Made in Mexico

By Heather ©

(and a heap of thanks to Solomon)

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

WARNING: This story is pretty intense, but as with all my stories, nothing really happens to the characters that they haven’t asked for or injures them. Wait until the end of the story before thinking otherwise, or if in doubt at any time - STOP READING!! I’m preparing to write a feature length horror story and this is my test run.

Jen

I was just waking up with the sun in my eyes and a head full of pain. I was looking over my two friends and saw that I had my arm still wrapped around Amy and that Michelle was facing the other way. I smiled when I remembered what had gone on the night before and all the truths that we had revealed to each other.

I rubbed my hand gently along Amy’s arm and remembered how I had my first lesbian sex with her last night and how freakishly wild it had gotten. It was wonderful how we had finished everything off at the end of the night. Michelle had passed out from the daiquiris before us and I used the time to get into a full make-out session with my dear friend. It was hard to believe that she had gone from a meek little homo-phobe just a few weeks ago to the wild and hot little thing that begged for my attention so demandingly last night. I had never made out with a girl before, but after having forced my crotch over her mouth, everything else came pretty easy.

After Amy had revealed that using the stun gun on her had become a somewhat acceptable practice, nothing else seemed able to rise to a point of greater perversion. So when I kissed her after we saw Michelle had nodded off, I could tell she wanted me to make outright love to her. We tried a little of just about everything, and I was amazed that I had even gone down on her. I had always considered that the least likely thing I might do with another girl, but feeling her smooth shaven labia drove me crazy and I just had to take a taste of her. I never thought that looking up at another girl’s face as mine was down there could possible be so fucking erotic, but her mild girlish taste drove me nuts.

Now, here I am holding her as she sleeps and feeling as if we’ve been lovers for years. My hand drifted down to her chest and I felt like such a disgusting pervert. I needed to feel her small tits, little more than what I had at thirteen, and I knew it was because they were so small. When we were much younger I had wanted to experiment with sex with her several times but never made a move on her because of our tight friendship, but when she never grew out of her petite size, I realized that I might just have a thing for little girls because my lust for her never waned. Several times as I went through my budding stage, I had played “show me yours, I’ll show you mine” with girls at the same point in their lives. I had even done that with Michelle. But Amy had popped her buds nearly a year after us and by that time I had really grown an appetite to check them out as they grew. It was a perversion I kept well concealed.

I sometimes wondered if Amy knew of my desire to see her body, because on more than one occasion I felt like she was really teasing me with it. A few years ago when we were babysitting together two younger girls down the street from us, part of the night was to make sure they got their bathes. I know she caught me staring at their tiny frames a couple of times and right after that night she seemed to find a lot of reasons to change in front of me. The little bitch however, never really faced me so that I could see her.

My fingers found their way to Amy’s right tit and my fingers began feeling her softness. After a couple of minutes, I felt her hand covering mine as her nipple grew hard to the touch and I kissed the back of her neck. She turned over and stared at me and I could tell she was still fretful over being considered a lesbian and was probably even harboring a great deal of guilt over what we had done the night before. I went to kiss her on her lips, but she shied away and I let it go.

“Will you two give it a rest? It’s like watching a couple of puppies that just found out about sex.” Michelle had woken when Amy turned to face me and was giving her “enough” grin to us. “Besides, shouldn’t it be my turn by now?”

Amy turned face down and buried her head in the pillow. I remembered how all this had started last night and used the same tactic to placate her emotions. “Better get use to it, Amy. You’re our bitch now. Better get used to getting passed between us.”

Amy lifted her head with a snap to stare at me in disbelief over my statement, but before she buried her head again I saw an odd twinkle mixed in with her look of disgust. It was becoming clear to me that she relied on her reluctance as a crutch to balance her desires against her inhibitions.

Michelle said she was starving and offered to take us out for breakfast, but we needed to shower first. After last night, the need to shower alone fell to the wayside and Michelle grabbed Amy’s hand to tug her along with her. I wasn’t about to be left out of the chance of running my hands over her body again, so I worked with Michelle to coax her into a three-way shower. Our lives were evolving quickly into something other than your run of the mill girls.

Little was spoken of during breakfast other than the pictures, video, and trinkets we had come back with from Mexico; leaving what happened thereafter to our own imaginations. After breakfast, Michelle had to run an errand and that left Amy and I to talk about what had happened between us. We sat in Michelle’s bedroom at her apartment waiting for her return and as the subject turned to how I felt about her, she shriveled up over my being too close to her. I got mad and spun her to face me and then pinned her on the floor. I held her hands over her head and sat on her tummy again, and then I asked, “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to get closer to us.”

She bit her lip and tried turning her head away from me. “I… I… what do you want me to say to you?”

I lifted her wrists and pushed them back to the floor in rage and demanded that she tell me what she wanted.

“I want you, okay? I want to feel the way you make me feel. But, not Michelle! I mean… I don’t know what I mean. I love you both, but you understand what I need. Michelle… I don’t know.” Amy started tearing up and I was puzzled over what she was saying. I leaned over her, forced my face to hers and whispered for her to tell me. She spoke softly as she told me. “I like feeling the way… you know, like last night. But I can’t belong to both of you.”

I sat up to look at her. “Belong to us? You little freak. You want to be our bitch, but you can’t bring yourself to say it, can you?”

She closed her eyes and tears ran down her face. Her head started going back and forth as she slowly said to me, “Not Michelle’s.”

As much as I was happy to hear that this precious little jewel wanted to be mine, I was more puzzled over why she didn’t want Michelle. I asked, “Why not Michelle? I thought we were all best friends? She would be so pissed to suddenly be cut out of our lives.”

