THE HUMILIATION OF KATIE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

[ part 2 ]

The alarm woke Katie a few hours after she had watched her mother have sex with a stranger. She got out of bed and went to the door, opening it quietly to peek out before opening it more. Sometime after she had gone back to bed her mother hand gotten off the living room floor and gone to her own room.

Katie went to the bathroom and washed her face, brushed her teeth and hair before going to her room to dress. It was only after starting to dress that she remembered that Tameesha had asked her to wear a skirt to school today.

Tameesha. Thoughts of the dark-skinned older girl made her remember the drug she'd shared with Katie and the way it had made her feel. In a way she was already tingling. Maybe it was just some left-over effect from the pill she had taken yesterday.

Katie had a limited wardrobe. Mommy hadn't been able to buy her many clothes since daddy went away and so she was still wearing clothes that had been bought last year. Her body had grown some and some of the clothing now was too tight or too short to fit. Katie pulled on a pair of light blue, cotton panties feeling them stretch very tight across her bottom and more than snug against her cunny... cunt. Or pussy or twat. Tameesha had told her to stop using little girl words for it. She would do that.

Katie ran a finger across the lips of her cunt through the tight cotton; shivering as the sensation made the little tingle she felt burn hotter. Her nipples hardened and tempted her fingers up for some touching. Katie faced her reflection in a mirror on the small vanity/desk in her room. Her small swellings topped with the hard, pink nipples tingled. She imagined Tameesha seeing her.

Tameesha made her pinch her nipples yesterday over the phone. Now Katie squeezed both nipples hard with her fingers. There was pain, but the pain made the small tingle flare hot. There was moistness between her legs that threatened to make her panties wet. Katie moaned quietly, gasping as she twisted her trapped nipples, feeling the pain make her button swell. She wished she had a third hand so she could pinch both nipples and still reach down to rub her slit or the button... clit as Tameesha called it.

She caught sight of the time and let go of her hard nipples. She would have to hurry or be late to the bus stop. While missing school didn't seem important, not seeing Tameesha would be a real crime. She pulled on a white blouse, buttoning it over her swelling chest, again wishing that she had a bra to hide the tips of her hard nipples. She then got her denim skirt and pulled it down over her head, settling it down to her hips. The elastic of the skirt's waist was very tight around her hips now. The skirt was also pretty short now that she was taller than when she first wore it. When she sat down she knew she would need to keep her legs together to keep from giving everyone a view of her panties. She pulled on her sock and shoes and then picked up her books.

Standing in the living room, her hand on the door knob to leave Katie looked at the spot on the floor where her mother had knelt. Sucking a stranger's cock. Begging a stranger to fuck her. Cumming from being spanked on her cunt. Then cumming as the man fucked her, calling her names. Katie sighed and then realized there was a smell lingering in the room. A smell of sweat. A smell of wet cunt. She shivered and quickly retreated from the scene of her mommy's crime against the memory of her daddy.

The morning air was, if anything, colder than it had been the day before. Katie almost went back into the trailer for her sweater, but the sweater she had didn't fit. The sleeves were too short and it wouldn't button across her chest. She would just have to deal with the cold. She held the books high in front of her chest to hide the hard tips of her nipples as they ached with hardness in the cold.

When she got to the knot of kids waiting for the bus at the front of the trailer park she found they were all furtively looking at her, but then turning their eyes away if she saw them looking. They looked like they wanted to say something, but wouldn't.

Did someone see her yesterday, standing naked in the living room? Did they want to tease her like the kids on the bus had yesterday but were stopped by what Tameesha had done yesterday? Did they know mommy had been a whore for a stranger last night?

Katie felt her ears burning hot with embarrassment. She couldn't be sure why the kids wouldn't talk to her, but the fact they weren't was evidence of something she had to feel dirty for. It was frustrating not knowing which one, though.

The bus arrived, raising her heart and the tingle as she realized Tameesha would be on it. She climbed the bus steps eagerly, looking toward the back for the familiar bright eyes and dark complexion. There, in the same seat as yesterday. Tameesha was sitting there and flashing a bright smile at Katie. The older girl stood up, waving for Katie to come and sit beside her.

The huge, darker hulk of a boy was once more in the seat directly behind Tameesha's. His silent presence meant that no one spoke to or about Katie as she made her way. The silence wasn't as total as yesterday. Today it was a bubble of hush that moved back through the bus as Katie made her way down the aisle.

When she got to the seat Tameesha stepped out into the aisle. "Sit on the window side, okay?"

Katie slipped past her friend and into the seat, smiling at Tameesha. She watched as the older girl slid a windbreaker from her shoulders, revealing her upper body clad in a tight knit sweater with a low V-neck. Below the top Tameesha had on a plaid, pleated skirt. It was a modest one, going down almost to the knees, but revealed very shapely calves.

Tameesha swept the windbreaker across Katie's lap. The windbreaker both covered and warmed Katie's cold legs. Feeling the warmth, Tameesha's warmth, against her skin reminded Katie of her tingling.

Tameesha bounced down on the seat beside Katie, putting an arm around her shoulders and laying her head on Katie's shoulder. "You are so cold! Don't you have a jacket or sweater, baby?"

Katie heard the intimate way Tameesha referred to her. Not calling her 'baby' in a taunting way, but as an endearment. The tingle flared brighter. She hated having to tell the truth, but couldn't make believe she wasn't cold. She had been almost ready to start shivering. "The ones I have don't fit anymore."

"Why won't your mom buy you some new ones?"

Katie hung her head. Again, the truth was painful, but obvious. "She says money is really tight right now. She says she can just barely buy groceries and pay the bills. She works as much as she can, but they don't pay her much."

Tameesha moved her lips to Katie's cheek, startling the younger girl. "It's okay. I got lots of clothes I don't wear any more. Some of them will fit you. Come home with me today and try some on."

"How will I get home?" Katie said. She hated having to call the trailer park home, but it was all she had left.

"My mom will drop you off after she gets home. Please? We can have some more fun waiting for them to get home, too! Better than yesterday!" Tameesha burst into a giggle at the naughty secret she and Katie shared over the phone call they had been on the day before, with both girls cumming for each other.

"Okay." Katie giggled, too. She didn't know what to expect from the afternoon but she would do anything Tameesha wanted her to. Tameesha treated her so nice.

"Good! Hey, take another pill. It will keep you tingling all day!"

"At school?" Katie found it hard to consider.

"Yeah! It will make you so hot and you'll not be able to touch unless you go to the bathroom. Promise me you won't touch until I let you, okay? Please, Katie?"

Katie didn't catch how Tameesha had moved past her taking another of the tingle pills to promising not to touch. It just seemed to pass right by. "Okay. I promise. No touching."

