He heard the front door open and a tingle of titilation went through
him. Then she stepped into the living room : a gorgeous creature with
long dark hair. She stood with hands on hips, watching him finish his
tasks, clad in the white silk blouse and neat black skirt she had worn
that day to the office where she was a rising young executive. She had
a look of disapproval on her face as she stepped across the freshly
vaccuumed carpet and dropped into an easy-chair.

“I’m tired, Joe,” she sighed. “it’s been a hard day, one conference
after another. And some of my underlings are no better than you.
Inefficient. I have to do everything myself.” He nodded, shutting off
the vaccuum cleaner as she motioned for him to set it aside and come
to her. “Remove my shoes,” she snapped, “and then massage my feet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, hurrying over and addressing her in the
form she most liked to hear. It thrilled him just to say those words,
the submissive words of a love slave, and he was soon on his knees at
her feet.

With a feeling of reverence mixed with growing passion, Joe lifted
one of the feet Stephanie offered him and caressed the well-polished
shoe. He removed it,setting it aside, then took the stockinged foot
in the palm of his hands. This was the finest prize he could imagine
as he stroked the smooth foot, admired the perfect form, then bent to
bestow a worshipful kiss.

Stephanie moved forward in the chair, raising her black skirt as she
did so,then parting her legs. “Get your head between my thighs,
Slave,” she ordered him, “and eat my pussy.”

It was involuntary movement as Joe nodded in submission, setting down
her foot to bend his body towards his wife. As she moved closer to the
edge of the chair he pressed his face between the smooth, white pillars
of her thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of her passion. His
lips touched the soft mat of pubic curls that covered the clefted little
mound of her pussy and the fragrance of her juices increased so strongly
that he suddenly thrust his tongue deep into her cunt and swallowed her
juices. The more Joe licked his wifes pussy, the hotter it felt and her
juices were flowing even more. He could hear her softly moaning above
him as he lapped away in her marvelous twat.

He felt her quiver with a mild orgasm, and when that had passed he
heard her speak. “Undress me, Joe,” she commanded; and it was an order
that never failed to excite him further.

He came up from between her thighs with trembling fingers and reached
or the buttons that ran down the front of her white silk blouse. He
undid them carefully, seeing the bulging white curves of her breasts as
the garment parted. She stood, nearly kicking him aside as she did so,
and let the blouse fall over the soft curves of her shoulders. Her
large, shapely breasts jiggled enticingly as he stared up at them. He
put his moist fingers in the waistband of her black skirt, then pulled
it down over her slender ankles, and she stood before him nearly naked,
wearing only a black and red garter belt and the nylon stockings it
suspended.

“Get my red negligee, Slave, “Stephanie said.

“Yes, mistress,” he replied gladly, scrambling for the bedroom, his
cock a stiff stick in his pants, impeding his progress.

He returned with her finest negligee; and as he stood tall in the
middle of the living room he placed it reverently over her voluptuous
body. In her high heels she seemed to tower over him, her perfect
breasts bobbing beneath the see-through material of her negligee. The
rest they were able to do without speech, and soon Stephanie was seated
on their tan leather couch, legs and negligee parted, feet propped up
for comfort.

Joe knew what to do without being told. As Stephanie leaned back,
relaxing after her hard days work, her husband knelt between her legs
and pressed his aching mouth to the split mound of her pussy. His
tongue was like a flicking snake, caressing up and down the inner lips
of her pussy, then stimulating the pink nubbin of her clit. He had her
moaning with pleasure as he lapped the juices from deep inside her wet
pussy.

When they were done, she ordered him to stand; and that’s when she
noticed the stiffness of his rod. It tented out the front of his slacks,
poking up the white apron that covered his front.

“Drop you pants,” she ordered in a scolding tone of voice. “Look at
that lump in your pants, it’s disgraceful.”

Afire with lust and excitement, Joe undid the buckle of his belt,
unzipped his pants and slowly lowered them to the floor. His rod sprang
free, huge and stiff and wavering in front of the tall imperious woman.
Stripping for her always excited him, made him feel somehow like a little
boy dropping his drawers before a beautiful woman teacher.

Once his pants were off, Stephanie rose and stood over him in her high
heeled shoes. He knelt, looked up at the spread lips of her pussy and
quickly went to work. His tongue was moving as rapidly as a piston in a
stock car as he licked her cunt lips up and down, then stimulated her
clit some more. When she had come, she ordered him to the couch, where
he sat with his rod sticking straight up from his naked lap.

