THE HUMILIATION OF KATIE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

[ part 1 ]

Katie gagged as the cock fucking her face stabbed in, hitting the back of her throat before forcing its way further down. Her eyes watering as she gagged, trying to cough around the prick filling her narrow throat, she looked up at the man who was choke-fucking her. She begged with her eyes for mercy. Her big brown eyes poured tears down her stretched open cheeks. She couldn't bite him. The ring between her teeth kept her jaws stretched as wide apart as they could go without being dislocated. She gasped as he pulled out, feeling a tiny amount of vomit spill up her throat and drool out her tightly stretched lips, dripping from her chin onto the floor beneath her.

The man raping her mouth laughed in her crying face. "Dirty little whore! You don't deserve to suck my cock, but I can rape your face. We are all going to rape every hole you have! You only get to cum, if you are able!" He grabbed her pigtails and held her head as his hips surged forward, burying his fat cock even deeper into her throat.

Katie tried to scream. She knew it wouldn't do any good, but she couldn't stop herself from trying any more than she could close her mouth or her legs right now. The scream was shoved back into her throat by the fat log of cock. She didn't know it, but the scream only made the throat-rape sweeter for the man doing it.

She felt her wrists burn as she twisted, or tried to twist, her arms. They were bound together with rough hemp at the wrist behind her back and then her arms had been pulled upward at the wrist until her shoulders nearly dislocated. Her ankles and knees burned too. The ankles were tied with the same rough rope. They were spread out wide behind her and her weight rested on her knees. These were pressing into tiny grains of uncooked rice on the hard floor. The twisting and writhing in bondage also made Katie's nipples burn as the clamps on her little nipples dug in, twisting and keeping the trapped, sensitive flesh from going numb.

She felt one of the other men rubbing at her hairless little pussy with what felt like a dirty, rough towel. Her body sought to push her cuntflesh and clit against even this jagged stimulation. She'd been used so much that it was reflex to try and find as much pleasure as she could. Her body was used to clinging to those scraps of pleasure like a drowning man clinging to anything that floated.

"Oh, no you don't, little white-trash cunt! No you don't rub your cunt to get off!" The man behind her said, pulling the towel away just as Katie was beginning to feel some pleasure.

"Why did you rub her anyway?" The mouth-fucker grunted.

"I was trying to dry off her little bald fuckslot. She's been dripping wet since we tied her up! If I shoved in with her that wet I might as well be getting sloppy seconds!" The man behind her laughed.

"Wait till I start raping her ass. She'll wish she could lube up there as easily!" A third man said as he stroked his cock, watching the first two.

Katie saw the semi-hard cock he was slow-stroking and if she weren't already choking she would have been. It was huge and pierced with multiple metal things. It reminded her of studded snow tires and she clenched her ass at the thought of that thing digging for traction up her ass.

"Oh, FUCK! This is so goddam SWEET!" Tameesha said. "I'm gonna cum AGAIN!"

Katie could just barely see the older girl, her owner, her mistress. The girl who had put her here, as a tortured toy for these men. The light cocoa colored skin of her inner thighs was spread wide as she played her fingers over her own coral-pink inner cunt lips. A small puddle of girl cum lay on the seat of her chair.

"Hurt the little white-trash whore! HURT HER!" Tameesha yelled as she shook with another orgasm watching the younger girl being tortured and raped.

***

Katie didn't look forward to moving into the house trailer. She remembered how at her old school the kids had made fun of kids who lived in trailer parks. She had at least lived in a condominium. That made her better than the boys and girls who were usually wearing clothes that were old, worn-out, too big or too small on their growing bodies. Even if she didn't have all the cool clothes she was not at the bottom of the school pecking order.

That had been before. Before daddy lost his job as a programmer. It wasn't his fault. The company he worked for and invested all his savings in went out of business. Just a year before daddy had looked at fancy sports cars and talked about how much money he had in stocks. Then he started worrying a lot about money and soon after he had stopped going to work. He said his company wasn't there anymore.

They had gotten by for a time. Katie stopped seeing much money, watching mommy and daddy pay for groceries with credit cards, not cash or debit cards. She was with mommy once when they were doing this and how the clerk had told mommy that her card had been declined. They had left the store without groceries and mommy had sat behind the wheel of their car crying for a long time before finally driving home.

It wasn't more than a few days after that when daddy had killed himself. It had happened while Katie was at school. Just after lunch mommy came to the class room and took her out of class after a short, tearful talk with Katie's teacher.

Katie never went back to the condominium where they had lived. Mommy had taken a room at a motel. She stayed there with her mommy, not even finishing the rest of the school year.

She watched TV a lot during that time. The motel room only had a bathroom to go to for privacy. She watched TV to keep from hearing mommy crying. To not see mommy drinking booze. To not hear mommy screaming at people on the telephone about insurance money and debts.

Mommy finally did whatever she had to do though. Katie didn't understand much, but mommy had to give back the car she had been leasing and buy a cheap, old car. Mommy said they would get by.

