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A Young Girl's Plaything 2 gggggggFF/F, gdom, ped, nc, bd, sad, rim, ws, scat
by Sarah J.
Summary: A piano teacher is abducted by her young, pre-teen female students,
then kept as a sex-toy and subjected to continued abuse, torture, humiliation
and degradation by the girls and their friends.
Part Two: Degrading Miss Devallier
Emily had thought that being naked with your legs spread wide and
at the mercy of three giggling little girls was as humiliating a thing as
you could possibly imagine - but things quickly took a turn for the worse
when the brats had started to whip and kick her. Now they stood over her
shoving their horrid sweaty feet into her mouth, laughing, as she was made
to suck them clean. Perhaps they would kill her, like they'd threatened -
and perhaps that would be better than this, abused and degraded for the amusement
of a bunch of spoiled brats.
The feet-sucking game went on for about an hour before Emily's
tormentors tired of it. Jennifer pulled the socks she had taken off earlier
out of her running shoes and shoved them in Emily's mouth.
'Just so you can remember wot my feet taste like,' the terrible
child giggled. 'But don't worry,' she added as she grabbed a clean pair of
ankle socks from the dresser, 'you'll get to taste them again real soon'.
With that the three of them left her, naked on the floor, legs
spread, sucking on a pair of Jennifer's socks.
They returned a couple of hours later and sat around Emily as if she were
an inanimate object, discussing how they could better mover her from place
to place and other logistical problems of having a grown woman as a slave
when you were only eight years-old. Lisa said her sister, who was at High
School, had showed her some bondage stuff her boyfriend had got hold of.
She explained to the others how you just clipped the chains on to the different
bits and how it was much quicker and easier than rope. So they agreed they
would ask Lisa's sister to get them some bondage stuff - she was cool, so
it would be no problem the girls decided. With that they got up and re-tied
Emily's ankles together. As they dragged and shoved Emily toward the closet
Jennifer kicked the helpless woman in the stomach. Emily doubled up in pain.
'Hear that toy?' Jennifer grinned, 'we're gonna get some stuff
so we can play with you better. Cool huh?'
Lisa's sister got the stuff the girls asked for a day later, and
they paid her from their generous allowance money. Jenny sat on the bed opening
packages, with Lisa and Hannah cross-legged on the floor - their toy lay
silently beside them, wide eyes gazing in horror at the collection of black
leather objects with their metal rings, chains and studs. Jenny laughed.
'Ooh! Look wot we got for you toy. Stuff so you'll be tied good
an never, ever get away,' Jenny held up a set of ankle cuffs. 'An a thing
to keep your legs open so we can play wiv your cunny… like it?' The young
girl held up a leg-spreader bar as the bound woman nodded weakly. 'And…'
Jenny announced proudly, 'a thing so you can't close your mouth… uh-oh! Wonder
wot we're gonna do then?' The girls laughed hysterically, but all their captive
could do was stare like a frightened animal at her young owner - just as
she had been instructed to. Jenny then placed a plain, brown, cardboard box
on her lap. It was different from the other packages, with their glossy presentation
and silhouettes of people in bondage on the sides. The bound woman's eyes
widened as the eight year-old tipped out the contents.
'We got this stuff from the hardware store,' announced Jenny to
her trembling captive. 'It's just tools an stuff for games. We're gonna play
lots of torture games with you - bet you're pleased huh?' Jenny winked at
her toy.
'Torturing stupid losers is cool fun,' said Lisa with a sideways
glance at the intended victim.
'Totally!' said Jenny excitedly. 'We was up really late past our
bedtimes thinking up torture games for you. You better be grateful toy'.
The bound woman nodded. 'Cool. An we thought up loads of really gross stuff
for you to do too. An Lisa thought up the worse stuff of all coz she's pretty
sick, but we're gonna do it to you anyway'. Jenny got down on all fours placing
her face close to the terrified woman's. 'Must be like, totally bad that
you can't stop us or anything… imagine having to do whatever a bunch of little
girls make you? Yuck! I mean, you must feel terrible, y'know, having to do
whatever we want. Anyway, I'm glad I'm not a loser toy like you, all you're
good for is so we can hurt you, and make you do stuff, an laugh at you'.
Jenny stood up, straightening her cute, little pink crop-top. 'I'm bored,'
she declared in a sulky voice. 'Lets do some stuff to the loser'.
The girls seemed to pounce on Emily all at once, giggling excitedly.