She came to him and straddled his legs, parting her thighs widely as
she settled into his lap. His huge cock poked apart the delicate lips of
her pussy, and as she lowered her body to his the entire shaft of his
cock slid up her sheath. She rode slowly up and down on his dick, fucking
him, arousing him madly. His prick was so long that her upstroke brought
her from his lap to nearly a standing position, and when she went back
down again to engulf his bone, she shuddered from the feeling.

She fucked him like that till she wanted some different stimulation on
the inside of her pussy, then carefully worked her way around till her
back was to him. Obediently he sat there letting his wife control the
movements of the fuck, his rod a stiff pole for his wifes pleasure.

When she was through using him in that manner she rose off him, his
huge cock drawing slowly out of the wet slit of her cunt. She perched
on the arm of the couch and ordered him to rise. Joe got up, his rod
sticking straight out, and he swung around in front of her. Then, as she
sat with one foot propped up, she had him stand in between her thighs,
probe into her pussy with the long shaft of his cock, and then fuck
gently in and out of her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure, sighing
with another orgasm, as he stroked in and out of her hot, tight hole.

“Now I want you to really fuck me good, husband,” she said with a
pleased smile as he drew his rod from her pussy.

She got up and went to the couch, positioning herself on her hands
and knees. Joe knew what to do. This was one of the most exciting ways
for them to fuck, a position that thrilled them both. He sat on the
couch behind her, his rod between her thighs and into the tight channel
of her pussy from the rear. Gripping her waist, he began to slide into
her. His cock filled her whole tightly, the hotly lubricated channel of
her sweet young cunt.

He fucked her again and again, till she came loudly, then dropped flat
to the couch. She was on her stomach for a long while, and when she awoke
it was to order him into the bedroom.

Their bed chamber was a seductive room, with rust-hued walls and a
gorgeous bronze-like bedspread. They were quickly naked, except for
Stephanies garter belt and nylons, then lounged on the large bed. She
wanted some more of that doggie-style fucking that Joe was giving her
on the couch, so she got on her hands and knees and ordered him to fuck
her. Gladly, her husband got in behind her on the bed on his knees and
stuck his rod up her cunt from behind. Then he shoved it in and out,
battering her shapely buttocks with his loins as he fucked her harder
and harder.

When he withdrew, Stephanie rolled over onto her back, pulling him on
top of her. His body was coated with sweat, his forehead beaded with
dewy perspiration and his rod as stiff as it had ever been in his life
as he mounted her. She tossed her head, moaning softly as he felt his
dick penetrate the soft barrier of her pussy. He was over her like a
real man now, aroused again to a fever pitch of maddened lust. He was
pounding his cock into her tight hole, fucking into her as hard as he
could, pistoning his pole as rapidly as possible.

He knew he couldn’t hold his come much longer, and even though he
jerked his dick out of her pussy in an effort to control it, he shot
off all over her stomach and everywhere. Stephanie loved it as she
felt burst after hot burst of his sticky cum splatter on her belly
and tits.

They lay panting on the bed for some time, then rose and went to the
bathroom where they both washed themselves clean. They returned to the
bed chamber, as Stephanie threw on her negligee again. Together, they lay
in each others arms on the soft, bronzed bedspread, talking about the
lovemaking that had gone on before. They both agreed that it had been
good, at least as good as any time in the past. And the more they talked,
the more aroused they became again.

Joe’s cock wasn’t hard enough for him to fuck her again, but there was
another way he could please his wife, and he suggested it! (Major
accomplishment here, everyone give him a big hand). Soon she was on her
back on the bed, her negligee wide open, her thighs spread to bare her
pussy. Joe got on his stomach between her legs and pressed his lips to
her cunt lips. Soon he was sucking gently, and it wasn’t long before she
was quaking from another orgasm. He continued his pleasant task, till
Stephanie laid back, still and satisfied.

Then Joe turned over onto his back, his dick semi-hard, fairly begging
to be sucked back to full length. When his wife roused from the wonderful
stupor induced by his cunt-lapping, she got over his cock and fiddled with
it. The more she played with it the harder it got, till finally she slid
her lips over the head. It swelled up in her mouth, hardening as she
sucked,and in time her lips were gliding up and down the length of his
raging hard-on. She sucked for a long time, because he was able to control
himself for quite a while.

