Adults Only
Sweet Little Bitch
Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: F/f, FemDom, Sadistic, Violent, Humil, Scat, WS,
Reluctant
Note: I’ve never written a scat story. Never wanted to really, not my thing you see. But, I’ve tried everything else, almost, and I wasn’t into all of that
stuff either. So here it is...
Sweet Little Bitch
by rache
I had let my best friend talk me into going to this party. Even though we were both well underage, she didn't seem to think it would be a problem. And besides we might meet some cute college guys she said. The party was nice, not like the usual teen beer bash in the middle of nowhere. The people were mostly older even than college, more like yuppies. They were drinking wine and mixed drinks and I felt a little out of place in my short-too-short skirt and braless blouse. I kept thinking I looked like a slut and obviously wasn't even out of high-school yet. But nobody else seemed to mind, though I didn't mix very much. There was some obvious eye contact with a couple men; and even this one woman, very tall and beautiful, kept looking at me and smiling.
I was looking for my friend, hoping she hadn't ditched me, when I found myself alone in a large den. It was nice, with a lot of books and stuff. But I wasn't very interested; in fact I thought I'd probably be in trouble walking around the house alone. I didn't have a clue who the owner was and he'd probably figure I was trying to steal something.
I was only a few feet into the room and just about to turn around and leave when I heard the door close behind me. I looked to see it was the tall, dark haired woman I'd noticed before. She was older, maybe 35 or so, but obviously in great shape. She had a black dress, full length to the floor and it really accentuated her wide hips, narrow waist, and large breasts. I felt a pang of jealousy actually and I opened my mouth to excuse myself but she wouldn't let me.
"You're a sweet little bitch, aren't you?" She said. I didn't know what to say. It was like she was speaking Greek or something. I didn’t understand at all why she’d say something like that to me.
"Excuse me?" was the best I could do.
SLAP!!
She struck my face with her right hand, very hard. "I said you're a sweet little bitch."
SLAP!!
She hit me again. "Aren't you?"
I felt hot blood rushing to my face and my whole body started to shake. I brought my hand to my cheek and looked at her. I was so confused I wanted to just run out of there and get away. Nobody had ever treated me like this.
SLAP!!
She hit me on the other side of my face and it stung even worse than before.
"Do you like that bitch?"
SLAP!!
"Do something about it....Make me stop."
SLAP!!
I was crying now, trying to cover my face. I didn't know why I wasn't moving. I told my feet 'MOVE!' but they didn't. I could only look at this beautiful woman with wet injured eyes, towering over me, smiling and watching me. It was funny to her, she was enjoying it!
"Yes. You're a sweet little bitch, but not much of a fighter though." With those words she suddenly punched me hard in the stomach. Like a man might hit another man. I felt the air rush out of me and I couldn't get it back again. It hurt worse than anything I'd ever felt in my life! I was down on the floor trying to breathe when I saw a foot; her foot, encased in gleaming black leather, suddenly appearing next to my face.
"Lick it bitch. Kiss my foot and I'll forgive you."
Forgive me for what? I was so sorry, for everything I'd ever done in my life that might have upset this woman. I tried to tell her but I had no breath, no air to make the words. I was holding my tummy and hacking and she wanted me to kiss her foot? I put my mouth on her leather shoe and let my spit run out of my mouth onto it. At least it seemed to satisfy her for now.
"Very good bitch. Now I'm going to make you mine!"
I was finally getting some air back while she undressed in front of me. Her body was perfect, like a gymnast or a dancer. No fat at all, just lean smooth muscle and perfect white skin. She took off her dress, unzipping the side and stepping out of it. She wore only a black g-string and stockings and high heels. Her breasts were large and firm, much more than I would ever hope to have. I just lay there watching her as she moved to the desk and brought out a large black dildo. It had straps, like a belt and she used this to fix it in place around her waist.
She looked grotesque, abnormal with this large phallus jutting obscenely from her woman's body. She walked slowly over to me as I lay there, stroking it, not saying a word until she was kneeling next to me. "I'm your Mistress now. You're just another bitch in my little pack. I'm going to teach you how to fuck and I'm going to teach you how to fight. You'll have to do both if you want to survive. Do you understand me?"
She reached down, ripping away my panties and exposing my sex to her probing fingers. She grabbed one of my labia and twisted it hard, pinching it. "Do you understand, bitch?"
I cried out in pain and shock, "Yes!! Yes!! Please...I understand!"
"Good." She rolled me onto my stomach and entered my virgin ass with her fake cock, pushing into me hard. It hurt a lot and I was moving, squirming to get away but she grabbed me by my long blonde hair and yanked my head back painfully. "This is your first lesson, bitch, lose a fight and the winner gets to do you just...like...this!"
