4 comments/ 89377 views/ 27 favorites Cindy's Slut Ch. 01 By: Bastinado CHAPTER 1 THE BEGINNING The first time that I saw her was at the fraternity party. She was about 5'4" with long blonde hair. Her tight 501 jeans clung tightly to her heart shaped ass. As I stared at her, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off that cute tight ass. Then she turned ever so slightly to her left and looked over her shoulder into my eyes. Immediately I was transfixed by the smile she flashed at me. Bright red lips, pearly white teeth, a small impish nose, and a round face with big seductive blues eyes. From the back, the appearance she gave has give me was that of her blonde Swedish ancestry, but as I now gazed into her eyes, her face betrayed her mix of oriental and Caucasian ancestors. She was standing in a small group of girls and guys, laughing and drinking tequila. I later learned that tequila was just one of her vices. I also learned that her laugh was as wicked as it was infectious. At the time, I was a junior in college and pretty full of myself. I was 21years-old, six-foot tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had always been an athelet, previously in high school, and here in college. Between track and field, wrestling, and weight lifting, I was (as the song said) "like a rock". So, without any hesitation, I drowned a shot of whiskey and walked over to her. We hit it off immediately. As we talked and traded information, we downed a few more tequila shooters. As I gazed down at her, I couldn't help but notice her great tits. They looked perfect, full and firm with nipples that pushed out against her blouse like pencil erasers. When I drug my eyes back up to her face, she just smiled and took my hand. She guided me over to a couch in the corner and crawled into my arms. Within a matter of minutes, we were over in the kissing and fondling each other. I wasn't sure whether it was the tequila or if she was just one of those hot horny fucking coeds, but I wasn't taking the time to think about it. With my tongue deep in her mouth, my hands were feeling her breasts. As the buttons to her blouse popped open, I slide my fingers into into her bra and felt her nipples. She has on a nice white satin and lace bra that nicely cupped her tits. As I ran by hands over those two firms globes, I found that they were as nice as they had first looked. Now most girls that I had "known", fell into one of two "bra categories". Either they had tits that they thought were too small and they padded their bras, or they had big tits that sagged and used their bras to give them lift. Few girls had those perfect breasts - the ones that just were a firm and round, sitting high on the chest, with pointy nipples, pink areolas and that extending from cleavage to armpit. Cindy was definitely one of those rare finds! As for Cindy, she was a girl that knew what she wanted. By the time that I had my hands in her blouse, she had her hand in my pants. As we stroked each other, it became clear that we needed to move this to somewhere more private. She stuck her tongue in my ear, licked it lightly and then told me to zip up. As I struggled to get my pulsating erection back in my shorts and down one pant leg, she was buttoning up her blouse. Oblivious to those around us, we weaved toward the door to the hall. She was stuck to me, hip to hip, with her hand firmly on my ass. She left no doubt that she was ready to fuck. We went upstairs and used a room of one of my frat brothers. No sooner did we have the door close behind us, and then she began tearing at my shirt. I tried to take her blouse off at the same time, but she firmly grabbed my hands. "Stop" she said. I stood there in confusion, what the fuck? Had I read all the signs wrong? She firmly pushed my arms to my sides and said "you first". With that big beautiful smile she proceeded to take my clothes off. As she removed my shirt she began licking my skin. She traced her tongue down my chest to my nipples. Her breath was hot and grew faster. Her licking changed to sucking, then light biting - all the time she was making this low, deep moaning sound. Now, I had sucked plenty of female tits, but this was the first time that one of them had sucked mine. I went nuts. I had no idea that it would feel so sensuously. My knees literally began to buckle. My cock was so hard it hurt. As it pressed against the pants, I could feel the zipper cutting into the tender flesh of the head. Then, a quick hard bite on my left nipple and I felt my legs go out from under me. At the same time that she bit my nipple she grabbed my crotch and pushed me down onto the bed. She opened my belt with a quick flick of one hand and pulled down my zipper with the other. Then she grabbed the pants at my waist and told me to raise my ass. A couple of tugs and my pants were on the floor. I felt slightly dazed, I guess it was the combination of the booze and the sexual onslaught. While I certainly wasn't objecting to what was going on, this was all quite a change for me. By this time in college, I had fucked my fair share of girls. I was a good-looking guy, confident, and had a great build. It was never much of a problem to find a willing pussy to bury my dick into. My cock was 9-inches long and 8-inches in circumference. My typically mode-of-operation was to fuck on top. I loved to drive my cock in deep. I was long enough that I could bottom out most girls' pussies. My cock was thick enough that (and the girl's pussies young and tight enough) that I always got a tight fuck. I usually didn't waste too much time on foreplay. Most girls had wet panties and dripping snatches after the first few minutes of sucking on their tits and fingering their twats. It was usually just a matter of grabbing their ankles, pulling their legs up over my shoulders and hammer driving my cock in as far and as deep as it would go. After a few minute of making sure that they knew they we getting fucked, I would slow down and play around. Fucking their pussies from side to side, pulling almost all the way out and then making them beg me to slam it back in, building a tempo and then changing pace.... whatever I felt like at the time...whatever was fun. Nothing I liked better that fucking fast to some hard rock song...pounding some poor pussy until she begged me to stop. But this was different. Here I lay, my cock stuck up tight against my short, cum oozing out wetting my shorts! I started to say something, when Cindy smiled and placed a finger against her lips..."Shhhhh" For a moment she just stood there with that wicked smile, looking me up and down. Then she slowly licked her lips and began to remove her clothes. Better than any strip joint strip tease that I ever say. Button by button, until the blouse was gone. The she moved her hands to her tits...squeezing them up and together...as she threw her head back...tossing her long blonde hair...with a soft catlike moan coming from deep in her throat. Next came the jeans...again button by button...then slowly snaking them side to side off her hips. As they passed her thighs, she dropped them to the floor and kicked them away with her foot. There was sheen of sweat all over her body. Her body seemed to shimmer and pulsate, as her breathing came short and husky. Her panties matched her bra, shiny satin with lacy trim along the waist that then trailed down around the legs. The crotch of her panties was obviously wet, with the material sticking in the slit of her cunt and molded to her swollen pussy lips. She paused again, standing there...licking her lips...her smile becoming a feral look of hunger. She moved forward and grabbed the waist of my underwear. She yanked them down; tearing at the material...giving no thought to my stiff cock as it first caught and then sprang away from the material. She took the shorts and place under her nose. She inhaled deeply and then stuck her tongue forward into them...catching the cum that had accumulated in the crotch. She dropped the shorts and began to remove her bra. Grabbing the clasp that lie in front between the two cups, she popped the clip and then slowly pulled the two cups outward. I could see the tan lies left from her summer bikini. The contrast of the bright white satin bra...the white of the skin in the tan lines...and the brown of her skin...I needed to touch those tits! As I began to sit up, she tore the bra off and threw it in my face..."Stop, if you want to fuck me, stop and do as I say!"..."Lay back down, NOW!" I hesitated, but then lay back. She smiled ..."Good boy". She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled the panties off. She reached down between her legs and stuck her finger up her cunt. She pulled the finger out and traced the juices across her lips. Quickly she dove on top of me and kissed me. I could taste the sweet juice from her pussy as she mashed her lips on my. The heady aroma of pussy filled my nose. She continued to kiss me hard, until I began to get light headed. As if sensing I was at the edge, she pulled back...smiled again...and then slide down my body. As she snaked her tongue down my chest and stomach, she sought my cock with her hand. Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock, she began to suck the tip. First wrapping her lips around the head and glands, she stuck the tip of her tongue in the slit of my cock. Then she forced my cock back up against my stomach and began to suck and lick the underside of the cock. Up and down...from the head to my balls...like a kid with a lollipop. All the time she was squeezing and kneading my ball. After coating my cock in her saliva, she took my balls in her mouth...first one then the other. She sucked on them just hard enough to elicit a moan from me. Hearing me moan, she laughed and called me a whore. She rose up and French kissed me again. I could taste the salty tang of my own cum on her tongue as she jammed it into my mouth and began to probe. By this time I wanted nothing more that to fuck her hot wet cunt! I tried to rise again, but was met with resistance. I was surprised by the strength in this little 5-foot nothing piece of ass. Roughly, she grabbed me by the hair and told me again that I was a whore. She said, "Whores do what they're told, and I'm telling you to eat me!" Slamming my head back down on the bed, she quickly placed her two knees on my shoulders. Using her legs to pin me down, she spread her thighs and forced her cunt onto my face. For a moment I couldn't breath, and what air I did get was poignant with her smell. A combination of odor that reminded me of tuna fish, sweat, tequila and roses . I gasp as she ground her cunt into my face...rubbing her clit on my nose...smearing her labia on my mouth. "Eat me bitch...you whore...you fucking cock!"...as she thrust down on my mouth. As she forced her cunt onto my mouth she slide off my nose and I caught some air. "Stick your tongue in me...lick my clit...fuck me you whore!... Now, as I said before, I had eaten my share of pussy. Mostly it was a means to get some fucking pussy wet enough to stick my dick into. This was different. This cunt was demanding that I eat her...I had no choice.... and suddenly, I like it... This blonde babe was fucking me...and I was her whore! I loved the taste of her juices running down my throat...running down my neck and chest. I thrust my tongue up into her pussy, seeking that nub of her clit between the folds of her pussy lips. The more she moaned...the more she talked dirty to me...the more she demanded...the more I tried to give. As she writhed above me, the sweet juices from her pussy coated my dry throat. I felt her clamp her legs against my face, squeezing my ears...as she began to cum. I sucked...I licked...I thrust my tongue into her until my jaw hurt...and still she came. She was great! Crying, swearing, ramming her hips forward onto my mouth...as her orgasm racked her tiny frame...her juices changed...sweeter...thicker...flowing into me. She sat upon my face. Ragged breathing, heaving breasts, covered with sweat, leaned her hands upon the wall. Slowly, rocking back and forth upon my mouth and tongue, her long blonde hair hanging down over me, I heard small whimpering moans coming from her. After a few moments, she said, "Good boy, you are such a whore!" During all this, I had endured the awful pain of a ragging erection. My cock was so hard it hurt. While eating her pussy, I had been so involved that my cock was secondary...just thrusting into the air as I ate her out. Now I refocused on my cock. So did she... If it was 9-inches before, it felt like 12-inches now. I swear, I had never been this hard...it throbbed...it pulsated...the head was coated with a layer of cum that oozed from its slit. She slide back to sit on my thighs. I began to sit up. Now was my turn to fuck this hot pussy until she couldn't walk. I wanted her...I wanted to fuck...I needed to fuck...if I didn't fuck I was going to go crazy...I was so hard, I needed it so bad, I could have driven my cock through a brick wall.... ARRRRRHHHH. I rose to my elbows and attempted to roll her off onto her back. Much to my surprise, she slapped my face and said, "Back off bitch. I fuck on top". The slap wasn't hard, just enough to shock me...but, it showed...she looked at the surprised look on my face she began to laugh. "What's wrong, haven't figured out yet that you're my fucking whore...that's my fucking cock...and I'm fuck you...lay back and enjoy it, bitch". She raised her hips up, and again with the wicked smile, impaled herself on my cock.. What could I do? What could I say? She had me. All I wanted to do was fuck and I would have done anything to fuck. When I felt her jam her pussy down onto my ragging hard on, I went wild. I thrust up from the bed...I grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto my cock...I couldn't get in deep enough...I couldn't fuck hard enough. She rode me...controlling the tempo...controlling the depth...controlling the fuck...kaggling my cock with her pussy. First she rode me fast and hard...then she slowed...she was driving me crazy. "Fuck me, or fuck me..." the words rolled from me. Squeezing my cock...riding me...thrusting her hip forward and back..."Beg me whore...tell me you're my slut...tell me you're my whore...beg me to fuck you bitch!" I had not choice...I wanted no choice...I only want to fuck her...to be fucked by her...I was reduced to a cock...and I would have said anything...done anything...just to fuck! "Please fuck me...please...I'm a whore...you're slut...you're bitch...fuck me...please just fuck me...." She slapped me again...harder this time...but I was beyond feeling pain...I was just a cock. She increased her pace...slamming her cunt up and down on my cock...juices running down my balls...between my legs...down my ass crack. I felt the head of my cock rammed against her cervix...bottoming out in the depth of her pussy...her clit riding the ridge of my cock head...grinding down on my public hair. Then I came...that indescribable feeling of cumming...the sweat pain as you feel it explode from your ball, through you cock and up, out into that hot, tight fucking cunt. Shot after shot as it jizmed into her, she had her second orgasm. Her cunt clamped down on my cock...she went stiff...then arced her back and screamed...it felt as if her cunt were sucking my life through my sperm into her...into her cunt. We got dressed. I was floating in a haze. I thought...what the fuck just happened...and... that was the best damn fuck I've ever had. I was hooked. She looked at me and smiled. She had me and she knew it. I took her back downstairs to find the friends that she had come with. I asked if we could get together tomorrow. She just smiled. She gave me her telephone number and told me to call her. I could hardly wait... Cindy's Slut Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Conversion Cindy and I had been dating, well let's be honest...fucking, for about three months. School had ended about a month ago and I was just a dog in heat, following at her heels, sniffing at her cunt, licking her hand, her toes, her ass...but licking mostly her incredible, edible cunt. She was making me her pet, training me like a dog...like the dog I was...like the dog she wanted. On the fourth of July, and we had decided to go to the lakes. In Minnesota, the term "going to the lakes" meant going to one or more of the 10,000 lakes that dotted the state. We had a few lakes in mind that met her criteria for a place to spend the long holiday. She said we needed to find some place quiet, preferably isolated. After cruising around a couple of different lakes, we settled on a small semi-developed one. The lake was about 2 miles long and 1/2 mile across. There were no resorts or parks on the lake, just a dozen couple of private cabins down at the one end. We found a dirt road that ran back through some woods, ending in a sandy little beach. When we had packed for the trip, we had loaded plenty of clothes and supplies. I though that Cindy was packing a bit too much for just a three day vacation. Granted, women usually pack twice what they need, but this seemed even more than that level. But, being the thoroughly pussy whipped dick that I was, I did as I was told and loaded the stuff. The first day at the beach was heavenly, bright sun, no people, just Cindy and I. We spread our towels out on the sand, broke open the tequila, cut up the limes, and rolled a few fat joints. We greased up with oil, making sure to cover all the exposed skin, teasing each other with a few chosen rubs of the oil under and around the swimsuits. Cindy was always reminding me to keep her bikini on her tan lines. She like the contrast of the bikini lines left on her bronze body, mostly so that I could trace those tan lines with my tongue during sex play. By the end of the day, we had a good tequila and pot buzz. As the sun went down we sat and watched the stars come out. After a long day of the teasing sex play, the tequila, and the pot we were pretty horny. With little delay, we climbed in the van where we shed our clothes and got down to fucking like animals. Cindy was just definitely one of those girls that liked to explore sex. She loved kinky sex, especially when she had a "chill" on from a day of good tequila and pot. With a good buzz and no inhibitions and the operative word was "fucking". We didn't have many clothes to shed, as I dropped my swim shorts and she stripped off her bikini. The moonlight through the van windows was enough to highlight our tans, her bikini lines and my Speedo lines. We took a few more shotguns from the bong, downed a few more shots of tequila, and started to squeeze limejuice onto each other. Cindy was petite little spinner, wide between the legs and with a incredibly tight cunt. Cindy was also very oral. She loved sucking and eating cock, almost as much as she liked having her pussy sucked and eaten. When I first met Cindy, she had shaped her pubic hair into a tuff above her pussy shaped like a little heart. Over the next few months, as she trained me to be her pussy eating bitch, she took to shaving her entire pubic area clean. Visually, her shaved pussy looked like a little girl's cunt. Eating her smooth hairless twat was like licking a virginal Lolita. Not only was her shaved pussy very seductive looking, but being hairless it eliminated any problem of getting hair in my teeth. Cindy loved fucking on top. I guess it was a manifestation of her being in control. We did fuck in almost every possible configuration, but sitting astride me like some crazed Valerie as she rode my cock was always her favorite position. Cindy knew that I liked being on top, "power fucking" her cunt. When I power fucked, I had her on her back, with her ankles above my shoulders, her ass raised up on a pillow, and me just hammering her cunt. I loved the feeling of having my 9-inch boner slamming into her, bottoming out in her vagina. It was always such a turn on to have that little blonde spinner thrusting her nubile shave pussy up toward my cock...moaning and pleading to "please, please fuck me." However, from the beginning of our relationship, Cindy had made it clear that when we fucked, we fucked for her satisfaction first. Only when she was satisfied (or when she wanted to manipulate me) would she pull me on top and "beg" me to fuck her. Since she was such a seductive fuck, I didn't complain. If she needed me to eat her pussy for hours, or for her to sit astride me an ride my cock from on top, then no problem. As long as I got to power fuck her in the end (no pun intended), it was all good. Once in the van, Cindy lay on her back and pulled a pillow up under her ass. Great I thought, "power fucking time". Pot always made me horny as hell. With a good buzz, I could ride her for hours, ramming my nine inches of hot, pulsating meat into her hot, wet snatch. As I spread her legs and moved between her thighs. I would fuck this pussy until she couldn't walk. She smiled at me with a wicked grin add said, "stop Slut." Moving her ankles to just above my hips, she squeezed her legs and held me in place. She reached over into the adjacent cooler and took out a tub of cool whip. With a twinkle in her eyes, she opened the container and began to spread the white cream all around her cunt. First she spread the cream all over her vulva. Then she pushed the outer lips apart and spread it onto her labia. Then she drove a finger full up of cream deep up into her cunt. Finally, she placed a dab of the cream on the nub of her clit. "Eat me slut," she demanded. I gazed down at her sticky sweet cunt, and without a second thought, I dove in. She wanted me to feast on her cunt, and that's exactly what I did. I licked, I sucked, I bit...I ate her cunt. The smell and the taste of her creamy shaved pussy was heavenly. The smooth soft pussy lips slide between my lips. The sweet fragrant juices ran from her cunt into my hungry mouth. She moaned and begged be to eat her. I had to fight to keep my mouth on her writhing, thrusting hip. As I thrust my tongue up onto her clit, she cried and she. Her pussy cum mixed with the sweet whipped crème, coating my face and neck. As her climax built her cunt juices flowed copiously. I lapped and swallowed hard as the thick white creamy cunt mixture washed down my throat. She came and came...so hot...so fucking hot. I eat her. I was in love with her. She had me hooked on her sex. She was the best fuck I had ever had. She was all I could ever want. About an hour and four cunt creaming orgasms later, it was my turn. Covered with sweat, cool whip, and pussy juice, I was poised between her legs. I ran my 9-inch cock up and down her pussy lips, spreading her juices over her shiny cunt. Slowly, I pushed the head in between her labia. She moaned and spread her legs wider. I towered above her, slowly moving the mushroom head up and down against her clit. Her moans quickly changed to throaty whimpers, as she raised her hips up trying to push more of my cock into her cunt. I toyed with her, matching the rocking thrusts of her hips, always just keeping the tip of my cock between her pussy lips. She began to beg me to penetrate her," fuck me... stick you cock in me...fuck me!" I looked down upon her. Her long blonde hair cascaded across her shoulders and onto her pert breasts. Her nipples were hard and protruding, like pencil erasers. Her breathing was broken and labored. Her voice was raspy and pleading. I smiled and said to her, "You can do better than that. Beg me like you really want it." "Please, please," she said. "Oh, please give it to me" "Give you what?" I replied. "Give my you cock. Give me your hard fucking cock. Give it to me NOW. FUCK ME WITH YOU COCK. FUCK ME...PLEASE," she cried. Always the gentleman, I complied. With one long trust, I rammed the length of my cock into her cunt. Deep and hard, hitting bottom of her vagina. She cried, "ARRRHHH!" I smiled down upon her. Pulling all the way out until the tip of my cock was again just between her pussy lips, I teased her clit. "PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE," she begged. Again, I thrust all the way into her cunt...my pelvis grinding into her clit. I stayed deep inside of her, and lifted her body with my cock. I grabbed her hips and began to do small circles with my cock, grinding against her clit. As I rotated my cock inside her cunt, I continued to slam my weight against her pelvis, thrusting with my hips. As I slammed my cock into her cunt, I drove her across the floor of the van. When her head hit the back of the passenger seat, she became wedged. Then, with her pinned in that position, I really began to fuck her...to power fuck her. In rhythm to the rock music from the radio, I rode her pussy. Pulling almost all the way out of her twat on each stroke, I drove my cock in and out...in and out. The full weight of my body rode behind each thrust. Using my cock like a giant spear, I drove myself into her...again...and again...splitting her open. I was fucking the way I loved, like some mindless, rutting animal. I was in my zone, rutting and ramming my cock into her tight little cunt as hard and as fast as I could. As I fucked, my cock swelled and grew, tearing her tiny cunt apart. Her breathing was ragged. She thrashed her head back and forth, side to side...moaning and whimpering. Beads of sweat covered her body and saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. She wrapped her tight young twat around the 8-inch circumference of my cock, thrusting her hips and fighting to pull me into her. I balanced on my hands above her, one arm on each side of her head. I thrust as hard as I could, slamming into her pubic bone, ramming its full length of my erection into her cunt, bottoming out in her vagina. I loved the feelings of my cock bottoming out, of my balls slapping against her ass, of her cunt juices running down my legs. I grabbed her tits and twisted. I bent over and sucked her nipples, being rewarded with a small trickle of milk. I rose back up and arched my back, continuing to fuck hard and in time to the hard rock music. I could feel the cum raising out of my testicles. As I increased the tempo of my thrusts, her moans grew louder and more strained. Sweat bathed our bodies, her cunt juices ran down our legs and pooled under her ass. I raised myself a little higher and rode the top of my cock against the top of her cunt...her clit. Cindy's pleas to fuck her changed to cries, then screams, "Oh god, oh god please...stop...don't.... I cant take any more...oh, god.... OH, GOD...PLEASE!" I grabbed her legs and wrenched then apart and up them onto my shoulders. I drug her down away from her wedged position against the back of the car seat. I drug her ass back onto the pillow. I increased the pace of my fucking, long hard thrust slamming rapid fire into her cunt. With each thrust our pelvic bones cracked together. My pubic hair scratched roughly against her smooth twat. I was close now. I rocked back and grabbed down, under her ass. Now my hard, deep thrust were directed up against her clit and g spot. Breathing hard, I fought my climax. I fought to maintain that inexplicit erotic high, that feeling just before you cum. That feeling as your blood boils and the back of your skull explodes. Hard long thrusts...each one slamming into the cunt and up against her vagina. She had was on the verge of another orgasm and her cum was flowing. Her quim coated my cock...white and creamy...and I fucked on. I was in the zone, fucking her cunt hard to the pulsating bass of the rock music. I fucked her cunt, back and forth to a steady, hard rhythm...riding up against her clit. Her breathing was a series of harsh ragged pants. She arched her back, thrusting back up against my fucks. Moaning...whimpering...small throaty cries. Then she came again. She screamed, " FUCK ME...FUCK ME...OH, GOD...PLEASE...FUCK ME." As I looked down as her contorted, twisting body, I smiled and increased the pace of my hard thrusts into her cunt...fucking to her chorus of begging screams. I fucked her, my cock piston her milky white cum out of her cunt. It mixed with our sweat and her cunt juices. I watched as she rode the orgasm. As she came off her climax, I bent down and clamped my teeth onto her right nipple. As I bite the nipple, I sucked the aureole into my mouth. Biting and sucking, I felt her begin a third time. I bite down harder onto her tit and used both hands to raise her ass. " PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE...ARRRHHHHH!" she screamed. I shoved the middle finger of my right hand into her asshole. I curled the finger up and against her cunt. With my finger tight in her ass I could feel my own cock as I thrust into her cunt. Now I was cumming. I could feel the sperm rising from my balls, like a burning ache in my groin. I increased the speed of my fucking. Breathing hard now, fucking as hard and fast as I could...I took my left hand and rammed the thumb against her clit. The floor was slick with her cum, pussy juice and sweat. I struggled to maintain balance. "PLEASE...PLEASE.... CUMMMMM!" she cried, as she climaxed yet again. As her cunt clamped down upon my cock, I came. Thrusting into her, the white hot sperm shooting down the length of my cock. Like molten lead, it shot from my cock, pumping load after load of hot, sticky semen deep into her cunt. Fucking and thrusting into her cunt, I was lost in my own climax. I emptied my cock into her cunt...slamming my hips into her crotch...grinding my cock into her cunt...so hard...so fucking hard.... again...and again...and again...until slowing ebbed my thrusts as my balls were finally emptied. As I slowly stopped fucking her, I looked down at her cunt and saw the damage I had wrought. The outer lips of her twat were distended and coated with sweat, cum and quim. The inner lips of her pussy were pulled out past the outer lips of her cunt. Her pussy were engorged with blood, intensely pink and shiny. As I held my self there above her, I took pleasure in what my "power fuck" had accomplished. I began to pull my cock from her cunt. I as attempted to extract myself, she clamped her cunt around my cock and wrapped her legs around my waist. She held me tightly inside her as she used her cunt to milk my cock. I could feel the heat from her cunt rise up between our bodies. The sticky mix of quim, cum and sweat began to run out of her pussy and ooze down my legs. As the stickly mixture began to pool under her ass, Cindy said it was time to get out of the wet spot. We arose and climbed out of the van into the cool evening. We ran to the lake and took a swim in the moonlight. The cool water was refreshing. The dried sweat, cum, and whipped cream was washed away. We climbed back in the van and fell asleep in each other's arms. Daylight through the van windows awoke us. A breakfast of fresh fruit, some hair-of-the-dog, and a bowl of bud, and we were ready for another day. As I began to put on my swimming trunks, Cindy reached out and grabbed them. "Not to day, Nature boy," she said. She grabbed my hand and the two of us went naked out onto the sand. Since we were the only two people on this deserted beach, who cared? We spent another day drinking tequila, smoking some dupes, swimming, and getting a righteous tan. We took pictures to immortalize the trip. The two of us, naked except for our cowboy hats, frolicking nude in the sun and the water. As the day wore on and the buzz set in, Cindy didn't even care about the tan lines! Damn the bikini, the sun on our totally nude bodies was great. Throughout the afternoon, as we swam and sunned, Cindy continually played with my cock. She kept me hard and erect. Every time I began to get limp, she would reach down and begin to give me yet another cocoa nut oil hand job. But, she never letting me get off. Watching the pre-cum drip from my cock, she would know when I was about to climax and she would stop. Smiling and grinning, she would give me another shot of tequila and another shotgun. Then she would watch as my cock twitch and jump. Soon I was begging her to get me off...just now...just once...just let me cum...I promised to get hard again. No dice. It was a day of little games for her...stroking me to an erection...listening to me beg to get off...making me jump into the cold water until the erection was subsided...and then starting all over again. I was in ecstasy, agony, and heaven. Even as Cindy was playing and torturing me through the delightful afternoon, she was not ignoring herself. She had me licking the lime and salt for my tequila shot from off her tits. She was constantly frigging her cunt with the pot pipe, such that my shotguns were delicately flavor with her pussy juices. As the sun began to wane, enjoying the afterglow of the day, Cindy got up and headed for the van. I began to follow, but she told me to sit and wait. A short time later, she called me to come into the van. As I climbed in, I couldn't help but notice that the windows were covered with towels. On the floor were a bowl of ice cubes, the ever-present tequila, a full bong, and a mound of something covered with another towel. "Close the door and come here," she said. With the door closed, the van was cool and eerily dark inside. Cindy lit some candles and placed them on the console. "Sit here," she directed, pointing to the air mattress. The bare plastic of the mattress was cool on my skin. She quickly placed a shot of tequila in my hand. "Drink it," she said. No sooner had I downed the drink than she quickly followed it with the bong. I sucked the sweet smoke into my lungs...holding it there...letting it take full effect...then I exhaled in a cloud. As we sat there, naked in the cool van, it was a peaceful respite from the hot sun and sand we had enjoyed all day. My eyes adjusted to the dark and through the purple smoke haze I gazed at the candlelight form of Cindy's body. The long blonde hair, those cool blue eyes, that impish smile, those fantastic tits, the awesome cunt. Man, it just doesn't get any better...our so I thought.... Gently placing her hand on my chest, Cindy pushed me back onto the mattress. She reached over to the toweled mound and took out a scarf. As she leaned forward, she tied the scarf around me eyes, her soft breast pressed against my mouth. Like a hungry, naughty little boy, I sheepishly extended my tongue and licked her nipples. After finishing tying the scarf, she reached behind my head and pulled my mouth to her breast. I sucked on them, feeling the nipples harden under my ministrations. She held me there for a short time as I kissed, licked and suckled upon those luscious mammaries. Then with a snap, she grabbed my hair and pulled me back from her tits. She held me there for a moment, as if trying to decide something...then slapped me across the cheek. "Bad boy," she said harshly. "You didn't ask permission to suck my tits. You are a bad boy and bad boys get punished." (God bless you Joan Jet!) With that, she pushed me back onto the mattress. She took each of my arms and tied them out and above my head. She moved to my feet and did the same. I lay there, spread eagle, now in complete darkness. I lay there for some time, lost in the total darkness. The air was cool and I began to get cold. Goosebumps rose on my inner thighs. My nipples began to get hard. Nothing...then... I felt her lips on mine. I automatically opened them as to French kiss. But, instead of feeling her tongue, my mouth was filled with a shotgun of marijuana smoke. As I swallowed and filled my lungs with the sweat smoke, Cindy began playing with my body. She coated my body with coconut oil, massaging my arms, chest, thighs and feet. After coating my body, she poured oil over my cock. As she stroked it she told me how she loved it. So big, so hard, so smooth...how purple and red it was...how it throbbed...how nice and big my balls were...how she loved the mushroom head of my cock. As she talked she stroked my shaft, letting the oil run down my balls and into the crack of my ass. My cock swell and grew. Cindy's Slut Ch. 02 She pumped my cock up and down, slowly. The oil became warm. The smell of coconuts filled the air. As my cock grew rigid and drops of pre-cum leaked from its slit, she would stop. Another kiss full of pot...stroking of my thighs and chest...waiting for my cock to grew flaccid...then begin again.... My head swam...I lay there in the dark...totally high...totally buzzed.... totally fucking hard, horny and turned on. Time had no meaning. Just the sensations...Holly fuck.... Then the contact stopped. No touch...no sound. For what seemed like an eternity, I lie there in the dark. I thrashed my head from side to side. I pulled at my restraints. Nothing... Then the burning cold. FUCK...IT HURT...SO COLD. As she ran the ice across my chest, she played with my nipples. She trailed the ice across my stomach and down the insides of my thighs. Then she stopped. My body adjusted to the cold of the ice, warming the wet trail left on my body. Then the ice was on my cock. Again the biting pain, only now so much worse that before. She ran the ice cube along my engorged cock. The ice turned to water in an instant, like hitting a hot stove. As the water ran down my shaft, the burning sensation changed to cooling numbness. The melted water ran from my shaft to my ball and pooled at my ass. "Bad boy. Such a bad cock. Who told you to get an erection? You didn't ask my permission. You must ask Mistress Cindy," she said. As the ice cube melted so did my erection. The cold water cooled my blood and my cock began to soften. As my cock became flaccid, Cindy took the remained of the ice cube and shoved it up my ass. Holy fuck! What the FUCK! This power play and teasing was unlike anything else that Cindy had done during our past sex.. The extreme sensations of hot burning erection and freezing ice was something else...and I loved it instantly. I loved the sensations. I loved the feeling of being totally in Cindy's control. Cindy had liked being in control during sex. She also liked experimenting with sex. Even as a blossoming little girl, Cindy had experimented with sex. She had learned to play with her clitoris. She had learned to fuck herself...first using her fingers...then the handle of broom...then her hair brush...then a carrot...a cucumber...a zucchini...and finally her own cock shaped latex dildo. As she grew, she continued her experimentation, using all kinds of things and toys of every size, shape and texture ... any object she could jam up her cunt. By the time she was thirteen, she was fucking her cunt every night. She loved the sensation of having her pussy filled, making the juices flowing from her cunt, and the sweet orgasms that followed. She learned to love being fucking. She learned to love to cum. When she began dating boys, she learned what it felt like to fucked by a real cock. She also learned that most fucks by boys ended leaving her anything but satisfied. Sure, the hot hard flesh of real throbbing cock felt so much better than her other toys, but once the boy shot his wad he was done. She was left there aching without having had her climax...left there in a pool of cum dripping out her snatch and running down her ass. Unlike her toys, she couldn't make the fuck go on until she was satisfied. However, as her experience with sex grew, she began to discovered ways that she could guarantee her own orgasm. She learned how to manipulate the boys. She learned how to deny them their orgasm until she had hers. She learned that the boys would do anything to get off. She took control. Soon, she was fucking them, making them serve her, eat her, getting her off. By the time she meet me, she was a master at the game of sex. She knew how to control sex, how to play the game, how to get everything she wanted. That was what sex was for...to make her cum and to cum hard, and she loved to cum. Now, with me, she had her found her very own special boy toy...a 9-inch long, 8-inch thick hot fucking flesh and blood dildo...a boy toy that she could use to fuck her pussy any time, all the time, and any way she liked. Cindy had planned this trip since before school was out. This trip would be her opportunity to make me her own, her slave, her slut, her pussy bitch. She was taking her boy toy into the world of B and D, S and M, Mistress and slave. All the extra things that she had make me pack for this trip were all her toys and equipment, everything that she would need to break her new stud. Now, exactly as she had planned her fantasy weekend, I lay there bound and gagged. She was calling the shots and I would just have to go along. If I didn't like it, well... then she would just make me like it! As I lay there in the dark, with the ice cube melting in my ass, I was filled with mixed emotions. My only senses were now sound and touch. I was on the edge. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Little did I know, I was in for the trip of my life. Over the several hours, I experienced pain and pleasure, hot and cold, soft and hard, and my first anal intrusions. Cindy rubbed warm oil over my body, playing with my nipples and tortured my cock. She would get me hard, and then use ice to make me flaccid again. She would stroke my cock until I would almost cum, and then leave my cock sticking up in the darkness, pulsating and throbbing. She clamped my nipples... putting the clips on and taking them off...waiting until the nipples were numb...sucking and biting them back to life...then clamping them tightly again. She used small alligator clips, cloths pins; even large woodworking spring clamps. She would slowing increase the level of pain and constantly change the sensations. She spanked my ass...with her hand...then with her flip-flops...then with a belt...finally with a wooden paddle that she had brought. While she spanked me she called me a slut...her slut...her pussy. She made me ask to be fucked in the ass. I resisted...she spanked harder...she twisted my raging erection...she twisted my nipple clips...she shot gunned more pot. My body was on fire...the pain in my nipples was unbearable...my ass was a mass of red flesh and welts...my body was sensitive and sore all over...I hurt so bad! I couldn't take any more...and yet.... I wanted more...so much more! I was soooo incredible horny. My cock was engorged with blood...red and purple...rock hard. The veins on the shaft of my cock stood out grotesquely, twisted and snaking along its length. The mushroom shaped cock head oozed cum...leaking from its slit...running down the shaft...coating my balls and pubic hair. My balls were pulled back tight in my scrotum. My cock throbbed and pulsated...bobbing up and down with each beat of my heart, as the blood was forced further into the engorged flesh it moving with a life of its own. My cock was the focus of my being. I was all cock, nothing else, just a hard, purple aching, fucking cock. I was moaning...panting...writhing in pain...in ecstasy. Nothing else existed...nothing else mattered. I broke...I crossed over.... I screamed.... I begged, "Fuck me...fuck me.... PLEASE FUCK ME!" She twisted the clips on my nipples mercilessly, all the while taunting me, "Fuck you where? Tell me bitch. Fuck you where?" As she viscously twisted my nipples, she rained blows upon my ass. Oh god...no more...please no more...don't make me say it....oh please...my cock was going to explode...I couldn't take any more...oh, please...oh god please. Tears streaming down my face.... pain and humility.... naked and bound...helpless beneath the blows.... I begged her to fuck me.... to fuck me in the ass. "OH GOD PLEASE...FUCK ME... FUCK ME IN THE ASS...PLEASE FUCK ME...FUCK ME IN THE ASS," I cried out. She laughed, "Oh you poor thing, such a whore...such a fucking horny bitch. You want to get fucked in the ass? Since you beg so nice, I'll fuck you then." With a one single thrust from her middle finger she invaded my ass. I felt it go up through my sphincter, the nail...the knuckle...all the way to the base of the finger. There was no lubricant, only the sweat from my body and the cum that had leaked down from my cock. It hurt... my virgin ass...so tight. My sphincter clamped down on her finger. She pulled the finger nearly out and them jammed it back in.... again and again...faster and faster. I screamed.... I begged, "No please...please stop...it hurts.... it hurts...I can't take it...please stop...stop." But, she laughed and continued to ram it in. Her face came down on mine. Blindfolded, I couldn't see, but I could feel her lips. She sought my mouth, mashing her wet lips against mine, stifling my cries. Her tongue thrust my lips apart and she filled my mouth, filled it with spit and smoke. As the pot filled my lungs and the spit quenched my thirst, she continued to fuck my ass. In and out...in and out...fucking me...fucking me. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and bit it. Slowly I felt it...so slowly...the pain gave way...fucking me...fucking me...the pain became...pleasure. She rotated the thrust of her finger as she fucked my ass...rubbing against my prostrate...sending waves of pleasure coursed up and down my spine. Cupping her hand, her finger frigged my prostrate. Higher and higher she took me...from pain...to pleasure...to lust...to total abandon. I was a slut...a cunt...a bitch.. "Oh, please just fuck me," I screamed. I raised my hips and began to fuck back against her hand. She took her other hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to pump. With every stroke of her finger as she fucked my ass, she pumped my cock. She began to force cum out of my cock. She used it to lubricate and coat the shaft. Fuck, fuck...stroke, stroke...fuck, fuck...stroke, stroke...closer and closer I game to climax. Filling her hand with my own sweat and cum, she pushed her palm against my lips. I licked at her hand, thirstily. Lapping like a dog, I licked the sweat and cum from her hand. I savored the sweet, salty fluid as it washed down my throat. She withdrew her finger from my ass and shoved it up her cunt. Coating it with her pussy juices, she shoved it in my mouth. I sucked it greedily, milking it with my mouth. "Did that feel good...do you want some more?" she asked. With my mouth wrapped tightly around her finger, I mumbled yes. She withdrew the finger and gave me hard backhanded slap across the face. "Do you want me to fuck you?. Tell me bitch." "Yes...fuck me...please fuck me," I begged. "Fuck you where?" she asked. Without hesitation I moaned, "In my ass...please fuck me in my ass." She reached in the cooler and took out a long, orange carrot. It was about 10-inches long and tapering to about 2-inches in diameter at the base. She put the carrot at the opening to my ass. "Beg for it bitch...beg", she said. My reply came cascading from my mouth, "Fuck me...Oh, please fuck me.... Fuck me in the ass... Oh, god Cindy...PLEASE...PLEASE.FUCK ME...FUCK ME IN THE ASS!" "It's Mistress you filth little bitch, not Cindy. Its Mistress and you'll pay for that mistake." As she yelled that, she rammed the carrot up my ass. Leaving the carrot sticking out of my ass, she moved up my torso and sat on my face. I didn't need to be told...I attacked her cunt with my mouth. Thrusting and sucking, I ate her pussy. She thrust down hard, riding my face. Held tightly between her thighs, I lie there, sweltering, sweating...panting for air...I ate her cunt...thrusting my tongue into her hole...swallowing her thick milky cum...drinking.... sucking. What's that saying? It's not the fuck you face, but the face you fuck. Well, she fucked mine. Spreading her knees, she dropped the full weight of her pussy on my face. Blind, unable to see, I pushed nose was up between her pussy lips, rubbing her clip. My mouth was wrapped against her open twat...sucking and drinking her cum. The more I sucked the closer she came to another orgasm. She reached back and grabbed my leg. Lifting it, she pushed it in front of her shoulder. With my leg over her shoulder, she continued to thrust the carrot in and out of my ass... fucking my ass as she rode her wild ride. She came...slamming down so hard my teeth hit her pubic bone. Wave after wave racked her tiny frame, as her milky white cunt quim filled my mouth. I was drowning...I drank and swallowed...fighting for air. All the while she just kept thrusting her pussy down harder and harder against my mouth..."Eat me bitch...suck my pussy...auuwrrrr...eat me!" she cried. As her orgasm subsided, she got off my face. Gazing down at me with her wicked little grin, she said, "What a fucking mess. You should see yourself...hey, that's a good idea." She got off me, was gone for a few seconds...then I heard the clip and felt the heat of the flash. She took several pictures with the Polaroid. Pictures of me lying there, hair plaster to my face and neck...my face and mouth covered and crusted with her cum. Big spring clamps clipped to my nipples...an orange carrot sticking out my ass, my legs in the air...spread eagle like some sick, kinky slut. She fucked me all afternoon and well into the evening. She took me through the same journey she had traveled, from virgin finger fucked ass, to a carrot, to a cucumber, to a zucchini, and finally her latex cock shaped dildo. All the time she was raping my ass, my virgin "cunt", she was taunting and teasing me, whispering to me, "These are my cunt toys. I fuck myself with them. I'm fucking you with them. Take it up your ass. You are such a slut, such an easy fuck. You love being abused. You love being fucked. Fucked in your pussy, fucked in you cunt. Tell me your ass is your pussy. Tell me it's your cunt. Tell me you love it. Tell me you're a slut, my slut. Beg me to fuck you ass. Beg me to do it harder. Beg me to stop. Why are you pushing your ass back into me? You have such nice nipples. Why are your nipples so hard? Do you love having your nipples in clamps? Do they hurt? Stop whining. Beg me to clamp your nipples. Beg me for the biggest clamps. Your cock is so hard. Look at it leak cum. Why is your cock so hard? Are you horny? Do you want to cum? Are you a slut? Tell me you a slut. Do you like being fucked in the ass? You must, you are moaning so much. Why are you moaning? Don't moan...shut the fuck up! Give me you ass, your pussy, your cunt. Beg me to fuck it, fuck it harder. Beg me bitch." On and on and on, she teased me, she used me, she tortured me, she took me. What could I say? What could I do? I loved it. I hated it. It hurt. It felt so damn good. Please.... don't ... stop.... please don't.... please don't stop. I truly became her slut. On my hands and knees, thrusting my ass up and down, covered with sweat and moaning like the whore she wanted. Begging her fuck my ass harder, to stick it in further. To put the clamps back on my nipples, to twist them, to make my nipples hurt. Begging her to spank my ass. Telling her that I was such a filth sucking slut, that I loved be ass fucked, that I loved her fucking my cunt, my twat, my pussy. Telling her that I wanted to be her cunt, her pussy, her slut. Oh, please just touch my cock. God please let me cum.... please...please...please...yes Mistress...oh, god pleasssseeee... It ended when I finally was allowed to cum. Clamps were hanging from my raw nipples. Cindy vigorously pumping my cock with her hand, while at the same time she was just as vigorously pumping my ass with her strapped on dildo. I called her Mistress. She called Slut. She caught my cum in a glass. She poured a shot of tequila in it and pressed it to my lips. I hesitated. She rammed the dildo all the way back into my cunt, stretching my ass around the huge rubber cock, grinding the harness into my raw flesh. She whipped my ass with the paddle. She roughly forced the glass of tequila-cum to my lips. "Drink your cum you Slut...drink it NOW," she screamed. I opened my lips and took the warm sticky slime in one gulp. The tequila helped cover the taste, the strong salty taste. But even the tequila could do little to mask the thick, sticky consistency of the cum. It stuck in my throat. I gagged and fought not to throw up. Cindy withdrew the massive latex cock from the confines of my ass and rammed it back in to the hilt. As the latex cock filled my ass, she cried, "Don't you dare spit it out you filthy bitch. SWALLOW IT CUNT. If you so much as spit a drop of that cum out, I'll fuck you ass until it bleeds! Swallow you Cunt. Tell me how good it taste. Thank me...DON'T YOU DARE SPIT IT OUT OR YOUR LICK IT UP OFF THE FLOOR!" Another stinking blow from the paddle and a trust from her cock in my ass, my cunt, my pussy, and I was driven flat onto my stomach. I swallowed the warm sticky mess. As I gagged the hot, thick, sticky ejaculate down, she laughed and said, "What do you say to me, Slut? Thank me for letting eat the cum. YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She grabbed me by the hair, jerking up and pressing her face close to mine. There it was, that sweet wicked smile. Oh, Cindy, oh you wicked little monster. Still struggling to keep from retching, I mumbled, "Thank you Mistress. Slut thanks you...." Oh, god it was so good! I felt something that I never dreamed I would. My asshole was raw, my tits hurt even to touch them, I was caked with sweat, my mouth was crusted with dry cum, I was naked, used, abused, humiliated, and ...I loved it!!! For the first time in my life, someone had power fucked me...and I loved it!!!! We spent the rest of the day back in the sun, taking breaks for shot and shotguns. Cindy was now Mistress. I was Slut. I spent most of the day between her legs, licking her cunt. I licked the cold crusted cum from her cunt for, lunch was eating carrots from her pussy, and desert was cool whip from her clit. Cindy told me that she liked our new game. She told me that I was going to help make it more fun by making up rules and scenarios to play by. I was going to tell her my most kinky sexual fantasies, and she was going to make sure that I lived them out. The conversion had started. Now it was just a matter of time.... Cindy's Slut Ch. 03 Chapter 3: The Training As my relationship with Cindy progressed, she began to test the depths of that relationship. Some of the tests were overt, and overtly physical. Other tests were subtle, mostly mental. The majority of the tests were a combination of physical and mental attributes. For instance, we both enjoyed working out and lifting weights. We worked out at the gym at least four evenings a week. We lifted weights and ran. We worked hard and were both in great shape. Naturally, or at least for us, that physical exertion always lead to sex. Cindy was a natural flirt and a show off. She had a great body and loved to use it tease, obviously me, but also every other guy. When we went to the gym, Cindy would work go braless, wearing a spaghetti strap top. The tiny spaghetti top would be stretched tightly over her large 34-D tits. Since Cindy was a petite 5'4" 110-pound spinner, her 34-D tits looked all the more massive on her tiny frame. It didn't matter whether she was straining to lift some weight or striding around the track, the tight spaghetti top would enhance every move, every bounce of those magnificent globes. The harder she worked out and the more she sweat, the more her nipples and tits would show through the scant fabric. Over her cute heart shaped ass, she wore tight satin short-shorts. The shiny satin material would be pulled tight, showing the crack of her ass and of her pussy lips. As her pussy was always completely shaved, the outline of her dewy twat was always clearly shown. Cindy loved to tease as she worked out. She was an expert at flaunting her body and she knew exactly what effect it was having on people, both guy and girls. She would slide in next to some guy, especially if it appeared that he was trying to concentrate, and do her little tease. Sitting on a stool, she would be facing him, spreading her legs. The lips of her pussy would be pushed to the very edge of the leg openings of her short-shorts. The satin material would be pulled tight into the slit between her labia. As she did her shoulder presses, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, she would strain and arch. Her high, pert, firm tits, already straining to burst from her tiny cotton top, would be further pressured. Her round 34-D tits would push up and out, deepening her already seductive cleavage. The sweat would drip down her tits, wetting her cleavage, outlining her tits and working down her torso. Needless to say, without fail, the poor guy would totally loss his concentration. Not only would those studly showoffs be reduced to struggling wimps, but they would invariably be sent running to the locker rooms to hide their erections. The effect on girls would be equally as devastating. While some girls would at first superficial sneak a peek, most would ogle just like the guys. The girls too would lose all concentration and become focused only on Cindy's seductive performance. Even as the girls watched, you could see their own crotches grow wet with desire. I loved to see some cute co-ed, mesmerized by Cindy's tease, grinding her own pussy into a weight bench, soaking the crotch of her own workout shorts. As much as Cindy liked to tease, she always kept the best for me. Our workouts together were not only peppered with overt sexual demonstrations, but each tease was also its own special perverted torture. Cindy loved to act as my spotter during my workouts. While spotting she would constantly be testing me. She did her best to distract me and break my concentration. Cindy would be pushing her tits into me as she helped steady the weights. When do incline work, like the bench press, she would be standing above me with her naked pussy literally in my face. Besides the gym, I also had weights at my apartment. Cindy's carried her sexual teasing and testing me at home our home workouts to the zenith. Cindy demanded that we both work out naked. While I lifted she would relentlessly tease and torture me. She would start out by licking my cock and balls while I struggled to lift my weights. She would establish a rhythm to her blowjob. As I lifted the weight, she would suck my cock deep into her mouth. As I would lower the weight, she would withdraw my cock from her mouth. If she took my balls into her mouth and held them there, I would have to hold the weight static. Another version was special bench press routine. Cindy would sit astride my erection, taking my cock in and out of her pussy as the weights went up and down. As she slid my cock into her cunt, I would have to push the weight up. When she rose off my cock and let it slip from inside her hot, wet cunt, I could lower the weight. Needless to say, I always wanted to hold the weight high, with her tight hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Cindy would set the tempo. If she fucked me fast, I had to lift fast. If she fucked me slow, I had to lift slowly. As she sweetly tortured me, I sweated and pumped iron. She would not allow me to get off until I had completed all the sets she had determined that I should lift. If I did cum without her permission or before I finished my reps, I would be punished. Punishment varied just like the rewards. Sometimes I was punished with more physical workout, like having to do sit ups. Cindy would sit on a stool over my thighs with a rope tied around my balls. She would pull the rope tight, stretching my balls and making me sit up. When I raised myself, I had to stick my tongue out and lick her clit. Up and down, licking her clit until she orgasimed. Another variation was toe touchers. She would lie on a declined bench with her knees bent and her legs raised. As I touched my toes, I would have to lick her clit. Again, up and down I would sweat and work, as she enjoyed the multiple orgasms that I would have to bring her to. Cindy loved to torture me. Being very oral, she loved to have me eat her pussy, licking and sucking her clit through multiple orgasms. I, on the other hand, dread those sessions. Inevitably, I ended up sexually frustrated with a raging erection (as she did not allow me to cum) with nothing to show but a very tired tongue and very sore muscles. If Cindy got her enjoyment from receiving sex during our workouts, she equally enjoyed the pleasure she got in torturing and punishing me for my workout failures. Cindy used punishment as a proverbial "carrot and stick", only in my case that meant a carrot up my ass as she beat that same ass with the stick. Cindy used punishments primarily to enhance her sexual pleasure. But she also used punishment as a means to (as she put it) teach me to control my orgasms. Cindy believed that since women, especially her, were multi-orgasmic, that she should be served with multiple orgasms. Men on the other hand only too commonly shot their wad early and only once. By denying me an orgasm, Cindy kept me horny and assured herself of repeated climaxes. I found it hard (literally) to be denied an orgasm, sometimes for days at a time, all the while being teased to a constant state of arousal. However, it was pretty amazing the results of such denial. My cock was always super sensitive and I got constant erections. Just a sensuous kiss, or a covert caress across my groin and I would have an instant erection. Then, when I finally did cum, it felt like my head was being torn off. I would shot jets of cum, like water from a pressure hose. The amount of cum I pumped out was also amazing. When I emptied my ball, I would ejaculate a cup or more. For Cindy, punishing me included more than satisfying herself and denying me. It also meant true pain...for me. Cindy was an artist when it came to punishing me with pain. As the saying goes, "it hurt so good". Her tortures were delightfully seductive and exquisitely painful. She trained me like a dog, using reward and punishment. Speaking of my ass, Cindy had a fondness for making my ass the focal point of her punishments. Sometimes she would slap my face, chest, cock or balls as part of her tortures, but usually it was my ass that took the abuse. Corporal punishment. As she put it "act like an ass and be treated like an ass". Cindy's often used remedial pushups to punishment my ass. Cindy would call out the cadence, up...down...up...down. On the up command, I pushup and take a blow across my ass. I would then have to say the count of the pushup and then say thank you to Cindy for the spanking. On the down command, I would drop back down to the floor and place my offending cock and balls in a bowl of water and ice cubes. The pushup would continue until my ass was glowing red and my cock and balls were numb with cold Another ass torture while doing pushup was being fucked in the ass with dildo. Cindy would strap on one of her toy and knell down between my legs. I would have to spread my legs, which made it particularly difficult to do a pushup. Since it was a punishment, Cindy would make me suck the dildo before fucking my ass. She wouldn't use any lubricant. The only lubricant I got was my own saliva. I always tried to slobber liberally on the latex cock, but often with limited success. Since the punishment followed a failed workout, I was often suffering from cottonmouth. I was always difficult getting the rubber cock wet in the little time that Cindy gave me. Once Cindy determined that I had enough time wetting her cock, she would have me assume the pushup position. She would then take her cock and work the head into my ass. She would the order me "up", and I would have to raise myself. It required that I push up and back to impale myself on her cock. Failure to rise completely, so as to totally imbed myself on her dildo, would result in a whipping. The whipping was definitely worse than the spanking. Spanking was done with a paddle, a shoe, a belt, or her hand. Spanking was mild torture, mildly painful. A whipping was a whole different world. To begin with, a whipping was administered for a second failure, such as a failure during some other punishment. It also meant that Cindy was pissed off. The whipping was just that, the use of a whip or a fiberglass rod or a cane on my bare ass. If a spanking left my ass red and sore, a whipping left my ass with welts and in pure pain. The only good think that I can say about whipping is that it didn't happen very often. I shouldn't make it sound like my relationship with Cindy was only torture and punishment. Torture and punishment were only part of our kinky sex life. As I have said before, mostly we fucked. We fucked crazy, in every conceivable position and place. And when we fucked, we would talk dirty. It was such a turn on to have this little blonde spinner riding my cock and rattling off profanity and sex talk. Besides dirty talk, Cindy liked to ask me questions during sex. At first I found this discerning, but after a while it got to be routine. The questions were always about sex or related to sex. Cindy had told me the first time she took me during our session of kinky sex at the lake that she was going to explore my deepest, darkest fantasies. So, during sex, she was constantly probing, learning and discovering my sexual desires. Cindy incorporated teasing and denying me orgasms to elicit my compliance. If I resisted a question, she would just slowly ride my cock, bounced up and down, bringing me close to climax but denying me orgasm. It never failed, eventually I would be telling her whatever she asked and begging her to fuck me, to make me cum! She delved into my psyche. Cindy questions encompassed dreams to fantasies, fears to phobias, kinky sex, Lolita sex, gay sex, bisexuality, multiple partner sex, even sex with animals. As our relationship progressed, she used her acquired knowledge to probe ever deeper, to manipulate me, to seduce me and to make me into her sexual slave. The questions, physical manipulations and punishments were only the top of Cindy's iceberg of training. It was about mid-autumn when I experienced the real application of her training and the testing of my skills. Cindy's Slut Ch. 04 Chapter 4: The Tests That fall, Cindy and I were not living together. I had my own apartment, whereas Cindy shared an apartment with another girl, Marsha. Marsha was the same age as Cindy and somewhat similar in tastes and appearance. Marsha was a slightly taller, about 5'6" and weighted about 115 pounds. Like Cindy, she had shoulder length hair, but reddish brown instead of blonde. Marsha had brown eyes and full pouty lips. Her tits were a nice full 36-C with large dark brown aureoles (as I would learn later). Earlier, during one of Cindy's sexual interrogations, she had inquired whether I found Marsha attractive. Lost in the throws of sexual bliss, I had answered honestly...yes. Marsha was very attractive and what man wouldn't want to fuck her? Cindy seemed to take this information in stride, and kept riding my cock. Then the questions went on; had I ever thought about fucking Marsha?...would I like a three-way with Marsha and Cindy?...would I like to see Cindy and Marsha having sex? To each of the questions I answer yes, more concerned with the current fucking I was getting from Cindy than my answers. Anyway, one Friday night several months later, the three of us were at a bar. We had all been drinking, tequila as usual. At one point, Cindy went to the bathroom. While Cindy was gone, Marsha asked me if I wanted to go out to the car and smoke some weed. Never one to turn down a good toke, I followed her out. As we sat in her car smoking, Marsha was behind the steering wheel and I was in the passenger set. As we passed the joint back and forth, Marsha slid over to sit next to me. She said she couldn't reach me with the joint from behind the wheel. As she leaned into me, the smell of her perfume rose to mix with the smoke that I was inhaling. I passed the joint to her. She laid her head against my shoulder and took a long drag. Her hair felt soft and cool against my neck. It wasn't long before she turned and kissed me on the side of the neck. I was stoned. I looked back into those big brown eyes and those pouty lips. She smiled. I smiled back. She took a hit and raised her lips to mine. Marsha began to shotgun the smoke into my mouth. I opened my mouth to take in the smoke. As the smoke passed into my mouth, Marsha followed it with her tongue. She frenched me hard, snaking her tongue deep into my mouth. She took my hand and placed it on her leg, moving it up under her dress. Then she placed her hand firmly onto my cock. We continued to kiss, sucking each other's tongues. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants. My hand had found its way inside her wet satin panties. She spread her legs and I slid my fingers up into her cunt. Marsha took my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I was busy running my fingers along her pussy, probing for her clit. When she had my cock was fully erect, Marsha stopped. I began to protest, but she put her finger to my lips and said, "Shhh." She used both her hands and removed her panties. She balled up the panties and pushed them into my gapping mouth. She put my hand back on her twat and dropped her head down onto my cock. As she sucked my cock, I fingered her clit. She gave great head. After a few minutes, Marsha raised her head. My cock was slick with her saliva. Looking into my eyes, she smiled and asked if I wanted to fuck her. With her wet panties still stuck in my mouth, I could only nod my head. Marsha pulled her dress up around her hips and climbed onto my lap. She took my cock and eased the head into her clit. The heat from her cunt enveloped my cock. Slowly, she slid her pussy down onto my erection. As she rode my cock, she opened the top of her dress. Underneath, Marsha wore a pretty blue front-hook bra. She ripped at the bra clasp and released her bouncing tits into my face. I spit out the panties and began to suck and lick her tits. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth tighter onto her tits. With her legs splayed, she ground her cunt down against the base of my cock. She rode me with short rapid thrusts, always keeping the mass of my cock deep in her cunt. She threw her head back, moaning and groaning. She was a hot horny fucking piece of ass. After a few more hard thrusts, she clamped her pussy down hard onto my cock and came. She grabbed both sides of my face with her hands and mashed her mouth against mine. As she kissed me, she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth. It felt like her sucking would tear my tongue from my mouth. As her orgasm subsided, she leaned back and smiled. She began to climb off my still hard erection, dripping her quim onto my pubic hair. I was aching to cum. My cock throbbed, bouncing up and down with a life of its own. I attempted to hold her down, trying to keep her pussy around my erection. "Hey, I didn't get off yet!" I said. She just smiled and said, "Later. We have to get back in to Cindy." She took her panties and wiped the juices and cum from her cunt. Then she took the soiled panties and stuck them in my pocket. "You better get that thing back in your pants," she said with a broad grin on her face. She got out of the car. "See you back inside." When I got back into the bar, Marsha and Cindy were sitting together at the table. Any worried I had about what had happened seemed for naught. The three of us carried on with drinking and conversation as if nothing had happened. When the bar closed, the three of us went back to Marsha's car and then back to their apartment. Back at the apartment, we sat on the floor in the living room. We had some beer and loaded the bong. I was feeling good. I had a nice buzz. I was still horny as hell, but I figure in a while Cindy and I would be fucking in her bedroom. Vaguely, the thought of a three-way crossed my mind. I didn't give it too much thought. Like I said, I was stoned. Suddenly, out-of-the-blue, Cindy asked where Marsha and I had gone to earlier at the bar. Choking on my beer, I struggled to say something. Marsha, on the other hand, blithely replied that we had gone out to get a smoke. Upon hearing that, Cindy turned to me and said, "Then why are Marsha's panties sticking out of his pant pocket?" Panic... I glanced down at my pocket, and sure enough, Marsha's panties were clearly sticking out. I looked up and Cindy was glaring at me. I was at a total loss for words. The room was silent. I glanced guiltily at Marsha, then back at Cindy. Marsha broke the silence. "He took them from me," she said. "So, exactly how did he get them from you?" Cindy asked. Marsha hesitated, and then proceeded to tell Cindy how I had forced myself on her in the car. According to her story, I had virtually torn her panties off as I viciously assaulted the poor girl. Thankfully, liar that she was, she limited my atrocity to only finger fucking her after the assault. "Give me those panties," Cindy said to me. Meekly, I pulled the wet, soiled panties from my pocket and handed them to her. Cindy stared at the panties. She looked at the wet, cum stained crotch. Holding the cum crusted panties to Marsha's face, she queries, "He only finger fucked you?" Marsha went pale. Like some school girl caught with her panties down (literally), she wildly looked at me for help. Fuck you bitch, I thought. You made me out the bad guy, now lets see you get out of this lie. Besides, I thought, what could I say to explain why cum was all over her panties that would not get me in further shit. I had to give Marsh credit for thinking on her feet. Once she got rolling, the story just evolved. I listened and heard how, after I had torn the panties form Marsha pussy, I had viciously fucked her. Then, after violating her poor helpless cunt, I had grossly used her own panties to cleaned the spent cum from her sodden twat. Finally, keeping the cum soaked panties as some perverted trophy, I had threatened Marsha not to tell Cindy. . I sat there in stunned, stoned, disbelief. Marsha had completely twisted what had really happened. But, clearly it was too late and would do not good to claim that it had really been Marsha that fucked me! I looked at Cindy; she was still staring at Marsha's soiled panties. As she gazed at the panties, covered with quim and soaked with Marsha's own pussy juiced, she looked back at Marsha. For a moment, I thought that Cindy might question why Marsha's cunt had so saturated her panties if she had really been forced to have sex. Weren't the quim and cunt soaked panties a clear sign that Marsha, if not the instigated, had at least been a willing participate. No such luck. "Take you clothes off," Cindy demanded of me. I just sat there and stared back at her. "TAKE OFF YOUR GOD DAMN CLOTHES OFF YOU FUCKING BASTARD," she shouted. I recognized that tone in her voice. I meekly took off my shirt and pants. "I said take off your clothes, and that means all of them god damn you!" As Cindy said this she got up off the floor. Quickly I took of my briefs. Naked and confused, I just stood there. "Get over there and bend over that foot stool," Cindy said. Meekly, and feeling totally humiliated, I began to move over to the footstool. "Crawl bitch! NOW!" Cindy's tone was vicious. As I dropped to the floor and began to crawl, I glanced at Marsha. She was watching me with a mix of lust and amusement on her face. As I lay over the footstool, Cindy kicked my legs apart. "Don't you fucking dare to move bitch," she ordered. With a final glare at me, Cindy left the room. "What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered to Marsha. "Tell her the truth," I pleaded. Before Marsha could answer, Cindy came back into the room. In her hand was her leather whip. "Did I tell you that you could talk you fucking cheating slut? Don't you even dare look at me you goddamn bitch. Get your fucking eyes back to the carpet," Cindy hissed. I knew I was in deep shit. "Spread you legs wider, bitch." As Cindy said this, she kicked me in the ass. I moved my knees as far apart as I could. My cock and balls hung precariously exposed between my legs. Cindy lashed out with the whip and landed a stinging blow on my bare ass. She paused and kicked me in the balls. "What do you say bitch?" she demanded. The events leading up to my dilemma had put me in a daze. I wasn't thinking clearly and it took a moment to comprehend her meaning. As realization set in, I responded, "One Mistress, thank you." "Thank me? You fucking cheating piece of shit. You fuck my roommate and then have the balls to tell me thank you? You fucking Slut! I'll teach you what balls are for." With those words, Cindy swung the whip viciously down on my exposed ball. A shot of pure fire was sent through my testicles. I cried out and attempted to close my legs. Cindy lashed the whip across my ass. "YOU FUCKING SLUT, DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOU FUCKING LEG! GOD DAMN YOU, SPREAD YOU LEGS!" She continued beating my ass until I forced my legs back apart. Struggling to endure pain, I attempted to plea for mercy. As I tried to speak, Cindy yelled, "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! You have nothing to say that I want to hear!" In spite of pain in my ass and balls, I now had a raging erection. Perhaps it was being naked in front of two beautiful women, perhaps it was my perverse kinky addiction to abuse and pain, or perhaps it was all the previous training and punishment from Cindy that had conditioned me to have an erection. Whatever the reason, each blow only caused my cock to grow and get harder. With each stoke of the whip on my ass, my cock throbbed and twitched. Then as quickly as it had began, the whipping stopped. With my face firmly planted toward the carpet, I hear Cindy say, "Now you get your clothes off." I peeked around to see Cindy addressing Marsha. "What? Why me? What did I do?" Marsha replied with a broken voice. "You don't think I know your part in this? Your panties don't lie. This crotch is soaked with your pussy juices. Pussies don't soak panties unless they want to get fucked!" Saying this to Marsha, Cindy swung the whip around. The flashing leather cracked in the air in front of her face. I watched as Marsha took off her dress. She discarded her dress and stood there clad only in her lacey bra. Looking at her shaved pussy, I could clearly see her naked exposed vulva. Her cunt was shiny wet, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. She was breathing shallow and shaking slightly. "I said undress. Do I have to explain to you like I did to him?" As Cindy said this she brought the whip down hard across Marsha right thigh. A wide red welt appeared beneath the lash. Marsha reached up between her cleavage and undid her front hook bra. Her round, fleshy 36-C tits sprang out of the cups. The nipples on her dark aureoles were rigid and contrasted with the white orbs of her breast. The nipples were long and pointed, making her aureoles appear even larger. "Here take this and whip his ass," Cindy said as she handed Marsha the whip. Marsha reached out and took the whip from Cindy, and then she looked at me. I could see the smile grow on her face as she licked lips and hefted the leather in her hand. Marsha stepped behind me and, without further instruction from Cindy, began to whip my ass. As she whipped me, Marsha moved her blows up and down my body. Soon, not only was my ass covered with sweltering red welts, but so also were the backs of my legs and lower back. As the pain grew, I began to whimper and cry. My obvious pain only seemed to excite Marsha even more. "Shut up Slut and take you medicine." As Cindy said this, she began to remove her clothes. Furtively, I watched as her dress fell to the floor. Matching white satin and lace panties and bra followed. Cindy took her panties, now like Marsha's soaked and soiled with slick wet pussy juices. "Since you like panties, maybe these will keep you shut up," with that Cindy pushed her sodden panties deep into my mouth. Racked and twisted, I gazed with painful lust at Cindy's beautiful body. I was mesmerized. My eyes moved down her body. Her long blonde hair was tossed and thrown across her high firm 34-D tits. Her breast heaved as she moved, the coral pink aureoles and nipples protruding from the firm white flesh. The tan lines her bikini had left on her hard body highlighted her tits. Her stomach was flat and tight, transcending to her shapely curved hips. She was wide between the legs, which highlighted the tightly swollen lips of her shaved twat. Her cunt lips were also shiny and wet, coated with a sheen of glistening quim. Her ass was as white as her tits, contrasting with her tan legs and back, heart shaped and firm. Her legs were long and defined. Her feet were tiny, with bright red nail polish. As I took this vision of lusty loveliness in, Cindy instructed Marsha to stop her whipping. She then told Marsha to go get the toys. As I lie there in my pain filled sexual haze, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Something seemed very wrong. With Marsha out of the room, Cindy took over the whipping. Slowly and deliberately, she worked the leather over my body. As she whipped me, she began to ask me questions. Its called The Pavlovian Effect. Preconditioned to respond to stimulus. Pain and pleasure...it was a blurred line. All I knew was my training by Cindy. She asked a question and I answered it. Slash, the whip cut across my ass. Had I fucked Marsha? Slash, the whip cut across my thighs. Had I enjoyed fucking Marsha? Slash, the whip reached down between my legs and flicked against my exposed erect cock. Had I eaten her pussy? The whipping moved up across my back. Had I kissed Marsha? Did she kiss me? By the time our game of twenty questions had ended, Marsha returned with Cindy's toy box. Marsha she placed it at on the couch. Marsha looked at my red, swollen, welt-covered body. She gazed hungrily at my sweat covered scrotum and my rigid twitching erection. Cindy told Marsha to sit on the couch. As Marsha nestled down, Cindy told her to put her heels up on the edge of the couch and spread her legs. "Look at her you bitch," Cindy said to me. "Is that the cunt you fucked? You fucking pig bastard. Is that the fucking cunt you abused?" When I didn't answer immediately, Cindy grabbed my hair and forced my face around to see Marsha. Marsha was sitting on the couch with her ass near the cushions edge. Her knees were spread wide and her cunt was thrust forward. She had a nice pussy, although not as nice as Cindy's. She was not as wide between the legs as Cindy, and her cunt was more brownish than pink. Her labia stuck slightly out from her vulva. Marsha's cunt was shiny with pussy juice and smeared with whitish quim that oozed from her snatch. The thick milky mixture dripped from her cunt and ran down to toward the crack of her ass. "Well your fucking days are over you piece of shit! Look at that cunt and remember it as your last fuck, you worthless bitch Slut!" Cindy twisted her grip in my hair and shook my head back and forth as she berated me. "All your good for is eating shit, you god damn letch. So eat shit," with that, said, Cindy drug me over to the couch. Cindy jammed my face into Marsha's crotch. "Eat her Slut!" Cindy growled. I began by lapping at her cunt with my tongue, like a dog drinking from a water bowl. Sticking my tongue out, I licked up all the pussy juices from vulva. Then I pressed my tongue deeper into her labia. The thick gooie mixture coated my tongue. I swallowed as she began to pump more of the sticky mess into my mouth. I lapped and drank until I had cleaned her cunt. Then I moved down her slit and began licking the ebbing flow of quim as it oozed into her ass crack. "Good slut. Lick her cunt like I've taught you." As Cindy talked to me, I could note the pleasure in her voice. Cindy was taking pleasure in showing of my performance to Marsha, like the owner of a well-trained dog. Marsha was equally enjoying herself. Her head was thrown back on the couch, her long hair cascading around her shoulders. She had raised her ass off the couch, grinding her cunt into my face, providing better access for my tongue into her. She was uttering throaty moans and groans as I ate her cunt and licked her ass. Once I had cleaned all the quim that I could find, I moved back to her snatch and found her clit. I began to suck it into my mouth and nibble on it with my teeth. Then taking the little nub in between my lips, I gently rolled it back and forth. As I sucked on it with my lips, I flicked the tip of my tongue against it. I could feel her orgasm building. Marsha was thrusting her cunt into my face with an ever-increasing tempo. She had closed her legs around my ears. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling my face deeper into her pussy. Taking her clit between my teeth, I gently bit down on it. Then, using my tongue like a tiny cock, I plunged it as deep into her cunt as I could. Marsha came.... and came. In my time, I had eaten a lot of pussy, but I had never had a girl cum as much as Marsha did. At the start of her orgasm, she had literally squirted her quim out of her cunt. The gush shot past my lips and deep into my throat. Her cunt pumped and pumped quim into my mouth. I struggled to drink it all. Marsha had me clamped tightly between her legs, such than my nose was jammed against her twat. With my nose blocked and my throat filled with quim, I was having difficult time breathing. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it wasn't fast enough. Marsha's cum filled my mouth and overflowed. It ran down my chin and across my chest. I tried to move back so that I could breath, but Marsha just grabbed my hair and pulled my face tighter into her cunt. Even as I attempted to pull back and as Marsha pulled me tighter, Cindy began to whip my ass. "How dare you slut! You never stop eating cunt until your told! You fucking slut, you'll pay for that!" There was a snarl in Cindy's voice as she said that, a snarl of sexual desire, dominance, and sadistic cruelty. Cindy's Slut Ch. 04 As the whip lashed back and forth across my ass and legs, I pushed my face hard against Marsha's cunt. It was clear that I was not going to get any air until I sucked her cunt dry. The only relief that I had were a few gulps mouthfuls of air that I swallowed along with all her cum. Marsha's climax seemed like it would never end, but finally the flow from her cunt ebbed. Her grip on my head relaxed and her legs eased their pressure on my ears. "Fuck that was good," Marsha said. She raised my face and looking into my eyes. Smiling, she said, "When Cindy told me what a good little cunt slut you were, I had to see for myself." Perhaps it was the buzz wearing off...or maybe it was that swallowing all that cunt cum had cleared my head, but the light bulb finally went off. Cindy had told Marsha about me eating her cunt? And Marsha had known what Cindy meant by "get the toys" earlier that night. Further, Marsha had known exactly where to find our sex toys. I looked back at Cindy and she was grinning ear to ear. "You didn't really think that my roommate, my friend would cheat on me and fuck you, did you? She was testing you." Cindy said with a tight smile. Grapping me by the hair, Cindy drug me back to the footstool. Throwing me stomach down on over the footstool, Cindy reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. Giving them a yank, she hauled my ass up in the air. "You failed the test!" she shouted. "You may have admitted that you wanted to fuck Marsha during our little question and answer session, but the only sex you get is with my permission! I don't give a rat's ass what your fucking excuse is you're my fucking bitch! You failed the fucking test!" Saying that, Cindy pulled a chair up in front of my face. She sat down and pushed her pussy up against my nose. Her pussy was dripping wet. As she wedged her labia around my nose, her juices ran down my face and into my mouth. As she had been taught so well, I immediately began to suck and swallow her pussy juices. "Do you still want to fuck her?" Cindy asked. Rocking her ass up and down, she forced her clit against the bridge of my nose. My cock had been either erect or semi-erect ever since Marsha's cock teasing in the car. Now, after several hours of torture and eating cunt, it felt like my cock was ready to explode. I was so horny that I would have fucked a lame sheep. With naught a pause, I answered, "yes." "Good, then you can show me how much you want to fuck her by eating my pussy," Cindy chuckled. She pushed her ass further forward in the chair and raised her legs up onto my shoulders. The sweet heady smell of Cindy's cunt filled my head. I began to lap and suck her pussy like a hungry dog. In no time, I was rewarded with the familiar tangy flavor of her cunt, as she began to ejaculate into my mouth. Cindy was wide between the legs, which made it easy for me to wrap my mouth around her twat. With my lips tightly suctioned down on her labia, I concentrated on sucking her entire cunt into my mouth. Like a vacuum cleaner, I sucked her creamy quim down my throat. "Oh baby, you are such a good pussy eater...my little pussy bitch. Oh yes, eat me Slut, eat me." Saying this, Cindy ground her cunt harder into my face. Cindy looked at Marsha and nodded. Marsha understood the unspoken command. With a big smile upon her face, Marsha got up and began to rummage through the toy box. A few moments later, she moved behind me. "Oh yes Slut, you do want to fuck with Marsha don't you?" Cindy said with a moan. Struggling to keep my mouth firmly on Cindy's twat, I nodded my head up and down as I continued to eat her cunt. "Good, the you filthy fucking Slut. You asked so nice that I'm going to let you two fuck," she said. I felt Marsha kneeling between my legs. Then I felt the cold head of a latex dildo being pushed into the entrance to my ass. The Vaseline was cold, as Marsha began to ram the big cock into my ass. "Aarrrrhhh...." was my muffled cry as her cock tore into my ass. Cindy continued to rape my mouth with her cunt as Marsha began to rape my ass with her rubber cock. "I said that I was going to let you two fuck. I didn't say who was going to get to fuck whom! Cindy laughed as she said this and slammed her pussy hard into my mouth. "Eat me you pussy bitch, eat me!" she said pulsed her cunt up and down on my face. I was a human fuck machine. With each thrust of Marsha's cock, my mouth was driven against Cindy's cunt. With each thrust of Cindy's cunt, Marsha's dildo was driven deeper into my ass. "You also said you wanted a three-way, well now you're getting one," Cindy's breathing was becoming labored as she said this. "Now you know how a girl feels when she's fucked from both ends, bitch." Marsha had chosen her favorite cock from the toy box. The cock was a flesh colored double-headed cock, 24-inches long and 6-inches in circumference. Each of the cock's heads had a series of raised ridges and spikes. Marsha had mounted the double-headed cock in her harness so that only about 8-inches of the cock was in her pussy. The 16-inches of the dildo that stuck out of her cunt was being rammed into my ass. This ass fucking was surpassing any of the previous ass fucking that Cindy had given me. Not only were the vicious ridges and spikes tearing in and out of my ass, but also the incredible length of the cock in my ass was almost unbearable. The cock was so long that I could feel it being driven into me, passing up through my ass and penetrating into my colon. Waves of pain washed my body and I felt that I was going to pass out. Cindy noted that my face had gone ashen and that I had grown slack on her cunt. "What's wrong bitch, you some kind of pussy? We know you're no virgin." When I was slow to answer her, Cindy grabbed my hair and slapped by face. First with a forehand across my left cheek and then with an equally hard backhand across the right. Blood rushed back into my head. I still felt very light headed, but I no longer felt as if I would pass out. "Better take it easy on Slut, Marsha. Seems her tiny little twat can't handle that sausage you call a cock." As Cindy said this to Marsha she continued to look me in the face. Judging that I was lucid again, she forced my mouth back onto her cunt. Marsha slowed her ravaging assault on my ass and continued to fuck me in long, slow strokes. She would drive the massive slab of latex all the way into my guts, grinding the metal ring of the dildo harness against my anal orifice. The she would slowly pull the snake out of me, until the ridges and spiked were visible. Then she would slam those awful protrusions back through my tight sphincter, tearing the tender stretched muscles. Once the ridges and spikes at the head of the cock had penetrated me again, she would agonizingly force the 16-inches of cold rubber cock back into me until she had plunged the head back deep into my guts. As Marsha fucked me she taunted me, "Remember how you told Cindy you like to "power fuck" a girl? How you like to "bottom out" in her pussy? How you like to watch her suffer and hear her beg? Well, am I bottoming out in your cunt bitch? I don't hear you begging yet Slut!" God, I was being fucked to death. I certainly could empathize with all those poor cunts that I had so viciously fucked. Was this really what it felt like when my cock had been pounded into their cervix? She wanted me to beg? You bet I would beg. I would do anything if she would only stop. As I attempted to say something, Cindy sensed it. Rather than allowing me to talk, she ground her pussy into my mouth, saying, "What's wrong Slut? You don't want to eat my cunt? Fuck you! I didn't tell you to stop. Eat me bitch!" Cindy clamped her thighs against my head and dug her heals into my ribs. "FUCK HIM MARSHA, FUCK THE BITCH!" Marsha increased her tempo in response to Cindy's command. Now the fucking I was getting was not a series of long slow and rhythmic fucks. Now the long thick rubber rope was being driven into my colon in a rapid series of pistoning slams. The evil twisted spikes on the cock's head were now ripping into the tender lining of my guts. "Remember when you begged me to keep on fucking you in the car? Beg me to keep on fucking you now! Beg me Slut! BEG ME! Marsha said this and rose to stand on the balls of her feet. She had been struggling earlier to drive the 16-inches of the cock back in my ass after pulling it all the way out to the head. But now, keeping the bulk of the 16-inch cock buried in my ass and using shorter strokes she was really able to put her entire weight and body into her hard thrusting fucks. On the other end, Cindy pulled up hard on my head, forcing me keep my mouth on her cunt and drink her quim. Swallowing rapidly, I whimpered and groaned. As badly as I was being abused, my cock was rock hard. It never felt so long...so hard. It twitched and pulsed with a life of its own. The shaft was a deep shade of purple, with a twisted mass of knotted blood vessels contorted down its length. The mushroom shaped head was turgid and looking like some randy prehistoric monster. Pre-cum oozed from the slit, coating the shaft, matting my pubic hair, and dripping over my scrotum. I had never been so fucking horny...so fucking abused...so fucking used...SO FUCKING HORNY! "MMMMmmmm..." was all I could mumble. But, these women were no fools. I may not have been able to verbally beg, but my body was very plainly begging. I was sucking, licking and eating Cindy's cunt with all my being. My ass was bouncing up and down, meeting every fucking stoke of Marsha's thick long cock like the slut I was. FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, FFFUUUCCCKKK ME! my mind screamed. Cindy came first. Covered with sweat and fucking my face with her twat, her translucent crème pumped out of her pussy. The sweet tart quim filled my mouth, drenched my throat and ran down my face. I sucked...I lapped...I swallowed. She came again, and I continued to swallow her. I concentrated on her clit. She came again. I moved my mouth down to the bottom of her cunt, to the crack of her ass, sucking in the final faint traces of her cum. Marsha's orgasm came upon Cindy's second climax. Driving the 16-inch cock down into me, she sent her ejaculated streaming out of her cunt along the rubber cock. As before, the quantity of her cum was copious. It coated my ass, running down the backs of my legs, down my balls, and pooling on the footstool. She rode her climax in a series of small bouncing thrust of the cock, grinding her clit down upon its shaft. Cindy pushed me away from her cunt with a grinning satisfied visage. Marsha was collapsed on top of me, her long rubber cock still buried deep in my ass. She gave a grunt of satisfaction and stood up. Marsha unstrapped the harness from around her waist and pulled the dildo out of her cunt. She left the rubber monster buried in my ass, sticking out of me like some perverse anal erection. I should have felt drained, but I only needed to cum. My cock literally hurt. Cindy asked me if I had enough fucking. I hesitated. How to answer? Oh god, yes I wanted...needed to fuck...but "fucking" could just mean getting my ass fucked some more. Thinking...then I had the answer..."I'm ready to cum. Please let me cum" "That's not what I asked you, Slut." Cindy's voice dropped an octave as she said this. "You just never seem to learn. Can't you answer a simple question?" Shit...I thought...Fuck...I couldn't fool her. "Yes Mistress, oh god, please YES!" Cindy sat there grinning at me. "Yes what?" "Yes, I want to fuck," I replied in a quiet meek voice. "Should we let him fuck?" Cindy asked Marsha. There was silence. I dare not look away from Cindy's gaze. "I don't think so. I already fucked him and he should have been satisfied by that," Marsha said to Cindy. Then address me, she said "Didn't you enjoy fucking me? Wasn't my cock good enough for you?" I was trapped. I couldn't say yes...I couldn't say no. I knelt there in silence. "Cunt got your tongue?" Marsha asked. Still I didn't answer. Marsha grabbed the long rubber cock and tore it from my ass. "If you have nothing to say, maybe you had better just suck on this," as Marsha said this, she tossed the latex cock to Cindy. The long cock was covered with shit and slim from my ass. Cindy held the cock by the end that had been in Marsha's cunt. She looked at me and smiled that evil smile. She brought the cock to my mouth. I knew better than to hesitate. I open my mouth to take the filth cock. "Good boy. Finally past a test." Still smiling, Cindy reversed the rubber cock and put the end from Marsha cunt into my mouth. I struggled to hold the cock in my mouth. Although I had taken as much of the cock into my mouth as I could, I only had about 6-inches. Even at that, my gag reflexes were fighting me. I must have looked a total mess. A long, thick shit covered cock was hanging down my chest. I was covered with sweat, pussy juice and quim. My checks were puckered in, as I sucked the cock in my mouth, slightly gagging and trying not to retch. "He's such a fucking Slut. He's never satisfied. Here I let him eat two pussies, fuck another and he still wants to fuck some more." The evil grin was on Cindy's face as she said this. "Beg, Slut. Beg Marsha and convince her to change her mind. Come on bitch, beg.." I turned to Marsha. She stood tall above me, her long hair sweat matted around her shoulders. Her round 36-C tits swayed as she moved her legs apart. I looked up at her cunt. The labia was pulled ragged from her vulva, distended by the 8-inches of rubber cock that had so recently filled her cunt. Her cunt and legs were coated with a mix of her sweat, pussy juice and cum. I took the hint. I eased between her outspread thighs. I gently kissed the raw labia. I softly ran my tongue up and down her twat. I licked from the anus to her clit. Over and over, gently...softly...kissing and licking. She sighed. Her hips moved forward and Marsha leaned into me. She relaxed. Good, I thought. I was winning her over. I used my tongue to reach in between the labia, probing into her cunt. She began to breath more rapidly, and reached behind my head. I pressed my mouth further into her cunt.... Then, she pissed on me. My first Golden Shower. In total surprise, as her urine shot into my mouth, I attempted to pull away. Marsha held tight to my head. "FUCKING SLUT. DON'T GOD DAMN MORE, BITCH!" The best I could do was close my mouth. She pissed all over my face. The warm sour piss running all down my body, I obediently knelt there. When she was done, she stepped back. I was totally humiliated. Marsha and Cindy broke into laughter. I glanced up. Marsha was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. From behind me, I heard Cindy say, "Well, I guess actions speak louder than words." Marsha kicked my back onto the floor. "No suckee...No fuckee, boy san. You were supposed to drink that asshole. Strike three, you're out." Marsha was still laughing so hard, she had difficulty speaking. "You can clean this mess up tomorrow, Slut." Cindy got up from the couch and moved to the toy box as she addressed me. She reached into the toy box and took out the cock harness, a waistband with wrist cuffs, and a set of spring clips. She came over and grabbed me by the hair and began to lead me to the bathroom. Crawling behind her, I saw Marsha taking a large black butt plug from the toy box. Cindy put me in the shower and turned on the cold water. The freezing water stung on my raw skin. Slowly my erection began to shrink. Cindy watched and when I was semi-flaccid, she shut the water off. She took a towel and dried me off. I stood very still. Once I was dry, Cindy took the cock harness and put it on. Three steel rings, each smaller than the one before it, encased the shaft of my penis. A leather strap went around the base of the scrotum and was snapped in place. A second leather strap came up between my balls, splitting them in two. Finally, a wide leather band was snapped around the testicles, stretching and pulling them down from my crotch. Cindy strapped the leather waist belt around me and locked my wrist into the two cuffs. She then took the two spring clips. Bending over, she sucked on my nipples until they were erect. When pointed out hard and long from my tits, she clamped a clip on each nipple. Cindy's sucking on my nipples had started my cock to respond. As my cock began to fill with blood, the three metal rings cut into its erection. Regardless of how my cock swelled and throbbed, I would have no further erection that night. The nipple clips bit cruely into my flesh. The blood was soon forced out of my nipples, only to be replaced by a biting pain. Checking that all the torture devices were securely in place, Cindy stepped back to admire her Slut. The two shiny metal spring clips hung down from my nipples. My semi-erect cock was contorted in its maze of steel and leather. My hands were cuffed to my waist, at my side. I could walk and talk, but that was all. "Good Slut. Time for bed," Cindy said. She reached out and slapped by throbbing cock, smiling as I reacted, flinching back and raising my leg to protect my exposed penis. Marsha had entered the bathroom and stood behind Cindy. "It looks like you will need these too," she said. As Cindy turned, Marsha handed her a ball gag and the large black butt plug. Cindy smiled, and said "Your pleasure, roomy!" Cindy stepped aside and Marsha moved forward. Marsha took the ball gag and lifted it to my mouth. "Open." She pushed the gag into my open mouth and strapped it firmly in place. "Turn around and bend over," she said. As I turned and bent, Marsha pushed the huge anal plug into my ass. My asshole was raw, but thankfully also somewhat loosened from the ravage rape it had suffered. I could only grunt and gag into the ball as she twisted the monster into my ass. Once the black beast was past my sphincter, my ass closed tight around the butt plug's base. I stood there, bound and gagged...totally at their mercy (as if they had any)... totally humiliated...totally turned on. My cock was swollen and straining at the three metal rings that held it hostage. Between each ring, my cock swelled purple and veined. My balls were equally swollen and purple, each clamped tightly by the leather that bound them. The pain in my cock almost made me want to scream. Marsha reached down and took the drop of cum that had squeezed out of the slit on my cock, on her finger. She took the finger and stuck it up my nose. My senses were suddenly filled with the smell of my own semen. "Time for bed, I said, Slut." Saying this, Cindy took me by the waist belt and led me to her bedroom. "Spend the night with me roomy?" Cindy said to Marsha. "Certainly Mistress," Marsha replied. Cindy shoved me onto a dog blanket at the end of her bed. She and Marsha climbed into the bed and turned off the lights. As I drifted off to sleep, my body twisted and writhing in pain, I could hear the soft sounds of kissing and caresses coming from the darkened bed above me. Tests were a bitch... Cindy's Slut Ch. 05 Chapter 5: The Maid I awoke to the sounds of lovemaking. I tried to move and then realized that I was bound and gagged at the foot of Cindy's bed. I hurt all over. My ass, back and legs were red and raw with welt and bruises. My ass and sphincter were so torn, that it hurt just to move. The huge butt plug that was wedged into my ass did little to ease that pain. The 12-inch girth of the plug that stretched my ass felt terribly. If not for the smaller diameter at the lower end of the pear-shaped intruder and its large round base, I would have attempted to shit it out! My throat was dry. I coughed, or tried to, but the rubber ball gag strapped in my mouth resulted in a half-retching from my throat. I tried to sit up, but with my hands cuffed to my waist and I had to roll over instead. I lay on my side listening to the moans and groans coming from the bed above me. It was obvious that Marsha and Cindy were having an early morning tryst. I rolled on to my ass and leaned against the bed. The 8-inch long anal plug pushed farther into my tender ass. I felt again the pain deep in my colon, where Marsha had fucked me with her 24-inch, double-headed cock. The pain caused me to double over. Apparently, my movements on the dog blanket at the foot of the bed caught the attention of the two horny girls. Cindy looked down at my disheveled appearance. "Slut, did we wake you up?" she said with her wicked grin. Marsha took a different tone. "What the fuck are you doing down there bitch? Can't you tell that we're busy up here?" I stared at the two girls. They lay naked on top of the tussled sheets. Cindy's long blonde hair was cascaded around her shoulders. Her face was flushed, traces of a reddish hue spread all the way down to her pert high 34-D breasts. Her breathing was rapid and her firm large breast rose and fell on her tiny 110-pound frame. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could clearly see the shiny lips of her shaved pussy. Marsha's right hand was wedged between Cindy's legs and her fingers were stuck in Cindy's cunt. Marsha's fingers were curled upward, obviously frigging Cindy's clit. Marsha's long brown hair hung loosely around her oval face. Her large round 36-C tits rested against Cindy's stomach. Her large brown aureoles and long hard nipples contrasted with the white flesh of her tits. Marsha went back to kissing Cindy's breasts. Her full pouty lips took Cindy's round coral shaped aureoles into her mouth. As she kissed and suck upon Cindy's tits, she continued to finger fuck her clit. Cindy moaned and spread her legs. Cindy was nice and wide between her legs to begin with, so the additional width allowed Marsha to now get three of her fingers into Cindy's cunt. As Marsha continued to fuck Cindy, I could see her pussy juices running down Marsha's hand. Cindy rolled onto her back and Marsha pushed her up. With her knees bent and her legs splayed, Cindy's cunt gave total access to Marsha's hand. Taking full advantage of her position, Marsha began to insert all her fingers into Cindy's snatch. As Marsha pushed her hand into Cindy's cunt, she twisted it back and forth. Cindy's pussy juices ran freely, coating Marsha's hand thoroughly. Soon, Marsha had her hand into Cindy's tiny pussy up to her knuckles. I had never seen Cindy's pussy so stretched and distended. Certainly, when Cindy was being fucked with my 8-inch diameter cock she must have been very similarly stretched. But, at those times, with my 10-inch cock deep inside her, I was not in a position to have such a view. Cindy was moaning, groaning and mumbling to Marsha. From my position at the foot of the bed, I could make out some of her words. Cindy was begging Marsha to fuck her harder, to stick her hand into her cunt, and to make her cum. Marsha had a sadistic smile on her face. She knew that her while her whole hand was being jammed into Cindy's tight cunt, it must have been hurting her. But, she also knew that while Cindy continued to beg to cum that she could abuse her poor pussy any what she wanted. Marsha seemed to sense that Cindy's climax was close. She increased the pace at which she was slamming her fingers into her cunt. Marsha's tit sucking changed to biting. I could see her lips pull back and watched as her teeth bit into my lover's hard little nipples. I winced at the sight, but part of my discomfort was more than empathy. My poor tortured nipples were still clamped in the metal spring clips that Cindy had placed on them last night. Cindy screamed and attempted to grab Marsha's head. Marsha used her position and slightly larger body to force Cindy flat onto her back. With what appeared to me vicious delight, Marsha twisted and ground her hand into Cindy's cunt. I watched as Cindy came and Marsha's knuckles slide into her cunt. With her full hand in Cindy's terrible stretched pussy, Marsha released her teeth from Cindy's left breast and moved to kiss her. Marsha round full pouty lips covered Cindy's smaller mouth. Her tongue snaked into Cindy's, lashing and fighting with Cindy's own tongue. Cindy's milky white, translucent cum now coated Marsha wrist and forearm. Her quim ran down Marsha's arm and formed a large wet spot on the bed. As her climax subsided, Marsha pulled her hand from Cindy's cunt. I watched enviously, as Marsha extended her hand to Cindy and as Cindy licked her own cum from the offered appendage. I gazed at Cindy's red, abused twat. Her labia, normally tucked so tightly in behind her vulva, were distended and raw. Swollen with blood and coated with cum, her cunt continued to ooze her sticky sweet quim. I drooled behind my ball gag. My cock, having suffered a night of torture and no sexual release, had quickly grown erect...or at least as erect as it could. My cock was bound in its harness, the shaft wedged through a series of three small metal rings, my balls split and stretched by two leather bands. The pain in my cock replaced the pain in my ass from the huge rubber butt plug. The metal rings punished any attempt at an erection. My shaft was cut by the rings, with the intervening sections swollen purple and coursed with throbbing blood vessels. Each metal ring was smaller than the one below it. As a result, the mushroom head of my cock was engorged to the point where one could not even see the ring that bound it. During the previous evening, my cock had fucked a pussy, been beaten, masturbated and abused...but it had not been allowed to cum. Now, badly engorged with blood and painfully restrained by the harness, cum dribbled from it's slit. I didn't realize that I was moaning and drooling with lust. Nor, did I realize that I was thrusting my ass back and forth, attempting to drive the huge anal plug against my prostrate. Apparently, my noise did not go unnoticed by the girls. Cindy looked at my engorged cock and watched as the drool ran down my chin. "Looks like little miss Slut needs some release," she said. Marsha, taking in my grievous appearance, simply laughed. The girls got up and we all went to the shower. As the two girls worked to free me from my bondage, they used every opportunity to rub and grind their naked bodies into my bruised flesh. When the ball gag was removed, I struggled to ease the pain in my jaw. When the spring clips were removed from my nipples, the blood rushed back into them. The pain in my nipples was indescribable. I uttered a high-pitched "AAAaaahhh". Marsha responded with a hard slap across my ass, "Be a man bitch." Cindy looked as if she were about to say something, but then didn't. Marsha reached to remove the cock harness, but Cindy intervened. "Mine," she said to Marsha. With a shrug, Marsha moved to unbuckle the waist belt and wrist cuffs. Cindy moved more gently, slowly releasing the leather straps that bound my cock. As the harness came of, it left deep impressions on my poor inflamed penis. Grooves were left below the head and on the shaft where the metal rings had embedded in the tormented flesh. When she released the bands from around my distended testicles, they shriveled and withdrew into my savaged scrotum. Even as the pain washed through my cock and balls, as the blood rushed back into the organs, Cindy's soft touch brought an instant erection to my cock. Smiling up at me, Cindy then gently bent me over at the waist and began to take the massive butt plug from my ass. My ass was extremely sore from the hard abusive fucking Marsha had given me last night. Pull as she might, Cindy could not get my raw sphincter to release its grip on the huge piece of rubber. She resorted to twisting and turning the big anal plug, as if she were unscrewing it. As Cindy worked to remove the intruder, I bit down on my lip and struggled not to cry out. Inch by inch, my sphincter was torn back as the 12-inch diameter black monster was screwed out of my ass. Once the widest part of the butt plug forced its way out past the sphincter, the remaining tapered portion of the plug popped free. Cindy dropped it in the tub. Remnants of excrement and Vaseline covered the big black monster. A similar mess of the slick discolored fluid ran freely down my legs. Turning on a torrent of hot water, Cindy pushed me to my knees. She stood above me and spread her legs and extended her red, swollen pussy to my face. I leaned in gently and began to softly kiss and lick her cunt. As the water ran down her body, it washed across my face. With my mouth cupped around her cunt, I licked and swallowed the remnants of her sweet quim. I used my tongue to lick her clean, between the inner and outer lips, then along her entire slit. I could tell that her cunt was tender, as she pulsed her hips toward me and softly moaned. By the time I reached her clit, and began my ministration, she rewarded my efforts with an orgasm. New, fresh quim flooded into my mouth. I drank greedily, sucking and swallowing the sweet warm cum. Marsha watched as I finished Cindy. Then she grabbed me roughly by the hair and drug me back in between her legs. "My turn Slut," she said to me. With her back to the shower wall, she raised on leg onto the edge of the tub. Roughly, she forced my face onto her cunt. Marsha's cunt was a shade or two darker in color than Cindy's. The space between her legs was also narrower than Cindy's, so by raising her leg Marsha allowed me better access to her pussy. Marsha's cunt was caked with dried cum. Apparently, Cindy had brought her to an orgasm before receiving her own. Responding to the rough treatment from Marsha, I roughly began to mouth her cunt. A sharp slap across my face was followed by her order to "Be gentle you fucking bitch". With that rebuke, I softened my approach and administered to her snatch in a manner such as I had Cindy's cunt. Marsha's labia protruded slightly from between her vulva. As a result, I more easily slip my tongue between her folds. She used her grip on my head to direct my tongue, moving my mouth up and down the length of her cunt. I stuck my tongue into her, licking her twat from the crack of her ass to the clit. Each long lapping motion of my tongue brought her closer to an orgasm. When she came, Marsha ejaculated volumes of her milky white quim. As she came in my mouth, I struggled to swallow all the warm tart fluid. Sensing my dilemma, Marsha used both hand to force my mouth tightly against her cunt. As Marsha's copious quantities of cum ebbed, I began to ease back from her cunt. With a growl, Marsha held tightly to my head and ground my mouth against her twat. As she continued to thrust her hips into my face, I could taste a change in her pussy. Shit...she was doing it again to me. I knew from last night, that I had better not move my head or close my mouth. With a grunt, and then a sigh of contentment, Marsha began to piss in my mouth. I could not drink her piss. Try as I might, I could simply not degrade myself to that degree. Instead, I kept my mouth open and let the hot, sour fluid course through my mouth and down my chest. Mixed with the warm shower water, the urine escaping my mouth was camouflaged. With her head arched back, Marsha was unaware of my ploy. When Marsha was done, she released my head. I dropped my face and let the remaining piss dribble out of my mouth. "Good little Slut. I'll make a Golden Shower bitch out of you yet," Marsha said with an evil gloat. I looked up and back at my lover, my Mistress Cindy. She nodded her approval of my submission. At the same time, I knew that she had seen the yellow urine being washed down the drain and that she had not rebuked me. Apparently, Cindy understood my limits. As much as she demanded that I submit to her will, even to the point of submitting to her friends, she loved her slave. The girls got out of the shower. As I started to get out, Cindy pushed me back down to my knees. "You're not ready yet Slut," she said, pointing down. I looked down at my cock. It was still hard and erect. Cindy switched the water temperature to cold. As the frigid fluid cascade down my torso, it began to have the desired effect. Ever so slowly, my throbbing erection began to become flaccid By the time that my cock had shrunk and shriveled, Marsha was standing next to me with an enema bag. "I don't want any more shit coming from that asshole," she said. Cindy shut the cold water off, and Marsha told me to get on my hands and knees. This was the first enema that I had ever had. As Marsha hook the bag to the showerhead, Cindy forced the nozzle up my ass. Releasing the clamp on the hose, Marsha let the warm soapy water fill my intestines. The sensation was difficult to describe. It felt as if my entire gut track was being pumped up. The water was heavy and pressed down on my prostrate. I felt lightheaded and slightly giddy. The more the water filled me, the more a slow agonizing pain began to pervade my body. Soon, it felt as if I could hold no more. And urgent needed to expel the fluid consumed me. My head was bent down and my face was on the bottom of the tub. I arched my back and pushed my ass up in the air, attempting to mitigate the increasing pressure. A moan escaped my lips. My penis began to grow erect. The girls watched intently. Like play-by-play commentators, they pointed out to each other how my body was reacting. They giggled and pointed out how stiff my penis had become. They noted that my nipples were hard and sticking out. More and more water filled my guts, until I was sure that I would explode. I couldn't hold my ass shut any more and streams of brown water began to squirt out of my asshole. "Keep that water in your ass or you'll regret it!" Marsha sneered. I clamped down hard on my sphincter muscles. Cindy reached up and shut off the hose. I knelt there, huddled on all fours, afraid to move. "Stay there and don't let any of the water out," Cindy admonished. "Watch him," she said to Marsha. Cindy left the bathroom. "Masturbate for me Slut," Marsha demanded. I reached down with my left hand, balancing on my right forearm, and began to stroke my cock. Pumping my meat only made the pressure in my ass feel worse. As my hand stroked my cock, small goops of cum oozed from the slit. Cindy returned carrying a wooden paddle with holes drilled through it. I knew this weapon from previous experience and did not relish what I knew was about to happen. "Count to twenty and then you can go to the bathroom," Cindy said. She leaned over the tub and raised the paddle high over her head. I waited in dread anticipation. Both girls were smiling, enjoying my fear. Then Cindy brought the paddle down. The wood cracked on my right