THE HUMILIATION OF KATIE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

[ part 3 ]

Katie's sleep that night was difficult. Her body was exhausted from the strains of the day and parts of her were very, very sore. Welts on her ass made it difficult to put weight on her bottom. Sore, swollen, chewed on nipples and welts on her cunt made it painful to lie on her stomach, the way she usually slept. Her wrists and ankles ached from deep bruises she created by struggling against the ropes that had bound her. Her throat was sore from screaming. Emotional exhaustion also left her drained. The day had been a roller coaster, with rising to heights of joy and crushing descent into loss. There were words that surfaced in her mind as she tried to sleep. Words like 'Mistress', 'slave', and 'whore'.

She remembered cuddling with Tameesha after their orgasm together. Tameesha had kissed her over and over, holding Katie close to her. Those moments were perhaps the sweetest that Katie had known in her life. Mommy and daddy had hugged and kissed her, but she was their only child. Tameesha hugged and kissed her not because she was the child that came along in her life, but was the slave she had chosen.

Katie recalled the way Tameesha had pampered her, though still reminding Katie of her status. Katie had to take her old clothes back to the garage, naked, and put them in the trash again. She was then tied at the wrists as she sat in front of Tameesha's make-up mirror, hands tied behind her back again. Tameesha had brushed her tangled hair out, parting it in the middle and putting the hair into twin pigtails. Sitting there had been difficult, the welts on her ass burning, but Tameesha wanted her there and she endured. After putting her hair into pigtails Tameesha demonstrated why she wanted Katie's hair in pigtails. Katie had knelt on the floor, hands still bound, as Tameesha stood over her. The older girl, her Mistress, had grabbed her pigtails and used them as handles, pulling Katie's face against her pussy.

Tameesha had pulled out the clothes she had previously segregated as clothing she would give to Katie, putting most of it into shopping bags. She had then untied Katie's arms, dressing her once again, including the bra, but no panties.

Instead, her mistress had put a rope around Katie's waist and then drawn it between the young slave girl’s legs, tying it at the other side of her waist. This put a strip of rope between the cheeks of her welted ass and inside the welted lips of her cunt. If she bent, or walked or stood up or sat down the rope would slide between her wet cunt lips, reminding her it was there. Reminding her she was Tameesha's slave.

The dog collar didn't come back. In its place Tameesha put a small elastic choker around Katie's neck. It wasn't very tight but fit snug to her skin. Instead of a ring to attach a leash the choker had the letter 'T' on it. Katie glowed, wearing Tameesha's mark in a subtle way.

When Tameesha's parents arrived home they had paid little attention to the girl her daughter had been using and abusing all that afternoon. They were mostly concerned with their own lives. Her mother had questioned her on the clothes being given away, but since Katie was smaller than Tameesha it was evident that her daughter wouldn't be giving clothes that actually fit.

Instead of cooking dinner Tameesha's parents took them out to dinner. Katie hadn't eaten much more than Tameesha's pussy juice and she was starving when they arrived at the restaurant. Even so she held whispered conference with Tameesha who chose her meal for her. With the choker around her throat and the rope through her cunt lips she was reminded constantly that she was property.

Tameesha hadn't stopped with those reminders, though. She'd asked her father to choose a booth rather than a table and had put Katie on the inside of the booth on the same side of the table. The allowed them to whisper together and it also allowed Tameesha to slip a hand under the young slave's skirt and run her fingers over the welts that covered her pussy lips.

Katie had to keep her whimpers stifled and not wince very much as her mistress played with her pain and shame. The pain of Tameesha scraping the welts with a fingernail and the shame of being here in public, having her cunt played with. The two melded together as her cunt continued to juice up, soaking the rope between her cunt lips.

After ordering the food Tameesha had told Katie they were going to the bathroom together. Katie left the table with her mistress, walking behind her. She wondered if others noticed how she submitted to the older girl. Glancing around, though, she realized that no one was paying much attention. A man or two was watching the young girls while trying not to, but that seemed to be more because they were girls, not because of how they acted.

In the bathroom Tameesha had lead Katie to a toilet stall. There was no one else in the room and they entered a bathroom stall together.

Tameesha had told Katie to kneel and then Tameesha had pulled up her skirt. She was without panties and she sat on the toilet, spreading her legs. Katie licked her lips, expecting to be told to lick her friend and mistress on the pussy.

She was shocked when Tameesha began urinating, instead. She could smell the acrid scent and hear the stream hitting the water in the toilet bowl. She could see the stream jetting from her mistress' pussy.

Tameesha reached out and grabbed Katie by the pigtails, pulling the smaller girl close, planting another kiss on her lips, tongue pushing into Katie's willing mouth. Not sure what to do with her hands Katie put her arms behind her back. Tameesha finished pissing as she kissed Katie hard.

Then Tameesha pulled Katie's mouth away from her own. She used the girl's pigtails as handles, lowering the head as she scooted her bottom forward on the seat. Tameesha pulled Katie's mouth onto her pussy as she put her feet up on door to the stall.

Katie had almost resisted. Almost. The lessons of the afternoon were fresh in her memory and she would not refuse Tameesha anything. She still smelled the warm smell of the older girl's urine as she found her mouth pressed to the lips of the girl's pussy. She had extended her tongue, licking. She realized she was licking the last drops of piss along with the wetness on Tameesha's pussy.

Tameesha had been pleased. "Good slave pig. Lick up all of your mistress' piss from her pussy!" Tameesha had said.

***

Once home Katie had permission to remove the rope from her pussy. She had untied the rope and pulled it from between the dripping wet lips of her cunt. She hadn't been told what to do with the rope. She put it under her pillow while she took care of other things.

She had taken a bath, finding the welts on her ass and cunt. She didn't tease her cunt for pleasure, instead tracing the welts and scratching at them as Tameesha had done with her nail. She felt the pain and the excitement the pain created in her cunt.

Whore. That's what Tameesha had said about her. But she wasn't a whore, she was a slave. Mistress Tameesha's slave, cum puppy and pain pig.

Whore. Katie tried to push the word from her mind, tried to not remember it. The more she wanted to not remember it the more she heard the word in her mind. Whore.

She had gotten wet, gotten a tingle, gotten excited and it wasn't even in response to a pill. Gotten turned on before Tameesha had made her a slave.

Slave! She cried into her own head. Whore! Was the reply. Slave! Whore! Slave! Whore! SlaveWhore! Whoreslave!

Katie sat up in the bathtub, jerking her fingers away from her cunt. She was breathing fast, her heart was thudding a rapid beat in her chest. Her cunt was wet beyond what water could do to it and she had been stroking her clit. She had stopped just before cumming. Cumming over calling herself dirty names.

Doubt had crept in. Was she whore or slave? She looked at the choker she had left laying on the sink when she got into the bath. She was a slave.

Katie took the crotch rope from under her pillow that night before going to sleep. She held one end in her hands, the other in her teeth and wrapped her wrists together in front of her. She would show Tameesha that she was a slave, not a whore. She would show the part of her that doubted that she was a slave, not a whore.

***

The next morning Katie left the trailer with her head held high, even though the choker on her neck marked her as a slave. The clothes she wore fit pretty well and looked nice. Her hair was in pig-tails just like Tameesha wanted.