At last he came, shooting off and hitting the roof of her mouth with
his cum. She parted her lips, letting the stuff roll out. She loved the
taste of Joe’s cum in her mouth, loved the sensation of the stuff rolling
over her lower lip.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed
her bag of toys and led me down to the basement where we had
stored my famous torture stool. Once there she put leather cuffs
on my wrists and fastened them behind my back. She dragged the
stool out to the center of the basement play area and sat me in
it. Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw
eyes about 7′ off the floor on the walls on either side of the
stool I was sitting in. The other ends of the ropes had snap
hooks which she attached to the cuffs on my wrists after releas-
ing them from behind my back. As she tightened the ropes, draw-
ing my arms up and out, I began to get the idea, she wanted to be
able to get to the areas under my arms and along the sides of my
chest. She seemed proud of her little innovation and I knew I
was in trouble. Using two more lengths of rope, she bound my
ankles back along the sides of the stool as high as she could.
It was hard to keep from swaying forward but she soon had a fix
for that. She put a 3″ wide leather strap across my back below
my shoulder blades, ran it under my arms, over my shoulders and
buckled it behind my head. Standing on the rungs of the stool,
she attached a length of rope to an overhead screw eye and then
tied the other end to the D ring on the strap across my back.
She attached another piece of rope to the D-ring but just let it
hang behind me. Now I was curious, I was certain she was going
to attach it to the back of the stool to hold me down as I had
done with her.

My repeated questions earned me a piece of tape over my
mouth. Now that I was quite helpless to change the course of the
evening she promised me that my ordeal would be something that I
wouldn’t soon forget. She slowly removed her clothes while
fondling my body and stroking my pussy. When she was completely
naked, and had driven me to the brink of orgasm, she picked up my
10″ dildo and pulled a directors chair over in front of me and
sat in it. She told me that if I squirmed around and brought
myself to orgasm that my next orgasm would be with her working on
my breasts with a riding crop. Sliding down into the chair, she
put her legs up over the arm rests presenting me with a good view
of her pussy. While I watched she slowly worked the dildo into
her pussy and began fucking herself with it while fingering her
clit. As she worked on herself she went into vivid detail about
what it was going to be like to be tickle tortured in my current
position. I was beginning to wonder how good an idea it was to
let her tie me this way, my earlier excitement was giving way to
a feeling of apprehension. It wasn’t long before she had brought
herself to orgasm. When she had calmed down she got out of the
chair, picked up a small wooden dowel and came over to me holding
up the moist dildo and telling me that it was now my turn. She
reached under the stool and I felt the dildo slid up under me
until the tip was touching my pussy lips. Using two fingers to
part my pussy lips, she worked the dildo into me until I thought
it wouldn’t go any further then she pushed it a little deeper.
Taking the dowel, she pinned the dildo into place on the under-
side of the stool. I now knew what she had felt like when I had
put her into this position, every move I made caused my muscles
to grip the dildo that was impaling me. She laughed at the
expression on my face and told me that that was just a start.

From her bag of toys she removed a gag with a 6″ dildo on it,
the gag was designed to go in the mouth and leave the dildo free
to be used for fucking. At first I couldn’t see why she would
use a gag like that on me since I was in no position to use the
dildo on her. Then out came the tube of KY and as she began
greasing the dildo my stomach dropped out. She was going to put
it in my ass! I knew it was useless but I screamed and struggled
anyway. She seemed to love my reaction and with a wicked grin
she moved around behind me carrying the greased dildo. I tried
to rock my weight back so she couldn’t get to my asshole but she
put her weight into me and forced me to lean forward then I felt
the cold tip of the dildo enter my ass. I knew from experience
that fighting it would only make it hurt more so I stopped my
struggling and relaxed and let her slid the dildo into my ass.
When she had it completely in me she used a leather thong to tie
the gag to the top of the stool. She then tied the rope hanging
from the D ring to the back leg of the stool while explaining to
me that she was leaving plenty of slack so I would get the full
effect of both dildos moving in and out of me when I raised up
off the stool. I was now completely stuffed, I could feel the
two dildos rubbing against each other within my body. My feeling
of dread was rapidly increasing, I could still vividly remember
Alex bouncing around on the dildo while I tickled her. She stood
in front of me now and admired her work then she told me she
wanted me to know what it was going to be like when I struggled
and reached forward and tickled my ribs. I had never been fucked
in my ass and pussy at the same time before and the feeling of
both dildos moving in and out of me as I jumped was like nothing
I imagined. She said I should see the look on my face when I
moved then she produced a long feather and placed it in the
directors chair in front of me. She peeled the tape off my
mouth, stepped up on a rung on the stool and kissed me then
pointed to the feather and said “Think about it lover”. I was
already begging as she left the basement.