Every word was punctuated by a hard jab deep into my burning rectum. She was splitting me with her dildo and she knew it, I felt like it was tearing through me, into my soul. Nothing had ever felt so painful in my life and I was screaming, praying someone would come and stop her. But they didn’t. She kept pulling my head back, arching my back painfully so she could look into my eyes as she raped my tight little ass, shredding my muscles easily as I fought to keep her out. I was crying, sobbing now and not just from pain, but from the humiliation of being raped like this. Raped by another woman.
She fucked me long and hard until she could tell that I wasn't fighting her anymore with my body. My muscles had grown tired and I could only accept this hard invasion of my most private place. She was sliding smoothly in and out and it was obvious she was enjoying it. She started slapping my ass as she fucked me, telling me what a sweet little bitch I was. She told me how I was worth the 30 bucks she had paid my friend to make sure I came to the party. She told me I was going to be her best little bitch in the world. I couldn't believe everything she was saying. I gave up trying to understand. My body was responding, I could feel the pain in my ass giving way to the pleasure in my pussy. I was getting wet despite myself.
My new Mistress let go of my hair and reached down to feel my nipples, making them instantly hard as she pinched and pulled at them. I was moaning now, softly but definitely with pleasure. I couldn't help but move back and forth with her thrusts into my ass. And then I realized she had stopped moving, it was only me, banging my ass hard on her imitation cock while she slapped and pinched and pulled at me. I was her little bitch fuck toy now and I couldn't help it. I reached down, between my body and the floor to feel my creaming pussy. I rubbed my clit and I was cumming hard and fast, rocking myself on that hard cock in my ass.
Mistress let me have my cum. She kept her phallus inside me until I had collapsed, breathless and weak on the floor. My fingers were still buried in my pussy when she pulled the dildo out of my ass. "Sweet little bitch, that was nice, wasn't it? It's time for you to thank your Mistress for letting you have such a nice orgasm."
She stood up and sat down on the sofa and spread her long legs. She'd removed the strapon and now she pulled her g-string to the side. Her pussy was shaved smooth and it glistened with her juices. I instinctively knew better than to walk over to her. I crawled on my hands and knees until my face was in her crotch. I could smell her sex, strong and musky-sweet. She just sat there and watched me as I kissed the tops of her stockings first, then worked my way up her bare thighs.
I had no idea what I was doing when I took my first tentative lick of my new Mistress' pussy. I felt faint and dizzy and my heart was pounding. It seemed so wrong, against everything I'd ever imagined myself to be and my face burned with humiliation as I lapped along her greasy slit. Mistress held my head, guiding me and giving me encouragement until I was fucking her hot wet hole with my tongue. I swallowed her juices with a slight sense of revulsion at first, but that was soon overcome as I found the rich tangy taste to my liking.
"You're a natural cunt sucker, aren't you bitch?" Mistress stroked my hair.
"Yessss..." I hissed, pausing barely long enough for that. My mouth belonged on her pussy, I thought, it belonged to her.
"Yes Mistress." She corrected me gently. "Lick my ass now, and do a good job of it!"
Mistress lifted her legs high, sliding down so that the brownish pink pucker of her anus was presented to my tongue and I kissed it gently and then went to work as she desired, wriggling the tip of my tongue against her tightness until I felt her relax and open for me. I ate her ass with my nose buried in her cunt, eventually slipping perhaps half an inch deep and feeling the tight warmth of her asshole squeezing around my tongue.
"Use your fingers, get deeper, bitch...I have something for you..." She breathed, watching me with her dark eyes sparkling.
I did as she commanded, pushing my right index finger inside her anus slowly, feeling it give way reluctantly. She was wet with spit and the juices running from her cunt. I licked around my finger eagerly as I shoved it deeper, twisting and tickling her with it. And then I could feel it, the soft firmness of her approaching gift. My fingernail grazed it and I could hear my Mistress groaning softly, pushing and then telling me to get my mouth on her ass.
I pulled my finger free and quickly replaced it with my tongue, feeling my insides burning and quivering with excitement. I was humiliated and breathless and frightened, but so terribly aroused it almost hurt. My senses were being flooded with every sight and sound and smell and touch. I probed her ass with my tongue and kept my mouth open as my Mistress reached down to hold my head tight in her hands, keeping me steady and still as the long thickness of her firm shit emerged slowly from her anus and slipped between my tight round lips.
"Oh, you nasty fucking whore! Eat it...eat my shit...you pig...you cunt!" She was moaning as my mouth filled with the acrid flavor of my Mistress' waste. I was gagging, choking on the thought of what I was doing, but between my legs my cunt was juicing, quivering and clasping with the need to climax. I chewed her shit, swallowing and forcing it down, my whole body shaking as I felt it sliding down my throat to settle in my tummy. I was nauseated and retching and about to have my most glorious cum. I ate the whole thing and licked my mistress' ass clean.
"Let me see!" She leaned forward, grabbing my face in her strong hand and squeezing my cheeks so that I had no choice but to painfully open my jaws. She inspected my shit stained teeth and put her finger in my mouth, making sure I'd swallowed everything.