Mommy now had to work at a bar and Katie couldn't visit there. Mommy had to dress with a lot of skin showing and she looked tired all the time, coming back to the motel room late at night. Katie often woke up when mommy came back and pretended to sleep while hearing her mommy crying and drinking until she passed out.

Katie's twelfth birthday wasn't very special. She had looked forward to it before all this started going wrong. She still hoped somehow she could make everything better. The grocery store-bought cake mommy brought to the motel room had twelve candles. As she blew the candles out Katie wished that things would go back to normal, that daddy was alive. She blew out all the candles but when she was done she and mommy were still in the motel room and daddy was still dead. The dress mommy had bought her at the Salvation Army didn't fit right, but Katie didn't complain. It was the first new piece of clothing she'd had in months.

When mommy bought the trailer with what she said was insurance money Katie had tried not to act disappointed. It wasn't even a new trailer, but a used one. Very used.

It was good, though to finally have a room of her own. A room where she could go and close the door. A room where she be farther away from mommy when mommy started drinking and crying.

A place to hide in and cry, silently, when mommy came home drunk one night with a loud, drunken man.

***

Katie stood at the stop for the school bus with some of the other kids from the trailer park where she now lived. She tried not to look around at the other kids, remembering how she had joined in with the teasing last year. She was now one of the kids who would be teased about where she lived.

She fought back tears, shifting from foot to foot in the shoes. They were too tight, but they went with the dress she wore. The one mommy had given her for her twelfth birthday last month. She started to sigh, and then stopped herself. Whenever she took a deep breath the dress drew really, really tight across her chest. This pushed her just-starting breasts against the thin fabric. The movement also made her sensitive nipples hard and showed the world that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not even a camisole. There wasn’t money for such things.

She had asked mommy to get her one, even a used bra would be something. She knew she didn't have much on top, not like some of the girls in the trailer park, but she was also nervous about people looking at her. She had started feeling the eyes of the older men, some of the teenage boys and she thought maybe some of the women who lived there on her. She didn't know why she felt it.

She was just a girl, still. Her butt was still a tight bubble that packed her shorts and jeans full and maybe a little more since all her clothes were now older, bought when she was eleven. Her t-shirts no longer came down to meet the top of her shorts or jeans, but that was actually sort of cool. Everybody had a bare middle now. Her legs seemed longer but were still skinny. She was paler than the other kids. When they lived at the motel she didn't get outdoors much.

Mommy had insisted she wear the new dress. It would be Katie's first day at the new school. The trailer park they lived in wasn't in the same school district as her old school.

Katy tried to tug the hemline of her dress lower. The pink material tried to stretch but wouldn't go down any more to cover more of her thighs. Katie shifted again in the too tight shoes. The short hemline of the dress wouldn't be so bad if she had on tights or pantyhose under it but mommy said they couldn't afford them. All of Katie's old tights were too short now. They wouldn't stretch to cover her from toes to hips. The longest pair she owned stopped with the waistband just below her butt.

Her bare thighs shivered in the cool morning air as the breeze curled under her skirt and against the thin cotton panties she wore. Katie felt her already hard nipples tighten almost till they hurt.

She thought she heard the heavy diesel engine of a school bus and looked up to see one of the high school boys staring at her. Or more exactly, she realized, at the tips of her nipples against the pink fabric of the dress.

Katie turned away from his burning eyes, a burning in her face and ears. As hot as her embarrassment made her she still felt the cold and doubted that she would soon get relief for how hard it made her nipples.

The engine did prove to be the bus, though and it stopped for the small knot of kids waiting outside of the trailer park. As the noise of the bus motor went down the volume of the jeering of the kids inside the bus went up.

"Trailer-trash, trailer-trash!"

"Better take the tires with you so your home doesn't run away from you!"

The rest of the jeering became a buzz as the various voices decided to pick out different victims from the group of trailer park dwellers to taunt and tease. Fat kids got teased about fat. Skinny and short kids got teased about their sizes. Through it all Katie kept her head down and her loose leaf binder in front of her. She climbed the metal steps of the bus and stood there, waiting for the traffic to let her through to find a seat.

The backpack on the boy in front of her caught on the binder as he went to sit in an aisle seat, dragging it from her hands and thereby revealing what she wanted to keep hidden, the outline of her hard nipples through the dress.

"Whoa, headlights!" A boy called out.

With his shout every voice stopped and every head turned, and they all zoomed in for a look at the way her nipples stood out against the dress.

Katie put one arm over her chest to block the view as she reached down, trying to grab for the binder on the floor.

She had forgotten about being in a dress, forgot about how you are supposed to bend your knees, keeping them together, when you bend down in a dress. All she wanted to do was get her binder and get a seat. When she felt the hand on her bottom, with just the panties between her bottom and the hand of a stranger she yelped and jumped upright again.

The whole bus wasn't just looking at her, they were now laughing at her.

"Trashy slut, bare little butt!" Some quick wit chirped up. Then someone else repeated it, followed by three or four more. Then everyone who wasn't laughing, the very few, were chanting it. "Trashy slut! Bare little butt!"

Katie put her hands over her face, tears already leaking from her eyes. She wanted to turn around and get off the bus and never go to school again in her life!