Amy cried harder. “It’s not like that. I don’t care what she does to me. I just want to know… I want to know you’re there to care for me like you always have in the past. You understand me better. You knew what I needed last night. Michelle never would have figured that out.”

I kiddingly suggested that we could share her and promptly got floored by her come back.

“I don’t care about that. If that’s what you want, you know what you can get away with, but… I guess I’m trying to say that, she would get too possessive. You wouldn’t make me choose between you and she would.”

I stared at her tear stained face and was finally putting it together. “You want to be mine, but it’s okay if I share you with her?” She nodded with her eyes still closed. “And if I want to share you with someone else?”

Amy slowly spoke in such a halting voice. “I trust you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I don’t care what you do to me as long as you’re the one watching over me.”

I sat back off her and on the floor as I tried to figure out what she was trying to tell me. She couldn’t look at me and I was left wondering what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. I equated her words and actions just as I had acted in Mexico with Pedro and soon it all just came flooding into my mind. As twisted as all this was, I would be an idiot not to take advantage of the situation. But I loved her way too much to blow our friendship, so I knew I needed some straight up answers. I crawled over to her face and nuzzled up against her neck. I purposely didn’t look at her to make it easier for her to answer me.

I told her first that I needed a few short answers to be sure of myself. I asked quietly, “You want to be my property, don’t you?” I received a small nod. “You need to hold on to your reluctance, as sort of a safety net?” Again I received a nod. “And you really want this to be our secret, don’t you.”

I got one last nod from her, but found I needed to ask her one last question to be sure I was reading her right. “You won’t be embarrassed to do as I tell you?”

Her meek and feeble voice said it all. “I will, but if you help me… I’ll do whatever you want.”

We heard Michelle coming back into the apartment then and I quickly asked Amy if she really, really trusted me and she nodded. She begged me not to say anything to Michelle about what we had talked about, and I promised her I would take care of her, and her needs. She did a double take at me over the second part of my remark.

I had to give her one last fair warning of what I assumed she was asking me for, so I told her, “If you think Mexico was embarrassing, wait to you see what I do to you.” I waited for her response and all I got was a dreamy look from her as she looked away when the bedroom door opened.

“Oh, Michelle… just in time!” I blurted out. “First, I call dibs on her. I’ve been thinking about Amy here and I think we’re trying to help her in the wrong way. I was just telling her that I think our little trip to Mexico did her a world of good. I think they helped her find her place in life, and now we have to keep her going in that direction.”

Michelle set her purse down and asked, “What do you mean?” I could see that as I sat on Amy’s stomach still holding her wrists that Michelle flew right back into our domination mode of last night. “You think we should take over running her life for her?”

I answered very quickly, “Exactly! And that’s why I called dibs. I claim the little bitch as mine.” Amy looked every bit as afraid as I would have expected over my open proclamation, but she didn’t say a word. “I think the best way to help her grow and get over her fear of what happened down there is to keep our thumbs on her. You can help if you want, but just remember, she’s mine.”

“That’s not very fair. I liked getting my pussy licked last night just as much as you did. I want her as my slave.” Michelle realized I wasn’t kidding and was making a serious play for Amy as her own.

“I don’t want a slave; I just want to own her ass.” I decided to make this point real well and decided to put my sweat little friend right on the hot spot, here and now. She was going to have to make her choice known from her own lips. “What do you say, Amy? You pick! This is the only time to have any input here, so you choose. You want to trust yourself to me or Michelle? Her slave, or my property?”

I could see she felt betrayed, but I knew the best way to set things straight so that Michelle would simply accept her choice was if she made it herself. I had to prod her several times, but eventually she hung her head to one side, crooked a finger to point to me, and said, “I’m sorry,” to Michelle.

“You little bitch. I thought we were best friends.” Michelle wasn’t really angry and probably already knew what her answer would be. “So, what am I suppose to be, a third wheel?”

“Fuck no,” I retorted, “I’ll need your help in keeping her in line, but just remember that’s she’s mine from now on.”

I got off Amy to let her stand up and watched as she looked towards the floor, but the quick peek she flashed me was as good as a thank you. My way had stung a little, but the rules were quickly set with very little pain. I did want to make Michelle still feel like a part of our union though and decided that she needed something to reinforce that fact.

I told Amy, “I know Michelle likes to see you naked, so make her happy as a consolation and strip butt naked for us.”

She began whining a little so I got closer to her and asked if she needed help. I reiterated my desire very firmly and Amy’s hands went deftly to her shorts to unbutton them. Michelle and I looked at each other and just smiled.

Michelle

It was a weird situation, but I knew why Amy picked Jen. I’ve always known she had a crush on her, so when Jen announced her intentions, I wholly expected Amy’s choice. I knew after last night that things would never be the same between us the second Jen gave me that look. We both saw it in Amy; she needed to be taken, and whether it was what they had done to her in Mexico, or because of what they had brought out of her, it was very obvious that Amy needed something much different from us now. I loved her too much not to give her what she really wanted. After all, I’d been having my own twisted stirrings since I watched my own video.

Watching Amy forced to strip down in front of us was so fucking erotic that my mind flashed back to last night when we found out that she had turned into a craven beast. The girls never knew it, but I had a short affair with a female co-worker a year ago and so I knew what getting eaten out by another girl was like. However, the circumstances that brought about Amy’s face between my legs last night was shear heaven compared to then. Feeling a best friend’s tongue sliding into your most private body part after so many years of knowing her was the wildest, voluntary sex I have ever had.