Tameesha reached into her purse, pulling out a small, ornate pill box and took out two pills, putting one on her own tongue then reaching up, her dark fingers, lighter on the palm side, to Katie's lips. Katie opened her mouth and felt the older girl's warm fingers place the pill on her tongue. Tameesha didn't immediately pull the fingers back as the pill began to dissolve.

Instead, the older girl put her lips next to Katie's ear. "I slept with those fingers inside me. Does it still taste good?"

Katie gasped, realizing that she could taste just a hint of the sweetness, and smell from the fingers a musky aroma somewhat like her own, and her mommy's. Her eyes widened, lips wrapping around the fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them, feeling the pill slither down her throat. The pulse of her tingling beat like a bass drum, booming away in her. She felt the wetness of her panties and knew her inner thighs were damp, now, too.

Tameesha pulled her fingers from Katie's mouth with a slow, sensual pull. Her dark brown eyes burned into Katie's. "My pretty, pretty, sexy Katie."

Katie shivered as the tingle blazed. She regretted her promise to not touch. She was sure she'd cum if she could just touch right now.

The bus slid to a stop at the school grounds and everyone began getting up to file off the bus.

"Remember your promise, sexy Katie. No touching." Tameesha reminded her, as if reading her mind.

Katie nodded, afraid to speak, afraid she would instead moan.

Tameesha took back her jacket and left the bus ahead of Katie. As Katie finally left the bus a gust of cool air whipped around her legs and she realized her panties, and inner thighs, were already soaking wet. It was going to be a long, long day.

***

Even if Katie had wanted to forget all sexual thoughts while in class she had taken the next tingle pill that morning, from Tameesha's own cunt-flavored fingers. The thought of where those fingers had been all night made Katie squirm. Squirming reminded her that her panties were wet. Wet panties reminded her that she had promised no touching. Trying not to think about touching made her think of Tameesha. That started the spiral all over. It was Hell and Katie loved hating every second of it.

She tried to take her mind off how much she tingled by thinking of home, but now that meant thinking about what mommy had done last night. Now, though, because of the tingle pill she got wet thinking about some man sticking his cock into her cunt, only not so big a cock. She wasn't a big girl, or maybe a big cock would feel good.

For a few seconds she remembered her worries of yesterday, of being thought of as a lezzy or dyke. But she wasn't just interested in girls, was she? She thought about boys, too. If Leonardo di Capprio wanted to stick his thing in her...

Better think about something else. She was definitely interested in only one girl, Tameesha. Well, if the tall, blonde girl in her class, Amy Jordan wanted to touch her, well...

Oh, GOD! Let this day get over with! Katie thought. It wasn't even lunch time yet and her cunt was dripping! How much longer would she have to last? Would she go crazy and start playing with her cunt right here in class? All the students would turn and look at her. They would call her dirty names and the teacher would come back to her desk and start spanking her on her pussy…

STOP THINKING ABOUT SEXY STUFF! Katie screamed inside her head at herself, but it didn't do any good.

The bell rang for lunch and Katie went along the hall toward the lunch room. She saw a familiar pair of bright eyes peeking around the doorway to a girl's bathroom. Tameesha!

Katie hurried into the bathroom where Tameesha waited.

"Oh, baby girl I'm so happy I caught you before you went to lunch. I told the teacher I had to go to the restroom. I don't have my lunch period until yours is over and I just had to see you!"

Katie felt her heart thumping, racing; she didn't care what Tameesha had to do to see her, she was just so happy to get a few seconds away.

"We don't have much time. I wanted to see you, though. See if you were keeping your promise."

"I am. I haven't touched."

"I haven't either. Let me see you, though. Pull up your skirt. Let me see how wet your panties are!"

That took Katie by surprise, but she didn't let surprise stop her from obeying Tameesha. Her fingers were already raising the short hem of her skirt. Soon she had it up far enough to reveal the dark blue stain of wetness all over the crotch of her tight, light blue panties. The material, already tight, now clung to every curve of her cunt, showing the shape of the pussy lips. They looked more full than usual, probably from being so full of tingling.

"Oh, you got a pretty, sexy pussy! You got hair on yours yet?"

Katie shook her head. Showing herself to Tameesha like this left her too aroused to form words. She was doing all she could to keep her weak knees from giving out under her.

"I shave mine. I don't have a lot, but I like how it looks shaved. More naughty!"

"Ca... can I s... see yours?" Katie managed to squeeze out.

"Does sexy baby want to see my very naughty, wet, dripping, aching, cunt?" Tameesha said as she moved closer and closer. Being slightly taller than Katie she was now leaning over the younger girl, putting a hand on each of her shoulders. Her final word breathed out in a husky whisper so close that Katie felt the breath stir her eyelashes. Tameesha's breasts, larger than Katie’s, were touching the smaller girl high on her chest.

Katie was sure she could feel Tameesha's hard nipples poking through both bra and blouse to rub against her chest. The dark, shining eyes so close and those lips, looking so soft. Katie wanted to get up on tip toe and kiss those soft, full lips so much right now.

"If you want to see my pussy then get on your knees. Get on your knees and beg to see it, pretty cunt!"

Katie didn't really catch on to the change in character that Tameesha put into the pet name she used. It all sort of blended into the same thing, anyway, didn't it? And said so close, so intimately by her most intimate friend it still seemed so much like an endearment. Even if Katie wanted to kiss Tameesha, if the older girl wanted her to kneel and beg she would do it.

Katie slid down, her bare knees on the hard tile floor of the girl's bathroom, looking up at Tameesha. The dark skinned girl looked so beautiful, so commanding. Why shouldn't she beg?

Katie let go of the skirt hem and put her hands together in front of herself in a pose she copied from bad school plays. "Please, Tameesha, please let me see your beautiful pussy!"

Tameesha smiled that bright, beautiful smile. A smile that would make a person do just about anything. Her dark hands gripped her skirt, sliding it up and up. The flesh of her thighs so close to Katie's face. The skin so soft. Inch by inch the well-toned thighs were revealed. Katie held her breath as the last couple of inches of thigh were revealed. In just a heartbeat or two she would see Tameesha's panties.

The hem of the skirt continued to rise, but instead of cloth covering the forbidden heaven of Tameesha's cunt Katie was treated to the sight of the girl's bare, shaved, very, very wet pussy.

Katie gasped, almost face to cunt with Tameesha, shivering. Her own cunt screamed at her to touch it, but she was transfixed by the beauty of the folds, the glistening pink inner lips that peeked out from between the dark complexion of the outer lips. A sight of great mystery and beauty that seemed to grow closer, closer as Katie stared.

It wasn't just seeming to grow closer. Tameesha pushed her hips forward, brushing her nether lips against Katie's lips and nose. Only the physical contact broke the spell that held Katie transfixed to the spot on the bathroom floor, on her knees. She rocked back, licking her lips and tasted...