The other kids seemed to go out of their way to not notice. Katie decided she didn't care. She only cared about Tameesha. When the bus arrived she went to the seat she shared with her friend and mistress. Tameesha's bright smile was the morning sun, finally lifting the doubts of night from her life.

Again she was given the inside seat. Tameesha took her hand and squeezed it, then motioned to the huge boy who sat in the back seat. He leaned forward, his head over the back of the seat between the girl's heads.

"Katie, this is Tyronne. Tyronne, this is Katie. Tyronne has a secret, Katie. Do you know what that secret is?"

Katie looked at the impassive, dark-skinned face. The boy was big, both with muscle and fat. His eyes were small, pig-like, his skin many shades darker than Tameesha's. His flat nose flared as he breathed. She couldn't guess what sort of secret the behemoth from the back seat could have that Tameesha would care about. "No, I don't."

"Tyronne is my slave, too."

Katie froze. Her heart felt betrayed. How could Tameesha share anything as special as being mistress with this giant, dull-looking BOY!

Tameesha stroked her dark fingers against Katie's cheek. "Don't worry, pretty baby. Just try to understand. Tyronne was my first slave. He knew I would take a girl as my slave next and he agreed to stay my slave as long as I wanted him to be. He is very, very faithful to me. Aren't you, Ty?"

Tyronne answered, his voice low, raspy. It was pitched so only the three of them could hear it. "Yes, Mistress Tameesha!"

Katie was still feeling hurt. It hadn't occurred to her that she would ever be sharing Tameesha with others. She hadn't been asked if she would.

"I thought I was your slave!"

"Keep your voice down! You are my slave, Katie-baby. You are my number two. Ty is number one." Tameesha said. She sounded as though she were explaining something very simple to a slow-witted child.

"But you didn't tell me about him before!"

"I am the mistress. I don't have to tell you about other slaves, just give you the choice. If you want to be my slave then you take the place I assign you in my stable."

Katie felt the tears on her cheek before realizing she was crying.

"You are my slave. You now have a duty to love and obey the rest of my stable. Thus far the only other in my stable is Ty. You will love and obey him."

"What if... What if he doesn't like me?" Katie asked. There had to be someway to make this right, to make it just her and Tameesha again.

"Does it matter to you, slave Tyronne? Do you like or dislike Katie?" Tameesha addressed the giant boy.

"Slave Katie belongs to my Mistress. I belong to my Mistress. It just is. Not up to me to like her or dislike her." The boy remained impassive, stolid.

"There, you see? He doesn't dislike you."

"He doesn't like me, either." Katie pointed out.

"Don't be so quick to jump to that conclusion, slave. Ty, would you like to shove your cock into Katie's face? Would you enjoy pushing it between her lips, feel her suck on your cock?"

The dull look in the boy's eyes brightened. "Yes, Mistress! Tyronne would like that a lot!"

Katie shrank against the wall of the bus. She was suddenly frightened of the big boy.

"Don't let your fear make you forget who you belong to, girl! You belong to me! I decide what happens to you. Who, what, when, where and why! If I tell you to suck a cock you open your slave mouth and suck it! If I tell you to lick a cunt you stick out your tongue and get busy! If I want to whip your cunt or ass or tits you will take the pain and suffer for it! That's slavery, little girl! I'm getting tired of having to explain this to you over and over again." Tameesha said to her.

"If I decide you aren't willing to be my slave, in all ways and in all things then I will cut you loose. I won't be lonely. Will I, Ty?"

"No, Mistress!"

"But..."

"No buts, girl! You want to know why you will accept this? Do you really need me to prove to you that you want this?"

Katie didn't say anything, or move. What proof could Tameesha give to her that she wanted to be part of anything with Tyronne.

"You are going to suck Tyronne's cock this afternoon, Katie. You are going to suck his cock, naked, on your knees. A naked white girl sucking a black cock! You will suck it and do a good job of it. Now, cum puppy, tell me if your panties are dry or wet! ANSWER!"

Katie trembled. She looked from Tameesha to Tyronne. She then looked at the floor. She knew the answer.

"Wet, aren't they? I chose you because you would be the kind of slave I wanted. One who would get off on all the perverted things I want to do to you. You may think you are a good girl, but I know better. I know what will make you drip and moan and ache to cum, over and over. You know the truth of that, no matter how much you believe you are a good girl."

Katie kept staring at the floor. She didn't want this to be happening, but she couldn't deny the truth in Tameesha's word. Yesterday she had known that Tameesha would do what was best for her, would always treat her right. Could it be that even things she didn't think she wanted were really best for her?

Perhaps more importantly would she want to be alive if Tameesha did cut her out of her life?

"Yes, Mistress." Katie said, still looking at the floor.

"Finally! Tyronne, swap seats with me."

Katie looked up, then down again as the huge bulk of the boy from the backseat moved to sit beside her. She felt dwarfed by his enormous bulk.

"Katie, take my jacket and put it on your lap, then spread your legs." Tameesha said, handing the jacket over the seat back. Katie took it and did as she was told.

"Okay, Tyronne. You are doing this for me. Show Katie that you are a good lover with your hands."

"Yes, Mistress!" Tyronne said, his huge hand sliding beneath the windbreaker and Katie's skirt.

Katie flinched, spreading her legs even wider in fear of the black hand moving beneath her clothing, afraid of what Tyronne could do to her. He looked so strong, so brutish.

The touch, when it came, was subtle and stimulating. Katie knew it was Tyronne's finger by the size, but the touch was not rough, nor unskillful. The boy was sliding his finger along the edges of her cunt lips through the fabric of the wet panties. She gasped at the pleasure, in spite of not wanting to show how quick and easy it was for him to arouse her.

"Were her panties soaking wet, Ty?" Tameesha asked, stroking Katie's hair.

"Yes, Mistress, dripping wet! Wetter now, though!" Tyronne responded. His finger rubbed in tiny circles directly at the entrance to Katie's tight cunt, driving the small girl to squeak with pleasure, her hips rising and falling in time to his strokes.

"See, cum puppy? Tyronne loves you! I told you. Will you love him back, as your senior slave in my stable?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Katie eeped out as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. "Please, Mistress, please let me cum!"

Tameesha wrapped a hand over Katie's gasping mouth, putting her lips to the younger girl's ear. "I'm going to love watching you suck his cock. Cum for mistress, slave!"

Katie came, thankful that Tameesha had her hand over her mouth. Even while trying not to scream she still made noise cumming on Tyronne's skilled fingers.

The bus arrived at school. As Katie watched Tyronne suck her wetness off of his fingers she shivered, listening to Tameesha.

"Meet me in the girl's bathroom again at lunch, cum puppy.”

*** Katie struggled through the morning, unable to concentrate on her problems with Tyronne being a part of her relationship with Tameesha. She was glad when her lunch period came. At least there would be no Tyronne in the girl's bathroom!

She hurried to her appointment, glad now for contact with Tameesha. She wasn't going to mention Tyronne, just be with her mistress. She wanted to feel the special closeness of the day before.

Tameesha was alone in the bathroom when Katie arrived. Katie went to her; arms raised to embrace, then dropped them. She wasn't a girlfriend, she was a slave. She lowered herself to her knees before Tameesha. Katie lowered her head, kissing each of Tameesha's shoes.

"You are learning! I am pleased! Stand up, slave."

