you, and insert your ring.  It'll all be over in a
few minutes."

********************************************

Pamela was down on hands and knees, the large butt plug still
stretching her back passage wide, a powerful vibrator buzzing away deep inside
her
pussy.  Her clitty still stung from being pierced and ringed, but not
that badly.  She had been surprised at how quickly the procedure had
gone.  After examing the mess Natasha had made of piercing Pamela's
nipples the previous week, Big Mary had clucked her disapproval and
offered to install a nice pair of nipple rings.  That had gone smoothly
too, and Pamela rather liked the look of her new nipple rings.

She stared at Big Mary's cunt, which was spread wide before her.  Big
Mary's cunt, like the rest of her, was big.  Big, pendulous cuntlips,
or as Mary called them, mudflaps.  Big vaginal opening, and and a big
thatch of long, heavy, black pubic hair which surrounded the cunt on
all sides, trailing down from the bottom junction of her cuntlips into her
asscrack.  Even her clitty was big.  'But not as big as Natasha's
clitty,' Pamela thought, 'my Owner's clitty is truly amazing.'
Although Pamela didn't find Big Mary attractive, she wasn't repulsed at the
idea
of going down on her, as she had been with Alma.

She could hear Alma in the other room, snapping out commands at Amber.

"Work that tongue in deeper, you skinny, little blonde whore!"  The
commands were punctuated by cracks of a whip on Amber's flesh, and and
occasional yelps of pain from Amber.  Like Natasha, Alma really got off
on dominating and degrading beautiful women.  Although in Alma's case,
a big part of the motivation was envy, and perhaps revenge for slights
she had suffered at the hands of beautiful women throughout her life.

Big Mary reached out her large hands to grasp the sides of Pamela's
head.  She guided the blonde's face into her spread pussy, then settled
back to enjoy the slut's tongue work.  "Mmmm," she murmured, "That's
it, hon.  Yeah, right there.  Slow down just a little.  Good girl - keep
doing just what you're doing until I tell you otherwise.  You know, I
just love the sight of a blonde eating my black-haired pussy.  The
contrasting hair color is beautiful.  OK, speed up a little.  A little
bit faster.  OK, that's it.  Oh, you beautiful little slut, I'm coming
on your tongue."

Pamela kept licking, eagerly lapping up and swallowing Big Mary's
copious discharge, until she was startled out of her contented state by
the crack of a whip across her back.  She shrieked in startled pain,
her voice muffled by Big Mary's meaty pussy and heavy thighs.  Big Mary's
hands maintained their grip on her head, easily trapping Pamela's face
in place against her pussy.  The whip fell several more times across
her back, then she felt her butt plug being yanked out.  She felt a nozzle
intrude into her sensitive asshole, followed by an large injection of
something cold.  The nozzle withdrew and she could feel something cold
and slimy drooling down her asscrack and thighs.

Next came pressure against her anal ring.  'God,' she thought,
'whatever it is, it feels huge.  It'll rip me apart.'  The pressure mounted
until
Pamela cried out.  "Please!  Stop!  It's too big!  It'll never go in!"

But, the dykes paid no attention to Pamela's entreaties.  They couldn't
understand her muffled voice, in any event.

Suddenly, the head of the dildo popped past Pamela's anal ring and the
pain lessened somewhat.  Slowly, but remorslessly, the huge dildo
intruded into her shit chute, pushing past her inner ring of muscles,
then deep into her rectum.  Pamela whimpered into Big Mary's pussy as
she felt the full extent of the invasion.  The anal intruder paused,
giving Pamela's rectum time to adjust to it's presence, then slowly
withdrew.  The process was repeated several times, working a little
deeper each time, until Pamela felt something cold pushing against her
buttocks.  Pamela realized that she was now taking the full length of
the dildo, and that it didn't hurt as much as it had.

