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Dancer Part 4
Cindy woke with a start, the smell of breakfast drifting into her bedroom.
She lay there a moment just letting thoughts and emotions run through her
head. As she stared at the ceiling of her attic bedroom, she took stock of
her body. She wasn't very sore, at least in most places, but she was very
thirsty, had to pee very badly and was ravenously hungry. Other then that,
she felt better then she could remember feeling in a long time.
She got up and slipped into the bathroom to pee. As she peed her bowels
cramped slightly so she started to push. Now she felt soreness. The man
who had sodimized her last night had not been gentle, as her very sore
asshole reminded her. She finished, cleaned herself, then looked over at
the pile of clothing on the floor. Shit! She'd forgotten all about it! If
Ann had seen it, and Cindy couldn't think of a way she could have missed it,
she was really going to have some explaining to do. Despite her hunger and
thirst, Cindy rushed over, grabbed the pile of clothes, and hid them where
she usually hid her panties when they were too full of cunt juice for her to
put them in the hamper. She opened the plastic bag and was greeted with the
strong smell of old sex. The clothing she held smelled of urine since she
hadn't had the time to rinse it out. Oddly, the smell sent a twinge to her
cunt and she pondered masturbating with it before going down stairs...
"Cindy," Ann's voice drifted up the stairs, "Mom made some food if you want
some."
Cindy's stomach cramped at the thought of food. She was really hungry.
"I'll be right down"
Cindy threw on a thin, loose tank top and panties and ran down stairs. Her
mother hated it when she dressed like this, but Cindy thought that was
stupid - they were all women, what difference could it make? Besides, it
was hot and they weren't allowed to use the A/C. Of late, her mother had
gotten really tight on what they spent.
When she got down the stairs, she found her sister dressed much as she was,
and her mother dressed in something that looked like a business suit. Cindy
noted that it wasn't in the greatest condition. But it was clean and not
wrinkled. She sat down and plowed her way though the eggs that someone had
put on her plate.
"Girls, I have to go out today, and I'll be gone awhile. So Ann, that
means you can't go anywhere except to Tina's house or you can play here.
Cindy, if she stays here you need to stay home. My appointment ends at 5 so
I should be home by 5:30."
This wasn't too unusual, and both the girls nodded and glanced at each
other. They had their own system of working things out when their mother
was gone. As long as Cindy knew where Ann was, she wasn't going to say
anything to their mother. Likewise, if Cindy wanted to go out and Ann was
going to stay home, she would just go. It was the girl's own responsibility
not to get caught by their mother. Their mother leaned over and gave each
girl a peck on the cheek, then rushed out the door.
Cindy busied herself eating while stealing glances at Ann as she roamed the
kitchen in search of more food. Both girls were voracious eaters and, like
most teens who were very active, never seemed to gain an ounce of weight.
She saw that Ann looked a bit more rumpled then usual. She was surprised,
as she snuck another glance at Ann, because Ann was pretty fanatical about
keeping clean. Her sister sat down with a bowl of cereal and ate. Cindy
was suddenly flooded with relief. If Ann hadn't showered, then she hadn't
seen the clothes in the bathroom! That was good news. Neither girl spoke
while eating, and Ann got up and started clearing off the table. Cindy was
still buried in her food when Ann leaned over her to pick something up.
Cindy almost moaned out loud. Ann definitely hadn't taken her shower this
morning, and she smelled like pure sex. As she leaned near her sister, the
girl's armpit was almost in Cindy's face. Cindy was engulphed by the smell
of sweat and sex. Ann leaned back, apparently oblivious to the effect she
was having on her sister.
Ann was anything but oblivious. She was doing this on purpose. She knew
how she smelled and while she knew that her sister was totally concentrating
on breakfast, it excited her to expose her arousal to her sister. Not that
Ann thought for a second that Cindy would take anything but passing notice.
Unlike Cindy, when Ann had gotten up she was still in a very horny mood.
Normally a very fastidious child, this morning she had skipped her morning
shower because she wanted to feel very dirty. Her lust was overcoming her
usual caution, since she had never before let her sister even vaguely sense
how horny she was or how much Cindy turned her on. Ann continued to putter
around the kitchen, drinking in the sight of her scantily clad sister. She
hoped that she would be as beautiful as Cindy when she got older. She
looked so sexy sitting there in her tank top and panties. Her red-gold hair
splashed against the pale, slightly freckled skin of her lean dancer's body.
Ann longed to run her tongue up those strong legs, or to take and clean
her bare feet with her tongue. She noticed that Cindy was also watching her
and wondered why. Most likely she was wondering why Ann smelled so strong.
Ann risked another glance at her sister and noticed that her nipples were
pressing against her tank top. They were dark enough that she could almost
see them against the white cloth.