Katie rose up, still keeping her eyes down. She felt Tameesha take her by the pigtails and draw her closer. She had to turn her face up to her mistress for the kiss Tameesha pressed to her lips.

Katie melted. The resistance, fear and betrayal poured away as she melted under the heat of Tameesha's kiss. The younger girl was uncertain about what to do with her hands, wanting to wrap her arms around her mistress, but was pretty sure this wasn't right. After struggling with this for a few seconds she pushed her arms behind her back and gripped her right wrist in her left hand. She was then able to just enjoy the kiss.

Tameesha ended the kiss with the same matter-of-fact manner she had initiated it, pulling Katie's head back by the girl's pigtails. She then placed her slave's head against her chest, stroking the girl's hair.

"Don't worry about Tyronne, girl. He won't take my love away from you."

Love? It was the first time Katie could recall the word being used between them. Yes, she admitted, she loved her mistress. She wondered when it began, thinking it went back to when the older girl had invited her back to the seat on the bus with her.

Tyronne had been there, then. It had been his booming, loud voice that had cut the teasing down, made it stop.

"Yes, Mistress." Katie replied. She still wasn't happy with his being part of this. He wasn't here, though, and she fought to put him out of her mind. She still wanted her arms around Tameesha, but settled for pressing her smaller body against the older girl, rubbing her face against Tameesha's breasts.

She felt Tameesha raising her skirt. The hem was pulled higher and higher, exposing her hips, clad in panties that had also been given by Tameesha. She felt the older girl's dark fingers stroking the front of the panties.

"Your panties are still wet, girl?" Tameesha said, finding the crotch of Katie's panties soaked.

"They are always wet when I think of you, Mistress!" Katie admitted.

"My little cum puppy's drooling cunt!" Tameesha giggled, sliding her fingers inside the wet panties. Katie spread her legs without being commanded as Tameesha took charge of her wet slit.

Katie moaned as she felt the fingers slide along her slit, then turn, sliding up inside a little. She felt the stretching of having even two slender fingers just inside her. She gasped as Tameesha pushed harder and then whimpered as the stretching began to hurt.

"Yes, my cum puppy is a virgin, but a very, very wet one. I could bust your cherry right now."

Katie's eyes snapped open, muscles tensing all over her body at the thought. It hadn't occurred to her that Tameesha would want to take her virginity.

"Does that frighten you, Katie baby?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Well, I won't do it. Not now." Tameesha said, and Katie relaxed again a bit. "Not with just my fingers, either." Katie shivered.

"But you are going to do it, Mistress?"

"Yes, baby girl.. Of course."

Of course. Katie felt her heart thud as she heard Tameesha speak of taking her virginity as calm and matter-of-fact way as if she were saying she was going to have a candy bar. She didn't have much time to worry about it, though. Tameesha's fingers began to move, just inside her cunt hole, moving in and out in the very short depth.

"Oh, god. Oh!" Katie moaned, feeling the motion driving her toward an orgasm.

"You are my slave. I own your virginity because I own you. Every hole you have. They are mine to control. To toy with. To fill." Tameesha explained, frigging Katie's tender little hole. She put her thumb against the small girl's clit, rubbing it in time to the frigging. Katie's moans became more frantic.

"Your body belongs to me, slave girl. Your body, your heart, your soul." Tameesha said as she frigged the younger girl. "Your mouth, your cunt, your asshole."

Katie shook, both from the force of the orgasm she knew was about to hit her with the force of a speeding steamroller and from the concept she hadn't thought of. Of something being pushed into her ass. She was frightened, but her mistress was stimulating her so much she was unable to do anything but feel the fear. Feel it and ride it as she was forced closer to the edge of orgasm.

"Cum for mistress, three-hole fuckslave!" Tameesha said and then covered Katie's gasping, moaning mouth with her own.

Katie screamed into Tameesha's mouth, feeling her mistress's tongue pushed into her mouth. Tameesha's tongue made her think of Tyronne's cock going into her mouth later that day. Her body went rigid, vibrating, convulsing. She felt her convulsing muscles clamp down on Tameesha's finger tips just at the rim of her cunt. Katie was cumming hard and couldn't protest the images invading her mind or push away the fear and fear of pain that flooded her imagination.

She hit the peak of her orgasm as her mind screamed out the new name Tameesha had called her. Fuckslave. Her body did the impossible and her orgasm redoubled its force. She had an orgasm within an orgasm.

When she came down from the impact her body collapsed against Tameesha. The older girl had to hold her up or let her drop to the floor. Tameesha managed to hold her up by turning, bracing Katie's body against the wall.

When Katie's mind came back to what was happening with her body she realized she was sucking on Tameesha's fingers, cleaning her own cunt juices from them.

"I hope you are enjoying these little lunchtime trysts, cum puppy. They don't come cheap and you are going to have to pay for them soon."

Katie wanted to ask what Tameesha meant, but her mouth was busy with cunt-flavored fingers. When Tameesha pulled them out Katie was supporting her own weight again and the older girl left the bathroom without a further word.

***

Katie felt each heartbeat of the afternoon bring her closer to something she didn't want. She had been told she would be performing an action on a boy she barely knew and certainly didn't love that she had thought was disgusting.

Who wouldn't think it was disgusting? Well, boys, obviously. But every girl she knew had said "Ew!" when discussing 'blow jobs'.

When she had imagined it at all she had imagined being asked to do it by some faceless future boyfriend. She had thought she would refuse and the boy would either respect her for refusing or break up with her. It was easy to imagine how you'd act on a date when you weren't old enough to date.

Now, though, she was a slave. Not because someone had captured her but because she had given her heart to the girl who was now her mistress and mistress had decreed she would do this.

If she had known about Tyronne before, when Tameesha offered her the choice, or later when she had told her to get dressed and leave, what would she have done? That wasn't as easy a question. Last week she didn't even know she could fall in love with a girl, now she couldn’t think of not being in love.

Another worry entered her mind. How big was Tyronne... down there? He was huge, all over in the places she could see.

She had seen little boys, before, when playing doctor. Theirs had been tiny little things. More to laugh at that than to be afraid of. She had seen her daddy's a few times that she could remember, usually when she ran into her parent's bedroom without knocking and he was getting dressed or undressed. His had been larger than all the ones on little boys, even if it was soft. Much bigger. It had to grow when boys grew.

Did that mean that Tyronne's would be as big as the rest of him? She remembered what she had seen on the cock on the man her mother had brought back to the trailer. It had been big, red, angry looking. Much bigger, when hard, than the soft one she had seen on her father.

She shuddered, scared. Then she felt a tear escape down her cheek. She was scared, and wet, her panties only slowing down the juices oozing onto her inner thighs.

***

Tameesha caught up with her as she waited to get on the bus. Katie felt joy again as she bathed in the bright eyes and smile of her mistress.

"You are shaking, pretty Katie!" Tameesha said, taking the smaller girl's hands in hers. She drew Katie closer. "You don't have to be scared, just trust in me."

Katie wanted to beg to be let out of this task. She started to form the words when a shadow fell across the two of them. A shadow cast by a huge body. Tyronne was there.

Katie looked up at him, saw his huge bulk. She leaned against Tameesha, hiding her face against the taller girl's shoulder.

"Come on, girl. Get on the bus. You'll see. You'll do fine." Tameesha said. She made Katie get on the bus and proceed down the aisle.