ass cheek and drove my head into the faucet. The paddle left a huge red mark, punctuated by small white circles left by the holes. "One Mistress," I counted. The second blow landed on the left ass cheek. I grit my teeth and squeezed my ass as tight as I could. The impact of the blow was like striking a ripe watermelon. I could feel the shockwave pulse through the water in my abdomen. "Two Mistress," I said. Ten blows I counted, each delivered on alternating sides of my ass. Tears streamed down my face and a small line of brown water dripped out of my ass. Cindy said to Marsha, "My arm is getting tired. You take over." "Oh, goody. Now, we'll see what the little Slut is made off, wouldn't we?" Marsha addressed this question to me. "Are you crying little bitch? You fucking pussy, I'll give you something to cry about." Marsha wound up like a major league pitcher. The holes in the paddle whistled as she brought the wood down up my ass. The impact was too much for me. My head slammed into the end of the tub and I saw stars. A stream of filth brown water shot out of my ass. "Now you did it bitch." The tone in Marsha voice was pure evil. I didn't even get a chance to count eleven. Marsha used the paddle like a club beating out a beat. One..two...three...four...five...the blow smashed into my ass in rapid succession. The holes in the wood sent the leaking brown water jetting through the paddle and splattering around the shower enclosure. Six...seven...eight...nine...then a pause. "I told you that you would pay Slut," as Marsha said this she delivered the final blow. She aimed the paddle for a point between my legs where my ass crack met my balls. The paddle connected with my testicles and I screamed. I lost any ass control that I might have had left. All the soapy warm water that remained in my bowels was expelled. I lay there, flat on my chest with my ass in the air. Filthy brown fetid water surrounded me in the bottom of the tub. I felt so humiliated and abused. I hated Marsha. "Let's do a final check," Marsha said. She took the enema hose and rammed it back in my ass. Releasing the clamp, she sent the remaining water cascading into my guts. When the bag was empty, she reminded me to stay still. The girls left and I lay there in the cold smell fluid. After an indeterminable time, they returned. Cindy wore a black bustier, black panties, black stockings, and black pumps. Marsha wore a matching outfit, but all in red. "Go to the bathroom and empty yourself," Cindy said. "Then, take another hot shower and clean yourself and the tub. When your done put these on." I watched as she tossed a blue bra and panties on the sink. The girls left. I got out of the tub and went to the toilet. I sat there as time and again, water jetted out of my ass. After dumping what seemed like a gallon, I went back to the shower. I washed myself with hot water and cleaned the tub. I got out of the shower and went to the sink. I picked up the panties and bra. They were Marsha's from last night. The crotch of the blue panties was stiff with crusted cum and quim. I struggled to get them up around my hips. I placed by cock and balls back between my legs, so that there was no bulge in the front except for my pubic hair. I put the blue front-hook bra on. Even though it was a 36, it didn't want to stretch to accommodate my 42-inch chest. After a good deal of exhaling and hard pulling, I got the clasp hooked. The under wire cut into my ribs and I found it difficult to breath. Unsure of what was to happen next, I wandered out to find the girls. The girls were sitting in the kitchen, eating pancakes. Strawberries and whipped crème were piled high on top of the cakes. As I stood there in my blue panties and bra, my stomach growled. The girls looked up at me...and instantly began to laugh. I must have been a hysterical site, standing there with a pussy look in the panties and the bra stretch so tightly across my chest. I hung my head. "Sounds like the Slut is hungry," said Cindy. "Would you like some strawberries and pancakes?" she said. With head held low, standing before the two women in panties and bra, I answered, "Yes, please". Marsha would have none of it. "Only real women get strawberries and crème, and only good girls at that. This cunt can't even fill out a bra, and we know how fucking dirty she is." Marsha waited for my response, but I stood silent. Cindy's Slut Ch. 05 Cindy said to Marsha, "you can see to filling those tits. In the mean time, I suppose we must give this Slut something to eat given all the work she has to do." Cindy got up and went to the cupboard. She took down a box of oatmeal. She dumped some of the oats into a bowl and added cold water. She stirred the contents into a thick tan paste. "Do you think Slut is deserving of this servant's mush?" Cindy asked Marsha. "Sure, but if she is going to work and look like a girl, she should eat like one to," Marsha said. As Marsha was answering Cindy, she had been filling two blue balloons. She brought the balloons over and pushed them into the bra's cups. The cold water caused my nipples to harden. "You had better not ruin my bra bitch," she said. "Let's have this cunt eat like a girl," Marsha winked at Cindy as she said this. "Drop those panties," Marsha commanded. I worked the tight satin off my hips and down around my ankles. "Show us what the boys like," she said. I didn't under stand and just stood there. "Show us your clit bitch!" Marsha yelled. Not having a clit, I took a guess that she was referring to my cock. I pulled my shriveled penis from between my legs. Marsha took the bowl of cold thick gelatinous oatmeal from Cindy. "Now put some crème on your breakfast Slut." As Marsha said this to me she pushed the bowl into my hand. I slowly began to stroke my cock, pointing it at the bowl of oatmeal. Feeling more than a little embarrassed masturbating in front of two women, I was having a difficult time getting an erection. "Looks like she needs some encouragement," Cindy said. Walking over to me, Cindy began to play with my nipples. Reaching under the balloons, she pinched and twisted them. When that failed to get an erection out of me, she said, "I guess the bitch needs more even more encouragement. Cindy took two black spring clips off the table. She pulled the brassiere's cups away from my chest and clamped the clips onto my nipples. A hiss of pain slipped from my lips. "Poor little thing, that's just a taste of what you're in for today," Cindy held her hand against my check as she said this with a smile. Meanwhile, Marsha had gone and picked up the leather whip and wooden paddle. Keeping the paddle, she handed the whip to Cindy. "You had better get busy milking some crème, because we are going to beat your ass until you do, bitch," Marsha swished the paddle through the air as she said this. With Marsha on the left and Cindy on the right, they began to whip and spank my ass. I was busy pumping up and down on my shaft. The girls knew their business, because the stimulus and the incentive of pain soon had me sporting a full-blown erection. I jacked my cock hard and fast, feeling the pent up cum of two days rapidly rising up from my balls. Grunting and groaning I shot my load onto the cold oatmeal. Having been denied an orgasm for almost two days, my cock shot half a dozen long jets of hot, thick cum all over the top of the oatmeal. As it hit the cold cereal, the 1/2 a cup or so of cum began to cool. The cum began to congeal into a mess of semi-solid whitish goop and runny translucent semen. When I had stopped ejaculating, Cindy reached down and placed the ringed cock harness around my penis. Because my cock was still semi-hard, she had to struggle to squeeze the rings down the shaft. With one ring firmly around the base of the shaft, a second just under my circumcision line, and the last under the mushroom head of my cock, she snapped the harness in place. The taking a small suitcase paddle lock, Cindy secured it in place. She held my cock in the palm of one hand and gave the organ a slap along its top length with the other. Before the stinging blow had even subsided, she whispered in my ear, "Now we don't have to worry about that little clit of yours causing any more problems." Her cute petite face was besmirched with her evil little grin as she said that. While Cindy was attaching the cock harness, Marsha was strapping on the ball harness. Marsha pulled my scrotum down hard, stretching the sack as far as she could. She wrapped the wide leather band around the sack, just above the balls, and cinched it tight. Next she took the narrower leather band and split my balls apart. She hooked that leather strap to the first strap and then attached another small paddle lock. "Just about done, Slut," Cindy said. She kissed me on the neck. From the table, Cindy took a dap of whipped crème. "Bend over," she commanded. As I bent forward, Cindy took that dollop of crème and put it on my asshole. She then took an anal butt plug from a sideboard and pushed it against the crème. "This is probably going to hurt a little," so saying, Cindy rammed the butt plug into my ass. Considering that the butt plug was only about 6-inches long and about 4-inches around, it still really hurt. All the ass fucking that Marsha had given me, plus the two enemas, had left my poor sphincter torn and raw. It also didn't help that the only lubricant that was used was a teaspoon of whipped crème. With the butt plug firmly in place, Cindy pulled my testicles back between my legs and up tight against my ass crack. She hooked the ball harness to the butt plug and locked the two together. Then she took the cock harness, wrenched my cock back on top of the ball harness and hooked those together. "There sweetness, you little clit is tight in you little cunt, like a good little girl," Cindy pulled me back upright as she said this. "And now good little girls need to eat their cookies and crème for breakfast," said Marsha. "Down bitch, dogs eat on the floor!" Marsha grabbed the back of my neck and forced me down onto the kitchen floor. She placed the bowl of cum covered oatmeal in front of my face. "Eat it and eat it all," Marsha said this with a half-laugh, half-sneer in her voice. With my elbows on the floor, I pushed my mouth into the goopie mess. The oatmeal was like a thick paste, having been made with cold water. The cum was thoroughly congealed, slimy and with a strong salty flavor. I took a small amount of the cold slimy mucous mess into my mouth. The slimy texture and salty taste made me gag. I spit the mess out. Marsha was livid. "God damn ungrateful bitch! We make you breakfast and you spit it out! You're a slut now, our slut and you'll eat cum like a good slut or I'll beat your ass bloody!" Saying this, Marsha took her foot and forced my face into the fetid food. She began to slam the wooden paddle down upon my ass. Whether intentionally or by accident, her blows landed on my bound cock and balls. I fell sideways on the floor, curling in a ball and begging her to stop! In the middle of another swing, Cindy intervened. She grabbed Marsha arm and stayed the blow. "I don't want her clit injured! You could crush his balls! As Cindy said this to Marsha, I could see the rage give. If I feared Marsha, Marsha feared Cindy. "I'm sorry Mistress. I...I just got carried away. This fucking Slut is always fucking up. She needs to be trained," Marsha said. "That's not your concern. I do the training here and you will do as I tell you...or you'll suffer the consequences!" Cindy's voice was stern and left no doubt who was in command. Once assured that Marsha knew her place, Cindy addressed me again. "Slut, get back on you knees and eat your food. Do as Marsha told you to do. Eat it and eat it all. Don't you dare embarrass me by leaving a single morsel in that bowl. You have five minutes!" I rolled back onto my knees. My cock and balls were screaming in pain. I trusted a glance at Marsha. She gave me an evil vindictive smile. I placed my mouth back into the bowl. Trying not to breathe and thereby avoid gagging, I took large mouthfuls of the slimy mess. With watering eyes and chocking, I forced down one mouthful after another. I didn't chew, just tried to swallow quickly. Cindy had forced me to taste my own cum before, but that was just a small amount and it had been mixed with her sweet quim. Now I was being forced to drink, forced to eat, about a 1/2 cup of my own cum; cold, slimy and sticky. The cold sticky paste that the oatmeal had formed certainly didn't help the situation. I finished the revolting mess in about three minutes. I even licked the bowl to make sure that no remnants were left in the bowl. "That's a good Slut," Cindy said when she saw that I had eaten the entire mess and in less than the mandated 5-minutes. "Get up," she said. Turning back to Marsha, she said, "Go get the rest of the stuff." Then Cindy poured a coffee cup full of tequila and handed it to me. "Drink," she said. I gulped the alcohol down, delighting in the effect it had in washing away the taste in my mouth. "Come into the living room," as she said this, Cindy turned and walked into the living room. Marsha had returned and followed us into the room. She handed me a long blonde wig. "Here, put this on," she said. I put the wig on and Marsha adjusted it. "Now put these on." She handed me a blue garter belt and pair of blue nylons. As I put the garter belt and stockings on, Cindy said, "You know the garter belt is supposed to go under you panties, like mine." She pointed down to the black panties that were over the bustiers attached garters. "With the panties on top, you take them off and still keep on your stockings," she said. I recalled how I like to fuck her with garters and nylons on. She smiled as if she read my thoughts. "It doesn't matter for you right now, as you aren't going to get to take your panties off." "We don't have any pumps for you today so you can wear these slippers for now. Also, from now on you'll have to get your own lingerie for housework," Cindy said with a grin. She watched as her words took on meaning. "Yes, housework, Maid Slut. Don't you remember when I told you that we would clean up last night's mess today? Look at this mess in the living room. Look at that urine stain on the rug. Today, Maid, you will clean it all up! The three of us stood there in our lingerie. Marsha and Cindy in their perfumed red and black bustiers, and I in my soiled, smelly blue panties and bra. My blue water filled tits swelled in my bra. The front of my panties were pussy flat, with only the hint of my pubic hair showing. Marsha noted as I looked from them and then back to myself. When she saw me looking at my crotch, she said, "Don't worry, we'll have you all shaved by next time. After all, if we are going to match, we all have to have shaved twats. Now, get to work bitch," Marsha said, "and next time drink all my piss so you wouldn't have such a mess to clean up! For the rest of that Saturday, I carried mops and buckets, vacuums and dust rags, brooms and dustpans. I sweep, scrubbed and cleaned. The two girls sat on the couch, drinking tequila, smoking weed, and watching porno videos. Despite their other activities, the girls were never too busy to point out any speck of dirt or spot that I might have missed. I wasn't used to the long hair. It hung in my face and always seemed to get in the way. My cock and ball occasionally pinched between my legs. Any time that I bent over, my scrotum was mercilessly stretched and the big plug in my ass would ride against my raw sphincter. My nipples were numb as the spring clips cut into the tender flesh of my tits. My water filled "breasts" were cold and bounced against the nipple clips, generating additional pain. By the time I finished that evening, the living room was sparkling clean. I was not leaving any chance that I could be further punished...or so I hoped. Cindy and Marsha gave the room the "white glove test", literally. Satisfied with my work, all sins seemed forgotten. Cindy and Marsha took me between them on the couch, feeding me tequila and marijuana. They took turns filling their mouths with alcohol and smoke and then kissing me and shot gunning the contents into my mouth. Soon I was in a total buzz. The girls began to take the lingerie, nipple clips and harness from my body. Release from the clothes and bondage was a mix of pain and relief. Once I was striped, the girls took turns striping each other. By the time we were all naked and wasted, it was late in the evening. "Let's go to bed girls," Cindy said. She kissed me and reached out to wrap her hand gently around my "clit". "Sounds good, my cunt could use some special cleaning," Marsha said, looking at me. She leaned over and began to suck on my left nipple. The three of us went to the bedroom and crawled into bed. I had it made, they had their Maid. Cindy's Slut Ch. 06 CHAPTER 6 CINDY'S BIRTHDAY Cindy's birthday was in August, about 2-weeks after her and Marsha's game of making me their Maid. After the maid incident, things had gone pretty much back to normal. Normal that is it you consider that Marsha now took carnal knowledge of me. I tried to spend less time at Cindy and Marsha's rented house and more time at my apartment. The time spent at the apartment meant that it was just Cindy and I. As a result, even thought Cindy continued the nude workouts and her reward/ punishment system of training, I got to be alone with her. Sex, which was never dull and always more than a little kinky, was preferable when it was just we two. Although Cindy continued to dominate our sexual relationship, she was always willing (in the end) to let me get down to good ole "power fucking". Whether it was just my enjoyment of ramming my big 10-inch cock deep into her tight pussy until it bottomed out or whether it was revenge for the deep ass fucking that I had suffered from Marsha (obviously with Cindy approval), I really relished the "power fucks" that I got during those two weeks. Not that I wanted to hurt Cindy any more than she had wanted me hurt by Marsha, but I fucked her as hard and deep as I could. I loved the look of her long blonde hair tossing back and forth with the movement of her head as she endured my power fucks. Her pretty little face became a pure mix of pain and pleasure as I hit my tempo fucking her cunt from clit to vagina, top to bottom. I loved to her hear scream and beg, first to be fucked and then later begging for me to stop. She was always very vocal, if not talking dirty, then pumping me with questions, or moan, groaning and screaming. When I had my cock fucking her deep, I would bite her hard little nipple until they yielded milk. Honest to god, Cindy's tits would actually produce milk when she was really sexually aroused. Once her tits started lactating, I would wrap my lips around those beautiful globe and suck as hard as I could. Her milk was almost as sweet as her quim. During those two weeks, I power fucked Cindy nearly every night. At the end of those two weeks, she was so sore that she could hardly walk. Every step she took would cause her silk panties to ride against her raw, abuse pussy. I loved it. Inevitably, we had to spend some time at her house. Marsha always seemed to make a point of being at the house when we were. She also always made a point of having some sort of physical contact with me. She loved to catch me in the bathroom. Marsha would walk in on me and demand to hold my cock as I pissed. If I were taking a dump, she would step across my legs and rub her cunt in my face. If I were showering, Marsha would climb into the shower with me. She would play with my cock until it was erect and then demand that I eat her. Even if I were just sitting around the house, Marsha would plop down and start rubbing my leg and my cock. If she got an erection, her called me a "bad boy" and rebuked me for not learning to control my cock. But, even as she would berate me, she would be kissing my neck, nibbling my ear and whispering how she wanted to fuck me. With her long soft brown hair caressing my face, her nice full 36-C tits would be tight against my arm, shoulder and chest. She would unbutton my shirt, open my belt, and unzip my pants until she got her hands on my cock. Then she would play with my dick until it was hard and aching to cum. Finally, she would dip her finger in my pre-cum, rub it on her lips and French me, then leave me with my dick sticking out as she went to report me to Cindy. Cindy was well aware of the harassment Marsha dished out, but Cindy enjoyed watching me suffer through these "tests". But, for me it was always a no-win situation. If I resisted Marsha's advances, I was being rude to Cindy's roommate...and I would be punished. If I submitted to Marsha's advanced, I was a Slut ... and I would be punished. Regardless, win or lose, I would end up with Marsha whipping my ass (sometimes Cindy even let her fuck me in the ass). After my ass abuse, she would make me "orally" apologize, eating her cunt to multiple orgasms. Marsha loved the game. She loved dominating a guy. She especially seemed to enjoy abusing me, perhaps because I was Cindy's boyfriend or perhaps because I gave such cunnlingus. I had always liked eating pussy, but it was different with Marsha. First, she was vindictive and used pussy eating as a pure punishment. Unlike when I ate Cindy's pussy, with Marsha it didn't matter whether I ever enjoyed it. Also, Marsha always came in huge copious amounts. Try as I might, I could never seem to drink all her quim fast enough. Inevitably I ended up covered in her quim and smelling like her cunt. So, about three days before Cindy's birthday, I was at the house, when in comes Marsha. She sits down next to me on the couch. I begin to figure the worse is going to happen again. Instead, she acts almost normal. Marsha begins with some small talk and then got on the subject of Cindy's birthday party. She tells me that it is going to be a surprise party that her and Frinae are going to throw for Cindy. I am sworn to secrecy. She tells me that she will cut my nuts off if I in any way leak the surprise to Cindy. As Marsha referenced her threat, she reaches over and grabs my crotch as hard as she can. She squeezed and twists my cock and balls until my eyes tear. "Do you understand?" she asked. I meekly nod yes. Marsha then tells me to be at the house at 6:00 P.M. that Friday night. Cindy enters the room and Marsha resumes her innocent façade. I make an excuse to Cindy about Friday night, saying that I'm busy and wouldn't be able to go out with her. I'm pretty sure that Cindy suspects something, as I'm never too busy to go with her. With a knowing smile, Cindy replies that's ok as she's going out for drinks with Marsha and Frinae. I show up promptly at 6:00. Frinae meets me at the door. Of all Cindy's friends, Frinae is definitely the hottest. Frinae is long and lean, about 5'10" and 110 pounds. She has auburn hair that goes down to her mid back. Her tits are on the small side, only about 33-B, but they look considerably bigger on her thin frame. Her ass is small and tight. Her legs are killers, long "going all the way to the floor". What is most impressive is her face. It's just plain beautiful. She had high chiseled cheekbones, small button nose, deep green eyes, narrow squarish chin, and perfect skin. She looks like a young Heather Locklear. As much as I love Cindy, I've always held a deep secret lust for this model woman. Perhaps its because Frinae is so beautiful, but I've always felt somewhat shy and awkward around her. Surprisingly, Friane, even as breathtaking as she is, is also shy. So when we meet at the door, there is an awkward silence. Finally, "Hi," she says. I just stand there, totally lost looking at this awesome creature. "Hi," I mumble back. From the hallway, a head appears. "Get in here," Marsha yells. I walk through the door, past Frinae, careful to brush up against her. The mere touch of her skin and the smell of her hair sent erotic waves through me. I go down the hall and into the kitchen. I stop and see an assortment of foods on the table and counter. Marsha comes out of her bedroom and up to the kitchen. Marsha is dressed to kill. She has on a red sleeveless dress. The dress comes down below her cunt be only a few inches. Her legs look long and lovely, with red fish net stocking and high red pumps. The stiletto heels on the pumps make her almost as tall as Frinae. The neckline of the dress is a deep plunging V. Marsha's big massive 36-C tits form a dazzling cleavage. The edges of her lacy brassier are just visible at the outer edges of her tits. Frinae comes into the kitchen. She would be beautiful in anything and so I hadn't really dwelt on what she was wearing when she met me at the door. Standing next to Marsha, I now see what she has on. Her blouse is of a deep green color, like her eyes. The material is silk and clings to her breasts. Her brassier appears to be a deep plunge under wire, as it is outlined against the tight silk of her blouse. Friane's skirt is also short, but made so by her very long legs. The skirt is some shiny material, silk like in appearance, and black. She wore dark nylons and pumps with two-inch stiletto heels. With the stiletto heels, Friane is almost as tall as me. "Ok, we're going to meet Cindy at The Cellar. She doesn't know about her party (leering at me as if to imply its lucky I didn't tell her). We'll be back about midnight," Marsha said. "There's a list of foodstuffs to have ready when we get back," she pointed to a paper on the table. Marsha knew that I was a good cook; so it didn't surprise me that she would like...expect...demand that I prepare the food. I was surprised somewhat that I was being left at the house to act as a chef, while she and Frinae were out partying with Cindy. "You got a problem with that?" Marsha sneered. She knew that I wouldn't spoil any party for Cindy, regardless of my role. She also knew that I would do pretty much anything she demanded, as Cindy had told me I was supposed to obey her roommate. Lastly, I was shy and intimidated around Frinae and couldn't have objected if I had wanted to. "After you finish the food, set it up in the living room. Have the tequila chilled and the bong loaded. And put you outfit on," Marsha said. She waited for a response, and when I didn't say anything, she said, "Your outfit is lying on Cindy's bed." "Come on Frinae, we're running late." With that, Marsha turned and headed out the back door to her car. Frinae followed Marsha. As she passed me, she looked at me and smiled, "I'll see you later!" My mind was a whirl. Frinae's smile made my heart stop...and then pound. The pounding went on as Marsha's word echoed in my ears..."your outfit". I could just imagine a bra, nylons and panties waiting for me...the "Maid"...on Cindy's bed. As if that wasn't bad enough, Frinae's sweet "I'll see you later" rang in my ears. Oh my god! Did Frinae know about the way Marsha and Cindy had dressed me in drag and made me the Slut Maid?....Oh, fuck...certainly she didn't know about the ass fucking that Marsha gave me, the whipping, the pussy eating...the golden shower.... It felt like I was dying inside. If I felt embarrassed being made to submit to abuse and being put in drag queen dress in front of Marsha...I would die if I had to do that in front of my dream girl Frinae. Slowly, I entered Cindy's bedroom. I turned on the light. I looked at the bed. Spread across the bed was my outfit... Four pieces... a small silk thong... a cock harness with one steel ring and a leather strap... a medium size anal plug....and a silk bowtie with a collar. I stared at the "outfit'. Now, I really had mixed feelings. First, I was greatly relieved that I would not have to appear in lingerie in front of Frinae. But second, I was panicked about having to appear before her in this "outfit". Sure, I had a great body and an even better a 10-inch cock, but to appear in front of Frinae dress like this...well... It wasn't like me being naked in bed with her. Instead, I would be standing there in this kinky "slave/servant" bowtie and throng, with a harness around my cock and a plug up my ass.... And, what did Marsha have in mind once I was dressed like this? I was pretty sure that Cindy didn't know about her "surprise". I was also pretty sure that Marsha had a "surprise" in store for me. I picked up the harness. The ring was about 4-inches in diameter, small enough to really restrict my cock, but obviously not small enough to inhibit my 8" diameter erection. This cock harness would only make my cock that much bigger and make it harder to cum. The silk bowtie and collar would fit tightly around my neck. The silk thong would barely cover my cock in its most flaccid state. Once I aroused, and I was pretty sure that was part of the plan, my cock would be visible to all! Lastly, the thin single strand of the thong that ran up my ass wouldn't cover the wide round base of the butt plug. Without the plug, the thin strand would have disappeared between my ass cheeks, but with the butt plug...it would only draw attention to the plug. As I worked the possible scenarios over in my mind, I silently cursed Marsha. That woman was pure evil. I looked at my watch and saw that almost an hour had already past. I couldn't waste any more time worrying about what was going to happen. I had a meal to prepare before they got back. I spent until almost 11:00 P.M. fixing the food and getting everything set out. With only an hour to go, I headed for the shower. I washed and shaved. I spent considerable time shaving my balls and pubic hair. I usually trimmed my pubic hair, but this time...this time for my first time with Frinae...I shaved all my hair. My balls and cock shown shiny and clean as the water cascaded down my groin. As I washed the shaving cream away, I noticed how sensitive my cock felt. My imagination...? I put on some cologne and started to put on the "outfit". The ass plug had to go in first. I didn't want a bunch of Vaseline coating my ass, so I tried some coconut oil. Sparingly, I coated the plug. It was black, to match the thong, 6-inches long and 4-inches around. I eased the plug in my ass. As the plug went in, it stretched my sphincter until I couldn't stand the pain. I eased the plug back out. I considered what to do. In the past, it had always been Cindy or Marsha that had put a plug in my ass. I had never put a plug up my own ass before. As I worked the plug back in, I found that if I pumped it in and out, I could get my sphincter acclimated to it. So, I began to fuck myself in my ass with the big black plug. Slowly, fucking it in and out, I was finally able to force it in past the widest part. Once the flared shoulder of the anal plug past my sphincter, the remaining length of the plug slide in to its base. The pressure of the plug on my prostrate caused me to moan. I had begun to get an erection. Now, I tried to get the cock harness on. No luck...the metal ring, although it was 4-inches in diameter, still would not fit over my semi-rigid cock. I waited, but my cock didn't go down. Perhaps it was thinking about the coming events.... After several minutes, there seemed no alternative. I gingerly pulled the anal plug out of my ass. I waited a few more minutes and then attempted to get the cock harness back on. This time, my cock had gone flaccid enough so that I could get the metal ring down around the base of my cock. I strapped the leather under my testicles and around the base of my cock. I bent over and inserted the anal plug again. This time I knew enough to "fuck" myself with it. After several attempts of pushing the big black plug back and forth into my ass and with a couple of twists, it nested itself tightly in my ass. Time was wasting. I put on the tiny silk thong. I adjusted my semi-erect cock in the small front pouch. I moved the thin back strip between my ass checks and against the round base of the butt plug. I put my tie on and adjusted the collar. I only had to wait a few minutes after 12:00. I heard the noise of the girls returning from the bar. I was uncomfortable, feeling terribly exposed and more than a little embarrassed. I took a spot near the back door to stand, with a tray of chilled shot glassed and a decanter of tequila. The door opened and they entered. Marsha came up the stairs from the back door first. She was clearly anticipating find me there and made a show of her reception. Up the stairs she came...arms wrapped around the shoulders of a young brown haired guy! Behind her came Frinae, hip to hip with another guy. Finally up came Cindy, wrapped in a French kiss with yet a third guy. Oh my god! I was in total shock. Marsha revealed in the momentary silence, then reached out and grabbed a shot glass. She turned to the others and said, "Surprise!" Frinae, obviously with a good buzz, looked at me...first in what seemed shock...and then with a big smile. "Well isn't this a nice surprise. What do you think Cindy?" Frinae asked her. Cindy broke her kiss long enough to get her tongue out of the guys throat and looked at me. When she saw me, Cindy got a huge smile on her face. "Oh my god, you look great" As she said this, she pulled away from the guy she had been kissing and ran up to me. She kissed me deeply; I could taste the alcohol and strange saliva on her tongue. "This is my boyfriend!" she said to her escort. The three guys didn't seem to know quite what to do or say. They were all young, about 18 years old. The three girls had gone over to a Minnesota bar, where the drinking age was 18 in search of young studs. Dressed as they were, the three beautiful girls had no problem getting these three horny guys to come home with them. Marsha didn't miss a beat. She took control of the situation. "Come on you guys, the parties in the living room." Looking at me, with a sadistic grin she said, "you can serve the drinks in there, Slut boy." Marsha dragged her boy, Steve, into the living room. The guy was about average build, 5'10" and 160 pounds. He had a fair complexion with sandy brown hair. He staggered as he walked, or rather was dragged by Marsha. Frinae was with a well-built guy, named Charlie. Charlie looked like he lifted weights, broad across the shoulders. He was about 6'tall and he weight about 180 pounds. He had dark hair and a flat, dull face, giving him an appearance that didn't appear overly bright. Instead he was like a big dumb animal, strong and viral. Cindy was with a good-looking blonde guy named Brad. He was the youngest looking. He was about as tall as me, at 5'10", but was only about 160 pounds. He was probably the drunkest of the three. He also couldn't seem to keep his hands, or mouth, off Cindy. The three couples spread out around the living room. Marsha was kissing and caressing her guy as soon as they hit the couch. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing his chest. With her free hand she was working at his belt buckle. Frinae was almost the flip story. Her guy was busy trying to get her cloths off. He was working the dark green top up over her brassier, all the time kissing her neck. Frinae seemed to act a little stiffly, or perhaps it was my imagination. She looked at me as I brought in the drinks. I immediately went over to her and handed her a chilled shot of tequila. She drained the shot and said thank you. Charlie hardly seemed to notice me; he was too busy trying to get to Frinae's tits. Marsha called me over to bring her the bong. She had me light the bowl and then hold the neck to her mouth. She smiled, her sensuous evil face beaming at me as she inhaled. The she reached out to grab my neck and shot gunned the smoke into my mouth. "You look so sexy in that little outfit. I can hardly keep my hands off you," she said. She freed her hand from Steve's crotch and reached out to stroke my cock. As she stroked my cock through the silk throng, I began to get an erection. Whereas, previously my cock had shriveled at the appearance of the three girls with three guys, and by the dread of having to appear before Frinae as some kind of kinky servant, my cock know throbbed under Marsha's ministrations. "I think you girlfriend might like something to smoke," Marsha said, inclining her head toward Cindy. I looked over at Cindy, reclined on the other end of the couch with Brad. Cindy had been wearing a blue stretch dress. The blue of the dress highlighted her eyes. The dress was designed with short quarter sleeves and a wide deep neckline. The dress only went down to high mid-thigh. Now, the dress was pushed up above her waist. Her blue satin panties were exposed, their crotch wet with pussy juice. Her garters stuck out from under the panties, one tab on her left leg was unhooked. Her blue pumps were lying on the floor. Brad had the top of her dress pulled off one shoulder and the cup of her blue lace bra was sticking out. Cindy's Slut Ch. 06 I took the bong over to Cindy. She looked up at me, eyes half shut, breathing shallow and rapid. "Shot gun me," she said. I light the bong and filled my mouth. Leaning in, I kissed her and filled her mouth with smoke. Brad was busy working the dress off her other shoulder and kissing her tits. I stood up and watched the three couples. I didn't know what to do. Here was my girlfriend making out with another guy. Sure it was her birthday, and sure it was just some young punk...but still. I looked back at Frinae. Charlie had taken off his shirt. The muscles showed in his arms and chest. His chest and back were covered with a mat of fine black hair. He had taken off Friane's top. She lay slightly back, with her matching green lace bra before my eyes. The bra had low under wire cups, satin on the bottom and lace on top. Her 33-B tits were pushed up and seemed to flow out of the bra cups. Her body was firm and thin. I watched as her ribs rose and fell with her breathing. I glanced up at her face and saw that she was looking at me. She smiled. My heart beat faster. My cock became fully erect. The long thick shaft pushed past the small silk thong. The shaft throbbed and twitched. The long 10-inche shaft was purple and knotted with veins. The small 4-inch metal ring cut into my cock's 8-inch circumference, making it appear even long and thicker. The restricted blood flow made the veins bulge beneath the skin. I saw Frinae looking down at my cock. She smiled more broadly and licked her lips. By this time Charlie had both Frinae's blouse and skirt off. I saw that Frinae was dressed in similar fashion as Cindy, with green satin bra, panties and garter that matched her top. She had on black nylons that matched her skirt. I did not see any dampness or wet spot on the crotch of her panties. "Time for the birthday surprise," said Marsha. I looked over. She was stripped down to her red bra, panties, garter and stockings. Steve was shirtless and his pants and underwear were down around his ankles. His cock was fully erect, with Marsha's hand wrapped firmly around it. Steve's cock was average, like everything else about him. His cock was maybe 6-inches long and about 4-inches around. His testicles were walnut size and hung loose in his sack. "Tonight is Cindy's birthday party...and as birthday girl, she is getting all the presents." As Marsha said this, she looked at me. She was grinning from ear to ear. She got up and pulled Steve with her. She pushed Steve over to Cindy. "And here's one of your presents," she said. Marsha looked at Frinae. "Next," she said. Frinae, pried Charlie's face from her tits. She sat up and pulled his hand from her pussy. "Here's your second present Cindy. I hope you like it," Frinae said. I though I noted a tone of relief in her voice, as she climbed out from under Charlie. Charlie seemed to finally come to. "Hey, what's going on here? Get back here," he said to Frinae. Then he saw me standing there. At first his face went kind of blank, then whitish. Suddenly, he was looking at a much bigger guy, and he was intimidated. He stared at my huge cock and winced. As my 10-inches monster throbbed and bobbed in front of his eyes, he unconsciously closed his legs around his much smaller 5-inch cock. Frinae stepped over close to me, sliding her hand around to my ass. Shivers went through my body. "We brought you boys here for the birthday girl. So, if you still want to get laid, then there she is...otherwise...there's the door" as Frinae said this, she ran her finger up the crack of my ass. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Pre-cum oozed from my cock and dripped on the floor. I looked over at Cindy. Brad was now naked between her legs. His blonde haired head was kissing and licking at her satin covered crotch. Cindy's front hook blue bra was popped open and laid back along side her arms. Her firm round 34-D tits were splayed across her chest. Her coral colored aureoles were cover with tiny goose bumps and her hard nipples were sticking out from her tits. "Well boys, do you want to give the birthday girl her presents...or do you want to go home with those erections?" Marsha asked the two boys that were not already on Cindy. While she asked the boys, she was looking at me...staring at my cock. A small bit of saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth. "No problem," said Steve. He kicked off his pants, gave one more look at Marsha's big tits and soiled panties, and then walked over to Cindy. Charlie gave a shrug, still looking at my huge cock, as if gauging what my reaction would be. By now, Frinae had worked her hand around the base of the anal plug and was rotating it back and forth. She looked into my eyes, then leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Turning to Charlie, as if to reassure him, she said, "Don't worry. He wouldn't want to ruin his girlfriend's special birthday." As she said this she looked back at me and pushed the anal plug deeper into my ass. Charlie got up and went over to Cindy. "Condoms guys!" Marsha said as she tossed a handful of different colored condoms toward the site of the orgy. "Each of you has his own color. Brad uses blue, Steve uses red, Charlie, and you use green." She then walked over to where Frinae and I stood. "The colors match our outfits, see?" She was spinning her red bra around her finger as she approached. I wondered at the amount of planning that had gone into this. Three guys, three different colors of lingerie, three coordinated colors of condoms. Then I looked at the number of condoms. There had to be at least a dozen. Why so many?...I looked at Marsha and saw the evil smirk grow as she watched my mind work the scenario. I knew the answer to my question even as I asked it. Three guys, a dozen condoms...Cindy was going to fucked repeatedly, all night long. And I would be forced to watch it, dressed like some faggot slave. Frinae lead me to the couch. She told me to light the bong and we began to get stoned. Marsha left the room briefly, only to return with a VCR recorder. She set the recorded up to film Cindy's fuck fest, then sat down on the other side of me. Cindy had been stripped totally naked. Brad was kneeling between her legs, rubbing his blue condomed cock up and down her wet slit. Pussy juice coated Cindy's crotch, running down the crack of her ass. Her juices coated Brad's condom. More juices coated the insides of her thighs. Cindy's head was thrown back over the arm of the couch and Charlie stood over her face. His cock was in a green condom, and Cindy was sucking and licking it like some big cucumber as he feed it to her. Steve stood to the side and Cindy had her hand wrapped around his red condom cock. She pumped her hand up and down his shaft, and he rocked his hips to and fro in synchronized rhythm. Perhaps I should have been jealous. But, then I had two women to distract me. I'm sure that was part of Marsha's plan. Give her credit for some things, she knew men. Get them stoned, give them some pussy, and they forget all about everything else. Besides, this was Cindy's birthday...and the guys were using condom (just like getting fucked by a latex dildo)...I told myself. Frinae was kissing me...god...Frinae. She had taken her bra off. I leaned in and gently kissed her perfect tits. High and firm...just the right size to fit in my mouth. The aureoles were small and pink, the nipples small and hard. I sucked and licked. Frinae held me by the back of my head and softly moaned. Her long auburn hair surrounded my face, making me oblivious to everything around us. As Marsha watched Cindy being fucked, she was busy pumping my cock. She reached between her legs and gathered some of the infamous copious quim and coated the shaft of my cock. Slick with her juices, she masturbated me. By the time I got around to looking back at Cindy, Brad had all but finished fucking her. He was just climaxing as I glanced up from Frinae's breast. Cindy had her legs wrapped around his waist and he was fucking her with hard fast thrust. He went stiff and ejaculated into her cunt. He spazmed several times, each time apparently shooting a load of hot cum into her cunt. Cindy had apparently already gotten Charlie off in her mouth. He was stripping of his condom as he still stood by her head. "Save that condom. Tie it shut," Marsha said. "Lay it in that bowl when you've closed it," she said. Charlie looked at her, holding the dripping latex. "Birthday souvenir," she said. Brad crawled out from between Cindy's legs. As he removed his condom, he dutifully tied of his blue condom and deposited it in the designated bowl next to Charlie's. "Come here, you two," Marsha said. As Brad and Charlie walked over to Marsha, Steve took his place between Cindy's legs. I looked at her cunt. It was shiny pink, slick with pussy juice and slightly distended. I could clearly see Cindy's clit sticking out from her labia. Steve had been waiting his turn and he didn't wait now. Without ceremony, he rammed his cock into her pussy. I could hear the squish of her cunt as his cock slammed home. He didn't waist any time in fucking her either. Immediately he began to ram his cock back and forth, in and out of her cunt. Steve grabbed Cindy by each knee and forced her legs further apart. I watched as his ass pistoned back and forth as he fucked her. Brad stood in front of Marsha and she licked his cock clean of cum. As she licked his cock, she played with his balls. She continued to suck and lick his cock until his cock had grown hard again. "Time to get back to fuck," she said with a grin. Marsha turned toward me and pulled my head off Frinae's tits. She held my face as she plunged her tongue into my mouth. As she frenched me, I could taste Brad's salty cum that remained in her mouth. Once she filled my mouth with saliva and cum, she pulled back. "Just like sharing Cindy's fuck, right Slut?" she said. "Slut?" Frinae said. I just looked at her and slightly hung me head. "Oh, yes. This slave's name is Slut, isn't it SLUT!" Marsha said as she twist my nipple. Grimacing in pain, I mutely nodded yes. "I always thought you were kind of kinky," Frinae said. "I figured I was right when I saw you get-up tonight, but Slut?..That sounds like I need to hear the rest of the story." Marsha finished sucking off Charlie. She used her saliva and his cum to stroke him back to a second erection. She pulled my mouth to hers and feed me another mouthful of saliva and cum. "Only one more cum to taste!" she said. She gave me that evil dominatrix smile as she chided me. Cindy was moaning and groaning. Although she was not being fucked by cocks as large as mine, she was being fucking steady and nonstop. Steve arched his back and filled her pussy with cum as he came. He climbed off and was replaced by Charlie. Brad was back in the box, waiting. Steve apparently didn't like waiting for anything. He ripped off his condom, tied it, tossed it in the bowl, and came over to Marsha for his blowjob cleaning. He jammed his cock into Marsha's mouth and immediately began to pump her face. All the sex, and apparently all the cock sucking were having its affect on Marsha as well. As she sucked Steve clean, she came again. Her cunt juices were coating her legs and pooling under her ass. She gathered more of her quim and continued to jack my cock. With the restrictive cock ring around the base of my shaft, I couldn't cum. My cock was raging hard. Like a ragging bull, I wanted to get up and power-fuck Cindy. But, like a helpless sheep, I had to sit there watching three other men fuck her. My cock was so swollen its normal reddish-purple color was almost black. Cum dripped from my slit. But I couldn't cum. My cock hurt, it ached, it burned. Marsha finished sucking Steve clean and gave me my last, third taste of his cum. "Can you tell the difference, Slut?" she asked. When I didn't answer, she leaned over and bit my nipple. I cried out. "You'll get your chance," she said. Frinae shot gunned me more bud. Marsha feed me more tequila. We watched as Cindy was fucked...and fucked...and fucked...and fucked...and fucked... One after the other, like a train...pulling a train...the three guys took turns fucking Cindy's cunt. I watched as they fucked her.... and she enjoyed every minute of it...who wouldn't...I only wished I could join... But I couldn't. I sat on the couch, with the biggest hard on I ever had, get jacked by Marsha...licking Frinae's tits...and getting stoned. Cindy's cunt was red and raw looking. Her body was covered with sweat...her's and those guys fucking her. Her tits were covered with bit marks and scratches. The lips of her cunt were stretched wide and coated with quim. A pile of colored, cum filled condoms lay in the bowl. Frinae panties were soaking wet. Apparently watching her friend get repeatedly fucked was having an effect on her. She twisted around on the couch and removed her panties. She rubbed the wet soiled satin crotch across my mouth. I smiled. She smiled...and grabbed the back of my head. She brought my mouth to her cunt. Frinae's cunt was very much like Cindy's. Her pussy lips were tight. The vulva was soft and smooth. Her labia were narrow and her clit was hidden under the crease at the top of her snatch. I gently, softly began to kiss the insides of her thighs. My fucking dream girl. I brought my face to her cunt. I smelled her fragrant twat. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked her vulva. I did not try to penetrate her cunt or probe her pussy. I had dreamed of this too long. Now I just enjoyed tasting her pussy. As I licked, Frinae oozed pussy juice from her cunt. Her juices were so sweet. I licked and swallowed the heavenly mania. In order to gain access to Frinae's cunt, I had to get on the couch on my knees. Unfortunately, this positioned my ass directly in front of Marsha. With one hand still pumping my cock, Marsha climbed up behind me. She pulled my silk thong down around my knees. She took the big anal plug and began to fuck my ass. I groaned. I was so horny. I had watched my girlfriend go through climax after climax, as she was repeatedly fucked. I had been jacked off for hours, with no release. I was drunk. I was stoned. I was fucking horny! As Marsha worked the anal plug in and out of my ass, she ripped me apart. The big wide part of the anal plug would tear me wide open as it was removed...then it would pop back in as it passed my sphincter as she fucked me. In and out...the pain...the pleasure. As she ass fucked me, I tongue fucked Frinae. Now I had worked my tongue in past her labia. I had found her clit. I flicked my tongue against her clit and lightly kissed it. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. I used every technique, every trick I knew. And I was rewarded. Frinae came in my mouth. I continued to gently kiss and lick her clit, as she came...over and over. Her sweet cum washed over my tongue and down my throat. I drank...I swallowed...and I kissed her clit. As she came, she sweetly moaned and sighed. She grabbed tightly to the back of my head with both hands and pulled me tightly to her. I continued to kiss and lick her cunt, long after she stopped coming. As I kissed her clit, she softly caressed my face. She gently rocked her cunt into my mouth, sighing. By 3:00 A.M. the guys had run out of condoms, and by the looks of them, cum as well. Cindy was fucked comatose. Her snatch was fucked dry. She lay there like a semi-lifeless doll. Frinae held me gently between her legs, as I lapped at her cunt. Marsha had finally succeeded in give me an orgasm, despite the cock rings. A mix of my cum and her quim were pooled beneath my stomach. Marsha had fucked my ass with the big anal plug until her arm gave out. Marsha escorted the three guys to the door. Frinae placed the bowl of condoms in the refrigerator. Marsha and Frinae climbed into Marsha's bed. Cindy and I climbed into her bed. Cindy kissed me good night. "Thank you for the great birthday," she said. She laid her head on my chest. Tomorrow was another day....was tomorrow a clean up day...was tomorrow a Maid day? I would know tomorrow. Cindy's Slut Ch. 07 CHAPTER 7 MY BIRTHDAY Cindy's birthday had been in August, and my birthday was in October. We usually spent my birthday, which was only a day away from Halloween, as a joint birthday/Halloween celebration. However, with the birthday blowout that Marsha, Cindy's roommate, had orchestrated for her, I was wondering if this might also be a special birthday for me. Cindy, Marsha and Friane had gotten quite used to using me as their Maid. Following Cindy's birthday party, and her marathon fucking by the three young studs, I had spent several days decked out in my femdom maid outfit cleaning up their house. The girls really got a kick out of sitting around in their lingerie, shooting tequila and smoking pot, while I wobbled around them in my 3-inch pumps cleaning up the remnants of their orgy. One of my task had been to collect the dozens of color coded condoms from Cindy's birthday fucking (Brad blue, Steve red, Charlie green). After I had gathered them, I had been ordered to storing them in the freezer. I wondered why Cindy had me store all those cum filled condoms, but I correctly assumed that it was not a good thing for me. The three girls and I partied through the month of September pretty much as we always had...or almost. After Cindy's birthday and my anal rape by Marsha and cunnlingus with Friane, I was much more sexual active with those two. Weekends through September were spent getting drunk and stoned and then having four-way sex. Since I had only one tongue and one cock, two of the girls would be doing each other while I was serving the other two. Unfortunately, I never got to fuck all month long. I would spend my time eating pussy while suffering from chronic erections. A typical September weekend night would be the four of us gathered in Cindy's and Marsha's living room, watching some porno movie (the girls seemed to love watching porno when we were all together). As we all drank and smoked, the movie would have its obvious intended effects. As we all got progressively horny, the clothes would start coming off. The girls always dressed for the occasions, sexy seductive skirts and blouses with lingerie underneath. The four of us would start kissing and stroking each other and the outer clothes would soon be discarded. I would be left in my underwear, a thong, surrounded by four horny babes in lacy bras, bustiers, teddies, and silk panties. The girls loved the oral nature of our make-out sessions. I would find my self-covered with kisses, soft seductive kisses on my neck, chest, stomach, thighs, feet, ass, nuts and cock. I would be reciprocating by sucking tits, nipples, soft thighs, smooth asses, flat stomachs, and shaved pussies. The girls always made sure that I had a raging hard-on. The girls would work on my cock, bringing me to the verge of orgasm, only to have them stop just before ejaculation. All the while, I would be eating pussy after pussy until they achieved multiple orgasms. As the girls came, they would use the juices from their cunts to coating my cock and balls. In no time, I was covered from mouth to balls in their fragrant vaginal lubricants. The girls became experts at reading my body, noting the pre-cum, my breathing, the tension in my body, the rigidity of nipples...and they would always stop me just short of ejaculation. Every time that I was about to cum, all contact with my cock would stop. I would be left moaning and begging to cum, as the girls just smiled and laughed. My only reward would be to have the harlot of the moment pull my face tighter into her steaming cunt and grind her clit harder against my tired tongue, as I ate...and ate...and ate her to orgasm. By the end of each night, I would be reduced to a quivering pathetic moaning, groaning, begging raw piece of meat. After hours of jaw taxing, tongue fatiguing cunnlingus, the four of us would crawl into bed for the night. Throughout the night, until the early hours of morning, the girls would continue to rub and tease my body. Each following morning, I would be physically drained, but still emotionally charged. The slightest touch on my cock would cause me to pant and sweat. My jaw would be so sore that I could hardly talk. My tongue would be so worn, that I could hardly move it. Even that acts of swallowing (something that I would have done all night long!) or eating was painful. That was fine with the girls, as after a hard night of sexual arousal, the last thing that they wanted was to hear from me (to hear my begs for my sexual release!) and they could care less whether I could talk. Likewise, they didn't worry about my swallowing or eating. I soon learned that my regiment for the day following their oral sexual orgy was as their "Maid", and part of that regiment was a limited diet. Following the night of sexual servitude, I would have to awaken before the girls, take a cold shower, and get them breakfast. Of course, I would do so dressed appropriately. My "maid" uniform had grown more formalized since August. Now, I had my "own" clothes. The girls had taken me to Goodwill and had me (of course they wouldn't pay for my clothes!) purchase work clothes. The girls and I would roam the lingerie sections and find items that would fit me. Of course, as we shopped, the girls would never miss an opportunity to humiliate me in front of other women customers. It would never fail, if another woman or girl came near us as we shopped, to speaking loudly and make sure that they knew that we were shopping for me. "Is this your size?" they would ask me in front of the other women, holding up the bra, body shaper, girdle, or panties. "Do you like pink like a girl or black like a whore?" as they held the lingerie against my body. Checking out and buying the clothes always seemed the highlight. With me carrying my stack of used lingerie, the girls would move to the most opportune checkout line. Sometimes it was a young girl or co-ed, other times it was the most sever looking older woman. As each item was purchased, the girls would continue their tirade. "Was I sure those panties would fit around my cock and balls?" Was the cup size on that bra small enough to fit my tiny tits?" Sometimes, especially with the younger check-out girls, they would direct the questions to them..."Did they think that I would look good in that girdle?" or did they have a boyfriend that dressed in drag like me?" or "Would they like me to come over and clean their toilet when I was dressed like a maid?" The reactions were as varied as the types of checkout women. Some who turn red and become embarrassed, quickly completing the purchase. Some would grin, taking their time to handle each item, all the time staring at me. Some checkout women said nothing; some joked with the girls and teased me. The biggest surprise was that few reacted as I might have imagined. I would have expected that most of the young girls would play right along with the girls, and most did. Those poor young girls that did not, but became embarrassed along with me, became the focus of the girls' ridicule, just like me. The old women were the worst. Most seemed to consider the girls' humor and the fact that a man was being forced to buy women underclothes disgusting. I will never forget the condemning glares that I was subjected to. Of course, the girls just laughed it off. There were a couple of older women that did surprise me. On those occasions when a thirty or forty year old woman joined the girls' torments, I experienced perhaps more arousal than when the younger girls joined in. You just knew, when some thirty or forty year old woman joined the fun, that she was an experienced kink monster! The fact that some woman who could have been your mother or the mother of the girls that were fucking you was participating in your humiliation...well, it was surprisingly arousing. Anyway, each morning after the September orgies, after I showered, I would put my "Maid" outfit on. From the dozen or so items of lingerie that I had purchased, I would chose a bra and matching panties or girdle, or perhaps a one-piece body shaper, some nylons, a dress and some pumps. I would place a pair of nipple clamps on my tits (Cindy had conveniently modified some spring type paper clips that I was to wear all day long!), strap the small chain around my waist (another conveniently converted small link, lockable bicycle chain), insert the now familiar anal plug, strap on the testicle harness and pull my balls up through my legs tightly against the anal plug, and hook the harness to the waist chain. The assortment of torture devices ensured that my nipples were subjected to pain all day long, that my ball stretched up my ass made sure my anal plug could not and did not come out, and that I could still urinate. After the torture hardware, I would put on the chosen lingerie. All the bras, including those in the body shapers, were about B-cups. Since I worked out, my pecs fit most B-cups quite well. I would push my cock, now my "clit", back up between my legs against my balls. On would go the nylons, then the dress and the pumps. The dresses were always sleeveless or puffed at the shoulders. I could not wear long sleeve dresses, as my biceps were too big. Lastly, on would go the make up. For weeks during August, the girls had showed me how and what they wanted me to wear for make-up. Sufficient to say, the heavy eye shadow, bright red lipstick and cheap perfume made me look more like a whore than any maid I ever saw. Once dressed, I had to get breakfast ready for the girls. Breakfast was always specific to each girl. Cindy liked fruit and whipped cream, with mimosas. Friane liked French toast with syrup and orange juice. Marsha liked toast and bacon with bloody Marys. My breakfast was always the same, the only differing being whether it was hot or cold. If I had been "sufficiently" dutiful in serving the girls the night before, I got a meal of hot oatmeal with a coating of cum. If someone was not happy, and it only took one "vote", I got cold oatmeal coated with cum. Now, I pointed out that I had not been allowed to ejaculate all during the month of September. I had however been fucking Cindy's brains out all during the summer and early fall. During that fall, Cindy had began to "collect" my cum. Sometimes, she had me ejaculated into a container and then she would freeze it. Sometimes, she would push the cum and quim out of her cunt after we fucked, and she would freeze that (she considered the cum/quim mixture a "treat"). As noted before, Marsha had also contributed to the "cum collection", by have the three guys that fucked Cindy for her birthday, collect their cum in colored condoms. Marsha loved the idea of having me eat some other guy's cum. She loved it so much that she made games out of it...making me guess whose cum I was eating (Brad's, Steve's, Charlie's, or whoever...some other guy she had fucked and collected his cum). If I guessed the cum correctly, Marsha gave me a "reward", if I got it wrong then a "punishment". Marsha's ideas of a "reward" were marginal at best. As a Maid, I was only allowed to drink water...so the "reward" was be a glass of bitter tea, cold coffee, or buttermilk. Her "punishments" were always up to par, ranging from beating my ass through my panties with a belt or paddle, making me clean her cunt after pissing, or making me eat the cum of the two other guys that I had incorrectly guessed. After breakfast, I began my maid duties. I cleaned the kitchen and then cleaned the living room from our party of the night before. The last duties of the day were to clean the bathroom, using large pink rubber gloves and a toothbrush. At the end of the day, if the house was cleaned correctly, I would get to remove my maid clothes and the torture devices. I would get a hot shower and spend the evening lounging, drinking, smoking, and making out with the girls again. If not, I would spend the evening receiving a sever ass whipping and be made to go back and clean the area until it was satisfactory. Sometimes, I would have a pleasant night of tequila, pot and soft caresses. Sometimes, I would have a night of two or three ass beatings and repeated hours of cleaning. The determination of the cleanliness of the house was not supposed to be arbitrary, but I thing several times Marsha took extra effort to see that I had not cleaned properly. She loved to abuse me! As September turned into October, I hoped that things might return to as they had before Marsha and Friane became a part of Cindy and my love life. But my hopes were to no avail. It seemed that once the girls became accustom to having me available for their domestic slave labor, that they were reticent to return to any other lifestyle. And why should there? They had their every sexual desire being fulfilled, albeit perhaps with the exception of a real cock (at least as far as I knew) since Cindy's birthday party. Every weekend it was endless pussy fest. multiple orgasms, and massive dildo fucks. Meanwhile, for me it was endless, total frustration. Night after night, I would be having sex with three beautiful, sensual, horny women...and night after night, I would be denied sexual release. After two months of this torture, I would get an erection even thinking about sex or at the slights touch. The girls took full advantage of this. In virtually every situation, public or private, at least one of the girls would be brushing up against me, pressing her tits into me, furtively caressing and stroking my groin, whispering dirt talk into my ear, telling me how they longed to have me fuck them! It got so I was almost afraid to appear in public because I constantly sporting a hard-on. My nipple had grown raw and tender from the constant clamps. My cock head was sensitive beyond description. My ball literally ached. I wanted to fuck so badly, I tasted it...or rather, I tasted cum...now my dictated domestic diet. If I was cut before from working out and lifting weights, I was overtly svelt by now. I had never liked the taste of cum. Oh, it was bearable mixed with Cindy's quim in the heat of passion, but by itself...it was sticky, globby, salty, slimy, goo. Pehaps the worst of it was having to eat it cold.... No, the worst of it was having to eat some other guys' cold slimy cum. Eating cum was a diuretic for me. It cleaned me out better than an enema. Since each ejaculate contained at least 2 tablespoons of cum, and all I ate on weekends was cum, oatmeal and water...I lost considerable amounts of weight. The two advantages were that I looked incredibly ripped and my ass was always clean for Marsha to butt fuck me...that she did at every available opportunity. So, when the last weekend of October rolled around and when my birthday approached, I wondered what this year's celebrations might be like. Would I spend yet another weekend in drag, playing Maid and eating cum...or would I get a treatment like Cindy? My answer came on Friday night, the night before Halloween. The girls had lead me to believe that we would be going out in costume for "tricks or treats". That probably meant bar hoping and/or hitting some private parties. The girls also indicated that we would all be going out dressed as whores! My heart dropped. Now it looked like the whole femdom drag queen deal was finally going public...far beyond being forced to buy lingerie from other women. I could only imagine what my costume might look like. With heavy heart, I appeared at Cindy and Marsha's house at 7:00 pm. Reluctantly, I entered. Sure enough, there sitting on the couch were the three women dressed as whores. They wore slutty black corset, black seamed stockings, leather collars, spike heals, heavy eye make-up, and bright red lipstick. At a glance, I couldn't tell one from the other as they all wore blonde wigs. I stared at them...imagining myself in similar attire. "Happy birthday, baby," I heard Cindy say. I turned toward the kitchen, where her voice had come from. Turning, I saw her dressed all in white...white half-cut bra with her round firm breast nesting in the cups, nipples hard and red, white garter belt holding white seamed stockings, white satin thong. In one hand was a bong, in the other a tall glass of Patron's. She had a huge smile on her face. She looked beautiful..,sensual... sexy...I got an instant erection. I was confused...if this was Cindy...who was sitting on the couch? In response to my confused look, Cindy said, "It's just us tonight, Marsha and Friane have gone out. And, those are your presents." Cindy nodded to the three girls on the couch as she said this. I turned and looked at the three girls. The got up off the couch and came over to me. As they approached me, I realized that they were all real blondes...my favorite. They could have been triples; the same height, the same facial features, and the same perfect bodies. Each girl was about 5'4" tall, 110 pounds, 34-B tits, and 18 or 19 years old. As the three girls stripped off my clothes, Cindy lit the bong and pushed it onto my lips. As I filled my lungs with the pungent smoke, I gazed with lust at the three nymphs. My shirt was pulled from my chest and one girl instantly began to kiss and caress my upper torso. Cindy handed me the glass of tequila, from which I drank deeply as the other two nymphs pulled my pants off. Wearing only the black silk thong (that Cindy demanded I wear that night), the three girls lead me to the couch. Pushing me down onto the couch, the three girls began to kiss, caress and tease my body. I glanced up to see Cindy recording the scene. My cock was straining to escape the tight silk thong. My hands were all over the girls, pulling and ripping their black tramp lingerie from their bodies. Soon I was entangled with three blonde whores, tits ripped free from tight corsets, a mass of breasts and nipples. I licked and sucked at every breast that I could reach. Since every tit resembled the others, it was a visual virtual orgy of female mammaries. I was moaning, groaning and sucking like a man dying of thirst...thirst that could only be satisfied by the mass of tits that I feasted upon. I attempted to work the corsets from their bodies, but my hands were pushed away. The three girls stepped back, as if in chorus, and shed the tight corsets. Standing in front of me were three absolutely beautiful nubile blondes, wearing only black satin panties and stockings. Again I was gang tackled as the three girls pounced upon my body. This time one girl ground her tits in my face as the other two girls worked the silk thong from of my engorged cock. My massive erections sprung free...standing rigid and throbbing as if possessing a life of its own. The two girls that removed my thong began to kiss and caress my cock...my balls...my thighs... One girl wrapped her hand around my swollen purple shaft and began to lick the bottom of the shaft like a popsicle. Running her tongue from the base of my cock to the pulsating mushroom head, she licked the shaft. Every few licks, she would wrap her lips around the cock head, take it into her mouth, gently biting down and suck very hard on my cock. I watched as her cheeks sank in, as she vacuum sucked my cock. The other girl was licking and sucking my aching balls. Bathing my balls in her saliva, she took one testicle at a time into her mouth and sucked. She sucked until it hurt, then popped it out of her mouth and gave the other nut the same treatment. Soon these two girls had my groin soaked with their saliva. I saw none of this, felt it only...as I buried my face in the two luscious tits that were being smashed into my mouth. The blonde tossed her head back and thrust her tits forward. I suck and tasted her flesh. As I felt my orgasm starting to build, the three girls again got off my body. I sat there, breathing labored, thrusting my hips upward toward them, reaching with my hands. They stood just out of reach, smiling back at me. Slowly they peeled of their panties. A waft of fragrant cunts washed over me. In a daze, I looked upon their naked bodies. Cindy's Slut Ch. 07 Each girl had a shave cunt. Each pussy was like its twin (or triplet), with tight labia and smooth lips. I drooled and groaned like an animal in heat. God, I needed to fuck. One of the girls handed me the bong, lit the bowl and forced another lung full of sweet weed into me. A gentle buzz rang in my head. Another of the girls forced the glass of Patrons to my lips, and again I drank deeply. When I had swallowed the tequila, the third girl moved forward, strattled my face and pushed her pussy onto my lips. Oh god, it had been so long. Even though I had been eating pussy for two months, now I knew that I was going to get fucked. As I ate her cunt, the other two girls returned to my lower torso. One girl lifted my legs and began to rim my ass with her tongue, and then using her saliva, forced her finger into my ass. The other girl was busy deep throating my cock, cupping my balls one hand and grasping the base of my cock with the other. I couldn't hold back. Two months of unrequited cum shot up from my balls. Like hot lead, I shot jet after jet of hot cum into one girl's mouth. She gagged and struggled to swallow all the cum. As the cum overwhelmed her and dripped from her mouth down her chin, the girl that had been rimming my ass rose and licked up the excess. As I came, I rammed my tongue deep into the third girl's cunt and bite down on her clit. She came in my mouth. Her sweet, tart quim shot down my throat, coating my lips and dripped from the corners of my mouth. The girl that had cum on my face switched places with the girl that had just given me the blowjob. The girl that had swallowed my ejaculation placed her cunt on my mouth and I began to eat a new pussy. The other two girls worked to re-stimulate my flaccid cock. As horny as I was, it took only a little while before I again had an erection. I pushed the girl from of my face and onto her back. I wrenched her legs apart and impaled her with one vicious lung. The girl gave a throaty scream as I rammed my 10-inch cock all the way into the bottom of her cunt. As I ground my cock head against her vagina, she pushed her arms up against my shoulders, attempting to push me back up out of her. I grinned down at her. I was sure that she had never had any tampon, toy or cock ever so large...ever so long...rammed against the very opening of her womb. As she vainly pushed up against me and thrashed her head from side to side, I began to power fuck her. Grapping her legs behind the knees, I force her legs up and out. I was stretching her cunt wide...and I was filling that void with the full 8-inch circumference of thick swollen shaft. I took up a rapid, hard slamming rhythm. I pulled my cock all the way out to the very head, then slammed it back in as hard and deep as I could. I put the full weight of my body and fury of my lust behind each thrust. The girl's screams of pain gave way to a wave of rapid breathing and cries of " OH GOD...FUCK...OH FUCK!" One of the other girls had moved to kneel behind me and was finger fucking my ass as I fucked her clone. The third girl was attempted to force her tits into my mouth as I rode the bitch beneath me. Again, my second orgasm came fast and hard. I glanced up at Cindy. She was smiling widely behind the video camera as she filmed the action. Her smiled told me that this was my reward...the reason...for having withheld sex from me for the two months. Now, tonight, was my opportunity to fuck as hard and as often as I could. Tonight, I could fill these three nymphs with 60-days of pent up cum. As I came, I continued to fuck the girl. The sounds of sloppy, wet fucking filled the room. As I fucked her, I pumped cum and quim out of her cunt and down her ass crack. I pulled my cock out of her. No sooner than did my cock hit the open air, then one of the girls was on it...sucking it clean of cum and quim...sucking into a hard erection again. With my third erection, I positioned one girl on her knees and fucked her doggy style. With my forth erection I placed the girls on their backs, at the edge of the couch, and took turns fucking them in line, like some perverse pussy production line. I would fuck one pussy for several strokes, until the girl began to get the rhythm, then I would pull out of her and move to fuck the next girl. I would fuck that one until she began to respond, then on to the next. When I had fuck them all, I would move back to the first and fuck the row again. I fucked them in secession until I finally came. I fuck a fifth, sixth, seventh, and yes, finally an eighth time to climax. Never before and never since have I fucked that many times. I fucked until there was no more cum in my nuts. When I was done fucking, the three girls were a mess of distended cunts, sweat, bruises, bites, and cum. Their make-up was nothing but a smeared remnant of hours before. The red of their lipstick was replaced with swollen, cum coated flesh. It was in the wee hours of the morning that the three whores left. I was tired, stiff and drained, but surprisingly still horny. If I only had more cum, I felt as if I could have continued to fuck all night. The will was strong, but the flesh was weak. Cindy held me tightly as I slept with her that night. In the morning we made love. As I removed her virginal white lingerie and slowly, tenderly fucker her sweet wet cunt, I thought to thank her for the best birthday present ever. She only smiled and placed her finger against my lips to silence me. As she thrust her tight cunt onto my cock and kaggled my shaft, I came. I held my cock deep inside her as I pumped her full of cum, feeling her cunt clamp down hard around my pulsating shaft. With my cock nestled in her twat, we feel asleep again, waking later that day. I woke to hear Marsha moving about in the kitchen. Today was Halloween. Last night was my birthday present. Was that all there was...or were there more surprises for Halloween. With Cindy and Marsha it was always a question of "trick or treat". Cindy's Slut Ch. 08 Chapter 8: Sorority Halloween Saturday morning, Halloween day, was warm and sunny. Cindy and my love making from earlier that morning left us both happy and hungry. Marsha was in the kitchen and she had prepared a big breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits. Since it was extremely unusual for Marsha to do anything so nice, especially for me, I attributed it to either a belated unique birthday present for me or an especially good mood for Halloween. As the three of us sat around the table eating, Marsha was looking at me, grinning broadly. "Have a good birthday?" she asked, smiling wickedly. I hesitated to answer her. I looked at Cindy and saw her also smiling at me. "Marsha knows all about the three whores you got for your birthday," Cindy said. "In fact, Marsha and Friane helped set it all up." The fact that Friane, my secret love lust, had been involved in providing the best birthday present I ever had was no surprise. After our initial lovemaking during Cindy's birthday celebration and during the subsequent two months, I was pretty sure that Friane liked me as much as I lusted after her. The thought that Friane had helped arrange a fuck fest with three blonde whores just for me gave me a warm horny feeling. I was surprised that Marsha had been involved in giving me anything that was enjoyable, unless of course she got her own enjoyment out of the situation. As I ate, I puzzled over Marsha's generosity and good-humor. "Has Cindy told you our Halloween plans?" Marsha said with that evil gleam in her eyes. I stopped eating and looked at Cindy. Cindy just smiled back and said nothing. "It should be quite a night," Marsha said with a chuckle. My hunger was replaced with a sinking feeling in my stomach. After breakfast, the three of us headed out to a nearby park and played Frisbee for the rest of the morning. About noon, Friane showed up. Just the sight of her brightened my day. Her long auburn hair was blowing in the wind. She wore a tight sweater that nicely enhanced her high firm tits. Her tight faded jeans wrapped her ass such that it bounced with every stride. Friane came over and gave me a big, wet French kiss and wished me a belated happy birthday. She reached down and cupped my ass and asked me if I had enjoyed my birthday present. Tongue-tied, I mumbled a timid yes. The four of use returned to the house and spent the next several hours kicking back, listening to music and smoking. About three in the afternoon, Marsha asked Friane if it was about time to get ready for tonight's party. Friane laughed, looked at me with a sly smile, and said she thought so. I still did not know what the plans were, but I had a sinking feeling that it would be at my expense. Cindy got up and left the room. As I began to follow her, Friane told me to stay. She slid over next to me on the couch. Smiling widely, Friane again asked me if I had enjoyed my birthday present. When I answered yes again, she told me that tonight it would be my opportunity to show her how much. Friane then told me the story behind my birthday present. She told me that the three girls that had been my birthday fuck toys were pledges from her sorority. She told me that they had agreed to be my birthday presents in exchange for me being part of their initiation. I was told that each Halloween the sorority had a party. For that party, the pledges had to provide the entertainment for the older sorority sisters. Friane, as a sorority alum had arranged the exchange. Last night the three girls had been my fuck monsters and tonight I would be theirs. I was unsure exactly what being their fuck monster meant, but I was filled with conflict. On one hand, I was very grateful for having had the opportunity to fuck three lovely nubile girls all night for my birthday. On the other hand, I was not looking forward to being traded like meat. I couldn't believe that Friane would have been part of something like this respective to me. Friane looked at Marsha, and Marsha grinned at me. "Not so cocky now are we birthday boy," Marsha said. I just stared at Friane. She licker her lips and smiled back at me. "Don't worry," Friane said, "you'll enjoy it." "It's just part of my sorority. I went through the same thing when I was a pledge. These girls will take good care of you. Trust me." Friane leaned over and kissed me deeply as she said this. Cindy returned and said everything was ready. Friane took me by the hand and we all went into Marsha's bedroom. "The party theme is superheroes. We'll get dressed here and then go over to the party," Cindy said. Cindy's costume was Supergirl. She put on her tight blue stretch top, red panties and short skirt. Her nipples stood out clearly against the big S on her chest. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders. She looked great! Friane dressed as Storm. The form fitting black outfit made her incredible legs look even longer. Her long hair flowed across her cape. I could make out the lines of her cunt lips through the crotch of her black tights. Unlike Cindy, Friane wore no panties under her costume. Braless, like Cindy, Friane's 34-B tits pressed against the black material, her nipples protruding sharply. Marsha dressed as Wonder Woman. Her 36-C tits looked massive in her gold trimmed, red bustier. Her short-shorts clung to her ass, the round checks bouncing seductively. Like Friane, Marsha's cunt was clearly visible in the very tight shorts. My outfit...well, it was creative. I was going as the Man of Steel. When I first heard Marsha say this, I thought ok..Superman. She quickly corrected me. By Man of Steel, the girls meant that I was going to wear steel...steel rings to be exact. My costume lay amidst the girls' costumes, although at first I did not recognize it. Six large steel rings lay next to twenty smaller steel rings. When I hesitated to get dressed, Friane slapped me on the ass and told me to hurry up...we didn't have all night. I stripped of my clothes and picked up the rings. Holding them in my hand, I looked questioningly at Cindy. She just smiled back. Marsha laughed wickedly and said, "Oh here, I'd do it." Marsha took the large rings out of my hand and began to force my testicles through each ring. First, she would force one testicle through the ring, pull the sack through, and then force the second testicle through. The rings were just barely large enough to let each testicle through and once on were not coming off. Meanwhile, Friane had reached out for the smaller rings and began to slide them onto my cock. She grabbed the cock by the head and stretched the organ out as far as she could. Then, over the stretched shaft, she worked each of the twenty rings. The last ring was about 1/2 the size of the other 19 and assured that erect or not, the rings were not coming off my cock. Finally I was standing there, the heavy metal rings stretching my balls down from my abdomen. My cock hung equally low, easily stretched twice its normal flaccid length from the heavy twenty steel rings that wrapped its circumference. Like some medieval knight, my cock was encased in steel from the base of it shaft to just beneath its mushroom head. Once the rings were all on, Cindy took my cock in her hands and began to masturbate me. As she stroked my cock, it began to grow erect. Even as the organ began to swell, it quickly became apparent that I was not going to be able to achieve a full erection. As my cock became engorged with blood, the lower 1/2 remained encased in the steel rings. The portion of my cock that was in the steel rings could only grow as large as the rings' diameter, perhaps 4-inches. Meanwhile, the upper half, filled with blood, protruded beyond the steel rings. That portion of my cock was swollen to its normal diameter of 8-inches. As a result, the overall impression was that of a huge purple cock growing out of a steel protrusion from my body about 6-inches from my torso. The more my cock tried to grow, the more the steel rings cut into the tender flesh. The more the tender flesh was crushed by the steel rings, the more my cock tried to grow. It soon became apparent that I would have a constant erection. As I gazed down at my disfigurement, Friane reached down and lifted my heavy metal cock. She dropped it back with a metal clang onto my balls. As the metal cock hit my exposed balls, a shot of pain surged through my groin. I began to double over, when Marsha slapped my ass and told me to stand tall. As I stood there, grimacing in pain, Friane grabbed my metal encased cock. She wrapped her hand around the exposed portion of my erection and became to masturbate me. "Don't worry. We'll all be making sure to take good care of this cock tonight," Friane said, and then she stuck her tongue in my ear, probing it and filling it with saliva. Cindy then stepped forward with a set of steel nipple clamps. She bent over and sucked first on nipple then the other. As she sucked each nipple, she clamped the sharp little alligator teeth on the rigid flesh. She adjusted the chain that connected the two clamps to a heavy steel "M" at the center of the chain. The weight of the metal pendulum pulled viciously on the alligator clips cutting into my tender flesh "Bend over," Marsha demanded. Before I even had a change to comply, she roughly pushed me forward and bent me over the bed. "Spread em," she said, at the same time kicking my ankles apart. I felt the cold Vaseline as she used her finger to force it into my ass. Then without waiting to spread it fully around the pucker asshole, Marsha shoved a large steel dildo up my ass. The dildo was made from a piece of steel pipe, welded round on top like a cock head and with a flared base. The heavy metal pipe felt extremely cold and heavy in my ass. I was sure that there was no way that I could keep the two or three pounds of cold steel from slipping or falling out of my ass. This proved not to be a problem, as Marsha placed my "Maid" chain around my waist. The Maid chain, a converted bicycle chain that I wore while in drag as their Maid, was locked around my waist. Another "Y" shaped chain had been added and Marsha pulled the Y over my cock and balls. Then she pulled Y chain back and up through my ass. She ran the chain up against the base of the steel ass plug, hooked the Y to the waist chain and locked them all together. Marsha grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up and spun me around. Grinning at me, she leaned forward and gave me a big wet French kiss. Having kissed me, Marsha licked her lips, smiled sweetly and said, "I know you love it sweet heart!" The four of us loaded in Friane's car. Friane and Marsha went out to the car first, opened the back door and got in the front seat. I made a quick dash from the back door of the house to the waiting car. As I ran the heavy steel rings bounced and slammed into each other. The M pendulum on my chest swung mercilessly on the nipple clips. Like some perverse metal wind chime, I clanged and rang as I sprinted for the car. At the last moment, as I reached the car door, Marsha slammed the door shut. "Be a nice superhero and wait for Cindy," she said. I stood there naked, praying none of the neighbors was looking out their windows just then, and waited as Cindy locked up the house and came to the car. The girls took the long route to the sorority house. Traffic was heavy and we got a lot of exposure on the ride over. The majority of the cars we passed contained other Halloween partygoers. Of course, any guys were pasted made sure to honk, whistle and hit on the three beautiful costumed girls. Needless to say, everyone, guys and girls, got a big laugh out of my costume. Luckily, no on could see anything other than the nipple clips and that I was naked from the waist up. I was so thankful that no one could see what I looked like below the waist. We finally arrived at the sorority house, just as the party was beginning. I was amazed at the number of people attending. There must have been at least fifty people, all as dressed as some sort of superhero. As I surveyed the group, it became apparent that not all of the partygoers were in the same situation as myself. As it turned out, only the pledges were bringing "kinky" superheroes like myself. The rest of the girls, and their dates, were dressed as "regular" superheroes. I was to learn that this "kinky" Halloween party occurred every year. Each year the sorority sisters used the party as part of the initiation rights for the fall pledge class. In order to pass this portion of their initiation, the pledge girls had to bring a "kinky" clad male as their date. While theme of each Halloween party changed year-to-year (vampires, superheroes, animals, etc.), the general context was always the same. It didn't matter how the pledges got their "dates" to the party, as long as they completed the initiation requirement. Some pledges coerced boyfriends, and some picked up strangers (preferably drunk guys, who once locked in their "kinky" outfits had no choice but to cooperate. Still others worked out other creative methods of getting their "man", such as had the three pledges that worked out the trade with Friane. As Friane led me around to a side door, Marsha and Cindy waited on the sidewalk. Just as I was about to enter the sorority house, I hear Marsha shout out a greeting to someone. I looked back and saw that Brad, Steve and Charlie were walking toward the girls. I recognized Charlie immediately, as his costume as the Hulk left his green colored face otherwise unchanged. I assumed the blonde haired Flash must be Brad. I recognized Steve's voice as he answered Marsha's greeting, even though he wore a mask dressed as Batman. I hesitated. I was not happy about these guys being here, obviously as dates for the three girls. After all, it had been these three guys that had fucked Cindy all night as her birthday present. Friane reached out and grabbed my big metal M and pulled me through the doorway. The M tore at the alligator nipple clips that were clamped to my tits. As she roughly pulled me through the door, and seeing me looking at the three guys, she said, "You didn't think we were going to spend the night all alone at this party did you?" When I replied that I thought that I was their date, Friane laughed. "Don't worry about us girls, you have more pressing problems than those three guys. You are one of the guests of honor and you'll be busy all night," she said. I was heartbroken. I could not believe that my precious Friane could be so cold. I did not want Cindy spending the night getting fucked by some other guy again. I was lead down the stairs and into a semi-dark room. Friane handed my M nipple clip chain to another girl. I recognized her as one of my three fuck nymphs. She smiled sweetly at me, and then viciously jerked the chain and pulled me over to one side of the room. All the sorority girls had gathered in the room, their dates and the non-sorority guests were upstairs in the main room drinking and partying, unaware of this "secret" party. As my eyes became adjusted to the dark, I noted that I stood in a group comprised of pledge girls and kinks. On the other side of the room were the sisters. I looked around at my group. All the pledge girls were dressed alike, blue colored Mystiquies. They were covered with blue liquid latex and nothing else. As I looked at the naked girls my erection began to grow. I gazed upon a sea of blue tits, big tits..small tits...all blue tits with hard rigid nipples. My gaze went down to their crotches, where I was rewarded by the sight of smooth shaven blue lipped cunts. My cock was now fully erect, crushed by the cruel metal rings wrapped around its shaft. The girl holding my chain smiled brightly, "Good boy, I'll get great points with you!" she said. I noted that most of the guys also had erections. Those that didn't were being attended to by their pledges, the girls jerking and stroking their cocks to get erections. A particularly tall girl, with long flowing black hair and dressed like Cat Woman stepped out from the sorority sisters. She walked to the center of the room. Her long legs were well developed, with the muscles in her thighs clearly outlined in the tight black latex. The tall spike pumps, clicking on the tile floor, enhanced the muscles in her calves. "Welcome to the annual Kappa Kappa Gamma Pledge Perversion Party," Cat Woman said. "As usual, this year's perversion party will be restricted to the sorority sisters only. If you have other guests, please remind them that downstairs is closed to sisters only." Pausing, but hearing no comments, Cat Woman continued, "Then, let's begin with the voting." She turned and strutted back across the room, her long tail swishing back and forth above her firm round ass. A pledge to my right began the process. This Mystiquie walked her kink out to the center of the room. The man she led was about 19, of average build and height. His cock was fully erect and about 7 inches long. On each of his hands an iron was taped. He had a set of nipple clips on, with a smaller travel iron attached as a weight. From his testicles another iron hung. The man had a difficult time walking as the iron hanging from his ball keep spinning and hitting his legs. He already had a number of bruises on his inner thighs where the iron had gouged his flesh. His Mystiquie was slightly overweight, and she jiggled as she walked him into the center of the room. Her round, large ass showed a deep ass crack. Her breast were also very large and they bounced as she walked. Mystiquie introduced her kink as "Iron Man". The sisters laughed at the obvious reference. Mystiquie reached down and pulled the iron attached to his balls forward and up. As if already trained, Iron Man, quickly spread his legs to avoid the impending pendulum. Mystiquie raised the iron up to waist level and then let the heavy appliance drop. The iron fell straight down for about a foot and then hit the end of the chain. The iron spun and arched back between Iron Man's legs. Even spread as he was, the pointed edges of the iron grazed his inner thighs, leaving a red welts behind. After colliding with his legs, the heavy iron continued to swing back up behind his ass. The iron reached its apex, and then began it return route. The ungainly, unbalanced iron spun as it swung, colliding with the back of Iron Man's legs. His voluptuous Mystiquie let the iron complete its travel. Iron Man had squatted slightly after the first impacts, so as to better spread his legs. The unwieldy iron twisted and swung back and forth until it finally ended spinning slowly between his knees. The pain of Iron Man's face was obvious....the sorority sisters loved it. They whooped and whistled their approval. Cat Woman said, "Votes." "For costume," Cat Woman called, and the sisters held up scorecards. Another of the sisters, this one dressed as Rouge, tabulated the score. Next Cat Woman asked for a vote on "Conformation". Voluptuous Mystiquie immediate reached down and pulled Iron Man's cock upward. The effects of the pain the iron had caused had caused his erection to fade. The sisters gave their scores. Seeing a score much lower than voluptuous Mystiquie would have liked, she brutally twisted Iron Mans semi-erect penis. With her other hand, Mystiquie pulled back and hit him across the face with the back of her hand. Iron Man's head snapped sideways and a trickle of blood appeared from his mouth. Iron Man let out a grunt and bent slightly more at the knees. "Shut the fuck up bitch," Mystiquie said. Iron Man dropped his head and stood quietly. A chill went up my spine. Five more kinks went through their introductions. There was Tin Man (with tin cans fastened to his cock and balls, tiny tin bells from his nipples, and a can opener jammed up his ass), Rubber Man (with dozens of rubbers stretched over his cock and balls, two rubber ducks hanging from his tits and a double headed bright yellow rubber dildo rammed up his ass), Elastic Man (a guy with about 100 rubber bands all around his cock, balls and nipples), Bat Man (with a little league baseball bat up his ass, a pencil bat strapped to his cock, baseballs suspended from his testicles and nipples) and even a Thing. Each "costume", including mine, were all variations of our namesakes, with theme related devices restricting our cocks, our balls, and objects shoved up our asses. Cindy's Slut Ch. 08 Of all our costumes, the sorority sisters voted the Thing as the most unique and gave him the highest "costume" score. The Thing was a large guy, overweight and rotund. He was painted orange with black lines for his "bricks". His bulbous head had been shaved bald. His cock and balls were wrapped in orange twine. From his ass protruded another orange "thing". His anal "thing" appeared to be a huge oversized penis dildo, which had been modified with lights and an electric shocker. The electric shocker had one lead that stuck up his ass and another that wrapped around the base of his balls. A switch was attached at the small of his back that would activate the electricity and control its intensity. When it was her turn, the Thing's Mystiquie demonstrated his anal plug. She started out with a low voltage. As the electricity was turned on and the Thing moaned, his sizeable cock (already rigid) twitching up and down. When his Mystiquie increased the voltage, the Thing's legs started shaking and the moans turned to a groan. When his Mystiquie turned the voltage up all the way, the Thing fell to the floor on his knees. As the electricity shot through his ball and up his ass, he started to cry. Mystiquie shut of the electricity, leaving the Thing writhing on the floor, like some big orange, bald, naked baby. Needless to say, the sorority sisters thought the Thing's torture was hilarious. Many were laughing so hard; they had tears streaming down their faces. His Mystiquie, seeing how much her little game was impressing her sisters, started whipping Thing across his exposed cock. The Thing rolled into a ball, clutching his electrocuted testicles and trying to protecting his poor cock. After several minutes the Cat Woman commanded Mystiquie to stop. Cat Woman then ordered the Thing to stand up. Thing slowly obeyed. He got up, tears streaking his orange visage. His cock, nearly as large as my own, rigidly erect, had turned a deep blackened purple and bruised from the whipping. The sorority sisters cheered and jeered the poor creature. At last it was my turn. My petite Mystiquie made sure that my cock was fully erect. The appearance of my 10-inch cock garnered catcall whistles and obscene comments from the gathering. When the sorority sisters saw the extent that the rings had deformed my physic, they responded with a mix of giggles and exclamations of awe. It appeared as if I had a 6-inch cock sticking out of a 4-inch steel pipe. The exposed portion of my cock was its normal 8-inch circumference, while the portion in the steel was less than 4-inches around. The exposed portion of my cock had turned dark purple, the blood restricted from flowing in or out. The shaft was grossly covered with thick twisted veins. The mushroom head was bizarrely swollen and extremely sensitive. The steel rings around my scrotum had stretched my sack down several inches from my crotch. My balls appeared like two hard red walnuts. As I was lead to the center of the room, the steel rings around my cock clanged against the steel rings around my testicles. Each time the steel rings slapped against each other, I received a shots of pain in my balls and my cock. My Mystiquie lead me by the heavy steel M that was suspended from my alligator nipple clips. She guided me to across the room and pulled me around in a circle, so better to display my grossly distorted cock. As she spun me around, the sorority sisters got a glimpse of flared end of the steel pipe that was shoved up my ass. My Mystiquie had forced me to bend over, displaying the large round base of the steel anal plug that was stuck up my ass. She demonstrated the Y shaped chain and the waist chain the affixed the plug firmly in my ass. When the voting was done, the Thing and I (The Man of Steel) had tied. The Thing got the best vote for costume and I got the best vote for cock. Following the voting, the Cat Woman announced that the transfer ceremony would take place. One at a time, as the sponsor sorority sisters' names were called out. As each sister came forward, the pledge Mystiquies would lead their respective kink forward. The Mystiquie hand kink's leash to the sorority sister. As each sorority sister took her "gift" from the pledge, they would exchange a French kiss. Watching two girls kiss was always a turn on. It had the same effect here. I watched with interest as the other kinks were ceremoniously transferred. I wondering which of the sorority sisters I would be turned over to. I watched as the Tin Man was given a girl dressed as Barb Wire. Her tight leather bounty hunter outfit melded to her tits and ass. True to her namesake, she had a wooden paddle wrapped with barbwire. As she took his nipple leash, she reached around and gave Tin Man a slap across his ass with the paddle. Tin Man jumped as the barbwire cut into the naked flesh of his ass. Jerking his nipple chain, Barb Wire forced him to stand still. Again, she swung the wooden paddle onto his ass, and again the barbwire ripped into his exposed flesh. This time Tin Man winced and grit his teeth, but he stood still. Smiling with satisfaction, Barb Wire lead him away, shaking his leash so the tin bells on his nipples jingled as he walked. Rubber Man was turned over to a Storm. Storm (aka Friane) was now carrying a long leather cat-o-nine whip. Storm lashed Rubber Man across the front of his thighs. Knowing what was expected of him, Rubber Man stood still as the whip cut into his legs. Pleased by his reaction, Storm reached down and twisted the double-headed dildo that was sticking out of his ass. Smiling at her fellow sorority members, she grabbed the protruding dildo as if it were a real cock and began to stoke it. With her other hand, she reached around and grabbed his condom covered cock and stroked that. She looked at me and gave me a wink. "Now I have two cocks to play with," she said. Storm lead Rubber Man away. Elastic Man was given to Darkstar. Dressed in a black silk body suit, her white gloves and white boots glowed in the gloomy lit room. Her long blonde hair was held back from her face with her jeweled headband. She immediately began to snap the rubber bands that were attached to the Elastic Man's balls. Each rubber band that was snapped caused him to double over with pain. Unable to stand still with his balls being pounded by Darkstar, Elastic Man twisted and tried to pull away. Darkstar pulled a small black pencil like object from the waistband of her outfit. Stabbing the object into Elastic Man, she turned it on. A crack of electricity arced from its tip and 20,000 volts shot through his body. Elastic Man collapsed on the floor. Darkstar signaled to a couple of Mystiquies, who stepped forward and drug Elastic Man away. Darkstar was giggling as the two girls struggled with the prostrate Elastic Man away. "I guess he's in for a long night," she said to the crowd. She followed the two blue nudes from the room. The remaining sorority sisters were laughing and shouting with delight. Bat Man's sorority sister was dressed as Poison Ivy. She had thorns attached to back of her hands, and wasted no time in ripping them across his chest. Small scratches appeared all over his torso. When Bat Man attempted to pull away from the thorns, Poison Ivy grabbed him by the throat. With her other hand, she grabbed his cock and squeezed hard. Bat Man stood still. Poison Ivy, a tall brunette dressed in green gauze, smiled and said, "Good boy. Behave or you'll end up as a bloody mess!" Iron Man went to the Invisible Girl. A beautiful blonde, dressed in transparent blue-white silk body suit that hid nothing of her physical attributes. She was tall and thin, with smallish tits sitting high on her chest. She was obviously excited by the proceedings, as her small hard nipples pushed out from her costume. I though the crotch of her costume looked wet, but it might have been the shadows of the room. When she received Iron Man, she paused only long enough to kick the dangling iron that was attached to his scrotum. The iron smashed into the front of his leg, scraping and bruising the flesh. When he winced and bent slightly from the impact of the sharp appliance, she grabbed the small travel irons that were attached to his nipples and wrenched him back up straight. She glared at him, as if daring him to do something else. When he remained stationary, she kneed him in the groin. As he doubled over she jammed her hand up into his throat, squeezing his windpipe. Gagging and struggling for air, she forced Iron Man upright again. "You have a lot to learn if you are to be a Kappa Kink," she said to him. The rest of the sisters applauded loudly. Invisible Girl grabbed Iron Man by the ear and lead him away. The Thing was turned over to Black Canary. Another beautiful blonde, she was dressed in a black widow corset with fishnet stockings. Over the stockings, she wore knee high leather-spiked boots. Her face was covered with sparkle makeup. Her long blonde hair was flowing down around her shoulders. The corset made her body appear like a prefect hourglass. Her tight-laced waist pushed her already large breast up and together, making them look huge on her rather small frame. From her tiny waist, her round full ass flared outward. She wore a pair of silk French cut panties that clung to her heart shaped ass. She was so beautiful, that I wished she were my mistress. After seeing the pain that the Thing had been subjected to before, Black Canary treated him almost tenderly. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth. With her hand she reached down and gently stroked his 8-inch orange cock. The Thing responded to her kindness by kissing her back, playing his tongue against hers. She broke the kiss and smiled sweetly at him. She took her hand and ran a finger inside her panties, coating it with her pussy juices. She stuck the finger in his mouth and he sucked on it like a baby nursing. After letting Thing suck on her finger for a while, Black Canary removed her hand and walked around to behind him. She reached down and pulled on the enormous orange colored dildo that stuck out of his ass. Once she had a couple of inches of the cock pulled out, she slowly pushed it back into him. A shudder went through the Thing and a small whimpering sigh escaped his throat. Still smiling, Black Canary softly put a hand on the big man's shoulder and touched the small of his back. With a single flick of her hand, Black Canary turned the electric shock controller all the way to full. With a scream, the big orange man collapsed on the floor. As he rolled in unbearable pain, electricity shooting through his cock, balls and ass, Black Canary stood astride him. Tall and dominating in her black corset costume, Black Canary watched him writhe and twist on the floor. I looked at her face and saw pure evil delight. She looked at me, smiling and licked her lips. Suddenly, I was very glad that she was not the sister that I was being turned over to. Black Canary reached down and turned the electric shocker off. With a hard pull on the heavy chain that was attached to his nipple clamps, she pulled the Thing to his feet. As tears streamed down his pudgy face, Black Canary began to slap him. Back and forth, again and again across the face, all the while pulling and twisting the Thing's nipple clips. After about a dozen blows, she put her face close to his and screamed at him, "Shut the fuck up and stand still you piece of shit!" The Thing struggled to stand still, tears running down his face and sniffling like a little boy. The rest of the sorority sisters went wild, screaming and shouting..."kick his ass...make him cry...big fucking baby...." Black Canary jerked hard on the nipple chain and led the Thing away. As she left, she looked back at me and mouthed, "You're next, bitch." A cold shudder went through me. At last I was lead into the center of the room by my Mystiquie. As she jerked on my steel M, the alligator nipple clips biting into my flesh. I stumbled after her. As terrifying as the scenes had been watching the other kinks before me, I couldn't help but be sexually aroused. My cock bobbed and twitched, sticking out of its steel confinements. As I moved, each of the twenty small steel rings cut into my swollen cock. My balls swung low, stretched and weighted by the six heavy steel rings wedged up above my testicles. With each step, I felt the long, hard, heavy steel pipe dildo that had been forced up my ass. I stood in the center of the room feeling extremely exposed in my naked sexually aroused state. I tried to control the trembling in my legs. I waited expectantly. A woman with long black hair stepped out from the crowd of sorority girls. She wore a black cape, a pointed black mask, black gloves, black boots that came up to her knees, a tight silk half-shirt (that barely covered her high firm tits) and a tiny thong. Her long lithe body was enhanced by the costume, making her appear almost snake-like. Her stomach was flat and hard. Her legs were long and muscular. She was obviously an athlete and extremely well built. As she moved toward me, I watched her breasts rise and fall beneath the tight silk top. Her hips moved from side to side as she strutted toward me. I moved my gaze up and down her seductive torso. "Huntress," my Mystiquie address her, "Here is my gift to you." I raised my eyes, looking up into her face. Wearing her tall spiked boots, she was slightly taller than I was in my bare feet. Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick. Her deep black hair cascaded down around her shoulders and across her breast. As she gazed back into my eyes, I was sucked into her deep blue orbs. Taking my nipple leash, she inclined her head to one side, looking me up and down. She reached for my cock. Holding it, she stared at it. She ran her fingers around the mushroom head and then over the protruding veins. Placing it in her palm, she heft it up and down, as if judging its weight. As she bounced my steel encased cock in her gloved hand, a small quantity of cum oozed from it slit, leaking onto her glove. She looked at the shiny slime and then back into my eyes. A smile came across her face and a cold pit of fear filled my belly. She released my cock and cupped my steel wrapped ball in her hand. Again, she bounced the scrotum as if assessing the weight its metal encasement. She brought the cum stained glove up to my mouth. As she positioned the glove before my lips, I stuck my tongue out and licked the cum clean. Huntress smiled. "Smart boy." Then, quick like a snake, she slapped me across the face. The blow was hard and my eyes teared. A second blow, this time with the back of her hand, slapped me across the face. My vision blurred, but I stood still. A moment passed. My vision cleared. I saw her looking at me...smiling. Huntress carried a short riding crop. She brought it down hard across the exposed portion of my cock. A small grunt escaped me, but still I stood without moving. Again she whipped me with the riding crop, but this time across my exposed testicles. Now the pain was too much and I bent over. A strangled cry came from my throat. My balls were on fire, pain shot through my groin. Seemingly satisfied that she had broken me, Huntress jerked me back upright using the nipple clips. When she had me standing tall again, she whipped me twice across my left ass cheek. The riding crop left two red welts on my exposed white ass. I stood still for the two blows. "Nice cock," Huntress said to the crowd. "Half his cock is bigger than the whole cock of some other bitches," she said. She moved close and kissed me. As her tongue played against my lips, I opened slightly. Not daring to do anything wrong, I let her probe my mouth. Leaning back, Huntress softly whispered to me, "We're going to have some real fun tonight. Beth (as I later learned was my pledge's name) told me all about you." Turning to the crowd, Huntress said, "Stop by my room and sign up for this kink. He should be worth it. Come Man of Steel." She led me away. Huntress led me down a hallway to a room on the far right side. She opened the door and pulled me inside. She left me standing in the dark as she moved about the room. A moment later there was a flash of light.. Blinded by the flash, I struggled not to fall. Several more flashes went off, and then I stood in darkness again. Huntress began to light candles. When the room was bathed in the light of about a dozen candles, she began taking more pictures. After about twenty photos, she placed the camera on the desk. Seeing the questioning look on my face, Huntress said, "If you're lucking, the pictures will only end up on the Kappa website. If not...well, you'll be famous." Huntress led me to an area near the center of the room. Two chains hung from ceiling hooks. She secured one of my wrists to a chain, then the other. Once the chains were attached and lock, she tightened them. My arms were stretch up and from my shoulders. She stepped back to assess her work. Smiling, she slapped me across my thigh with her riding crop. Next she fastened a collar around my neck. I recognized it as a dog's training collar. Two electric probes, extending from a small black transmitter, bite into my throat. Using a D-ring on the collar, she ran another chain from the collar, around the steel M leading to my nipples, and finally to the steel rings attached to my cock and balls. The short length of the chain required that I keep my head slightly bent. With my head bent I could not look her in the face. Rather, my eyes were just at the leave where I could see her heaving breast. She was getting excited. Her breathing was faster and slightly irregular. I gazed down her flat stomach to her tiny silk thong. I could make out the shape of her pussy lips. Her cunt was shaven and a wet spot showed where her slit was. Huntress attached two short electric leads to the probes on my neck and then connected the lead to the chain. She checked to make sure the chain was contacting both the steel rings around my scrotum and the rings around my cock. Stepping back, she said, "Now lets just test this out." The intensity of the pain was beyond anything that I could describe. A shot of hot electricity went into my neck. At the same time, the current was carried down the chain into my nipples, cock and balls. I screamed. For my outburst, I received an ass beating. Huntress stepped behind me and began to lash both of my ass checks. As she whipped me she yelled at me, "Shut the fuck up!" Soon my ass was covered with red swollen welts. As much as my ass hurt from her whipping, I realized that the electric shock was much worse. I bit down on my lip until it bled, swallowing the screams that wanted to escape my throat. When I finally shut up, Huntress was satisfied and ceased beating my ass. She walked around to stand in front of me. I gazed down at her wet crotch. Her silk thong clearly showing the effects of her oozing pussy. "I'll give you a brief overview of your duties tonight," Huntress said. "Tonight you will suffer for the enjoyment of womanhood. As a man, you are inferior to women. Tonight you will learn to submit to that superiority. Tonight you will learn to love pain, even as you give us pleasure." Having said that, Huntress gave me another electric jolt, only this time at a higher setting. The pain in my cock and testicle made me feel like pissing myself, but the tight steel rings prohibited any such release. "Over the years, my sisters have gotten very good at teaching men their place. Our Halloween parties are the perfect place to hone our skills. Practice makes perfect and each year our special parties train more men. Tonight is your turn to learn to service us." With that she gave me yet another jolt from the collar. As she watched me shake with pain, Huntress laughed so hard that her big round tits almost fell out of her small tight costume. Cindy's Slut Ch. 08 When the electricity ceased to course through my body, I was covered with sweat. Tears streamed down my face. Sobbing like a baby, I struggled to breath. I down on my tongue, trying not to scream. I bit it so hard it bled. As I hung there, blood dripped from my mouth. "Now, now we can't have that," Huntress said. Rising, she went over to a dresser. From a box on top of the dresser, she picked up a short rubber cock. As she brought it to me, she knelt and shoved it into my mouth. The rubber cock was a hollow penis gag. "There. You can bit down on that all you need to, and still be able to breath. It has an added benefit of keeping you from screaming," Huntress smiled up at me at she said this. I attempted to beg her, oh god no please, but all that came out was..."Mmmmmmpppphhh." Still smiling, she hit me with a full jolt of electricity again. As I hung there, Huntress pulled my feet apart and attached a spreader bar. Still kneeling, she reached up and jiggled my weighted testicles. She swung them back up between my legs, letting them clang back against the steel rings on my cock. She did this several times, like a little girl playing with a toy swing. "Very nice outfit. One of the nicest I've seen. Of course it doesn't hurt that you're hung like a horse." Huntress stroked the naked end of my cock as she said this. "I wonder what it would be like to have those steel rings stuck up my cunt?...maybe you wouldn't be that lucky. But, tonight your job is serve and service the sisters of Kappa." Huntress licked her lips as if in anticipation of a good meal as she said this. "Now its very important that you do not disappoint me, embarrass me by not servicing my sisters properly, or fail to follow every direction that I give you. If you do as you're told, you might even enjoy yourself and survive the night with limited damage. But, I warn you! If you fuck up in any way, you'll wish you had never been born!" so saying, Huntress hit me with another wave of electrical shock, but this time using the maximum setting. My bowels went loose. If not for the big steel anal plug up my ass, I believe that I would have shit myself. Strangely, the electricity only seemed to make my cock harder. Perhaps it was the portion of the electrical shock that went up through my steel ass plug to my prostrate. My cock tingled with the after shock, hard as hell and throbbing. The steel rings on the lower portion of my cock made sure that I was not going to ejaculate, but strings of cum leaked from the purple distended head of my cock anyway. Huntress reached down and got a gob of the slimy cum on the palm of her glove. She took the sticky mess and rubbed it all over my face. My nostrils were filled with the poignant smell of my own cum. There was a knock on the door. Huntress went to door and opened it. Standing outside was a girl dressed as Miss America. I strained my head back to see. The Miss America superhero outfit consisted of a red eye mask, a red tube top, blue pumps and a red/white stripped skirt with a blue belt. Huntress had a brief discussion with Miss America and then had her sign the register. Miss America entered the room. She walked around me, running her hands up and down my sweaty body. The stink of my sweat and cum were replaced by the smell of her perfume and hot pussy. Miss America reached down and began to stroke my cock. She wrapped her hand around the steel rings encasing my cock and began to pump them. Because of my swollen cock, her stroking of the steel rings only caused the rings to pinch the skin of my cock. The rings were so tight that they barely moved. Using her other hand, Miss America tugged and squeezed my balls as they extended from the steel rings encasing my sack. Reaching up under her skirt, Miss America coated her hand with her pussy juice. I glance up and noticed that she did not wear any panties. With her hand coated with her cunt juices, Miss America began to stroke the exposed half of my cock. Her soft hand wrapped smoothly around my swollen shaft, coating it with her hot fragrant cunt juices. Up and down she pumped my cock. I could feel my orgasm growing, the waves of sperm building in my balls. But the frustration! With the steel rings around my balls, there was no way that they were going to pump up my cum. Also, even though my cock ached and begged for release, the tight steel rings around my cock shaft assured that I would not have any release. I was going nuts. I had to get off. My nuts ached so badly, they hurt. My cock was so swollen and purple, it looked ungodly distorted, almost black. Big drips of cum leaked from my cock head. Miss America knelt and took my cock into her mouth. She was a pretty brunette with big hazel eyes. She looked up into my pain filled face as she suck on my cock. Her mouth was soft and warm. She flicked her tongue around the cock head, then up and down the underside of the shaft. I cried into the cock gag. Oh god, please make me cum! I shook my head, fighting the gag, trying to speak, trying to beg! I thrust my hips forward, trying to force more of my cock into her mouth. She reached out and grabbed my balls. Squeezing them tight, she forced me to hold my hips still. She continued to softly, gently suck on my cock. Tears were running down my face. I couldn't take it any more. The steel rings on my sore swollen cock felt like they were cutting my cock off. My cock felt hot, and yet cold from the blood restriction. My balls were blue and cold. "MMMMmmmppppp!" I begged into the gag in my mouth. Her mouth felt soooo good wrapped around my cock. By the time Miss America stopped sucking my cock, I was crying like a baby. I was so horny that I would have done anything to get off. Miss America reached up and softly patted my check. She used her hand to wipe the tears from my face, and then licked the salty tears from her fingers. She smiled sweetly up at me. Her beautiful face, the high check bones, those big soft eyes. I tried to plead with her through the cock gag stuffed tightly in my mouth. Miss America stood up and looked over at Huntress. Huntress sat there smiling broadly and handed her a small step stool. Miss America stepped up on the stool and raised her skirt. Thrusting her hips forward she ground her naked cunt into my face. As she rubbed her wet slit up and down my face, she concentrated on grinding her clit on the bridge of my nose. I was filled with the heady fragrant smell of her hot cunt. The sweet smell of pussy filled my senses. I began to thrust my hips forward into the empty air. I needed contact, some contact, any contact on my cock. Now out of Miss America's hot mouth, my cold was terribly cold. Miss America continued to grind her cunt into my face as she took off her belt. With my head up under her skirt, I eagerly tired to force my nose...my face into her pussy. The first blow from the belt cut deeply into my back. I thrust my face all the harder into her cunt. More blows rained down on my back. Each blow only prompted me to fuck her cunt that much harder with my face. Miss America's orgasm came hard and quick. Dropping her blue belt, she grabbed my head by my ears and slammed her cunt tight onto my face. I struggled for breath as she came. A stream of quim and pussy juice flowed out of her cunt and down my face into the hollow penis gag in my mouth. As the hollow core of the gag filled with her quim, it dripped through the breathing holes and ran down my parched throat. Sighing heavily, Miss America climbed off the stool. She bend down and picked up her belt. Then, Miss America stepped behind me and really began to beat my ass. Still gagging, I choked as I screamed soundlessly in to my cock gag. She moved her whipping up my back and down my legs. Some my entire back side was glowing a radiant red. Sweating and out of breath from the exertion, Miss America came back around and stood in front of my. She bent over and kissed me softly on my forehead. Then she stepped back and kicked my straight in my dangling purple nuts. I think momentarily blacked out from the pain. I was vaguely aware of Miss America thanking Huntress and then she was gone. The Huntress stood in front of me and asked me if I was enjoying myself. When I didn't answer promptly, she hit me with an electrical shock. Again the pain shot into my neck, down my spine, and through my cock and testicles. Whimpering and crying, I attempted to mumble "yes" through me mouth gag. My erection had diminished somewhat after Miss America kicked me in the nuts. Now, Huntress reaching beneath her thong and coated her glove with her pussy juice. Taking my cock in her glove, she spread the cunt juice over the shaft and began to pump my cock back to an erection. Once satisfied that my cock was sufficiently hard, Huntress stopped stroking my cock and wiped the palm of her hand across my face. The scent of her cunt filled my nostrils once again. After a short time we heard another knock on the door. Huntress opened the door to Rogue. This sister had put a long white streak through her brunette hair. She had sparkle makeup on. Long white glove covered her arms, almost to the elbows. She carried a rattan cane. She entered with a smug, hungry smile. The two girls hugged and kissed. They appeared to be good friends. I dropped my head back down, taking the strain off my neck. I had a bad feeling about this one. Rogue and Huntress walked up to me. With my head hung low, I could only see from their magnificent tits downward. Rogue was as beautiful as the rest of the Kappa sisters. Her outfit was a tight black sleeveless stretch top and a short black skirt. Tall black spike pumps wrapped her tiny feet. Rogue raised one of the spike shoes and drove the heel into my thigh. As the shiny metal spike dug into my flesh, Rogue slapped me hard across the face and told me to look at her. Grunting in pain behind the cock gag in my mouth, I strained my head upward. Seeing my obvious pain, Rogue smiled seductively. She twisted the heel of her spiked pump deeper into my thigh, finally tearing the flesh. Blood started to flow freely down my leg. Rogue removed her heel and knelt down next to my thigh. For a moment or two she just watched the blood run down my inner leg. Then she leaned forward and licked the red salty blood. Sticking her long tongue out she drank the blood with a catlike mannerism. Rogue stood back up and eased into my body. She stood very close, with her head next to mine. I heard her take a deep breath, as if smelling my sweat and fear. She extended her tongue and licked my ear. Next she sucked on the lobe of my ear. Finally, she took the earlobe between her teeth and bit down. She dug her teeth into the earlobe until it too bled like my leg. She sucked on the earlobe, swallowing the blood for sometime, then stepped back. Rogue turned to Huntress and said, "Let's lower him. I need better access." Together the two women released the chains that held my arms to the ceiling. They lower the chains by about 2 feet. Huntress commanded, "Kneel", and hit the electric shock collar. I collapsed onto my knees. Huntress went around behind me and hooked two short chains to my ankles where they were attached to the spreader bar. Then she reached up between my legs and attached the chains to the upper most steel ring encasing my testicles. Now attached so, I was unable to rise. Any attempt to regain my feet would tear my balls off. Rogue moved a bar stool up in front of my face. She removed her skirt and whipped it across my face several times. She sat on the chair and placed her legs up over my shoulders. The weight of her legs pulled down on my shoulders and pulled my arms back and upward. The chains on my wrist cut into my skin. With my head forced down, I gazed at Rogue's naked cunt. Her twat was a bright pink, flushed with blood. Her cunt lips were swollen and puffed out from between her labia. I could see her hard clip protruding from the top of her cunt, the hard red little nub shiny from her pussy juices. Her whole crotch was coat with her juices, shiny and wet. The heavy smell of her hot cunt wafted over my. Rogue shifted her legs and brought her white creamy thighs closer along side of my head. She slithered upward and pusher her pussy directly in front of my lips. "Eat me!" she commanded. With the cock gag firmly in my mouth, I could not comply. "EAT ME!" she commanded again. I moved my face forward, rubbing my lips against her steamy cunt. "GOD DAMN, I SAID EAT ME YOU PATHETIC BITCH!" Having said that, Rogue lifted her cane and began to beat me across my exposed nipples. She grabbed the heavy steel M and ripped it upward, stretching the alligator clips that were biting into my raw nipples. With each blow of the cane, she would jerk viscously on the M, as if she were attempting to tear the alligator clips from my tits. My cock throbbed and ached incredibly. I was in so much pain...but so incredibly horny. God, I needed to cum! I ground my lips into her hot wet snatch. The beating went on and on. Finally, Rogue stopped whipping my with her cane. My chest and back were covered with red welts. My nipples had been twisted and pulled until the skin had been ripped off by the wicked alligator clips' teeth. Blood dripped down my chest from my torn left nipple. Rogue reached around my head and removed the cock gag. I coughed and stretched my aching jaw. I didn't have long to recover, as Rogue quickly replaced the gag with her cunt. Rogue brought her cane down across my left temple. The cane caught the top of my ear and the upper part of my check. A stinging pain shot through my head, stars danced before my eyes and a ragged welt raised on the left side of my face. I didn't need any verbal instructions. I plunged my tongue into her snatch. I thrust my tongue as deeply into her wet cunt as I could and began to tongue fuck her. When she brought the cane down upon my shoulder, I changed my technique and began to lick her cunt up and down, sucking and swallowing her flowing pussy juices. I continued to eat her cunt for sometime, until another cane blow cut into my upper back. Quickly, I brought my tongue up onto her clit. I flicked, probed, and suck on the hard red nub. I felt her legs tighten along both sides of my head. Her white gloves went to the back of my head and pulled my mouth tight onto her twat. As I continued to suck on her clit, she came. Rogue's quim tasted tart and bitter. Perhaps it was just her own unique cunt flavor, that time of the month, or the alcohol that she had been drinking. But, in the back of my mind, it tasted as evil as she was. I swallowed the bitter cum from her cunt as she pumped her pussy against my mouth. Her climax was over quickly. Once she had her sexual release, she pushed herself back on the bar stool and put her skirt back on. Rogue looked at Huntress, who nodded to her, and then as if fulfilling a requirement for leaving, Rogue raised her cane high above her head. The sound of the cane cutting the air as it descended caused to flinch and tighten in terror even before the cane touched me. Rogue brought the cane down upon my cock. It was surely just luck that kept my cock from being cut in half by the slashing rattan. The blow was angled and some of the cane contacted the steel rings surrounding my cock. It was the steel rings that saved me. Even so, the part of the cane that caught the exposed end of my cock caused me to scream out in pain. If the electrical shock was painful, the rattan cane striking my bare, exposed, swollen cock was unbearable. The pain shot up through my stomach and racked my brain. It felt like a red-hot iron had been jammed against the tender flesh of my penis. As the scream came out of me, I just went limp into the chains that held me. I tried to double over to ease the burning, searing pain! Instead, I was held helpless. I cried like a baby, tears streaming down my face, sobs racking my whole body. Oh god, I could die! Rogue started laughing. "What a worthless piece of shit. You cocks are all the same. Worthless little penises. That's why women rule!" Rogue turned to Huntress, reached out and kissed her full on the mouth. Frenching each other, the two women took a moment to fondle each other's breasts. Then Rogue left. Huntress turned to me and said, "Stop you pathetic crying. You should feel honored that we even let you participate in our special Halloween Party." She went over to a small refrigerator and took out a bag of ice. She brought the ice over and dropped it across my burning cock. "Be a man you fag piece of shit! The parties just begun and you've got a long way to go!" As the ice eased the pain in my cock, the cold caused my cock to grow flaccid. I had just begun to come to grips with the pain, when the third knock came at the door. This time the costumed girl was Knockout. I recognized the girl as short redhead named Marry that worked out at my health club. She also recognized me as she said, "It's good to see you again. I never would have guessed that you were hung so well from seeing you around the club." Knockout wore her natural red hair, a green mask, a light yellow sleeveless shirt, tight green satin shorts and green pumps. The sleeveless shirt let her large biceps show. Marry was a serious weight lifter and had a muscled body that most guys would have been proud to have. Knockout was short enough that I could see most of her without straining to raise my head. She flexed her biceps and cracked her knuckles as she walked over to me. She stood in front of me and flexed the muscles in her tights. I watched the muscles tighten and knot, from her wide crotch to her knees. Knockout did not carry any whip, club or paddle like most of the costumed sisterhood. No, this costumed diva was true to her superhero namesake and relied only on her own physic. Knockout reached out and raised my head, forcing the chains that ran down to my nipples, cock and ball to tighten. Once she had my head forced as far up as it would go, given the restriction of the chains, she hauled back her right arm. Clenching her fist, she swung and landed an uppercut into my solar plexus. With a grunt, her fist doubled me over (again as far as the chains around my arms would allow). I gasp for air. Knockout waited as I coughed and struggled to suck in a breath of air. Just as I started to breath again, she slammed her fist into my gut again. The air was knocked out of my body again, and again I struggled to breath. This went on for some dozen or so blows. When at last she stopped, Knockout gave once last massive tug on the large steel M that was attached to my nipple clips. The jerk was so strong that the alligator teeth tore off my ripped, raw nipples. Bits of skin still clung to the clips and blood flowed freely from both my torn nipples. As the blood rushed back into my nipples, the pain of the torn skin was temporarily replaced by the excruciating pain of the returning blood flow. Then, just as quickly, the pain of my torn flesh return unabated. "We can't have that," Knockout said. She crouched down and clamped her mouth around my bloody right nipple. At first she merely sucked and swallowed the streaming blood. Then, she bit down hard around the areola, restricting the blood flow. Next, Knockout took the alligator clip and reattached it to the ragged, torn nipple. She moved on to the left nipple and repeated the whole process. A new type of pain racked my body. From the numbing ache of the nipple clamps, I had gone through the sharp ripping pain of having them torn from my tits. Now, the never numbing pain of the clamps returned, but heightened by the gnawing of my areoles and the tearing of the flesh of my nipples. "Now, isn't that better?" Knockout said. As I fought the pain and grit my teeth, I failed to answer. The goddamn bitch, I thought. No more, I had enough. Waiting a moment for my reply and getting none, Knockout hauled back her left fist and smashed it into the side of my head. Black and stars were all I could see. Dazed, but still defiant, I refused to answer. Within seconds, a slamming right fist rocked my head again and everything went black. Cindy's Slut Ch. 08 When I awoke, a pitch of cold water was being thrown in my face. My left eye was swollen almost shut and blood dripped from my mouth and nose. From the state of my face, it appeared that Knockout had continued her pugilistic barrage until she finally realized that I was truly unable to respond. Only then, with the Huntress stepping in had the beating stopped. "Do you love me know bitch?" Knockout shouted in my face. She was in a rage, spittle flying in my bloody visage as she made her demand. "Yes," managed to mumble. I hung there. I realized that all resistance was futile. "Good, then kiss my ass," Knockout said. She pulled the tight green satin shorts from her torso. I stared at her cunt; it was covered with short curly red hair. The next image that I had was of her round firm ass being pushed into my face. I leaned forward and placed my bruised, swollen lips against her ass. I kissed the cold white skin. I continued to kiss her ass, holding my lips tightly to her skin, until she said, "Lick my crack." I stuck out my tongue and licked her ass crack. She leaned over, raising her ass higher and pushed it further into my face. I ran my tongue up and down her ass crack, wetting her crack with my saliva. I could tell that she enjoyed the sensation of my spit running down her ass to her cunt. Soon her ass crack was full of my saliva. As I continued to lick her ass, I was force to swallow my own tainted saliva. The faint taste of sweat and shit flavored the fluid as I was forced to drink it. Knockout leaned all the way over, now forcing her sopping wet cunt onto my mouth. I switch my tongue to her cunt. I licked up from her clit to the junction of her ass crack. I flattened my tongue and lapped like a dog. As I moved my tongue up her inverted slit, I curled my tongue up and into her twat. As Knockout began to cum, I stuck my tongue out and held it stiffly. Like a small cock, I thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt hole. When she came, she ejaculated in short streams. I caught each stream of quim in my mouth and swallowed it. As her orgasm faded, Knockout held her cunt tight around my mouth and nose. I felt her stomach muscles tighten and then a long fetid fart was released into my face. Too tired to even try to fight, I held my head still and tried to hold my breath. Sensing my predicament, Knockout remained with her ass in my face until I was, at last, forced to breath in her putrid anal emission. "Good doggy," Knockout said, as she rose and put her bright green satin shorts back on. Then she stepped down hard on my swollen erect cock with her pointed green pumps. Grinding her heel into the bulbous head of my cock until I cried out, she smiled at me. Knockout thanked Huntress with a kiss. She also stuck her fingers up Huntress's tiny thong and into her soaking cunt. Turning, Knockout thrust her cunt soaked fingers into my mouth. I sucked her fingers clean. Knockout said, "See you again later tonight," and left. Knockout was not even through the door when Polaris appeared. As Knockout walked out, Polaris walked in. Again, Huntress French kissed the new arrival. Once the kiss was complete, Polaris strode over to where I was hanging on my knees. Polaris's outfit was imaginative if nothing else. She was totally green. Her hair was dyed a florescent green. She wore a green corset with matching green high-cut panties. Under the panties, she wore green suspender type nylons, open at the crotch and the ass. Green 4 inch spikes and a green cape completed the costume. In her hand was a green fiberglass rod, about three feet long. Polaris pulled up the bar stool, took of her shoes and offered me her feet. I extended my tongue and began licking the soles of her feet. She moved her feet downward, thrusting her toes into my mouth. I instinctively began to suck on her toes. When I had cleaned one foot to her satisfaction, Polaris gave me the second. Once I had finished with her feet, Polaris had me wash her legs with my tongue. By the time I had licked both her green nylon sheathed legs, from her ankles to her crotch, my mouth was dry. As if in anticipation of my dilemma, Polaris pulled a bottle of green liquid from a pocket in her cape. Tilting my head back, she poured it down my throat. Instead of relief, the green fluid burned my bruised lips and throat. Gagging on the fluid as she continued to pour it down my throat, I recognized the taste as that of a cheap antiseptic mouthwash. Polaris slid her chair in closer and began to unhook the front of her corset. When she was exposed from her belly button to the cleft of her tits, she positioned herself in front of my mouth. With my tongue still burning from the astringent, I began to lick her from her abdomen up to her cleavage. When I reached her tits, she pulled the corset to the sides and let me feast upon her tits. The soft white flesh of her tits was perhaps the most pleasant taste that I had to that point in the evening. I licked around her areoles and suckled on her nipples. As I suck, I was rewarded with a small quantity of milk. Like a hungry, greedy baby, I suctioned my lips around her nipples and sucked harder. After I had drank from both her large round breast, she pushed me away. Polaris reached into another pocket on her cape and removed a green latex dildo. The green faux cock was about 6 inches long and perhaps 6 inches in diameter. Polaris took out a short harness and shoved the dildo through a whole in the center. Then she reached out and strapped the harness over my mouth and around my head. Tightening and securing the harness, Polaris removed her green nylon panties. Leaning back and raising her hips, she slowly impaled herself onto the green cock. When her green tinted public hair was nestled against my face, she began to slowly, rhythmically fuck herself. As she rode the green cock protruding from my mouth, she began to beat my back with her green fiberglass rod in rhythm to her fucking. My poor red bruised beaten back suffered terribly under the biting sting of the thin fiberglass rod. New welts were laid upon the prior welts, until it felt as if the flesh was being stripped from my body. I attempted to fuck her back with my mouth, pulling back on each outward stroke and driving my head forward on each penetration. In and out, pumping and thrusting my head like some animated bobble head, I face fucked her. When I was sure that I could bear no more beating and my neck muscles were burning with exertion, Polaris came. She arched her back and grabbed her tits, pinching and twisting the nipples. Her orgasm lasted a long time, all the while during which she continue to slam her cunt onto my mouth cock. As last her orgasm subsided, Polaris pulled herself of the green latex dildo. She rose and stood over me, legs spread wide, pussy juice and quim coating her cunt, her large white tits hanging over my head. "My such a nice big cock you have," Polaris said. "Too bad the only fuck you get is with your face." She reached up and gathered a handful of her cunt juices and took my cock in her hand. She began to rapidly pump and squeeze my aching cock. I began to feel my own orgasm building. However, even as it built, I could feel the cold steel rings holding the sperm deep within my balls. I got hotter and hotter, thrusting my hip forward, physically begging her to continue to stroke my cock, moaning and writhing. My cock, so cold from the restriction of blood caused by the hard steel rings, was numb. I could feel her masturbation of my cock...and it felt so damn good...but my orgasm would not come. As she continued to pump my cock, I threw my head back...the big green dildo cock still sticking out of my mouth. I thrashed my head side to side. I attempted to bring my legs together, but they were firmly separated by the ankle spreader. OH GOD...I need to cum...but try as I might...I couldn't. The pain...the pleasure...they were blurred in an unreal sensation of desire and frustration. I couldn't endure any more...again I cried, tearing rolling down my face like some sissy faggot bitch. "Oh, I guess you really don't want to cum after all...too bad," and so saying Polaris released my cock. OH GOD...I attempted to thrust my aching cock back into her hot hand...PLEASE my mind screamed....DON"T STOP...but it was to no avail. Polaris unstrapped the green latex dildo from my mouth. I cried out, "PLEASE...DON"T STOP...MAKE ME CUM...OH GOD....PPPPLLEASE!" As a reward for my outburst, Polaris gave me the back of her hand across the face. Then she kicked me in the balls. I doubled over in pain and humiliation, crying and moaning. "Don't you ever dare tell a Kappa what to do! You got that you piece of cunt sucking male shit!" she berated me. Polaris put her shoes back on. She turned to Huntress and said, "Good luck. I don't think this pussy is going to make it." She kissed Huntress again and left. I was totally destroyed. My body was a sheet of welts, bruised and torn skin. My cock had been in a state of erection for hours, yet tightly restricted by the 20 steel rings encasing the lower half of my cock's shaft. The restriction of blood had caused my cock to go numb, yet it remained grossly swollen and enlarged. While numb and cold from lack of blood flow, my cock had taken on a deep purple color. Blood veins, engorged with blood and restricted by the steel rings, coursed the full length of my cock in a twisted mass of bulging ropes. My balls were equally cold and purple. Bruises on my testicles showed where they had been kicked, whipped and beaten. My balls were pulled down by the six steel rings, stretched bizarrely away from my body. I hung limp. My arms were stretch back and up. My shoulders burned from the hanging, burned from the whippings. My neck was stiff and sore, forced down by the chain attached to my nipple clips. My tits were covered with welts and my nipples had been reduced to torn, bloody, tattered bits of flesh. Only my ass remained relatively unharmed, and that was filled with the weight of the solid steel dildo that was lodged deep in my colon. Yet, now I was lost in a dim daze. Pain and pleasure had combined into an indistinguishable blur. I hurt all over, inside and out...but I would have given, would have done anything to cum... There was another knock on the door. Huntress went to open it and in step Supergirl. My god! It was my sweet Cindy, come to save me. I mumbled, "Cindy, oh god, Cindy...help me, please..." The petite blonde stepped into the room. The tight blue stretch top was molded to her pert firm high tits. The big "S" stretched across her tits, her hard nipples pressing out against the material. The short red skirt barely reached to the middle of her hard muscled thighs. The high shiny red boots came up to her knees. As she walked toward me, the red cape swirled around her waist. "What the fuck is this prick talking about?" Supergirl said. I blinked the tears from my eyes. The small oval face came into focus. Her deep blue eyes looked into mine. She flicked the long blonde hair back out of her face. It was not Cindy. "Poor fuck is around the bend I think," Huntress said. "Too much prick and not enough brains," she chuckled. "Of course, it hasn't helped that he's had the shit kicked out of him." "Well, as long as he's still got that big fucking hard-on, he's meat to me," Supergirl laughed. "I just love breaking balls," she said. With that she gave me my third kick in my balls of the night. A ragged, guttural scream broke from my raw throat. My hard swollen cock bobbed up and down, as if mocking me. Supergirl was lean and muscular. Her stomach was washboard flat. Her tits, so round and firm, were perfect 36-C cups. Of course, she had no brassiere on and her breast shown high and proudly from her costumed chest. "Poor thing," Supergirl said to me, stepping forward and taking my head in her hands. Looking down at me, she cradled my head against her bare stomach. Tears streaming down my face, I kissed and kissed her abdomen. "Please...please," I mumbled. "Please what?" Supergirl said. I knew what I had to say. "Please use me," I sniffled. "Sure bitch, anything you want," Supergirl said smugly. She walked behind me. Standing at my side, she reached behind my head and pushed down. I bent over as far as my restrains would allow me. I heard a sharp metallic snapping sound, as the coiled length of chain that she carried fall to her side. The woman of steel was armed with her own symbolic steel chain. I clenched my stomach, bit my lip and prepared myself. The chain rattled and snapped as it spun through the air. When it connected with my ass, I could do nothing but endure. Once, twice...ten times, the chain ripped across my raw white flesh. On the tenth time, Supergirl connected with the base of the large steel anal plug that resided in my sphincter. The ringing sound of steel on steel rang through the room. She stopped and looked at Huntress. There was a moment of silence, and then both girls broke out laughing. Supergirl repositioned herself and began to swing the chain at the steel anal plug. She connected with her target the majority of the times. The times she missed, the chain tore into the exposed flesh of my ass. The times she connected with the large round base of the steel pipe up my ass, it sent reverberating shockwaves up into my guts. Try though she might, even Supergirl could not drive the large steel butt plug any further into my ass. But she didn't fail for trying. As strong as the superheroine was, her mighty arm finally gave out. Supergirl walked back to face me. She was bathed in sweat, her tight blue stretch top sticking to her wet body. She sat on the bar stool, breathing heavily. She spread her legs and raised her skirt. She was naked underneath. Her pussy was not shaven. She forced her cunt onto my mouth. Her thick blonde bush tickled my face as I ate her. I have always enjoyed eating shaved pussy more than natural bushes. No matter how careful, whenever I have wound up eating an unshaved cunt, I always end up chocking on stray pubic hairs. Trimmed though her blonde bush was, Supergirl was no exception. With my mouth dry and my tongue tired, each stray pubic hair caused me to gag. Supergirl's only response was too grind her cunt harder into my mouth. I suck and ate her cunt as hard as I could. I only wanted her to cum. I only wanted release. For once in my life, I only wanted my cunt eating to end. Thankfully, at least her cunt was wet with pussy juices. I drank her pussy juices to slake my great thirst. As I licked her cunt, I used my tongue to tease her clit from under its hood. Her pussy lips peeked out slightly from her vulva. Supergirl became wetter and I drank the fragrant emissions of her cunt with relish. As Supergirl came, her pussy juices were joined by her quim. The semi-thick white liquid flowed down my throat and dripped down my chin. I drank and swallowed all the cum that she gave me. Supergirl did not pull away, as the previous four girls had, but rather she continued to ride my tongue. I used my tongue to clean her cunt, licking between the lips, down her slit, down to her ass. I was rewarded with another growing climax. As her breathing became more labored, Supergirl wrapped her hands in my hair. Now she was moaning softly and thrusting her hip up into my mouth. Her thrusts became hard and faster. A moment later, she froze..arched her back...and came again. Her second orgasm was as intense as the first, although it lasted longer. Again she filled me with her sweet sticky white quim. I lapped like a dog, licking and swallowing every drop. "Good boy," Supergirl said with a smile. "You sure can eat pussy." I smiled up at her. She tousled my hair and got off the chair. She knelt down in front of me. She took the naked end of my cock and stroked her wet sopping cunt. Her copious cunt juices flowed down the big mushroom cock head, down the swollen purple shaft, down onto the tight steel rings, finally soaking my own shaven pubic area. Supergirl took the mushroom head of my cock just inside her hot cunt. I could feel the radiant heat as if it was burning my raw penis. Up and down she stroked her cunt. Up against her clit, she rubbed the big mushroom penis head. So sensitive...so numb...I moaned...I groaned...oh god! Supergirl slid my cock into her hot tight cunt. The top six inches of my cock that was naked, swollen and erect, slide smoothly into her pussy. She stopped when her cunt contacted the steel rings. Holding my cold cock inside her burning hot cunt, Supergirl took my face in her hands. Looking deeply into my eyes, she kissed me. Her tongue probed my mouth, swirling around my tongue. Then she sucked my tongue into her mouth, sucking until it felt like she would tear it from my throat. Hot cunt juices flowed down my cock, coating its cold flesh with its steaming hot viscous fluid. Supergirl held my cock tight with her cunt, kaggling her pussy muscles, squeezing my cock. Then she pulled herself off my cock. The cold air back on my cock made me want to scream...but I struggled to stay quite. My beautiful Supergirl, my love, my hot fucking cunt.... Supergirl lower her skirt, brushing it straight and flat. With a hint of sadness in her voice, she said, "Too bad, it such a waste of fine fucking flesh." She sighed, then as if almost a final resolve, she kicked me in the balls once more. I slumped to the ground, hanging from my arms. Supergirl and Huntress kissed. Then Supergirl left. After Supergirl left, Huntress looked at the wall clock. "Guess its about time," Huntress said. "Too bad we don't have time for about a dozen more sisters, but the final ceremony takes place at midnight." Huntress turned the shock collar on again. Using the low voltage setting, she commanded me to stand. Fighting the pain, I struggled to my feet. I swayed unsteadily. Huntress unlocked the ankle spreader. I moved my feet together and stood more solidly. Next she unfastened my arm chains. My arms fell weakly to my sides. Reaching out to take the steel M that was attached to my nipple clips, she lead me out of the room. We went down the hall and back into the large meeting room. The room was still dimly lit. Elastic Man and Iron Man were already in the room. Both men looked extremely beaten. As bad as I felt, I hoped that I didn't look as bad as they did. Virtually every rubber band had been snapped from Elastic Man's genitalia. The remnant rubber bands hung in shreds from his cock and balls. His body was covered with swollen welts and bleeding scars. His face was bruised and his eyes were blackened. Darkstar stood behind him with her pencil taser. Iron Man's legs were gashed and bleeding. Now three heavy irons hung from his terribly stretched scrotum. The three appliances swung precariously between his legs. In order to avoid having the irons hitting his raw legs, Iron Man stood leaning slightly forward, legs spread wide. Invisible Girl stood off to one side of him, her transparent costume showing spots of sweat, cum and ...what...blood? In the dim light it was not easy to discern. As we waited the room filled with the rest of the Kappa sisters and the other kinks. I recognized Knockout, Polaris, and Rogue standing in a group, snickering and pointing toward me. As more people arrived I saw Supergirl and Miss America. The room was soon a circus of colored costumed women. Costumes of every description and design clad wild ruckus drunken, stoned, horny women. The room stank of sweat, blood, cum and perfume. Now all seven of our corresponding superheriones and us kinks were standing in a semi-circle in the center of the basement room. Covertly, we glanced around at each other. All of us kinks showed signs of whipping, beating, electrocution, and abuse. We stood quietly, submissively. The Kappa sisterhood had clearly shown, and impressed upon each of us, the dominance of women. Cindy's Slut Ch. 08 Each superherione bound the arms of her kink. Then the seven girls went around the circle, stopping before each kink. I glanced at the Thing, standing next to me. His big round face was a mess of streaked orange. It was obvious that he had cried his eyes out. His long thick orange cock was still standing straight and hard. It twitched and pulsed. Drops of cum were dripping from the slit of his cock. When Huntress moved over to him, he visible flinched as she reached around his back for his shock controller. He began to blubber and shake. Huntress smiled as she turned the shock controller on. Screaming, the Thing fell to the floor. I didn't get much time to consider the Things fate, as Storm (my love lust Friane!) now held the controller to my shock collar. Like lighting, the electricity shot through my neck, nipples, cock and balls. I double over and dropped to my knees. I clenched my teeth and tried not to scream. Instead a strange strangled high-pitched whine escaped me. The pain stopped. We were commanded to stand by the voice of Cat Woman. Around the circle the girls moved again. At each stop, each superherione would inflict some form of torture on the kink in front of her. From Barb Wire, I had my testicles torn by her barbwire covered wooden paddle. Poison Ivy raked my testicles and cock with her thorns. Invisible Girl and Black Canary used my shock collar. During the whole circular ordeal, Darkstar stood off to one side toying her taser. When all the other superherione had completed the circuit and were back beside their assigned kink, she slowly walked forward. With a look of evil enjoyment, Darkstar casually walked around the circle. One by one, as she stood in front of each kink, she held her pencil thin taser forth. One by one, she would jam the taser into their genitals and activate her toy. By the time it came my turn, I was shaking in total terror. As she raised the small cylinder toward my cock, Darkstar looked into my eyes and smiled. The only solace was that is was over in an instant. The 20,000 volts shot through my cock and balls and I collapsed into unconsciousness. When I awoke, I was in the back seat of a car. In a fog, I tried to focus my eyes. The driver turned around and looked at me. I heard Marsha's voice laughing back at me, as she asked, "Did you have a good time?" With that, all the girls started to laugh. "We sure did!" she chortled. Friane, sitting in the front passenger seat, looked back at me. Still clad in her clinging black costume, she said laughingly, "I'm sure it's a night that you will never forget. You got enough voltage to light up the next girl you fuck as bright as a spotlight." She slyly looked at Cindy, sitting next to me. Cindy was holding my bruised and beaten body next to hers. Her firm breasts pressed against the welts on my arm and shoulder. With one hand she gently reached down and lifted the heavy steel M that hung from my torn nipples. The alligator clips bit cruelly into the ripped flesh of my nipples. I moaned softly. Using her other hand, she reached down and stroked my ring-encased cock. It quickly sprang back to an erection. "I guess there wasn't too much damage, at least this still seems to work," she said sweetly. Smiling down at my damaged body, Cindy leaned her head down against mine. "Hush now, we'll take all these restraints off you once we get home...shhh." I leaned against her and drifted off to sleep. Once at the house, the three girls striped off the torture devices that hung from my body. The steel rings stretching my balls were removed and my testicles shrank back into my scrotum. Using ice to make my cock flaccid, the girls slowly removed the 20 steel rings wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Lastly, they removed the alligator clips from my nipples. Cindy took me to bed and spread cooling aloe vera on my raw flesh. Then she filled her hands and began to coat my cock. Immediately, my cock swelled to life...hard and engorged with blood. "Oh, you poor thing," Cindy cooed. She climbed on top of me and straddled my legs. Lifting her red Supergirl skirt, she exposed her naked wet pussy. Without another word, she impaled herself on my cock. As she rode me, she striped of her tight blue top. Her big 34-D tits filled my vision. In rhythm with her thrusts, her firm round tits bounced up and down on her tiny torso. Cindy was very wet. Soon I was coated with her pussy juices. My cock, which had been restrained for so very long, continued to refute an ejaculate. The pain...the pleasure. I arched my back and begged her to fuck me harder. Like some sex starved Valkyrie, Cindy placed her hands on my bloody thighs and rode me like a pony. She pulled all the way up off my cock and then slammed her tiny body back down on my shaft. My cock collided with her vagina, hitting the deepest depth of her twat. "Oh god, please...fuck me...fuck me..." I cried. Cindy started to thrust her hips back and forth, in combination with her up and down fucks. My bruised and swollen testicles slapped up against her ass. As she rode me, she shook her hair about, cascading it over my sore, raw nipples. Feeling my climax start to build, she lean forward and placed her hands on either side of my head. Her long blonde hair fell down over my face. Cindy raised her body up and pushed her ass backward. She forced her clit to ride on the top of my shaft as it penetrated her cunt. She used her cunt to clamp down on my cock, kaggling the thick mass of meat. We came together. I ejaculated hot jets of thick molten cum up deep into her cunt. She released streams of hot quim, out her pussy, down the length of my swollen cock, coating my stomach and groin. I came harder than I could ever remember. My ejaculation was something that racked my entire body. It felt like it would go on forever....I wanted it to go on forever. Finally, I was cumming no more, and Cindy slowly collapsed on top of me. Her gentle weight felt good against my beaten body. Her soft fragrant hair lay across my face. Her perfume filled my senses. I wrapped my arms around her small body, holding her soft smooth skin against mine. How I loved her...We slept all through the night that way, cheek-to-cheek, chest-to-chest, my cock buried deep inside her... Cindy's Slut Ch. 09 CHAPTER 9 SORORITY MAID I was awaken on Sunday morning, the day after Halloween day, by Marsha. The sun was barely coming in through the bedroom window, so I guessed it was 8:00 am. Cindy was still lying on top of me; my flaccid cock nestled tightly in her cunt. Marsha gently rolled Cindy off of me and then prodded me in the ribs. Her finger hit one of the many bruises on my torso, and so she got my immediate attention. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty", Marsh said quietly so as not to awaken Cindy. "Time for you to get to work." Marsha pulled me from the warm bed and guided me to the shower. Pushing me into the stall, she turned the water on. She made sure it was adjusted to the coldest setting. As the cold water stung my bruised and beaten body, it helped numb the residual pain. After a few minutes of the bone chilling water, I was shivering and shaking. Just when I thought that I could stand the cold no longer, Marsha reached in and adjusted the temperature to a soothing warm deluge. When she had adjusted the water to her liking, she stepped into the shower with me. Letting the water cascade down her head, Marsha arched her back and offered me her large round tits. I needed no additional directive, and immediately placed my mouth around the big brown aureoles. As I softly suckled upon her nipples, Marsha let forth a throaty moan. After a few minutes of administration to her breast, Marsha reached out and grabbed me by the hair. Using her grip on my head, she forced me to my knees. Once kneeling, she guided my mouth up between her legs. Marsha lifted one leg up and rested it on the edge of the tub; thereby providing me unrestricted access to her cunt. In spite of my innate dislike of this girl, I knew better than to resist. Instead, I choose to make the ordeal as painless and as quick as possible. Snaking my tongue up into her cunt, I used my tongue like a small cock and fucked her. As I thrust my tongue deeply into her pussy, I arched the tip up against the top of her vagina. My oral efforts were soon rewarded, as I felt her body begin to shake. Sensing the burgeoning climax, I moved my tongue to her clit. Using the tip of my tongue like a paddle, I thrashed her tiny nub. When Marsha came, she yielded the vast copious quantity of quim that I had learned to expect. As the tepid tart cum filled my mouth, I drank it down. Marsha held my mouth tightly to her cunt as she pumped her excrement into me. With her orgasm completed, Marsha paused to let the warm shower water wash over her. She moved her head slowly back and forth as the water cascaded off her shoulders and down her breasts. Still she held my mouth tightly to her cunt. Then it came...what I had expected, but that which I most dread. The sour taste of her piss filled my mouth as she released her bladder. I attempted to let the tainted fluid pass through my mouth and down my chest, something that I had done with success in the past. However, this time Marsha seemed to sense what I was doing. Using both hands, Marsha pulled my head tightly into her crotch. "Bitch! Drink it! Fucking drink it!" she snarled. Fighting for breath, my nose pressed tightly against her stomach, I was forced to swallow. I gagged and fought to pull my head away. Even as I struggled, Marsha reached down and grabbed one of my torn, raw nipples. Digging her long nails into my ragged nipple, she forced me to obey her commands. Thankfully, the amount of piss in her bladder was minimal. I held my breath and swallowed the mouthful of golden liquid in one large gulp. "Ah...good boy, that's just how I like it," Marsha said smiling. Giving me a pat on the check, she said "Now stay in here another five minutes and wash that stink off you." Marsha stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself. As I knelt there, I quietly attempted to spit the taste of her out of my mouth. As I was spitting her putrid piss from my mouth, Marsha opened the shower current and reached in. For a moment, I thought that she might have seen me spitting and that she was about to punish me. Instead, she just stared at me...as if thinking. Then she smiled and turned the water temperature back to the coldest setting. "Be in my bedroom in five minutes," she said. Again the initial feeling of the cold water on my battered body felt good, at least for the first minute or two. But by the time that five minutes had expired, I was again shaking and shivering. Turning off the water, I stumbled out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and quickly wiped the majority of the water from my body. Then, water still dripping from my hair, I ran to Marsha's bedroom. Marsha was lounging on her bed, her naked body spread across the tousled sheets. As I trotted into the room, I came to a lunging halt at the sight of her. Marsha was relined on her back, her knees bent and drawn up toward her waist. Her right hand was buried in her cunt and her left hand was playing with her breast. Her damp hair draped across the pillows. "Just on time. Too bad, I was looking forward to beating that cute ass of yours again," she said. "It's getting late. You had better get dressed." With that, Marsha nodded toward the clothes spread out near the foot of the bed. My heart sank. The clothes were clearly female. It looked like I was to spend another weekend playing maid to the girls. I had hoped that this being my birthday weekend, and after the torture I had endured at the sorority house that I might get a break. Now, it seemed that I would have no such luck. As I reached down to pick up the clothes, I noted that they were a bit different from the regular maid outfits that I was usually forced to wear. Whereas the usual outfits consisted of bras, panties, nylons and some type of dress that fitted me, these clothes were significantly different. To begin with, the primary piece of clothing was a one-piece body corselet. The corset was heavy lycra with lace highlights. The bra portion was massive, easily designed for a DD cup. The lower half was skirt-like, with attached garters. The garment looked very used. Besides the body corselet, there were a pair of panties and a pair of nylons. These items I recognized as mine, having been purchased with the girls at a used clothing store. Lastly, lying to one side, as if an after thought was the heavy steel dildo that had been forced up my ass from the night before. "Quit wasting time and get dressed, darling," Marsha said. I looked at her, trying to hide the hatred that I felt. Smiling at me, as she fingered her clit, she said, "Better hurry, we still need time for your make-up." I reached for the big steel dildo, taking the cold heavy phallus in my palm. I glanced around for some lubricant, knowing that I could not insert the massive metal appendage without it. Even as I looked around the room, I could not help but see Marsha's smile grow larger. "Need some help? Marsha asked me. Dumbly, I stood there...then I nodded "yes". Still lying there with her hand up her cunt, Marsha asked again, "Well, do you want my help or not?" Damn her. Having no choice, I finally asked, "Would you please help me." "Help you what dear?" Marsha coyly replied. Biting down on my tongue and resisting the desire to strangle her, I quietly asked, "Would you please help me put this cock up my ass." "Gladly." Marsha said smiling. She got up off the bed. She reached out with her hand, her fingers coated with pussy juices. I handed her the heavy steel dildo. "Bend over Slut." Marsha commanded. As I bent over, Marsha coated the cold steel pipe with her cunt's excretions. Over and over, Marsha dipped her fingers into her sopping cunt, and repeatedly applied her fluids onto the steel shaft. Finally, judging the metal sufficiently wet, Marsha placed the cold bulbous head at the opening to my ass. "Hold still little slut, this is going to hurt!" Then without further warning, Marsha rammed the massive intruder into my poor puckered sphincter. "Ahhhh..." I grunted as the hard cold phallus torn into my ass. Still sore from having the metal monster in my ass all the night before, my ass felt like it was being torn open. Marsha laughed and swatted my ass check. "Don't be such a pussy!" she said. Then she began to push and pull the heavy steel dildo in and out of my asshole. As she withdrew and plunged the metal cock past my sphincter, she twisted the large rigid shaft. After about a dozen penetrations, Marsha gave the massive metal phallus one last hard thrust. Nesting the steel cock all the way in my ass, up to it's flat round steel base, Marsha said, "There now, that wasn't so bad." Without waiting or really expecting a response from me, Marsha said, "Move it bitch, you don't want to be late for your date." As I straightened back up, clenching my ass muscles around the phallus to keep it from slipping out of my ass, her words caught my attention. My date? What date was she talking about? With Marsha's "encouragement", I finished dressing. I attached the cock and ball harness and pulled it back up between my legs. Locking the chain around my waist, I adjusted the harness against the base of the steel dildo. I pulled the tight white panties up around my waist. Next, I pulled on the one-piece body corselet. Lastly, I attached the nylons. Judging that I was dressed, I stood in front of Marsha for her approval. "Not bad, but those tits certainly don't fit that bra, now do they?" Marsha asked me. I glanced down at the enormous empty bra cups. Mutely, I looked from the bra back to Marsha. She gave me her most wick smile in reply. "I guess this might fix that," Marsha said. Pulling the straps off my shoulder, she produced a pair of black steel paper clips. Leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around my raw nipple and sucked. Responding to her suckling, my nipple grew hard. When it was sufficiently rigid, Marsha took one of the steel clips and snapped it onto my nipple. Even though Marsha had included part of the aureole in the clip, the steel paper clip cut deeply into my tender flesh. I stifled the scream that rose in my throat. I knew that I could not give Marsha the satisfaction of knowing how badly she had hurt me. Marsha stood there smiling. I wasn't kidding her. She knew the small triangular steel paper clip was virtually cutting my nipple off. Still smiling, she removed the thin metal wire that was used to open the spring paper clip. "There now sweetie, you wouldn't be getting that off without tearing your tiny little titty off!" Marsha then sucked my other nipple to erection and applied the second black spring paper clip to it. "Now one last touch and you'll have your very own set of super tits!" Marsha reached beneath the blanket and took out a balloon. My jaw dropped as I looked at the latex orb. It was flesh colored and as big as a child's basketball. Marsha giggled as she watched my reaction, hefting the jiggling mass in her hand. "You like?" Marsha asked. "It's filled with pudding. Through your bra, it will fell just like a real tit!" she said. Marsha pulled the body shaper away from my body and plopped the quivering mass into its massive DD-cup. Adjusting the knotted end outward, she said, "There, your very own titty nipple." Marsha did the same on the other side. Then she guided me over to the full-length mirror. Staring back at me from the mirror was the reflection of a behemoth set of tits. The cold pudding was chilling against my skin. The weight of my new tits was unbelievable. Each pudding tit must have weighted five pounds. The bra straps cut deeply into my shoulders. "Stand up straight," Marsha told me. As I attempted to stand straight, I pulled my shoulders back, causing the big tits to jiggle and bounce. "God, what a great set of hooters!" Marsha exclaimed. Marsha then had me sit on the bed. She put my makeup on. She applied heavy dark eyeliner, long eyelashes, blush, and bright red lipstick. She put on long fake fingernails, then painted them bright red. Lastly, she took my hair and put it in a ponytail. Marsha had me stand in front of the full-length mirror again. My reflection was that of a human Barbie doll. In my 5-inch pumps, I was a giant of a woman. The short skirt of the body corset made my legs appear long and curvaceous. My tits were grotesquely large, bouncing and bobbing with every movement. My makeup gave me the face of a cheap whore. Marsha was obviously pleased with the results. "My, what a pretty slut you make." Marsha reached out and pushed my tits up and down, causing the bra straps to tear further into my tender shoulders. Just as she was playing with my gargantuan breasts, the doorbell rang. "There now, all ready and just in time," Marsha said. "Go answer the door Slut." Tottering in my high heals, fighting the sway of my massive tits, clenching the heavy cold steel cock up my ass, and racked by the pain of the tight steel clips on my torn nipples, I walked to the door. As I opened it, there stood Friane. If I wasn't red enough from the blush, I certainly was from the hilarious laughter that burst froth from beautiful Friane. I could have died from humiliation and embarrassment. Not that Friane hadn't seen me in drag before, she had. As one of the girls she had used me as a maid, cleaning the house after our parties and for their fun and entertainment. But, in all those cases, I had been dressed only as one might picture a maid, wearing a dress. Now, here I stood before her, wearing only a corselet, made up like a whore, with a set of huge 40-DD tits. By the time Friane stopped laughing, I could only hang my head and look down at my grossly large black pumps. "Thanks Marsha, she'll work out great," Friane said. "Come on, we're running late." Friane took me by the hand and lead me out of the house. I balked. I had not expected to have to go out in public dressed like this. I glance wildly around. Where was Cindy? Where was Friane taking me? "Damn it, don't just stand there. Get going," Friane demanded. She jerked my arm and pulled me out toward her car. Once I was moving, I moved quickly. Oh, god just let me get to the car. I felt as if the entire world was watching me. As it turned out, it was only the neighbor lady. "Hello there. My, isn't he darling." Mrs. Andrews said. I was standing at the car door. I looked up directly into her eyes. Mrs. Annie Andrews was standing by her fence, not four feet away, smiling sweetly at me. "Yes, cute isn't he," Friane replied. "And thank you so much for the use of your corselet." "Anything for you girls," Mrs. Andrews said. With a big smile on her face, Annie continued, "He fills that out better than I do." As she said this, she looked down covertly at her own massive set of 36-DD tits. "I hope your Halloween party goes well. By the way, what's the theme?" Annie said. "Ah, its...a drag party, you know, where all the boys get to play out their fantasies of dressing like a girl," Friane said. "And, he'll return your corselet as soon as the parties over, wouldn't you Slut?" I could have died. The two women just stood there waiting for me to say something. I finally managed to stutter, "Oh, yes...ah, Annie...I'll return you lingerie as soon as I can...thank you." Annie took a step closer. She gave me a strange look, as if she knew exactly what was going on. "No hurry. Take your time. Just stop by when you're done," she said. Then she gave me a knowing wink...slightly opening her mouth and licking her lips. A chill went up my spine. Dear Jesus, where was this going? Not that Mrs. Andrews wasn't an attractive woman for someone of her age (I guessed about 34), but the look she gave me was like a kid eyeing a candy bar on Halloween. "Well we have to go! Thanks again, Annie. I'll have him back to you later today! Thanks!" Friane said. Turning to me she said, "Get in the car you filthy slut!" Friane turned to Mrs. Andrews and waved. I was sure Mrs. Andrews had clearly heard Friane's order to me. As the car moved along the roadway, I recognized that we were headed toward the sorority house again. Given last night's party and the bizarre events, particularly given my current drag dress, I was dreading our destination. As Friane pulled up to the sorority house everything looked quiet. I wasn't surprised, given that last night's party had ended just a few hours ago. Without any delay, Friane got out of the car and ordered me to follow her in through the basement entrance. Even in the light of day, the large meeting room in the basement looked ominous. As we entered the room, it was strewn with the litter of the previous night. What was more ominous were the other people in the room. As I looked around I saw six other guys, all dressed in drag outfits similar to my own. Like the party of the previous night, the room was a myriad of color. Red, blue, pink, black, green, and orange outfits were spread across the room. A glance at each color spectrum revealed a guy in some feminized fashion; corsets, bustiers, or teddies. Although the colors and types of feminization varied, the one constant was that we all had enormously huge breast and were made up lick cheap whores. At first I didn't make any connection to the night before, but then I saw the round baby face of the Thing, only now he was dressed in a pick bustier with matching panties, nylons and pumps. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. The thought occurred to me that we were all in for some variation of the despotic treatment we had endured the night. I suddenly felt every bruise, cut, welt and torn bit of flesh acutely. As if in concert with last night, a tall black haired girl was standing ready to meet us. I recognized her as the same girl that had been Cat Woman the night before. Now she stood before us in a terry cloth robe. "Welcome back to the Kappa house. I hope you all enjoyed yourselves last night as much as we did." She looked around at the mass of drag queen, an evil smile upon her face. "My name is Susan and as the pledge class Hegamon I will be giving you today's assignments." Susan proceeded to read off a list of work assignments. Five of the guys were sent to various areas of the house to vacuum, sweep and clean the mess from last night's party. Soon, only the Thing and I had not been assigned. "Lastly, as you two tied for best score last night, you two get the special assignment," Susan said. Smiling sweetly, she said, "Each of you will get one of the two dorm house bathrooms." Friane lead me down the same hallway that I had walked the night before. I saw the Huntress's room at the hallway's end. About halfway down the hall she took me into the bathroom. I noticed right away that it was a girls' bathroom. Four-toilet stall, with doors, four showers, six sinks and lots of counter space. Not a urinal in sight. At one end of the counter a barber-type chair was setting. Next to it was a small wooden stool. A small table held two tubs of cool whip, an espresso machine, a bong, and two razors. Friane told me to be seated on the wooden stool. "It a good thing that you were one of the winners last night," Friane told me. "This is the best assignment by far." As I sat on the wooden stool, a girl came into the bathroom. "Hi, Frannie," she said. The two girls kissed softly on the lips. "Nice to see you back again," she said to me. As she peeled off her robe, I saw Marry's naked body for the first time. Of course, I had seen her working out many times and I had seen her in her Knockout costume of last night, but this was the first time that I saw her completely naked. The bright red hair on her head matched the curly red hair around her cunt. Her skin looked ghostly white against the bright red hair. Her tits were large upon her small frame, with large reddish-brown aureoles about the size of half-dollars. Marry blew me a kiss and stepped into one of the showers. As I heard the water turned on, Friane began to give me my detailed instructions. Cindy's Slut Ch. 09 "Now, you first job today will be as a barber," Friane said. I looked at the razors and then back at her. Before I could phrase my question, she continued. "As each girl completes her shower, your job will be to shave their cunts." Friane smiled as the frown spread on my face. "That's right. You will shave every girls cunt, and you had better not miss a hair, or...god forbid!...nick or cut anyone!" Friane gave me a piercing look as she admonished me. "If anyone gets so much as a nick, you'll think last night was a love fest compared to the punishment you will get!" Friane said. "As you have probably noticed, there is no shave cream, only whipped cream. So, you will use the whipped cream as the shave lubricant." Friane paused to make sure that I understood her instructions. Satisfied with my head nod, she continued, "After the shave, you will clean up any remaining whipped cream from their cunts with your tongue." I looked at the two razors and the two tubs of whipped cream. The two massive tits stuck out from my body like two blimps. With those two mammoth mammaries there was no way that I could handle a razor. Besides, the pain in my nipples from the spring paper clips was excruciating. I glanced at my shaking hands. "Hey, pay attention!" Friane chided me. "Now, after each shave, you will get one espresso to wash down any hair or whipped cream that you ingest. And, if you do a very good job, you will get a hit off the bong. Do you understand?" she asked. I looked at her with a pleading expression. Seeing no reciprocating look, I mutely nodded "yes". About that time, Marry stepped from the shower and began to dry herself off. Finishing with the towel, Marry slipped her robe back on. She came over to the reclining chair and climbed in. Pulling her knees up, Marry spread her legs, exposing her red haired cunt before me. I looked at the razors and the whipped cream. I wasn't at all sure that I was up to this. With shaking hand, I took a dollop of the cream and began to spread it over her cunt. I took care to cover the entire groin area, from her lower abdomen, all around the lips of her cunt, and down to the crack of her ass. I looked up into her eyes. Marry was smiling broadly. Even as I reached for the razor, the bathroom door burst open and two more sorority sisters walked in. One was my blonde Mystique of last night, Beth. The other was a tall brunette. I was pretty sure that the brunette was the same girl that had been dressed as Miss America from last night. "Hey Slut, I haven't got all day! Get you ugly ass busy or you'll get another treatment like last night. Got it bitch?" Marry growled. I picked up the razor. I eased myself up between her legs and gently began to run the razor up her inner thighs. I took care to trim all the perimeter pubic hair before moving in upon her cunt. I found that the whipped cream was not a very good shaving cream. I had to exert considerable pressure with the razor in order to get the hair to come off. Marry spread her legs as wide apart as she could, at least thereby allowing me full access to her cunt. Even so, as I attempted to shave her around her pussy, I found myself restricted. The main problem about wedging myself between her legs were my huge tits. Not only was their massive weight distracting me by cutting the bra straps deeply into my shoulders, but also their mass swayed and bobbed with my every movement. Each movement of my arm would send them jiggling and bouncing. Each movement of my body would send them swaying back and forth. In addition, simply because of their enormous size, I was having extreme difficultly seeing around the massive mammaries. As I struggled to razor around Marry's cunt, I had to constantly shift my upper torso back and forth to move my tits out of the way. Marry was obviously enjoying my predicament. "Nice set of tits you got there bitch." When I didn't reply, but rather continued to concentrate on shaving her twat, she reached out and slapped me along side the head. "I'm talking to you Slut." "Yes, mama." I answered. "Yes what bitch?" Marry queried. "Yes, mama, I have a nice set of tits," I replied. Marry raised her ass and offered it to my face. "Make sure you shave all the way up my ass crack as well Pretty," she said. I abandoned my efforts to shift my body to facilitate my tits. Instead I pressed my biceps together, as I were attempted to create better cleavage, and stained my neck forward. I used both hands now, one hand stretching the soft nether region skin and the other hand working the razor. It took a while and I had to work the razor in all directions to get the soft nonresistant pubic hair. I had to be extremely careful as I shaved ever so softly around the outer cunt and vulva. By the time I was done, my upper shoulders and back were killing me. The strain of the painstaking work and the painful tearing from my massive tits had my back screaming. "Hurry up, I'm getting cold," Marry bitched. "Lick my cunt clean." I leaned in, my huge tits pressed against her ass, the small black steel paper clips cutting into my bleeding nipples. I lapped up and down, using my tongue like a sponge. I licked the insides of her thighs up to her cunt. I licked up from the crack of her ass, all around the smooth pink pussy lips. I ended by forcing my tongue up into her clit, flicking a last bit of whipped cream from her pussy. As I licked and swallowed, I gagged on the occasional stray pubic hair. Even though I had struggled to remove all the shaved hair with the razor, it was inevitable that some of the cut hairs remained in the remnant whipped cream. By the time I had finished her shave and licking, Marry's cunt was oozing quim. A small stream of translucent milky white cum was pooling at the base of her pussy. With my head still nestled between her legs, I glanced up at her. Marry smiled and raised her ass off the chair. The message was obvious. As I forced my face down under her ass, I licked up all the spend cum. Once I had the chair cleaned, I used my tongue to lick the length of her cunt crack, cleaning up all the remaining quim. As I sat up, I saw that Friane was busy video taping my work. She lowered the camera and said, "I'll just add this footage to you ever growing videography" Friane then handed me a small espresso. I downed the hot black liquid like a shot. The scalding liquid burned my throat. But, it also washed the stray pubic hairs out of my throat. The caffeine also gave me a mental and physical jolt. Friane looked at Marry. "Good enough for a hit?" she asked. Marry looked at me, teasing me with a vixen grin. "Well,...ok." Then looking at me, she said, "You owe me and I will collect, Slut. Give him the hit." Friane raised the bong to my mouth and lit the bowl. I took a huge lung full of sweet weed. I held the smoke inside until it felt like my lungs would explode. Then, just as I started to exhale, Friane clamped her soft beautiful lips onto my and boggarted the smoke. Beth climbed into the chair as soon as Marry got out. I looked sheepishly at the pretty blonde. I wondered what she thought of me now, dressed like some matronly drag whore. I flashed back to the night that I fucked her and her two Siamese blonde clones. That night I was a fucking machine, a fucking stud...fucking those three nubile nymphs, even as Brad, Steve and Charlie fucked my lovely Cindy. That night I had been a man, a hard 10-inch fucking cock. Now, here I sat in front of her...my cock strapped up between my legs, a dildo up my ass, tits on my chest, make-up like a two-dollar whore...shaving her cunt. "Don't you look cute!" Beth said. "I wish my tits were that big." She wrapped her hand around each side of her pert 34-C breasts and pushed them together. The quarter size pink nipples stuck out hard and rigid. "Hey, cut the shit and hurry up! I don't have all day." Miss America said from behind Beth. I looked up at the brunette. She was fingering her cunt under her towel. "Amy never was too patient." Beth said, referring to the brunette. "Maybe you had better get busy, there's a lot go girls behind me." I had been so obsessed, concentrating on shaving Marry's cunt that I hadn't notice all the other girls entering the bathroom. Now, besides Beth and Amy, there were three other girls. Two were in the showers and the other was just taking off her towel. I paused to ogle the thin sandy haired baby that was disrobing. Long legs, tight ass, nice large round tits... "Hey bitch," Friane hissed at me, "no time for sightseeing." I glanced up at Friane, and then turned back to Beth. Beth had her shapely legs draw up and spread wide at the knees. Her cunt was already shaven smooth, with just a haze of new growth. I immediately began to lather a coat of whipped cream onto her cunt. The white lubricant began to melt as if hitting a hot stove. My nostrils were filled with the smell of melting cool whip and steaming pussy. My second cunt of the day, Beth's, went smoother and faster. The caffeine had forced me awake. After Marry's cunt, I had developed a technique to work around my massive tits. The marijuana was helping me to relax. Lastly, as Beth's cunt was already mostly shaven, it was an easier job. I finished Beth in short time. I languished more than required, allowing myself to lick and suck her fine sweet cunt. As I thrust my tongue up against her clit and licked her to an orgasm, I hoped that I might someday get to fuck her again. Friane gave me my espresso. This time I drank it with a small regret. I had no pubic hair to wash down and I relished the sweet taste of Beth's cum on my tongue. Friane could have cared less about my wishes, as she pressed the hot black liquid into my mouth. Beth was extremely happy with the shave. She made me promise that I would shave her again. I eagerly agreed. Beth made sure that I got a monster hit off the bong. This time she shared the hit, wrapping her soft sweet lips tightly against mine. Beth reached forward and massaged my faux tits as we shared the smoke. She pressed my tits up against my chest, working the pudding filled balloons as if they were flesh. She ended our pot kiss by using her tongue to lick the small hollow of my neck. Chills ran up and down my spine. My cock, even tightly bound as it was, began to fill with blood and grow erect. The pain from my cock was considerable, as my engorged flesh began to fight with the leather straps encasing it. Beth clearly understood the effect that she was having on me. She looked deeply into my eyes and watched as I fought the pain. Smiling, she leaned into me and kissed me again. "Maybe next time sweetie. I can't wait to get the log of yours back in my pussy," she said. Then caresses my cheek with her hand, she climbed out of the chair. "Clean that chair first before I get in it," Amy demanded. I looked at the chair. It was coated with a mixture of sweat, cum and whipped cream. Noting the tone of her voice and knowing that most of the cum was Beth's, I quickly began to lap the worn fabric clean. When I had finished licking the chair set, Friane took a damp towel and wiped the seat a second time. Seeming satisfied, Amy climbed into the chair. When seated, Amy drabbed her long legs up over my shoulders. She didn't bother to spread her legs, but reached out and grabbed me by the neck and forced me up between her legs. Luckily, Amy had her cunt also shaved, except for a small tuft of heart shaped hair at the apex of her clit. Amy, aka Miss America was a truly beautiful woman. Although my preference ran to blondes, this brunette was stunning. The long soft brunette hair framed her delicately face. Her hazel eyes were penetrating as she looked down at me between her thighs. I shaved her tuft of hair with, now, practiced strokes. As soon as the hair was removed, I used my tongue to clean the remaining whipped cream away. I lightly licked the length of her cunt, pausing to probe up into her clit. I distinctly remembered the flavor of her cunt from last night. Amy's juices were flowing freely as I licked her cunt. Her sweet pussy juices washed down my throat. As I finished cleaning her, Amy said, "Looks like you need to fix your make up." I glanced at a mirror. I looked like a well-fucked tramp. My lipstick was smeared, my hair was askew. My face was flushed, but with excitement, not blush. Friane gave me my third espresso. Amy gave me my third bong hit. By now I was fully revved up caffeine. If not for the offsetting buzz of the pot, I would have been bouncing off the walls. I was beginning to get the shakes in my hand again. Although now it was from the caffeine, not the stress or terror of having to shave a bunch of pussies. I shaved a dozen girls that morning, the entire western hall of the Kappa dorm (the same portion of the dorm that I had served the night before). Besides Marry, Beth and Amy (aka, Knockout, Mystique and Miss America), I also did Rogue, Polaris and Supergirl, (now revealed as Rene, April, and Sue respectively). I especially enjoyed doing Supergirl/Sue, as she so closely resembled my lovely Cindy. The one other girl that I recognized was the very last cunt that I shaved. That cunt belonged to none other than the other Huntress. As the athletically built girl climbed into the chair and spread her long lean legs, she introduced her self again. As the raven hair beauty reclined, she said, "Hi, I'm Karen. Do you remember me?" I nodded my head yes, too afraid to speak. This was the girl, the woman who had so severely tortured me the night before. I looked at the razor in my hand. For a moment a wild thought of revenge crossed my caffeine, drug hazed mind. As if reading my thoughts, Karen said, "If didn't enjoy last night you had better be extra careful doing your duties now. One small nick...one small slip...and you'll be a neutered drag queen for the rest of you short life." The threat was deadly effective. I quickly gave not another thought to anything but doing my very best shave job. I took painstaking effort to be soft, gently and thorough. As I licked Karen's cunt clean from the last visages of pubic hair and whipped cream, she complimented me. "Very nice job. I knew that you could follow orders after last night's fun-and-games." Looking at Friane, she said, "Give him an extra hit before he begins cleaning the toilets." Getting out of the chair, Karen gave me a French kiss. "Good boy. Come back again and maybe I'll let you stick that big thick cock up this smooth soft pussy." When Karen left the bathroom, it was just Friane and me. Friane turned off the camera and then told me that I had to clean the bathroom. She pointed to a tray beneath one of the toilets. It had a pair of latex gloves, a sponge, a toilet brush, and some liquid cleaner. "I'll be back in an hour. You had better had this place spotless...unless you want to go visit Karen's room again." Smiling at me, Friane headed out the door. For the next hour, I crawled around the bathroom cleaning. Fortunately, it was a girl's bathroom and so it was much cleaner to start with. No piss on the floor from some guy missing the toilet, no three-week's worth of soap scum in the showers, etc. I had just finishing the last stall when Friane came back. Walking around the bathroom, she gave it a brief inspection. "Nice work Slut. All that cleaning experience at the house seems to have paid off. Now, put that stuff back under the toilet. We need to get going." Without further ado, I returned the cleaning supplies and got up off the floor. Friane lead me out of the house and to her car. We climbed in. "It's getting late. Time to return your clothes to Annie my little Cinderella," Friane said with a big smile. Cindy's Slut Ch. 10 Chapter 10: Officer Cory The ride back from the sorority house was a mad dash. It was if Friane truly was tasked with getting her "Cinderella" back before the stroke of midnight, or in this case 5:00 P.M.. As the car weaved through the evening traffic I sat glued to my seat. I was sure that we would crash any moment. Friane seemed to delight in my obvious terror. With each swerve of the car, my grotesquely large, pudding filled DD tits bounced and jumped across my chest. The slamming, jostling motion of the massive orbs caused the bra straps to cut even more deeply into my shoulders. As the small compact car bounced over the pavement, the heavy steel dildo lodge way up my ass jammed against my prostrate and tore at my sphincter. The only good thing about Friane's chaotic driving was that the fast moving car left little time for the other drivers to gawk at the semi-nude cheap-looking whore setting in the passenger's seat. I pressed my back against the seat and attempted to squeeze my arms against my massive heaving breasts. I found that clamping my upper arms against my tits greatly reduced the erratic movements of the two jiggling orbs. "Almost there Slut!," Friane announced as she swerved around a corner and bounced against a curb. No sooner were the words out of her mouth than I saw the flashing lights in the rearview mirror. "Oh my, it looks like we didn't make it babe. Guess its all over now," Friane said with a bit of a grimace. Friane pulled the car over to the curb. She glanced in the side mirror, watching the police officer as he got out of his car. "It's up to you now! Good luck!" Friane shouted, as she popped open the door and made a dash for the adjacent alley. The startled police office gave a yell, "STOP!" Dropping his hand to his pistol, he started to follow Friane, and then came to a shuddering stop as he seemed to remember me in the car. With gun drawn, the office approached the vehicle. "Get out of the car with your hands up!" he demanded. I hesitated....oh, my god...what the fuck was I going to do! "I SAID GET OUT OF THE CAR...NOW!" he yelled again. Slowly, I opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car. The police officer hesitated for a moment. I wasn't sure if it was because of his uncertainty as this 6-foot tall woman dressed only in a body corset that existed the car, the fact that it only took a second look to determine that I was in fact no woman, the overall situation, or some combination of all those factors. I glanced at the officer. I watched as a grin slowly formed on his face. Then, regaining his demenor, his visage went suddenly grim. "Hands on the hood of the vehicle!" he yelled. I stepped up onto the curb and bent over slightly, placing my hands on the car. The metal hood was hot from the racing motor. I pulled my hands back from the heat. "Get your hand on the vehicle, NOW!" the police demanded again. I gingerly put my hands back on the hot metal. The cop walked around the car and stepped behind me. With his left hand, he pushed hard against my back, exactly where the bra portion of the corset crossed my torso. The push was hard enough to splay my torso forward, slamming my chest heavily onto the hood. The heat rolling of the metal caused me to pulled my head back. As my head came up, my back arched and my ass pushed up into his face. The cop gave my up thrusting ass an appraising look. The, used his right foot, he kicked my legs apart. "Spread em!" he said. As my legs spread, my right ankle gave way as the tall pump buckled under my foot. Now the whole of my torso lay on the hood of the car, my ass sticking obtusely high in the air. The cop stood behind me. I could hear him chuckling. I turned red. Oh my god! What was going to happen to me? I must have been quite the sight... dressed in drag, my ass high in the air, my massive tits splayed across the car hood. I struggled not to fall over, my ankles wiggling unsteadily on the tall pumps. My hugh DD tits pressed hard against the engine compartment. I could feel the heat starting to melt the pudding filled balloons that filled my bra. The one-piece body corset had pulled up on my thighs, exposing my French cut panties and the garters stretched tightly downward holding the nylon stockings on my legs. I stood that way for what seemed an eternity. The cop stood behind me, laughing! He certainly was enjoying himself! Then, his voice, stern and official again, ordered me, "Hand's behind you back." I pulled my hands off the car hood, my huge faux tits the only things holding me off the hot metal hood. First the right, then the left, the cop placed the handcuffs on my wraist. I heard him place the pistol back in his holster. "Keep em spread," he said...and then he began to frisk me. He started at my hips, running his hands up over my waist, my sides, and around to my tits. He squeezed my fake DD tits, pressing the hidden nipple clips deep into my flesh. Next, he frisk my lower body. He did each leg, starting at the ankle and working his way up to my thighs. Lastly, he frisked my ass and crotch. He worked his hand up under my corset, running his fingers up over my satin panties. He ended my running his hands back and forth in my groin. He took his time working his fingers over my harnessed cock, feeling my balls and the cock shaft stuffed up between my ass checks. The more he felt me up...the more my cock began to respond. "So what kind of lady do we have here?" he said as he worked his hands roughly against my restrained cock. Fear...what an aphrodisiac! While it certainly didn't hurt that I was already horny than a randy rooster from eating pussy all day long, the fear factor of having this uniformed cop manhandling my harnessed cock, spread eagle over the hood of a car in broad daylight was giving me a full blown erection! The cop worked his hand up the crack of my ass. He spread my ass checks and probed my sphincter. As his fingers pushed against the mushroom head of my cock, the heavy metal dildo in my ass shifted. His fingers felt the hard metal and when the resulting movement of the dildo brought a groan from me, he quickly took his hands away. Whether he was pissed of or just wanted to give me a harder time, he brought his right knee up hard into my ass. As his knee drove the metal rings of the cock harness into the head of my cock and the steel dildo further up my ass, I couldn't help but grunt in pain. Satisfied that the cock harness and the dildo up my ass were not some kind of hidden weapon or contraband, the cop grabbed the back of my neck and stood me up. He wrenched my around and began to frisk my massive fake tits. As he squeezed my pudding tits, he repeated his question, "I said what kind of lady are you?" My mind raced. I stammered, "Itsssss...its just a Halloween costume". He raised one eyebrow and stood there looking at me. For the first time I noticed that he was a young cop, maybe about mid-twenties...only several years older than me...and not bad looking. Wow...where the fuck did that come from, I thought. Here you stand in drag, in handcuffs and you thinking that the arresting cop is cute! Boy, have these last few months messed up your mind. After what seemed like an age, the cop finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He broke out in a totally uncontrollable fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard that tears were running down his face. When he eventually regained control, he said in a broken voice, "Lady, you've got one strange Halloween costume...and if, that other "lady" that ran away is a strange as you, I really can't blame her." Still chuckling, the cop drug me to his cruiser. Any hope that I had that he might just release me vanished as he pushed me into the back of the car. The cop climbed into the front seat. The he demanded to know who had been driving the car and where they went. Now ordinarily, I'm not a person to rat to a cop, but in this instance I felt no onus to protect Friane. It was her crazy driving that had gotten me into this, not to mention the whole femdom drag slut slave thing at her sorority. "No problem officer, please just let me go. I didn't do anything! I wasn't even driving." I plead. "First you cooperate, then we'll see," the cop said. I guided him down the alley to Cindy's house, where I was sure Friane had gone. I began to have second thoughts, fearing that I might somehow be getting Cindy into trouble. But I had no choice. As we pulled into the alley and parked behind Cindy's house, I though I saw the three girls peeking out the window. "Ok, let's go," the cop said as he drug me out of the car. Weak kneed, tottering on my stilettos, and handcuffed, I waddled to the door. At the door I hesitate, glancing back at the cop. He stared grimly at me, then pushed me aside and knocked on the door. The door opened to display Cindy and Marsha standing there in lingerie. Cindy wore a dark blue bustier, trimmed in white lace. Marsha wore a dark purple merry-widow corset. "Officer, what can we DO for you?" Cindy asked in mock innocence. The nature of her question, along with the fact that he was facing two semi-nude young nymphs was not lost on the cop. He smiled broadly, coughed, and then attempted to place replace his stern acutance. "Do you two know this "lady"? the cop asked. The girls hesitate for a moment. Oh god, I thought. They couldn't...they wouldn't. Finally, apparently satisfied that they had further scared the shit out of me, Cindy said, "Yes, he's my boyfriend." The cop feasted his eyes on Cindy. She stood there in her seductive pose, leaning slightly forward, breathing short and rapid, accentuating the rise and fall of her full 34-D breasts. The cool air made her nipples hard against the smooth silk. The cops eyes moved down her body, taking in her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, firm round tits, lean flat stomach, and finally to the wide tight spread crotch and long smooth legs. The cop's lips opened ever so slightly and he subconsciously sighed and licked his lips. Cindy knew immediately she had the situation in the bag. She had seduced enough men to know this prick was wrapped around her pretty little finger. She opened the door and invited the policeman in. Grapping me at the elbow, twisting my manacled arm, he pushed me up the steps into the kitchen. Cindy closed the door behind us. Marsha walked to the refrigerator. She turned and offered the cop a drink. Marsha's tits were sitting high on the half-cups of her corset, the tops of her nipples showing clearly above the lace cups. The cop, looking dazed and glassy eyed, responded that he shouldn't, after all he was on duty, even as he sat down. Cindy strutted past the cop, giving him a another good look at her tits as they bounced up and down in her tiny spaghetti strapped bustier. Reaching into the cupboard for a glass, Cindy pushed her tight, heart shaped ass back into his face. Then Cindy turned and placed the glass in front of the cop, bending over ever that his nose almost ended up in her cleavage. She stood there, her heaving breast inches from his mouth. Again he licked his lips and leaned slightly forward. As Marsha filled the glass with tequila, Cindy introduced Marsha and herself. Marsha, fawned over the cop as she filled his glass. When Marsha reached out to shake the cop's hand, and her right breast popped clear out of the corset's cup. For a moment no one moved, as the cop stared at the full naked tit jiggling in front of his face. Then, just as it appeared the cop was about to take the naked tit into his mouth, Marsha leaned back with a coyish blush and a tiny girlish giggle. "Opps," Marsha uttered, lifting her tit back into its half-cup and then adjusting both of her large breasts. The cop appeared at a loss. Clearly, after his encounter with me in drag, he had expected something, but certainly not this. Confronted by two beautiful young seductive women, facing bare naked tits, was something that his official training hadn't prepared him for. The cop shifted uncomfortably in his chair, coughed, then reached out and took a drink. He downed almost half of the tequila in a single gulp. Standing off to one side, I looked at the cop's crotch. His crisp blue trousers did nothing to hide the stark outline of his bulging erection. With a foreboding sense, I somehow new what was coming. I felt my own cock begin to grow still. The cop, gagged slightly on the strong drink. The alcohol seemed to bring him back to his senses. He introduced himself as Officer Cory. He then began to question the girls as to what was going on, why I was dressed in drag and who had been driving the car. About that time, Friane came out of the bathroom. Now, she also was dressed in lingerie, a shiny teal colored teddy. Her naked breasts and hard nipples were clear beneath the smooth satin material. The teddy was very short, coming only to her belly button. Her pussy was barely covered with a tiny thong that was pulled tight up against the lips of her cunt. A small dark wet spot shown in the cleft of her twat. Friane introduced herself to Cory and told him that she was the driver. Then she went on to tell the rest of the story. To my amazement...and horror... the whole, true story. As she explained about last night's party and my maid duties at the sorority today, I stood mutely by in humiliation and embarrassment. By the time she got through describing the duties that I had done, shaving the sorority girl's pussies and then cleaning them with my tongue, Cory had a huge erection. He was shifting about in his chair, obviously discomforted by his confined cock. He looked at me in a sort of disbelief, disgust, and...envy. At that same moment, Cindy leaned over the table. Cory turned, only to have his face graze the tops of her full firm tits. Startled, Cory shifted back and then...whether by chance or intentionally...Cindy knocked over his glass. Ice and tequila splashed across the table and down onto his pants. No sooner had the liquid touched his pants, than the three girls were on top of him. Cindy made as if to pick the glass up, "accidentally" spilling the remaining liquid onto is shirt. Marsha and Friane were using their hands to brush the wetness from his pants, only succeeding in spreading the liquid and further stiffening his already burgeoning erection.. Cory tried to stand up, but even as he began to utter a verbal protest the three girls' chatter overrode him. Cindy told him to take off his clothes before the liquor stained the uniform. Marsha and Friane were already unbuckling his pants. I watched in awed admiration as the three women manipulated him. He was helpless. One moment he was a police officer questioning suspects about a traffic infraction, and the next he was being stripped naked by three demure girls. I must say that he didn't really appear to put up that much of a struggle. Once his gun belt clattered to the floor, he verbal protest ceased.. Cindy fairly ripped off his shirt. Marsha unzipped his pants, and Friane had them down to his ankles in a flash. Next came his underwear. Like a trained pit crew, the three girls had him stripped like a new born babe in less than 3 minutes. Cory looked back at me. I could do nothing but smile and only shrug. I knew the power of these three fem-fatals. Cindy was leading him to the bedroom by the hand, while Friane was leading by the cock. Marsha followed swinging his nightstick. Marsha brought the long black club down across my ass, also whipping me into the bedroom. "Come on pussy, now you can watch a real man fuck," she said to me. As I stumbled into the bedroom, Cory was already down on his back on the bed. Cindy had pushed her tits out of the top of her bustier and was sitting astride Cory's stomach. She leaned forward, lifting her tits between her hands and pressing the protruding nipples into his mouth. The only sounds that Cory was making now were muted moans of submission. Marsha had Cory's handcuff keys and freed my hands. Moving to the bed, she raised Cory's arms up to the headboard. He seemed oblivious as she handcuffed his arms to the board above his head. Meanwhile, Friane was busy working his cock with her hands. She was using one hand to squeeze and pull his balls and using the other hand to twist and pump his cock. Soon his shaft was coated with his pre-cum. With her other hand, Friane pulled and twist his scrotum until it was distended and red. Marsha came back to me. She leaned in to me. "Rub your pussy, Slut," she told me. When I hesitated, she took my left hand and forced it up under the corset. Using her hand to guide mine, she stroked the shaft of my harnessed cock. Using long strokes, she moved my hand from the base of my cock all the way back and up to the bulbous mushroom shaped head. She continued to use my hand, in hers, to rub my "pussy" until my panties were wet with my oozing cum. Cindy had moved up Cory's body and was sitting on his chest. With one knee on each side of his head, she had her cunt on his face. Leaning back, her long blonde hair flowing loosely behind her, she was rhythmically thrusting her hips back and forth. I looked closer, seeing Cory's tongue sticking out of is mouth. He was curling his tongue up and out, snaking it into Cindy's cunt and against her clit. His face was shiny with a mixture of saliva and pussy juices. By this time Friane was busy sucking on Cory's cock. Her saliva coated his cock, running down the shaft and dripping from his balls. Now her left hand was up between his ass checks, her middle finger thrusting in and out of his ass. Her right hand was still working the shaft of his cock, pumping up and down, twisting around the shaft like a corkscrew. I was so obsessed with the scene that I had lost the fact that Marsha had left me. I was still stroking my harnessed cock, even as if her hand still guided me. It was only when I felt her forcing me to bend over forward at the waist that I realize that she was no longer masturbating me. As she forced me to bend over, I continued to work my cock with my hand. When Marsha pulled my hand away from my throbbing hard-on, I moaned with frustration. I looked back at Marsha. "Good little cunt. You want to get fucked?" Marsha sneered. She was standing behind me, total naked, having removed her corset. Her torso was shimmering with sweat. Her full round tits were rising and falling in cadence with her rapid heated breathing. Around her waist was strapped her favorite cock, Intruder, her big 12-inch black latex dildo. The big black cock, its shaft a twisted mass of faux viens and bulges, twitched up and down as if alive. A moan of perverted lust escaped my throat. Like a bitch in heat, I pushed my pussy, my ass back toward her throbbing cock. "Say it bitch. Tell me that you want me to fuck you." Marsha demanded again. "Arrhh...fuck me, please fuck me," I moaned. I attempted to move my ass onto her bobbing cock. I was frustrated as my own cock was still strapped between my legs and the hard steel dildo was still rammed up my ass. "Watch your girlfriend cum. Watch him eat Cindy's pussy," Marsha told me. I turned and watched as Cindy rode Cory's mouth. Now Cindy was tossing her head from side to side, her breathing shallow and labored. Small moans came from her throat, deep and feral. Her hands were placed back on his upper thighs. Her legs were flared wide apart. Her hips had been moved forward and her full cunt now covered his face, from nose to chin. I felt Marsha rip the panties from my ass and pop the cock harness free. My cock and balls sprang forward, opening my sphincter to her. With hardly a heartbeat, Marsha reached up and ripped the heavy steel cock from my ass. For only a moment, my ass...my pussy...felt void and empty...and then Marsha was ramming her long thick black cock into me. I stumbled forward, my head bumping into Friane. Friane raised her head, Cory's hard cock momentarily popping free from her ministrations. Friane tore the tiny thong from her cunt and knelt on the bed. She thrust her ass up and back into my face. Twisting my head downward, I moved my mouth onto her cunt. Thrusting my lower jaw forward, I was able to work my tongue up into her pussy. I was rewarded by a stream of hot, tart pussy juice. Cindy's Slut Ch. 10 Like some bizarre chain gang bang, we fucked. Cindy began to cum, riding harder and faster on Cory's mouth. Friane sucked and pumped Cory's cock, feeling it swell and then began to shot hot jets of thick salty cum into her mouth. I tongue fucked Friane, snaking my tongue up into her cunt, drinking her pussy juices. Marsha rode my ass...fucked my cunt...riding me...verbally berating me...like some harlot valkarie...beating my prostrate with her hugh rubber cock...as I came...ejaculating down the backs of Friane's legs. Like a deflated human balloon, we collapsed upon each other. For a while no one moved. We simply lie there. Then, slowly, Cindy climbed off Cory's face. Friane released Cory's cock, now semi-hard and covered with spit and cum., and stood up. Lastly, Marsha pulled her cock from my ass. As I began to rise, Marsha pushed me back down, leaving me bend over the foot of the bed. Marsha was still horny. She was the only one who had still not cum. That was not acceptable. Moving forward, she grabbed Cory by the balls. With a vicous twisting pull, she said, "Now fucking pig, you fuck me." She swung her body around, her ass above his head, and dropped her dripping cunt onto his face. You could see Cory struggling for breath. He fought against his bonds, but the handcuffs held him fast. Marsha raised her ass off his face. "Eat me," she commanded. When Cory failed to respond immediately, Marsha smashed her round full ass down on his nose and mouth again. With his air cut off, Cory fought again. Marsha continued to force her ass over Cory's airways, until he began to grew limp, no longer fighting. It was then, and only then, that Marsha again rose from his face. "I said eat me pig!" Still choking for air, Cory lifted his head and pressed his lips against her cunt. With his nose up her ass crack, fighting for every fetid breath, Cory began to eat her pussy. I was watching Cory thrusting his tongue up into Marsha, ever struggling to work his tongue down onto her clit. My voyeurism was interrupted by Marsha's voice. "Lick his cock and get it hard for me." I glance up at her. For just the briefest of moments I dared hope that she was not addressing me. But,still bent over and seeing her looking at me, I knew better. I didn't think that I hesitated, but even before my lips could wrap around his cock, I felt the sting of a belt across my ass. I worked to get him hard...fast. I knew I had no alternative. I took no great joy in sucking this man's cock, so I resigned myself to getting him hard as quickly as possible. I used every trick that I knew. I imagined that it was my cock and thought what best would work. I licked the shaft along the underside, being rewarded with the taste of Friane's saliva and Cory's cum. I cupped his testicles in my hand, gently pulling and rolling them about. I moved to the cock head, taking the mushroom bulb into my mouth and sucking on it. I dribbled saliva around the shaft, coating his cock and pumping the shaft with my other hand. I worked my tongue into the slit of his penis, plunging my tongue inside his cock. All this and still he remained semi-hard. All the while, my ass was being whipped. I saw Cindy walking around the bed with a video camera, filming Marsha fucking Cory's face and me sucking his cock. I assumed that Friane was beating my ass...my sweet seductive Friane. Damn...I was suffering because this prick couldn't get it up twice. I was pissed. I took it up a notch. I took my hand and rammed three fingers up Cory's ass. I twisted them and fucked him...hard. I raked his cock shaft with my teeth. I bite down on around the head of his cock. I squeezed his balls, tore at his scrotum. Whether my actions finally aroused him or whether he sensed, rightly, that if he didn't get it up and quick, that I was going to chew his cock off...finally he began to get hard. As I continued to deep throat him, I gagged on his cock as it grew longer and larger in my mouth. When I gauged that he was hard enough to penetrate Marsha's cunt, I raised my head off his cock. Tears were running down my face. Tears of pain from my bleeding ass, tears of humiliation from sucking this guy's cock, tears from choking for breath as his cock was being rammed down my throat, tears of hatred against Marsha my arch nemises. As I pulled my head off Cory's cock and looked up, I gazed into Marsha's malevolent stare. I could see the cold satisfaction...the perverse joy that she took in making me do these disgusting demented things. Marsha's right hand came hard across my check, bringing more tears to my eyes. "Back off Slut. Now see how a real woman fucks a cock." Marsha piroited round, pushing her ass in my face, force me back off Cory's cock. "Don't go yet bitch. Lick my ass as I fuck this prick pig," Marsha chortled. As Marsha slid her cunt over Cory's cock, she began to ride him hard. Sensing that his erection had come slowly, Marsha knew that it would take a good deal of time for him to ejaculated again. She intended to get the most from her belated fuck. The bed bounced and groaned as Marsha vicously rode Cory's cock. She slammed her full weight into every downward thrust. At the top of each withdrawl, she would twist her hips and ram herself back down onto his meat. At one point, I heard a cracking sound from Cory's cock, as his rigid organ caught and snapped under one of Marsha's downward thrusts. He cried out, only to have Marsha increase her tempo. Marsha raked his chest with her fingernails, carving flesh from his chest. Rivels of blood ran from the wounds. She dug her nails into his nipples, savaging his breasts. The more his cried out, the more vicious her attacks became. I had tried to force my tongue up her ass as Marsha demanded. But after the first several impalements, her motions were too violent to allow me to keep my tongue in contact. As her focus switched to Cory, she didn't seem to notice. Marsha was screaming at Cory. "Fuck me you bastard...fuck my cunt you pig...fuck me...FUCK ME!" As she began to climax, she leaned forward and bite down onto Cory's nipples. He screamed. Marsha was cumming. She had her hands in his hair, pulling and slamming his head, rising and slamming back down onto his cock. As much as I hated Marsha, I couldn't help but think of my own power fucks and I watched her fuck this helpless man. My cock was hard. As Marsha rode through her climax, her throngs of extacy ebbed. As Marsha sagged forward, Friane ceased whipping my ass. Cindy continued to film Cory. Marsha climbed off Cory, grabbed my hand and headed for the bathroom. In the bathroom, Marsha forced me to my knees and spread her legs over me. "Clean me Slut," she demanded. I stuck my tongue in her distended cunt, sucking and swallowing the warm sticking mess of cum and quim. The quantity of Marsha's quim was as copius as ever, if lacking in quality of flavor. As I knelt beneath Marsha, cleaning her cunt, I heard the sound of Friane addressing Cory. She began by asking him if he had enjoyed himself. When he failed to answer, I heard the whistle of the belt cutting the air and then cutting into him. His response was a string of profanity...a bad choice, as I knew. Again and again Friane whipped him as he swore. Finally, stupid as the fucking police pig that he was, he seemed to realize that swearing at Friane was only going to leave him a bloody mess of welts. Cory stopped swearing. He told Friane, "Yes, I enjoyed myself." The tone in his voice was less than convincing. I heard the belt whip down again. From the scream, I deduced that it had landed on his testicle or his cock. "That would be Yes Mistress, I enjoyed myself PLEASE", Friane snarled. I thought that he might resist, trying to be a tough cop, but I heard an immediate reply from Cory, "Yes Mistress, I enjoyed myself, please." "Good boy," I heard Cindy say. "Now, we have this all on tape. So shut up and listen up. You are going to forget all about anything happening today. No traffic incident, no guy in drag, not even this sex. In fact, from now on, you're going to be our own little pet police. Got that?" I listen to the silence. Then I heard Cory say, "You fucking bitches are crazy. You're all going to jail, including your faggot boyfriend." Cory tirade was cut short by the sound of the belt cutting the air. From his scream, it must have connected with his testicles, cock, or both. "Now listen to me you little prick. One more objection, failure to follow an order, or anything that even slight pisses me off and I'll cut your nuts off and grind them up in the garbage disposal." I was surprised as this was Friane's voice. "You got no fucking choice. Unless you do exactly as we tell you a copy of this tape goes to the police department. Then you can bitch all you want and tell your story. But who do you think they are going to believe. Four people with spotless records, college students, people with no reason to lie...or you, a young cop caught on a kinky sex tape. Hell, we'll tell them you forced us to have sex with you...maybe even at gun point." There was total silence. I momentarily lapsed in my tongue work on Marsha's cunt. A sharp slap along side my head brought me back to my duties. "Ok...what do you want?" I now noted a pleading tone to Cory's voice. "Exact what I told you sweety. You forget this whole thing...until and unless we call you. Then you do exactly what your told. That way, you get to keep your job. And, maybe...just maybe, you get some nice pussy once in a while. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Cindy said. "Yes". Then the sound of a belt connecting with Cory again, followed by a quick, "Yes, Mistress, I would like that, please". "Good boy. Very good boy," Cindy said. "Now, I'm going to release you. When I do, you will behave." I heard the sound of metal as Cindy started to unlock the handcuffs. Suddenly, Marsha pushed my head away from her cunt and ran into the bedroom. I watched her tight ass bounce as she bound into the room. "HOLD IT," Marsha yelled. I glanced back into the bedroom, watching Marsha go through to the kitchen. A moment latter she returned. In her hand was the cop's pistol. In the other hand was his badge. It looked strangely absurd. Three girls, one totally nude with a gun and a badge, another with only a short teddy top and a dripping cunt, and a third dressed only in a corset. All three surrounding a naked man, handcuffed to a bed. This couldn't be happening. It was like some bad movie. "Ok, let him loose. But, remember pig. One fucking bad move and I'll shoot your ass. Then we'll tell everyone that you tried raped us and we shot you. Got it" Marsha said. A moment's silence. I saw Friane begin to raise the belt. Quickly, Cory answered, "Yes Mistress. Please." Cindy took the handcuffs off Cory. He quietly got up, then not seeming to know exactly what to do...and looking down the barrel of his own gun that Marsha held, he slowly walked into the kitchen. I crept into the bedroom and watched. Cory put his clothes on. When his uniform was on, he looked at Marsha as if to inquire as to his gun and badge. "Maybe later pig boy. Maybe next time when I call you to cum eat my cunt, if you do it really good, I'll give you the badge....maybe. But the gun is fucking mine!" Marsha said. Cory kind of grimaced and turned for the door. "Just a minute," Friane said. As Cory stopped and turned back, Friane went to him. Taking his face between her hands, she French kissed him. When she released him, there was an obvious look of confusion on his face. Friane replied, "There's no reason we can't all be friends. We just needed to convince you of that. No one wants to go to jail." She turned to Cindy. "Your turn," she said. Cindy walked over to Cory and also kissed him. As she kissed him, she ground her tits against him and reached down to cup his cock. This time, Cory responded by reaching around Cindy and pulling her against him. I watched jealousy as they groped each other. "Your turn Slut," I heard Friane say. I looked out and say her looking at me, flicking her finger for me to come. I walked out of the bedroom and over to Cory. As I leaned toward him he started to back away. "Freeze police man," Friane said with a laugh. "I said we're all friends here...and you do as we tell you." Cory stood rigid as I kissed him. When I felt his resistance, I forced my tongue into his mouth. It was not sexual or physical. Rather, I did it as one would command obedience from a dog. It gave me power. I forced him to submit...and it felt great! I'm sure the taste of his own cum and Marsha's quim was still on my tongue as I Frenched him. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I gave it a hard squeeze. Cory released a small groaning, moaning sound as I hurt his cock. As I stepped away, Marsha approached him. "On your knees, bitch," she told him. Cory knelt and went motionless. Marsha lifted one leg and placed her foot on his shoulder. Her cunt was above and to one side of his head. I knew what was coming. Cory didn't...at least not at first. As the stream of gold piss shot our of Marsha cunt and began to splat against his face, he recoiled. Marsha squeezed the stream of piss off. Using her leg, she pushed Cory back off balance and onto to floor. Jamming the gun into the small of his neck she said, "Freeze fuck head!" As Cory lay there, not moving, Marsha straddled him. Standing above him, grinning down and point the gun at his face, she began to piss again. She continued to piss for a long time, until Cory was sodden and lie in a pool of urine. "Now lick that mess up, bitch." Marsha told Cory. I watched a look of hate and humiliation cross his visage. I could certainly relate. As he knelt and started to mop the mess up with the sleeve of his shirt, Marsha drew him up short. "God damn it, I said clean it up....and that means with your FUCKING TONGUE BITCH!" she screamed. Cory stared back in disbelief. He looked at Cindy, then Friane, and finally me. Cindy smiled back, Friane just grinned, and I shook my head sadly. Cory dropped his head and began to lick up the yellow puddle. When Cory the cop left, it was a far different man than the one that had entered just a mere few hours before. I felt sorry for the guy, but then I felt sorry for myself. I loved Cindy and I would do anything for her. Also, I had never thought that my secret love, Friane could ever be so manipulative. But then I had never liked Marsha, perhaps lusted after her early on, but now...I hated her most of all. How far did this whole weird diabolic alternate reality go? What about the three guys that the girls had fuck Cindy on her birthday? What about the sorority and their crazy Halloween party? Who would I end up being a slave for next? First Cindy, then Marsha, then Friane, then the sorority, then...? Cory's car had barely left the parking lot and I had just formed the questions in my mind, when I heard Friane exclaim, "Oh my god! We late! Annie was expecting us an hour ago." Grapping me by the arm, Friane drug me back into the bedroom. "Quick, get you costume back on". Cindy took my cock and began to reattach the harness. Friane readjusted my pudding balloon tits and made sure the nipple clips were still tightly attached. Marsha, not without her usually despotic display of glee, kicked my legs apart and rammed the heavy, cold steel cock back up my ass. Cindy passed my cock and ball, now tightly restrained again, back up through my legs to Marsha. With a deft jerk and the snap of a lock, Marsha fastened my cock up against my ass, pinning the steel dildo firmly in place. Friane returned from the bathroom and freshened my makeup. A shot of perfume from Cindy and I was ready to go. But go where? To Annie's? Then I remembered the discussion of earlier that day. Friane had promised that I would return Annie's clothes, the same corset that I still wore. The question as to who's slave I would be next was no longer a question. Cindy's Slut Ch. 11 Chapter 11: Neighbor Annie As Friane pushed me out the door, she said, "Hurry. You were supposed to be over at Annie's an hour ago!" As I stumbled down the stairs, the door slammed closed behind me. It was nearly dark. Good ... perhaps no one would see me standing outdoors dressed in a woman's corset. Or, perhaps if they did see someone, they wouldn't know that it was me. But then again, what other 6-foot tall, cheap whore looking, semi-naked person would be coming out of Cindy's house? All three of the women that lived here were petite girls, none over 5'6" or 110 pounds. No one could mistake this gigantism as one of them. On the other hand it was bad. It was damn cold in October as the sun went down. Traces of snow were on the ground. I was dressed in nothing more than one layer of stretch latex, panties and nylons. If my nipples hadn't been hard from the clamps already on them, the cold certainly would have done the job. I looked at the door. I was not getting back in. I looked at the neighbor's house. Most of the house was dark. There was a single porch light at the rear door. I hoped that Annie was still home waiting for me. I slowly waddled down the stairs. I never got very good at walking in a spiked heels. I slipped slightly, almost going down. If Annie were mad that I was late returning her lingerie, she certainly would be pissed off if I came back with mud all over it. I moved slower. Down the walkway. Across the parking area. Down the alley. Around the fence. Through the gate. Up the stairs. Annie's door. It seemed that it had taken forever. I was sure that at least one person had been looking out the window as I moved through the twilight. I couldn't tell if the face in the window had been male or female. What I was sure of was that someone had watched my entire journey from across the alley. I racked my memory. Who lived there? I seemed to recall some other college kids. Oh god...I hoped not. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked harder. I heard footsteps approach. "Who is it?" Damn her. It was Annie asking. Who the fuck did she think it was? Couldn't she just look out the glass and see? "Ah, its me," I said. "Me who?" Annie replied. "Me Slut," I said. I hoped that Annie knew and recalled that was the feminine name that Cindy had given my drag persona. I waited. No reply. Oh god. I hoped that I didn't have to say my real name. Still no reply. I started, "Its .." and the door opened. "Sorry for the delay homey, but I had to straighten a few things up. You're awfully late you know," Annie said. "I expected you hours ago. You know it's not polite for a lady to be late." I stepped in through the open door. My eyes had to adjust to the low light. Inside the house only a number of candles burned. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a mirror reflection of myself looking back at me. Annie stood before me in a matching body corset. I shouldn't have been surprised. After all, it was her corset I was wearing. Matching blonde hair, heavy dark makeup, both the same height in our stiletto pumps (Annie's six-inch heels to my 4-inch heels). Other than the fact that my tits were about 40-DDs and Annie's were 36-DDDs, and that I was obviously half again as heavy, we could have been clones. Annie was a pretty gregarious, 30-something woman. At 5'10" and about 130 pounds, Annie looked a lot like Anna Nicole Smith. Not that Annie was fat or anything. Rather she looked like Anna Nicole used to look, back in her Playboy days. No, Annie was just the big, strong Norwegian farm girl type. I first met Annie the same day that I first came to Cindy's house. Cindy, Marsha and I had just stepped outside, after smoking a few big bowls and slamming some tequila. Annie lived next door and was in her back yard. She was carrying a huge basket of wet clothes to hang out to dry. As an athelet, weight lifter, and all-around jock, I was impressed by the way her biceps bulged under the heavy load. She walked tall and straight, with a light bouncy step, as if the heavy wet clothes weighted nothing at all. We struck up a conversation with Annie as she hung up the clothes. I learned that Annie was the only girl in her family and that she had four brothers. She had been raised on a farm in northern Minnesota. I don't' recall why, perhaps it was because the three of us were stoned, buzzed and had just been doing some heavy petting, or maybe it was because Annie was hanging out some pretty risqué lingerie, but the conversation soon turned to...what else...sex. Annie acknowledged that, as a farm girl, she had learned about sex early. She said that she had watched (and I guessed perhaps more than watched) horses, cattle, goats, and all kinds of animal fuck. Having four brothers, Annie indicated that she had developed a view on the "facts-of-life" tainted under a definite male perspective. Annie was married. Her husband, George, was a burly, 220 pound, 6'2", tattooed, biker-type, hairy Danish guy. I had laughed when she told us that she called him her "Great Dane". Hearing my laughter, her face had turned strangely solemn...almost hard... and she asked me what was so funny? No expecting her reaction to my quizzical smirk, I was at a loss for an answer. Feeling a bit stoned, buzzed, and a bit paranoid that I may have somehow offended her, I mumbled an apology. Annie just stared at me, as if assessing and measuring me. Then, just like that she was smiling again. She said, "Well all men as just basically animals, like dogs...don't you agree?" Annie was looking at me, but seemed to address the question to Cindy. Cindy and Marsha looked at each other and smiled. Then all three of the women broke at laughing. That first conversation had been almost a year ago, and months before Cindy and Marsha began their kinky games forcing me into the role of their drag slave/maid. In retrospect, perhaps that first joke had been more at my expense than I realized. "Come this way dear?" Annie said. I followed her into the dimly lighted living room. "Sit down", she directed. We sat on the couch. On the table in front of us were two glasses and a liter of wine. "Pour us a drink," Annie said. As I poured the wine, it occurred to me that I didn't drink much wine. Beer, hard liquor...sure, but not wine. I handed the glass to her. As I reached for my glass, Annie interrupted. "Go turn on some music," she said. I looked across the darkened room. My eyes saw the stereo over at the far wall. I got up, walking slowly and unsteadily on my 4-inch heels. I found the stereo, found the power button and turned on the machine. Pink Floyd, not bad. I worked my way back across the room, trying not to stumble or fall. I reached the couch and sat down. Annie raised her glass and toasted, "To my dear, pretty Slut." I blushed in the dark. Embarrassed. Annie was not quite old enough to be my mother...but she was definitely an older mature woman...and here I sat...dressed in drag...dressed in her old lingerie...sitting under her piercing stare. Embarrassed. I felt like some little boy that had been caught in his mother's underwear. Annie raised her wine glass. I raised mine. We lightly touched glasses. The soft ring of crystal cut the sultry tones of the music. Annie drank her dark red wine. I drank mine. The taste was dry, tart, and slightly bitter. Annie reached over and caressed my face. We sat and drank in the dimly lit room. It was soft, relaxing. Her touch was soft, relaxing. The glasses were empty. We placed them on the table. "Come closer," Annie whispered. I slide up against her. My head was slightly spinning. I wasn't used to the wine. Annie pulled me to her. We kissed. Softly. Gently. I felt warm. Dizzy. "Do as I do", Annie said. Annie placed her hand on my breast. She gently kneed the pudding filled tit. I gently felt her breast. It was full and soft. Annie worked her both of my breasts with her hands. She lifted my massive tits and pressed them together. She massaged them together, moving them up and down against their own cleavage. I mimicked her every move. Her breasts were large, seeming too big for her small torso. Her tits mesmerized me. Annie pulled the top of my corset down. My large faux tits rested on the corset bra like two melons on a shelf. My hands fumbled to release her beautiful breasts. So soft, so large and lovely...it felt as if I might hurt them if I acted in haste. Annie smiled. She laughed lightly. "Good girl," she said. "Pretty girl," she said. Yes, I though. I felt so feminine. I could almost felt what she was feeling. As if reading my mind, "Just like me," Annie said. I looked into her eyes. Those deep, dark eyes. "Yes, just like me," I mumbled back. Annie took the pudding filled balloons from off my chest. The weight of the two heavy tits had been cutting the straps of my bra into my shoulders all day. The release felt so good. I arched my back. I stretched my shoulders. "So good," I murmured. In a daze, I tried to lift Annie's massive tits from her body. Her large mammaries filled my hands. In a trance, I lifted her breasts. Higher, lifting, gently lifting. Annie sighed. In some part of my mind, I seemed to recognize that my lifting of her heavy tits was in some way very similar to the lifting of my own. I was releasing the weight of her heavy DDD tits. A weight that she carried each and every day. "Pour us some more wine," Annie said. Reluctantly, I released her heavenly orbs. I poured the wine. It was difficult not to spill. "Close your eyes," Annie told me. As I closed my eyes, Annie leaned into me and kissed my nipples. She flicked her tongue around the spring steel clips that were attached to my nipples. I moaned. Annie gently inserted a set of wires back in the clips. Somehow, I never thought to wonder how she needed to replace the wires in order to removed the metal paper clips from my nipples. Slowly, gently, Annie pressed the wires together, opening the clips. A garbled moan came from me as blood rushed back into my nipples. All day long, the clips had been clamped tightly onto my nipples. From the first sharp pain, through the dull pain of the long day, to finally numbness.... now the blood came rushing back into my nipples. It hurt. It hurt so bad.... but it felt so good. "Shhh," Annie whispered. She softly kissed my closed eyes, first one then the other. She paused a moment. Through the fog that wrapped my mind...the fog of pain and pleasure...Annie brought a glass of wine to my lips. I was suddenly parched. I drank deeply. The wine was bitter. I swallow hard. Annie gave me more to drink. The wine left my mouth dry. I swallowed again. Annie filled my mouth with more wine. Tart, bitter, strangely dry. I emptied the glass, but still I thirsted. Annie removed the second metal paper clips from my tit. A small cry rose from my parched throat. I breathed heavily. I was hot. I was beginning to sweat. Annie softly kissed my naked nipples. She sucked on the bruised flesh. Her lips urged the life back into my tits. I lay my head back. I moaned. I rocked my hips back and forth. I squeezed my ass checks together. I clamped my thighs together. I felt my cock. I couldn't touch it. It was still strapped tightly up between my legs...but it throbbed beneath me with a deep aching. I pressed my chest into Annie, physically begging her to suck my tits. I moved to raise my hands to hold her head, but Annie gently forced my hands back down to my sides. I thrust my hips and squeezed my ass. I felt the heavy steel cock deep in my ass. Deep in my ass, but now hot and heavy...not cold steel any more. The deep ache grew. Annie sat up and leaned back. A whimper escaped my lips. I wanted...I need...the warmth of her lips sucking upon my nipples...my tits. I sat there, untouched, breathing hard...needing her contact...needing her touch. I felt the glass against my lips. The wine was not so dry. But now, it was more tart...warmer...more...what?...thicker...different, yet familiar. I began to open my eyes, but Annie leaned forward and whispered, "Shhh, close your eyes." My thirst was intense. My head was spinning. The music was a heavy beat in my head. The warm wine flowed down my throat. It was hard to swallow, but my thirst was somewhat abated. Annie put the wine glass down and pulled my head to her breast. I felt my lips contact her skin. It was hot. I opened my mouth and felt her nipple between my lips. I wrapped my lips gently around the areola and suckled. Like a baby, I sucked and nursed. Slowly, I tasted it. . . Mother's milk. I sucked harder. Annie moaned and held my head tightly to her. As I sucked her breast, she lactated more. Warm, sweet milk. Not a lot, but just enough to cover my tongue and coat my throat. Oh god...dear god! I nuzzled her tit like a baby, kneading the milk from her nipple. Annie moved my head to the other breast. Again, I suckled and drank her milk. Annie pushed me back up. I struggled softly. "No, please...no," I moaned. "Shh," Annie whispered. Again, I sat there alone, untouched. I shivered. I ached for her touch. My cock was hard between my legs. The cruel harness cut into the tender swollen flesh. I worked my ass around the steel dildo inside me. I needed it. I needed Annie. I need something. Oh god, please, touch me... "Open your eyes," Annie said. I blinked my eyes open, attempting to focus. Try as I might, everything retained a haze, a blur. I felt the wine glass at my lips. The wine was warm. It was cloudy dark...or was it just my eyes now? The wine was still tart and bitter, but now it seemed to have a slight salty flavor. So different...but so familiar. I drank deeply. The sweet nectar coated my dry throat and quenched more of my thirst. Now, Annie worked the nylons off my legs. She detached the garters and slowly rolled the silky softness down my thighs. She reached up under the corset and gently took the elastic waist of my panties. I raised my ass and she worked my panties off. "Now you," Annie said. I fumbled with her garters. It seemed so hard to unhook those small tabs. Annie helped me. I rolled the nylons down her legs. Those soft smooth thighs. Those tender knees. Those firm calves. I put my hands up under her corset. Annie raised herself up off the couch. I fumbled to grasp the panties, taking them by the sides instead of by the waistband. Breathing hard, I struggled to pull the panties from her hips. Finally, I held the soft white satin panties in my hand. Annie raised my hand and placed her panties under my nose. "Close your eyes. Breath," she told me. I inhaled the heavy fragrant scent of her sex. I felt the wetness of her panties caress my face. Annie rubbed her panties all across my face, then down my neck, and across my chest. She massaged my nipples with the soft smooth satin. Again Annie pulled away. I was left there panting. Oh god, I was so ...so what?...it was so much more than horny...it was like a need...a desire...something that wanted to explode out of me. Again I felt the wine glass at my lips. Again, I drank deep. Now the aroma of the wine filled my senses. The wine was no longer just a dark sweet liquid. Now the taste, the smell, the very essences of the wine was somehow Annie. The smell of Annie's sex...the taste of Annie's sex....something that I had yet to taste, but somehow I knew what this was what she taste like. Annie lay back on the couch. She raised the corset. "Open your eyes," she commanded. I opened my eyes and found that I was staring upon her sex...her cunt. It was beautiful. Two full pouty round lips pushed out from her slit. Surrounding her cunt was a heart shaped tuft of carefully trimmed pubic hair. Her pussy lips glistened in the candlelight. I sat mesmerized as I watched a thick string of her juices ooze out of her slit and down the crease of her ass. I leaned forward, until I was a scant few inches from her cunt. The hot heavy fragrance of her steamy cunt filled my nose. My mouth watered. The smell was that of the same sweet wine. I yearned to taste her...to drink her. I started to move my mouth to her sex, but she gently reached out to stop me. I pressed forward and was met with surprising strength. "No. Bad girl." Annie said. I whimpered softly. Oh god, I wanted her cunt. "Are you a bad girl?" Annie asked. "Oh yes, I'm a bad girl. Please give it to me." I begged. "Give you what?" Annie teased. "Oh, please! Give me your cunt. I need your cunt. Pleaseeee," I moaned. "Then lie down on your back, bad girl," Annie said. I slide onto my back. Annie raised my corset up above my waist. She leaned forward. A dribble of saliva seeped from her lips. For a moment it hung in the near darkness from her lip...then it fell upon my cock. Oh, so good... The soft wetness ran from the base of my cock down the shaft, following its path down between my legs. A second drop of spittle fell from Annie's mouth, joining the first. The growing stream of wetness ran further back between my legs. A third gob of spit, and the wetness left a stream down my cock shaft from my throbbing cock head. I moaned like a whore. I thrust my hip up toward Annie. She sat there quietly and watched me suffer...a smile upon her face. Annie brought another glass of wine to me face. She poured the wine down into my gapping mouth. I swallowed hard. She took the last half of the glass and let it dribble down onto my cock...my hard, burning, hurting harnessed cock. "Is your pretty little pussy hot?" Annie whispered. "Oh yes, please, I'm so hot," I replied. "Are you a bad little Slut? Do you want to cum for Mommy?" Annie said. I followed her lead seamlessly. "Yes, I'm a slut, a bad little Slut. Oh please Mommy let Slut cum," I moaned. Annie swung herself up, over and around. I watched as she lowered her cunt onto my mouth. Oh god...! I drove my face into her snatch. I licked her cunt. I worked my tongue up and down the length of her pussy. I drank and swallow her pussy juices as they flowed out of her. Her cunt was hot. Her pussy juices were thick, tart and slightly bitter. Almost an almond flavor and like a light syrup consistency. I drank and she pumped out more cunt juice. I drank more. I felt her head down between my legs. Gently, softly, teasingly, Annie licked the length of my cock. "Such a nice pussy. So hot," she said teasingly. Annie coated my cock shaft with her saliva. Her saliva ran down my cock, down between the crack of my ass. She soon had coated my cock with so much of her spittle that it pooled under my ass. The wetness felt so good on my aching cock head. Annie reached down between my legs and rubbed the mushroom head of my cock. It was so sensitive, it hurt...but oh so very good! "Oh what a nice clit you have Slut," she said softly. I arched my back and thrust up with my hips. I was moaning, panting like a whore. Annie didn't miss a beat. "Oh such a horny little cunt, aren't you Slut?" she teased. Annie pressed the head of my cock up against the heavy steel dildo in my ass. She used the my cock head to push the dildo in and out of my sphincter. I could feel the cum oozing out of the tip of my cock. Soon, Annie' fingers were coated with the thick sticky stuff. Meanwhile, I was busy eating Annie's cunt. I was like a ravenous animal. I rammed my face into her slit. I forced my tongue up into, splitting her cunt open and lapping up her copious excretions. I found her clit and wrapped my lips around it. I sucked on the little nub. I used my lips to crush her clit, rolling it between my lips, placing my teeth around the clit and gently biting down. My efforts were rewarded as I felt Annie's body tense. She never ceased her hands stroking and working my cock, but now she raised her hair and arched her back. She ground her cunt down hard on my face, rotating her hips in a circle and mashing the lips of her pussy against my nose. I continued to breath deep, now inhaling a mix of air and wet pussy juice. It was like being back in the womb. Cindy's Slut Ch. 11 Annie was breathing hard, moaning, groaning, cursing me, calling me a fucking slut, a whore, her bitch, her fucker...her lover. I had thought that Cindy was vocal and demonstrative, but she had nothing on Annie. If Annie had thought that she had a male perspective on sex, she demonstrated it now. Her tirade drove me on, spurred me to eat her harder. She was wild, like an animal. She tossed her head, splaying her hair about. Sweat dripped of her neck, down her massive tits and into my hair. Her big beautiful tits rose and fell like twin mountains, exploding out like volcanoes. "You fucking shit! Eat me! Fuck me! You fucking bitch! You cunt! You slut! Fuck me!....she screamed on and on. Then, it stopped. She grew rigid. She arched her back and clamped her legs against my head. She screamed again and began to thrust her hips. Annie came. Like a man...like hot jets of cum...streams of quim shot out of her cunt. Her quim filled my mouth, glutted my throat. I was drowned....but I loved it. Nothing mattered but making her cum, and now eating her cum. I swallowed until I gagged...and still she came. I used my tongue to lick her, I suck upon her clit, I fucked her with my mouth and ate her. When her orgasm subsided, she sat above me, breathing hard and seemingly racked with exhaustion. I continued to like her clit with my tongue, greedily swallowing her last bit of ejaculate. As she slowly breathed deep, she smiled down at me. Though out her climax, she had never ceased to stroke and tease my cock. I was so turned on...so incredible horny. I had brought her to an orgasm, but I had been denied my own. I was still strapped in my cock harness. I cock was swollen, distended and deep purple in color. The metal rings restricting the blood flow, maintain my erection, and denying me the release of my ejaculate felt like they were cutting my cock into pieces. Each touch of Annie's hand on my cock sent shivers through my entire body. My testicles were hot and hung like misshapen appendages. The veins stood out from my cock shaft, a bulging twisted mass of cords. The head of my cock was almost black. Cum oozed in a thick stream from its slit. The slightest brush against its skin would cause me to cry out, begging to be fucked. Annie sat above me, riding her ebbing orgasm, teasing and touching my cock. She was calling me a whore, a slut, a bitch, but I didn't care. She knew exactly what she was doing. It felt like I was dying. Annie turned around, still astride my body. She slide her ass down upon my stomach, glaring down at me, gloating, listening to me beg her for release. She laughed. She took her cum coated fingers and jammed them into my mouth. I suck greedily upon her fingers, tasting my own cum, begging for more. Annie reached back with her other hand and worked them up past the head of my cock. She worked her fingers up into my ass, twisting and turning the metal dildo rammed deep inside of me. Annie removed both hands from me. She used her hands to lift her massive tits up and out above me. Like to huge trophies, she held them up to her mouth and licked them. I whined and whimpered beneath her. Releasing her tits, Annie picked up one of the metal paper clips from the table. As she spread the clip open and lowered it toward my nipple, I begged her, "Please, oh god please Annie. For god sake, please don't Annie." But my pleas were for naught. "Shhh," Annie whispered with a smile on her face. She placed the clip over my bruised torn nipple. She let it go with a snap. I screamed. I bucked and attempted to roll. Annie reached back and slapped me hard between the legs. Her arm was strong and her hand was wide. The blow impacted both of my testicles and my swollen cock shaft. The blow drove my cock down into my butt crack and thrust against the steel dildo in my ass. "Oh god, please don't" I screamed again. Again Annie raised her hand. Now I lay still. Pair coursed through my body, from my torn clamped nipple to my terrible swollen cock. "Good little Slut," Annie coed. She picked up the second metal paper clip and brought it down onto my other nipple. Again she opened the hard metal, and again she released it, letting it snap shut on my torn flesh. God I hurt. God I was horny. God, I couldn't take any more. My head was spinning. I hurt everywhere. "Please Annie, oh please," I begged. Tears rolled down my face. "Please what little Slut?" Annie asked. But, I was too far gone. All I could do was continue to beg, mumbling please, please, please. Annie sat astride me with a tender smile on her face. "Shh", she said. She brought yet another glass of wine to my mouth. I drank greedily. The wine taste of her quim and male cum. Now the taste came clearly to me. That same taste since the second or third drink. Bitter, tart...quim, thick and salty...cum. As if reading my thoughts, Annie smiled and nodded her head. "That's right sweet light bitch. Do you like drinking my special wine? The first two glasses contained a little chloral hydrate. My own special "Mickey". It gets you ever so nice an mellow." Annie watched my reaction. I'm pretty sure it was blank...I was wasted. She laughed. "That's ok. All the rest of the wine you drank was just a special mixture of Cabernet and the quim I collect from my masturbations. I do so love to masturbate!" Annie continued to talk as she reached down and twisted the clip on my nipples. I winched in pain. "Now pay attention," she said. She twisted the clamps once again, making sure that I wasn't drifting. "I'm sure that you also recognized that slight salty taste." Annie looked at me as if expecting a response. I lay there moaning. "Cindy has told me how you like to eat cum, you little horny Slut. I'm sure you recognize cum when you taste it. I also like to collect all my pussy juices, my quim and Georgie's cum after he fucks me. I add also add that to my special vintage." Annie smiled down at me as the information worked into my drugged brain. "You know, quim and cum make a person so horny. I think that it's all the hormones in the stuff. I'm not sure thought. It would seem that women should eat quim then and men eat cum. But maybe, it is the other way around. It seems to work. I'm sure you are finding that the more cum you eat, the more feminine you feel. You have also probably noticed that since your Cindy and the girls have been eating quim (Annie noted the look of surprise on my face)...So, you didn't know that us girls eat each other on a regular basis? What do you think we are doing while you and Georgie are working as maids with dildos up your asses? You really aren't very bright are you Slut?" Having said that, Annie reached over and opened an ice bucket. She removed five colored condoms. "I'm sure you recognize these," Annie said, as she held up a blue, red and green condom. I didn't answer. Annie brought her hand down across my face. Lights danced behind my eyes. "Marsha tells me that's the only way to make you listen," Annie said. "Now, again do you recognize these condoms?" Annie queried. I nodded yes, and mumbled, "Those are some of the condoms that Marsha collected from the three guys that fucked Cindy on her birthday." "Good little Slut. Now, can your remember whose cum is in each color?" Annie asked. I shook my head no. Annie backhanded me across the face. A drip of blood came from my left nostril. "No," I said. "Too bad. I guess that just means that you have to eat them all." Annie said this with a smirk, as she emptied the semi-congealed cum into a glass. "One, two, three," Annie counted off as she emptied the red, green, and blue condoms. "Now for the special sauce," Annie said. "First, you good sweet cum." Annie took a black colored condom from the ice container. Cindy had me fuck her with black condoms and I knew she saved them. I had eaten plenty of cum, from all colored condoms on cold oatmeal. After emptying the black condom, Annie picked up a fruit jar. The jar was about 2/3 full of gray slimy cum. "This is cum from my Great Dane. I usually don't let him cum in my nice clean cunt. Instead, I make him cum in one of these jars." Annie paused as she said that. Then with a quizzical look on her face she continued, "You know, it's kind of like milking a horse's cock for artificial insemination. Daddy used to let me do that on the farm. I just loved jacking off those big horse cocks. You know, you have a pretty nice cock there yourself. Too back Cindy is feminizing you. Oh, well...where were we? That's right. I was telling you about masturbating my Great Dane. You know that I make him masturbate twice a day. He masturbates in from of me and those are the only times that he gets off...unless of course I unusually horny!" Annie said this with a huge grin. "I think that making Georgie jack off for me twice a day keeps his sperm production up. Just look at this jar! This is just from this week!" With that, Annie opened the jar. She took a small measuring cup, like those used in coffee, and scooped out a cup full. She dumped that into the glass. Georgie's cum looked suspiciously grayer and slimmer than the other cum. "Maybe another dab of the Great Dane. We want you to grew into a good little Slut, don't we?" Saying this, Annie filled another scoop and deposited it in the glass. Now the wine glass was almost full with a swirling mix of thick white, grey cum. Holding the glass in her right hand, Annie reached back and grabbed my testicles with her left hand. Annie brought the glass to my lips. No waiting to let me make a complying move, she squeezed down hard on my nuts. The scream of pain had not fully escaped my lips, when Annie forced the glass into my open mouth. "Bottoms up!" Annie said, and dumped the contents of the glass into my mouth. Releasing my nuts, Annie slapped her hand against my mouth. She set the glass down, and as I gagged on the thick, gooey mess, she pinched my nose shut. This helped offset the natural gag reflex and I was forced to swallow or die from suffocation. When I had gagged the thick cold cum down, I still had to fight from throwing it back up. Annie could see my struggle. She raised her hand up above my strapped balls, daring me. "I'll break you nuts if you throw that up and then I'll ram it back down your throat, bitch!" Annie meant business. I continued to force the cum to settle in my stomach. After a few minutes, Annie got up off me. "Time to go visit the Great Dane," she said. Annie grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and guided me to the hallway. There, she jerked me to a stand still. She picked up a collar from another table and locked it around my neck. "Recognize this," Annie said, as she spun me around to face the hall mirror. A chill ran through me. A chill worse that that left from the thick slimy cum that I had been forced to swallow. It was the dog shock collar from the sorority house, or if not the exact same one, its twin. "That should keep you under control and compliant as we follow the yellow brick road," Annie chortled, as she pushed me down the stairs in front of her. Cindy's Slut Ch. 12 Chapter 12: The Great Dane As Annie pushed me down the stairs, panic began to creep over me. Frankly, Annie was a woman that I barely knew. Other than a brief conversation over a year ago, I had never even talked to her before today. Today's conversation had consisted of Friane displaying me in front of Annie, dressed in Annie's used lingerie, and promising her that I would return that lingerie after my slave session at the sorority house. Returning Annie's lingerie had been much more that simply giving her the corset back! In fact, I still wore the corset. What had transpired was a protracted session of hot sex session wherein I had been forced to eat her pussy while she tortured my cock. Then, after eating her to climax, I had been forced to drink wine tainted with Annie's quim, her husbands cum, and finally a glass filled with six ounces of cum collected from six different men. Now, still half doped and drugged, Annie was forcing into her basement for more weird, kinky sex! As I stumbled in the near total darkness at the bottom of the stairs, Annie closed the door at the top of the stairs. I struggled to see into the dark, dank basement. I could just make out the form of a body, apparently hanging from a ceiling beam. The body didn't seem to be moving. Panic took me. I turned and made a mad rush back up the stairs. About half way up, I collided with Annie. She stepped to one side and, as I lunged past, she deftly planted her leg between my feet. One moment I was running up toward the door and escape, and the next I was spinning, crashing back to the bottom of the stairs. Before I could even rise of the cold concrete floor, Annie hit the transmitter button on the shock collar. Blinding pain shot through my body. A thousand hot needles of electric current jammed into my neck beneath the dog collar. I screamed. Contorting from the pain, I curled into a ball. Dimly, I heard Annie laugh. "Now that wasn't too smart, was it bitch?" she asked. When I didn't answer, Annie pressed the transmitter button again, this time she used a higher setting and holding the button down longer. I heard the scream, but I could hardly believe that it was coming from me. Instead, all I knew was that I was thrashing and twisting on the cold hard floor. I pissed myself, urine running in the crack of my ass where my cock was firmly harnessed. It seemed to last forever. In reality it was only a few seconds. "I asked you a question Slut. Are you a smart bitch? Annie now stood over me, the shock collar controller in her hand. "No Mommy. I'm not smart. I'm stupid...I'm a stupid bitch!" I moaned. "Good fucking bitch. Learn it and love it....now get up," Annie commanded. Annie stepped to the side as I pushed myself up onto my feet. If I had found it difficult to stand on my stilettos before, I found it almost impossible to remain upright. The electric shocks had my entire body shaking and my left leg hurt from where I had hit the floor. "Well, I guess that's up to you now isn't it little Slut," Annie replied. "Behave yourself and do exactly what I tell you and you don't have anything to work about." Annie stood over me, reaching down to softly caress my quivering face. "Now, walk over there," Annie said, pointing toward the far wall. With one eye on Annie and one looking into the dark, I crept toward where she pointed. After reaching a point near the center of the room, I found myself tottering next to the hanging body. I blinked the tears from my eyes, my sight adjusting to the dark. Now I could see that the hanging figure was that of a man. His head was covered with a leather hood that came down past his eyes and ended at his nose. A set of headphones was set into the hood. I could make out the faint sounds of chanting and heavy metal music. It appeared that the man could hear only the sounds coming from the headphones. It didn't appear that he had heard my previous screams, nor did it seem that he even knew that I was standing by him. The man's arms were attached to the ceiling beam above him, each arm chained out wide to the side. His head was bowed, an inflatable gag in his mouth. I scanned down his torso, covered with welts and matted with sweat. To each of the man's nipples there was clamped a large sharp-toothed alligator clip. From each clip there was suspended a large tear-dropped shaped masses of metal, appearing like oversized fishing sinkers. The man's torso was stretched in a forward in such a way that each of the lead weights dangled freely away from his chest. The heavy weights responded to even the slightest movement of the man's body. Even the man's labored breathing caused the weights to spin and sway. Blood oozed from where the alligator clip's teeth had torn into his nipples, dripping down their jagged teeth, down past the weights, and pooling in a small bowl on the floor. The blood was black in the darkness, reflecting the flickering candlelight. Each new drop sent a ripple across the inky surface of the bowl. A shiny black waist cincher was strapped around the man's abdomen. It gave his body a bizarre hourglass shape, his ribcage pushed out above and his hips below. His ribs were covered with whip marks and I could see each struggled breath move beneath his bruised skin and bones. All the man's pubic hair had been shaved off. The man's cock, a long thin shaft of purple veined flesh stuck out from his denuded crotch. A dull metal rod protruded from the tip of his cock. Metal wires were attached to the rod. I followed the wires down and over to a table. On the table sat a converter and a dial control. The converter was plugged into a wall socket. On his cock was a series of rings. I recognized them as a set of Rings-of-Hell. The ring at the base of his cock was pushed up tight against his naked groin. Six more rings were spread along his shaft, each progressive ring smaller than the ring below it. The last ring, under the mushroom shaped head of his cock was very small. That metal ring cut so deep into his cock that it was invisible except for the leather strap attached to it. A parachute harness hung from the man's scrotum. A simple ring hook, four or five inches long, was attached at the bottom. A number of Olympic style weight plates had been placed over the ring. His scrotum and testicles were stretched so far below his crotch that they scarcely appeared to be part of his body. Like the weights suspended from the man's tits, the weights hanging from his ball moved with his every breath. I glanced back at Annie. She smiled sweetly at me. "Enjoying the view Slut?" she asked. In abject terror, I struggled to voice a weak hoarse, "Yes Mommmy..." "Good little Slut. Now for my favor part," Annie said. Nodding her head, I looked back behind the man. In the darkness, I could make out a table of sorts. On the table there was sometime of apparatus...or machine. Now that I was looking at it, I could also make out the sound of an electric motor. "Take a good look bitch," Annie demanded. I felt the leather belt cut into the back of my thighs as she drove me closer. Now I was standing next to the man's ass. Like his ribcage, but many times worse, the man's ass was covered with welts. On a table behind his ass lay a reciprocating saw. The saw was strapped to the table. The trigger on the saw was clamped down so that it was running at about half speed. Instead of a saw blade, a metal bar extended from the machine. My eyes followed the bar, toward the man's ass. At the end of the saw bar, there protruded a large rubber dildo. In the dim light, the dildo looked black and very life like. The cock shaft, or what I could see of the shaft, was covered with lifelike veins and bulges. The cock shaft appeared about 8 to 10 inches in diameter. I guessed at the length of the dildo cock because I could see only a part of it. It appeared that the majority of the big rubber intruder was jammed up the man's ass, with only three or four inches sticking out. However, each back piston stroke of the saw would reveal about 6-inches of the thick latex cock, being pulled from the man's terrible stretched sphincter. Then, each forward stroke of the saw would ram that 6-inches of the cock back up his ass. The saw's speed was set such that the man was being fucked 2 or 3 times every second. I could see know, it was against this mechanical ass fucking that the man was struggle so hard no to move. In order to keep the alligator clips from cut off his nipples or the parachute harness from tearing off his sack, the man was fighting to remain as motionless to this relentless ass fucking. Having been ass fucked myself, I could understand the mechanics and the physical torture that he was suffering. On the one hand, the steady rapid mechanical ass fucking he was taking would make it almost impossible not to move. On the other hand, after being fucked for any duration of time, the body would naturally want to fuck back. It was obvious from the state of his cock that he was horny, aroused, and (albeit, perhaps reluctantly) physically taken by being fucked. Either way, his body was responding to the fucking. Yet every move was ripping his body apart. Annie guided me back to stand in front of the man. "This is my Great Dane," Annie said with a big smile. Although I did not have recognized the man by his face, hidden as it was by the grotesque mask, but I guessed as much. Poor Georgie, I thought. "Kneel," Annie ordered. Fearing another dose of the shock collar, I quickly knelt before the Dane. I was careful not to upset the bowl of blood; somehow knowing that doing so would be an inviolate mistake. The concrete floor was hard and cold beneath my knees. "Since you were so nice as to serve me, it seems only right that you should serve my man," Annie said. I knelt silently there, with the Dane hanging in front of me and Annie standing behind me. The belt came down hard on my shoulder, cutting the skin. "I asked you a question Slut. Are we going to have reinforce your training again," she said. Annie raised the transmitter. "No Mommy," I said. Quickly realizing my mistake, I said, "I mean, yes Mommy." Annie laughed at my confusion. It was just a trap. Either answer or no answer, all were wrong. She reached out one hand and grabbed my hair, pulling me back into her wet crotch. With the other hand she hit the transmitter button. The voltage was low, perhaps because she dare not spill the bowl of blood. None-the-less, the pain was sufficient. I went limp in her grasp. Once, twice, three times...Annie whipped the belt down on me. Being close to her body saved me from the worst of the blows. Two times the belt hit my thigh, the last blow caught be high on the right ass cheek. "Bitch!" Annie yelled, "Eat my man or suffer the consequences." I shuffled forward on my knees and tried to take his cock into my mouth. Dane's cock was long and the metal rod sticking out of his slit did allow me to place it in my mouth. All that I could do was wrap my lips around the swollen shaft. I ran my lips up and down the length of his cock. My teeth rattled against the metal rings. I licked my tongue around and over his big swollen mushroom shaped cock head. Dane's cock was a strange combination of hot and cold. Although the metal rings prevented Dane from ejaculating, they didn't stop the thick oozing gobs of cum that worked their way out of his cock and onto the metal rod. I used my lips to suck up all that ejaculate. The cum was hot, bitter tasting, salty and congealed in sticky clumps. I struggled to swallow the fetid effluent. Even as Dane's cum was hot, his cock was cold. Those same metal rings that so effectively restricted the blood flow in his erection, thereby maintaining a perpetual erection, also trapped the blood in his cock. Without free blood circulation his massive, swollen, grossly deformed cock was icy cold. If not for the hot cum that so profusely leaked from his cock head into my mouth, his cock would have seemed some deep purple lifeless dildo. As I ran my tongue around the head of Dane's cock, lapping up the thick discharge of gray cum, I felt an electrical shock. It was not a painful shock, like that from my neck shock collar, but rather like the sensation one get upon putting you tongue on contacts of a 9-volt battery. It took me a moment to identify the source of the shock. Tentatively extending my tongue onto Dane's cock head again, I received another shock when my tongue contacted the metal rod stilling out of his cock's slit. I glanced at Annie to see if she had noted my discovery. I found her smiling at me, standing next to the table with the electrical converter box. Her hand was on the rheostat dial and as I watched she turned the dial to a higher setting. The electrical stimulus that I felt in my tongue increased. A deep guttural groan escaped the Great Dane from behind his gag. Suddenly everything added up, the wires running from the metal rod to the electrical converter box, and the metal rod shoved deep into his cock. Dane was getting a steady stream of low-level electrical shock to his hard erect cock, just as he was getting a steady stream of big latex dildo up his ass from the reciprocating saw. After several minutes of licking and sucking the cum that was leaking from Dane's cock, I had cleaned it of most of his ejaculate. However, the constant stream of electrical stimulus generated a constant stream of leaking cum. It became clear that as long as he continued to ejaculate, I would never keep his cock completely clean. "Good job my little fucking Slut. You suck cock soooo well. You certainly seem to enjoy eating cum." Annie said with a huge grin. Turning to Dane, Annie reached down and gently lifted the weight hanging from his scrotum. Dane emitted a faint sound...almost like a sigh...of relief?...from behind his gag. Then Annie dropped the weight. A high pitch groan, almost like a dry throated scream came from Dane. Still looking into Dane's face, as if seeing behind the mask, Annie spoke to me. "You know, I give my great bid Dane a special "cock-tail". I give him a tablet of Viagra, a tablet of Levitra, and another of Cialis. Three pills, three times the fun." Turning to look at me, Annie said, "You know each had its benefits. Everyone talks about Viagra because it was the first, but the others are great too. Personally, I think the Viagra maintains his erection, but Levitra makes it bigger and Cialis makes it last for days. You know with the 36-hour Cialis that Daney and I can play this game all weekend. After I work his cock to an orgasm, his little pee-pee just gets hard all over again. Isn't that right Dane?" I don't think that the Dane could hear her with the headphones on, but he certainly could tell that she was standing next to him saying something. A staccato of mumbled word...please?...can spill forth from behind the gag. Annie stepped back. I heard the metallic rattle of the belt buckle as she raised the leather whip. With backhanded lashes she worked the belt up and down his torso. She concentrated the majority of the blows on his already welt-covered ass. "What was that Dane? I can't hear you. Speak up bitch!" Annie was thoroughly enjoying herself as she beat him, smiling broadly...showing off for me. After twenty or more blows, Annie was breathing heavily. I could make out the smell of her aroused sex, mixed with the stink of leather, sweat, cum and blood. Annie turned to me, and for a moment I thought that she might begin to beat me. Instead, she grabbed me by the hair and forced my head back. She kissed me, Frenching me. As her tongue worked its way around my mouth she seemed to savor the taste of my saliva and Dane's cum. "Do you like to fuck, Slut?" Annie asked me. "Yesss Mommmy," I answered shakingly. "Good, then I'm going to give a great fucking choice..." Annie paused and smiled. She really was enjoying the fear she was causing in me. She revealed in her control and power. "Your choice is...either you can fuck Dane...or Dane can fuck you...which will it be?" Annie asked with a seductive feminine intonation. I paused to think. I had no real desire to get ass fucked. True, in the last several months I had more than my share of being fucked up the ass by the girls and their toys. But this was different; this ass fucking would be with a real cock...another man's cock. On the other hand, I really didn't want to stick my cock up some guy's ass. Given the chance, I would have loved to fuck Marsha up the ass...in revenge for all the times she had ass fucked me, pissed on me, torture me, and (mostly) just because I hated the bitch. But, to fuck some guy... Annie tapped her foot. I sensed that my time was up. "Can't make up your mind? Oh my, I guess they both sound so good to a horny little bitch slut like you, don't they?" Annie said. She had me again. If I answered yes to the first half of the question, Annie use that yes for the second question. If I said no, she would do just the opposite. Ah, fuck her...I knelt at her feet feeling helpless. "Oh, don't worry. We'll let you do both then." Annie laughed. "On your knees Slut," she commanded. I dropped to my hands and knees. Annie raised my corset and began to remove my cock harness. She worked quickly, without any concern for the fact that my cock was bruised and raw from having been in bondage all day. As Annie stripped off the harness, my cock dropped from between my legs. As soon as the blood started to flow back into it, my cock began to become erect. The sensitive skin on the head of my cock brushed against the heavy lace covered satin of the corset. Shivers ran up my spine. Leaving me bend over on the floor, Anne stepped over to Dane. Without a bit of hesitation, she grabbed the metal rod protruding from the shaft of his cock and pulled. While there had been a couple of inches of the rod sticking out of the end of his penis, Annie now pulled 7 or 8 inches of the thin metal rod that had been rammed up its shaft. A large slug of cum came out of Dane's cock upon the removal of the rod. The cum shot across the room and landed on my ass. I felt the hot slimy mass slide down the crack of my ass. "Good shot Dane!" Annie cried. "No need for lubrication now!" Annie reached down and jammed two fingers up my ass. She grabbed the base of the steel dildo that was stuck up my sphincter and pulled. With a sticky suctions sound the long metal phallus was ripped from my ass. "Back up Slut," Annie told me. Shuffling back on hands and knees, I moved my ass toward Dane's waiting cock. "I said back bitch!" Annie cried and her wide leather belt came whipping down upon my exposed posterior. I scrambled back further. I felt the large roundish head of Dane's cock bump into my ass. On my hands and knees, his cock was too high to enter my rear. A second lash of Annie's belt connected with my ass. "Damn it bitch, mount him!" she demanded. I was forced to push my ass upward, ending up in a crabwalk position with my hands on the floor supporting me and my ass up in the air. I moved my ass up and down, back and forth until I had the mushroom head of his cock firmly against the crack of my ass. Knowing I had no alternative, I pushed myself backwards. Dane's cock head stretched my ass open, then popping inside me. Having worn the large metal dildo all day, my ass will already quite stretched. I continued to crabwalk backwards into Dane, driving his stiff erection deep inside of me. As I backed up, I had to used a series of thrust with my hips in order to impale myself on his erection. When I felt the bare skin of his groin, I knew that I had taken his cock fully up my ass. With Dane's cock stuck all the way in my ass, I felt that full heavy feeling in my lower abdomen. By now I had grown accustom to that feeling, the feeling of having something large stuffed up my ass and resting in my bowels. Cindy's Slut Ch. 12 I waited for Dane to begin fucking me. Instead the belt began to rip into the naked flesh of my bare ass. "What the fuck are you waiting for? I told you to fuck him. He certainly can't fuck you.... you stupid bitch!" Annie screamed at me. Even as the belt began to cut welts into my naked flesh, I began to pump my hip, thrusting my ass up and down on Dane's cock. "Fuck him...fuck him!" Annie cried and she whipped me and drove me onto Dane's cock. Being fucked by Dane's cock did not feel all that different from getting fucked by a dildo. Dane's cock certainly was no larger than Marsha's favorite black phallus. As I thrust my hips back and forth, riding his cock, I guessed that he was no more than 8-inches long and 6-inches around. What I did notice were the metal rings and the leather strap that were bound upon his cock. Each time a ring was pushed or pulled past my sphincter, I felt a slight popping. As I fucked his cock, the leather strap, that connected the rings and ran along the top of his cock shaft, rubbed cruelly against the top of my asshole. As Annie increased the pace of her beating, I increased the base of my fucking. Soon I was sweating and panting, concentration on maintaining a tempo of hip thrusts and knee flexes. The heavy weight hanging from Dane's testicles was slamming back and forth against the back of my thighs. As the tempo increased, the weights began to swing all the way up between my legs, slamming into my own balls. It was difficult breathing bent over, but apparently not as difficult as Dane was finding it. Even over my own labored breathing, I could hear the wheezing sounds of Dane fighting for air through his gag. With the waist cincher Dane was unable to fully inhale and expand his lungs. Instead, his breathing came in a series of short gasps, the sound modified by the rubber gag rammed into his mouth. I'm sure that we were both close to passing out by the time Dane began to climax. I thing the only thing that saved me was the fact that my head was hanging down, keeping blood to my brain. I felt Dane's cock stiffen even more in ass as he began to climax. Although it must have hurt him terribly, Dane began to try to thrust his hips with mine, fighting to drive his cock hard into my ass. I felt the hot shot of cum fill my ass as he came. As I continued to work my ass onto his cock, fucking him, I could feel my guts being filled with all his thick hot cum. More and more he filled my ass, until finally I could feel his cum being pumped out of my ass and down my legs as he fucked me. As Dane came in my ass, I could feel my own cock aching to orgasm. However, there was just not enough tactile contact with my cock to achieve ejaculation. Instead, I found myself thrust my hips into dead space, seeking any contact or relief for my cock. Lost in the heat of intercourse, I had lost recognition of the beating that my ass was taking from Annie. It wasn't until Dane had completed his ejaculation and was no longer thrusting back into my fucks that I came back to my senses. Only then did I notice that the belt was still beating a steady rhythm, laying a criss-cross pattern of welts across my ass, thighs, and lower back. As I sagged to the floor and Dane's cock pulled out of my ass, Annie went ballistic. "God damn it! I didn't tell you to stop fucking him!" Annie cried. "If you can't fuck his right, then by god clean his cock! Eat it god damn it! Eat it!" she screamed. Annie began to whip the belt all over my body. Blows rained on my head, back, arms, ass...anywhere and everywhere she could reach with the leather strap. Ducking, clawing, trying to protect my face, I scrambled around and thrust my mouth around Dane's twitching cock. Bobbing my head back and forth, I wrapped my lips around this cock shaft and sucked as hard as I could. I could taste the sweat of our bodies, the bitter salty flavor of his cum, and the slime of my ass. I gagged, but Annie's beating drove me on and I sucked and swallowed as hard as I could. I tried not to breath. I tried not to vomit as my nose and mouth were filled with the fetid, rank, putrid smells and tastes of my shit and cum cocktail. I must have sucked his cock for 10 or 15 minutes. By the time I was done, Annie had exhausted her voice and her arm. My knees were sore and raw from the concrete floor. "Get up Slut," Annie commanded. I slowly let Dane's cock slide from my mouth. Even after the climax in my ass and all the cum I had sucked from his cock, dribbles of ejaculate still seeped from his cock. The metal rings and the cock enhancing drugs were doing their work; Dane's cock was still hard as rock and stiff as steel. Annie handed me another glass of her special wine. I drank it greedily. It quenched my thirst and washed the fetid taste from my mouth. "Get around behind him," Annie said. Still and sore, I shuffled back to stand behind Dane. Annie reached over and flipped the breaker on a surge protector. The reciprocating saw gave one last thrust and went still. Annie grabbed the table and, in one swift motion, ripped the saw's dildo from Dane's ass. "Climb aboard bitch," Annie told me. I dare not hesitate, no matter how tired and sore I was. I moved behind Dane. I took one ass check in each hand and positioned the head of my cock against his asshole. Even before I entered him, I could feel the sweet heat radiating from his ass. With the head of my cock at his asshole, I pushed my hips forward. The head of my cock slipped in the sweat and slime of his ass. Again, I used my hand to pry his ass checks apart. I moved the head of my cock against the opening of his ass. I grabbed his waist with my hands, one on each side holding onto his waist cincher. Then I leaned forward and thrust hard with my hips. The big mushroom head of my cock popped past his sphincter. An inch or so of my cock shaft went in his ass. I tightened my grip on his waist and thrust again. Even after all of the machine fucking his ass had, he was still tight. The 8-inch girth of my cock was significantly greater than the dildo that had been fucking him earlier. It took me five long hard thrust before I had buried all 10 inches of my cock in his ass. It felt surprisingly good. Sure, I was incredibly horny. I had not gotten off for several days and yet during those intervening days, I had constantly been involved with sex...mostly eating pussies. Now, at last, my hard hot cock was stuck in a wet dark hole. With the waist cincher, the firm hard ass, and the darkness of the room, I could imagine my hands around the waist of some babe and my cock in her tight twat. I could feel my nuts draw up into my scrotum. I drew my cock out, until only the head and an inch or so of the shaft were still in his ass. I pause, savoring the feeling, and then I thrust forward, driving my cock in all the way to the hilt. I was rewarded with a deep grunt from Dane. I felt the very breath driven out of him. The weights on his testicles began to sway. On impulse, I reached up and felt the alligator clips and weights on his nipples. I raised them with my hand...then let them drop again. Dane's grunt turned into a sickly groan. I pulled my cock back out of his ass again. But this time, before I had taken more than and inch or two, I felt a hard hand slammed between my shoulder bladed. "You are a kinky fucker aren't you? You enjoy hurting people? Well so do I." Annie said. Then, with one hand, she reached down and spread my ass checks. With the other hand, Annie shoved the saw-mounted dildo up my ass. Now it was my turn to groan. The dildo was only about 8-inches long and 6-inches around, but it was wickedly curved upward and covered with ridges and bristles. Anne pushed the evil rubber intruder tightly and completely into my ass. Then she turned it on! Being fucked by the saw was unlike any ass fucking that I had taken. Even though the saw was operating at half speed, the rate at which the faux cock rammed in and out of my ass was breath taking. I was so overwhelm by the fucking my ass was getting, I forgot to fuck Dane...at least until Annie began to whip my ass with the belt again, yelling "Fuck him...fuck him now!" My intent to fuck Dane hard and slow was quickly replace with the rhythm of the fast hard ass fucking I was getting. I quickly found that I could not fuck Dane as fast as I was being fucked, so I compensated by taking longer, deeper fucks. After the long, frustrating day, the fuck felt so good. I no longer care who I was fucking...all I knew, all I cared about was fucking...sinking my aching cock into some tight hole.... fucking...fucking. I was on my tiptoes, holding Dane tightly by the waist, slamming my cock into him. I could feel my cum rising up from my blue nuts. I was sweating, grunting, fucking! As my climax approached, Annie reached down and turned up the speed of the saw. Suddenly my ass was being torn apart. The twisted, curved dildo that had been only uncomfortable before as it thrust upward into my ass, now began to rip me apart. "AARRRRRHHHH," I screamed. In response, I heard Annie laugh. She turned the speed of the saw up even higher. I tried to raise one leg and climb up onto Dane. With my cock deep in his ass, this was impossible. I screamed again. I clawed at Dane. I twisted. I tried to get my cock out of his ass and escape the one up my ass. I no longer cared about orgasming. Now I only want to get away. There was no way out. The ridges and bristles on the latex dildo tore the soft wet flesh of my asshole. I was screaming, begging, fighting to get off that shaft up my ass. Annie was laughing uncontrollable. I had my legs wrapped around Dane's waist. I had my arms up around his shoulders, desperately clinging to his back. I had my cock buried as deeply in has ass as I could, trying to get as far forward and away from the dildo tearing into my ass as possible. My throat was hoarse from screaming. The speed at which the dildo was slamming into my ass was such that my teeth were clattering. I don't know how long it went on. I knew I couldn't take any more. I could envision my asshole, torn and ripped like some old whore cunt's...pussy lips stretched and hanging like tattered scabies. At some point I passed out. When I woke up, I was back on the couch. My corset was gone and I was wearing one of my half-cup bras, French cut panties, garter and nylons. The metal paper clips were still on my nipples. I tired to sit up. A pain shot up through my ass that caused me to collapse. Annie sat next to me. "Shhhh," she whispered. "Its all over...for now," she said. She gave me a glass to drink. By now I didn't care, I drank whatever she gave me. The drink was cold and sweet. It taste of sugar...alcohol...and blood. I hesitated. "Drink it all down, its good for you." I drank it. I did feel better. "Sit up," Annie said, and she helped me. I gingerly moved to a sitting position and swung my legs over, onto the floor. My cock was back in its harness, strapped up between my legs. With my cock between my legs, it provided some protection for my torn asshole. I did not look forward to the pain I knew I would be feeling. "Here, take this VCR over to Cindy. I'm sure she and the girls will enjoy it. I forgot to give it to her when she brought over your clothes (motioning to the lingerie I was now wearing). Tell her I'll stop by tomorrow." Annie said with a smile. She took me by the hand. I struggled to my feet. My legs felt weak. My knees were bruised. My back, legs and ass burned and were covered with a web of welts. I swayed on my stilettos. Annie led me to the door. She stopped and took my face in her hands. She kissed my soft and full on the lips. "Now thank Mommy before you leave," Annie said. "Thank you Mommy, I croaked. Annie opened the door and I wandered out into the pre-dawn light. As I weaved around the fence and through the parking lot, I didn't care who saw me. All I knew was that I had to get home...I had to get back to Cindy... All I could do was hope and pray, that this Halloween nightmare was finally over. Cindy's Slut Ch. 13 Ch. 13 - Preday Training I had just gotten done with my workout and was back home taking a shower when I heard the telephone ring. I dropped the soap and made a mad, naked wet dash to pick up the call before the third ring. Those were Cindy's, well actually all the "girls'" rules. When I picked up the telephone it was Friane on the other end. "Hi Slut, how you doing?" She sounded so sweet and innocent. I could picture her stunningly beautiful face, that long soft flowing tawny blonde hair, those mouthwatering pointy little tits, those deep brown eyes. My cock became hard. "Just taking a shower Mistress," I replied. I glanced back at the trail of water I had left behind. "Well get dressed and go pick up Cory and Bob. Be at the apartment by 7:00. Don't be late", Friane chuckled as she spoke that last part of her message. I glanced at the clock. I felt the dread in the pit of my stomach. It was nearly 6:20 now. Cory lived in the north end of town. Bob lived across the river. It would be nearly impossible to get both of them and reach the apartment in 40 minutes. I knew what would happen to me if I were late... As I rummaged through the dresser draw, I put in a speed dial to Cory. I hoped the cop was a home...it occurred to me as I called that he might be on duty! If that was the case, I was fucked...or would be...literally. I grabbed a fire red pair of French cut panties and a matching padded plug-line bra. It took me a longer time to find a matching garter and silk stockings. Pressing the phone to my ear, I pulled the stockings up. Shit! About halfway up the second stocking, the callused skin of my hands snagged the material. A small run appeared. Shit, shit shit! I didn't have time to go looking for another pair. I could only hope that none of the girls noticed the run when I got to the apartment. Cory answered on the second ring. Good man, I thought. "I've got to pick you up immediately. We've got to be