Heaven.

As shocking as the revelation of her panty-less pussy had been the curtain drop of her skirt dropping was a slap in the face for the younger girl who was realizing she had just tasted Tameesha's pussy on her own lips.

"I can't stay any more. I have to get back to class. Remember, pretty cunt, no touching!" Tameesha said as she left the bathroom, not even waiting for Katie to stand up.

Katie staggered to her feet. She shook with the need to rub her pussy. It would be so easy. She was here in the girl's bathroom. She could go into a stall and rub and rub and rub...

A tear rolled down one cheek and then a second made a track down the other. Tameesha didn't want her touching and she wouldn't. She grabbed a towel from the wall mounted dispenser and wiped at her cheeks, forcing her feet one in front of the other to the door, then to move her hands to swing it open and then on shaking legs out into the hall.

Tameesha stood, leaning against the wall, just outside the bathroom.

"You passed the test, pretty Katie. You didn't start touching. You are my very, very good girl!" She said to Katie, flashing her smile again. I'll reward you this afternoon. You'll see. It will be so hot!" Then she turned and walked away.

Katie was happy she had pleased Tameesha, even if she hadn't known it was a test. If she had failed the test would Tameesha stop being nice to her? Sharing the pills that made her crazy with tingling? Katie was happy she didn't have to find out. Her heart was lighter, knowing she had pleased the older girl. Even if her cunt called out for touching, her heart sang with pleasure at having met Tameesha's challenge so well.

***

Katie didn't eat lunch, even though it was really the only meal she got with vegetables. She used to love eating vegetables, but now a different hunger kept her from eating. A different ache from an empty tummy held her in sway. She sat on a bench in the playground until the bell rang telling her class to return to the classrooms.

She had tasted a bit of heaven. She had tasted the wetness of another girl and now she was floating with desire for Tameesha.

If she had been distracted during the morning session then she was absent in every way except physical during the afternoon session. Not one bit of the teacher’s lesson got through to Katie. There were only a few things that Katie could hold in her mind. Tameesha's voice, eyes, smile, body, her beautiful, wonderful pussy and the taste of her wetness.

The school day finally dragged to a close and Katie rose, making her way to the bus. The wonderful bus that Tameesha rode. She didn't even try to hide the hard nipples pushing out the front of her blouse. Her thighs were coated in wetness but she didn't care. She was finally going to be with Tameesha again.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard you will never escape me!" Tameesha's longed for voice said from behind her. Again the arms around her body only this time Katie was sure that it wasn't accidental when Tameesha brushed against the hard nipples.

Katie leaned aback against her older friend, feeling the larger breasts push into her back and yes, there were two hard points that she could feel. It wasn't an illusion that Tameesha's nipples were hard, they just weren't as visible through the bra and knit top as Katie's.

"Nothing to say to me, Katie kitten?"

Katie had a billion things to say but none of them could come out. She finally made a sound, though. "Meow!"

Tameesha hugged her harder and giggled into Katie's ear.

The older girl kept her close as they stepped up into the bus and down to the same, usual seat. Again the back seat was vacant but Katie barely noticed. She didn't notice the absence of chatter near them as they moved to the back or the furtive glances other kids cast toward them. The only thing that mattered was Tameesha and Tameesha was there.

After they had taken the usual seat, Katie once more on the inside, Tameesha surprised her with another of the tingle pills, pressing it to Katie's lips.

Katie looked to Tameesha's eyes before accepting another of the pills. She didn't know how much more excitement her body could stand. Wouldn't another pill so soon be an overdose?

"You are hot now, but I'm going to make you my love slave! You are going to love everything I do to you, everything!" Tameesha said, seeing the questioning look in Katie's eyes. The fingers Katie had sucked this morning once more pushed the quick-dissolving tablet into her mouth. Again Katie sucked on the fingers, even though there wasn't the same flavor on them.

Tameesha once more put her windbreaker across Katie's lap, hiding her lower body from the view of others. "Take off your panties!"

Katie finally found her voice for words. "H... here?"

"Do it, sexy Katie kitten! Take them off!"

Katie could refuse nothing to Tameesha. Her hands went under the windbreaker and tugged her denim skirt up at the sides. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of the light blue panties. She wiggled her hips as she pushed the panties down, feeling the soaking wet cloth trying to cling to her wet, hairless cunt cleft. She felt the cool air hitting her wet cunt directly as the panties came free and were pushed to her thighs. Down her thighs and she bent her knees up one at a time under the windbreaker, pulling the panties off.

Tameesha put her hand under the windbreaker and felt along Katie's arm to her hand and took the soaking wet panties from the younger girl.

"You have been a dirty girl today, haven't you?" Tameesha purred into Katie's ear. "You have been dripping wet into these panties all day."

"Yes!" Katie said in a high, thin, urgent whisper.

"Your wet cunt is not very much like a dry, fluffy kitten, is it? More like a drooling little puppy!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Are you Tameesha's drooling little slut puppy?"

"Yes!" Katie said. She would agree to be anything for Tameesha.

"When puppies make a mess they get their noses rubbed in it, don't they, slut puppy? And you made a big mess in these panties with your drooling puppy cunt!" Tameesha whispered into Katie's ear as she brought the hand holding the panties out from under the windbreaker, up and up, closer to Katie's face.

A small part of Katie's mind thought this was going too far. A part that spoke up now, telling her to say something, do something to stop the older girl from pushing the wet panties into her face.

The rest of Katie though, shouted the small part down. Didn't that part understand this was Tameesha? Tameesha who was so beautiful, so friendly, so sexy, whose pussy tasted like heaven and whose pills gave Katie so much pleasure?

Katie remained still, watching the wet panties move closer. Some of the wetness had made Tameesha's fingers slick and wet. The pale blue of the panties darker from wetness. She could smell the aroma of her own cunt. She knew they were saturated with her flavor. She licked her lips just as the wet cotton panties were pushed against her mouth and nose.

"Rub, rub, rub. I'm rubbing my slut puppy's nose into her messy panties!" Tameesha said. She pressed the wet cotton panties dripping with Katie's wet cunt juice on the smaller girl's mouth and nose.

Katie inhaled, drawing the heady, musky scent deep into her lungs. Her tongue pushed between her lips and licked at the wetness coating them. A gust of air up the floor of the bus curled against her wet, bald cunt under the windbreaker. She realized that she would explode if she could just touch. Once. Not even rub. Just touch. She whimpered against the panties covering her mouth and nose, hearing the pitiful whimper come through the wet cloth. She thought she did sound like a whimpering little slut puppy.

Tameesha heard it, too, heard it and understood it. "Don't you dare cum yet, slut puppy! Don't you dare cum without my permission!"