Jen began cleaning up the mess we had made the night before and that meant putting my precious new goblet into the kitchen. I stared at it when she picked it up, and when she saw me, I got a load of crap from her. She teased me over whether she needed my permission to touch my “special” glass, and then held it up to examine it in front of her eyes. I was the next to get hit by her keen observations.

Jen wondered out loud for my benefit. “Now that we know how much Amy enjoys her remembrances, I wonder if the thought of this glass being full would turn you on?” She came over to the arm of the couch, sat down, and still holding out the glass asked me, “What do you say? Does thinking about your glass get you all sweaty between the thighs?”

I was pissed that she would taunt me like this, but if I had to admit it, her teasing was having an arousing effect on me. But to cover it up and keep what I was thinking as my personal perversion, I went on a counter attack… that proved very thought provoking.

I responded to her with, “Oh, I don’t know. Speaking of being filled up, I wonder if getting the knot of a well hung dog might be a creamy thought for you?”

I expected her to snap at me, but instead she stared even harder at my glass and answered me with, “To be honest, I have thought about that.” She turned to face me directly and asked me quite sincerely, “Tell me the truth. Have you ever wondered what it would be like getting a dog to fuck you? I know how sick that sounds, but… come on. Doing it doggie style with… one?”

The bitch had bested me, and I didn’t want to continue down this road. I called her a sicko and she left for the kitchen. A couple of minutes later when she came back, she still had the glass in her hands and was drying it. I guess she had washed it out and was now looking around the room. I watched as she decided to display the glass like a knick knack on top of my stereo console.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with that?” I asked.

Jen came back to the arm of my couch to sit next to me and answered, “Oh, come on. You know that glass has a lot of special meaning for you. I can see how it gets to you every time you look at it, so leaving it there in plain sight will allow you to get a little… kick every time you see it. I just admitted my secret to you; won’t you admit yours to me?”

I looked away and after several moments I finally admitted that I had thought about the glass many times over the last couple of weeks. I included that I hadn’t been envisioning it as full though, and whether she could read my mind or what, she knew I was lying. In fact, just two nights earlier I had fingered myself over the twisted thoughts of having to empty that thing in front of all those people and the camera. And if I had known that those images were on my video CD, I probably would have been watching that at the time. Whatever it was, Jen knew something about me better than I could hide.

“You know, now that Amy is my bitch, I was wondering about you. Obviously, she showed us how her time in Mexico hadn’t been all of the hellish torture most people would have thought; even us. But look what she took away from it. Now I’m wondering about how maybe you might be a little jealous about our situation.”

I answered with, “I’m not jealous because you claimed her, or she picked you. I sort of expected it to go that way. Besides, you were right; I probably would have just used her as my slave.”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean you must feel like all the attention is on us and you’re being left out. I love you too much to hurt your feelings like that, so I’ll be honest with you. One of the last things I was thinking about last night as I fell asleep was how to include you in on things as we had to Amy.” I looked at Jen as I tried to figure out what she was talking about, but as she went on it became very clear. “I was thinking of getting a few guys together that don’t know you and having them, well, you know… maybe fill your glass for you again.”

Jen flopped over on top of me and grew close to my ear as she asked me, “What do you think? Would you hate me if I set something up like that? I think watching your face as each guy got it a little more full would drive me nuts. I was thinking that we would probably have to tie you down and use a funnel to get you to swallow it, but I bet…”

I pushed her away and called her a freak. That shit just happened to me two weeks ago and I wasn’t about to do a one-eighty that quick on something so disgusting. She continued to tease me over it and just before Amy came out of the bathroom, Jen said one last thing that weighed heavy on my mind.

“Well, say what you will. Someday, and not so long from now, I’m going to make you relive that night in Mexico. You have to find out what you can do now. Amanda even went back for seconds herself and that wasn’t in the safety of the states. Just think about it.”

She had me thinking alright and the perverse thoughts raining down on me were so freaky that I pushed it out of my head.

Jen patted her lap and demanded that Amy, still in the buff, sit on her lap. Amy balked over her gay request and I saw she really didn’t like the new arrangement Jen had set up, but deep down I wondered if the little wench wasn’t getting off on her dear friend bossing her around. Either way, she was soon sitting on Jen’s lap with Jen’s hands feeling up her chest quite openly in front of me. I got hot enough to reach out and began rubbing up her leg to her inner thighs.

Jen had been working on new ideas since she had proclaimed Amy as hers and she wanted to discuss them with us.

“I think Amanda was right. This whole Mexico thing wasn’t as bad for our lives as we thought at the time. It taught us a whole hell of a lot about ourselves that we probably never would have known if not for our little trip down there. I’ve been thinking that we should make the best of it. Like Amy here, facing her fears and now look at her, she’s all mine to play with as I want.”

Amy didn’t like being considered in that way and begged, “Please, I don’t want to do this. I know what you think, but this is so fucking embarrassing for me. I know what I did last night, but…”

Jen retorted, “Shut the fuck up. Your situation has been solved. Accept it.”

I never heard Jen talk to Amy that way, but instead of Amy responding in a “fuck you” manner, she seemed to be satisfied doing as she was told. Was this really the way she wanted things to go down?

Jen continued, “We have these awesome brands that bind us into such a secret sisterhood of secrecy that I think we ought to formalize certain things and use it for our pleasure. Can you imagine guys talking about getting one of the branded girls as his conquest? We’ll be the envy of every other girl around here. They’ll be asking us to see our brands and even how to get into our clique.”

“I like the idea of developing this fucking brand of ours into a sex clique,” I said, “but I could never set up another girl like Amanda did to us. Could you?”

