LOCKED DOWN AT BOOT CAMP

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

Lisa put on a purposeful look of contempt as she glared back at her mom. Part of her felt sorry that she’d disappointed her mother, but she wasn’t about to let that part of her show. At 15-years-old, she didn’t want to give her mother that satisfaction. With that last look, she turned and let the corrections officer lead her away giving an air of arrogance and confidence that she didn’t really feel. Yet, despite her concern for the next few weeks, her only regret was that she’d gotten caught.

After the initial shock of being caught and convicted in juvenile court, the young teen had gotten used to the idea of spending time at boot camp. She figured she could do the six weeks in the camp standing on her head. Surely the stories she’d heard about the conditions there were exaggerations. Still, it was a shock when she was cuffed in the back of the locked van and driven away. There was something eerie about being locked alone in the van with no windows and then cuffed as if she might try to force the door and jump out. Though she was guilty of a minor crime, she was innocent compared to many who had sat in that same seat.

When the van stopped and the door opened, she got to her feet and stepped into the door. In the bright sun she could see rows of girls in drab fatigues doing calisthenics. The sight made a quick impression that their big boots and baggy clothes made the exercises look even harder. Then there was a woman dressed in fatigues standing in front of her. “Eyes front,” snapped the woman.

Lisa stared back at the woman with a look of confusion. “What?”

“Get down here!” There wasn’t even time to react before the woman yelled, “Come on, come on, move it move, get your fanny out of the truck and down on the ground.”

Lisa looked around, gauging the height of the back of the van. It was only a couple of feet, but with her hands cuffed, she was off balance. When the woman yelled again, “Move it or I’ll come up there and push you out,” Lisa jumped to the ground. It felt awkward, but she stayed on her feet.

“Eyes front!” said the drill sergeant again. This time she put her hands on Lisa’s cheeks and swiveled her face forward. “See that tower across the yard?”

“Yeah,” said Lisa.

“Say, ma’am, yes, ma’am.”

“OK.”

“Say it. See that tower across the yard?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” said Lisa. It didn’t come out crisp and sure like she’d seen in movies, but wasn’t going to give this woman any more satisfaction than she’d given her mother.

“Don’t take your eyes off that tower, understand?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”

“Do you want those cuffs off?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”

“Shit, honey, you sound like a little girl. Are you a little girl?”

“Umm, ma’am, no, ma’am.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re not sure, are you? Do you want those cuffs off?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” said Lisa, trying to sound more sure of herself.

“Do you want those cuffs off?” insisted the woman.

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” barked Lisa, matching the woman’s tone of voice as best she could.

With that, the woman stepped behind her and uncuffed her wrists. She stepped back in front of Lisa, dangling the silvery cuffs. “Do you want them back on now?”

“Ma’am, no, ma’am,” yelled Lisa.

“If you give me any shit, little girl, I will put them back on you and leave them on for 24 hours, do you understand me?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” yelled Lisa.

“Let’s go. Keep up with me,” said the woman. She turned and trotted away.

Lisa followed at a jog, right on the woman’s heels. In seconds her lackadaisical attitude had turned completely around. She’d learned that this woman meant business. They ran across the grassy yard to a stark white building. Once inside, the woman turned to her. “My name is Sergeant Block. You will address me as Sergeant Block or ma’am.”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” said Lisa.

“Tone it down a little bit inside,” said Sgt Block. She turned and picked up a pile of clothes. She handed them to Lisa. She picked up a pair of those ugly black combat boots and set them atop the pile in Lisa’s hands. “You have 5 minutes. Go through that door, strip, shower, and put these on. Leave your old clothes in there. You won’t need them for the next six weeks.”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” said Lisa. She hurried away. All her confidence was shot. This was every bit as bad as she had heard. It was even worse in person. She practically ripped off her clothes. Five minutes wasn’t nearly enough. At least the shower was hot, but the spray hit her like little needles. She simply rinsed and then dried off with the towel that hung on the peg by the shower. Scampering out, she found the pile of clothes had everything she needed. The panties and bra were designed for work, not show. She pulled on the pants and fumbled with the unfamiliar belt buckle. Finally she pulled it tight. Then she threw on the shirt and buttoned it before she realized she had to tuck it in. She undid her pants and stuffed the shirt tail in, then fastened the belt buckle all over again.

There was no clock in the room and she’d stuffed her watch in her pants pocket before she showered. She had no idea how long it was taking. Sitting, she pulled on the boots, laced them, and tied them. Her fingers were frantic because she just knew she was way over time. The words, “You have 5 minutes,” kept ringing in her ears, but she couldn’t move any faster.