Katie whimpered louder, the wet panties muffling it, but making it no less plaintive. Katie's eyes begged for release. Tears started leaking from her wide eyes, her body shaking with the tension of being on the edge.

"What's more important to you, slut puppy? You cumming or making me happy?" Tameesha said. She lowered the panties, allowing Katie to speak, and to breathe without drawing her breath through the cunt-scented cotton.

"Y...." Katie licked her lips again, once more tasting herself, feeling the wetness cooling on her nose, lips, chin, "You. Making you happy!"

Tameesha looked Katie in the eye and pressed the panties over her mouth and nose again. The bus driver was gearing down as they went up a steep hill, the noise of the engine growling louder, adding to the loud mix of sounds.

"Good slut puppy. I'm going to let you have a little cum for being a good slut puppy. But you’ll have one without touching. You can do that. I know you can. Cum for me!"

Katie didn't quite believe she could cum without touching, but she didn't have a choice. Tameesha had given her an order and she was already so close...

Katie felt it hitting her, driving the wind out of her. A cum. Not as hard as if she were touching, but it was a cum. Her cunt squeezed against itself and her tummy muscles knotted up. She began to wail into the panties over her mouth and nose. Between the muffling cloth and the noise of the engine and all the kids making noises the sound didn't travel far, but her body shook and she felt the explosion from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

"Good little slut puppy!" Tameesha said, giggling, as Katie returned to earth. "You'll have to earn the next ones, though!"

Katie was in a delicious sensual daze. She hungered for more cums, but was now even more submissive to Tameesha. The older girl had made her cum without touching! So much power, so beautiful! She felt that nothing Tameesha ordered her to do was too much to be the beneficiary of such a wonderful friend.

"Lean forward and put your arms behind your back, cum puppy!" Tameesha giggled, giving yet another pet name to Katie. She took the wet panties in her hand and waited for the younger girl to comply.

Katie leaned forward, moving her arms behind her back and suddenly felt wet cloth wrapping around her wrists, pinning them together. "What are you doing?" She tried to look around but couldn't see.

"I'm tying your hands behind you. Trust me, this makes a cum really, really good and you aren't able to touch yourself, so you have to wait. You'll let me do this, won't you?"

"Yes, but won't the other kids see my hands are tied?" Katie said, keeping her voice soft, the hush of conspiracy.

"I got a plan!" Tameesha said, knotting the panties around the smaller girl's slender wrists. Wet as they were the panties pulled tight around Katie's wrists, denying her any option to protect herself with her hands.

The plan became evident in a moment. Tameesha whisked the windbreaker off of Katie's lap, moving it up to wrap around the younger girl's shoulders. Katie blushed as she realized the hem of her skirt was still up around the tops of her thighs. Looking down she could see her wet pussy lips!

She turned to Tameesha, trying to form words, afraid to say anything loud enough for others to hear. If kids turned around and looked would they see her cunt? The bus had made several stops already on its afternoon drop-off rounds, most of the kids were all sitting up front, the easier to get off the bus fast and begin their after-school life.

"Chill out, puppy. No one can see!" Tameesha said. Her dark fingers went to the hem of the denim skirt but didn't pull it down. They pulled it up more, revealing more of Katie's lower body. "I'll pull it down before I make you stand up and walk down off the bus. Probably." Tameesha giggled.

Katie had to trust Tameesha. She'd been her guide into this wonderful, exciting world of naughty fun. If Tameesha made her stand up and walk down the bus aisle with her skirt up, well, her hands were tied, literally.

Tameesha was watching Katie's cunt lips as she mulled over how much she could do about her body on display. "Are you getting wetter? I think you love this, little dirty, drooling, puppy cunt! You are getting wetter just from the idea of me making you walk off the bus with your cunt showing, aren't you?"

Tameesha's words inspired embarrassment in Katie, but she couldn't deny the truth. That wouldn't be fear of being caught, it would be deliberate exposure. She breathed fast, shallow. Her body trembled and she twisted her wrists inside the wet panties tied around them. The idea...

Being shown off, by Tameesha....

A light, playful slap on her cheek brought her back from fantasy. "You don't have permission to cum! I'll tell you when! Understand?"

Katie swallowed. She hadn't even known she was that close, but Tameesha had a knack for sensing it. She was ready to cum again if she were allowed. The realization deepened her feeling of dependence on the older girl. Tameesha would make sure Katie did what Tameesha wanted, not letting her disappoint the older girl and thereby leave Katie feeling lonely.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Tameesha."

Tameesha placed the lighter side of her dark fingers against Katie's wet pussy lips. Not moving them, just letting them rest there. "Call me 'mistress'."

"Yes, mistress!" Katie said, back on the edge of cumming. She wanted to rub her cunt against those soft fingers if Tameesha, Mistress Tameesha, didn't want to move hers. She didn't dare, though. Mistress Tameesha hadn't told her to do it.

"Good girl. I'm going to kiss you, now." Tameesha brought her lips to Katie's.

Katie would have rejected the idea a week before, that she would be kissing a girl, looking forward to it. Now, though it seemed as natural a part of life as that girl's fingers resting on her cunt lips or calling that girl "mistress". It was what should be.

Tameesha's full lips pressed to Katie's soft lips and the older girl's tongue pushed into the younger girl’s mouth. Katie had never kissed like this before, but had been curious. Now it was the natural order of things in her world. Katie sucked at the darker girl's tongue, whimpering in gratitude at being given this gift.

When Tameesha stopped the kiss Katie's mind was in a total haze. The older girl helped her to stand up, then tugged the denim skirt down so that it hid the smaller girl's cunt and ass. The windbreaker was adjusted to drape over Katie's shoulders and she was led out of the seat and down the aisle, getting off the bus near Tameesha's house. They were the only two getting off at that stop, almost the last kids left on the bus.

Tameesha took the lead, carrying both her books and Katie’s, since the younger girl's hands were tied behind her back. She led Katie down a street to a large house set back, off the street. Instead of using a key Tameesha pulled out a remote and hit the button, raising one of the garage doors. A neat and tidy garage was revealed in the doorway and she led Katie into the garage, using the remote to close it again. A soft light on the door opening machinery itself was the only thing illuminating the inside the garage.

Katie wondered why they were still in the garage after the door finished going down. "Aren't we going inside?"

Tameesha shook her head, standing tall, imperious. "You better learn faster, girl!" Her dark-skinned hand slashed out, snapping across Katie's face.

The smaller girl staggered a little, caught off-guard by the movement and by not being able to use her arms for balance. The windbreaker slid to the floor before she stopped and stood back up right.

"I'm sorry. Mistress Tameesha."

"That's better. You better not forget it again. I'll punish you more if you do!" Tameesha said, walking to a peg board that held various lawn tools, house tools and odds and ends. From a hook she got down a studded leather dog collar, turning back and walking to the young girl.

