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ENDURING SACRIFICE 3 of 3 (Mf, cons, young teen)
BY SADISTIC WRITER
[ part 3 ]
Melissa held the suit bag and makeup case as Mommy Karla opened the door
to the hotel room. She was dressed in "school" clothes, as she did on the
few occasions she was taken anywhere. When Karla got the door open she held
it open to let Melissa in behind her.
The room was a suite, with separate bedroom. There was a small sitting area
and a kitchenette here in the space they had entered. Melissa could see a
king-size bed through the open doorway to the bedroom. Melissa set the makeup
case on the desk and took the suit bag into the bedroom.
She had been rented out before to people trusted by the Friends. These were
always adults, though, who knew what they wanted from her and weren't shy
about getting it. Standing here, in the bedroom, she wondered if she could
handle something so different.
The Doctor had said she might have to coax the boy coming here. She might
have to make him want her. It had seemed easy enough to think of at home,
but here she stood closer to the reality of it. It was like thinking you
knew all the words on a spelling test, then getting nervous right before
you took it.
"Okay, slut, strip off. I want to do your hair and put the mask on." Karla
said. Mommy Karla had been calmer today. She hadn't been any kinder toward
Melissa, but not as close to striking her.
Melissa took off her shoes and socks and then unbuttoned her blouse. As she
removed her clothes she placed them in the closet. She would need to put
them on again when she left. The skirt came off next, leaving her standing
in just the black thong.
"Get me the hairbrush and sit in this chair." Karla said. Melissa opened
the case and took out the hairbrush setting aside the two masks they would
wear tonight. She brought the brush back to Karla and took the chair seated
in front of the mirror. "The Doc wants you to look nice, but simple, so that's
what I'll do. Not sure why I'm bothering, though. All this boy will want
to see are your tits, ass and cunt."
Gerald would want to see more. Melissa thought, keeping her face neutral,
not betraying her thoughts. She didn't have it easy, keeping her thoughts
hidden. With Karla, though, showing your thoughts would be asking to be hurt.
Last night, listening to the music until she fell asleep, she had fantasized
about being at the dance with Gerald. Standing close to him, looking up into
his eyes, feeling his arms around her. She remembered the Doctor's promise.
If she did well tonight he would see to it that she got to a dance.
There was a knock at the door. Mommy Karla put the brush down and went to
the door, checking through the peephole before letting Paul in. He carried
the portable stereo. Melissa had made sure the CD the Doctor gave her last
night was in it before they came to the hotel.
"Where do you want this?" Paul asked.
"Put it in the bedroom. I'm sure tonight's Romeo is going to want his slut
in there most of the night." Karla said.
Paul carried the stereo into the bedroom, emerging a few minutes later as
Karla was putting the hair band into Melissa's hair, holding it in a high
ponytail.
"Well, well, aren't you looking all hot, dolled up for your big date?" Paul
said. He walked over to Melissa, putting one of his big hands on her right
breast. His fingers started stroking over her nipples.
Melissa felt the sensation force a stirring in her body. For nearly two years
she had been the subject of daily sexual abuse from Paul, Karla or one of
the Friends. After only a week of not being forced to arousal every day her
body was responding rapidly, strongly. Even as her pussy started becoming
moist, she blushed. She felt humiliation at reacting to this man, the one
who had stolen her from her real family and now made her call him Daddy.
"Save it, tiger. You know she is still off-limits until her date is over.
After last night I would have thought you'd be wanting some time off, anyway."
Karla said. Melissa felt the older woman gripping her ponytail hard, twisting.
She winced, but remained silent.
"Yeah, we did go at it pretty hard last night. I'm just feeling the need,
though, bad." Paul said as his caresses to her nipple turned to pinching.
Melissa squirmed as the pinching made her rising arousal even worse.
"Damn it, Paul! Just hold off for a few more hours! You promised me. You
promised the Doc. You know how close you were to being caught! After all
I have done for you!" Karla let go of Melissa, pulling Paul's hand from the
girl's body, clasping it between both of hers. "I helped you get this slut.
I gave up my life, my work, my family, to be with you. I even gave you my
own sister!"
Paul pulled his hand from Karla's, turning away. "You don't understand what
it is like!"
Karla had tears falling down her cheeks. "Paul, call the Doc and tell him
to call this off. Then you can do whatever you want to with this one."
"NO! He's got a hard on for getting this done and it's gonna happen. If I
call it off he'll take it out on us! He knows we can't turn to anybody else!"
Paul said. "I'll just deal with it. It's just a few hours."
"Promise me, Paul. Promise me that you won't. Just stay here, in the bar
downstairs." Karl said. She fell on her knees, looking up at him. "Please,
honey, please. If you get caught they will take you away from me. I can't
live without you. I don't want to!"
Paul drew in a breath, sighing, his shoulders slumping. "Okay, I promise.
I'll be a good boy. I'll stay in the hotel until you get done up here. Have
the hotel page me in the bar or lobby."
"Thank you, Paul. You know I would do anything for you."
"Just make sure the little cunt here makes the boy happy. Real happy. Doc
is gonna owe us big time for pulling this off and I'm gonna make sure we
collect." Paul said. He pulled Karla to her feet, hugging her close, then
kissing her. She walked him to the door and let him out.
Turning back to the room, Karla looked at Melissa, who lowered her eyes,
reflexively.
"What are you staring at, slut? Do you see what we put up with? It's your
fault! You and all your little slut friends! You make him be like this!"