Katie felt the bus shift on its springs from the weight of Tyronne behind her. She moved back to the seat before the last one. The one she shared with Tameesha.

She sat on the inside of the seat and waited while Tameesha sat beside her. Tyronne took his usual seat behind them.

Tameesha settled in, then reached for Katie, pulling the girl around so she leaned back, her head resting on Tameesha's larger breasts. She kissed Katie discreetly behind her ear and started whispering to her.

"You are not to reply, just close your eyes and imagine." Tameesha instructed.

Katie let her eyes half-close at first, but her eyes did begin to close on their own as she felt Tameesha right there, just holding her. She remembered yesterday, being held close after the painful cunt whipping. Being close to her mistress was sweet, even without the pain.

"You are mine, Katie." Tameesha said. "Do you think I would do anything that I thought would be bad for you?"

Katie wondered about that. She tried to find a way to punch a hole in that argument, but couldn't. Yes, Tameesha would hurt her for pleasure, but it was pleasure she enjoyed giving. She had deceived Katie about the pills she was being given, but hadn't given her anything that would addict her or hurt her body. The deception just left her able to be her real self, the self that was hot for Tameesha. She finally shook her head.

"Your own cunt agrees that you want to do this for me. In a way it's smarter than your head is." Tameesha stroked Katie's cheek with her dark fingers. "I'm just helping you to obey your own true self. If I have some fun, too, then we are both happy."

Katie knew there was truth in Tameesha's words. Anytime she imagined what Tameesha wanted her to do this afternoon her cunt would juice up. Her cunt wanted to do this for itself and to make Tameesha happy. It was just her head that gave her problems with it. Her head was full of 'don't' messages. Don't act dirty. Don't let others see her naked. Don't play with her cunt. Tameesha just over rode those messages, making her do things she really wanted to be doing.

"Is it... big, Mistress?" Katie finally had the courage to ask.

Tameesha started to giggle, then to laugh, her chest bouncing under Katie's head as she held the smaller girl close.

"Is that what has you so scared? You think he's got a huge black python down there?" Tameesha kept her voice down, but with difficulty. She was laughing so much. "Tyronne is big all over, except there. It's like the rest of him got big and left that part alone. He's not too small, but he's not too big, either. He's big enough, but not big big."

Katie breathed a sigh of relief. She felt less fear, being told this.

Tameesha leaned in even closer. "Why do you think I trained him to use his fingers so well?" She started laughing again. "He's got a good tongue, too, now that I taught him, but not as sweet to feel as yours."

Katie smiled at that. She continued to smile and enjoy being close to Tameesha the rest of the way to Tameesha's house, where all three got off the bus together.

*** Tameesha led her two slaves into her house through the garage. She stopped the pair of them in the garage with the door down and ordered them to strip. She ordered Katie to go first.

This would be the first time in many years that Katie had to be naked in front of any male. Her father hadn't seen her naked since she was around five. Katie looked up at the huge boy. This was definitely not how she had expected to be naked in front of a boy for the first time.

She realized that both of them were looking at her. She turned her back so that it was toward Tyronne as she lifted off her top. She pulled off her shoes, then socks, then unhooked her skirt. She lowered it, feeling her ears and cheeks burning just from being in bra and panties in front of him. She reached back, fumbling the unhooking of the bra, sliding it off her shoulders and then hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, tugging them down her slender hips and thighs.

"Turn around, girl. Give us a good look." Tameesha ordered.

Katie turned slow, her eyes on the concrete floor of the garage. She felt more naked than naked in this place. More naked than she had felt when it was just Tameesha. With Tameesha they were both girls. Tyronne could now look on her naked body. He could see her slender torso, just budded breasts topped with hard, erect nipples. He could see her flat tummy and belly button. He could also see her narrow hips, yet to fully grow out, topping her slender thighs. And he could see her bald, dripping wet cunt, crying out to be touched.

"Do you see how wet and eager she is, Ty? My little cum puppy's cunt drools when she is embarrassed." Tameesha said.

"Yes, Mistress! You chose well!"

"She's a virgin, too. Her little cherry is just waiting to be plucked." Tameesha said, walking over to the naked Katie, stroking her hair, wiping a tear from the slave's cheek.

"Poor little cum puppy is crying! But your dirty little cunt is drooling. If I measured the tears and the cunt drool, which would be greater, cum puppy?"

"My cunt drool, Mistress." Katie whispered.

Tameesha slapped the younger girl's naked ass, making her jump and squeal, her cunt squeezing around emptiness, forcing out more wetness. "Louder, cum puppy! Bark your answers louder when I ask you questions!"

"My cunt drool, Mistress!" Katie repeated, nearly shouting her repeated reply.

"That's better! Now, get on your knees, slave!"

Katie knelt on the hard floor, feeling even smaller being down so low.

"Ty, my strong slave, you will strip now."

"Yes, Mistress!" Tyronne replied, reaching down to peel off the giant-sized shirt over his torso.

Tameesha took Katie by the pigtails, yanking back and down, forcing her face up, forcing her to pay attention as the boy stripped.

Katie watched, blinking at tears of shame as Tyronne's big belly and chest came into view. Unlike Katie he didn't turn his back as he stripped. His skin was many shades darker than Tameesha's. While her mistress had dark brown nipples on her creamy-coffee skin Tyronne's were just a darker shade of black on the blackness of his chest. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down over his big bottom and thick thighs. Katie could see that his plain white jockey underpants were tented out. He kicked off his shoes and pulled the pants off before the socks. Finally came his moment of unveiling. He shoved the tented underpants down.

Katie had seen the cock of the man who had been with her mother. Tyronne's cock wasn't quite as long, but a little thicker around. The deep, dark brown of his skin included his cock which was swollen and bobbing as he moved, pushing up toward his big belly, with some lighter shades around the swollen head. Beneath his cock his balls hung, at least as large as the ones of the man who had been with her mommy. His pubic hair was the same, tightly kinked hair as on his head.

Katie noticed another detail. Something white wrapped around the base of his cock and balls.

"Now, come over here, Ty." Tameesha said.

Tyronne walked closer to where Katie knelt, his cock bobbing and weaving like the head of a cobra on TV, rising from a basket. Katie saw some clear fluid leaking from the tip, where there was a slit. When he stopped the tip of his cock was less than an inch from her lips.

"Look around the base of his cock and balls, girl." Tameesha said.

Katie looked. There was something white. It looked like the same sort of choker that rested on her neck, right down to the letter T resting there against his skin.

"Yes, you see it, don't you? It's just like your slave collar, only he wears his right there to remind him who owns his most prized possession!" Tameesha giggled. "I wish I could brand you both, right on your cunt or cock. Mine forever, then."

Katie shuddered, thinking of hot metal on her sensitive cunt. Again her cunt squeezed around emptiness sending another flood of wet down her inner thighs. She saw the clear fluid from Tyronne's cock drip, replaced at the tip by another bead, drip off and then another.

"Still afraid of his big, bad cock, little girl?" Tameesha asked.

"N... not afraid. As much, Mistress." Katie said, remembering to speak louder.

"Oh, she's getting hot for it, Ty! She is going to be quite an eager cocksucking slave cunt!"

Katie didn't want to do it, but the words, the sexual tension, the whole atmosphere drove her to it. She moaned, feeling her clit throbbing as she listened to the words.