A slap rang out. When it was repeated and there were still kids chanting a heavy-sounding male voice bellowed out, "SHUDDUP!"

Silence stuck even faster than the chant had begun. Not even nervous giggles broke the silence. Katie dared to peek through her fingers.

At the back of the bus was the biggest high school boy she had ever seen. He had to weigh more than 350 lbs. and his shoulders were about a yard across. She knew without having to see that his was the voice that had bellowed. He wore glasses that were completely black in front and his skin was not much lighter in shade.

Because of looking for that voice she almost missed seeing the smaller figure directly in front of him. This figure looked tiny, but that was mostly from contrast.

Into the silence that threatened to even draw in the idling bus engine the smaller figure spoke in a clear, crisp high-pitched voice.

"Everybody just lay off the girl! C'mon, girl, you can sit by me."

Katie looked at the speaker, someone who was telling the teasing kids to stop teasing her, with something just short of total awe. The person was a young girl, though older than Katie. She had a coffee with cream sort of complexion. Her black hair was straightened and pulled back into a high pony tail. Her high cheek bones set the tone for a face that wouldn't appear out of place in an ad for a modeling agency. Makeup adorned her face in a skillfully applied look that was almost invisible, heightening the natural beauty.

"C'mon, girl, I am not going to ask again. You can sit with me." The girl said.

Katie started to bend over for her book again when it was suddenly thrust into her hands by one of the kids who had been tormenting her just moments ago. None of them met her eyes as she made her way to the back of the bus.

The hulk in the very back seat had resumed his seat as had the girl who had scooted over to make room on the seat for the younger, scared girl. Katie took the offered seat, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Thank you." Katie said, looking at the floor. Could such simple words help to repay someone who would go so far for her?

"Oh, don't you mind about those stupids. They are just teasing you because you are pretty." The older girl said. "I'm Tameesha. What's your name, pretty girl?"

Katie was having trouble believing her ears. Tameesha was the first person, besides her parents, to call her "pretty". Even that she hadn't heard much from her mommy since daddy went away. Mommy was either drinking or sick or tired all the time, now.

"I am, I mean, my name is Katie." She said. She felt like should couldn't do anything right, including talking to this other girl. She knew she wasn't as pretty as Tameesha was yet here the older girl kept calling plain Katie 'pretty'. Katie felt a thrill at being complimented but couldn't really enjoy it. One part of her mind felt that she wasn't deserving of the praise, but put the fault on her for not meeting the standard, not on Tameesha.

Tameesha put her hand over Katie's, giving it a squeeze. Katie felt the touch on her hand tug on her heart. Back when things were good she was used to being hugged by mommy or daddy all the time. Since daddy went away she had hardly ever felt the touch of another person and she hadn't realized that she missed it terribly.

The bus rolled on toward school as Tameesha's darker hand rested on Katie's pale skin. Tameesha asked questions of Katie and she answered them in a semi-daze. She wasn't told much about Tameesha or about the much, much larger boy in the seat behind them.

The arrival of the bus at school meant parting from Tameesha as the older girl went on to higher grade classes.

Katie felt the loss of Tameesha's company with an almost physical pain.

***

When the school day was over and it was time to get on the bus Katie's heart rose. Under the watchful eyes of teachers she hadn't suffered from much teasing, although recess had been bad. Tameesha, being older, wasn't at the recess sessions Katie had. Kids, though, being busy with their own fun didn't dwell on teasing the new kid and since most didn't know where she lived she didn't get the same level as she'd suffered that morning on the bus.

As the kids lined up for the bus Katie worried that she would once more be taunted, but the other kids looked at her, then away. It seemed as though they wanted to keep up their fun, but were afraid. She was still wondering about that when she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She turned her head and saw it was Tameesha.

"Miss me?" Tameesha asked, her teeth shining bright. She slid her arms down from Katie's shoulders, wrapping them around Katie's middle and hugging the younger girl.. Katie felt the older girl's larger breasts pressing against her back and the warmth of the arms around her. It was a shock to her to feel this, but the contact again felt good. She tried to remember being hugged. The last time was the hugs of near-strangers, aunts, uncles, and such from her father's funeral. Those were sad, duty hugs. This one was a happy hug, for her, not for family duty.

Tameesha brought the arms wrapped around Katie up. As they slid up her body Katie felt the older girl's hands brush across the tips of her just-starting breasts. The contact of the moment sent a tingle through her as she felt her nipples being rubbed, even briefly.

Katie didn't know much about sex, but she did know that girls that got hot for other girls were something dirty. Kids threw words like 'dyke' or 'lezzie' around without explaining, but you could know they were bad things. She again felt embarrassed by the older girl's attentions, but thought that maybe it was herself, Katie, who was being bad. She was the one with the tingle when Tameesha was just being very friendly.

"Let's sit together again on the bus home." Tameesha said.

Katie worried that more contact with Tameesha would make her tingle more, and that might lead her to do something stupid that would make this wonderful, beautiful girl mad at her. "Are you sure you want me to sit with you?"

"Yes, pretty Katie, I do!" Tameesha said, teeth flashing bright in the afternoon sun. "You aren't tired of me, are you, girl?"