Melissa had heard this from Karla before. In the first few days after they
had kidnapped her Karla had said it to her often. She still didn't know what
it was that she had done to make Paul 'like this'. It didn't help to deny
it, or ask what she had done.
Karla went to the closet, grabbing the dress for Melissa off the hanger and
threw it at her. "Put it on! You had better be the best slut in the world
tonight or so help me god I will make you wish you were dead!"
Melissa stood up, picking up the dress and stepping into it as she had for
the Doctor the night before. She kept her head down, paying little attention
as Karla undressed, putting on a similar, short, red dress.
To fill in time while Karla got dressed Melissa went into bathroom. She drank
some tap water, avoiding seeing herself in the mirror. When she came back
Karla was brushing her own hair out.
"Set out the toys in the bedroom, then put the case in the closet." Karla
said. She had put on her self-control while she put on the dress. Her eyes,
a little red, were dry again.
Melissa took the makeup case into the bedroom and started laying out the
'toys'. Lubricant, condoms, nipple clamps, two dildos, a butt plug, a small
paddle, handcuffs, and a battery-operated vibrating massager. Karla had chosen
the items, stopping only because the makeup case could hold no more.
Having emptied the case, Melissa stored it in the closet. Karla already had
donned the red mask, hiding the upper part of her face. The older woman put
the black one on Melissa.
"Wait in the bedroom. I'll call you when he's here. When you do come out,
you be good to him, like Paul and Doc said, got it? If not…" Mommy Karla
said, leaving the consequences unfinished. Melissa didn't need a list of
what would happen. Karla knew how to hurt her, a lot.
Karla closed the door on the way out, leaving Melissa alone with her thoughts.
The girl went to the bedroom window and looked down at the parking lot, several
floors below. She wondered if falling from this window would kill her.
She didn't know, but the question was not important. The window only had
a small section that opened to the outside, too small for her to crawl through
even if she wanted to.
She had thought about dying many times since Paul and Karla had taken her
away from her real family. She'd wanted God to kill her when Paul was first
using her. When that failed to happen she thought about killing herself.
It wasn't the fear of death itself that stopped her from trying. It was the
fear of failing to get it right. She had thought about slashing her wrists,
but was afraid she wouldn't die before Paul or Karla found her. She was afraid
of doing anything that would bring official attention to them, either, because
of what Paul had said would happen to her little sister.
With a sigh Melissa closed the heavy, light blocking drapes over the window.
She plugged in the portable stereo and turned the CD player on, switching
it to random. The beautiful music once more started to wash over her, helping
her step outside of herself for a few minutes.
Let me tell you a story about a girl
She didn't want to be hurt again.
Somebody took her heart and hid it away.
But, she found love,
She found love
In the arms of a friend.
Just one touch is all it takes
To love again!
Yes, that was what it was like. Just one touch from Gerald's hand and she'd
found love, hope, a reason to live, when those things had gone from her life.
This world
Is so cold
Sometimes you gotta take a hold.
Take a hold of someone who might understand.
They might touch you.
They might teach you.
They might hurt you.
They might let you go.
Until you try,
Until you cry,
You ain't never gonna know.
That was like the Doctor. He touched, he taught, he hurt. Until she tried,
though, to give him what he wanted more than her body, though, she couldn't
realize her own desires.
That's what this was all about. Why she was here. To fulfill the Doctor's
desire to please the father of the boy she was given to tonight.
Melissa giggled as she wondered why it wasn't the Doctor here being given
to whomever this boy's father was. Silly thoughts.
How long had it been since she'd last giggled? Melissa tried to remember.
It seemed like it hadn't happened since Paul and Karla took her. It probably
hadn't.
She had the volume low to keep from bothering Karla with the noise. She heard
voices coming through the thin door leading out of the bedroom, to the sitting
area. She left the music playing on random and prepared for Karla to call
for her.
"-and here, for you alone, is Angelique!" The door swung open. Melissa walked
toward the opening, her heart thudding within her chest. The name Angelique
was part of hiding her identity. Melissa recalled that she had to call Karla
by the name of Dominique tonight.
Gerald? Her heart had done a double flip when she saw familiar hair and features,
then realized that this boy was taller, bigger in the shoulders. He looked
something like Gerald, but he was clearly older. In high school, at least.
"Angelique, this is Darrell, your date for the evening." Karla finished the
introductions as Darrell's eyes looked Melissa over. They went from her chest
down to her legs, then back up. His eyes flicked to her masked face, then
back to her small breasts, barely covered by the clinging black dress.
"She's not, uh, very… big." Darrell said to Karla.
"Good things come in small packages, sometimes. Don't let her size fool you.
She's a real hot slut, aren't you, Angelique?" Karla said, her voice held
a hint of the edge she normally used when she was being mean with Melissa.
"Yes, M- ma'am." Melissa said. She had started to say "Mommy" as she'd been
forced to say for so long. She called herself stupid for almost forgetting,
then went ahead, trying to use what the Doctor had made her practice.
Melissa brought her hands up, running them over her small breasts, brushing
each finger over the nipples, stirring them, making them stand out. If Darrell
wanted to look at her breasts he wasn't the worst looking person to have
seen them.
Since he even looked like Gerald might look in a few years it helped make
it easier. Easier to think of doing this for Gerald.