"Oh, are words making you hornier, little slave cunt?" Tameesha said, stroking her hair. "Ty, tell your slave sister how much you want to feel her lips around your cock, do it dirty!"

Katie moaned again even before Tyronne could speak. She felt the words as if they were stroking her clit on their way to her ears.

"I want to see you sucking my cock, little white slave cunt! I want to feel you suck my cock, lick it all over like a lollipop! I want to fuck your face like it was your cunt and pull out, shoot my cum on your face!"

"Please, Mistress, please! May I cum?" Katie was moaning steadily, rocking on her knees. The truth is she was humping empty air with her wet cunt, wanting to be rubbing it, touching it, anything.

The words had an effect on Tyronne's cock, too. The dripping had resumed, making wet spots on the concrete floor of the garage between his cock and her lips.

"Stick your tongue out, catch some of his pre-cum on your tongue. Like catching raindrops on it!" Tameesha said, ignoring Katie's desperate plea for a merciful orgasm.

Katie stuck out her tongue. The boy's cock hung so close to her face the tip of her tongue was just beneath where the drops of pre-cum were oozing out.

It was Tyronne's turn to moan, a deep, baritone rumble as his brutish eyes stared into Katie's lust-strained face, mouth open, tongue out, right in front of his cock. His cock dribbled pre-cum, depositing it on Katie's waiting tongue.

Katie looked to Tameesha, keeping her tongue out as she felt the drops, body-warm, beginning to trickle down her tongue toward her mouth. She moaned louder, clenching her hands into fists in an effort to keep them from heading straight to her aching, needy, dripping wet cunt.

"Swallow it, girl! It's sort of salty, but not bad." Tameesha said.

Katie drew her tongue back into her mouth, swallowed. She realized a milestone had been passed. She was swallowing something from Tyronne's cock. "Please, Mistress, have mercy on me! I need to cum so bad!" Katie begged after swallowing.

"You'll cum when I let you and not one instant before, or you will find out what real pain is!" Tameesha said. "Maybe you need some help to distract you from pleasing your own wet fuckslot so you remember you are here to please ME!"

Katie sobbed, turning back to face Tyronne's cock, but found no relief from her desire by looking there. If anything she now felt she wanted to feel it in her mouth. That was what would please Mistress Tameesha, wasn't it?

Katie opened her mouth, leaning forward, felt the thick shaft-head brushing her lips and ran her tongue along the underside as she started to close her mouth around the head.

She felt her pigtails being yanked back, hard, forcing her to squeal in pain.

"How DARE you suck his cock without direct permission from me! His cock is MINE! Your mouth is MINE! The two go together when I tell you!" Tameesha said, yanking again on the pigtails. "Get me a rope! This cock-pig is going to learn to obey!"

Tyronne moved away as Tameesha shoved Katie's head down, grabbing her arms, yanking them behind her back. Katie began to sob. She had disappointed Tameesha and should be punished. She was a filthy little fuckslave and needed Tameesha's discipline to be better behaved.

The rope around her wrists was a blessing. It put her hands out of range of her cunt and reminded her of her place. Tears poured from her eyes. "Please punish me, Mistress! Please hurt me for being a bad slave!"

"Oh, you don't have to beg for punishment when you are a bad slave. But keep doing it! I love to hear your greedy cock-sucker mouth beg for my pain!"

When Tameesha finished lashing Katie's wrists together behind her back she ordered Tyronne to help her to her feet. She led the way through the house, a fully clothed girl-mistress with two naked slaves in her own domain. She went to her room and pulled the desk chair from the desk. "Sit her naked ass here. No, hold on. Let me put down a towel first. She'll slobber cunt drool all over it if I don't!"

When the chair had a big, fluffy towel on the cushion Katie was forced down on it. More rope went around her knees and then tied to the legs of the chair, forcing her legs wide, fully exposing her wet, bald cunt. With her arms behind her the position made her tiny tits stick out, the nipples aching stiff.

Tameesha pulled her own skirt up, reaching under and pushed her panties down, stepping out of them. "Open your cock-sucking mouth!" Without waiting to see if Katie would obey the older girl pushed the wet crotch of the panties into Katie’s face. The older girl's panties were shoved in, stuffing the smaller girl's mouth with the flavor of Tameesha's wetness. Katie sucked at the flavor of her mistress' heaven-sent pussy.

"You love that flavor, don't you, greedy cum-sucker? Well, I feel a generous mood coming on. I'm going to flavor Ty's cock for you, so when I DO let you suck it you'll enjoy it. But, before I do that I'm going to make sure you don't enjoy watching me do it too much!"

Tameesha went to her nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling something out. She came back to where Katie waited, tied helpless to the chair. When she stood before Katie she revealed what she held.

Clothespins. A large handful of them. Katie looked from the plastic spring clips to Tameesha, seeing the bright smile turned cruel as she drew one out of the bundle.

The dark fingers pinched the end of the clothespin, opening the plastic jaws. Katie could see ridges cast into the hard plastic, tooth-like. She kept her eyes on the open end of the clothespin as Tameesha lowered it between her wide-spread thighs. She felt Tameesha pinch her left outer cunt lip and hold it as the clothespin moved closer and closer. Then she felt the plastic jaws on her cunt lip.

Then Katie screamed into the panties filling her mouth. She bit down on them, screaming and thrashing in the chair as the plastic teeth bit into her sensitive cunt lip. Shaking in pain she gasped for air through her nose, finding Tyronne's big hands on her small shoulders, making sure she stayed in the chair and the chair stayed upright. Between her legs Tameesha already had a grip on her right cunt lip and held an open clothespin.

Katie begged with her eyes. She begged through her panty-gagged mouth. She begged not to feel another of those mean clothespins biting down on her cunt but none of the begging was heeded. She screamed again as this one bit down, doubling her pain.

Tameesha glowed with pleasure. She peeled up her top and cast it aside, then got out of her bra. "Ty, get me some string from the desk!" Tameesha unhooked and lowered her skirt, her own naked body now revealed before her two slaves, her dark-fleshed pussy wet.

Tyronne handed her the string and Tameesha bent, running the string through loops on the ends of the clothespins, tying them to the string. She ran out a section of string from the chair to the bed and then broke the string off. She came back to where Katie sobbed, breathing in ragged, pain-filled gasps through her nose.

This time Tameesha put the string down and picked up two clothespins. Katie whimpered, shaking her head. Her sight of the clothespins blurred with tears as they streamed down her cheeks. She wasn't sure where mistress was going to put them, but she would have bet it would hurt.

"Hold her little tits still for me, Ty, dear."

Tyronne's big fingers grabbed the small, budding breasts, locking Katie's chest in place by his grip on them, squeezing them hard. Now Katie didn't have to guess where the next clothespins would go. The targets were clear. Her sensitive, erect nipples.

Katie felt the bites hitting her nipples and bucked on the chair. Only Tyronne's grip on her tits kept her from knocking the chair over. He kept her immobilized until the bucking slowed. Each breath now seemed to keep the fire in her nipples alive, fanning the flaming pain of the plastic jaws crushing her nipples.

"There, that should do." Tameesha said.

Katie blinked at tears, seeing that strings had been tied to the clothespins on her nipples as the string was stretched toward the bed, as well.

"On the bed, Tyronne, face up."