Dressed, she stepped back out the door. Sgt Block looked at her watch. “Eleven minutes,” she said, her voice filled with disappointment. “We’re going to have to work on that.” She turned on her heel and walked off. “Follow me,” she snapped over her shoulder.

Lisa followed. Once clear of the building, Block broke into a trot and Lisa followed at the same pace. They jogged down a row of barracks and turned at the third one. The sergeant led Lisa through the door. “There’s your bunk,” said Block. She pointed at the only one that was not made. Sheets and blankets were piled on the mattress. Lisa watched Block as she marched down the row of bunks. Wanting to please her new taskmaster, Lisa tried to imitate the square corner and measured strides.

Block opened the footlocker at the foot of the bed. “This is all you’ll need for the next six week.”

Lisa stared in at more fatigues, some basic toiletries, and underclothes. They were all neatly folded and she had no doubt it was expected to stay just as neat as it was right now.

“Make the bed. You have 5 minutes.” Block did an about face and marched from the room. Lisa barely had a second to take in the Spartan room. There were a dozen bunks, each with a footlocker. The other 11 beds were made with their top blanket so tight it looked like they were vibrating from the slam of the door.

Five minutes, five minutes, thought Lisa. Is everything five minutes? She moved the bedding to sit it atop the footlocker and spread a sheet across the mattress. The thought of cutting corners ran through her head, but somehow she knew that was worse than taking too much time. Hastily she tightened the sheet across the mattress and started on the second. She stuffed the pillow into the shabby pillowcase and then put the blanket over everything. Pausing long enough to examine the bed next to hers, she mimicked the hospital corners and pulled it as tight as she could.

She wondered what was expected of her next, when suddenly the door opened. “Five minutes are up,” called out Block as she stepped into the room. “I see you’ve used your time well. Let’s see how you’ve done.”

She walked up to Lisa, but rather than examine the bed, she examined the girl. “Feet together, stand up straight, eyes front.” She circled Lisa as a tiger would circle its prey. “Back straight, chest out, pull that ass in.” Satisfied that Lisa was at least close to standing at attention, she said, “Now, every time I walk into this room, I expect you to jump to attention just like this. Do you understand?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” said Lisa.

Sergeant Block pulled a coin from her pocket and held it up in front of Lisa. “Will this bounce on your bed?”

“Ma’am, no, ma’am,” said Lisa, adding, “that’s impossible.”

“Impossible?” asked the sergeant. She turned and tossed it on the bed across from Lisa. The astonished girl watched the coin bounce into the air as if thrown on a trampoline. When Block repeated the action on Lisa’s bed, the semblance was more like throwing the coin into sand.

Suddenly Block’s face was inches from Lisa’s. “Impossible?” she yelled. You rich bitches are all alike. I suppose you think it’s impossible to shower and dress in five minutes? I suppose you think it’s impossible that you’ll learn to march instead of prance? I’ll tell you what’s impossible. It’s impossible for you to EVER leave this place unless you learn to do the impossible. You WILL learn to make that bed in five minutes so the coin bounces. You WILL learn to get your pretty ass dressed in five minutes. You WILL learn to do everything I tell you faster than you ever imagined. You WILL learn to get along with all the girls in the camp. You have to work together to survive. Now, I’ll give you a whole ten minutes to get this done right.”

Block marched from the room again and Lisa turned back to the bed. She was trembling with fright over the up close, in her face lecture. She’d barely arrived and already she was wondering if she’d make through just the first day. She turned her efforts back to pulling the blanket even tighter. Try as she might, she wasn’t sure it was as good as the others.

Then, way too soon, the door opened again. She got to her feet, ready to jump to attention and then saw it was another of the girls. The girl came toward her. “You the new girl?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Lisa. “I’m Lisa.” The girl stopped in front of her. She was half a head taller, broader, and stronger, like she worked out every day. Lisa wondered if she would look more like that after six weeks of camp. Though bigger in most dimensions, the girl didn’t look overweight. In fact, she was attractive, though the way her hair was pulled back gave her an austere look.

“You’re fresh meat,” said the girl, not offering her name in return. She pushed roughly past Lisa. “There’s one drill sergeant for every 12 girls. If she’s busy humping your ass, then she’s not bothering the rest of us.” She reached out and grabbed the semi-tight blanket on Lisa’s bed. With a jerk, she pulled an edge free.

Lisa stared aghast at how quickly her hard work had been undone. Yet, she understood just what the big girl was saying. Now Sergeant Block would come in and throw a fit. Her wrath would be aimed at Lisa and the other girls would be ignored. She also understood that she’d be the scapegoat unless she earned their respect right now.