"A long time ago people like you kept people like me as slaves. Now I want you to feel what that was like!" Tameesha said. She wrapped the dog collar around Katie's slender neck and buckled it. "Maybe wearing a collar will help you remember what my name is!"

Katie shook, nervous, seeing a less friendly side of Tameesha for the first time. She still wanted to do anything Tameesha wanted her to do, though. Hadn't Tameesha just French-kissed her? Maybe it really was more to help Katie know to call Tameesha 'mistress'. Mistress Tameesha was always looking out for her. She understood that, now.

"Yes, Mistress Tameesha."

That lovely flash of teeth, the bright eyes, returning and now Tameesha wrapped her arms round the slender, shorter girl and pressed her lips to her mouth again, kissing her hard, probing deep into Katie's mouth with her tongue.

"We will go inside, but not until I prepare you." Tameesha said after breaking the kiss.

The darker girl's fingers hooked into the waistband of the denim skirt Katie wore and pushed down, forcing the elastic waist to slip over the smaller girl’s tight, high butt and down her legs. She then unbuttoned the younger girl's blouse, opening it, baring her chest. With the blouse open and skirt on the floor Katie's innocent body was revealed in the dim light from the door opener.

Tameesha untied the panties from around Katie's wrists and then slid the blouse off her shoulders, leaving Katie in nothing but her socks, shoes and dog collar.

"Take off your socks and shoes."

"Yes, Mistress Tameesha." Katie hurried to comply, stepping out of the skirt around her ankles and then bending over to tug the shoes off her feet, followed by the socks. This left her naked, except for the dog collar.

"Pick up everything you wore, except the shoes."

"Yes, Mistress Tameesha." Katie gathered up the twisted panties, her blouse and skirt and then the socks.

"Dump them in that garbage can."

Katie started toward the can before she wondered about this order. If she did this she wouldn’t have anything to wear. Just shoes. Did she trust Tameesha that much? Her bare feet slowed on the concrete of the garage floor, then resumed a normal pace.

If Tameesha wanted her to throw her clothes away, she would do it. Tameesha knew what was best for her. She lifted the garbage can lid and dropped her clothing into the depths of the can then lowered the lid. She felt more naked now, more embarrassed about her body. She returned to where Tameesha waited.

She didn't now when Tameesha had gotten it, but as soon as she returned to the spot where she had been when given her orders the older girl reached out and snapped a leash to the collar. Without a word Tameesha turned and started walking. Katie had to hurry to keep from being jerked along as the leash grew tight.

Tameesha led the way into the house and then led the smaller girl, naked, up the stairs. At the top she drew her into what had to be her parent's bedroom. There was a king-sized bed flanked with two nightstands, there was a bathroom attached to the room and two dressers for clothing on either side of the room. A closet of some sort had vented doors on it.

Stopping by the closet doors, Tameesha reached up and unhooked the leash. "In this room you are the safest you will ever be in my house. In this room you have one last chance to back out. You can take the collar off now, go back for your clothes and get out, go home. If you do that I will never be your friend again. But if you stay, girl, you agree to be my slave. Mine, for the rest of your life. Make your choice, Katie. I won't give it to you again."

Katie wondered why Tameesha, Mistress Tameesha, would even offer her a chance to back out. Didn't she know how important she was to Katie? Hadn't Katie obeyed, even when she thought she didn't have to? Or maybe Tameesha needed to hear and be shown these things.

"Please, Mistress Tameesha, let me be your slave! Please! You are the most important person in my life! I don't have any other reason for living except you! I need to be your slave. I want to be nothing but your slave for the rest of my life!" Katie said. There were tears in her eyes, her heart filled with the truth of her words, or what she thought was the truth at the time.

Katie knelt before the darker girl. This time she reached for the collar around her throat, not to unbuckle it, but to hold the ring on it out, exposing it to Tameesha, offering it. "Please put the leash on your slave, Mistress Tameesha.! Please! I'm nothing without you!"

The bright eyes, bright smile as the leash clip was raised, snapped around the ring on the collar, accepting Katie's submission.

"I own you now, girl!"

"I need you to own me, Mistress!"

Tameesha laughed.

***

They were now in Tameesha's room, a much more girl-like room, with posters on the wall, a messy make-up table, a neater desk with a computer on it and a full sized four-poster bed. There were dirty clothes scattered around the room.

Tameesha hadn't let Katie stand up to move from one room to the other. She had made her crawl after her on all fours. Katie had felt embarrassed by crawling naked, on a leash, but also felt the tingle burn between her legs, felt the wetness oozing from between her cunt lips, making her thighs sticky. She did it happily because Mistress knew best how to treat her cum puppy slave. Embarrassment made Katie hotter and Mistress fed her more of it to keep her hot so her cums would be hotter.

"Oh, what a messy room! But now I have someone who can clean it up!" Tameesha unclipped the leash. "I want all the dirty clothes in the hamper, now, slave!"

Katie started to stand up, but yelped in pain, instead. Tameesha had used the handle end of the leash and snapped it hard across her slave girl's naked ass. "Don't stand up, cum puppy! Cum puppies don't walk on two legs and they don't use their hands." Tameesha lifted the lid on the hamper. "Use your mouth. There are two or three pairs of dirty panties on the floor. I'm sure you'll love picking those up with your mouth, won't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Katie responded and immediately began crawling toward the nearest clothing item.

She crawled to it, bit into it and then carried it to the hamper, dropping it in before going back to hands and knees to crawl to the next. It wasn't until the third or fourth item that Katie's target turned out to be a pair of panties. Instead of little girl cotton panties these were a pair of nylon thongs with a cotton crotch. As she lowered her mouth to them she inhaled, smelling the musky fragrance of Tameesha's pussy. She moaned as she took it between her teeth, raising her head, intending to take it to the hamper as she had the rest.

"Freeze!"

Katie locked herself in place, Tameesha's dirty thong in her mouth. She looked out of the corner of her eye to see her mistress sitting on the edge of the bed. The girl had taken her own socks and shoes off, dropping the socks on the floor, of course.

"Yes, I thought so. I wore those yesterday when I met you. I'm sure they have a great flavor on them. Cream of Tameesha's Cunt Soup. I knew then that you would be a good little cum puppy." Tameesha raised one delicate-looking dark-skinned foot. She brought it up, sliding it against Katie's bald little pussy lips, dripping wet. The toes slid along the wet pussy lips of the younger girl. Katie moaned into the panties, loud.

"Such a tight little cum puppy cunt. I can barely get my big toe in there! We'll have to work on loosening you up. And you are squeezing my toe so hard! Are you trying to cum, slave?"

Katie shook her head, but tears in her eyes made her change it to nodding.

"That's right, slave, don't lie to your mistress! You know you can't cum without my permission, so you just have to take your toe fucking like a good little cum puppy!"