She gave me a while to think about what was going to happen
as I had done with her. The time alone was quite effective, it
gave me an opportunity to see just how helpless I was and to
think about all the things she could do to me in this position.
I tried to work my wrists out of the cuffs but she had been
careful to tighten them correctly and every move I made reminded
me of the dildos that were in me. When she returned she told me
she wasn’t going to gag me yet. She wanted to hear me scream the
way she had screamed and when I got too loud she would use the
same technique I did with the inflatable gag. Then she remarked
that I seemed to be sweating a little, was I nervous? Using the
long feather she started at the insides of my knees and, despite
my pleading, quickly worked her way up my inner thighs. By the
time she had reached my stomach my eyes were watering so much I
couldn’t see, I was laughing hysterically and bouncing around on
the dildos that impaled me. Before she could get to my ribs I
had my first orgasm and thought I was going to pass out. At this
point she stopped and got out the inflatable gag. She made a
show of making sure it was fully deflated while reminding me that
I had tortured her through six orgasms and that I still had 5 to
go. I refused to let her put the gag in my mouth and tried to
bargain with her, if she would remove the dildo from my ass I’d
let her gag me. This didn’t work very well, she stepped around
behind me and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my head back
until she could force the gag in. After strapping the gag on she
changed to a short stiff feather and started in on my ribs. I
had completely lost any sense of time, all I was aware of was the
feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm pits, the
dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body
and my screams. After pumping up the gag a little she got a good
laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass
cheeks and the crack of my ass. Finally she changed to a small
paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we
had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully fill my mouth
and let me know that she hadn’t forgot about my feet and toes.
When she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn’t
think straight, I couldn’t scream through the gag and I couldn’t
control the spasms running through my body. My eyes were so
teared that I couldn’t see, my awareness was limited to the brush
traveling over my feet, the dildos moving inside me, the uncon-
trollable spasms running through me, sweat running off my body
and blurs of color in front of my eyes.

The torture seemed to go on forever, when she stopped again I
wasn’t sure how many orgasms I had had but I knew I had had
several violent ones. When my eyes cleared she was standing in
front of me watching me. She ran her hands over my sweaty body
and told me that she had one other torment in mind for me and
that my fighting her attempts to gag me had convinced her that
she should use it. She untied the small dildo from the stool and
removed it from my ass then she unpinned the larger one and slid
it out of me. I was getting quite sore and I was glad to have
the dildos removed but I was afraid of what she might have in
mind for me. Alex has her sadistic spells as I have my masochis-
tic ones and I was certain she was planning to cause me some
pain. Out of her bag of toys she produced a Japanese sewing
clamp to which she attached a short leather thong then she at-
tached a spring and a large weight to the other end of the thong.
She held the clamp with its attachments up in front of my eyes
and asked me if I remembered how she had used this on me before.
Nodding “yes”, I closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was
next. When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn’t
help but remember the time she had tied me standing spread eagle
and attached a clamp with a weighted spring to my clit then
whipped me. She was very gentle when she closed the clamp on my
clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung
off the edge of the stool. But I knew that when I started to
struggle again the bouncing weight would take its toll on my
clit. I knew she was going to whip me but I wasn’t prepared for
the doubled up piece of neoprene tubing that she produced from
her bag. It had been a while since she had really inflicted
heavy pain on me, this was going to be one of those times.

Though I knew what to expect from a whipping, I wasn’t ready
for the pain the tubing could inflict. When the first lash
landed across the exposed part of my ass I think I screamed
louder than ever before. Everytime I jerked from a lash of the
whip, my clit would be mercilessly tugged by the bouncing weight
and spring. She delivered a total of ten lashes across my ass
while telling me how much my struggles and muffled screams excit-
ed her. When she stepped around in front of me I could see that
she was working on her clit with her left hand and I knew she
would work me over until she came. She brushed my left breast
with the tubing and smiled as I frantically shook my head “no”.
When the first lash landed on my breast it triggered one of the
most violent orgasms I think I’ve ever had. I don’t remember
struggling very much while she continued whipping my breasts, I
just remember the sound of the whip, the pain in my breasts and
my screaming. She had delivered eight slow lashes, five to my
left breast and three to my right, before she brought herself to
orgasm and collapsed into the chair in front of me. I think the
weighted clamp on my clit was wasted at this point, I hardly
noticed its tugging during the whipping, all my senses were
centered on the impact of the tubing with my breasts. Having
your breasts whipped with a small diameter plastic tube is some-
thing a woman will not easily forget, hardly any marks are left
but the pain is tremendous.