She stepped closer, looking up into the older boy's face, still rubbing her
breasts. "I'm here for you. All of me." Melissa said. She felt the touching
stir her underused arousal, making it easier for her voice to be breathy.
"A slut. But I'm not going to get any diseases from her, right?" Darrell
said. His eyes were on Melissa's hands, rubbing her own body, but his words
were to Karla. Still seeking guidance from a grown-up, even in this time.
"She's a clean slut. No need to worry about that. If you prefer there are
some condoms, but it's not necessary. You can do anything you want with her."
Karla said. She reached down, running a hand over Melissa's bottom through
the thin dress. "Anything at all. She's your slut tonight."
Darrell's eyes went to the older woman's hand touching the younger girl's
body, thoughts and fantasies sparking a light in his eyes. "And you?" He
said. His tongue darted out, licking at his lips, breathing a little faster
now.
"Easy there, boy. Dominique is not on the menu. I'm here to help, but Angelique
is your meat."
Darrell seemed to be a little disappointed at not having both of them at
his command, but quickly put it aside, his eyes grazing over Melissa's body
once more. "My meat. Well, let's see the meat."
Melissa cringed. She had been called meat usually with other words in front
of it before. It was harder to continue to act like she wanted to be here
with those words coming from this not-quite Gerald.
But, making him happy was the key to the real Gerald.
She licked her lips as she shrugged the left, then the right shoulder from
under the dress's straps. The top of the dress held in place only by the
hands still caressing her breasts through the material. She kept one hand
there, squeezing at her left breast as she reached back, sliding the zipper
down to relax the rest of the dress.
She caught the rhythm of the music coming from the bedroom, a beat she could
move slowly, sensually to. She moved her hips, letting the dress slip lower
and lower. First the right nipple, then the left one peeked out. Melissa
put one hand on her tummy, still guiding the dress down bit by bit as her
other hand rubbed her hardening nipples to further stiffness.
Darrell's eyes were glued to her flesh as each centimeter was uncovered.
"See how hot Angelique is for you? She's got all the appetite of a bigger
girl, with the spice of forbidden fruit." Karla played up her role, taking
one of Darrell's hands and guiding it to Melissa's breasts.
Melissa arched her back, pushing her small breasts into the older boy's hand,
feeling his warm, slightly damp palm on her hard nipples. She made herself
give a small moan.
"You like that, slut?" Darrell said. His fingers slid down to grasp at her
right nipple, squeezing. He increased the pressure to the point where pain
began. Not as bad as Paul or the others would do, but Melissa could feel
him wanting to cause her pain.
"Yes. I love it. More. Please." If Gerald wanted to give her pain he could.
This not-quite Gerald could do it, too, if it gave her the real one. Pain
wasn't new. "More."
Darrell's eyes flicked to Karla's masked face. She smiled, her mean smile.
"Go on, give the little slut what she wants. You won't break her. Not like
that, anyway."
The older boy's fingers pinched down harder. Melissa didn't have to make
herself gasp, the pain did that. She did have to fight not to try to pull
away. The Doctor wanted her to give this boy whatever he wanted.
"Ohhh, yessss…." Melissa said. She tried to make her voice sound like she
liked it.
She must have succeeded. Darrell soon had both nipples in his fingers, pinching
both and twisting, pulling up on her nipples. He pulled higher as Melissa
stood on tip-toe, trying to ease the pain.
"My slut. Aren't you?" Darrell asked, focusing on Melissa more intently.
Not exactly on her, but her body, her pain.
"Yes, sir!" Melissa said. She fell back on responses she's learned the hard
way. Many men had liked her to say "sir" or even "daddy". She let her arms
fall to her sides, the dress slithering down her body, leaving her wearing
only the black thong.
Darrell smiled the way men who like to hurt girls smile. Melissa saw the
fires in his eyes burning brighter as he drank the heady, rich draft of power
giving pain gave him.
"On your knees, slut!" Darrell said. He yanked down on Melissa's nipples.
Melissa bent at the knees fast to relieve the pain the pulling caused. As
she went down he had to let go, the release both a relief and a spike in
pain as blood flow returned to her abused nipples.
The older boy grabbed her hair, pressing her face against the crotch of his
jeans. Melissa could feel the stiffness of his erection through the denim,
smell his musky odor. He pushed his hips forward, grinding himself against
her face. She heard him moan.
Make believe you want it. Melissa reminded herself that she was supposed
to act like she wanted this, all of it. She opened her lips, sucking at his
cock through the clothing, making throaty moans.
Darrell gasped. Melissa stopped, afraid that she'd hurt him in some way.
A growing wet spot on the denim, though, told the truth. The boy had cum
in his pants.
Melissa looked at Karla, unsure of what to do next. The red face mask hid
the upper half of the woman's face, the place Melissa had always looked to
for clues as to whether she was in trouble or not. All she could watch was
Karla's mouth. A corner twitched, then stretched a little. Karla's eyes moved
from the wet cum stain on the boy's pants to Melissa's wide-open eyes. Even
without the eyes for visual cues, the smile spreading on Karla's face was
familiar. Melissa knew she was in trouble.
"I see the little slut's appetite was a bit much for you, Darrell. Not to
worry, you'll be ready for another round soon enough. I think you should
punish Angelique! Punish her for being a greedy little cunt!" Karla said,
wrapping her arms around Darrell's shoulders, laying her chin on the boy's
shoulder. "Shouldn't he, Angelique? Shouldn't you be punished for being a
greedily little cumslut?"