Katie whimpered and moaned. She was so close! She needed to cum so much! She couldn't keep her hips from wiggling, from pushing back against the sexy, older girl's toe inside her cunt.

Tameesha took the toe away. "Some dirty cum puppy got her cunt drool all over my toe! Put those panties in the hamper and come over here and clean up this mess on my toe."

It was impossible for Katie to move. She needed to cum. She wished her hands were still tied so that she couldn't rub. Both of her hands wanted to go between her legs to finish what Tameesha had started with her toe.

It was more impossible to disobey Tameesha. Katie was now used to taking the pain of her body's intense desires for granted. Feeling herself on the edge of orgasm and not being allowed to cum was getting to be normal. Even more normal was obeying Tameesha. Tameesha was her friend. Tameesha was now her mistress. Even if her body fell apart Katie couldn't stop herself from obeying Tameesha.

She crawled to the hamper. It was a slow crawl and she was crying so hard she nearly went past it, but she did get there and did drop the panties in. Then she turned and crawled fast, wanting to clean Tameesha's toe of her own cunt drippings.

Tameesha held the foot up. "Clean it good. Suck the filthy cum puppy juice off my pretty toe!"

Katie took the toe in her mouth, sucking at it eagerly, sucking hard. She tasted the wetness from her own cunt and with it more, the salty sweat of Tameesha's foot. She did more than suck. She licked at the toe, licking all over the toe in her mouth. She looked up the shapely calf and up at Tameesha, rewarded once more with that bright flash of teeth, the smile she would do anything for.

"That's a good slave. Why don't you clean the rest of my toes for me? You like licking me, don't you slave?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Katie agreed, before taking the other toes into her mouth. These didn't have her flavor on them, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that Tameesha wanted her to lick and what she was licking was Tameesha. She wanted to lick any part of Tameesha. Every part of Tameesha.

Tameesha was moaning now. "You ever had your toes sucked, slave? Of course not. It's so fucking hot. So far from your cunt but it makes your cunt tingle and your clit swell up! I love it!"

Katie increased her efforts. Knowing that Tameesha loved having her toes sucked gave her more incentive than ever to do it. To do something for her mistress that her mistress loved was very important to her.

"D... Do the other foot now! Oh, yes! You are my little toe-sucking slave!"

Bid to move to the other foot Katie was happy to oblige, lavishing more sucking and licking to the other foot. She even opened her mouth wide as Tameesha shoved her toes into her mouth, almost making her gag by hitting the back of her throat.

Tameesha laughed as Katie's eyes bugged out, but smiled when her slave kept from gagging. She took the toes from Katie's mouth.

"Okay, slave, enough toe sucking, for now. Head on the floor, hands behind your back, ass in the air!"

"Yes, Mistress." Katie complied, laying her head down on the floor and putting her hands behind her back. She tried to keep an eye on what Tameesha was doing, but the older girl pulled off her knit top, giving Katie a brief glimpse of two small breasts with hard nipples revealed in outline by a black bra before the knit top dropped directly on her head, blocking her view of anything.

Seconds later Katie felt something being wrapped around her wrists, once more being tied behind her back. Whatever it was it had elastic on it. The material wrapped around, pulled tight. The elastic kept squeezing Katie's wrists, almost cutting off circulation. Moments after that was complete she felt yet another, heavier piece of material dropped over the top of the sweater. Not all light or sight was cut off by this double layer. She could see just a small piece of the second material. She stared at it until she realized why it looked familiar. It was Tameesha's skirt. She then realized the elastic around her wrists was the older girl's bra.

Tameesha was now naked! Katie very much wanted to see her mistress naked, but would not break position. She had been ordered into this one and would stay here. She just prayed that her mistress would have mercy on her soon and allow her the sight of her naked body.

"You have a very cruel mistress, slave. Like your people did to mine, long ago, I will sometimes want to see you hurt. Not because you did something wrong, but just for my own pleasure!" Tameesha said from somewhere above Katie. "You were given a choice to back out. You chose to make yourself a present to me. Now you are going to learn part of what that means. It's too late to back out now, though!"

A thin whispering of something slicing through air, then a burning hot line of fire crossed Katie's naked, tight little ass cheeks. The shock of the pain drove the breath out of her in a gasp. A repeat of the burning pain, swinging back across both cheeks caught her breathless. Her bottom cheeks flexed, quivering as the pain burned into her. She drew a breath.

And then screamed it out as another searing line of fire cut across her ass. The sound of leather on flesh seeped into her mind, telling her that Tameesha was whipping her with something, but she couldn't see what it was. She wasn't sure she wanted to see, either. The next whipping struck across the backs of her thighs, just below the curve of her ass. As it whipped across the leather also caught her wet cunt lips as they peeked out in back. The pain forced her to collapse, squealing, rolling her hips from side to side.

"Get back in position, slave bitch! I didn't give you permission to lay down on the job!"

Tears soaked into the carpet below Katie's face. She didn't want to stick her butt up for more punishment, but one leg was already drawn up. Her mistress had commanded and her body sought to obey. The other leg followed and her butt was soon pushed into the air again. This time a savage, rapid series of whippings cut across her ass cheeks, to fast to count, the pain building and building, building as Katie screamed and began to shake. The last of them again struck across her thighs, again burning across the wet cunt lips.

"Cum, slave cunt!"

Katie still screamed in pain but now she was also screaming in orgasm as her small body shook and convulsed. She collapsed to the floor again, the burning pain driving her orgasm, forcing it higher, hotter, higher and hotter. It seemed to go on forever. Katie's lungs needed air, but she couldn't draw any in, she was still trying to scream, mouth wide open.

***

Katie's mouth was still open when she returned to awareness. She didn't know if she had actually lost consciousness, but when she did realize what was happening next she was on her back, on top of her bound wrists. The cloth was not on her head, but she couldn't see much. Just Tameesha's ass cheeks.

Her mouth was flooded with the taste of Tameesha's sexy pussy and the older girl was grinding her pussy on the younger girl's mouth and nose. Her mistress also had a hard grip on both of her nipples, pinching, twisting.

"C'mon, slavecunt. I let you cum; now shove that tongue up my cunt! LICK ME!"

Katie stuck her tongue out, feeling the wet inner lips of Tameesha's pussy sucking at her tongue. She felt the inner muscles clamp down on the wiggling, wet invader and she heard Tameesha moaning in response. The older girl didn't quit hurting her nipples, though. Katie squealed in pain into the cunt on her mouth.

"Yes, like that, slavecunt. Oh, yeah. Now, lick my clit. Like your mistress' clit you little pain pig!"

Katie found the hard button mostly because Tameesha shifted her weight to push it between the smaller girl's lips. She licked at it without particular skill, but didn't have to lick long. Tameesha screamed in orgasm, grinding down on Katie's face and twisting both nipples hard.