When Alex had recovered, she removed the clamp from my clit,
the gag from my mouth and took me down off the stool. I was so
weak and sore I could hardly walk. She helped me up the stairs
and put me into a hot bath while she cleaned up downstairs and
took a shower in the other bathroom. When she returned she
dragged me out of the bath, helped me dry off then took me to
bed. That was several days ago and I’m still sore from the
ordeal she put me through. As I said before, I’m not much into
inflicting pain on Alex but I’m considering giving her a taste of
her own medicine. I’m still looking for a few good ideas but now
I’m willing to consider things that are a little more sadistic
than tickling although probably nothing too serious. Any good
ideas out there??

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Part One

Casey was elated as she dumped her luggage beside her bunk.
After hearing about life in the marines all her life, she was
finally going to be a part of it.

She looked down the long row of bunk beds in the narrow
barracks.

Unlike normal trainees, she and half a dozen other young women
were being brought into a platoon sized group that had already been
in training for several weeks. She and the others, already knew
enough of the beginning work from summer training they had
undertaken before this.

Casey herself had been a military cadet for almost eight years
now, since she was ten. She hid the smug grin that threatened to
come to her face at the thought of missing the beginning weeks of
gruelling training the others had been exposed to.

She ran a hand through her short blonde hair.It had already been
in a loose pageboy cut before the marine barber had cut it even
shorter. She still thought it looked cute. After all, it wasn’t
nearly as short as the men got.

She sorted through her gear and began to put it away before they
were inspected. She and the other new girls were being scrutinized
closely by the other young women in the barracks. She expected a
certain degree of resentment towards them, but she figured it was
worth it.

The first day was loosely structured, and involved tours of the
base and women’s compound, as well as instructions in the base
rules and such. She knew tomorrow would be much more gruelling, but
looked forward to it.

Her father was a marine officer and his father before him. Casey
had grown up as a rough and tumble tomboy. Even well into her teen
years, while other girls her age had turned exclusively to boys and
fashions, Casey was still engaging in arm wrestling contests, and
spending her days in sports and military practices. This had
disappointed more than a few boys, who’s interests were aroused by
Casey’s hourglass figure and pert, elfin face.

In truth, she had come to be more and more interested in boys in
other areas besides sports. Strange fantasies often overrode her
thinking and lovers occupied her unwilling dreams. She tried to
hide this, though. It irked her that she had turned into a weak-
willed girl, all bumps and curves.

Whenever she saw herself naked, she was exasperated by the
confusion in her head between arousal and excitement at the smooth,
shapely figure she possessed, and irritation at that selfsame form.

The attentions of the boys infuriated her. She found it horribly
embarrassing when they made remarks about her firm oversized
breasts and tight, rounded behind.

She tried to hide both underneath long, heavy sweaters, but few
boys were fooled. She had accepted a few dates, out of curiosity
and suppressed desires. They had usually ended in embarrassment and
outrage as the boy slid a hand up under her skirt to touch her
between the legs, or darted his hand under her sweater to squeeze
her breasts.

What was more, after she’d gone home, she would often catch
herself imagining what would have happened had she allowed it, and
thinking back wistfully to the feel of the electricity that shot
through her body when a boys hand touched it.

Anyway, she thought, she wouldn’t have to worry about all that
confusion here, that was one of the reasons she’d joined the
Marines. And though he had discouraged her, Casey was sure her
father was proud of her being accepted.

She was leaning over her footlocker, carefully arranging her
gear inside when a hand slid between her legs and squeezed her
groin in a tight grip. She yelped and twisted away, falling forward
across the footlocker. Harsh laughter erupted from around her. She
scrambled angrily to her feet, only to be pushed backwards again,
tumbling to the floor.

“Who said you get could up pussy?” a nasty voice taunted.

She looked up at a large black girl, at least six feet tall,
standing at her feet. She was a year or two older than Casey.

“You touch me again and I’ll report you!” Casey cried.

A look of anger came over the girl’s face. She seemed to turn
away, then swivelled around, her booted foot lashed out and kicked
Casey directly in the crotch.

She gasped, and doubled over in pain, gripping herself. Several
girls knelt around her. Caseys’s arms were pulled behind her and
her upper body bent over backwards by someones grip in her short
hair. The black girl jumped down next to her and grinned nastily at
her position.

She reached forward and cupped Casey’s right breast in her hand
squeezing and twisting it sharply. Casey cried out and trembled
against the pain.