Melissa swallowed hard. Here she was on strange ground. The old familiar
way, the way that had ruled her life since Paul and Karla kidnapped her,
said she had to agree. Not just agree, but be enthusiastic in agreeing. The
Friends had expected it from her, and Karla had made sure she remembered
it.
But, the Doctor had wanted her to please this boy. Would this not-quite Gerald
want her to agree, to ask for punishment.. She glanced from Karla's evil
smile to Darrell's face. His face was somewhere between looking sheepish
and confused. She couldn't see in his face what he felt about punishing her.
The Doctor had wanted her to do whatever it took to make this boy happy.
If he was happy his father would be happy. If his father was happy the Doctor
would be happy. If the Doctor was happy then she could go to a dance with
Gerald and she would be happy.
As she watched Darrell's eyes focus on her again she knew how she had to
proceed.
"Yes, m- Dominique. I was a bad little slut and I was greedy. I need to be
punished. I want him to punish me." Melissa said, leaning forward to rub
her face against the cum-stain growing on the front of Darrell's jeans. "Please
punish me for being a bad little greedy cum slut!"
"See? She wants you to punish her! She knows she deserves it." Karla said.
Melissa could feel Darrell's cock, not having gone down much yet, begin to
swell again. She took it as a good sign. She licked at the wet spot on the
boy's jeans and looked up at him again.
"Punish me! Please!" Melissa begged while looking up into Darrell's slowly
focusing eyes. She slid her tongue out and licked at his cock and the wet
spot again. "Sluts like me love being hurt. Please give me the pain I need!"
"Okay," Darrell said, his voice husky with respawning lust. He turned his
head to Karla. "How...?"
Karla chuckled, low and mean. Melissa shivered. Asking Karla how to punish
meant that the boy would learn how to really hurt her. She also remembered
how frustrated Karla had been for the last few days, not being able to hurt
Melissa the way she normally did.
"Crawl into the bedroom, little cunt. Crawl like the hot little bitchslut
you are!" Karla said.
Melissa felt fear making it hard to breathe. She dropped to hands and knees
and turned away from the two, starting to crawl. She realized that this gave
Darrell a view of her butt cheeks, her crack covered only by the black thong.
"Wiggle it, slut! Show your master how much your little ass needs his love
and punishment!" Karla said.
Melissa was glad she was facing away from the two as her ears and cheeks
blushed red. She knew, though, that Karla was telling her to do the things
the Doctor wanted her to do. Melissa began to grind her tight butt around
as she crawled. It made the crawling slower, but they had all night.
"Oh, god, I want that!" Darrell said behind her.
"It's all yours. All of her. As much of her as you want." Karla assured him.
"All? Even if I want to, uh, you know, uh, do it in back?" Darrell said.
His stammering reminded Melissa that this boy was still intimidated by Karla,
who was an adult.
"You mean you want to fuck that tight little girl ass? Of course. Angelique's
ass, cunt and mouth are all for you tonight. Fuck her in any hole, all her
holes, as hard as you want. Isn't that right, Angelique? Don't want Darrell
to use your ass?"
"Yes, yes! I need to have you fuck my ass. Fuck my ass hard! I'm a slut!
I can't get enough cock!" Melissa said, still wiggling and grinding her hips
at the boy as she crawled into the bedroom. She choked back a sob, hoping
neither of them heard it as anything but passion. Being used back there hurt
the worst, even though so many of the Friends had put cocks, fingers, dildos
and other things in there.
The music was louder in the bedroom. By now the music was familiar, almost
comforting. It had become one of the very, very few things in Melissa's life
that belonged to her.
Still wiggling her hips at the older boy who had followed her, Melissa moved
to the bed, putting her arms up on it and remained kneeling. This was a punishment
position that many of the Friends had put her in.
"Bring him the paddle, little slut." Karla said.
Melissa left the bed and crawled to where the paddle lay, starting to pick
it up with her hands.
"No! Not with your hands. Use your mouth, like a little slutpuppy!" Karla
commanded, giving forth with her mean little giggle. Melissa cringed inside
as she grasped the paddles handle in her teeth, turning to bring the paddle
to Darrell.
Darrell was grinning wide and not at all with kindness when Melissa presented
the paddle to him. He was enjoying this game, playing it Karla's way.
"Tell me. Tell me again. About what you want." Darrell said, grasping the
paddle in his hand, looking down at the almost naked little girl kneeling
at his feet. The glow in his eyes said to Melissa that he was enjoying the
taste of power he was getting.
Melissa felt the tears wanting to start. The tears she felt when one of the
Friends used her like this, making her beg to be hurt, were gathering in
her eyes. She drew a breath, getting ready to parrot the words. She looked
up at the not-quite Gerald face.
He wasn't Gerald, but making him happy was the key she needed to the real
one. She had already understood that if Gerald ever wanted to hurt her she
would allow it. She would allow Gerald anything he wanted. Do anything he
wanted. Beg him to do it.
Blinking, smearing the almost tears Melissa used the out of focus Darrell
to become Gerald. Gerald was the one who wanted to punish her. That was okay.
That was good.
"Please punish me! I need to feel the pain. I need to be hurt by you. I've
been a dirty little slut and need you to punish me to make me be a good girl."