It was totally out of character for her, but Lisa made a calculated move. She reached out and grabbed the girl’s hair, pulling her back. Using her hair as a lever, she toppled the bigger girl and jumped on her. But, the other girl was more used to fighting. She quickly rolled, putting Lisa on her back. She pinned Lisa down. “Oh, ho,” she said. “A feisty one. I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

It was over too quickly and Lisa knew her plan had backfired. The big girl pulled her hand back. Making a fist, she prepared to punch Lisa right in the face. Lisa grimaced, but the blow never fell. “No, we’re not allowed to fight,” said the girl, as she relaxed her arm. “But that just means I can’t leave a mark.” Sitting on Lisa’s chest, she put her knees on the helpless girl’s biceps. Pinned, Lisa struggled, but couldn’t pull free.

Then the girl unbuttoned the top two buttons of Lisa’s shirt. She started to tap on Lisa’s sternum, right in the V of her bra. It wasn’t hard, but the insistent, repetitive tapping quickly became annoying and then painful. Lisa struggled some more, but she couldn’t pull free from the torment.

Suddenly, the door opened. Sergeant Block stormed into the room. The girl leaped off Lisa and snapped to attention. Lisa pulled herself to her feet and came to attention. “What the hell are the two of you doing?” snarled Block. She turned on Lisa. “I sent her in to help you make your bed and this is what happens. You haven’t even been here for an hour yet and you’re starting fights? As Lisa’s mouth fluttered to protest, Block said, “Don’t even bother. There is nothing you could say to explain this.”

Block spun around to face the other girl, “Ms. Harland, you know better that this. And you know just what’s going to happen now. Both of you, follow me.”

Without looking back, Block strode toward the door. Ms. Harland fell in behind Block and Lisa was right behind her. She was thinking how unfair this was. She’d started the fight, but she’d been provoked.

Once outside, they jogged again over to yet another building. Block led them in and opened a door. “Inside, both of you,” she held the door for them, standing on the outside as they went in. “In case you haven’t met, this is Anna. Anna, this is Lisa. The punishment for fighting is to lock the two of you in here for 24 hours. Perhaps by then, you’ll learn how to get along.” She shut the door.

Anna flipped on the light switch and sat down on the only bed in the room. “This is mine. You sleep on the floor,” she said, challenging Lisa to argue with an unflinching stare.

Lisa surrendered the bed to the bigger girl by lowering her eyes. She gazed around the room. It was clearly designed for locking up girls for long, uncomfortable periods. There was a sink, a toilet, a bed, and not much else.

“What are you in for?” asked Anna.

“Shoplifting,” said Lisa. She had this vision of how things would go in lock down. They’d argue, maybe they’d fight, but in the end, they’d come out friends. That’s the way it happened in the movies. “What about you?”

“Killed a man,” said Anna.

Lisa felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. “K-killed? You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” said Anna with a smile.

“Then why aren’t you in jail?”

“Oh, I told them he touched my boobs and my ass. I said he had it coming.”

“And?”

“So they were about to let me off, but then this fucking shrink said something about no conscience, no remorse, no discipline, and blah, blah, blah. Next thing I know I’m doing push ups for Sgt Block.”

“Did he touch you?”

“Shit, no,” said Anna. “But I had to say something.”

There was a moment of silence. Lisa was scared of Anna before the admission of her crime, but now she was terrified. This was way more than she’d expected. She was locked in a room with a murderer.

“Say, you’re pretty,” said Anna, standing. She stared at Lisa until the smaller girl broke the gaze again. Then, Anna went to the corner and picked up a length of rope. There were several lengths of rope jumbled in the corner. The one Anna held was about 4 feet long. She started twirling the end of it faster and faster until it whistled ominously. Then she stepped toward Lisa, letting the rope whip Lisa’s arm.

“Ow,” said Lisa, jumping back.

Anna only smiled and kept twirling. She moved closer to Lisa and then snap! Lisa jumped back again. The two moved around the room until Lisa was cornered. Lisa withstood three more blows from the rope before she’d had enough. She was no match for Anna, but she rushed her anyway. Anna simply sidestepped and caught Lisa’s arms behind her. Then, she used her weight to push Lisa onto the bed.

Lying on her chest, Lisa was trapped between the bed and Anna. Both her arms were pulled up high and if she struggled, Anna just pulled them higher until Lisa was forced to lie quietly or have her arms broken. Anna wrapped the rope quickly around Lisa’s wrists and tied it off.

When Anna stood, Lisa pulled at the rope. She knew she could get it undone in a matter of minutes if she tried. She’d been fighting (a little bit anyway) and Anna had to work quickly, so the bondage wasn’t very good. But, even as she pulled at the ropes, Anna was back, sitting on her again with another length of rope.