"No!" Katie said. The last thing she could be was tired of Tameesha.

"Then let's go!"

Tameesha took her hands off Katie's body, but took her by the hand. She kept a grip on the smaller, younger girl as they mounted the bus steps and went back to the seat they had shared this morning. The huge older boy wasn't sitting in the very back seat, though, this time.

After they were settled, Tameesha spoke to Katie, leaning in close. Katie could smell the perfume the older girl wore. The scent was subtle, but made her want to smell it again and again. Made her want to lean in closer to the older girl to smell it.

"You ever tried any of this?" Tameesha said. She held out a hand, opening to show a tiny white pill laying on the lighter colored surface of her palm.

Katie had been through all the lectures and such that schools put on about drugs. She'd always thought that if someone offered her drugs it would be some dirty old man or maybe the tough kids at school. This was different, though. This was her savior from this morning, Tameesha. Tameesha the one who hugged her for no reason and told her she was pretty.

"Uh, no..." Katie could say that honestly. She'd never taken any drugs not from a doctor or pharmacy.

"It's really expensive stuff, but I like you. I can share some of mine with you. Makes you feel really, really good!" Tameesha said as she put her hand over Katie's and dropped the small tablet into her hand.

Katie couldn't see how she could refuse to hold the pill, though she knew it was forbidden fruit. She couldn't tell Tameesha 'No!' and walk away like she had imagined doing if offered drugs someday. Tameesha was giving her an expensive gift, sharing something she had gotten for herself. If she refused it would make the older girl hate her.

"Go on, swallow it." Tameesha urged.

"I, uh, I need water."

"Naw, it will dissolve if you put it in your mouth. Just pop it right in. It tastes a little bitter, but not too bad."

Katie had tried to beg off, but now Tameesha expected to see her put it in her mouth.

She raised the hand to her mouth and caught the tablet off her damp palm with her tongue. It started to melt right away. Bitter, yes, but not too bad. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth that contained the remnants of the pill.

She wasn't sure what to expect. In the films they showed things happened really fast. One minute someone takes a drug, the next they are seeing things all blurry or stretched out or both.

"Gonna make you tingle. All over." Tameesha said.

Her new friend was leaning in close. Did she know about the tingle from when her hands had brushed against Katie's nipples?

"That's what the stuff does. It makes you tingle all over. One special place particularly, though!" Tameesha giggled, bright teeth flashing as she put her dark hand on Katie's pale, bare thigh.

Katie realized she was feeling a tingle in one special place. That place was between her legs, as the tingle from the nipple brushing had made it tingle.

"This is what being high is like?" Katie asked. Not having anything to compare it to she wasn't sure if this was the worst it would get or not.

"No, this is the way this stuff makes you feel. It's better than grass or booze This stuff doesn't fuck you up or make you stupid. This makes you tingle and the tingle gets better and better."

The warmth of Tameesha's hand on her thigh kept Katie occupied. This was tingling and it was feeling good. Very good. Katie put her own hand on top of Tameesha's hand and then turned, smiling a little to her friend.

Even looking at Tameesha made the tingle stronger, she realized. "Did you take some, too? Are you... tingling?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm tingling! Just wait. It's going to keep going all night for you!"

The driver took the bus through a turn a little fast and Katie slid over against Tameesha, her left arm pressed along the darker, older girl's right arm. She felt the tingle growing. She could feel something else, too. Her panties were a little damp.

"It's really naughty, isn't it?" Tameesha giggled.

"Yeah!" Katie giggled, too. She was less worried, now, about how she tingled around Tameesha. If she did it was because of the drug. Tameesha had given her the drug and it was supposed to make her tingle.

"When you get alone you can make the tingle better. Just use your fingers." Tameesha said as the bus started slowing, pulling up to the trailer park.

"What do you mean?" Katie asked.

"Just touch, and rub, and pinch. You'll know. What is your telephone number?"

Katie said it, not even wondering why Tameesha wanted it. The tingle was taking over and she felt good.

The bus stopped and there was no time to ask more. No more time to spend with Tameesha. Katie stood up, making her way down the aisle of the bus, getting off last from the group of kids who lived there. Leaving Tameesha there was hard, but Katie knew there wasn't another way to do things.

After she got down she turned to look at the windows at the back of the bus. She saw Tameesha at her window, smiling. The older girl put her hand to her lips, kissing the fingertips, then waving, sending a kiss through the air to Katie. Katie reached up, snatching the thrown kiss from the air and putting her own fingers to her lips.

What would it be like to kiss Tameesha? The tingle burned hot at the thought. The air drifting lazy under her dress cooled the wetness on her panties, sending a naughty thrill through her.

***

Katie had a lot of time alone to herself tonight. Mommy would be working until long past the time for her to go to bed.

She didn't feel hungry yet, so she didn't make herself a peanut butter sandwich, which was most of what she did eat when mommy worked. She instead went to her room.

Letting go of Tameesha to get off the bus made her feel a little down, but the tingle was still with her. Tameesha had said it would go on all night. She might as well see what touching did to the tingle.