"Yes, Mistress!" Tyronne said, rushing to the bed, it sagged beneath his weight as he lay down, face up on top of it. His erect cock stuck up like a short flag pole.

Katie watched as Tameesha mounted the bed, straddling the huge boy's waist, facing toward Katie. Her eyes widened as Tameesha grasped the hard cock and raised herself over it, guiding her pussy over the throbbing member and then putting it between her shaved lips.

Tameesha moaned loud as she sank her weight driving the hard cock up inside her pussy. "You... you don't know what you are missing... yet.... virgin slave! Fucking... sweet pain in your cunt!" Tameesha gasped as she finally sank the full length into her wet pussy. She then began to raise and lower her wet pussy on the huge boy's hard cock.

"Makes... makes it look yummy.... doesn't it, cum puppy? Wet... mistress juice.... dripping all over this... hard cock! Oh! Love looking.... at you.... suffering. Sing... sing for... me!" Tameesha tugged on the strings connected to the clothespins on Katie's cunt and nipples.

Katie squealed into the panties filling her mouth. She squealed and sobbed, tears dripping from her cheeks onto her stretched and tortured tits. She could see her mistress riding Tyronne's cock, but she felt the sight only as further torture. She had to endure pain while Tyronne had the pleasure of his cock buried into Tameesha even deeper than Katie could push her tongue.

"Not gonna... hold out... long. Sweet... tortured slavecunt... music!" Tameesha said, beginning to pump her pussy up and down on Tyronne's cock faster. "Sorry... Ty... don't cum...with mistress. Save... IT! OH GOD! SUFFER FOR MEEEEE!"

Tameesha yanked on the strings, hard. The clothespins bit, twisted in place, then jerked free of Katie's flesh. Each one a bright, burning hot explosion of molten pain stabbing through her flesh. Katie's high-pitched scream of pain competed in volume with Tameesha's cry of satiating lust. Tyronne's stifled groans of lust denied weren't even close to matching the other two in volume.

Tameesha stayed on top of Tyronne as she finished cumming, then gasped as she rose up, letting his cock slip free, the black flesh glistening with her juice.

"Up, Ty, get up. Time to feed our cock-pig!" Tameesha said, crawling off the bed.

Katie burned in the private world of agony caused by four clothespins snapping off her body from four very sensitive places. She didn't realize that attention had shifted to her until Tameesha yanked her head back by her pigtails, tugging at the panties stuffed into her mouth.

Tyronne managed to get off the bed, his black cock harder than ever. He walked in front of the chair Katie was tied to.

"Straddle her, Ty. Since she was so eager to suck when she was on her knees I want to control her better. Won't be as much a blow job, but she will learn what it means to be mouth-fucked!" Tameesha said, moving behind Katie.

With Tameesha behind her, Katie was faced with the vision of Tyronne and his cock. She could see and smell the cunt juices glistening on his cock, balls and thighs from Tameesha riding him to orgasm. The pain in her cunt and nipples had eased enough to become less than agony and served now only to make her need for a cum increase.

"Open your mouth, little cock-sucker!" Tameesha said, still holding Katie by the pigtails. Katie wondered why and then realized she couldn't turn her head. She opened her mouth obediently.

"Take charge of her 'handles', Ty!" Tameesha said. She left the holding of Katie's hair to her male slave and dashed away to a drawer in the desk.

Katie was once more looking directly at the pulsating, bulging cock of Tameesha's male slave. He had a hold of her hair at the pigtails and her mouth was open. Why were they stopped?

Lack of orders or permission.

A flash made Katie want to turn her head, but Tyronne's grip on her hair jerked her head back to face his cock. Instead she had to turn her eyes as far as possible to look out of the corner. Tameesha had a camera and was taking pictures!

"Beautiful! My little cum-puppy's first mouth-fucking! I'm so proud, I should show these all over school!" Tameesha said.

Katie wanted to ask if she were serious. She wanted to beg her not to take the pictures. She wanted to...

It didn't matter what she wanted. What came out of Katie's open mouth was a low, guttural moan of humiliation and lust. She looked up at Tyronne's face as the camera flashed a few more times. He looked down at her. She couldn't read the feelings in his eyes, but the pre-cum was dribbling from his cock again, dribbling onto her tummy. Katie moaned again, feeling it, remembering its taste, the feel of his cock on her lips and tongue.

"Now, start feeding cock-pig your meat, Ty. Not too much at first. Time enough to choke her later. Make her suck it for now."

Tyronne complied, his cock pushing forward, between Katie's open lips, sliding across her tongue. Katie moaned as the humiliating moment arrived. Tyronne shoving his cock into her mouth.

"That's one for the yearbook! Extra-curricular, intramural, interracial cock-sucking! Close your lips around his cock, little slave cock--pig. Suck it!" Tameesha said, still snapping images with her camera.

Katie did close her lips around Tyronne, though there wasn't much room to close around. She did, indeed, taste the familiar flavor of her mistress's cunt. Other flavors and smells, too. She moaned, closing her eyes as she sucked the head and first couple of inches of Tyronne's cock.

"Tell her what will feel good, Ty. You are the one attached to your cock. I just own it!" Tameesha said, laughing.

"Lick it. Underneath. Yeah, like that!" Tyronne said. He groaned as Katie tried to do as he instructed, so she guessed she was doing something right. "Now, run your tongue around the outside and across the slit. Yeah!" His hips bucked, thrusting the fat, meaty pole deeper, filling her mouth before moving back.

“Now, suck it! Suck it hard, slave cunt!” Tyronne said.

Katie sucked hard enough to pull her cheeks in, caressing the sides of the fat cock as it worked in and out of her mouth, pushing in, filling it. She realized it could hit the back of her throat. Her eyes were wide and fearful as she turned them toward her mistress. She was sure Tameesha didn’t want her gagging on this boy’s cock.

“Deeper, Ty! Throat-fuck the little cock pig!” Tameesha urged, still shooting pictures. “I want to see those balls on her white girl chin!”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Katie felt the tip of the cock pressing deeper, saw the boy’s chubby pubis moving up closer, his fat belly overhanging. She could smell a metallic muskiness, so very different from Tameesha’s more erotic aroma.

Katie began to gag. It wasn’t the smell but the feeling of the boy’s cock against the back of her throat. Reflex took over; she opened her mouth wide, trying to cough it out.

“Fuck her throat, Ty! I want to hear her choke!”

“Yes! MISTRESS!” Tyronne’s voice was loud, enthusiastic as his cock pumped in and out, driving into Katie’s gagging, coughing, choking throat. He grunted as he thrust, no longer looking at the sight of the helpless white girl tied to the chair. “Please, Mistress! Please, your slave needs to shoot!”

“Pull out, paint her little cock pig face with your cum!”

Katie felt him pull out of her mouth, gasping for breath, mouth wide open still as the boy’s black cock erupted. She saw the first spurt eject from the slit where the pre-cum had dripped. Then she couldn’t see. The first spurt had hit her in the eyes.

Katie blinked, feeling something hot and sticky oozing down her cheeks, then more and more, on the bridge of her nose, on her upper lip. More of it landed on her tongue, her mouth open for air and to cry out.

“FANFUCKINGTASTIC! Wonderful shot, Ty! I got it all right here, my cum puppy’s first facial!” Tameesha said. “I’m going to cum so much to these tonight!”