Katie finally got a chance at fresh air as Tameesha slid back, off her face. The girl licked at her mistress's remaining wetness on her lips and cheeks while gasping for air.

Katie realized two truths. First, she was very, very close to cumming, again. Second, she missed her mistress' pussy on her face and pain on her nipples.

***

Katie pulled on the pair of panties. She looked up at Tameesha for comment.

"Yes, those fit fine, come over here and let me see what size they are. Yeah, I still have a few in that size, but don't wear them. I'm two sizes larger in the hips." Tameesha said, then turned back to her underwear drawer. She started tugging out pairs, checking the size, setting some on top of the dresser, putting others back.

"I think that's all the panties in that size. Here, try this on."

"Yes, Mistress." Katie said. She took the small bra from Tameesha and slid the straps up her arm, then fumbled in back, trying to get the hooks to hook.

Tameesha laughed. "That's not the best way to put one on, cum puppy! Let me show you." Tameesha showed Katie how to fasten the bra in front, twist it around and then tug the straps up her arms.

Katie looked in the mirror and enjoyed seeing herself in the bra. It was padded and would make it look like she had something on top and it also hid the hard tips of her nipples.

"Good, those have been taking up room in my drawers. Giving you this stuff will make so much room in my dresser and closet. I'll be better able to find clothes that DO fit me."

Next came a skirt, then a top. Tameesha told Katie to look in the mirror.

Katie liked what she saw. The skirt was short, but was intended to be short, not short because she had outgrown it. The padded bra pushed out the front of her new top that was snug, not tight. She didn't look like a girl too poor to have nice clothes anymore.

"Thank you, Mistress!"

"If you want to thank me properly, cum puppy, you could beg me to whip your cunt."

Even standing naked while Katie was dressed, Tameesha had a commanding presence. Katie knelt and then bent forward further. She put her lips to Tameesha's toes.

"Please, Mistress, please whip your slave's wet cunt!" Tears dripped on to the toes and Katie kissed at the tears, too. "Please, Mistress, take pleasure in hurting your filthy pain pig!"

***

"You got your new panties soaking wet, cum puppy. Well, I'll bet you wet a lot of panties. You are such a dirty, juicy little cunt!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Yes, what, girl. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty, juicy little cunt, Mistress!"

"Good girl! You are learning to admit what you really are. As a reward I'll let you suck your soaking wet panties as you watch me whip your cunt!"

Katie shivered. She tugged at the ropes that held her tied spread out on Tameesha's bed. She was actually hoping for a blindfold so she couldn't see the whipping coming. "Th... thank you, Mistress."

"Open wide, cum puppy. More pussy drool for you to suck on!"

Katie opened her mouth wide and felt the wet panties stuffed in, filling and packing her mouth.

Tameesha climbed on top of the bound girl, straddling her tummy with her thighs. The older girl's own wet pussy smeared wetness over Katie's tummy as Tameesha leaned over Katie, kissing her panty-stuffed mouth. Then kissed her on the chin, and then several times on the neck. Katie felt the girl shift her hips down and the wet heat of Tameesha's pussy pressing against her own wet, hot cunt.

Tameesha, kissing and licking her neck as she ground her wet cunt all over Katie's cum-hungry wet cunt. Katie moaned, frantic, begging as best she could for permission to cum.

"No! You don't have permission! I'm girl-fucking you, slave! I'm fucking my pussy against your wet, dirty little pain pig cunt. Yes, I know you need to cum. I can see you crying. i can feel how hard your clit is. I know you want to cum right now, but I forbid it. You hear me, little slave? I FORBID IT! I own your cums. I own YOU. I can fuck your cunt, or your face. I can fuck any part of you I want to and you are NOT allowed to cum, no matter how much I cum! Do you love your mistress?" Tameesha asked.

Katie nodded, enthusiastic, eager to prove her love.

"Then watch me cum, while you don't!" Tameesha said, suddenly speeding up her grinding thrusts against Katie's cunt.

Holding back from cumming for Katie during this was a form of torture worse than the whipping. It did give her an up-close view of Tameesha's face while she had a cum, though. The darker girl's face took on a beatific agony of ecstasy as she ground and humped her pussy on the smaller girl. Katie watched and listened, her mouth full of wet panties as Tameesha gave herself an orgasm.

Shaking a bit, after the orgasm, Tameesha slid her wet pussy down Katie's thigh, once more slowly humping along the flesh as she brought her mouth over the bound girl's exposed, small tits. Her full lips wrapped around the left nipple first, sucking, tonguing, then the right. Katie, her pussy no longer being stimulated, was still being made to want to cum, solely from Tameesha's attention to her nipples.

Then Tameesha began using her teeth. At first biting, light nibbles around each hard little nipple, then light bites on the nipple. As the level of pain she was giving climbed, so did the speed at which Tameesha rubbed her pussy on Katie's stretched out, bound thigh. Tameesha reached another crescendo of arousal as she bit down on and pulled the smaller girl's tight, pink nipples with her teeth, forcing her little slave to scream into the panties filling her mouth. Katie didn't see Tameesha's face for this orgasm. She was crying too hard. Katie writhed and shook underneath Tameesha, in total agony as her mistress came again.

Tameesha rested after this orgasm, her head lying on Katie's heaving chest, hearing the smaller girl whimper and moan. She could see her nipples, standing up hard and red, swollen from abuse by the older girl.

Tameesha was slow and dreamy when she sat up again, smiling down at Katie. With a lazy grace she got up from the bed and went to the desk, picking up something. Katie strained her neck trying to see what it was.

A belt. A girl's belt, thin and wicked. It must have been the same one that Tameesha used on her ass earlier. Suddenly Katie felt fear.

It had seemed so easy before, giving up control. Now the belt was in view. Now it was about to happen. Tameesha was going to use that cruel belt on her open, exposed cunt! Katie tried to escape, to beg, her fear irrational, unthinking. She screamed into the panties filling her mouth, she jerked at the ropes tied to her wrists and ankles, she twisted as much as the ropes allowed, side to side.

"Oh, so now you are afraid? It was 'please whip me, mistress' just a little bit ago, now you want to change your mind? Too late, filthy little slave cunt! I'm going to whip you as much as I want, where I want!"

Tameesha lashed out and Katie began squealing in horror even before she realized the stroke hadn't hit her. Her body shook in fear, gasping for air through her nose, mouth full of her new panties. She shook her head, sobbing as she realized how hard the belt had swung. The tip had snapped against the bed between her legs.

If that belt landed on her she would be in enormous pain. She knew it and feared it.

She looked up and saw Tameesha drawing the belt back again. She closed her eyes, unable to look at the pain coming.

She waited. She held her breath. Her body was rigid, pulling at all the ropes at once, trying to curl up, to shield her sensitive cunt from that vicious belt. She waited.