Ann had enough. She had to get out of here. She had hoped to find out if
Cindy was staying home or not, but she was going crazy with both her lust
and her need to hide it. She started to leave the kitchen.
"Ann, what were you planning for today?" came Cindy's voice.
Ann had come up with a number of plans this morning while laying in bed and
gently teasing her slit, but she didn't think it would be a good idea to
tell her sister what they were. Instead, she opted for a somewhat
non-committal answer.
"I'm not sure. I might stay home, but I haven't spoken to Tina yet. How
about you?"
Cindy wanted to go down to the small mall that they had in town. She
couldn't afford to buy anything, but she needed to think about what had
happened yesterday, and at least the mall had air conditioning.
Cindy studied her sister before answering. She couldn't believe how much
she wanted the girl to have sex with her. Ann's strong scent this morning
had quickly aroused her own lust and she was already forming fantasies in
her mind of Ann forcing her to eat her cunt, and suck her ass - just as the
woman had made her do last night. She knew Ann could see her hard nipples
through the tank top, but she didn't think the girl would notice.
Certainly, Ann wouldn't notice the rather large wet spot in her panties.
"I might head to the mall for a while. I don't have any money, but at
least it'll be cool there."
"OK - We should be back though, before Mom gets home."
"Yeah. Let's make it for around four thirty."
"OK."
Ann left and went to go upstairs. Cindy made sure she heard her sister get
to the top of the stairs and then stuck her hand down her panties, quickly
frigging her wet slit. It didn't take her long to orgasm and she removed
her hand from her still sore cunt lips. She brought it to her face and
thoroughly licked off the whitish juice that stuck to her fingers. Sighing,
she cleaned up the rest of the table and headed upstairs herself.
Ann, meanwhile, had already formulated a plan for the day. Since she had
gotten up much earlier then Cindy, some of her toys were already in place.
But to carry off what she wanted to do, she needed Cindy gone and it looked
like that would happen now. Ann looked at the small bucket that she had
modified and tested the hose. It looked like it would work.
When she awoke this morning, last night's activities were firmly planted in
her mind. She felt the most sexy and ... slutty, when she was dirty and
turned on. She remembered how hard she had come last night with the panties
she had stuffed in her mouth. It was the taste of the urine that had done
it. While faint, it still had shot her into orbit. So she had devised a
plan to add it into her games. That her mother and sister were going out
was a fortuitous circumstance and she would get to try this sooner rather
then later. She had decided that she was going to force herself to drink
her own urine just before she came. Since last night, involving piss with
sex was all she could think about. As usual, she wanted to have it 'forced'
on her so that once she started, she had to finish. How to actually set
that up was something she had worked out while laying in bed this morning.
Anal play was also something she wanted to try today, although she didn't
know quite what she wanted to do with that.
Ann had found an old beach bucket and made a hole in it. Then, using some
five minute epoxy, she had glued a tube in the hole. She got a strong
clothes pin to close the hose with. She still had to test it, but she
thought it would work. Her plan was to fill the bucket (as much as she
could, anyway) with her piss, after closing the hose with the clothespin.
She could then hang it up over herself and hold the tube in her mouth. She
could use a plant hanger in the living room to hang the bucket out of reach
so that if she didn't drink the piss (something she wasn't sure she could
do), it would get all over everything and she'd have to find a way to clean
it up - which would be difficult to do.
She also wanted something to fuck her ass with, and she planned to use the
vibrator for that. The rest of the gear included some rope to tie herself
with, a banana, two belts and the two strong clothes pins she rarely used
for her nipples. The final thing to make her plan work was a pair of
hand-cuffs that she had found at an army navy store a few weeks ago. The
girl behind the counter looked at her funny when she bought them, but much
of her reading had indicated that there were lots of things that could be
done with them. The rest of the plan was complex, but she thought she could
do it.
Unaware of the perverse way her sister planned to abuse herself, Cindy's
thoughts were on what she should do about what happened last night. Maybe
they would be satisfied with what they'd done to her and she'd never see
them again. She hoped that that wouldn't be the case, because she really
wanted them to use her again. But she knew that as adults, they had to be
somewhat nervous because she was really underage. She sighed as she opened
the door and walked into her room. Closing the door and walking toward her
bed she stopped dead in shock. There was a package on her bed with a brown
envelope on it. Hands shaking, she picked up the envelope and opened it.
There were several things inside, one being a small white envelope. She
pulled this out first and saw that it had one word on it: Slut. Her
breathing increased as she turned it over and opened it. Pulling out the
paper she rapidly read it.
--==--
Slut,
As you can see, we can get anywhere with ease. Remember that. Open the
box and take everything out. You will wear only the items in the box. Then
you will walk to the mall and stay there until 3pm. If you aren't there by
11 you will add to your punishments. You may not remove any of the items
for any reason AT ALL until you return home.