Katie finally blinked enough to clear her vision, though her eyes were blurry with tears, stinging a bit. Tyronne’s cock was still jumping, but seemed to have spent the force behind his eruption. The last few drops oozed from the tip, dripping down to land on her chest between her breasts.

She saw Tameesha, holding the camera up, aiming it.

“Cum, little cock pig, cum with his cock dripping from your face!”

Katie screamed, obeying the command, body jerking, shaking, hips pumping her wet, empty slit up into vacant air. She was naked, tied up, with a boy’s cum dripping off her face, on her tongue. She blew apart into a billion pieces, the peak lasting so long she wasn’t sure it would ever stop.

She slumped in the chair, dazed, gasping for air, shaking all over when she finally came down.

Katie came back to reality feeling a tongue on her face. She felt it licking up the cum Tyronne had shot onto her face. The tongue was wet and warm. She turned toward the licking, opening her mouth, wanting to kiss Tameesha. The tongue thrust into her mouth, coated with even more of the thick, sticky stuff than was on her tongue already. The tongue was also too wide to be Tameesha’s.

She jerked, realizing it was Tyronne. His big face, with tiny, pig like eyes was right there. His thick tongue was in her mouth, feeding the cum from her face right into her mouth.

“Kiss him back, girl. Suck that cum down into your belly!” Tameesha said, another click, another photo of Katie’s degradation going into the camera.

Katie did, her mind spinning. It wasn’t the same as kissing Tameesha. Tyronne couldn’t kiss as well as the older girl. She sucked at the tongue, tasting the saltiness of the sticky stuff. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t heaven sent like Tameesha’s pussy juice.

“Okay, Ty, stand up. Let her get some air.” Tameesha said, taking a cable from the back of the computer and plugging it into the camera. “I’m going to download these so I can use the camera some more.”

Tyronne rose from his knees in front of Katie, moving back. Katie gulped at air, shivering, feeling her perspiring, tired body cooling in the room. Her wrists burned in the rope still tied around them, her thighs burned from straining against the ropes and from bucking her hips so much as she was made to cum without being touched.

How many times had she cum without touching? Twice? She’d only learned about cumming a couple of days ago, but seemed longer. Now she was cumming only from being told to do it. Well, there was more than being told to do it, but still…

“Mistress! May a slave make a suggestion?” Tyronne spoke up. Katie looked up at him. He’d never spoken out of turn. Was this how Tameesha wanted to be told something when she hadn’t asked for the words?

“Yes, Ty, dear?”

“Mistress, pictures are good. Video is better… and more useful.” Tyronne smiled in a way that made Katie feel he was saying something he knew she didn’t know.

“Oh, Ty! You are a clever slave! Yes, I think the video camera should come next. Well, I don’t know if it will cum… But I know some others who will!” Tameesha laughed at the small joke, Tyronne chuckled, his big belly bouncing above his now soft cock.

Katie struggled to find a way to object. Were they really going to use a video camera on her? The pictures were bad enough! Video would be…

She shuddered, still tied to the chair. Even after having just cum she could still feel her cunt reacting to the idea of being on video tape. Her mind hated the idea, afraid of who might see it. Her cunt wanted the video made, and seen.

Warm, soft fingers on her tear and cum-stained face brought her eyes up, looking into the dark brown eyes of Tameesha.

“What do you think, cum puppy? Does that drooling little cunt of yours want Ty to go get the video camera?”

Katie blushed, ears burning red. After all she had done today, in the previous days, this forced her to blush. She wanted to deny it, but knew she would be found out. She was willing to admit the idea made her cunt wet, but her mind refused to form the words.

Tameesha became impatient, switching from caressing her cheek to yanking on her hair. “I asked you a question, slave! IS your little cunt WET?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Oh, such a hot blush! Is little cum puppy embarrassed? Afraid to have a tape that shows what a filthy little cum slave she really is?”

“YES, MISTRESS!” Katie said, her voice cracking into sobs.

“Ty, get the camera. My little cum puppy is going to make a video that shows her true nature. A wet slut who gets wetter when she is embarrassed!”

Ty left the room, returning with a small video camera bag, he removed the camera from the bag and set it up for beginning.

“Start off with a fade in on her. Face first, then pan back to show her body.”

Ty was silent, working the camera, aiming it at Katie. She stared at the lens, hypnotized the way she read that snakes hypnotize birds. She wanted to turn her face away, but couldn’t. All she could do was feel the power of the shame coming from the small machine as it whirred in Ty’s hands.

“What is your name?”

Katie glanced at Tameesha, finally able to look away from the camera. “K… Katie, Mistress.”

“How old are you?”

“Twelve, Mistress.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“But we can see that you have a very, very wet cunt, little girl. Why is that? Are you a slutty little cum puppy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, what, what was it I called you? What are you?”

“I am a slu…slutty little cu… cum puppy.” Katie said. Her body shuddered as she said the words, her gaze having returned to the camera lens.

“Did your cunt just drool some MORE, cum puppy?”

“YES, MISTRESS!” Tears now slid down Katie’s cheek, dripping onto her breasts as she felt a fresh wave of wetness coating the spread lips of her bald little cunt.

“Get a close up of the cum puppy cunt drool.”

Ty worked the video camera as directed, using the zoom lens to focus in tight on the hairless little mound and the wetness oozing from inside the girl.

“I see marks on your cunt. Some old, some new. Looks like someone whipped you on your cunt, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Did you get wet when you were whipped there? Did you cum from it?”

“Yes, Mistress!” The memory of the pain, the searing, burning pain, flooded back into her. She felt her hips rise, thrusting out, begging to be touched, dry-humping empty air.

“You are getting turned on remembering your cunt whipping, little pain pig, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“You admit you are a pain pig, don’t you? Tell us what you are.”

“I am a pain… pig! OH, GOD, MISTRESS!”

“Pan out, show her cunt and her face. Do you need to cum, little pain pig?”

“YES, MISTRESS!”

“Don’t you dare, cunt! You’ll wait until you are allowed to cum!”

Katie sobbed, her hips pumping in the air, wetness dripping from her cunt onto the already soaked towel. She knew she wouldn’t cum without permission, but she was so close that her body wouldn’t stop trying.

“That towel under you looks awful wet. Where did all that wetness come from, little cunt?”

“Inside me, Mistress. Drool from my cunt!”

“You keep calling me mistress. Are you owned, little cum puppy? Does someone make you do dirty things, take pain, suck cock, eat pussy?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Would you ever disobey your mistress? Would you ever try to stop her from using you, or having you used?”

“No, Mistress!” Katie shook her head, her little breasts bouncing back and forth as she shook her head, the pony tails flipping back and forth, too.

“So you are a dirty little slave, aren’t you? Just a fucktoy?”

“YES! FUCKTOY! MISTRESS’ FUCKTOY!” Katie was crying out, yelling her responses. The shame of being filmed doing this and the effect of the filthy words had her ready to tumble over the edge. She longed for a chance to cum. Her body was a single knot of orgasmic tension at the breaking point. She only lacked permission.

“Fade out and pause.”

Tameesha waited while Ty did as ordered. Katie glanced from the camera down the naked male slave’s body. She could see that she wasn’t the only one turned on. His cock was once more hard.

“Give me the camera, then straddle the chair again, but don’t let the greedy cock pig suck! Not until I tell you to.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Tyronne said. He moved closer to Katie, once more standing with his hard cock in front of her face.