“Don’t move,” growled Anna, pulling an arm up until Lisa cried out. The fight went out of Lisa. Anna tied another quick series of knots. This time she tied Lisa’s right hand to her left elbow and left hand to right elbow. Now the 15-year-old’s arms were tied across the middle of her back. Again the knots were hasty and might come undone eventually, but Anna didn’t intend for them to last very long.

Helpless to fight, Lisa was flipped onto her back. She looked up with fright into Anna’s face and knew that Anna could smell her fear. Anna slapped her cheek soundly. With her open hand, Anna slapped Lisa several times. Each time Lisa whimpered, but returned her face back to center in anticipation of the next blow. Then, Anna switched hands and slapped Lisa’s other cheek several times.

“Twenty-four hours with you, sweetie,” said Anna. “Twenty-four hours of anything I want. You ready to get along or do you want me to slap you a few more times?”

“Get along,” said Lisa. She’d been willing to get along as soon as the door had locked, so she didn’t know why Anna had gone to all this trouble.

“Good, ‘cause we get along or I do this over and over. Just one thing I want to know. Any question in your little mind about who’s the boss? Think you can take me once you’re free?”

“No,” said Lisa.

“Say it,” insisted Anna. “Say I’m the boss.”

“You’re the boss.”

“Good.” Anna flipped her back on her stomach and untied the knots on her wrists and elbows.

Lisa stood up, dazed at what had happened, but happy to be free.

“Take off your shirt,” said Anna.

“What?” said Lisa.

Anna slapped her without warning. “Who’s the fucking boss?” she snarled.

Lisa took off her shirt.

“And the bra.”

Lisa looked around for escape, but there was none. She thought about fighting again, but she’d only lose. Her only hope was to cooperate and appease Anna. She reached back and unhooked the bra, then dropped it to the floor.

“There, now we’re getting friendly,” said Anna. “Turn around.”

Lisa turned her back to Anna. She started to look over her shoulder, but already Anna had grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her and high on her back. “Hold still,” growled Anna. Again Lisa ran through her options and came up empty.

This time Anna took her time. She pulled Lisa’s forearms up parallel behind her back. With a longer piece of rope, she wrapped her forearms completely and tied the rope off. Now Lisa was securely bound for long term bondage.

Anna took Lisa’s head in her hands. Her palms slid over the smooth cheeks and up to Lisa’s ears as her fingers laced into Lisa’s long blond hair. “Lots of first for you today, sweetie,” said Anna. Her face was inches from Lisa’s and Lisa could feel her warm breath. “First time in boot camp. First time locked down. First time to kiss a girl. First time to lick a pussy. Oooo, and if you’re good, there are so many firsts we’re going to do today.”

Lisa tried to pull away, but Anna had her tied and securely in her grasp. She felt Lisa’s tongue lick her cheek and then the older girl’s lips were on hers. There was no way to pull free as the tongue invaded her mouth. She fought against it, but her tongue only encouraged Anna by battling for control of her mouth. Her mind reeled with the threat of licking a pussy… Anna’s pussy and what other “firsts” did Anna have in mind?

When Anna let her go, Lisa stepped back until her back was to the wall. Anna went to a box in the room. Lisa had totally disregarded the ragged cardboard box, but Anna flipped up the flaps on the top and peered inside. She held up some clothespins. “Looks like we can do our laundry,” she announced.

The innocent Lisa had no other idea what could be done with clothespins, but she was about to find out. Anna came back to her with a handful of the wooden, spring loaded pins. Lisa was conveniently backed up against the wall and in short order was in a corner, with no options. Anna pulled one clip free from the rest. Using her thumb and forefinger, she hardened Lisa’s right nipple.

“Don’t,” complained Lisa. She didn’t like the touch of the other girl. No one was supposed to touch her without her permission. But, then Anna gave her that deadly stare again and she stopped complaining. Her arms were tied. What was she going to do? Argue and get slapped? Even when Anna lowered her head and sucked on the nipple, Lisa didn’t complain again.

“Owww,” said Lisa suddenly as Anna clamped a clothespin on Lisa’s engorged nipple.

“Oh,” said Anna, feigning innocence, “do I look sorry?” She tweaked Lisa’s left nipple to hardness with thumb and forefinger and with her mouth. She held out the next clothespin, pausing before she fixed it in place. “This time, say thank you.” She clamped it on Lisa’s nipple.

Lisa choked off the inevitable oww and stared at her tortured nipple. She looked back up at Anna. She looked down at her nipple. She looked back up at Anna. “Thank you?” she said.

“God, if I were a boy, I’d be hard right now, you sweet little slut,” said Anna. “But I’m just wet as can be.”

Naïve though she might be, Lisa knew what Anna meant. She was horrified to be at the mercy of a lesbian who got excited at the sight of her being half naked, helpless, and tortured. The words no conscience and no remorse ran through her head now as Anna stared into her eyes. “Wh-wh-what are you going to do?” she asked.