--==--
Cindy looked back in the bigger envelope, saw more items in it and dumped
them out. The first was a small roll of... money! Counting it she saw that
it was fifty dollars. That was a lot of money! The other item caused her
to freeze when she saw it. It was a picture, her face clearly showing, with
her tongue pushed into the woman's asshole. She didn't remember anyone
taking pictures, but obviously someone had. She just sat and stared at it.
Her hands were still shaking when she finally looked at the clock, noting
that it was after 10. Shit! It would take a half hour to walk there! She
really had to get moving or who knew what they'd do to her.
Quickly she opened the box and looked inside. There was some clothing, a
pair of high heels and something else. Taking it out she looked at it in
puzzlement. A small piece of paper caught her eye and she opened it. It
had clear instructions on what to do with the thing in her hand.
It was a very tiny thong, black and metallic looking. Attached to it was a
large dildo that had silver dots all over it. The paper indicated that the
dildo was to be inserted in her ass (it read "ensure that you put this
entirely in your ass, slut") and it was apparently held in by the panties.
She gulped as she looked at it. She didn't think it would fit, even after
her stretching last night. Not to mention the fact that her asshole was
still sore. Glancing up at the clock she realized that she really didn't
have a lot of time. There was a small jar of lubricant in the box. She
opened it and smeared it onto the dildo. Stepping into the panties, she
brought the huge thing close to her rear hole then started pushing it in.
Despite it's length (Trent had made the thing as long as his own cock), the
tip was pretty small. But it rapidly got thicker until close to the base it
was very thick, then narrowed a bit. Cindy knew a butt plug when she saw
one. Many of the stories she read had them described quite well. Wincing,
she pushed the blunt tip slightly inside herself. Sliding inch after inch
into her sore asshole caused her to whimper quietly. She couldn't actually
insert it all at once, and had to literally fuck her self with it to make it
fit. Once in, her hole forced wide open, she could feel the invader deep in
her body. She had no idea how she was going to be able to walk to the mall
with this log up her ass.
Finally it was in and she found that the panty material, while it looked
somewhat rough and metallic, was actually quite smooth and flexible. It
quickly molded itself to her pussy, sliding deeply into the wet folds. She
stood, feeling her entire crotch grow warm and comfortable. The fabric
seemed to mold itself to her sex, gently gripping and massaging it. Her ass
hurt though, quite a bit. Taking out the rest of the clothes, she saw that
she had been given a thin, plain, faded green dress. She put it on to find
that the fabric hugged every curve like a second skin. It had cut outs that
showed her entire belly and parts of her back and it came to slightly above
mid thigh.
She finally pulled out the heels noting another piece of paper stuck in
them.
It read: "Good sluts know how to do everything in very high heels. Get a
lot of practice since you'll be wearing them to the last dance class this
Thursday."
She put on the heels finding them comfortable, but far higher then anything
she had ever worn. She wobbled a bit as she took her first few steps but
quickly caught her balance. She realized that the dildo was going to give
her more problems then the heels. Grabbing a small purse, she put the money
in it and walked carefully down the stairs. When she got to the bottom, she
yelled up at Ann.
"Ann, I'm leaving and I won't be back until 4pm at the earliest."
There was a muffled response that Cindy took as a positive and she turned
and left the house.
~~**~~
Helen was nervous, to say the very least. She sat in the plush waiting
room waiting her interview and worried. Her kids didn't know it, because
she didn't want to burden Cindy and Ann with adult responsibilities, but
they were in bad financial shape. Damn her ex! The lousy bastard had for
years demanded sex all the time and then left her! The worst was, the
courts had sided with him! She had done her wifely duties, she'd given him
two children, hadn't she? But in the end he left, then had to go and get
himself killed on his honeymoon with his new wife. So there went all the
support payments. There was money in trust for the girls from his
insurance, but it was set up so that they could only use it for collage.
Plus they wouldn't even get the bulk of it until they were 21. She'd spent
almost her last dime on lawyers trying to break that cash free, but it was a
no-go. And now, mostly skill-less, she had to try and find enough work to
make ends meet. The one job she had wasn't enough, and she didn't have
enough skills to find a higher paying job. Damn that bastard!
The door to the inner office opened and a stunningly beautiful redhead
walked out. Normally, she would have hated the woman on sight, flaunting
her body like that, dressed in those clothes. This time, she wasn't even
thinking about that. She really needed the job. Besides, the woman had
been very nice to her. In fact, it was this woman who, even though she
barely knew Helen, had suggested that she might find work here. Last night
when Helen had gone out, something she still didn't understand why she had
done, on her way home she'd stopped for some milk. While talking to her
friend who was working the register, she had mentioned that she really
needed a good paying job. The woman, Erin, had excused herself for
eavesdropping and given Helen her card. Then had called her to come in this
morning for an interview. Helen still didn't really have any idea what the
job was for. But if they paid well enough and had flexible hours, she'd do
it.