Melissa said. She soft-focused to keep the parts of Darrell that looked like
Gerald in sight. She lowered her right hand between her thighs, rubbing her
pussy through the thin material of the thong. She stroked the lips of her
pussy, grinding against the rubbing fingers, making sure that Darrell/Gerald
could see it.
"I'm getting wet just thinking of you punishing me. I love it when you call
me dirty names. It reminds me what I am, how bad I am. I need to hear you
call me names and hurt me to get off!" Melissa said, rubbing faster. She
could feel the wetness in her mind before she felt it between her legs, but
she did feel it there. She was okay with getting wet for Gerald. She wanted
to do it for him. She was close to moaning, so she started moaning, breathing
faster. It was okay to pretend a little, Gerald could make her feel good.
This was what she could give him that other girls couldn't. She wanted to
give this to him.
"I'll hurt you, little slut!" Darrell/Gerald said. His hand gripped her hair
at the pony tail, yanking her head back hard. "I'll hurt you, and then I'm
going to fuck you!"
"Yes! Yes! Hurt me! Fuck me!" Melissa said, her voice turning to a high-pitched
wail of pleasure. She could feel the wetness on her fingers, through the
material of the thong. She could feel the inside of her pussy aching to be
stretched by Gerald's hardness. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and yet
she wanted them to hurt even more. She wanted to feel them pinched and twisted.
She brought her other hand up and pinched hard at the aching nipple, gasping
as the pain shot a bolt of pleasure through her belly to her clit.
Darrell jerked hard on her hair. "Stop hurting yourself, cunt! That belongs
to me!"
Melissa whimpered as she took her hand from her breast, wanting to feel that
terrible electric thrill again.
"Please, use the clamps on me. They are for you to use on me. Please let
me give you the clamps, use them to hurt me!"
"What clamps?" Darrell asked.
Karla left his side, moving to where the toys were laid out and picking up
the nipple clamps, dangling them in front of herself, the light in the room
glittering off the polished metal.
"Are those handcuffs?" Darrell pointed at the place where the other toys
were laid out. Karla nodded. "Bring them both over here."
Karla picked up the handcuffs with her other hand and brought both items
to the boy. Darrell first took the clamps from her, letting go of Melissa's
hair, leaving her breathing heavy, still grinding her pussy against her fingers.
"How do you use them?'
"Just squeeze the handles to open them, and then let them close on her nipples."
Karla said.
Darrell tossed the paddle on the bed, bending down and squeezing the handles
of the clamps open, then gripping Melissa's small breast. He saw the jaws
of the clamps and understood from them how to align the clamp on the girl's
nipple.
He let the jaw snap shut, rather than giving the handle a slow release. The
spring-loaded jaws snapped down on Melissa's already sore nipple with a sudden
bite. The pain shot out from her nipple with more pain than her body could
quickly eroticize.
Unable to process the pain, Melissa did what anyone would do. She shrieked
in pain, her back arching. Only long experience at being hurt kept her from
reaching up to remove the clamp.
"Too much for you, little slut? I don't think so!" Darrell said. His eyes
bright, his breathing fast. He grabbed her pony tail again, holding the other
clamp, ready to repeat the torment.
"If she keeps screaming like that she will wake the neighbors." Karla said.
"You had better gag her before you put that one on."
"Yeah, yeah. Gag her." Darrell said. He looked around, eyes searching.
"We didn't bring a gag. Or not a real one." Karla said. "But maybe the slut
is willing to suck on her panties so she doesn't annoy people by sounding
like a bitch in heat?" Karla giggled.
Melissa knew what Karla was saying. Many of the Friends and Karla had used
panties, sometimes her own, to gag her. With the sudden shock of the pain
gone she was able to think and act again. She cringed, not only because she
hated being gagged, but the black thong she was wearing was completely saturated
with wetness from her pussy.
"Yeah. Yeah! You got your panties wet, didn't you? You better suck those
panties for me, dirty little cunt!" Darrell said. "I want to hurt you a whole
lot!"
If this was what he wanted, it was what she had to do. Her bargain with the
Doctor demanded it. Melissa moved her hands from her breast and crotch to
the waist of her thong, skinning it down her hips and thighs. Since she was
kneeling she had to sit to take the thong the rest of the way off. Moving,
with one clamp biting her nipple and the rest of the pair dangling was tormenting.
She whimpered and felt tears threaten to spill down her cheeks.
"Hairless little girl pussy!" Darrell said. A leer told Melissa that he enjoyed
it.
"Shaved, to make it more sensitive." Karla quickly said.
"You like it more sensitive, cunt?" Darrell asked. "I'll bet you do. Now,
suck on those panties!"
"Inside out, dirty girl!" Karla said, giggling.
"Why?" Darrell asked, and then looked sheepish. "Oh, duh!"
Melissa couldn't contain all the tears, a few spilled over and crawled down
her cheek as she was made to turn the panties inside out, thus putting the
portion of the thong directly against her pussy directly on her tongue as
she pushed it into her mouth. She looked up at Darrell, eyes softly focused;
trying to recapture her vision of him as Gerald, but it was harder to do
now.
"Aw, little slut is crying!" Darrell said, grabbing her by the ponytail again.
"Ain't that too bad! Well we are gonna have fun punishing you!"
"Get back on your knees. No one told you to sit around on your ass!" Karla
said. With Darrell getting into punishing Melissa the older woman was back
in an element she knew well.
Melissa got her legs back under her as Darrell yanked up on her hair. The
sudden motion set the empty clamp swinging again, twisting and pulling at
her trapped nipple. She groaned into the thong filling her mouth.