Tameesha worked the camera now. Katie watched as it focused on her again, Tameesha standing to one side so she could catch the girl’s face and the hard, fat cock hanging in front of her lips.

“Do you like that black cock, Katie?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Beg it to go into your mouth. Use dirty words. Beg the fat cock to fuck your face.”

“Please, please let me suck it!” Katie said. She was lost in a haze of lust, unable to feel anything but the pleasure of talking dirty and the need to cum. She lost track of being distrustful of Tyronne, of being afraid of the boy and her Mistress giving him first place over her. She was too turned on to feel anything other than the terrible, tortuous, burning need for release.

“You can do better than that, little girl! I expect a filthy little cunt like you can make really dirty sentences. Or she could be doing without permission to cum!”

Katie got the message. Talk dirty. Very, very dirty. Yes, it burned her clit to say the words without being able to cum, but she wouldn’t be able to cum without saying them.

“Feed my cock hungry mouth with that black meat! Shove it into my face hard! Use my mouth! FUCK my MOUTH! GAG ME ON COCK! I NEED IT!”

“Go on, feed the greedy little cock pig!”

Tyronne didn’t hesitate, his blunt cock pierced her lips, shoving into her mouth and pushing deep. Katie surprised herself by the noises she made at the invasion. She moaned around the cock. She sucked at the length of it, trying to pull it in deeper. She wanted to feel it fucking her mouth, using her mouth. She needed it.

Yes, because Tameesha wanted to film her acting dirty, but not just that. She was so needy to cum she wanted to act in as disgusting a manner as possible to satisfy her own craving.

Tyronne’s hands went to her pony tails, gripping them tight again. His hips started pumping, fucking his fat cock in and out of her face while Tameesha shot live action video, the camera catching the wet slurping, sucking noises of Katie’s mouth on the black cock.

“Greedy little twelve year-old cock pig! You love having your face fucked, don’t you? You love having black cock use your mouth like a cunt! Isn’t that what you are, all over? One needy, aching, wet little cunt?”

Katie squealed around the meat in her mouth, then gagged, hearing the words lash her ears. Her body recorded the feel of the words like a tongue on her hyper-excited clit. Tyronne’s balls were hitting her chin now, her throat was open, barely gagging as he shoved into her mouth, down into her throat.

“Pull out, jack off on her face. Katie, what’s the single worst word to call you? Tell us that you are that word and when you say it, say it loud. When you say it you can cum.

Katie’s mind heard the instructions. She gasped for air as the cock pulled out of her mouth. She turned her face toward the camera, now lost in the promise of being able to cum.

“I’M”

Tyronne’s cock erupted, spurting the thick white stuff on the side of her face, but she kept going.

“A”

More cum spurted, this time across her lips as she spoke. She had to speak one more word, the worst thing she could be called. The one she didn’t want to say, even to herself. She knew exactly the word.

She could feel the tension building, her entire body drum-tight, eyes wild with need.

“WHORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”

Katie screamed the word, her body releasing, shaking, convulsing, her empty, virgin cunt clamping down on itself, wetness drizzling out of her, onto the towel beneath her body.

More cum spurted, landing in her open, screaming mouth. She continued screaming until there was no breath left in her lungs, but still couldn’t stop. Her body shook, bowed up off the chair, her tummy a massive knot, breaking, splintering her emotions and thoughts.

She could feel the orgasm from her hair to her toes. Every fiber of her body was a lit fuse and it was burning toward her, igniting the powder keg within her.

Tyronne pushed his cock, still pumping cum, back into her mouth as Tameesha caught the scene of Katie cumming, cum-stained face, black cock penetrating her pink lips.

“God, this is so fucking hot! I need to cum! Ty, take the camera!”

The boy’s fat cock was withdrawn as he took the camera. Katie was rocked by aftershocks of her orgasm while the two older kids changed places.

She felt more than saw Tameesha tugging at the ropes. In her haste to get Katie free of the chair the older girl couldn’t wait to untie the tight knots. Obtaining a small knife from her desk she sawed through the ropes, finally letting Katie’s widely stretched thighs ease together. Katie moaned as the sore muscles tried to relax, in pain from the tension.

“On your knees, whore slave! You are going to make me cum now! Ty, make sure to get this! We’ll edit out what shows my face later.”

Katie could barely kneel, but had to. Tameesha used the ponytails of hair as handles, dragging her off the saturated towel, onto the floor, positioned on her knees. The older girl’s shaved cunt wet, the dark skinned inner thighs coated with the thin, precious juices of Katie’s mistress.

“You love licking cunt, to, don’t you? You love to eat cunt, have your face buried in wet, juicy pussy folds!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Katie managed to stammer out, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm, her innocent face still wearing the dripping, cooling remains of Tyronne’s cum.

“Such a helpless little cum puppy, you are only worth anything when pleasing cock or cunt, taking pain or being used, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mistress! Please let me lick your beautiful cunt! Make me lick you!” Katie was feeling stronger now, but her mind hadn’t returned to normal, couldn’t resist adding to the humiliation she felt. Having gone over the edge so far she hadn’t yet made it back to being able to fight the need to act on her worst desires. A small part of her mind cringed at hearing her self say these things, but it wasn’t in charge. The afterglow of her orgasm left her pliant, willing to do or say anything to please Tameesha or Tyronne.

Tameesha complied, yanking the smaller girl’s face into her wet cunt, moaning out loud as she felt the girl’s face against her wet, burning cunt lips, experienced the tongue that plowed into her depths.

Katie felt Tameesha yanking on the ponytails, not letting the smaller girl do the work, but merely using her face as a means of cumming. Over and over the darker girl’s wet cunt mashed against her mouth and nose. Katie kept licking, slurping at the feast of Tameesha’s juices that ran down her cheeks, dripped to her small breasts.

“Lick, little girl! Shove that whore tongue up my dripping wet fuck hole! You filthy little cunt-licker! I’m going to ride your face so hard! Fuck your face. FUCK YOUR FACE! AGGGH!”

Tameesha ground her cunt against Katie’s mouth, tongue shoved deep inside. Katie felt her mistress’ cunt squeezing the tongue, trying to milk it. The older girl’s cunt suddenly started gushing. An acrid stream of fluid sprayed over Katie’s nose, eyes, cheeks.

Tameesha shuddered, still pulling hard on Katie’s hair as she experienced a female ejaculation, the fluid of the paraurethral glands erupting on the slave girl’s face. The fluid, not entirely urine, not the same as the lubricating wetness from inside, hit Katie hard, even jetting up her nose. She coughed, blinking as some spattered into her eyes, burning. She felt it filling her mouth, unable to swallow with her tongue stuck out, some trickling down, further causing her to cough.

Tameesha released her hair, staggering back, falling to the edge of the bed, falling back on top of it. “Oh, god, didn’t know I could have one of those from cunt licking!”

Katie wondered if Tameesha had peed on her face. It smelled sort of like that. She thought she had pee in her mouth and started to spit, but then swallowed. She’d tasted the saltiness of a few drops of Tameesha’s piss before. She knew her mistress wouldn’t want to see her spit out this bounty.

She still felt the hot liquid dripping from her cheeks as she looked up, saw Tyronne with the camera. A big grin split his dark lips, white teeth shining with a glint behind the lens.