Jen said that if we ever went that far that we would have to properly prepare the girl for what she might go through. And I guess she was right. She also said that we didn’t necessarily have to go that route anyways.

Then Jen did something that made me wonder if I was still as strong as her like I had always felt, or if she was thinking about trying to take control over me just at she had Amy.

“I think with you two as my minions; we could turn this into the most elite and prestigious little club any girl ever joined. I mean, I have Amy as my ever anxious to please girl toy to use as an example, and you as my go to girl to experiment on…”

“Whoa, right there, missy. What do you mean – to experiment on?” I asked.

“You know what I mean.” Jen turned to look at where she had placed my goblet, raised her eyebrows, and said, “Its still there isn’t it?”

I decided to fix that right away and went into the bedroom, rifled through Amy and Jen’s envelopes, and went back to the living room. As they watched on, I placed Jen’s dog collar prominently beside my goblet, and Amy’s plastic remembrance of the actual stun gun they had used on her on the other side of my glass.

I turned to see what Jen had to say now, and always being the one to need the last word she said while looking at Amy, “Notice that she left her glass in the middle? Damn, she’s such a horse licker.”

Amy

Around five o’clock, Jen said she was getting hungry and decided to treat us all to an early dinner. I hadn’t been allowed to dress all day and was glad to finally get my clothes back. I have to admit that walking around the two of them nude all day had been pretty wild to say the least. Getting a quick grab here or there as I passed them was sort of exciting, just as it was somewhat demeaning. All in all, I liked the way Jen took charge over me right away. The embarrassment was out of this world, but I felt comforted by knowing that she was doing just about what I wanted; deep down anyway.

Michelle made me nervous about a couple of things she had said to me while Jen was getting ready to leave. I wondered if she was going to take all this too far when were we out in public. That was one of the biggest reasons I went with Amy when given the choice. The real reason for wanting Jen to handle this new arrangement was much deeper though. I had always sort of had a crush on her and felt safe whenever she was around. I loved her confidence and quick thinking. I knew she would not only protect me, but would be sensitive to my new needs while balancing them out with the desires I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud.

Throughout the day I got a good look at how Jen was setting up our new arrangement, and I have to admit as well that there was something very erotic and titillating to me being thought of and talked about as another girl’s property. Even the way she watched over Michelle as she interacted with me left me assured that both of them would respect certain boundaries. Now that we were going out for the first time, I would get to see just how bad things might get for me.

A half hour later we were sitting in a booth at our favorite dining spot and there was a new waitress serving us. I noticed that she saw I wasn’t wearing a bra, but then I rarely ever did. Michelle noticed her glimpsing at me as well and the second she left she started teasing me about being handed over to the girl for a private date. That was when I fell in love with Jen over her control of me.

“Stop that, Michelle. In private and behind closed doors is one thing, but out in public or when with people outside our clique, I don’t want anyone knowing about Amy.” I smiled meekly at her as she continued. “I don’t want the poor girl to get a complex. Out here she’s just one of us… equal and just as she was yesterday. I don’t want her worrying about everyone knowing what she does in private.”

I bit my lower lip and thanked her softly for setting Michelle straight and then even apologized to Michelle for her not being able to have her way. I was glad when Michelle told both of us that she understood. I really loved her just as much as Jen, and I still wanted her to be part of the stuff at home, but I just wanted to have some miniscule amount of pride around other people.

Over the next week there were a lot of changes for all of us. Jen insisted that she wanted me around more often and I was ordered to move in with her. Her place was barely a room, and Michelle only had the one bedroom, so the two of them decided to get a new apartment together. I say they got it because Jen insisted that it was up to them to take care of me and wouldn’t hear of me paying a share of the rent even though I had a job. I could see Michelle thought Jen was trying to keep me away from her until she asked Jen about sleeping arrangements.

Jen spoke right up and said, “We need more room, but I figured we’d still sleep together in your huge bed like always. I was thinking we could use the extra bedroom as more of a play area.”

I liked the sound of that and tingled deep between my legs. We spent the first Saturday moving all our stuff in and then two things happened that really drove it home to me what moving in together really meant. The first thing was how Jen made a big production out of placing all our trinkets right back on top of the stereo console as they had been at Michelle’s apartment. The next thing showed me a certain permanence that I hadn’t given much thought to. We all went out to eat and were supposed to get drunk, but on our way to the bar we made an unexpected stop in a small shopping mall. I asked what we needed to get and neither of my friends would give me a hint, so I suspected it was about something decadent. I was soooo right.

We headed for a tattoo parlor and instantly I thought that one or all of us were going to get some strange tattoo to secretly associate ourselves together; though I sort of thought the brand did that already. Or perhaps she wanted us to get some weird piercing. However, that was not the plan. I found out rather quickly that I was the focus here. This large burly man came out and asked if I was the one and when Jen said I was, I quickly reminded her under my breath about being out in public.

“Amy,” she said, “We love you just as you are and this will insure one part of you will always stay the same.” She pulled me off to one side and pretended to show me some tattoos on the wall and told me, “I want you to do this for me. If you really don’t want to, I’ll understand, but I love you and think this would be better than wearing a wedding ring for me.”

I wanted to ask her to explain herself, but she grabbed my arm and the man led us through the counter area and into the back room. Jen asked him about locking the door and he said that things like this went on all the time and we would just have to suck it up. I figured right then that I was going to get a ring through my clit which I really didn’t want to do, but I was wrong again.

“Get those shorts and panties off girl,” came from Mr. Burly. “And get your little ass over here on the table.”