“Let me show you,” said Anna. She grabbed the two clothespins on Lisa’s nipples and pulled. With no other choice, Lisa followed the clothespins as they painfully led her across the room. Anna turned her so her back was to the bed. Then Anna undid her belt and slid down her pants. She pushed Lisa back to sit on the bed and unlaced and removed her boots. She finished taking off the blond’s pants and then removed her panties. Finished, Anna then laid the nude girl back. Anna used some rope to tie Lisa’s legs wide. Now Lisa was lying crossways on the narrow bed. Her head was nearly to the wall and her legs dangled off the edge.

Anna laid down on her captive. “See the camera in the corner of the room?” asked Anna.

Lisa turned her head and noticed the surveillance camera for the first time.

“They’re watching us,” said Anna.

“Help, help, help me,” yelled Lisa.

Anna slapped her across the face again. “I said it’s a fucking camera, you idiot. You know the difference between a camera and a microphone?” She stood and faced the camera. “Help, help, come save the precious little virgin from being raped by the lesbian bitch.”

Then she turned back to Lisa. “Oh, that’s right, they are watching. They are a couple of guys with their cocks in their hands right now. There are a couple of girls, probably Sgt. Block, with their fingers in their pussies. Watching you.”

Lisa shuddered as she looked down at herself. Her tits were pushed out because her arms were tied so severely behind her back. Her pussy was spread wide. It was bad enough to be on display for Anna, but it was even worse knowing that there was an audience. This boot camp was nothing like she expected. If Anna was telling the truth, then this was a setup. They’d locked her in with Anna knowing what would happen and were now enjoying the show.

Anna counted out four more clothespins. Without ceremony she clamped one on Lisa’s tit. She paused, waiting for something. “Thank you?” said Lisa. Anna clamped a second one on Lisa’s other tit. “Thank you,” said Lisa.

The bound girl watched in horror as Anna played with her sensitive pussy lips. She spread them apart and then attached a clothespin to her labia. “Owww, please,” she whined. When Anna raised her hand to slap her, Lisa said, “Thank you.” The fourth clothespin was clamped to Lisa’s other labia. “Thank you,” grimaced the teen.

“Now, let’s put on a real show,” said Anna. She pulled her own shirt off and then shed her bra. She had no shyness as she showed herself for the audience. She sat on the floor to remove her boots and then stood. Without hesitation, she slid down her fatigue pants and then her panties. She even posed and then twirled around in front of the camera.

Then the more experience girl turned to Lisa again. “Shit, sweetie, they aren’t looking at me. They’ve seen it all. They’re watching you squirm on the bed. Know what they’re waiting for? They’re waiting for you to get fucked. But, I’m going to tease them for a while.” She knelt down and then leaned over Lisa.

Lisa watched as Anna’s full tits lowered themselves down toward her face. Anna had D cup tits with big, silver dollar sized nipples. She pushed them into Lisa’s face and dragged them back and forth over Lisa’s mouth. “Open up and suck on one,” she told Lisa. She held still, her left nipple resting on Lisa’s lips.

Swallowing her pride, Lisa opened her mouth and sucked on the nipple. She was surprised at how it hardened in her mouth. “Like a little cock, isn’t it,” teased Anna as Lisa suckled on her tit. “Feels good. I like cute blonds who suck on my tits for me.” She shifted to give Lisa access to the other nipple. “You can do this for me alllll day,” she cooed.

Indeed Lisa sucked for several minutes, beginning to think that Anna had been serious about sucking all day. But, eventually Anna pulled away. “Want some of the clothespins off?”

“Please?” said Lisa.

“Which two?”

“On my vagina.”

“Pussy, sweetie, it’s a fucking pussy.”

“Please, on my pussy,” said Lisa.

Anna removed the two clamps from Lisa’s tender pussy. “What will you do for me now, sweetie?” asked Anna.

What did Anna want her to say, she wondered. She was tied and helpless. She’d do whatever Anna demanded. What else could she do? “What do you want?” she asked.

“Yeah,” said Anna. “That’s how to keep me happy.” She leaned forward again, but not as far. Instead of aligning her tits with Lisa’s mouth, this time she pressed her lips to the tied blond’s lips. She pushed her tongue in deep and put her hands on Lisa’s C-cup tits. After a few seconds, she pulled away. “Kiss me back, sweetie. Kiss me like you want to kiss me.” She again kissed Lisa.

Though she wasn’t at all happy making out with a girl, Lisa felt good that her words had pleased Anna. In her position, she knew she had to keep Anna happy. She felt the domineering girl’s hand on her tits. It made her nipples tingle to be felt up and kissed at the same time. She kissed Anna like she would kiss a boy, reminding herself that she had to keep Anna happy.