“You try reporting anything around here, slut, and you’ll be
dead!” the girl hissed, giving her breast a final vicious twist
before letting it go, and moving away. The other girls let her go
as well, moving off with the black.

A small brunette stepped around her and looked down with a nasty
grin. “She’s right, honey. Karen runs this place and don’t you
forget it.”

Casey lay on the floor for several seconds holding her hurting
breast in her hand and fighting down the tears struggling to erupt.

A few minutes later, the sergeant came into the barracks for
inspection, chewing out almost everyone for the quality of their
cleaning or whatever. Casey didn’t say anything. She knew the
others were right about one thing, nobody liked a snitch, and she
could expect worse trouble if she reported the incident.

Not long after dinner, they all went to bed, for an early day
tomorrow. Casey slept soundly. Sleeping in a barracks wasn’t new to
her. She woke up once, hearing cries coming from somewhere, but
they died down quickly and she fell asleep again.

When she woke once more it wasn’t because of sounds. She felt
strange, and smelled something terrible. She sniffed, wrinkling her
nose at the pungent aroma. She jerked her covers aside and found
several rotten eggs had been dumped inside with her, she was
covered with spoiled, syrupy egg yolks.

She cursed, looking around the silent barracks, for the black
girl, but not seeing her. She got out of bed, and yanked her covers
off, replacing them with spares from her footlocker, then padded
down the quiet row of beds to the showers.

She muttered evil curses as she stripped out of her underwear
and stepped into the shower. This was a part of things though, not
at all unusual, and she figured, something she’d have to put up
with for a couple of weeks at least. She ducked her head under the
shower, to clear the last of the soap out.

Suddenly an arm slid around her throat and she was jerked
backwards out of the shower. She felt her body pulled tightly
against another naked woman, as her right arm was pulled behind her
and held painfully in place.

Her eyes flew open and saw the same black girl as earlier, along
with half a dozen other women, standing in a loose semi circle
around her.

She struggled against the girl holding her, but became aware
quickly that the girl was much larger than her. Casey cursed her
female weakness and short size. Even for a girl she was short, her
head felt pillowed against the other girls breasts.

“Hello pussy.” Karen said with a smirk.

“What do you want?” Casey gasped.

“I want you, sweety.” the girl leered.

The arm around her neck tightened, pulling her half off the
floor and strangling her as the black moved forward. Her lips came
down on Caseys and mashed against her. Casey fought down nausea as
the woman’s tongue jabbed in between her gasping lips and into her
mouth, twisting around there.

Casey bit down on it, making the girl jump back with a cry.
Casey struggled against the arms holding her,trying to break free.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” a voice said next to her ear.

The black kicked out again, right into Caseys groin. Casey
grunted, as the nausea increased. The black girl stepped forward,
and smashed her knee up into Caseys crotch, making the little
blonde cry out in pain. Then stepped back and punched her full in
the stomach. Once, twice, three times.

“Turn her over!” Karen said angrily.

Casey’s was twisted around and forced to her knees, as another
girl moved to help the one holding her. She was bent forward, her
head held against a girls side, her arms locked way up behind her
neck. She couldn’t move at all. Just as she opened her mouth to
scream, a thick dirty rag was shoved into her mouth, and tied in
place.

She was in a furious state of rage, struggling hopelessly
against the arms holding her. She had never felt so utterly
degraded and humiliated in her life, as the girls stood behind her
making leering obscene remarks about her ass and lightly furred
pussy slit.

Then she heard a hiss, and a sudden explosion of pain erupted
from her buttocks as a belt was brought down against them. She
screamed into the rag as the belt whirred through the air and
lashed down across her buttocks again.

She heard the awesome crack of the belt, smashing into her wet
ass cheeks as it hit. The sound merged with another explosion of
raw, blinding hot pain from her buttocks.

“You want to be a bad girl, we’ll show you what happens.” Karen
taunted.

The belt swished down again, and then again, and then again,
lashing across her buttocks with unrelenting and vicious
thoroughness. Her ass cheeks burned with fiery pain as Casey jerked
forward with each blow.

She felt a hand on her head, patting her as if in comfort as the
cruel beating went on. She struggled against the buildup of tears
in the corners of her eyes, determined that, despite the
humiliation, and pain, she would not cry like some sissy girl.

The repeated crack of the whip impacting on her buttocks filled
the room every couple of seconds, until the black girl finally
tired, and laid down the belt.