I freaked out and quietly told Jen and Michelle, who was giggling over my fear, that I really didn’t want a ring down there. Jen told me I wasn’t getting a piercing, but that the man also did electrolysis. She explained he was going to permanently remove my pubic hair.

I started getting pretty agitated and begged Jen not to ask this of me. I don’t know why I was so worried. I always stayed shaved down there anyway, but this was sort of taking away my option to look mature later on in my life if I wanted. Mr. Burly scared me silly when he slapped the table really hard and I spun to hear him say, “This going to happen, or what?”

I snapped towards Michelle real quick and she was still all giddy, and then I looked at Jen one last time. I knew she wanted me to do this for her, so I gulped real hard once and began unsnapping my shorts. Jen couldn’t have beamed any brighter at my compliance. I looked behind me and asked the man if I really had to take my panties off, or if I wore a gown or what.

He seemed a little put off, set down the tool he had in his hand and said to me, “Look, I do this all the time. I see more snatch in a day then you have in your life. Drop the panties and get over here.”

By the end of his sentence he was calming his voice and I felt a little better about getting nude in front of him. I tugged my panties down my legs and that damn Michelle just had to start hooting over my naked butt. I put my hands over my crotch and walked over to stand in front of the man. He grinned as he asked if he had to work between my fingers. He patted the table beside him again and I jumped up on it to find his face was only inches away from me.

“Woowee!” Mr. Burly made it clear with that one sound that he liked seeing me down there. “I can see why you want to keep the look.” He reached out and pinched my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger as if he had the right. “I can put a cute little stud through this at the same time if you want.”

I pushed his hand off me and let him know I wouldn’t tolerate any piercing at the moment, and then he promptly proceeded to give my mons and vulva a thorough inspection. I hadn’t shaved for a week at Jen’s request, so I had a furry patch just starting to come in. He cleaned the entire area with alcohol, very, very well as if to excess, and then pulled my labia to each side one at a time.

“I’ll start here next time,” he said as he let go of my lips. “Don’t shave anymore at all. I need to see each hair or you’ll wind up looking like a balding forty year old man. I’ll start at the top, here, and work it down even to this cute little piece here.” He managed to slide his finger between my lips once and it was clear he was having a great deal of fun with me.

He sprayed some localized pain killer over the top of my mons and rubbed it in; again a little more thoroughly than probably called for. He looked up at me and asked me one last time before he began if I was sure I wanted the “little girl look” forever.

I looked at Jen, as did he, and nodded my head.

The man turned out to be a real chatter box as he zapped each follicle one at a time, and most of what came out of him was sexual in nature. It turned out that I would need to come back two more times and once more in a couple of months to get the really well hidden strays. It seemed that this area was considered private enough that Jen and Michelle didn’t hesitate to reveal the true nature of our relationships to each other. Several times when I jumped, the man told me to bite my lip and suck it up. He apologized for the electricity that was needed to kill the follicles. I wanted to seep into the floor drain when Jen offered, “That’s nothing! You should see how she likes it at home.”

After about twenty minutes, he needed a break on his eyes and told me to stand and stretch for a moment. The girls wanted to inspect the job and as they had their heads buried between my legs, the man slapped my ass and asked about my brand. Jen spoke up and keeping true to our pledge, made up a story about getting it done on a whim in Mexico. She made no mention of what we had gone through to get them or even that we all had them.

The most embarrassing moment came when a guy and a girl came in for a tattoo and walked right into the back room because they knew the guy. Naturally, Michelle had picked that very moment to tease me and had just grabbed my entire vulva. She just about had a couple of fingers in me as we saw them. I fought to back away from her and the girl apologized for interrupting us. Mr. Burly told the girl that I was there for the same thing as she had asked about, and the next thing I knew, he and Jen were working me around to display what was happening to me. I saw the new guy grew an instant hardon when he got a good look at me and soon his girlfriend even noticed it. He began to apologize for his arousal when Mr. Burly decided to announce that he had had a hardon ever since I dropped my shorts.

After they left and the artist finished what he felt comfortable doing in one sitting, I was ready to leave. But Jen held a hand on my thigh and told me to wait a minute. She bargained a discount with the guy to show him something and whispered into his ear. He smiled and agreed. Jen told Michelle something and I was getting pretty worried. Michelle came up behind me and ran one hand over my crotch and started to play with me. I tried pushing her hand away but Jen told me to behave. Then Michelle’s other hand went under my top and she started showing the guy my tiny girls as she pawed at them. I was really feeling humiliated as Jen came back over to me.

Jen held out her hand and there was my new stun gun. All she said to me was, “Show him!”

I twisted my head to one side, but now I understood what Michelle had been prepping me for and winced. When I reconciled my mind to do as she was asking, I put my feet on the edge of the table, and leaned back into Michelle. I ran the tips of the probes up to my chest, but Jen shook her head. She wanted him to see the big one. I warned Michelle to back away and brought it slowly back down to my newly plucked mons; and then realized I couldn’t just pull the trigger. I had to have some amount of heat going on to be able to do it, so I leaned back and played with myself with one hand while holding the gun in the other. Michelle came around to the front of me to watch, and I worked myself into a small frazzle.

When I realized I was making myself moan, I looked at the man eye to eye, ran the gun over my clit, and when I felt the next wave of pleasure running through me, I pulled the trigger. I never did it this way before or under such a spotlight, the end result was that instead of climaxing, I started peeing. I worked as quickly as I could to stop the flow, but it was right out there. I wanted to die from the embarrassment. I jumped off the table, grabbed the towel he had been using on me, and cleaned up the mess I had made.