Alma spoke, for the first time since starting her anal invasion.
"Sweety, I'm about to give you the best fuck you've ever had.  I just
love fucking the tight asshole of a beautiful, skinny whore like you.
Nothing teaches a stuck-up, blond slut her new station in life as well
as a good ass fucking.  I'm going to fuck you hard, for a long time,
until I come.  As you are fucked, you will eat Big Mary's pussy.  Trust
me sweety, you're about to have once of the best experiences of your until now
pathetic life."

Alma took hold of Pamela's hips and began fucking her overstretched
asshole, working the big dildo in and out, slowly at first, then
speeding up gradually until she found her natural rhythym.  Then she
began increasing the force of the strokes.  The back end of the dildo
punched against her aroused clitty with every stroke in, then pulled
away with every withdrawal.  Soon she was slamming the dildo home,
pushing Pamela's face firmly into Big Mary's meaty pussy on every
stroke.

Pamela grunted with each stroke, trying to continue her pussy licking,
but the force of the ass fucking she was enduring made that nearly
impossible.  At some point, Pamela realized that the ass fucking wasn't
as painful as it had been.  As the massive redhead behind her pounded
away remorselessly at her asshole, driving her face into the spread
pussy in front of her over and over, at some point the sensations had
changed from bad to good.  The relentless, repeated stretching and
contraction of her rectum began to produce a heat that spread into her
pussy.  It merged with the sensation of the vibrator buzzing away in
her cunny and the stinging of newly pierced clitty and nipples, to produce
an overwhelming level of arousal, moving Pamela inexorably towards the
big O.

Alma released her hold on Pamela's hips and reached around to grab her
tits.  Pamela could feel the big redhead's fat belly pressing against
her back as her pert little tits were squeezed, hard.  Then Alma began
to use Pamela's titties as leverage, to drive the dildo home even
harder.

Alma taunted her victim, speaking one word for each remorseless stroke
of her strapon dildo into the slender blonde's overstretched asshole.
"Stuckup -- skinny -- blond -- bitch --  gonna -- come -- fuckin' --
your -- tight -- little -- asshole -- and -- you -- know -- you -- love -- it
-- turdslurp."

Alma drove the dildo home one final time, the force of it pressing
against her engorged clitty sending her over the edge to her big O.  As
she came, her hands clamped down on Pamela's sensitve titties,
producing a sudden burst of sharp pain from the newly pierced nipples.  That was

all it took to send Pamela over the edge.  She came intensely, her
moans muffled by Big Mary's pussy, her body spasming in helpless surrender to
the force of Alma's assault on her rectum and nipples.

************

Big Mary handed Pamela back her Visa Gold Card, then gave each woman a
printed sheet of instructions.  "Just follow the instructions ladies,
and you shouldn't have any problems.  Both of you should be completely
healed within a month.  Call and schedule an appointment in about two
weeks.  I want to check out your clit piercings, if you know what I
mean.  Actually, I can hardly wait to taste those sweet little cunnies
again.  Anytime you feel the urge, feel free to drop on by.  Whatever
I'm doing, I'll make time in my schedule to give both of your lovely
little cunnies the total devotion they deserve."

"Pamela, in two weeks, that bruising on your butt should have faded
sufficiently that we can tattoo 'Owned and Operated by Goddess Natasha'
and 'Goddess Natasha's Shiteater' on your asscheeks.  Wouldn't feel
right doing it with your ass as bruised up as it is today.  Every
tattoo that goes out of this shop carries our reputation with it.  Don't
worry, I already left a message for Natasha on her voicemail."

She escorted Pamela and Amber to the door, each of her hands cupped
around the pert ass of a slender blonde.  "Got to give credit where
it's due,  That Natasha has a real talent for capturing prime slave flesh.
You two are the most beautiful pair of women I've ever had in this
shop."

Big Mary released her hold on the slaves' buttocks, to smack them
playfully across their asses.  "Get along now, sluts.  See you next
week at Natasha's birthday party."