Casey shuddered and bit down on the rag in her mouth. Her ribs
rising and falling rapidly as she tried to cope with the pain. A
hand in her hair jerked her head up as Karen squatted down in front
of her and grinned smugly.

“You starting to get the picture, pussy? I run things around
here, and the sooner you learn the better.”

She smacked Casey in the head and stood up, moving around to her
rear again. She felt hands on her legs, forcing them apart, and
then another hand cupped her pubic mound.

She cursed into the rag, as the hand rubbed and squeezed her
cuntmound gently, then a single finger slid along the slit and
pushed inside. Casey jerked against her holders in fear, as the
finger twisted up into her virgin hole.

Laughter sprang up all around her as the finger slid in and out.
Casey felt her face redden in degradation and shame. Then she heard
shouts of encouragement.

She couldn’t move her head around to see behind her but abruptly
she felt a tremendous pressure, and a horrible pain at her crotch,
as something large, and unrelenting was jammed against her tight,
little pussy opening.

It pushed harder, crushing her pussy lips, and shoving inside
her. She twisted, and jerked against the hands holding her as
burning pain erupted in her groin and then spread deep inside her
belly. Hands gripped her hips, as the thing was thrust against her
cuntal canal with brutal force.

She felt her cuntlips spread and spread as the intruder smashed
aside her cunt walls and drove down into her soft warm belly.
Deeper and deeper it went, crashing through her tight cunt walls
with hardly a pause, filling her cunt tube with its cold fullness.

Casey could hold out no more, this final horror brought her to
the edge of mental collapse, and tears rolled out of her eyes.

She felt the thing tear in and out of her bleeding crotch,
ripping a tunnel for itself. It drove deeper and deeper with each
powerful lunge, until she felt the rounded head jam up against the
back wall of her cunt tube.

Still the thing jabbed in and out, crashing against her cervix
repeatedly, bringing waves of shocking pain racing through the
girl’s body.

“Like our cock, blondie?” a voice taunted.

The thing was pulled all the way back and Casey moaned in
gratitude as it pulled free of her tormented love tunnel. Then her
head was forced back and she looked directly into The black girls
crotch. She was wearing a kind of halter, or strap, holding a long
thick dildo between her legs.

Casey gasped in horror to see the object of her defilement. It
was at least ten inches long, and terribly wide.

“Kiss my cock, slut girl!” Karen taunted.

The dildo was shoved up against Casey’s lips, and her gag pulled
out. Casey opened her mouth to scream only to have the dildo ram
forward into her mouth. She gagged on the horrible acid taste of
the rubber cock, clamping her teeth down, to prevent it from going
into her throat.

“Suck the cock, slut girl!” said a voice.

The dildo was yanked free and the gag reinserted as the girl
moved around behind Casey again. She felt the hard rubber press
against her slit, then a muffled shriek erupted from her gagged
lips, as the dildo slid down into her cunt tube again. She felt it
drive deeper and deeper, jamming against her cervix and still
pressing harshly.

The cock pulled out again, then slammed forward, crushing her
tender cervix between the hard rubber and her pubic bone. Again the
cock slid back, then raced in. This time she felt the harsh
scratching of the girls pubic hair against her vaginal lips.

“Almost there.” she heard her grit.

Then the cock hammered forward, crushing her cervix as the black
girl crammed every last inch of rubber cock down into the
teenager’s tight little fuck tube.

Casey could only weep in humiliation and pain, as the girls
crowed with triumph at the sight. The black girls hands rubbed up
and down Casey’s tortured buttocks, squeezing and fondling them as
she laughed in satisfaction. She pulled the cock back and then
humped forward again.

Now that she had broken the last resistance of the little
blonde’s cunt hole, she began to fuck into her with smooth regular
motions. Her hips moved forward and back easily, sliding the thick
fuck tool in and out of the bleeding hole with satisfied ease.

She felt a strange tingling in the skin around the thrusting
dildo. The feelings grew and spread down the length of her ravished
cunt tube. The girl raping her slid her hands up Casey’s thin sides
and down under her chest, fastening on her thick, swaying breasts
which were rocking in time to the back and forth jerking of Casey’s
body.

“She sure has nice titties.” the girl said. Her hands worked
over Casey’s tit mounds, squeezing them relentlessly, until they
were aching bags of soreness mixed with a strange prickling heat.

The warmth and tingling in Casey’s loins increased. She felt a
strange yearning, and a rushing flood of sexual heat and passion
swarmed over her body, making her skin flush deeper red and
staggering her with its intensity. Unconsciously her ass pushed
back slightly to meet a forward thrust of the long, thick fuck
tool.