"Hi, Helen," said erin as she offered her hand. "Trent is ready to see you
now. Please, go on in."
"Thank you, Erin," replied Helen as she got up to walk through the doors.
Trent sat behind his desk waiting for Helen to enter. He already knew that
there was no place in his company for her. While it was true that he was
immensely powerful, it was also true that his company was real, and that it
created very real, very high tech software and hardware. Most of which
wouldn't be released to the public for at least a few years.
Trent had spent the morning monitoring Cindy and Ann's thoughts and
feelings. It had been no effort to 'shift' the box over to her room. He
planned to monitor both girls today while their mother was here and send
choice parts to erin for her excitement. In fact, before she had left to
get Helen, he had been fucking her mouth while he sent her the thoughts and
feelings that Cindy and Ann had had during breakfast. As well trained as
she was, it was always pleasant to use erin.
He had decided to locate Helen after sexually abusing her daughter to find
out information from her things that Cindy couldn't know. He was amused, as
Helen had some very interesting delusions. One of those was how well she
treated her ex-husband. Trent believed, from watching Helen's memories,
that the man had truly loved her, but after years of sexual denial, he
couldn't take it and left her. After the birth of Ann, she'd never had sex
with him again, and he'd still stayed with her for 4 years. When he left
her, she'd demanded the kids and gotten them. Trent thought that odd, but
perhaps he'd intended to get them back after he and his new wife got
settled. His death would have cut that short. Helen wasn't an unpleasant
woman, for the most part, but she truly hated sex. Interesting, since both
of her girls could be termed sexual prodigies. Perhaps they had gotten that
from their father. If that was the case, and he'd had the type of sex drive
that they did, it was a wonder that he'd even married Helen.
Trent continued scanning the woman as she nervously walked in and sat down.
The physical scan showed that she literally didn't have the mental
connections to enjoy sex. Many of the nerves that carried sexual impulses
in her didn't work, or weren't there. Odd. If it weren't for the fact that
Trent enjoyed playing with humans, he would have just taken the girls and
been done with it. But, like humans with computer games, he mostly enjoyed
playing by the 'rules'. When it suited him. Like many humans, he also had
all the cheat codes for this game.
"Helen, nice to meet you," he said as he stood up.
"Thank you, Mr..."
"Just call me Trent. Most of my employees do and it's easier that way."
Trent was bored with her already. So, he simply gave her the memory of how
the interview went, and zoned her out in the chair. erin appeared at the
doorway.
"Master? That was fast."
"The woman holds no interest for me at all. She is of very average
intelligence, physically average and sexually stunted. Not to mention
having a boring personality. But, since we want time with Cindy and Ann
here's what we'll do..."
While continuing with his explanation to erin, he went back to monitoring
the girls.
~~*~~
Helen couldn't believe how the interview was going. It looked like he
might actually offer her a job. Trent looked up from a file.
"I notice that it says you have a family."
Helen started to get nervous. Companies often didn't understand family
obligations and she did try to be a good mother.
"Yes. I have two girls"
"Ah," he smiled, "That's nice. Well, we are very family oriented here.
Let me offer you a proposition. We will hire you here as an assistant at a
salary of 30,000 a year. If, however, you decide to, there is a test you
could take for other, more technical positions in the company. If you show
an aptitude for something, we'll train you, then give you a new position -
and a pay raise that goes with it. You could earn three times what our
original offer is for. Would you care to take some of the tests?"
Helen was somewhat overwhelmed. She knew that she had no technical
knowledge. But since Trent explained that the tests were for aptitude only
and that training would be provided, Helen agreed to take the tests. Even
if she only stayed an assistant, she'd be able to pay her bills, since this
was close to three times what she was currently making!
Since none of this was really happening, it was pre-determined that she
would, indeed have an aptitude for something...
~~*~~
Ann heard her sister preparing to leave. Normally she would have spied on
her, but at the moment, she was too preoccupied. She was finishing her
plans on how she would spend the day. Not that she could concentrate too
hard, between her extreme horneyness and the fact that she really had to
pee, she was in a bad way. But she knew that if she could wait and see if
Cindy was leaving, she could figure out how to relieve her urges.
Ten minutes later, Cindy announced that she was going to the mall and
wouldn't be back 'till four! This was great! Ann was so excited that she
actually peed a little in her already cum soaked panties.
The eleven year old sat on her bed rubbing her cunt through her panties.