She started with her own hand on her thigh, where Tameesha's had rested. Katie sat on the bed, concentrating on remembering Tameesha. How the older, beautiful girl looked. How she smelled. The way her eyes lit up when she smiled, bright teeth in the darker complexion.

Katie realized she'd drawn the hand up her thighs and to the inside, almost to the crotch of her panties. She lay back on her bed and spread her legs, feeling her fingertips brush across the wet spot on her panties. The touch made her moan out loud. She gasped, sitting up. What if someone heard?

There wasn't anyone to hear her being naughty, nor see it. She relaxed and touched again. Louder now, she moan and felt the tingle turn from a spark to a fire there. She knew about touching there, some. She'd done things with that part of her from time to time, as she grew up.

This was better, though. Stronger. What would it be like if Tameesha touched her there?

"Taaaammmeeeeshhhhaaaaaa!"

The moaning of the girl's name made her raise her hips to push against the gentle probing of the fingers and almost a gushing of liquid from inside.

Maybe it was wrong to think about Tameesha like that, but Tameesha had given her the drug. It was okay if Tameesha gave her the drug, right?

Katie shoved right and wrong out of her mind. She was enjoying the tingle and didn't want to feel it stop or lessen. She pulled the wet crotch of her panties aside and touched her bare little cunny lips with her finger tips.

"OH! God! Tameesha!" Katie moaned as she slid her fingertips up and down on the wet lips of her cun-cun. She wanted to feel more, to keep going and going.

What if she got this wet stuff on her pink dress? It was dry clean only and mommy couldn't afford dry cleaning very often. Katie stood up and reached for the buttons at the front of the dress, stopping just short as she realized the stuff was dripping from her fingers.

How to clean it off? She thought about racing to the bathroom or kitchen to wash her hands but the tingle was impatient, demanding more of her touching NOW. What if she just licked it off?

Licked off what had come out of her cunny? The tingle flared at the thought. It liked things that were dirty.

She tried just a taste, a quick lick at a wet finger tip. Not too bad, sort of sweet. Then she was licking and sucking the wet from her fingertips. She almost dipped her fingers back between her legs before remembering she wanted to take the dress off. She quickly unbuttoned it and laid it across the back of the only chair in her room. She pulled off her tight-fitting shoes and then shoved the wet panties down her thighs.

She was naked and it was full daylight outside. That felt naughty, too. So did lying naked on the bed, with her legs spread. Her fingers went down, sliding across the lips of her cun-cun.

She moaned Tameesha's name over and over, imagining it was the darker skinned girl who was touching her there. Did Tameesha want to see her naked? She had said Katie was pretty. What was wrong with that?

What did Tameesha look like naked? Katie started to imagine. Her beautiful face was easy. Her breasts were larger than Katies. Would they have bright pink little nipples? No, her skin was darker, they would be a dark brown. Her tummy would be flat and smooth. Innie or outie? Definietly an innie. Her bottom was bigger than Katies, she could tell that from the tight jeans Tameesha had worn. Round and firm and high and oh, so beautiful. And between her legs, would Tameesha have hair? Mommy had hair there, Katie didn't, yet. Maybe somewhere between the two...

Katie came, screaming Tameesha's name in a shrill, high-pitched squeal of pleasure. She hadn't known this could happen and the event shook her all over. Literally, after she stopped tensing all over. Her small body shook on the bed, throbbing in ever corner from the force of the orgasm.

She sank back on the bed, confused but enjoying the feelings. She had heard the word "cum" and knew it was dirty but people were supposed to want it. If this is what people felt then she knew why people wanted it!

The phone was ringing. It had run twice before she realized it had rung at all. She dashed out of her room, naked except for her socks and picked up the phone on the fourth ring.

"Hi, Katie. It's Tameesha. You liking the tingle?"

Katie blushed, thankful that Tameesha couldn't see it, then realized she was totally naked and was even more glad Tameesha couldn't see her. Then the tingle started as she realized she really did like the idea of Tameesha seeing her naked.

"Something wrong?" Tameesha said as the awkward pause grew.

"No, oh, yeah, I love the tingling!" Katie felt like she gave everything away saying it like she did.

"Oh? Maybe you did more than just tingle?" Tameesha had a teasing sound to her voice, but Katie knew it wasn't teasing her in a cruel way. It was fun teasing, like calling a tall person shorty. She giggled harder in answer.

"The touching makes it hotter, doesn't it, Katie-baby?"

"Yes!" Katie said, remembering how just moments ago she was shaking all over from the explosion in her body.

"You should try doing naughty things while touching. It makes everything tingle that much hotter!"

"Like what?" Katie didn't know if she could survive it if things got hotter, but was curious.

"Like calling a pretty girl on the phone. Standing naked in the living room, touching while you... tell her....about it. OH!"

Katie almost dropped the phone in shock. She was hearing Tameesha moaning but if she thought she understood then Tameesha was thinking about HER when she touched.

Her cunny, so sensitive from exploding just seconds ago was already throbbing, getting freshly wet imagining Tameesha standing naked in her living room like Katie was and touching herself the way Katie did when she had her cum.