Anna got more insistent, her kissed more powerful and her hands more greedy for Lisa’s soft tits. Lisa could hear Anna’s breathing become more ragged and knew that the other girl was getting excited. Then, Anna pulled her face away and looked down at Lisa. “It’s time,” she said. “Do me.” She brought her knees on either side of Lisa’s face and lowered her pussy to Lisa’s mouth. “Eat me. Make me cum,” said Anna.

With the musky smell of cunt filling her nose, Lisa put her tongue out and lapped at the juicy pussy. The tangy taste was almost unbearable, but she didn’t resist the command. She lapped at the pussy, cleaning it of its juices. She knew she’d be at this all day if she didn’t do it right, so she ran her tongue up to Anna’s clit and licked there.

“Do it,” said Anna again. “Show them how the new girl eats pussy. God, I hope they’re taping this,” she added, sending a new shudder through Lisa’s body. There was no consideration in Lisa’s mind of the fact that Anna’s body blocked the camera’s view. All she knew was she had an up close and personal view of the action unlike anything she ever wanted.

While Lisa wanted to shut her eyes and just get it over with, she found she had to keep her eyes open to focus on the squirming cunt over her. That was the only way she could keep her tongue in the right place. That also meant that out of the corner of her eye she could tell just how intently Anna was staring back down at her. She snuck a quick glance up at Anna’s face and saw Anna smiling as she admired Lisa’s pretty little tongue darting in and out to make the dom happy.

“That’s it, sweetie,” said Anna. “You’re licking pussy like a pro. You’re gonna make me cum, pretty damn soon. Show me how easy it is to make me happy. Show me what a prison slut you want to be.”

The helpless girl wanted anything but to be Anna’s prison slut. She just had no choice. So, Lisa licked the best she could and soon Anna came in a great orgasm.

Satisfied, Anna lay down on the bed next to Lisa, her legs draped across Lisa’s left leg. She gasped for breath from the exertion of her orgasm. It took her a few minutes before she had recovered. Then, she turned her head to the right and looked over at Lisa. “That was pretty nice,” she said. “I’d say we’ve been in here maybe a couple hours. I got a few more of those in me. I think that deserves a couple more of those pins off you. Which ones?”

“My nipples,” said Lisa.

“Ooohhhh, you know what,” said Anna suddenly. “I forgot. You need a special name for me. You gotta call me boss. Every time you say something you gotta say boss.”

“My nipples… boss?” said Lisa.

“Cool,” said Anna. She reached out and plucked the clothespins from Lisa’s nipples. “You play with yourself, sweetie?”

“Umm, sometimes, boss,” said Lisa.

“Yeah, all you pretty little girls do,” said Anna. “Cum sometimes, too?”

“Yeah, usually, boss,” said Lisa.

“Wanna cum now?”

“No, boss,” said Lisa with a glance toward the camera. She didn’t want to put on a show of playing with herself and then cumming. She looked back at the look of disappointment on Anna’s face. “Yes, boss?” she said, tentatively changing her mind just to wipe that look of scorn from Anna. .

“Oh, yeah, good answer,” said Anna, brightening. “I wanna watch that, too.”

Lisa thought she’d be freed to put on the show, but Anna got up and went to the box again. This time she came away holding a fake cock with straps. She hooked the straps around her hips and thighs, and then posed so Lisa could see the hard cock between her legs.

“No,” wailed Lisa. “Not with that. I’m a… I’m a… I’m a…”

“Virgin?” finished Anna. “A condition that will soon be fixed.” She paused and looked at Lisa. “Oh, sweetie, your mind may be saying no, no, no, but your body is saying yes, yes, yes. Or maybe it’s saying, I’m a helpless little twit tied up and ready for anything. Take me. Please.”

“No, it’s not, boss.”

“Oh, yes, it is,” said Anna. She knelt between Lisa’s legs, inches from her pussy. “Talk to me o virgin pussy. What is it, yes or no? Oh, what’s that? Helpless little twit did you say? Poke anything in me did you say? Fucking hump me like I was a bitch in heat? OK, if you insist.” She looked back up at Lisa’s face. “Seems to me that the helpless little twit part wins.”

“Please, boss,” begged Lisa.

“Yes, I will please you,” said Anna. “But you may not appreciate this first part since you haven’t done this before. You see, this is hard plastic and not very slippery. Your tight little twat is, well, it’s not very wet either and it is very tight. So, we need to make the fake cock slippery. Know how we do that?”

“No,” said Lisa. And she didn’t think she wanted to know how either.

Anna knelt over Lisa like she had done when she wanted her pussy licked. But, this time she put the cock to Lisa’s mouth instead of her own pussy. “Lick it,” said Anna.