"Good little bitch." She chuckled, letting me go. "You're my little brown girl from now on."
A moment later I was on my back as Mistress gave me something to wash her shit down with. She put her cunt on my mouth, telling me to seal it with my lips and then she pissed slowly, controlling her bladder so that I could swallow every drop of her sour urine. I drank greedily, I confess, unable to help myself. I was her slave, her piss and shit slut now. It had taken the woman all of an hour, perhaps less to break me completely.
I was no fighter at all.
"How old are you?" Mistress asked me. I was on my knees, bent over one of the stuffed chairs and she was working three fingers in and out of my virgin cunt. "I feel your hymen, way up in there..." She laughed and I gasped as I felt her long red nails tickling the thin membrane of my cherry.
"Four-fourteen...Mistress." I croaked. I felt my cuntal walls stretching around her fingers painfully. She'd fingered me with one at first, then quickly added another, and now the third. It seemed too much and my pussy was on fire.
"Fourteen and never been fucked, huh?" Mistress turned her hand sideways, adding her pinky and I was suddenly moaning loudly as my immature sex was stretched even farther. "I'll fix that, don't you worry bitch."
She worked her four fingers in and out slowly, twisting and turning them, forcing my vaginal walls to relent, the muscles protesting weakly. I was thrusting my hips, moving this way and that as if unsure if I wanted to avoid her touch, or encourage more. I wasn't escaping though, not trying to get away. I gripped the padded arms of the chair tightly, digging my fingers into them, and braced the top of my head against the seat back, looking down at the cushion.
"Here we go, bitch...time to say goodbye to childhood!" Mistress put her left hand on the small of my back, pushing down as she tucked her thumb against her palm and slowly began to impale my tight cunt on her fist. She stretched my pussy in every way imaginable, making me scream finally as the widest part of her hand rudely shoved my muscles aside. It was every bit as bad as when she’d raped my ass, but different too, and I embraced the idea, the pain of it and some strange portion turned it into pleasure.
I came suddenly, without even realizing I was so close, when her hand just seemed to pop inside my cunt, my labia closing tightly behind it, gripping Mistress' wrist. I shook and shivered and cried out as spittle and tears fell from my face onto the chair. I was rolling my hips, rocking against that wondrous combination of pleasure and pain, even as Mistress' hand on my back tried to calm me.
She made her hand into a fist then, a real one, and I could feel it inside me. My hymen had stretched and perhaps broken upon entry, I wasn’t sure of anything except the carnival of chaos loosed in my head. She was going to finish the job, if she hadn’t already; my Mistress was going to break my cherry finally and completely beneath her fist. The sensations were intensified a thousand fold as she punched her fist inside me. Grunting with the effort, ensuring my virginity was nothing but a memory forever more. I screamed and stars exploded behind my eyes.
I’d been sleeping, or maybe just dreaming with violent painful and orgasmic delight, and my body shuddered even as I dimly realized my Mistress was still inside my tortured and bloody cunt. She was going deeper, turning her hand so the boney ridges of Mistress' knuckles dragged across the soft tissue inside, already torn and unresisting. She fucked me slowly, keeping her fist inside me, moving it only a fraction this way and that, but it was quite enough to send me hurtling into one orgasm after another.
I was barely conscious when she finally removed her hand, an experience every bit as painful as when she'd entered, but that was dull compared to the lingering blister of losing my cherry to her fist. I was stretched once more, my cunt seemingly ripped apart as she pulled her hand and fingers free. Mistress held it up for me to see, all wet and shiny and pink with my blood, the occasional rivulet of crimson veining her smooth white skin like marble.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Mistress seemed as entranced as I was, and all I could do was pant for air and nod. Knowing for certain that I was no longer a virgin.
“Call your parents and tell them you’re not coming home.” It was three o’clock in the morning and I was sitting on the floor near my Mistress’ bed. I’d been eating her pussy for three hours and my tongue felt swollen and sore. My lips were numb and I was so tired. We’d taken a break so that I could drink her piss once more and now she handed me the phone as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
I dialed slowly and was somewhat surprised to hear my father answer the phone on the first ring, as if he’d been expecting it.
“Daddy?”
“Lisa? Where are you?” he was angry, with a touch of worry.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. Um, I can’t come home right now.” I spoke slowly, nervously, staring into my Mistress’ eyes.
“What? What are you talking about? You get your ass home now…” My mom was saying something in the background. “No, where are you? I’m coming to get you.”
“No, dad, you can’t. I don’t, um, I don’t know where I am. I met someone. A woman, she uh…” I swallowed hard.
“What?”
“She makes me do stuff, daddy. I have to go now. I love you.”
“Lisa…Wait! Lisa…”
I handed the phone to my Mistress and she was smiling, stroking the tears from my eyes with her thumb.