"Did I gross you out?" Tameesha said. She was breathing fast, but still sounded worried.

"No. No you didn't."

"Did you do anything..." again, Tameesha moaned, "naughty?"

"Yes."

"Tell me! Tell me quick!"

"I tasted. Tasted what came out of me. Down there."

Katie heard the other girl stop breathing, then a loud, wordless cry. Different from, but so very much like the one Katie had done just a little bit ago. And hearing it made her want to do it again.

"I been tasting mine for years. I like the flavor, don't you?" Tameesha said, gulping for air, her teeth chattering a little.

"Yeah."

"Touch yourself. Let me hear you." Tameesha said.

Katie didn't hesitate. The tingle was making her want to do that and the tingle only kept getting stronger as she listened to Tameesha.

She once more slid her fingers across her slit, letting out a soft moan, repressed some because she was afraid.

"More. I like hearing the noise. I let you hear me. C'mon. I'm going to touch again. I want to hear you touching."

Katie touched more, spreading her legs and standing with one hand on the phone, the other pressing between her legs. She didn't hold back now when she moaned, her breathing speeding up. She could hear more moaning from Tameesha's side of the phone call. This made Katie's tingle burn, imagining Tameesha's naked body, hearing her for real, and knowing Tameesha could hear her, too.

"- I said stop! Now!" Tameesha was saying. It had taken Katie a few seconds to realize she was being told to stop.

"But I almost..."

"Yes, but stop with me. Feel it? Feel the tingle burning real hot? Feel how much you want to keep going?"

"Yes!" Katie felt it and wanted so very much to keep going.

"Wait with me. Just feel it, like this. It's delicious to wait like this. To be stopped right before and made to wait.

"But I want to keep going!" Katie was almost in tears with the need to keep going, to feel that explosion. It would be so big because she could hear Tameesha. The need to do it and fighting not to made tears in Katie's eyes.

"Please, Katie. Do it my way. You want to make me happy, right?"

Katie nodded, forgetting that Tameesha couldn't see her for a second. "Yes."

"Good girl. You are my good girl. Now I want you to do some other things with me. I promise it will make it all worthwhile. 'kay?"

"Okay." Katie felt the edge slipping away. She wanted so badly to reach out for it again.

"Okay, you can touch, but only your nipples until I tell you. Okay?"

"Yes." Katie agreed, raising the wet fingers that had been on her slit to her nipples. They were hard. Not the same way as this morning, from the cold, but hard and sensitive. She began playing with them, rubbing, then rolling them a little in her fingertips. She gasped and a small moan came from her lips.

"I wish I could watch you do this. Would you let me watch you sometime? I can give you another pill to make the tingle come on. Would you?"

Tameesha wanted to watch her touch herself? Katie moaned, thinking of the darker girl, bright eyes and brighter smile on her as she did this.

"I guess that's a 'yes'!" Tameesha giggled. "You pinch your nipples yet?"

"No, should I?"

"Do it. For me."

Katie did, pinching down on her right nipple as Tameesha listened. There was pain after she pressed hard enough but even the pain made her tingle. The pain made her tingle hotter than just gentle playing had done to her nipples. Her moan was different this time, mixed with a whimper of pain.

"Good girl. You like that, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Pinch harder. Do it till it really hurts!"

Katie did as the older girl commanded. She was throbbing, overflowing with the tingle. She pinched down as hard as she could. The pain sent a yelp of pain out of her mouth, across the phone lines to her older friend. There was something else, though. Just before she let up from the pinch she realized that she could go over the edge if she did it again.

"Stop, Katie! You sound like you are going to cum from it."

"I can, please? Let me do it, now. I'll do it by hurting my nipples instead of rubbing my cunny, please?"

"Your what? Oh, your cunt. Cunny is a little girl word, Katie. You are too grown up. Call it a cunt, or a pussy, or a twat."

"Please? Can I? Please? I nearly got there!"

"No. Keep saving it. You are making me very wet, Katie. I got wet dripping down my thighs listening to you."

Katie shook, weak in the knees this close to cumming and wanting to do it so bad. "Please! I know I can get hot again after. Just let me do it! I'll be good!"

"Katie, you got all night to cum if you want. My mom and dad will be home soon so I want to make this last until it's almost too late. Doing things when you could get caught makes it better, too. You got curtains in your trailer?"

"Yes."

"They open or closed right now?"

"Closed." Mommy kept them closed so when she got up sick after drinking the light wasn't so bright.

"Open a curtain. A big one."

"But I'm naked! Someone might see!"

"Yeah. I'm on a cordless phone. I am going to stand in front of the biggest window in the house and rub. I want you doing that, too." Tameesha said. Katie could hear the other girl's voice change as she moved around the room, the echoes from the room shifting.

Katie couldn't stop doing what Tameesha asked now. She went to the largest curtained window and put her hand on the cord. She started pulling, light shining through the glass and into the room. She watched the window, afraid she'd see people standing right there.

She could see the trailer next door, but no one was outside walking around. She breathed easier as she finished opening the curtain.

"You in front of the window yet?"

"I am now."