“Oh, fuck no, buh… buh… buh…” said Lisa as she realized Anna was going to make her blow the dildo on camera.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” said Anna. “Lick it or it’ll hurt like hell when it goes up that tight little cunt of yours.”

Well, it wasn’t like it was a real cock and it wasn’t like she was being forced to *suck* it. So, Lisa surrendered to the dominant girl again and ran her tongue over the 8-inch length of the shaft that bobbed in front of her. The smell of Anna’s pussy still filled the air as she licked up and down the hard plastic. If this was going inside her, she wanted it ready. Actually, she knew there was no if involved. This was going inside her and she wanted it ready.

After a minute or so of that, Anna put the cock to Lisa’s lips and said, “Open wide.”

“What?”

“Open fucking wide.”

“Please, no, boss” said Lisa. She shuddered as she realized that Anna was going to up the ante, but she opened her mouth tentatively. As Anna waited for her, she opened wider and then even wider.

“That ought to do it,” said Anna as she slid the tip of the cock between Lisa’s lips. “Natural born cocksucker, just like all the rich little girls.” She slid the cock in and almost out and then in again. “Nothing like a cock in your mouth, is there, sweetie,” she taunted Lisa. “Oh, fuck,” she said in sudden surprise. “I’ll bet you never even saw one of these up close before. I’ll bet you never even saw a boy naked before. Hell, I should have introduced you to Richard. Lisa, this is Richard. Richard, those are Lisa’s tonsils. Hey, we just call him Dick for short.”

Lisa was in no position to argue with Anna. She just took the cock that was offered to her. It threatened to go too deep, but then it pulled up short. Anna toyed with Lisa, getting about 3-inches of the massive cock in her mouth before she felt resistance.

“I think Dick is about slick enough to take your cherry, sweetie,” said Anna. “Just one thing I want first. I want you to go… Accckkkk.”

Lisa’s eyes clouded in confusion. She wondered what Anna was talking about. Then, Anna let the cock slide to four inches deep. “Accckkkkk!” squawked Lisa as she gagged.

“Good girl,” said Anna. “Wanna do that again?”

Lisa shook her head.

“Oh, come on,” said Anna. “Like what? You’re gonna stop me?” She shoved the cock deep again, watching Lisa struggle, gasp, and gag. “You know a real pro can take the whole thing and not gag. What kind of cocksucker are you?” She forced the cock deep again and felt Lisa’s throat tense as her gag reflex kicked in. “We’re gonna have to work on that.”

Lisa was relieved to notice that further work on that would come later. Anna climbed off her and squatted between her legs. Without ceremony she pulled off the last two clothespins. “Guess you earned that,” said Anna. She put the cock to Lisa’s pussy and spread the helpless girl’s lips open wide. “Not very wet in there,” said Anna. “But hell, here it goes.” She pushed the head of the cock inside Lisa.

“Wanna wave at the camera?” asked Anna.

Lisa knew Anna was only teasing her. She wasn’t able to move her arms at all and Anna wouldn’t free her now. “Aahhhhh,” she moaned as the cock slid deeper. “Not…ohhhh.” She felt the final resistance of her hymen give way to the insistent thrust of the cock. She looked down between her legs, marveling at the magical way the entire 8-inches of cock had disappeared inside her. She could feel the muscles of her pussy tense around the intruder, then a sucking feeling as it pulled back out.

“God damn, that looked like it felt good, didn’t it,” said Anna. She pushed the cock slowly in to the hilt again. “Tell me it does, sweetie.”

“It feels good, boss,” lied Lisa.

“Sweet,” said Anna. “All the girls say that about their first cock.” She took the strokes slow and easy, letting Lisa’s cunt stretch to match the size of the cock. After a few strokes, she could tell the penetration was easier and she set up a faster rhythm, in and out.

“Imagine I’m a boy,” said Anna. “Imagine I’m THE boy. I’m gonna do this until you cum and you’re not gonna cum until you really get into this. So, shut your eyes, sweetie, and pretend your boyfriend is riding you hard.”

Lisa shut her eyes, forgetting about the rape and tried to imagine what it would be like for Ryan, Ryan Daniels to be fucking her for real. She felt lips on her nipples, making them tingle with pleasure. She had a football stud riding her. The best looking, most athletic boy in her class was doing her. She let the fantasy fill her as it had on so many lonely nights. Only this time, there was a real cock inside her. “Huuuh,” she gasped as she felt the first tingle in her pussy. Oh yes, he was going to do it for her. He was going to make her cum. She thrust her hips up to meet his cock. “Mmmmm,” she rumbled as the tingle spread from her nipples to her tummy to her cunt and back again.