Emily felt the leather cuffs being placed on her ankles and wrists, then
Jennifer clicked the bar to the loop on her captive's left ankle-cuff. Lisa
sat on the toy's thigh so she couldn't kick-out, then they untied her legs
and pulled Emily's right foot to the other end of the bar, locking it in
place. Then they removed the rest of the rope. Emily warily tested the new
restraints, but they were very secure. Jennifer saw her do it.
'Don't worry toy,' the little girl said, grinning down at Emily,
'loser playthings don't need to use their arms an legs - as long as you can
still move your tongue'. The brat leaned forward and pulled a face, her blonde
ponytails and purple ribbons swinging as she did an exaggerated licking mime.
The other girls fell about laughing as they shared in the private
joke. Emily was overcome by a sudden wave of panic, tugging at the new bonds
- but as she thrashed around on the carpet like a freshly caught fish the
young girls just giggled. In the end Emily fell limp, finally accepting that
she was in the complete and total control of her prepubescent captors.
Jennifer straddled the sobbing woman's chest and undid her sock-gag. Then
the girl lifted up the new leather gag. Emily raised her head compliantly
as the girl tied on the straps, then a rubber tube, which formed part of
the gag, was pushed into the older woman's mouth. The entrance to the tube
(and therefore Emily's mouth) had a cap which could be clipped shut, but
once open then anything could be put in it, and she would be helpless to
stop it. Emily assumed the girls meant to feed her through it and struggled
to stop her imagination thinking what else they might use it for.
Once the gag was on the girls dragged Emily to the open floor space
at the end of Jennifer's bed. Lisa bent down and twisted the spreader-bar;
it had a large thread, which made it extend in length, forcing Emily's legs
obscenely apart. Then, as if were the most natural game in the world for
eight year-old girls to be playing, they began kicking her and stamping on
her vagina, all laughing and bumping into each other. Then Jennifer stood
on Emily's belly and lifted a foot so the woman could see those white running
shoes with the shiny pink stripes. Then, with a giggle, the girl began to
stamp on the captive woman's breasts. Emily doubled up in agony, which made
Jennifer lose her balance so she had to step off. The girl stared down at
Emily, hands on hips and looking very angry.
'Stupid loser!' Jennifer declared, 'I was enjoying that'.
The next thing Emily knew some more packages had been opened and
Lisa was placing a thick, leather collar around the woman's neck. Hannah
slid a long, Y-shaped, flat bar under the captive woman, it followed Emily's
spine to the small of her back, then branched off down each leg, curving
suspiciously around her buttocks. The top was attached to the collar and
the leg sections to her ankle cuffs. It held Emily totally rigid. A wave
of something like claustrophobia washed over her as she realized how totally
immobile she now was. Just knowing her pre-teen tormentors could even limit
her involuntary actions made her feel even more wretched and helpless - now
she really was no better off than a plastic doll, with more chance of escape
or say in what happened to her than any other toy the girls owned. They had
been as good as their word; she really was just their plaything.
Jenny climbed back on her toy, muttering angrily to herself.
'Stupid loser… don't you ever stop one of my games again. Understand?'
Then she quickly got back to having fun. Miss Devallier's titties were smaller
than Jenny's moms, but they were still big enough to play with. So she stomped
them. This time the toy didn't move - probably because she couldn't - but
she made lots of moaning sounds into the new gag they put on her.
Both Lisa and Hannah went to the same riding school as Jenny, and
they had brought their crops with them like Jenny told them to. The girls
set about whipping the quivering loser. They didn't think about it too much,
like some of the other games they had planned, they just stood round Miss
Devallier's naked, helpless form lashing at whatever took their fancy - which
was mostly her cunny and titties, but they did everything else too, and when
they couldn't find any new bits to hit, because their toy was very pink and
purple everywhere now, they turned her over and did the other side.
Jenny (who was always the smartest of the girls) got some duct-tape from
the garage, and taped Miss Devallier's buttocks apart with it. Then she straddled
the woman's back and began to whip her butt-hole. The toy didn't like that
at all - each time the little girls crop landed on her exposed anus she jerked
rigid in a rattle of little chains and clips, but she still barely moved
at all. Jenny laughed as she did it, then she let the other two have a go
- well, there wasn't much fun stuff on this side and she could see Lisa and
Hannah were getting bored with whipping the toy's back and legs. It was Lisa
that first noticed that their toy had fainted - which made Jenny very, very
cross.
Emily came round to find her whole body was a mass of stinging
pain. As her vision cleared she saw the three girls sitting to one side,
the riding crops still in their tiny hands. They all had pretty nail polish
on their fingers, and cute bangles on their skinny wrists. Emily would never
have thought it possible that such pretty hands could inflict such pain.