"Okay, rub with me. Tell me what you are rubbing."

"Rubbing my cunny...cunt!" Katie was quick to change the word for Tameesha. Using that word, speaking it to someone, it made doing it even dirtier, hotter than before! She wouldn't be long before she would explode again.

"Good girl. My good, pretty girl. Rubbing her cunt for me!" Tameesha said, her voice husky as she breathed faster. "My cunt is so fucking wet. Anyone could see me playing with it right now. Anyone!"

Katie nodded and moaned, again forgetting that Tameesha couldn't see her, but for now she didn't care. She was rolling toward the edge as her fingers once more slid through her cunt lips.

"STOP!" Tameesha yelled into the phone. Katie froze, but tears sprang to her eyes.

"Please, I gotta do it. I gotta!"

"Listen to me, we are almost there. Almost ready to finish. It's going to be big. The biggest for me because I won't be able to play anymore after mom and dad get home. Do this my way, please, Katie, I know I am making you wait, but I'm waiting too and it's so hot listening to you!"

"Okay, okay, but please let's do whatever it is soon so I can explode!"

"That's my pretty girl. My very pretty, sexy lover girl!" Tameesha said. "What I want to do is pretend we got caught doing this in front of the window. Someone caught us and is going to punish us for playing with our cunts. Do you know how they are going to punish us?"

"No... pinch our nipples?"

"No, worse. They are going to spank us. On the cunt. I heard you hurting your nipples. You are going to love this!"

Katie doubted it, but would do anything for Tameesha right now. She’d do anything for anyone who would let her cum, right now.

"Okay, spread your legs wide as you can. Now, rub your clit, get real close."

"Clit?"

"The button, at the top of your cunt slit."

Katie felt and found the hard little button. It had to be the right one. Touching it just about made her cum just then.

"Got it?"

"YES!"

"Good girl. Hot sweet-cunted, sexy girl. Bad girl, playing with her cunt. Now, we are just about to cum and there is a big man, he is very angry with us for playing with our cunts where people can see. He has big hands. Our legs are open and he slaps at our cunts. Hitting our wet cunts hard. Slap your cunt with your hand, Katie. Slap it hard!"

Katie took her fingers from her clit, her hand was shaking from the need to cum as she held it a little away from her cunt and slapped. The slap was short and not very painful.

"Harder!" Tameesha said, then yelped. Katie heard a slap on Tameesha's side of the phone call. "He's hitting us harder!"

Katie swung harder, much, much harder. The sting burned at her wet cunt lips. The pain, like the pain in her nipples, burned straight down into her. She shook, knees weak. She knew the very next slap would put her over the edge.

Tameesha was already crying out, wordless, enjoying a hard cum again. Katie didn't hesitate to slap again, to join her friend in cumming hard.

She swung her hand, only it wasn't her hand. It was a man's hand. A man who was mad at her, punishing her. Tameesha was watching as the man swung his big hand hitting Katie on her bare, hairless little wet cunt...

Katie screamed cumming harder. She lost her balance, falling to her knees on the floor and then forward so that her head was on the floor. She screamed again and then started sobbing. Tears ran down her cheeks as her body shook, blasted into a billion pieces by the force of the orgasm that had taken her.

"-breathe, Katie. C'mon. Be a good girl."

Tameesha was still on the phone, trying to talk to her. Katie took in a deep lungful of air, then another. She was trembling, still, but not shaking so hard.

"You cummed so hard, baby. I wish I could have seen it." Tameesha purred.

Katie wasn't able to make words, yet. She just moaned in reply.

"I want to stay and talk to you, but mom and dad will be here any second and I'm so wet I smell like a whore after payday." Tameesha laughed.

Hearing that made Katie realize she smelled pretty strong, too.

"I have to go, but I'll bring you another pill tomorrow. Wear a skirt. Okay?"

"Okay." Katie barely got that out before the phone clicked dead.

She lay on the floor for several more minutes before she could get up, shaking and weak.

***

After some rest, lying on the floor naked, Katie felt well enough to stand up again. She took a deep breath and realized what Tameesha had meant about the smell. She took a shower, and then wrapped herself in a bathrobe before going to the kitchen for a peanut butter sandwich.

She was exhausted by the emotional and physical workout and relaxed by the shower. Even though, as promised, the drug left her tingling she fell into bed and asleep. As she drifted, between waking and sleeping she lowered a hand between her legs, her fingers rubbing lightly at her wet, bald cunt.

Over the next several hours she moved around in her sleep, dreams of Tameesha in her head, at times on the verge of cumming again, at other times just dreaming and dreaming she was touching her slit. At one point she dreamed she was moaning to the point of screaming and her eyes snapped open.

Her fingers were dripping wet as was the spot in the bed under her hips, but that wasn't what woke her, she realized. It wasn't even her moaning. That had been muffled in the pillow. It was a lower, more adult moaning.

Katie slipped out of bed and moved silently to the thin door that separated her room from the living room of the trailer. She could hear a man's voice now as well as her mother's. The voices were low when they spoke, too low for their words to travel through the door, but when her mother moaned again Katie knew what that sound meant.