Her clit was swollen and demanding. At this point in her fantasy, her busy little fingers would pick up speed and take her over the edge. She felt the cock pick up speed, pounding hard and deep inside her. Her clit exploded in pleasure. “Oooohhhh,” she gasped as her body tensed in release. “Yessss.”

“Open your eyes,” said Anna, snapping Lisa back to reality. “Look at me and cum for me, my little prison slut. You’re first cum is on the cock of a girl and don’t you ever forget it.”

“Haaa, huuuhhh, mmmmm, yes,” grunted Lisa, unable to withdraw from the pleasant feeling that filled her body. She came watching Anna slide that big fake cock up inside her.

Then Anna leaned tenderly over her new conquest. She brushed her lips across Lisa’s lips as she pumped the cock two more times, slowly, gently, easing Lisa down from the high. She wanted Lisa to remember the moment. Lying on top of her, she held the 15-year-old close and licked at her ear. “That’s my sweetie,” breathed Anna softly. “Only one more thing left to do.”

Lisa breathed deep, feeling the tingle slowly subside from her. She opened her eyes to look into Anna’s smiling face. But, it was a sinister smile that reminded her of what had just happened. She’d been raped on her first day in boot camp. She’d been forced to have lesbian sex against her will. No amount of feeling good from a forced orgasm would chase that horror from her mind. What more could Anna do to her?

The dom gave Lisa a few minutes to recover from the orgasm and then set about showing Lisa just what else she had in mind. First, she sat Lisa up. With her legs spread, it was awkward to sit, but Anna propped her up so she could untie Lisa’s bound arms. Then, she tied Lisa’s wrists one-by-one to a bar attached securely to the wall about a foot higher than the bed. With her hands tied three feet apart, Lisa was still in no position to argue with Anna.

Next, Anna untied Lisa’s ankles from the bed frame. She pulled on Lisa’s legs until the blond was nearly off the bed. Lisa’s shoulders rested on the mattress, but the rest of her body drooped over the edge. Then, Anna pulled Lisa’s legs up over her, folding her in half. She finished the whole thing off by tying Lisa’s ankles spread wide to the same bar that held Lisa’s wrists in place.

With her legs spread and her ass sticking almost straight up in the air, Lisa thought she was in the perfect position for a spanking. Anna could slap her ass all she wanted and Lisa could do nothing but say thank you for each blow. Through the whole shift in position, Anna didn’t take off the strap on cock, but Lisa didn’t notice that until Anna stood on the bed, straddling her available ass.

“What are you going to do, boss?” asked Lisa, her voice trembling. Now it looked a lot like Anna planned to fuck her again, except that her pussy was scrunched close by her awkward position.

Without a word, Anna let a trail of spit drool from her mouth and onto Lisa’s ass. It pooled right in Lisa’s puckered asshole. Then she put the dildo to Lisa’s tight hole and pushed.

“Aaahhhhhh,” wailed Lisa as the cock slid down into her ass. She had a perfect, front row seat to her own ass rape, but she hadn’t seen it coming until the cock was inside her. She watched in amazement as Anna let her weight settle down and sink the cock to the hilt. It felt like she was going to split in two.

“Yeah,” said Anna with that same sinister smile. “Nothing like a good ass fuck, sweetie.” She pulled up and then sank the cock back in. “How about a nice thank you?”

“Th-thank you, boss,” said Lisa.

“You bet,” said Anna. “Thank me for being the first up your tight ass.” She started fucking in earnest, sliding the cock deep with each thrust.

“Hunh, hunh, hunh,” grunted Lisa with each thrust.

“God damn, I do love a 15-year-old ass,” said Anna. “I’ll bet the audience does, too. Wanna bet that everyone has cum by now? Just from watching you take it up the ass, sweetie.”

“Hunh, hunh, hunh,” said Lisa in response. She felt her ass loosen up. Taking the cock was getting easier now.

“Know what else I like?” taunted Anna. She could tell that she wouldn’t get any response from the bound girl. “I love the way your tits bounce as I fuck you. I love the fact that I’ve got a little blond prison slut who’s going to keep me happy for the next 6 weeks.”

Anna put her finger to Lisa’s clit and rubbed hard and fast as she fucked Lisa.

Lisa’s grunts changed from unintelligible to, “Oh God, oh God, oh God, please, don’t, please, don’t, make, me, cum, oh fuck.”

But Anna didn’t stop. She slid the cock in and out, diddling Lisa off until her captive squealed in orgasm again.

Satisfied that she’d used Lisa in every way she wanted, Anna pulled out of Lisa’s ass. She untied Lisa’s ankles, giving her captive a bit of a reprieve. Then she looked at Lisa and said, “I’m ready to start all over again. How about you?”