She was really looking forward to this. First, she removed her top and
started rubbing her stiff little nipples. As her lust deepened, she craved
more pain and more depravity. She reached into her panties and slid a
finger over her lips. She had never been this wet before and her fingers
were coated in a short time. She brought them to her face and smeared the
liquid all over her face and mouth, repeating the action until she realized
that if she didn't pee soon, she was going to piss her panties.
Ann ducked into the bathroom with the bucket, attached the clothes pin to
the hose and filled the bucket with water. It held. That was good, so she
emptied the bucket, went to her room and gathered up her stuff to go
downstairs. Before going down, she attached a clothes pin to each nipple.
These were the strong ones and they hurt more then she remembered. She
squeaked while putting them on and more piss dribbled out of her very full
bladder to soak her panties. Then she went downstairs, the pins bouncing
and pulling on her sensitive nipples. When she got down there, she set
everything down, sweating from both the heat and excitement. She attached a
string to the clip that she was going to close the hose off with, then she
attached the key to the handcuffs about an inch further down on the string.
Next, she pulled off her panties, and squatted holding the bucket. She
groaned in relief as the dark yellow urine spurted from her body. She
didn't fill the bucket, but there was a fair amount - far more then she
would willingly choose to drink her first time. Out of reflex, she looked
around for something to wipe her sex with, then smiled and didn't worry
about it. If she was going to drink piss, what did it matter if some was
left on her cunt?
Getting a chair, she attached some rope to the plant hanger, then attached
the bucket to the rope so that it hung at the correct height. Now it was
time to prepare herself. She started fingering her clit. It was swollen
and poking from it's hood. As her pleasure increased, she opened the clips
and removed them from her nipples. This brought tears to her eyes, but her
nipples were starting to go numb, and she didn't want that to happen. Next,
she picked up the wide cloth belt that she'd found in her closet. Earlier,
Ann had attached loops of strong string to the sides and back so that she
could tie things to it. The belt was a little too small for her, which made
it ideal. Sucking in her breath she tightened it as much as she could, then
let out her breath. It was really constricting her belly and she loved the
feel. She ducked into the kitchen to get a shallow mixing bowl and set it
with her other toys.
Looking around she located the furniture that she was going to attach her
ropes to and did so. She could run a loop around several pieces and attach
one end to her knees, and the other, after pulling hard to keep her legs
spread, to the loops in the belt. Another rope was attached so that she
could tie one hand to it. A final rope was attached to the handcuffs so
that her final hand could be immobilized... more or less.
Most everything was ready. So she started to arouse her self again. Her
crotch was soaked with cunt juice and when she was ready, she decided to use
the vibrator on her asshole. A wooden chair helped with this. She held the
vibrator in place and pushed the head of it slightly inside her asshole.
Her cunt juice was the only lubricant, but there was plenty of that. As
soon as it was lodged somewhat firmly, she started using the thin leather
belt to lightly hit her thighs. Ann frowned, because it didn't hurt very
much. She did it again, harder. The slight sting spread out and fanned her
lust. Harder again, and closer to her bald cunt. Mmmmm. Better. Again,
this time directly on her cunt lips. She yelped, the pain and pleasure a
surprise, and sunk down on the vibrator more. Ann groaned. This was what
she wanted. She slapped the belt against her cunt again, then hit her
sensitive nipples. This was heaven. She continued to whip herself as she
slowly sank down onto the vibrator. It was quite uncomfortable, but Ann
didn't care. Soon, her asshole had stretched to swallowed the entire length
of plastic. Ann was rocking her hips into the slap of the leather between
her widespread legs. She was getting close.
She hooked another rope at the back of her belt and pulled it between her
legs, standing a little to do it. This caused the vibrator to slide most of
the way out, and she could see the white plastic now had dark streaks. She
moaned out loud as she realized how disgusting she was being and pushed it
back inside, pulling the rope over it and trapping it in her dark hole. The
waist belt was making it hard to breath, but Ann didn't care. The eleven
year old was dizzy with lust. Next she peeled the banana and began to feed
it into her smooth cunt. The banana was mostly firm, but even as lubed as
she was, her cunt was tight and it was hard to get all the way in. She
ended up breaking off a piece because it was a deep as it would go, and
popping it into her mouth. Now she pulled the rope through her crotch and
attached it to the front of the belt, pulling it tight so that it would rub
her clit. A few more slaps of the belt on her reddened chest sent shocks of
pain and lust through her.
Ann finally got onto the floor and laid down on an old towel that she put
under her hips. Just the movement caused the rope to rasp over her
delicate, swollen clit. She could have cum from that but was determined to
stick to the plan. No cuming until her mouth was full of urine. Grabbing
one end of the previously laid out ropes, she looped the ends loosely around
each knee. It took a bit of shifting, which caused her to moan from the
many sensations she was inflicting on herself, to get into position. Then
she tied her ankles to her thighs. Grabbing the clothes pins, she put them
back on her nipples, this time crying out because it really hurt.