And waited.

Then Katie peeked. Tameesha wasn't at the foot of the bed. She looked around. Then up. Tameesha, standing over her. Her face just inches from Katies.

"CUM!"

Katie exploded. Her body shook so hard from the force of the orgasm that the bed itself was bouncing on the floor. She came, the knot in her tummy that had been there so long, on the edge spread all over her body like fire on a fuse.

As the peak of her orgasm came and started to fade Katie blacked out.

***

When Katie woke up she felt naked. That shouldn't feel so bad. She'd been naked for the past couple of hours, at least. She realized what was missing that left her more naked than naked.

The collar was gone. The dog collar that Tameesha had put on her was missing. She sat up on Tameesha's bed.

Tameesha sat at the desk, at the computer. Katie couldn't see the screen, but she could tell that Tameesha was staring at the screen in order not to stare at her.

"Mistress?"

"Your clothes are on the floor. I dug them out of the trash. I'll call a cab when you are dressed. It will cost money but I can afford it." Tameesha said, still not looking at her.

There on the floor were the clothes that Katie had put on this morning. Was it only this morning? It seemed ages ago since she had dumped them in the trash can in the garage. Even the stretched out panties that had been bound around her wrists lay there on the pile.

"Mistress? I don't understand!"

"Cut the Mistress shit! You weren't able to take what I wanted to give you. I wasn't going to tear your precious little cunt up. Just hurt it. You freaked out. I don't need a slave who can't take what I want to give. Just get dressed, get out and don't talk to me again." Tameesha said, still not looking at the naked girl on her bed.

Katie started to cry, then sob. Her body felt lifeless. How could she have screwed this up so much? How did she ruin the only thing in her life that meant anything?

"Spare me the tear show. You were crying and screaming when I wanted to whip your cunt. You begged me to do it, remember? Then when I want to do it you act like I'm going to skin you alive! I don't need a fucking drama queen. I need a slave!" Tameesha finally did look at her, the bright eyes blazing hot.

"Please, Mistress, please! Give me another chance! I don't know what happened. Maybe the pill wore off?"

Tameesha opened a drawer in the desk, taking out a bottle, shaking it to make it rattle; she threw the bottle at, not to, Katie. "Take as many as you want, cunt. Just take them home because I don't want you here." She turned back to the computer.

Katie looked at the bottle. It was labeled 'Quick-dissolving Children's Pain and Fever Medicine'. "But, this isn't what you gave me! The pills that made me tingle. That got me hot!"

"Oh, I'm not your mistress anymore?" Tameesha rubbed in the fact that Katie had forgotten to call her by the title. "Those ARE the pills I gave you, stupid cunt. Just baby's Tylenol." She looked at Katie again, who opened the pill bottle, seeing it contained pills exactly like the ones she'd been given. "Earth to Ms. Stupid Cunt! All that tingling and wetness was really YOU! The real you! You are just a whore!"

"NO!"

"See for yourself! The evidence is in your hands! You can't claim those pills did ANYTHING to make you act like you did! If you aren't a whore then what are you?"

"I AM A SLAVE!" Katie screamed the words, never realizing how they would sound until she had done so.

"THEN PROVE YOUR SLAVERY TO ME!" Tameesha screamed it back at her. The older girl stood up, taking the belt from the desk. Her bright eyes blazing hot with anger and now with challenge, smoking with a lust that was anything but tender.

Katie shuddered, realizing she had to put up or shut up. She had to give herself to Tameesha the way she wanted or admit failure.

If she was a slave and Tameesha didn't want her then what was she? Useless. If she wasn't a slave then she was a whore. She could be like her mother in a few years, a drunken whore fucking strangers.

Katie had no ropes to hold her in place. No gag to hide her screams. She would have to take this the hard way. Her legs had to be spread. The younger girl lay on her back on Tameesha's bed and then reached down, grabbing her own ankles, pulling her legs wide. She spread her legs wide, exposing her hairless, sensitive little cunt to Tameesha and her belt.

Katie locked her eyes on Tameesha. She was the most beautiful thing in her life. She was the only salvation for her. Be Tameesha's slave or be a whore. Tameesha was her only desire, her only hope.

"Please, Mistress, whip your slave's dirty wet cunt. Whip your cum puppy's drooling pussy. Please whip your pain pig's wet cunt!" Katie said. She was shaking but she was sure. She was sure that no matter how much this hurt she had to give it to Tameesha.

The first stroke came without any tease this time. The belt lashed out and struck, burning a line of fire across Katie's hairless little pussy. The pain was as bad as she feared it would be. Her arms strained to force her legs to stay apart when they tried to close. She shook with the strain and bottled up the scream inside.

"P... please... Mistress, please whip me again!" Tears blurred Katie's vision. Mercifully she didn't see the arm draw back and lash forward; she only felt the next stroke of the belt on her cunt.

Now she screamed. She felt the welt rising from the first stroke and now a new line of fire burned on her cunt lips. She tossed her head back and forth, but kept her legs open through force of will and by straining every muscle in her body.

Pain filled, wracked with sobs, she drew in her breath to beg for the next stroke. "P... ple... please Mistress..." Katie got no further. She was screaming. Tameesha hadn't waited for her to complete the sentence before striking. Or striking again. Or striking yet again.

Katie felt the lashing at her cunt over and over. The lines of fire increased in number on her hairless pussy, multiplying and crisscrossing. Welts joined with welts. Katie screamed until she was out of air, her body tight as a piano string.

Through it all she kept her ankles wrapped in her fingers, kept her legs spread wide. She kept her cunt available for every stroke as it burned on her already burning cunt.

She was still holding position, drawing in sobbing breaths and screaming when Tameesha leapt on top of her and began grinding her pussy against the younger girl's enflamed cunt. Frantic, urgent, demanding thrusts, pussy to pussy, cunt to cunt. Tameesha girl-fucked little Katie hard, keeping the burning pain of the welts alive.

Katie blinked at the tears, barely recognizing the face above her. She still kept her fingers wrapped hard around her ankles, forcing her legs wide open.

"Cum for your mistress, slave. CUM NOW!" Tameesha yelled into her face before mashing her open mouth to Katie's mouth. Both girls screamed, their mouths mashed together, tongues entwined, bodies shaking, spasming. They came together, hard, screaming into each other's mouth.

Tameesha broke the kiss at last, gasping for air, a few tears on her own cheeks, her own tears for a change. "My God! That was so good!"

She rolled to the side, lying beside Katie who still gripped her own ankles with white knuckled ferocity.

"Hey, it's okay. You are my slave again. You can let go of your ankles."

"M...mistress... I... I don't think I CAN!" Katie half-giggled. Tameesha giggled with her, prying the girl's grip from around the ankles.