"Time for this little nippy to go wee-wee-wee all the way home!" Darrell
said, grabbing the empty clamp and opening it. He put it over Melissa's other
nipple and again just let go, letting it snap down, forcing the girl to scream
into the panty gag.
"Such a sexy sound!" Darrell said. He grabbed the chain connecting the clamps
and pulled on it, making the clamps tighten and twist on Melissa's nipples.
Melissa's voice rose in pitch, but still muffled by the cloth filling her
mouth the sound did not increase in volume.
Melissa fought hard against reaching up to protect herself from the pain.
She grabbed her thighs, squeezing tight to hold her hands down from trying
to make Darrell stop hurting her. Tears rolled free down her cheeks, dripping
to her chest.
"Damn, this is so fucking sweet!" Darrell said, finally letting go of the
chain. "Gimme those handcuffs!"
Karla handed the boy the pair of handcuffs and took charge of Melissa to
help him put them on. She made Melissa bend over from the waist and pulled
the girl's hands back, behind her. Melissa could smell Karla's own arousal
with the woman this close.
"Are you going to spank her now?" Karla asked.
"No, later. I gotta fuck her before I bust a nut in my pants!" Darrell said.
He snapped the cuffs closed tight on Melissa's wrists. Grabbing her by her
ponytail again, he forced her to clamber up on the bed, a task very difficult
for the kneeling girl without the use of her hands.
Melissa, experienced with nipple clamps, tried hard to keep from being put
face down on the bed. It was bad enough with the clamp chain swinging, but
to have to lay her chest down on the bed would create even more pain. She
tried to roll over on her back, but Darrell forced her face down on the bedspread.
With her hands cuffed behind her the weight of her upper body came down on
her small breasts, crushing her chest and the clamped nipples. Melissa started
sobbing as the pain hit too hard to try and commit to the illusion of Gerald
being with her.
The mask also skewed on her face, but that was beyond her ability to worry
about. Darrell was behind her, forcing her legs open. His hands left her
body and she tried to rise up, putting her weight on her head using her neck
to relieve the pain in her nipples. She could hear Darrell unzipping and
pulling down his jeans and underwear. The mask further slid up, onto her
forehead. She urgently grunted to, hoping Karla would see what was wrong.
"Fuck the slut! Fuck the slut! Fuck the slut!" Karla chanted, paying no attention
to Melissa's mask, in spite of Melissa trying to signal her. She had helped
Paul and enough of the Friends to abuse Melissa to tie into whatever fantasy
the person using the girl wanted.
Melissa felt the older boy's cock thrusting against her pussy lips. His hands
were on her hips as he thrust blindly a few times before finding the right
angle. She felt the head of his cock slip into her pussy, then plunge deeper.
":Oh, FUCK!" Darrell said, as his cock finally did so. He thrust deeper,
then began to pump in and out, his motions jerky. "So sweet, hot, tight!
This is so good!" He pulled back on Melissa's hips.
The pull ruined Melissa's precarious balance, bringing her chest crashing
back down on the bedspread, forcing her to scream into the thong stuffed
into her mouth. Her body tensed in sympathy, clamping her muscles around
Darrell's cock. The squeeze brought out a deep moan from his throat.
"See? She loves it! Fuck her harder! Hurt her with your big cock! Hurt her!
She loves it!" Karla said. She was panting, too.
Melissa turned her head toward where she heard Karla and saw the older woman
rubbing her own breasts through the material of her dress. Her hips were
squirming in pleasure, thighs clenched together. While Karla had made Melissa
pleasure her, it had been mostly when Paul was around. Usually the woman
just hurt her. Seeing her getting off on watching this young boy hurt her
was new. Perhaps having to hold back from giving pain had this effect on
the woman.
Karla had to pay attention to her, see that the mask had come off. The Doctor
wanted it that way. Melissa tried again to cry out loud enough to make Karla
look at her face.
Darrell was gathering speed in his fucking, building up the speed and force
of his stroke as his own pleasure built. He was young, not knowing the ways
of pleasuring women or even girls. Both his hormones and the insistent chanting
by Karla drove him on toward his own peak of pleasure. He had been told to
hurt this girl and fuck her and he was doing these as fast as he could.
Melissa's mewling, muffled scream at Karla sent him over the edge. He'd seen
R-rated movies and in those women screamed when they came hard. To him it
was a signal that he'd made the slut he was fucking cum on his cock and the
thought pushed him over his own precipice.
"Yes! Take it, slut!" Darrell said, growling in animal triumph, grinding
his cock into her tight cunt, spurting his second load of cum inside her.
His wordless moan which followed the eruption expressed a deep satisfaction.
"God, I need to cum, too!" Karla said. She knelt on the bed as Darrell withdrew
from Melissa's pussy. She pulled her own red dress up, exposing her red thong.
She yanked Melissa over on her back.
Melissa's hands were cuffed, preventing her from using her own hands to cover
her face, and she had her fists balled up to support her weight, to keep
it off the cuffs on her wrists, behind her back. The mask had slid up enough
to reveal her to Darrell. She looked toward him, then back up at Karla, trying
to eject the thong filling her mouth.
"Oh, your mask came off. Well, that's your fault, little whore. I'll tell
the..." Karla looked at Darrell, then changed her next word, "you know who
that you did this!