Then Jennifer noticed that their captive had come round and the tiny terror
came stomping over, kneeling beside her dazed victim.
'I bet you think that's clever don't you? Fainting an spoiling
my fun. Well it's not clever toy, I'm gonna get you real good for that. Anyway,
we just talked to Lisa's sister an she has a way to stop your stupid tricks,
so you wont be able to spoil any more games. So there!' Jennifer threw her
crop behind her and whispered in Emily's ear. 'Now you better listen coz
I'm very cross wiv you. I am a princess and you are a toy. Toys are stupid
an ugly and princesses are clever an pretty. So they are opposite - got it?'
Emily nodded weakly. 'Good. Now, you had a whip on your butt-hole so what's
the opposite of that?' Jennifer giggled as Emily let out a muffled sob. 'The
opposite, loser, is a nice kiss. So you are going to kiss our butt-holes
to say sorry for fainting and… and just because we said to! Right?'
With that the little girl kicked off her running shoes and took
off her jeans. She stood in her crop-top, pink panties and white ankle socks
looking down at the bound woman, then she grabbed a large white towel from
the rail and put it round her waist.
'I don't want anyone to see my thingy,' Jennifer said, 'I'm a princess,
not a toy like you - everyone's gonna see your thingy'. Then the child wriggled
under the towel and a moment later her pink panties dropped to her ankles,
she kicked them off. The other two girls were crouching around the bound
woman's legs, giggling excitedly at what their ringleader was about to do.
Emily looked up to see Jennifer step over her head, the towel dangled around
her face and she peered up at the girl's formless pink slit and small ass.
Jennifer bent forward and, after fumbling with the woman's gag for a few
moments, she pulled it free. Emily's mouth was not free for long however,
as soon as the gag came off the eight year-old squatted down, wriggling her
hips till she felt her anus settle over her captive's mouth. 'Kiss it!' the
child commanded. 'Kiss my butt-hole and say thank you for playing wiv me
Miss Jenny'.
Emily couldn't see anything, but she could smell the child's ass.
It was a horrid smell, like sweat and poop combined, and Emily's mind nearly
gave way knowing she was this close to someone's anus - a little girl's anus.
The threat of more torture worked however, and Emily pursed her lips and
gave the child's asshole a kiss. Jennifer lifted up for a moment and Emily
thought her latest ordeal was over, but the child was merely retrieving the
crop she had cast aside earlier. The petite buttocks engulfed Emily's nose
and mouth once more, then the bound woman yelped as a stinging blow struck
her already raw pussy.
'No stupid,' she heard Jennifer say, 'not that sort of kiss. That's
for mom's an stuff. Kiss my butt-hole like it's your best ever boyfriend.
Yes…' said Jennifer as the idea occurred to her, 'my butt-hole is buttboy,
and it's your boyfriend, so do a yucky tongue kiss an make out wiv it -
or else!'
Emily was made to smooch the eight year-olds anus for ten, long
minutes while the child ground herself on her victims face. In fear of the
child Emily forced herself not to vomit and put her tongue into the anus
pressed against her lips, French kissing it and murmuring 'mmm, buttboy,
I love you, kiss me forever, you are the best boy I have ever kissed, please
marry me buttboy,' just as she had been instructed by a giggling Jennifer.
As Emily slobbered, kissed, tongued and licked the little girls ass the horrid
child rounded off the total humiliation of her victim by farting in the woman's
mouth.
'Yuck! Your boyfriend's got totally bad breath loser - good job
you love him huh?' Jennifer laughed. 'Okay,' she said, standing up and pulling
on her panties under the towel, 'well, it's a shame for buttboy but you gotta
kiss some other boys now. Honestly…' she grinned, playacting with her hands
on her hips, 'you really are a bad toy, but I wont tell on you, because you
are like, totally gonna be making out with buttboy again tonight, so that's
okay I guess'.
Jennifer laughed and Emily watched in horror as she handed Lisa
the towel.
To be continued…
Ó Sarah J. 2004
The rest of this series and my stories are at:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Young_Lesbian_Femdom
And you can email me on:
sarahs_socks@hotmail.com
An Sarah says… moan, moan, moan… :-) gotta have feedback or I wont write
anymore… yada, yada, yada…
So write me okay??? But put something proper in the title okay, or I will
think it's a virus an delete it by mistake.
Thanks.
Sarah x©x©
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