After much squirming, she was finished and she lay there panting. Her legs
were now very widely spread and tied to her belt. This tightened the belt
even more and made it really cut into her belly. Her left arm was attached
to another loop and stretched out and up. She had tied the end of the
string holding the clip on the tube to her right wrist so that when she
pulled the clip off, she could retrieve the handcuff key. Now all she had
to do was lock her hand in the cuff. There was enough slack that she could
reach and unlock the other side of the cuff from the loop in the rope that
held it. Ann found herself wishing she had someone to tie her like this so
she could really be helpless. She ground her hips causing the crotch rope
to rub her and imagined a figure standing over her whipping her to an
orgasm. It was too much and she quickly locked her right hand into the
cuff. Now her only way out was to pull off the clip that was keeping her
urine in the bucket. She would then have the choice of drinking her own
piss, or letting it get all over the rug. She knew that she would have to
drink it, or her mother and sister would find out what a disgusting pervert
she was. Ann groaned around the tube, wishing it was Cindy's cunt she was
sucking.
Ann continued with her fantasies, rotating her hips and grinding the crotch
rope into her clit. She could feel the vibrator shifting in her ass, making
it feel like she had to take a shit. Her breathing increased, she
absolutely loved the feel of the belt cutting into her skin. Her nipples
were sending fiery shoots of pain through her body and she could feel the
banana in her cunt starting to turn to mush. It was time.
She stated to pull on the string to remove the clip and almost pulled the
tube out of her mouth. That was bad. Taking a grip on the tube with her
teeth, she tugged a little harder praying that the glue would hold. It did
and the clip started to come off. Ann closed her eyes and started shifting
her hips more rapidly. Her orgasm was approaching when she felt the clip
come free. Shortly her mouth began to fill with her own luke warm urine.
Ann was moaning and panting through her nose. She was now completely gone
in her own little world - the pain that she had inflicted on her self, the
depravity of drinking piss and the constant rubbing of the rope on her clit
shot her to the hardest orgasm she had ever had. She made muffled moans and
grunts as she actually sucked the salty, metallic tasting liquid into her
mouth, letting it fill before swallowing. As she came, she lost count of
the number of orgasms she had and lay there sucking on the tube until the
last of the piss rested in her belly.
Ann lay there panting through her nose, all the little pains that she'd
been too excited to notice coming to her attention. She spat out the tube
and took stock. She hurt, especially her nipples which had started to ache
badly. Her cunt was burning and she could feel that the banana inside her
was mostly mush. She didn't think that too much had dribbled out, but her
crotch felt really soaked, almost like she had pissed herself. She didn't
think she had, but she knew that she had been far gone when she came.
Grabbing the string with her hand she drew the handcuff key into her hand
and started to release herself.
It didn't take her too long and she realized that she was still very horny.
Her crotch was soaked and sticky with banana and her own juices, and she
noted that the towel was quite wet, almost as if she had peed when she came.
The only thing she could smell was her own scent and banana. The rope
still dug deep into her cunt and the belt still restricted her breathing.
Her nipples were on fire and throbbing from both the clothes pins and the
whipping she'd given them.
Ann pulled the bowl that she'd gotten earlier over to the towel and knelt
over it. Taking the leather belt she'd been using for a whip, she started
to slap it against her ass, reveling in the sting as she ground the rope
harder into her crotch. She once again closed her eyes, enjoying the after
taste of the urine that she'd drunk. Just thinking about how she'd managed
to force herself to drink it pushed her even closer to orgasm. Finally, as
she was nearing another climax, she untied the crotch rope and squatted over
the bowl. The vibrator was pushed out of her tight asshole and dropped into
the bowl, soon followed by globs of the mashed banana as it slid from her
cunt.
Ann was deep in her fantasy again. Now she was being tortured by someone,
she didn't know who. They were whipping her ass and were going to force her
to eat the banana from the bowl. That the soiled vibrator was also in there
only added to her self inflicted humiliation and she rapidly frigged her
clit as she got down on her hands and knees to begin eating the sticky mess
from the bowl. Her 'captors' warned her that she would get nothing else to
eat until she finished her 'food' in the bowl. Ann stuck out her tongue and
started to scoop up the cunt slimed pieces of banana from the shallow bowl,
knowing as she did, she would be unable to avoid the filthy vibrator while
she ate her meal. Ann wasn't 'allowed' use her hands, so she licked and
sucked the slime cloated mush, getting it all over her face and mouth. The
smell from the vibrator wasn't as strong as the banana smell, but it was
still there. She could hear her 'captors' explaining to her that they were
going to ass fuck her when she finished eating. Ann was totally lost in her
fantasy world, her hand roughly rubbing her aching clit. Finally she
finished her banana and licked the bowl, avoiding the vibrator as much as
she could, and allowed herself to cum.