Despite being a “bad girl” as Michelle chose to scold me as, Mr. Burly man was aghast at what I had voluntarily done to myself. Jen had told him a bit about our arrangement and now he thoroughly believed her. I figured it was because he was so open minded and had been between my legs and freely feeling me up for the last hour. For some reason he wasn’t judgmental about us at all and it sort of seemed like he felt a little less abusive to me after knowing that. That was quickly displayed when he took a hold of me, backed me up to the table and felt my mons with his fingertips. Before knowing about us, he probably with have fingered me quite thoroughly. Now he seemed to genuinely be trying to inspect his work.

From the tattoo parlor we went to our favorite bar, but our ID’s didn’t work there. It was getting harder and harder for us to get into any bars in the area because of a crack down on bogus ID’s. The girls decided to search out a frat party they had heard about and off we went to the campus. We stopped to ask three guys walking with what appeared to be a bag full of beer, if they knew about the party. Michelle was the one asking them and the guy holding the bag grabbed his crotch and told her, “Right here, baby. Want some of this?”

Michelle tapped Jen’s leg to get her to move on, but she just grinned back at her. After a moment of hearing several other invitations of sex come through the window, Jen asked her, “Should we run back and get your glass?”

Michelle didn’t think her teasing was amusing, and even less of what Jen did next. Jen leaned over to ask the boldest guy if he wanted a quick blowjob. Michelle threw daggers at her with her eyes, but that did nothing to stop her. When the guy got closer to the car, she told him that if he whipped it out right there and got close to the window that Michelle would suck him off if he were quick about it. Naturally, the horn dog immediately started to pull his pants down just enough to get his cock out. When I saw it, I thought I wouldn’t have minded giving him head. It was nicely thick, not too long, and totally rigid; my favorite shape for a boy-pop.

When he grew really close to the car and Michelle began getting verbal over her dissent, Jen stepped on the gas and left the guy holding his dick in his hand. I realized instantly that this was a typical Jen move, but Michelle hadn’t taken it as funny. At first she thought Jen was really setting her up, but she should have known I was the toy of this group. Jen had never liked overly horned out boys before and this was just another slap at them.

We drove around looking for the party for another half hour before being pointed to it. Michelle wasn’t so anxious to go inside since Jen had begun teasing her over “turning” her out just to refresh her tastes of Mexico. I tried calming her down outside of the car while Jen used the mirror to fix her hair, and Michelle confessed that she wasn’t so mad at Jen as she was at herself. She admitted to me that having a cock waved in her face had somewhat ignited something in her that she didn’t want Jen to know about. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I simply added that I thought the guy had a great specimen of cock and wanted to lean forward to take a taste of it myself. She called me a slut and we both giggled nervously.

Michelle began whispering to me and asked if I thought Jen was kidding when she would talk about making her, her second bitch. At first I poopoo’d it away, but on second thought I had seen a change in the way she was treating her. I told her she had nothing to worry about, but there was something in Michelle’s face that intrigued me. I wasn’t so sure that she didn’t want to join my side of the coin.

We made our way to the party and soon had cups of beer in our hands. Every time a guy would hit on me, Jen would step in and send him on his way. “Hey, I know what you’re thinking, but we’re not at home now.” I told her. “If I like a guy, I might still just want to get together with him.”

Jen smiled and told me that she knew that and how she knew I still liked guys, but she told me that she knew I didn’t really like any of the guys that had hit on me; and strangely enough, she was right. As far as the guys that hit on Michelle, she seemed quite encouraging towards any of them. In fact, it appeared that she was earnestly trying to help Michelle get laid. Now that was normal! Every time we went out, it seemed like Michelle would find her a quick fuck and we would be hanging around waiting for her to finish getting her jollies. When it came to Jen, well she seemed the most discriminating of all of us. She always needed a bulky guy to swoon over, but even then the guy would have to be rather overbearing to win her over.

“Oh, my god,” I thought. That fit right into what had happened to her in Mexico so right. That crap wasn’t nothing new to her desires of a man; it had been right up her alley. That masochistic slut!

Michelle was definitely on the hunt for a “stiff” friend, as we called her prey, so Jen and I wandered around on our own. She stood a better chance of finding her a guy if we weren’t hanging onto her. We made our way outside and into the backyard and were talking it up with a couple of guys. The subject turned to tattoos and eventually, Jen told them about our brands. They seemed disbelieving of them and after telling them a little about them and a fake story of how we had gotten them, she offered to show them; but with me.

At first she just told me to show then my brand, but when I didn’t want to bare my ass with forty guys hanging around, she came over to me. She grabbed my arms to spin me around and then I felt her pushing my shorts and panties down enough to give the boys a very good look at my ass. One guy took a close up look at it and declared it a rub on tattoo and wet his fingers to rub it off. Jen held me still and didn’t seem to mind a guy rubbing my ass at all.

“You fucking sluts!” I heard from behind me. “Get the fuck away from our guys.”

I turned around to see two girls with cups in hand walking menacingly towards us in fight mode. I began apologizing profusely as I tugged my clothes back up and Jen told them that the guys just wanted to see our brands because they hadn’t believed that we had them. At first they didn’t understand, or care to, but as the guys worked to simmer them down they began questioning our “tattoos” as well. So, again Jen coerced me into putting my ass on display to placate the girls and again, my ass was getting felt to see if it was indeed real.

The taller girl responded with, “That’s not a real brand. A real brand is done with a red hot iron. There’s no way in hell you would let a guy do that to you.”

Jen fired back while baring her own ass, “Then what the hell you think made these? You can plainly see they aren’t tattoos.”