Melissa finally pushed the thong out of her mouth. "No! I couldn't stop it
from sliding up! My hands are tied!"
Karla cut off her protest with a slap across the face. The mask was sent
across the room as Karla's fingers caught the edge of it.
"Hey, it's okay. I ain't gonna tell nobody about her!" Darrell said. "Or
is this more of how she gets off?"
Karla came back to the reality of having an outsider know about Melissa.
Her own lust and anger had allowed her to forget the situation and the rules
laid out by the Doctor.
"Yeah. Yes. She likes it. She likes to be punished. Especially by two people!
Let's make her do some more dirty stuff. You'll like that, right?"
"Yeah! Yeah! I'm all about making a slut act dirty when it gets her off,
too!" Darrell grinned.
"Let's make her eat me, and then while she's doing that you can punish her
for being a lezzy!" Karla said.
Melissa felt her stomach dropping out. The small measure of power the Doctor
had given her to control events tonight had slipped away. The boy who looked
somewhat like Gerald had become like one of the Friends, interested only
in hurting her. The only difference was that he thought he was giving her
what she wanted. How could she have screwed up so bad?
Darrell's hand in her hair gave her little time to ponder the question. He
yanked her head up, grinning down at her.
"How about that, little slut? Are you a little lezzie cunt-lapper? Are you
wanting to eat Dominique's yummy cunny?" Darrell teased. He raised and lowered
her head, making her nod. "Sure you do!"
Melissa felt fresh tears in her eyes, blinked and tried to make them go away.
In a way, having Darrell act like one of the Friends took the responsibility
she had away. She didn't have to work at making him happy. It was now his
fantasy they were playing out. His and Karla's. That was what she knew how
to do. She could give up control and responsibility and just take what they
were giving her, doing what she was told.
Karla pulled off the red thong that she wore under her dress, dangling it
in front of Melissa's face.
"Is this what you want to eat, babyslut? Doesn't that smell yummy? Hot, wet
pussy? You want to be a pussy licker, don't you, little cunt?"
"Yes, please! I want to eat your pussy. I want to eat your wet, yummy cunt!"
Melissa said. For a brief moment she marveled at how easily she slipped back
into playing the role, no matter how she felt about it.
Karla pushed the wet thong's crotch against Melissa's lips, then between
them, so that she had to suck the other woman's wetness from the material.
It was muskier in character than Melissa's own pussy. After a week or more
of not being used it was sort of like once more tasting home cooking after
lots of meals at restaurants. Familiar, comforting.
Melissa moaned as she sucked on the wetness from Karla's pussy. She had to
play the part. Play her role. Play the game. As she did she caught the lyrics
from the CD.
"Think I might drown in the city so cold, so wasted
Drown in the poison I've tasted.
Drowning in my dreams
Dancing with the demons.
All the angels are calling me over a sunless sea,
But the beast is feeding, oh my soul.
The beast is feeding."
For a brief flash Melissa came to realize that Karla was her beast. Feeding
her. Feeding her the poison, poisoning her soul. She moaned again, in a sense
with both arousal and emptiness. She had been here before, many times.
"Seen so much I didn't wanna see
Now I'm burning out of control.
Can I take another night of emptiness?
I don't know.
Ain't nobody gonna save my soul
Nothing I can do anyway
When the claws and the feathers come and spirit me away."
Melissa went inside herself, deep inside, to the part of her that Paul and
Karla had found that first night, so long ago. That part of her that knew
how wrong this all was, how much it hurt, and took pleasure in it, anyway.
She hated this part of herself. She hated enjoying what it did to her, made
her want the pain, want the shame. She didn't even like thinking about it.
She only brought it out when she lost control, when she couldn't stop the
pain by obeying. When they used pain and pleasure on her to make her lose
control. When losing control meant not having to take the pain as pain any
more.
Darrell grabbed the nipple clamp chain, yanking on it, sending reawakened
pain flooding through the girl's body. Melissa moaned and pushed her chest
out, offering her flesh for his punishment.
She had seen so much she didn't want to see. She was giving up control, giving
up her hopes and dreams and any hope for happiness.
She could only hope to surrender to the claws of pain and the feathers of
pleasure it brought. To be carried away on it. To be the slut that Paul and
Karla, the Doctor, all of the Friends called her.
They knew what she really was, even when she wanted to hide the fact from
herself. They knew she deserved the pain and the shame. They were all feeding
her soul, the real one. The ugly one that enjoyed giving up control and longed
for the pain.
"She has sucked those panties long enough. Give her your pussy!" Darrell
said to Karla.
Karla straddled Melissa's upturned face, jerking the panties out of her mouth.
The girl looked up into the wet, hot pussy of the woman who had helped kidnap
and enslave her, at the pussy of the woman who hurt her and gave her to men
to be used.
"Beg, little whore, beg for my cunt! Beg to eat me!" Karla said, her pussy
held above Melissa's face, the wetness from it coating the insides of her
thighs.
Melissa felt dread and shame and disgust, but she also felt a sense of relief.
Relief at being made to do this, being made to be suffer. She wanted the
beast to feed her soul. The real one. The one that felt her clit throb when
she was treated mean or called names.
"Please, m- mistress Dominique, please let this dirty, filthy cunt lick your
beautiful wet pussy!" Melissa moaned. She felt her own thighs wet from fresh
moisture as she surrendered to the shame and pain. "Please, master Darrell
punish me for wanting to eat her pussy like a little lezzy cunt-lapper!"