She groaned deep in her throat as the erotic carnal desires made
her head throb and sent quivers of gasping delight shooting through
her frame.

Her hanging breasts seemed to swell and burn as the girl raping
her kneaded and squashed them The fingers twisted and massaged the
vulnerable little nipples, sending explosions of lust into the
little blonde that made her whole body tremble.

She gasped in horror and delight as the already erect nubs
seemed to harden and lengthen. Her nipples had always been
incredibly sensitive, forcing the tom girl to wear soft girlish
silks under her sweaters and sweatshirts lest she excite herself
and bring on horrible fantasies about the boys sitting around her
in class.

Her ass jerked repeatedly as the dildo drilled her pussy. Hot
fuck-milk gushed into her penetrated hole. The girls watched in
delight as the thick girl- fucker emerged from the tight, little
blonde furhole coated in thick gooey sex juice.

Casey cringed in embarrassment, but her humiliation was
beginning to be pushed aside by the growing lust engulfing her
hapless body. Then her body seemed to undulate and quiver as an
explosion of fiery sexual gratification blasted through her
convulsing frame.

The gag was torn from her face and a damp pussy pushed against
her. “Suck my cunt you little slut!” someone yelled.

The girl kneeling before her, shoved her crotch forward,
grinding her pubic mound against Casey’s jaw. Casey opened her
mouth, and tentatively thrust her tongue forward. She tasted the
sweet juices from the girl’s pussy and began lapping them up.

The girl grabbed her hair and mashed her groin into Casey’s
face, demanding she suck harder. Casey slurped and suckled at the
oozing slithole, her tongue dipping in as deep as it would go,
lapping and twisting in the girl’s pussy mouth.

She pulled her tongue out and rasped it over the aroused clitty,
bringing a moan of pleasure from the girl. Casey wiped and ground
her tongue over and over against the sensitive little fold of
flesh, rubbing and caressing.

She closed her lips over the clitty as tight as she could, and
then hummmed deeply. The girl yelped and jerked against Casey’s
face as her clitty vibrated in time to Casey’s mouth.

Then she came, grunting and twitching as her cunt flared with
orgasmic passion, and her clitty sizzled with delight inside the
blonde girl’s mouth.

She fell backwards, and another girl took her place, jamming her
cunt demandingly into Casey’s face. Casey groaned in pleasure as
the dildo raced back and forth in her own pussy, and shoved her
tongue forward.

Her mind soared through elation and joy as she orgasmed
repeatedly. Her tongue, stuffed deep in a little brunettes pussy,
vibrated like a propeller, sending the girl shivering into her own
cum as her furry slit rubbed over Casey’s face.

Casey felt utterly bewildered and confused as the last spasms
trembled through her body. She had never felt anything like that
before, had never felt such pleasure. Yet it had come in a
horrible, humiliating pain filled episode among these nasty girls.
The girl in front of her sighed and moved away.

“It’s your turn Robin.” Karen said.

“Not me.” said the voice of one of the girl’s holding Casey.

There was a silence in the room.

“Why not,” one of the other girls demanded angrily.

“Because I don’t fuckin want to! She aint my type alright!” the
voice said defiantly.

The cock was withdrawn and she was allowed to fall forward onto
her belly. She lay there sobbing and panting from the pain and
exertion, her body covered in sweat, her face in cunt juices.

“Does’nt she look happy.” a voice jeered.

“She gives good head.” another commented. A hand gripped her
hair and pulled her puffy face up from the floor as Karen squatted
next to her.

“Remember blondie, you say anything and your in deep shit.” she
threatened.

She stood up then kicked Casey in the side, bringing a cry of
pain from the girl, then she laughed and they all walked away.

Casey saw one, a tall brunette, looking back with a look of
apology and regret on her face.

Casey lay there for a long time catching her breath and
recovering from her horrible experience, before dragging herself up
off the floor and staggering back into the shower. She stood there
in bewilderment, astonished and confused at her own lewdness and
her body’s wanton behaviour.

In all her seventeen years, almost eighteen, she reminded
herself, she had never felt her body so aroused and excited. She
groaned, and let the water pour down on her, washing the cum, and
sweat off her body. Her crotch and ass stung wherever the water
touched.

She thought back to her only previous sexual experience. It had
happened only last year, and it had frightened her with it’s
intensity. It hadn’t been a boy who had taken her cherry, no, nor
for that matter had it been a girl.