Suddenly, they all seemed to accept what they were and the girls wanted to know if we were gay for having the same exact brands. Thankfully, Jen told them right off that it had nothing to do with being gay. Whew! But then she began weaving a story about how the brand meant something very special. I was intrigued waiting to hear what lie she was about to come up with to mess with them.

“These are real brands we got for doing a big time drug dealer in Mexico a favor. He branded us to insure that no Mexicans would ever bother us, because now we’re considered part of his posse; owned by him. They’re very prestigious down there you know.”

I bought her story even knowing it was a lie. And our audience sucked every word of it right up. I was having fun just listening to Jen.

The girls were immediately intrigued with her story and wanted to know how it was done to us, what significant benefit that the brands held, and mostly, how we thought about being “owned” by some drug dealer.

Jen fired back with, “He’s not just some drug dealer; he’s a big one. He’s a fucking millionaire and with these we can walk right past his body guards if we want to. Before we left Mexico, a couple of girls saw us checking them out in the bathroom of a bar and they nearly screamed running away from us. We were told that even cops wouldn’t bust us if we let them know who owned us.”

Jen looked over at me with such a straight face. “But getting them isn’t so easy. Evidently, they were heating up the irons as they got us wasted, and then we were led out to the stables at his mansion. I have to admit that when they told us we were going to get branded, we screamed like hell. It took four guys to hold us down as they punched that fucking thing into our asses, but if you move then you fuck up the lettering. They warned us that a clear brand meant that we had done it with great pride and it would hold a greater significance that way.”

One of the guys asked us what favor we had done for the drug dealer and she told them that we were sworn to secrecy over such matters. I was beginning to feel so… elite, in an evil way.

The girls seemed skeptical that they were brands again and I began adding to Jen’s story about just how fucking badly it hurt and then they seemed to believe us. I voluntarily dropped my shorts again and allowed them to examine the logo up close. The guys had to have raging erections as they watched their girls each running their fingers over my ass roughly to denote the actual burn and ever so slight indentation.

And just as Jen had predicted, the girls instantly wanted to know how they would go about getting such brands. Jen horrified them with suggestions over running drugs as mules, turning tricks as prostitutes for a week, or even driving a get away car for a drive by to get on our owners list of branded “cattle”. Jen was in heaven holding our prestigious brands over these dimwitted girls’ heads.

We were soon walking around the party again and Jen grabbed three new beers for us. She said we had to find Michelle to give her the beer we had for her, but before going very far, she set the drink on a picnic table. I watched her pull out a small baggie that had a few pills in it and wondered what the hell she was doing. When she took out one of the pills and dropped it into the cup meant for Michelle, I saw it was one of the pills that our captors had sent her in the mail.

“What are you doing? You can’t give her that beer now,” I screamed.

Jen smiled and tugged me over to a quiet area of the back yard and said, “It’s only one just to loosen her up. I don’t like the way she’s been bossing you around and even the way she berated you at the tattoo parlor. I just want her on a more level ground with you.”

“Why,” I asked? “What are you going to do to her?”

Jen backed me up to a tall fence behind me, got real close to me and told me, “You know how she feels about her glass. She wants to relive a little of what she went through, and you know it as well as I do. I’m not going to hurt her; just remind her that she’s one of us as an equal.”

Some part of me understood what she meant, but since Michelle was much larger than me, I begged her not to tell her I knew about anything up front. Jen assured me that she wouldn’t and that she wouldn’t leave her alone after giving her the pill. We headed off to find her and she was naturally upstairs near the bedrooms. It turned out that she hadn’t gone off with anyone yet, but there were two guys talking to her in the hallway that proved very interesting.

“Hey guy’s,” Michelle called out. “This is Freddie and Mike, and they go to school here as seniors. What are you up to?”

Jen handed her the beer and in our secret language asked if she had had any luck yet getting a “stiffee”. I wanted to stop her when I saw Michelle chugging down the beer, but I trusted Jen with my own body, so I wasn’t too worried over what she might do to our friend. I looked at my watch and figured it took about fifteen or twenty minutes for the pills to work on me, so I figured that by midnight I would know what Jen had planned for her. In the mean time, we seemed to attract a small crowd of males looking to score with all of us. Jen was obviously stalling to give the pill time to kick in, and after a while gave me a nod to suggest it was time to pick a guy to get lucky with before leaving. I had been talking to a fairly cute guy that seemed a bit overly perverse in his like of petite girls, and Jen had been allowing a grunge-type dude hit on her with a wave of come-ons.

I looked over at Michelle and saw her eyes were beginning to glaze over and she had two guys next to her seemingly thinking they had a girl about to become their victim of drunkenness. Jen pardoned herself away from her guy and went over to whisper something to each of the two guys. I don’t know what she said to them, but they grew instantly excited and one of them left. I watched as he went down to the end of the hallway and called back to his friend. He had apparently found an empty bedroom.

Jen crooked her elbow into Michelle’s and began guiding her along with the guy next to her towards the end of the hallway. She nodded for me to follow and I grabbed my guy to accompany me. It was a rarity for even two of us to share a room while hooking up, but Jen motioned all seven of us into the room. Michelle was becoming a bit nervous since she appeared to have two guys fawning over her, but the pill was quickly wearing down her apprehension.

I was rather horny after everything I had gone through all day, so I pulled my date off to the side and allowed him to back me into the wall to begin making out. His hands went right under my top and I thought he would cum right then as he massaged my little girls. Jen began enticing her guy onto one of the two beds and Michelle wasn’t allowing her “guys” much leeway at all. I felt evil allowing this to go on, but when I saw Jen suddenly stand up and head for the three of them, I knew whatever she had planned was about to happen.