"Oh, yeah! She's getting hot! Her cunt's dripping wet!" Darrell said from
between her legs. "She is loving this shit!"
Karla reached forward, grabbing Melissa's legs, then leaned back, lowering
her own hips down, mashing her own wetness on the girl's mouth. She groaned
as Melissa's tongue thrust into her, tongue-fucking her.
"Shit, yes! She has always been a hot little slut when you push her far enough!
Just like the night we -." Karla cut herself off, realizing she was about
to say things that Darrell shouldn't know. "Slap her! Slap that wet little
girl cunt of hers! Punish the slut, maker her scream into me!" She ground
her hips on Melissa's face, moaning faster.
Darrell uses his hand to as he was told. He wasn't concerned with whatever
Karla had been babbling about. He was as hard again as if he hadn't even
cum once, let alone twice already tonight. He was feeling so turned on, watching
this little girl being made to eat the older woman's cunt, hearing the two
of them. He brought his hand down on Melissa's exposed, wet pussy slit, hearing
the slap and the wet sound of her cunt squishing out more wetness from the
impact.
Melissa cried out, her mouth covered with Karla's pussy. The pain of the
slap both hurt and raised her higher, brought her to a still higher level
of arousal. She wanted the pain and the way only pain took her away from
being herself. She wanted to go outside of herself.
The next slap and the next were taking her there. She switched from tongue
fucking to licking, her tongue slapping at Karla's swollen clit, screaming
out between licks as Darrell's hand struck her. Her stomach knotted up as
she rode the pain, building higher and hotter, aching for the explosion that
would eventually consume her, yet also lost in the waves of the cruel sea
that tossed her around. She was converting all the pain into pleasure, or
feeling pleasure as pain. She was coming apart from herself. It was like
she was watching all of this happen to someone else.
"Fuck her ass, now! Fuck the little slut's ass hard! She belongs to you,
now! Take her last hole!" Karla groaned, her breathing fast, voice guttural
as she urged the boy the same as she would urge Paul or one of the Friends.
Darrell stopped the slapping, getting himself lined up with Melissa's hips,
arched up by Karla's pull, her tightest hole exposed. His cock nudged there,
slipped into her dripping wet cunt, then withdrew. He lined up again and
pushed, this time feeling the tight hole giving. He thrust again.
Melissa screamed. She screamed as the pain of Darrell's cock entering her
ass drove her both down and up. Down into the waves that tossed her like
a boat in a hurricane, up into the highest peaks of pleasure/pain. She felt
the head of his cock thrust through her tight ass and keep going, plowing
in, ramming into her. She felt his cock impale her tight ass and begin thrusting.
Melissa's scream sent Karla over her own edge. She bore down; crushing her
cunt to Melissa's screaming mouth, grinding back and forth, cumming hard.
"TAMMY!" Karla cried out. She shook, her body convulsing. "He's fucking you
so good!"
Karla had screamed that same way on that night. The night they took Melissa
away. The night she had made Melissa cum and cum again from pain. She had
screamed that same name. Melissa remembered this in a part of her mind that
wasn't really taking part in all of this.
But it brought the whole night back. That night and every time, every rape,
every pain and every shame. They were all hitting her at one time, hitting
her like a bus, pushing her over the edge.
She couldn't breathe. She had no air left after screaming into Karla's pussy.
She couldn't breathe in because of the way Karla had mashed her pussy and
ass against her face. She could only try to suck in air, but was sucking
on wet, convulsing pussy.
It didn't matter that she needed air. Her body needed it, but her soul needed
to fall. To fall and fall and fall. The knot in her stomach had finally reached
the breaking point.
Melissa shook hard, her muscles clamping down on Darrell's cock in her ass,
driving more pain into her already burning ass. She exploded hard, harder,
hardest. She was exploding so hard she was sure her entire body was blowing
up, finally shattering into a billion pieces.
As she clamped down, Darrell was driven to the edge again. He wasn't listening
as Karla screamed a name. He was lost in his own thoughts. His thoughts of
his cock shoving all the way through this little girl's ass and up into the
cunt of the sexy older woman. His eyes rolled back in his head and he shouted
out a wordless cry of bestial triumph. His cock erupted again, this time
with little cum left to shoot, but shooting it into Melissa's ass.
His hand had been the chain that connected the nipple clamps. He had been
getting ready to tug on them when his come hit him. He was doing his best
to hurt the girl like he thought she wanted. As his climax reached it's peak
his hand pulled back, hard, yanking the clamps off the young girl's nipples.
Karla slid her hips back, off of Melissa's face, shaking, gasping for air
from the force of her own orgasm. There were tears in her eyes.
Melissa felt the shock of the clamps snapping off her nipples after being
on for so long. In that distant part of herself that was staying aloof she
knew what was coming next. Her body wasn't caring about next, though. It
made her gulp in a lung full of air at last, finally taking in what it needed.
The shock of the pain as the blood returned to her nipples after being clamped
for so long was like molten lead hitting her nerves. Even though she still
hadn't realized she hadn't really shattered the pain from the shock hit her.
Melissa screamed, loud and high, her body convulsing again. Was it pain too
intense for pleasure, or pleasure too intense for pain? She didn't know and
didn't care. Her body came again, hard and long. She shook, clamping down
again on Darrell's cock, still in her ass, this time squeezing it out as
she came.
She was so far outside of herself that she passed out, her body going limp.
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