It was another strong cum, fueled by her perverse fantasy. She could feel
her vagina contracting and pulsing to the rhythm of her orgasm, and faintly
realized that her hand was getting soaked by something. She collapsed onto
her side, panting in shallow breaths, her body was wet with sweat and her
face and cunt wet and sticky. She lay there recovering wondering what she
would do next to ease the ache of lust she could still feel in her body.
~~*~~
Cindy was less then ten minutes into her walk when she realized that she
might not make it on time. She didn't know if they would be waiting for
her, but the constant movement of her hips as she tried to find a way to
walk gracefully in the heels was causing her both pain and great arousal.
The large plug that was so deep in her bowels pulled and moved and stretched
her sore asshole. Cindy, of course, got off on the pain, but added to that
was the thong she was wearing. It felt like the material had sunk deeply
into the folds of her cunt and was gently massaging and rubbing her sex.
Her clit was hard and swollen and the material seemed to cling to it - it
also felt a little more rough there then it felt in other places - or
perhaps she was just more sensitive there. As she walked, she could feel
her sex getting soaked with her arousal. She hoped that it wouldn't stain
the dress when she sat down.
Cindy arrived at the modest mall at 3 minutes after eleven. She was
sweating both from the heat and the two orgasms that she'd had.
Frantically, she looked around, oblivious to the stares that her beautiful
form was getting. Her red-gold hair was somewhat wild from the heat and
humidity and her skin was flushed from her orgasms. Her nipples, hard from
her arousal and the sudden drop in temperature added a crowning touch to her
slim, sexy form.
Cindy didn't see either the man or the woman in the main entrance area and
wondered if they had left. Of course, the note didn't say that they were
even going to be there, but she thought that they might be. Cindy needed to
sit down. She was thirsty, hot and sore. Also, she was still quite aroused
and finally noticed that her dress did nothing to hide her form, and, in
fact, did quite a lot to make people notice it. She noticed the looks she
was getting, especially from some of the teen boys, and decided to go to the
small food court and sit down.
She got there and ordered a coke while trying to ignore the leers from the
grizzled man behind the counter. She found a table and sat down to rest her
tired legs. She was not used to heels this high and her legs hurt a lot.
Sitting down had it's own issues. The dildo was driven deeper into her ass
and the panties, now completely coated with her sex juices, slide over her
swollen lips. She shuddered from the mixture of the pain and pleasure and
wondered why she was here.
She sat for about twenty minutes before the first teen boy decided to try
his luck. It was well known at school that Cindy wasn't allowed to date,
but her looks kept the guys trying. She was used to giving a polite brush
off. Even if she was allowed to date, it was unlikely that the boys that
wanted her would be able to treat her as the man and woman had. And that
was what she craved - the submission and abuse were like drugs to her.
Still, there was no way she could sit there, looking like she did, without
attracting some attention. She blinked in surprise as a somewhat scruffy
boy maybe a few years older then her sat down across from her.
"Hey," he said.
Cindy just looked at him. For once she was at a loss, unprepared to deal
with the attention that she rarely got now-a-days.
"There's a good movie playin'. I thought that maybe you'd wanna see it
with me."
The self assured asshole, thought Cindy. She saw him looking over at his
friends and winking. She wondered if this approach had ever won him a date.
Trying to be polite she said, "No, thank you."
He frowned at her a bit. "What'sa matter? You too good to go out with
me?" His voice sounded offended in a mocking sort of way.
"I'm not allowed to date. But thank you anyway."
"Shit. You walk in here looking like that, and then give me a brush off?"
Cindy blushed and said nothing.
The boy sensed that he had scored in some way and leaned in to press his
point.
"Take off asshole," said a voice.
Cindy looked up in surprise. The boy stood up and turned around. Then,
with out saying a word he left. The woman sat down and Cindy looked up.
"You were late."
"I...I'm sorry ma'am, I.."
"Quiet, slut. Not only were you late, but we try to give you time to have
some fun with yourself and you get right into trouble."
"But, I... he"
"Don't interrupt me again. Remember that we have others that we can choose
from if you don't obey."
Cindy immediately stopped talking.
"Understand this: You are our property. You will do what we say, when we
say to do it or face the consequences. But, you are NEVER to allow anyone
else to treat you badly under any circumstances unless we have sanctioned
it. Do you understand?"
Cindy nodded.