Jen began pulling Michelle’s top over her head and she seemed incapable of even wanting to stop her. She probably thought it was one of the guys doing it to her. With her tits, nicely hanging tits, on display, the guys would have done anything Jen asked to get at her. I pushed my guy away from me and went over to find out what was going on. He was more than a little put off by my abrupt action and followed me.

Jen ran her hands around to grab Michelle’s boobs in her hands and was gently coaxing her onto her knees. I knew right then by everything Jen had told me, what she was planning on doing to our friend. She was going to put her in her place; so to speak. I was already steaming and seeing Michelle hanging out like she was didn’t help me control my need for a nasty bit of sex to happen, so when Jen had Michelle on her knees, I could only watch what she was doing to her.

“So, guys,” as Jen ran her hand up to squeeze Michelle’s mouth into an inviting cavity, “who wants to go first?”

I was shocked that she was being so blatant, but when one of the guys stood right up and dropped his pants to reveal a nice little peek of meat, I was mesmerized but what was about to happen before my eyes. Michelle was barely aware of what was going on, and didn’t seem to have the ability to stop it. As the guy held his cock out to meet her lips, Jen actually helped arrange Michelle’s mouth for his use. After the guy took her head in his hands, I went nuts with heat and Jen stood up. I love sucking cock myself, so I was somewhat wishing I was the one on my knees. The feel of a boy holding my head in place as he worked himself off was one of my favorite forms of sex.

We had all formed a circle around Michelle and her benefactor, and both Jen’s and my guy were trying to get from us what their classmate was getting. I was about to go on my knees right there so I could watch Michelle performing when I heard Jen offer her guy a blowjob, too. However, she told him if he wanted one that he would have to wait his turn at Michelle. I smiled a wicked smile at what Jen was doing and turned to offer the same terms to the guy I was with. He began begging me to give him a blowjob instead, but Jen quickly spoke up and said how this was all about Michelle. With that she bent to one knee and reached around Michelle’s body as it was getting bumped backwards, and undid her skirt to bare her ass. When she had her panties off her ass, she stood up and pointed to her brand.

Jen’s guy bent over and read it out loud for the other guys and then Jen pulled her shorts and underwear down to proudly display her brand. I took her lead and dropped my clothes to show my brand as well, and Jen told everyone how we were sisters in a very special clique. All the boys understood right then that we were somehow jumping her into an action and conceded to waiting their turns to use Michelle’s mouth. I was so fucking horny watching her getting used like that that I shoved my hand into my shorts and began frigging myself right there.

When the guy was clearly about to get off, Jen gave him orders to make sure he buried himself in her mouth to force his cum right down her throat. Hearing that, Michelle reacted to it and began fighting his attempt to hold her head in place a little, but she was too far gone to have any real deterrent effect on the guy. My guy saw me playing with myself and began manipulating my girls under my top between his fingers. As the time grew closer, I begged him to work my nipples harder. Jen was grinning from ear-to-ear.

First, the guy grunted loudly, telling us all that he was cumming; and then Michelle made the typical gurgling noises of a girl being force fed a direct diet of sperm. The guy seemed like a pro in this situation and when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, it was clean and nothing was left to drool from of her lips. The second guy that had been waiting for his turn stepped right up and lifted Michelle’s chin back into the air as Jen and I both got right into frigging ourselves over Michelle’s predicament.

The second guy barely took a full minute to fuck himself off using her mouth as a pussy, and I had a nice little climax as I watched him relieving himself deep in her mouth. Jen looked my way and I grabbed my guys’ hands away from my tits and told him to “go ahead, get your turn”. He seemed a little confused, but the next thing I was watching was my guy holding Michelle by her bangs and working his cock between her lips. I couldn’t believe that I was so willingly becoming a part of her torture and humiliation, but my own heat was driving me into full approval.

I went over to Jen and her guy and said, “She’s going to be so mad at us for doing this to her.”

All Jen did was smile and reply with, “But now she’ll know who’s the boss.” She turned to me and added, “Right?”

I decided that even though I was no longer at the bottom of the hierarchy myself, I gave Jen her deserved due and responded with, “Yes, ma’am!”

I watched my guy fucking away at her for several minutes and suddenly the door to the bedroom flew open. Jen and I were surprised to see that no one had locked the door; and even more surprised to see that the girl and guy standing there had been some of the one’s we had told our branding story to earlier. They started to back out when they seemed to catch on to what was going on. After all, only one girl appeared to be having sex in a fairly full room.

“She’s pulling a train, man. Want to get your freak on with her?”

I looked across to the other bed and saw that the first guy that had used her was inviting the new guy to take a turn with Michelle. I expected fireworks to blow up, but instead the girl seemed just as fixed at the sight of Michelle being used in such a nasty way as I was, and then told her boyfriend that it was alright and that she would love to watch him fucking a whore’s face.

Poor Michelle was going to have her fill at Jen’s hands, and mine too I guess. The new girl came over to stand with Jen and I just as my guy was finishing up. He squealed in such a funny manner when he got off that I felt a little embarrassed that he had almost fucked me instead.

“Is she swallowing for all of them,” came from the new girl?

Jen answered, “She hasn’t got much choice.” Then, she pointed to Michelle’s right ass cheek to point out that she was one of us.

The girl got all hyper and said, “Damn, you girls are freaky. How do I get into this club again?”

Jen and I stared at each other and I could tell she was growing an evil side to her that was unlike anything I had ever seen in her before. Then again, here I was standing right next to her, helping her to abuse our dearest friend.

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