She twisted the knob and pulled the door open a tiny fraction of an inch at a time until she could see into the living room. From where she stood she could see her mother kneeling on the floor of the living room. A strange man stood over her mother. Both adults were naked.

Katie was wide-eyed in shock, seeing her mother like this. She froze, watching her mother with this stranger.

"Rub that cunt of yours for me, little cock-sucking whore!" The man said. His penis stood out hard, angled up toward his belly which was rounded with a beer gut and hairy, as was he, all over. Katie knew it was a penis, but hadn't seen one hard before and it looked big, red and angry, with the head more purple than red. In the low light of the single lamp lit in the living room it glistened.

Katie's mother, Diane, was stroking the shaft of the man's erect penis with one hand and the other was obviously busy between her own legs as she moaned again, loud and low.

"I need to be fucked! You want to fuck me, don't you? Please? I can suck you after, just please fuck me! It's been so long!" Katie heard her mommy telling the stranger. Her mommy's voice was husky and the words slurred from drinking.

"You want to be fucked, whore? You want my big cock up your nasty, little, slut cunt?"

"Yes! I need to be fucked so bad! I need to feel it in my wet fuckhole!"

"Turn around, you horny slut! Turn around and stick it up for me!"

Katie watched as her mother turned on her knees, putting her bare butt up in the air, facing the man. Katie was torn between shutting the door and hiding under the covers and watching this horror as her mother begged a stranger for sex.

The stranger bent over, swinging a hairy arm as he slapped Diane's upturned ass cheeks. "Filthy little whore!"

"Yes! Punish me! Spank me!" Katie heard her mommy say. She could hear the tears in mommy's voice from the pain of the man's spanking and the loud flesh-on-flesh sound.

Fear rooted Katie to the spot. Fear that her mother would be hurt by this man and fear that she wouldn't be able to stop him if he did do something to hurt her.

A wetter sounded slap occurred as the man swung his hand down. Katie saw mommy's body jerk more as her mother yelped in more pain.

"Please don't spank my cunt! Please! I'll be a good girl! I'll let you fuck me!" Even though mommy's words said she didn't want to be spanked there she stuck her hips up to the man even more and didn't move her hands back to protect her body from more spanking. If anything, the grinding motion mommy's hips made looked as if she were trying to wiggle the pain in deeper.

The man slapped at mommy's cunt again, then again. Diane let out a gasp for the first, then a choked scream, her body shaking.

"Did you just cum from being pussy spanked, you wet bitch?" The man said, kneeling behind Katie's mother. Katie could see this brought his cock in line with mommy's cunt.

"Yes! I'm a filthy whore!"

"Yes, you are! I'm going to hurt your cunt with my cock, now, you filthy whore!" The man said, moving his hips closer to her mommy's body. As his cock disappeared from view, entering her mother, Katie heard her mommy's sobbing moan of pleasure.

"So long! Needed hard fuck...so long!" Diane shouted. She pushed her hips back to the stranger.

"Your dirty slut cunt is so wet, so hot! Nice and tight! Bet you love my big cock!"

"YES! Hurt me with it! Hurt my dirty, filthy, nasty, wet, whore cunt! GOD!" Diane shouted the last, her body shaking as the man began pounding her body, grunting. Katie heard the flesh-on-flesh sound of his hips slapping against her mommy's butt and a wetter, squishy-sucking sound.

Mommy started moaning again as the man pounded against her faster. Diane's hips pumping back on the man as he drove forward. He growled, low, then louder, then louder.

"TAKE MY LOAD YOU TRAILER TRASH WHORE!"

Mommy screamed as the man ground against her, screamed and shook, grinding back against him. The pair held like that for a moment that seemed to last a long time, then Katie saw her mommy slump to the floor, breathing hard and fast.

The man's cock was dripping with wetness. Some of it looked like the wet Katie knew came from a cunt but more of it looked thicker, sort of white. She wondered if that had come out of him.

"Get out!" Diane said to the stranger.

"What? I'm going to make you suck me clean, slut!" The man said, crawling toward mommy's head as she lay on the floor.

"I'm NOT trailer trash! You stick that little cock in my mouth and I'll bite it off! Now get the fuck out and don't come back!" Diane said, rising up. Her eyes were blazing hot, teeth bared.

The man looked like he might try to force Katie's mother into doing what he wanted, but then seemed to change his mind. He back away, then stood up, picking up his pants and shoes from the floor.

"Okay, slut, but you think you are gonna get better than me you are dead wrong!"

"I HAD better than you, and bigger than you! He's the one who is dead! He is the one who left us with nothing! I drove a fucking LEXUS! We were going to take a month and go to Europe! But then..." Katie saw her mother put her hands up, sobbing into her hands. "Get out, just get the hell out of my life!"

The man pulled on his pants and shoes, picked up his shirt and then left the trailer, slamming the door on the way out.

Katie wanted to go to mommy, to hold her, but was afraid to. Mommy sat there on the floor of the living room, sobbing. Katie closed the door of her bedroom as silently as she had opened it, and then got back in the bed.

She put her face into her pillow and started sobbing herself, not stopping until she was asleep again.