"No one may use or abuse our property without our permission. Conversely,
you can, and will, take abuse from anyone we give you to. Now," she tossed
something across the table at her, "put those on."
They were a set of thin, flat bracelets made of a dark metal. Cindy put
one on each wrist.
"You won't be able to get those off until you get home. And you'll find
that keeping your hands well away from that slut cunt of your's a good idea.
You're supposed to be learning how not to look like a stumbling fool while
in those heels. You can't do that sitting down, so get up and follow me."
One thing that Cindy was discovering, this woman could humiliate her easily
just by making it seem like she'd disobeyed. She never sounded angry as her
sexy, slightly husky voice spoke to her, but her disappointment was evident.
The two got up from the table and started to walk away. But the boy who
had been dismissed by erin had gotten his courage back and stood to confront
them. One thing that erin had learned over the years was that Trent did NOT
like to have his toys played with without his permission. Many of the
changes he'd made in her body that allowed her to withstand the extreme
tortures that he put her through, had other uses as well. erin was
incredibly strong, quick and flexible.
"Yo," he said as they approached, "like you bitches together or somethin'?
Like maybe a couple of lezzies?" He turned and grinned at his friends.
erin motioned for Cindy to stay were she was and approached the boy.
"So," she said," what do you want, hmmm little boy? Do you think you could
handle us both?" She reached down with lighting speed and grabbed his
crotch. "I don't think this package would be enough though, especially if I
keep squeezing."
The boy's eyes went wide and he grabbed her hand in an effort to remove it.
She wasn't squeezing too hard yet, but when he tried to loosen her grip,
it was like wrapping his hands around a piece of steel.
"Now, shall I keep squeezing or are you going to stop bothering us?" said
erin tightening her grip a little more.
"Ow, OW shit lady, wadda ya doing? Yea, yea, OK you got it!"
erin smiled sweetly as she let go. "Thank you." Turning to Cindy she
said, "Come along now."
Cindy followed her to the main hall. As they walked she realized that she
had to piss. Her crotch felt like it was floating in her fluids and her
asshole was really sore. She figured that she could take a piss and clean
up a bit.
"Um.. I have to use the bathroom," she said as they passed the restrooms.
erin smiled at her and motioned for her to go ahead.
Cindy ducked into a stall, pulled up her dress and reached for her panties.
A shock ripped through her body as her hand approached them causing her to
double over in real pain.
"Owww SHIT!"
"See dear?" came the woman's voice from outside the stall. "I told you to
keep your hands away from that slut cunt of yours, but you didn't listen."
Cindy leaned against the stall panting.
"But I have to pull them down to use the toilet."
"Well, I doubt that you'll be taking a shit with that plug stuffed in your
asshole. You were told not to remove any of the clothing while you were
here. If you have to piss, then I suggest that you just sit down and do
it."
Cindy's bladder was quite full. She knew that she'd never be able to hold
it until she went home at three. She sat down on the seat and spread her
legs. When she let go, she could feel the piss build up underneath the
panties, then slowly start to dribble out. She'd never pissed her pants
before and found the feeling somewhat erotic.
"Is my little girl having fun peeing her panties?" came erin's voice.
Cindy was mortified. This was a public restroom! What would happen if
someone overheard?
"Answer me, dear."
"Ye..yes ma'am"
erin sighed. "So much to learn. The correct answer is 'Yes, I like
pissing my panties like a little girl.'"
"Yes, I like pissing my panties like a little girl," said Cindy in a low
voice.
"Louder. You have to be proud of being a perverted little slut. If you
don't say it loud enough this time, I'm going to pull your ass out of there
and spank you right here"
"Yes, I like pissing my panties like a little girl," said Cindy in a loud,
clear voice.
Being treated like this was turning the girl on. Feelings of lust were
coiling in her belly and sinking into her pussy. Unthinkingly, she grabbed
some toilet paper and let out a yell as her hand came close to her soaked
crotch. She heard the woman snickering and saying something about a bad
memory. Cindy gave up and left the stall, some of the warm piss still
trapped in her panties oozing out and wetting her thighs.
erin looked at the girl with a grin on her face. Trent had foreseen that,
looking like she did, Cindy would have a problem just hanging around the
mall for the afternoon without getting into trouble. So he'd sent erin down
there with instructions to play with their toy.
"Hike up your dress, slut so I can clean you a little." Cindy complied and
erin dabbed the child's excited cunt and thighs with a small cloth from her
bag. The faint smell of piss was now mixed with the very strong smell that
told of Cindy's arousal. "Now, we have some errands to run, then we'll go do
some shopping. Come along," said erin, holding out her hand.
End Part 4
I am finishing up the editing for the next part. I'll post that when I'm
finished. Again, if you liked it, please let me know.
Thanks
~Pen~
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