at the apartment in less than 40 minutes," I blurted out. "I just got off duty, there's no way I can be ready," Cory said. I noted the tone of panic in his voice. I could certainly relate to his fear. I knew that if we were late, each of our respective girlfriends would take primary responsibility for punishing us. I knew that Cindy would be hard on me, and I knew that Friane would be hard on Bob. But Marsha...she was the devil's bitch. During the past four months, Marsha had taken extreme pleasure in subjecting me to kinky punishments. She loved make me eat her out and then drink her piss. When she fucked my ass, she always used the biggest, most twisted dildo she could find. There was no mercy in her...only burning dominant masochistic perversions. Cindy had begun to get tired of Marsha abusing me so bad. More than once in the past few weeks, Cindy had interceded in Marsha's abused. Unfortunately, Marsha had not taken this politely. On the surface, she may have deferred to Cindy, but each time afterward that she got me back under her control; she made me pay for the interference. I believe that the only thing that had saved me from permanent physical damage was that Marsha had gotten Cory as her own slut-slave. Now, most of her worst, diabolic deviations were subjected onto him. I knew if we were late that Cory would suffer true abominations! At the same time, even as Cindy was the "leader" of the girls, as her "slut" I was the "leader" of us bitches. I was not about to take any shit from Cory, especially if it meant getting my ass kicked for his lateness. "God damn it Cory, just get your fucking clothes on. Then take your cop car and zip down to the north end of the alley behind the apartment. I'll pick you up there at ten-to. Don't be late," I said. Cory knew that if he were late, I'd just leave him behind. Better to be on time with two of us bitches then late with all three. I pulled my jeans on over the stockings and up my legs, trying to adjust the tight denim so that the garters didn't show. Not that it really helped. Anyone that looked could clearly see the garter tab. Just as any looking closely could see the bra under my shirt. I might have well formed pecs, but the padded bra defined gave my chest the look of tits, not muscles. I called Bob as I headed out the door. He picked up on the first ring. Of the three of us bitches, Bob was truly the most submissive. One would have thought for a big guy that he would have held up to the abuse better. Unfortunately, Bob had a rather low pain threshold. Once I heard Bob's "Hello", I blurted out my commands. "Be dressed in ten minutes. We have to be at the apartment. Meet me outside by the driveway." I knew I didn't have to stress the "don't be late part." Nine minutes later, I slide my car to the curb at Bob's apartment. He was already waiting. The traffic was slow going back across the bridge. Another fifteen minutes were burned before I got to Cory's cruiser. I slowed the car, but didn't come to a stop. Cory swung into the car on the roll and I hit the gas. I shot down the alley and into the girls' parking area behind the apartment at ten-minutes too. We piled out of the car and were at the rear door with time to spare. Marsha met us at the back door. I could almost see the disappointment in her evil fucking face that we were not late. The three of us, eyes cast down, shuffled up the stairs past her. As we walked in, Marsha called out, "We'll be starting in just a few minutes." I glanced back to see that she was directed her remarks to Anne. See my looking back, Annie smiled at me. She gave a wave to Marsha and a wink to me. "Thanks, we'll be right over," Annie called back. "My room," Marsha commanded. Meekly, the three of us guys headed to Marsha's bedroom. We stripped off our street clothes, carefully folding them in piles and stacking them along the wall. I looked at Cory. He was wearing a lavender silk and lace corset. His panties matched perfectly, but his stockings were a shade darker. Trouble I thought.. Marsha demanded perfection. I looked over at Bob. He was already sweating, wet spots showing long the underside of his ivory bra cups. His ivory panties were pulled up high on his hips, over a matching garter. His ivory stocking matched well. With a shake of my head, I lead the way to the living room. The three girls were reclined on the couch, dressed in asian silk robes. Cindy was in deep blue, matching her eyes. Her long blonde hair fell down the lapels of her rope. The front of her robe was open just enough to give a clear view of her deep 34-D cleavage. Her hips were thrust forward, her knees splayed apart. Her upper thighs were exposed, but the covered her lower torso. Marsha was sitting to Cindy's right, her maroon robe thrown open, her right hand busy frigging her cunt. Her 36-C tits rose and fell with her already labored breathing. In her left hand she was holding a half-burn joint. Rings of smoke floated up around her silky brown hair. Friane was dressed in a black robe, trimmed in gold. Her long flowing hair caressed her beautiful elliptical face. Like Cindy, her robe was open at the legs, but Friane had her naked shaven snatch clearly showing. Her cunt looked wet and inviting. Friane was downing the last drops of her tequila shooter. "Nice of you boys to drop by," Cindy said with a sweet seductive voice. Cindy looked at me and licked her lips. I immediately fell to my knees between her legs and moved my head to her cunt. I dropped my head under the veil of her robe and found began licking my way up her leg to her pussy. The head aroma of her sex was trapped beneath the material of the robe. I inhaled deeply as my tongue found her slit. Like a puppy, I licked her cunt from bottom to top, filling my mouth with her heavy sweet juices. I thrust my tongue into her narrow vaginal opening, probing her cunt. Using my tongue like a tiny cock, I fucked in and out of her vagina. Cindy sighed and leaned further back. "Give me that fucking joint, you boggart," Cindy said to Marsha. Marsha handed the joint to Cindy, at the same time berating Cory. "God damn it you faggot fucking pussy. Get on your fucking knees and get busy," Marsha demanded. Marsha placed a half effort kick at Cory's crotch. She didn't connect, not that it would have mattered. With his cock and balls tightly bound back between his legs, it would have been difficult at best for Marsha to hit his shriveled penis. Friane simply said, "Now" to Bob. The big ruddy bitch dropped between Friane's legs and had in head on her cunt even before Cory got to his knees. Marsha was not happy. That her bitch had not performed as well as I and Bob, set her off. She immediately began to berate Cory, finding fault with his oral ministrations, his choice of lingerie, (and I had guessed) his un-matched stockings. It never took much to set Marsha off. I think she looked for reasons to punish us sluts. With her hands free of the joint (now protruding from Cindy's pretty red lips), Marsha leaned over the edge of the couch and picked up a fiberglass rod. She began to beat Cory across the back. Cindy and Friane lay back and enjoyed their cunnilingus, watching as Marsha beat Cory. Cindy snickered and elbowed Friane. Friane took the joint from Cindy and began to giggle. Cindy's giggles gave way to a series of deep-throated moans. She raised her hips and pushed her cunt harder into my face. The tempo of her hip thrust increased and I could sense she was about to climax. I opened my mouth and used my lips to suck her entire vagina into my mouth. I sucked hard. Her labia pressed tightly again my mouth, such that I created a vacuum. When she came, her heavy sweet quip was pumped directly into my throat. Like toking a joint, I used small hard sucking motions to pull her heady cum into my mouth. Cindy arched her back and mashed her cunt hard into my face. I was careful not to let my teeth hitting her thrusting pubic bone. "Faster," I heard Friane command Bob. Seeing Cindy's climax prompted Friane to press for her own. I heard a slapping sound and then a whimpering from Bob. As I continued to suck Cindy's cunt dry, gently flicking my tongue up against her clit the way she liked it, I could hear Friane's breathing become labored. Friane's rapid breathing gave way to a tight, throaty moan...."Yes, yes, yes...fuck me bitch...fuckkkkkkk meeeee." I felt Friane move on the couch. In my mind's eye I could envision her slamming her cunt into Bob, grinding her cunt in small circles against his thrusting face. It was an imagine that I had experienced many times...time when it was my face between her legs...my tongue thrusting into her gaping slit...my tongue eating her thick creamy quip... Cindy gave me a slapping cuff across the back of my head, bringing me back to reality, reminding me to focus my attentions to the cunt in my mouth. I began to work on Cindy's clit again, taking her to one of the many orgasms that I knew she would demand before the night was done. Marsha came next. Her very vocal, profane fuselage announcing the fact. I heard Cory grunt as the severity of the beating corresponded to Marsha's orgasm. "Fuck...fuck...you fucking bitch...you god damn fucking cunt...eat me bitch....you fucking slut...you worthless god damn fucking bitch...." As Marsha verbally berated the slut between her legs, she beat him mercilessly with the fiberglass rod. As I continued to eat Cindy's sweet pussy, lapping around her labia and sucking her juices, I cringed at the muffled groans coming from Cory. I knew exactly what he was suffering; having been in the same place may times. I knew the hard thing fiberglass rod would be cutting into his flesh, ripping deep gashes and welts into the naked skin. A shudder went through me. I brought Cindy to four more climaxes, during which time it sounded like Marsha and Friane had about three more each. I heard Marsha say, "Time to switch." Cindy groan, reluctantly it seemed to me, then pushed back on my shoulders. I pulled my head out from under her rope. The seducible sweet dank dark that I had been lost in between her thighs was replaced by the dimly lite aura of the living room. The heady smell of quim and cunt were replaced with the smell of marijuana. As I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light, I felt Cindy thrust a bong into my face. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the smoke. My head began to spin. I heard Cindy snicker and looked up to see her tweaking her left nipple. She smiled, pulled the bong away and nodded her head toward Friane. I bowed my head and crawled to the right. I moved my head into Friane's crotch and she eagerly thrust her cunt onto my mouth. Time was a matter of orgasm. I was between Friane's legs for a time indeterminable, measured only by the three orgasms that I brought her to. Ahh, my secret love...my beautiful, seductive Friane. I worshiped her cunt with my tongue even as I secretly worshiped her lithe seductive body, her perfect tits, her goddess like face. I relish each mouthful of her sweat thick quim. All too soon, it was my turn to eat Marsha. As I crawled over to Marsha, I chanced to glance up at her face. Her hair was disheveled. Sweat stood out from her face, down her neck and across her heaving breast. She smiled back down at me...an evil, sadistic grimace. I saw the fiberglass rod rise. I heard it cut the air. I dove my head down between her legs, even as the thin reed tore into my flesh. Marsha sighed softly as she heard the groan that rose from me. Time...again, I can only guess. Twenty, thirty minutes? All I know if that I eat Marsha with all my skill and talent. Not because I lusted after her any more than my sweet Cindy or my lovely Friane. No...only because Marsha used her rod to drive me to perform. After bringing her to two orgasms, the beatings eased. By the time I had brought her to the fourth orgasm, the rod was more-or-less beating a simply rhythm across my flesh...keeping time to her swelling climaxes. "Time girls," I heard Cindy say. Marsha emitted a disappointed sigh, but then pushed my head away from her crotch. The three of us sluts knelt between the girls' legs as shot glasses of tequila were filled and the bong was reloaded. Then, for several precious minutes, the six of us shared liquor and pot. As I knelt between Marsha legs, I looked into her face. As she serviced me with tequila and pot, she continued to give me her sickly sweet evil grin. Finally, Friane said, "time to go to bed." The three girls got up. I began to stand, only to have Marsha deliver a kick to my ribs. "On your knees bitch. No one told you to get up," she said. The girls walked toward the bedrooms. The three of us sluts crawled along side them. This time the girls lead us to Cindy's bedroom. The room was dimly lit with candles. Incenses hung heavy in the air. "Get on the bed, on you hands and knees," Cindy demanded. "Heads together, your asses to the edges of the bed." I bumped heads with Cory as we climbed onto the mattress. I glanced to my right looking at Bob. He was visible shaking. "Heads down, bitches," Marsha said. Looking down into the quilt, I felt someone move around behind me. I knew what was coming. I felt the cold goo being spread over my asshole. Then I felt the dildo being pushing into my sphincter. The slow steady rhythm of being ass fucked. The ass fucking went on for what seemed like hours. Each girl would fuck her designated slut for several minutes, then switch places. Sometimes the girl fucking you would tease you cock. Other times they would spank your ass. One girl put nipple clips on us as she took her turn to ass fuck us. The girls used different dildos. The first circuit, each girl used about the same size, shape and textured dildo...a smooth latex cock about 9" long and maybe about 4" around. The second round, each girl used a different dildo. Some were textured, some were rigid, some were curved...but all were bigger. By the time the second round of ass fucking was being completed, I heard someone coming into the room. I hear Annie greet the girls. She apologized for being late, but apparently her husband, the Dane, had to have a "session" in her basement dungeon before they came over. Anne slapped me on the ass and told me to move over. The Dane slide in between Bob and I. The third round of assfucking began. This time the assfucking dildos were huge. By now my ass was had been stretched wide...but even so, the new dildos stretched the limits. Each time my ass was fucked, it seemed the dildo was bigger than the last. With my face down in the quilt, I had no idea which girl was fucking my ass at any one time. All I knew was each time a new dildo tore into my ass, I cried out. Each time the fucking stopped and the dildo was removed, my ass felt like an empty void, a soiled crater. Each time another huge faux cock replaced its predecessor. Four girls...four huge cock...four more ass fucks. By the time the third round was done, I was covered with sweat, panting, racked with pain. Instead of becoming numb to the ass fucking, the cock were now so huge that each new fuck tore my a "new asshole". Cindy, Marsha and Friane were worn out by the end of the third round of ass fucking us. The three of them went back to the living room for some more drink and pot. Anne said that she want to play some more, having missed the earlier "fun". The other three girls told her to go for it. When the three girls had left, Annie told us to get up. She had us line up along the bed. Then using her massive dildo, she went up and down the line ass fucking us. She would fuck one of us in the ass for several strokes, then pull the big cock out and move down the line to fuck the next. After about another 30 minutes of this, we four sluts were reduced to a line of moaning, sweat covered anal orifices. As Annie was fucking my ass for the umpteenth time, I glanced up to see the three girls standing in the doorway. They were passing a joint back and forth. My eyes meet Friane's. She smiled and licked her lips, reaching down to finger her twat, as if to say, "Yah baby, fuck that pussy." It was Cindy that finally spoke. "Its getting late and we have an early morning tomorrow. Time to get some sleep." Annie pulled the huge cock out of my ass. It popped out with a sickly sound. My ass felt empty and cold where the big monster had been. I leaned on my elbow, hanging on the edge of the bed. Cindy walked up behind me. "Hold still," she said. What I felt next was nearly indescribable. First, I felt a massive glob of Vaseline being shoved into my gapping hole. Next I felt Cindy inserting three fingers into my ass. Then a fourth finger. Then she began to twist her hand, forcing her hand up my ass. When she hit the knuckles, my ass resisted. Stretched as I was...small as her hand was...it was still larger than anything that had ever intruded into my sphincter before. I cried out, "Oh, god...no...!" My cries were soon drown out by the cries of the other three bitches. I raised my head to see each of the girls fucking their respective slut up the ass with their hands. My eyes locked on Marsha and Cory. Marsha was using her knees to pry his legs apart, using the full strength of her arm to ram her fist up his ass. Marsha's eyes meet mine and she laughed. "Having fun Slut?" As she said this, Marsha half knelt and rammed her hand up Cory's ass, as if she were delivering an anal upper cut. By now, Cindy had her hand fully up my ass. New waves of sweat and pain washed over me as she rotated and twisted her hand deep in my bowels. With her left hand, Cindy reached down and began to masturbate me. A mix of nausea sweep through me. I felt light headed. My head came up and I found myself looking at Friane. She tilted her head, pursed her lips, and gave me a faux look of pity. "Oh, you poor little thing...does that hurt?" she said. I had no doubt she directed the question to me. A deep sense of total abject humiliation filled me. My hung my head in shame, biting my tongue...stifling the groan of pain that fought to escape my lips. Cindy's Slut Ch. 13 Pain...pleasure...ass fucked by Cindy's hand....watched by secret lover and my hated nemesis....degraded along with my fellow slut slaves.....I felt my orgasm begin. It rose deep in my balls....I could feel it about to burst from my cock...my breathing was rapid...labored... OH GOD... Cindy stopped stroking my cock. Instead, she grabbed my ball and squeezed as hard as she could. I found myself thrusting into open air. With her hand up my ass she kept me from rubbing my cock against the bed. She held me up...her hand in my ass...held me there as the waves racked my body... until the waves passed...until the climax passed...until I was left groaning....moaning...begging "Oh god....please Cindy...PLEAAASSSEEE..." I screamed! I was dying...oh god...I couldn't stand it any more. My knees went weak.... OH GOD...SAVE ME! Cindy held tightly to my testicles. She used her knees to force me onto my shoulders, keeping me from making contact with the bed with my cock. My poor swollen distended cock....strapped back between my legs in the cruel leather harness. I broke...I cried...tears streaming down my face. I wasn't alone. The other three guys were in similar condition. The girls stood above their bitches...enjoying their dominance. The girls began to take their hands...their arms, from out of our asses. Four humiliated sluts left sprawled over the edge of the bed. Moments later, each of the girls...the women...the dominatrixs were behind us. Now they began to drive anal plugs up our asses. The plugs were relatively short, perhaps 6" inches long...but as large around as a football. I knew the huge plug could never fit in my ass. I knew it as well as the fact that my cock was falling off. Cindy kept twisting and pushing the slab of latex against my sphincter. I cried out...I begged...this was something I could not do...and I would do anything for my sweet Cindy. Even as I begged and pleaded, Cindy drove on. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the back of my hair. "SHUT THE FUCK UP SLUT...TAKE THE GOD DAMN PAIN AND TAKE THIS UP YOUR ASS!" The tone of her voice was so harsh...so startling...that it forced me into silence. I think her outburst so shocked the rest of the bitches...it was so out of character with sweet, quiet Cindy...that for a while all was silent...no sound except the staining grunts of the four women forcing the arcane objects into our asses. I bit down on my tongue. I tried to force myself to relax...to submit...to take the giant latex intruded into my bowels. I strained. It hurt... "Good bitches. Just like giving birth...but backwards," I heard Marsha say. Just then I felt a tremendous pop and the flared base of the anal plug pushed past my sphincter. I felt the wide base of the foreign object resting against my ass checks. It was over. I felt Cindy relax her efforts. "Time for bed bitches. It's an early morning tomorrow!" Cindy said with a smirk. Marsha and Annie headed to Marsha's bedroom. Cindy and Friane climbed into bed together. Bob and I curled up at the foot of Cindy's bed. We were tired, beat and we tried to sleep. But, the enormous ass plug hurt so bad that sleep seemed impossible. Also, the sweet sounds of Cindy and Friane making love in the bed above us weren't helping. Oh dear God, what had become of us.... Cindy's Slut Ch. 14 Ch. 14 - Turkey Day The sun was just peeking through the curtains as I awoke. Cindy and Friane were already getting dressed. Through blurry eyes, I watched them put on their clothes. I thought that I was mistaken, as they were putting on camo t-shirts and pants. I could see the nipples through the tight t-shirts...obviously no bras. The sun was shining through the window by now. The bright light hurt my blood shot eyes. I started to sit up and then fell the pain shoot through me. I had momentarily forgotten about the huge anal plug that the girls had left stuck up my ass from last night. About that time, Ben woke up. He also uttered a small cry of anguish as he moved to a sitting condition. It was apparent that his ass plug was just as painful as mine. The noise brought the attention of the two girls. "Good morning men...or should I say "meat". Friane broke out into a fit of giggles as she said this. Why she thought this was so funny, I didn't know...but I dread that I soon would. "To the kitchen meat," Cindy said, grinning back at Friane. Ben and I got slowly to our feet. We waddled into the kitchen, the enormous anal plugs making walking almost impossible. We found Annie, Marsha, Cory and Dane already in the kitchen. Like Cindy and Friane, Annie and Marsha were dressed in camo. Dane was still naked, like Ben and myself, but Cory was already dressed in his police uniform. As we reached the table, Marsha turned to Cory and said, "Help get these three dressed." She went back to smoking her joint. Marsha handed the joint to Annie, who also toked up. Then the joint went to Cindy and Friane. It seemed that the girls were getting an early buzz. I glanced back at Cory and watched as he strapped Danes wrist up to his armpits. When he finished with Dane, he did the same to Ben and then me. When he was done, he paused to look to his mistress Marsha for approval and further instructions. The three of us guys stood there, naked with our arms bound up like ...wings. I tried to move my arm and found that all I could do was kind of flap it up and down. This seemed a bad omen. "Ok, get on with it," Marsha told Cory. He reached down onto the table and opened a grocery bag. He took out three ball gags, three large red clown noses, and three feather dusters. He picked out the gag and looked at me. His expression was one of sad knowing regret. My groggy mind began to register the full situation. OMG...Thanksgiving...turkey day... In a few minutes three "man-turkeys" stood around the table. Each of us had a ball gag firmly strapped into our mouths. The big red clown noses covered most of our faces, giving us some ambiguity. Annie had left to her house and now returned with a steaming platter of turkey...or as closer examination revealed...turkey drumsticks. As she put the plate on the table, Friane ordered, "Bend over the table Turkey men." Being perhaps the best "trained" of the three, I bent over immediately. Dane was right behind me, while Ben lagged. A hard slap up along side his face by Friane drove the hesitation from him. The three of us stood...or more correctly bent., over the big oak table. Each of our respective women walked around behind us. "Spread those turkey legs," Marsha shouted. As we bent and spread out legs, Marsha directed Cory, "Hey asshole. You're a cop. Make them assume the position." Cory walked around the table, kicking our legs out, forcing them as wide as we could go, forcing us to fall onto the table. When we were sufficiently spread, each of our girls pulled the large anal plugs from our asses. The pain of having the huge rubber plug torn from my ass was almost as bad as when it went in. Having held the big ass plug in my butt all night, my ass had become accustom to being filled by the massive intruder. It took a considerable effort for my petite little Cindy to pry the mass of slimy rubber from my ass. With a good deal of grunting, from both of us, the big shitter finally popped out of me. The sensation left behind was one of thankfulness that the pain was gone and one of being left with a vast empty void. Luckily?...the void didn't remain long. Each girl took one of the big greasy turkey drumsticks and... well, in a matter of moments we were true "turkey men". The turkey leg was buried in my ass, with only the very end of the bone protruding from my sphincter. The meat felt softer than the hard rubber anal plug. The meat was still warm from the oven. Immediately after ramming the turkey legs up our asses, the women jammed the feather dusters up our asses. Now the three of us guys had nice feather tails. "Time to rock," Cindy said. She pulled me upright and led me by the "wing" to the back door. As I hesitate, she jerked the arm and glared up at me. "Don't start that shit now Jonnie, its going to be a long enough day as it is. Move it." Cindy gave me a tug toward the door as she said this. The three girls lead their three bare ass naked turkeys out to the parking area. Instead of being put in Cindy or Marsha's cars, we were pushed into the back of Dane's pickup. Cory and Marsha climbed into his squad car. November is cold in Minnesota. The girls threw an old tarp over us. The three girls climbed into the cab and the truck hit the street. Us three guys huddled under the tarp. The bed of the truck was dirty and cold. Minutes later the truck came to a stop. The tarp was pulled of us and Annie ordered us out of the truck. I glanced around. We were standing near a covered atrium. It took a moment or two to deduce where we were. As I looked around, I saw the river, the trees, and I recognized the park. Annie, Friane and Cindy stood before us, their nipples clearly straining against their T-shirts in the cold November morning. Each woman held a paintball rifle. Cindy reached out and wrapped her warm hand around my cold shriveled cock. "You cold turkey boy?" she asked with a big smile. She released my cock and put her hand on her tit, tweaking the hard nipple. "Me too!" she said with a grin. "Ok, you've got a 5 minute head start. If you can get your fucking turkey asses to the main gate before we shoot your asses, you're free for thanksgiving. Cory is waiting at the gate in his cruise. But, if we shoot your naked little assholes before you get there, your meat for the holiday! Understand bitches?" Annie queried. I wasn't sure what she meant by "meat for the holiday", but I could guess. All I was concerned about was the part that said, "Free for Thanksgiving". When none of us turkeys said anything, Annie looked at Cindy. Cindy spoke into a small walkie-talkie. "Birds on the loose," she said. Then looking at us, winking at me, she said, "Run you fucking birds!" I took off as fast as I could. The snow was cold on my feet and the turkey drumstick up my ass made running difficult at best. I glanced back and saw that Dane was running toward the river. Behind me I saw Ben following me. "Get the fuck out of here!" I yelled at him. "Split up!" The run to the main gate must have been almost a mile. It was a blur of snow and trees. The girls were behind us almost immediately... so much for a five-minute head start. As I ran through the woods, I dodged and weaved. I didn't try to run straight for Cory's car. Dane did. It was a mistake. I saw him go down, as I broke right. Slipping in the snow, there was no way that he was going to outrun the girls. The three women closed on him in a heartbeat. I heard him cry and watched as they riddled him with shots. I could hear the hard splat shout as the paint balls slammed into his naked body. He must have been hit by a dozen shots. The three girls left him lying in the snow, covered with red, yellow and green paint. I was weaving around a pile of picnic table when I heard Friane yell, "There he goes." For a minute I thought they might have meant me. Clamping my ass cheeks together, ignoring the pain, I put on a burst of speed. A moment later I heard Ben's screams. I heard the shouts of glee from the girls. Ben was gone. I saw the squad car. I broke from the wood and ran toward the vehicle. I was almost there. As I leapt the wheel stops and started to cross the parking lot. I saw Cory sitting behind the wheel. I had made it! The passenger door opened and Marsha stepped out. At first I it didn't register...all I knew was that I had made it. As she stepped around the vehicle, I saw her raise the gun. Too late, I tried to stop...tried to veer. I felt the sharp sting of the paint balls almost before I heard the gun. Three slammed into my chest, leaving welts and blotches of blue paint. I slipped and went down. Marsha continued to walk toward me, shooting me over and over. The paint balls hurt like hell! I tried to curl up...to cover my body. When Marsha reached me, she used her foot to kick me in the ribs, causing my body to open up to her assault. I covered my head, wrapping my arms across my big red clown nose. She took her time. She shot me in the ass, the groin, and the cock. She kept shooting until she was out of ammunition. The other three girls arrived about the time Marsha fired her last round. All three of the girls were laughing hilariously. Like three wild valkyries, they whooped and did their victory dance. Half an hour later we were all back at Cindy's apartment. Four turkey men, drumsticks up their ass, strapped down across the big oak kitchen table again, with four naked women standing behind them. Our arms had been unbound, only to be stretched and strapped down across the table. Cory was tied down across from me, our faces just a few inches apart. Dane and Ben were strapped down to my left and right, again their heads just inches from Cory's and mine. The women were playing a bizarre version of music chairs. Each would pass the tequila bottle, then the bong, and then they would administer 10 lashes with a spatula across the ass of the guy in front of them. After each round, the girls would rotate around the table to the next guy. This went on for about an hour, each of the girls having about 10 or 12 bouts with each guy. Since our heads were pinned to the table, it was impossible to see who was beating your ass, and I lost count after the first several administrations. Finally, the girls stopped. The girls untied us and lead us to the living room. We were instructed to get down on our hands and knees. Then, we were told to lie on our sides and form a circle. As we lie there, Annie announced that Thanksgiving dinner would be served according to a "special" menu. She then announced that the special menus would be determined by a cock-sucking contest. Marsha took over and gave us the rules for the contest. Each guys was to suck the cock of the guy to his right. We were to suck that guys cock until he came, making sure to swallow all his cum. The first one to complete his blowjob would get to eat a special meal. The losers would eat another, alternative meal. Cory was to my right, so I had his cock to suck. Ben was to my left and had my cock. Cory would have to suck off Dane and Dane got Ben. Without any further directions, I heard Cindy shout "Go!" I knew that this was a contest that I didn't want to lose. I didn't know for sure what the "special" or the "alternative" meals were, but I feared the worst. I immediately wrapped my lips around Cory's cock and began to suck. I used every trick that I could think of (everything that would get me off) and went to work. I used my hands to play with his balls. I stuck two of my fingers up his ass and massaged his prostrate. I coated his cock in my saliva, using my tongue to probe his slit. Even as I was working on Cory, Ben was busy working on me. For being a macho type guy, I was surprised that Ben was such a good cocksucker. As Ben worked his tongue around my cock and squeezed my testicles, I felt my orgasm beginning to build. Sensing that I might ejaculate before Cory, I twisted my body trying to make it harder for Ben to stay on my cock. At the same time, I took my hand from Cory's balls and the saliva coating his shaft to jack his off. The girls were standing around us, cheering for their respective slut. As they shouted and applauded, their beautiful naked tits bounced up and down. My ears rang with the cries of "fuck him", "suck his cock", eat his cum.... I was so obsessed trying to keep Ben from bringing me to a climax that I missed the telltale signs that Cory was about to cum. The first I knew, he was shooting thick jets of salty cum down my throat. In the twisting mass of bodies, I had to fight to keep my mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking and swallowing as fast as he ejaculated into my mouth. Cindy was cheering that I had won! But, at the same time Friane was also shouting that Ben had won! Cindy reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth from Cory's ejaculating cock. Thick jets of cum shoot out of his cock, hitting me in the right eye and across my nose. Seeing this, Friane demonstrated to show that her slut had won. Friane pulled Ben from my cock. As she did so, a stream of his spittle and my cum ran down his chin. A shouting match ensured. Both Cindy and Friane insisted that their cock sucking sluts had won. No one seemed ready to concede. The only thing that was clear was that both Cory and Dane had not won. As the naked horny girls passed the bong around, they reached an accord. It was decided that both Ben and I would be considered as winners. Dane and Cory were the losers. The girls took the four of us into the kitchen. The girls forced us onto the floor under the table, and then the girls began to place food upon the table. The smell of warm bread, cooked meat, potatoes and gravy filled the room. My stomach rumbled. I had not eaten (well, except for my recent stomach full of Cory's cum) for almost 48 hours. The naked girls proceeded to eat their holiday meal. Kneeling between Cindy's legs, I began to wonder what (if anything) was going to be my "special" meal. No sooner had the though passed my mind, then Cindy pushed her chair back. Her hand came down under the table. In her hand was an ear of corn. As I took the corn from her, she slid the chair back even more and raised her knees. With Cindy's naked shaved pussy facing me, I took a quick guess as to what I was supposed to do with the corn. Reaching up, I carefully spread her labia and inserted the corn into her vagina. Cindy sighed slightly as the warm, knobby husk of corn enter her cunt. Cindy raised her hips slightly and pushed her pussy further onto the corn. I looked at the other three bitches. I saw that each of them was now fucking their respective mistress with an ear of corn. I looked back at the corncob as I continued to fuck Cindy with it. The ear of corn was now coated with a thick layer of cunt cum and pussy juice. The cunt fucking with the corn continued, a new ear being used each time the old ear cooled. The feeling of the hot corn cock in their cunts must have been heavenly, because all the girls had multiple orgasms, coating the intruding corncobs with their own unique cunnly cunt butter. After four ears of corn, Cindy pushed herself away from the table. She told me to get up. The other three girls gave the same commands to their bitches. The girls then told us to bend over the table. I looked for a clear spot. My hesitation was rewarded with a hard slap on my ass and having my face forced into a plate of gravy and mashed potatoes. With the four of us slut bitches bent over the table, the girls pulled the turkey legs from our asses. Using the protruding turkey bones, it was relatively easy for the girls to remove the turkey legs. However, as the meat had been cooked, not all of it came out with the bone. I, for one, found my ass still filled with a large clump of meat and gristle. The girls directed us slut bitches to sit. We each took a chair. Plates were set in front of us... Friane broke the silence by announcing that the two winners, Ben and I would get the vegetarian plates. With that the Cindy and Friane gave each of us a plate full of cunt corn. By now the cobs were cold, thickly coated with quim and cunt juices. We each had eight cobs of corn. "Now make sure you girls eat all of that corn. You want to grow up to be big and strong," Cindy laughed. I looked at the pile of corn before me. I truly didn't know whether I could eat that much...but it was clear that I had little choice. It was then that Marsha said, "And you two fucking loser bitches get the meat plates." Marsha placed a plate full of ragged turkey legs in front of Cory. Annie placed a similar plate of turkey legs in front of Dane. "Like the lady said, eat up...and eat it all," Annie quipped. Cory looked like he was already going to be sick. Cory looked at Friane as if to say..."please". Friane just smiled at him. "Eat up bitches. You still have to clean up the kitchen before dark," she said. I struggled to eat my entire cunt covered cum corn. I ate slowly and deliberately. With each mouthful of cold quim coated corn, I gave a small prayer of thanks that (at least) I wasn't eating a plate full of turkey meat that had been up someone's ass for a full day. Cory threw up about halfway through his plate of shit flavored turkey legs. The smell of his vomit almost made me gag back up my corn. I fought to keep it down. Marsha was screaming at Cory to stop retching and to eat his shit. She pushed his face into the vomit and regurgitated meat. Cory could only double over and cover himself. The beating the ensued was vicious. After breaking the wooden spoon over Cory's back, Marsha drug him across the floor. She took a leather belt off the door rack and continued to wipe his quivering body. Marsha went ballistic. Some there wasn't a spot of flesh on Cory's body that wasn't covered with cuts and welts. The beating finally ended when Marsha exhausted herself. Marsha grabbed the rest of the meat from in front of Dane and that remaining on Cory's plate. "This is your breakfast, lunch and dinner until you eat it all. I don't give a god damn if it takes all week!" she screamed at him. "Now, get in the shower and clean yourself up...and don't you dare use any hot water...you don't' deserve it...you filth, fucking worthless piece of shit!" Even though I felt sorry for Cory, I was relieved. When he stopped eating, and with Marsha's tirade, the meal ended. I still had almost two ears of corn left. Ben still had one ear of corn uneaten. Dane benefited the most, as Marsha took almost one whole shit flavored turkey leg off his plate and designed it for poor Cory. "All of you bitches get in the shower...NOW!" Annie shouted. The four of us moved quickly to the shower, helping Cory on the way. A short, cold five-minute shower and we were in Marsha's bedroom putting on our maid outfits. The tiny panties cut my ass crack; still raw from all the ass fucking, dildo ramming, and turkey leg intrusions it had suffered. My head was spinning, and I struggled to get the nylons on my legs and attached to the garters. The ridiculous half-shelf bra pushed my pecs into a respectable cleavage beneath the low cut black satin dress. As I pinched my feet into my 5-inch pumps, I checked the other guys. Ben and Dane were almost done, as I was. Cory, on the other hand, was a mess. The beating that Marsha gave him made the very touch of clothes against his skin an agony. Knowing we had no other choice, the three of us help his get his lingerie and maid dress on. As Dane put one shoe on him and I put the other on, I looked up to see Cindy standing in the doorway. She looked at me and tapped her watch. I pulled Cory to his feet and the four of us quickly went back into the kitchen. By eleven, we had the kitchen clean. I could still smell the faint odor of vomit in the air. I could only hope that the women wouldn't smell it. Even two bucket of pine cleaner hadn't completely done the job. Cindy's Slut Ch. 14 "You three wait her," I told Dane, Cory and Ben. "I'll go get the girls for inspection." When I got to the living room, Marsha was already asleep. Friane and Cindy were nuzzling each other, wrapped in a blanket. Friane looked up as I toddled into the room. "The kitchen is all cleaned up mistress," I said. Friane looked intently back at me. "Really?" she said. I hung my head, looking down at the floor, staring at the toes of my pumps, saying nothing else. Silence.... Finally, Cindy said, "Time for bed, Slut." She kissed Friane and then got up and took me by the hand. She led me to her bedroom. She pulled back the covers and said, "Get in." I took off my pumps and climbed into the bed. Cindy got in next to me. Feeling her soft naked body next to me, I slid my head against her breast. She held me there, gently stroking my long blonde hair. Then Cindy sighed and she pushed my head down between her legs. I crawled between her thighs and began licking her cunt. Her pussy taste slightly bitter, a mixture of dry cum and urine. She sighed again as I continued to eat her.... Cindy's Slut Ch. 15 CH 15 KNOCKING KNOCKOUT I was just about 1/2 way through my third set on the bench press when her legs appeared above my head. She was wearing short-shorts. The legs of her shorts flared just enough that I could see all the way up to her crotch. A glimmer of a small white satin thong was just visible up between her legs. Her midsection was bare, with her 1/2 top coming down just below her tits. As my eyes wandered from her crotch to her chest, I could clearly see the lower half of her tits, covered with sweat and matted to her short shirt. "Hey there Jonnie, long time no see," she said. My eyes traveled up to her face. A mischievous grin covered her flush oval visage. Oh my god! Marry. I hadn't seen her since I have spent that dreadful day at the Kappa house as a slut maid shaving the girls' pussys. Looking into her grinning face I couldn't help but feel a shudder run through me. My stomach knotted and I struggled to get the weight back up on the rack. I experienced a mix of feelings. Some lust...I had always though that she was a tight little spinner. While I never had fucked her, I spend part of one, long, hellish night licking her clit, eating her pussy, and swallowing her cum. It was the memories of that night the gave rise to my other feeling....hatred. Marry's workout clothes were also reminiscent of her Halloween costume, that of the super heroine Knockout. Her baggy skimpy shorts were green and her half-shirt was yellow. Except for her missing mask and showing more of her body, it was if my nemesis was here again. I got up off the bench. All my aversions aside, I had to admire her body. Marry worked hard to sculpt her body. Her legs, although short, were ripped. She had biceps and shoulders that most guys would have wished to have. Her chest was likewise muscled, adding an appearance of even greater size to the tits on her small frame. Supported by well-formed pectoral muscles, her tits were full and firm, sitting high upon her torso. I noted that several of the other guys in the weight room had been likewise distracted by Marry appearance. Despite all the ogling and lustful admiration from the other men, Marry had eyes only for me. "Are you about done with you work out? Marry asked. Before I could even answer she added, "You sure are looking good." Now it was my turn to be flustered. My animosity began to give way to the lust. After all, what guy wouldn't be flattered by a beautiful girl paying him compliments, having eyes only for him in a room full of sweating, horny admiring men. Finding my tongue, I told her that I had just finished my last set. Giving me a big seductive smile, Marry said, "Then let's get out of here." We didn't even bother to change our clothes, instead leaving the field house and heading for the parking lot. As we walked out, Marry wrapped herself around my arm, pressing her tits into me. When we reached the cars, Marry told me to follow her. She got into her Toyota and I got into my Chevy. Ten minutes later we were sitting in the bar. Marry ordered shots...whiskey, not tequila. After a few shots the tension broke and we began to talk. At first the conversation was casual...how was school, did I still work out regularly, was I still dating Cindy. As the alcohol began to work on use, the conversation naturally turned to sex. Marry wasn't surprised that I was still dating Cindy, despite all the shit that I was getting. She almost seemed to sympathize with me. She seemed very interested in why I would put up with all the fucking around, the torture, and the humiliation that I received. I tried to explain that I loved Cindy and that it was all just a game. I had to admit that I didn't enjoy everything, but that all long as Cindy was happy...and as long as I still got to fuck her, I could endure the rest. Then Marry started getting into the sorority stuff. As the alcohol flowed, she began to harass me about the Halloween party. She relished in reliving the way she had abused me. She began to talk louder, vividly reconstructing how she had beat the shit out of me. I had a good buzz by then and tried to just slough it off. After all we were in public and what could I do? By the time she got though verbally reliving the way I had sucked her ass and ate her cum, the volume of her voice and the illicit nature of her conversation had virtually everyone at the bar listening. In fact, by now a small crowd had begun to form around behind us and the bartender, having stopped serving anyone else, was standing captivated before us. Drunk or not, I figured this had gone far enough. I started to stand up to leave, saying, "Time for me to go, Marry." Before I was fully to my feet, Marry clasp a firm grip onto my forearm. Her strength again surprised me. My arm was firmly pinned to the bar. "But, I was just getting to the part about you dressing in drag and shaving all us Kappa girls' cunts," Marry said sharply. The crowd seemed to go from looking at me, looking at Marry's crotch, and then back to staring at me. I could almost see the crowd envisioning me in lingerie, kneeling between some girl's legs, shaving her cunt, dressed in drag. I pulled my arm back from Marry, jerking it as hard as I could. As I got to my feet, the crowd pulled back slightly. Before I could move further, Marry got to her feet. I braced myself, instinctively anticipating a fight. Instead, Marry raised her hand and shouted, "Hey, girls, come over here. I was just about to tell everyone how Slut here shaves cunts and eats pussy." I turned my head and followed her eyes. As I looked, there across the room were Rene, Amy and Susan....three of the Kappa's that I had served as Slut, the drag queen maid. I panicked! I pushed my way through the crowd, half running - half stumbling. I kept my head down, trying to hide my face, trying to hide from the humiliation. Marry was still waving, calling to the other Kappas. The three girls were coming across the room! I had to get out of here. The crowd was laughing, taunting me. I heard calls of "Faggot, pussy, bitch, queer, eat me..." As I pushed past one girl, she shouted at me, "Get the fuck of me you fucking freak!" The girl standing next to her shouted at me, "Aw baby, don't go. Stay, you can shave my pussy!" I made it to my car. I jumped in and spun out, sending a cloud of gravel back into the parking lot. God! I was so mad! I was so humiliated! I was such a freak! But...somewhere, back in the recesses of my mind...I could see the face of that raven haired girl...shouting at me..."Don't go, stay, you can shave my pussy!" Through my drunken haze, I saw myself between her legs...her thick black pubic bush covered with white shaving crème....me dressed in a tight corset, my tits pushed up in the small cups, my nipples crushed by jagged alligator clips, my cock strapped back between my legs...pushing the big black anal plug deep into my ass, the tiny silken black French cut panties softly caressing my bound testicles..." I felt my cock beginning to grow hard. When I got home, I stripped off my clothes and got into a hot shower. What was happening to me? The longer I was involved in these perverted, kinky sex games, the stranger I was becoming. I was so confused. I detested what I was doing, what was being done to me...but, I knew I couldn't stop. It was like being addicted. I wrapped a towel around me and headed to the living room. I poured myself a tall glass of tequila. I loaded the bong. I turned on the stereo. I dialed through the stations. A blur of sounds...and then, "Bad Boys Get Spanked" by Joan Jet. Fate... I sat back and took several deep drags off the bong. My towel fell open. Almost without thinking, I began to slowly stroke my cock. Slowly, I worked the shaft. I filled my hand with spit, coating my cock shaft. I began to thrust my hip upward to the heavy beat of the music. God, it felt so good... I had finished about 1/2 of the tequila and had stopped jacking-off to load a second bowl, when there was a knock on the door. I froze. Who the fuck could it be? I sat there...waiting....silence. Perhaps I had imagined it. The music was loud, I was stoned. I sat there, my swollen 10-inch cock sticking up through my towel like fleshy phallus. I put the lighter to the bong and took another big hit. Thin Lizzy was playing in the background. Then...another knock....followed by another. This was no phantom of my imagination. Someone was at my door. I staggered to my feet and walked to the door. My cock was sticking out from the towel in front of me. I had a good hard on; there was no hiding it. I opened the door a crack and peered out. There stood Marry. "Aren't you going to let me in? She asked. Her voice was slurred and she weaved slightly as she stood there. "No fucking way," I replied. But even as the words left my mouth, she half-staggered, half-crashed into the door. The doorknob came back and hit me in the erection. Even as a glancing blow, I nonetheless felt the pain all the way to my balls. I backed up from the door, doubling over. Marry used the opportunity to move into the room. Her drunken gaze seemed to wander around the room, and then focus on my cock sticking out from the towel. Marry began a sodden bout of laughter, grasping her stomach and putting one hand to her face. She stuck out the other hand, pointing at my cock, wagging her finger for added affect. As she staggered about, Marry pushed the door shut behind her. Then leaning against the door, she struggles through her fit of laughter to say, "Sissy boy's playing with his cock!" Marry seemed to think this was terrible funny and went into another fit of laughter. I, on the other hand, didn't see anything funny. "Get the fuck out of her you sadistic bitch!" I shouted. My outburst seemed to transform Marry's countenance in an instant. The laughter stopped and the look on her face took on that of a vicious visage. "Listen bitch-boy, now fucker tells me what to do. Shut your fucking face or I'll break that puny prick off and feed it to you." Marry said. She seemed to pull herself more upright. A small line of dribble ran down from the corner of her mouth and landed on her right tit. Marry's nipples were hard and pointed against the short yellow shirt. I could clearly see her tits pushing against the tight material. She wore no bra. As if following my gaze, Marry spat, "What the fuck you looking at bitch? You want to suck my tits?" Marry brought her hand together, cracking her knuckles as she did so. "Get down on your knees pussy boy, momma feels like having her cunt cleaned." As she said this she began to walk forward, moving in a weaving staggered gait. "Take that towel off and get down on you knees BITCH!" Marry growled. I took a step backwards. Marry kept coming forward. I watched as she ground her fist into her palm. I knew what she had in mind. Surely, Marry planned on me serving her. It was clear that if I didn't do it willingly that she would force me to. My mind flashed back to the Halloween party. My mind crystallized on the images of her smashing her fist into my solar plexus, her foot smashing into my cock, her spiked boot crushing my testicle. Not again. Something snapped inside me. Girl or no girl, I wasn't going to take that shit again. I saw Marry bringing her right arm around in a haymaker, aimed at my crotch. It never made it. Instead, I blocked with my left and came across with my own right. I caught her high on the cheek, just under the eye. Her head snapped back and over her right shoulder. Even as her bright red hair flew about her face, I noted a look of surprise... register on her face. Marry had never anticipated that I would confront her. In her mind, I was a low-life, pussy sucking, cum eating slut-bitch whose sole function was to serve her. Marry slammed back into the door. For a moment her eyes glazed over, but then she shook her head and used her leg hand to pull the hair out of her face. Sucking air into her mouth with an audible hiss, Marry pulled herself up and came at me again. I was more than a bit surprised. There were damn few guys, let alone girls that could take a blow like that and keep on coming. As I was thinking this, Marry launched a wild kick at my groin. Her right shoe glanced off my protruding erection, tearing the towel from my waist. I took the rest of the kick in my left thigh. Damn, that hurt my prick! Fuck her! No more Mr. Nice Guy. This bitch was going down. I threw a slow left jab at her head. Marry bobbed her head to the right, as I anticipated. I brought my right fist up into her stomach. "Auwph!" Marry groaned, as I drove the air out of her. I didn't give her a chance to recover. I smashed my left fist up into her stomach again. Now, Marry doubled over. I brought my right fist down against her jaw, just where it meet her neck. She collapsed in a heap. I ripped the yellow T-shirt from Marry's body. Throwing her over my shoulder, I tied first one hand, then the other up onto the overhead water pipes. When Marry came to, she tried to raise her head. With her arms tied up and out behind her, the most she could do was move her head side to side. It was to no avail. She might as well have been on a crucifix. I filled my mouth with smoke from the bong. I pushed my lips up against her's. Ever the belligerent bitch, Marry fought against taking the smoke. "Have it your way, bitch," I told her. "You'll soon wish you had something to ease the pain"...and then adding as an afterthought, "That's the last time tonight that you refuse me anything." I said with a smile. I pulled her green shorts down her lefts. As the short came off her legs, she attempted to thrash her legs. However, only her toes touched the floor and soon she stopped her kicking. Without her feet on the ground, all her weight was suspended on her two muscular arms. Marry soon found that any struggle, especially any using her legs, caused her weight to force the air out of her lungs. If she struggled, she would strangle herself. I walked around her. I was naked. My cock was huge. Swollen and extended, it bobbed and bounced in front of me. With her head forced downward, all Marry could see was from my waist down. She could hear my voice, but she couldn't see my face. She found herself looking at my cock. "Tell me what a nice cock I have." I said to Marry. She hesitated. "Bad girl." I said. I bought the fiberglass rod down upon her thigh. I didn't want to damage her ass...yet. There was an immediate large red welt. Marry screamed....then she began swearing at me..."you fucking asshole...let me go!...you'll pay for this you bastard...no one does this to me...you fucking bitch....you fucker...let me go!!!" "Ta ta," I said to her. I step up and drove my left fist into her stomach. As she hung gasping for air, I ripped her white satin panties off. Placing the fiberglass rod under my arm, I forced her head up as high as I could with my left hand. Then, I rammed her panties into her mouth with my right hand. "There bitch, now try and scream!" I told her. For the next hour or so, I worked the fiberglass rod up and down her lower torso. Periodically, I would stop and take a drink of tequila or a toke. When I stopped, I was covered with a fine film of sweat. Marry, on the other hand, was not so lucky. Her thighs, both inner and outer, were a mass of ugly red welts. I had beaten her legs right up to her cunt and the globes of her ass. I noted to myself the nice contrast between her white firm ass and the ugly red legs. I as inhaled the sweet smoke of the weed; I listen to her muted sobs. Marry had long since ceased to swear or berate me. Now she simply struggled to breath ... and sobbed uncontrollably. I took the panties out of her mouth. "Tell me what a nice cock I have," I commanded. This time Marry responded immediately. "Oh god, you have such a nice cock. I love your cock. It's so big and hard. Please, please, Oh god, I love your cock." Marry pleaded. "Beg me to fuck you with it." I told her. "Oh yes, please fuck me...fuck me with your cock...fuck me with you big giant cock...or please just fuck me," Marry cried. I raised the fiberglass rod. "Oh god no...no more...don't hit me...fuck me...or yes, just fuck me...please fuck me...fuck me with you big beautiful cock," Marry begged. "Maybe later, bitch. Somehow, I don't think you really want to be fucked, do you? I taunted her. "Oh yes! Please fuck me...oh god, I love you...I love your cock.... please fuck me...please don't' hit me....PLEASE FUCK ME!" Marry screamed as I brought the rod down across her ass. "Shut the fuck up you whore!" I told her. "I'll fuck you when...and if...I'm good and ready." I looked down at my swollen cock. Thick strings of precum dripped down my thighs. I was soooooo fucking horney! "Shut the fuck up and count the strokes, bitch!" I shouted again, as I drove the rod down upon her other white jiggling ass orb. "Oh please...oh, god...yes...ok...ONE," Marry screamed as the rod cut into the flesh of her round white ass. "Two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...TEN!" Marry moaned her responses through the next eight blows...screaming out "TEN" as I lashed that final stroke across her ass, just where her right leg connected...slashing the rod into her flesh with all my strength. I paused to take another hit. Marry hung there, weeping, moaning, pleading...bleeding. My last stroke with the rod had cut through her flesh. A small flow of blood dripped from her ass cheek, flowing down the back of her leg. I moved over to Marry and forced her head up again. This time when I shotgunned the smoke into her mouth, she sucked in greedily. I reached down between her legs with my right hand. Her naked, shaven cunt was dripping wet. I slid my finger up into her. It slipped effortlessly up between her swollen labia. I curled my finger forward, thrusting up against her G-spot. A deep moan escaped Marry's lips. "Now I think you may be ready to fuck. What do you think? I asked her. Through ragged, panting breath, Marry begged, "Oh god, yes...oh, god...please fuck me...oh, please fuck me." I drove three fingers up into her sopping cunt. I used my hand and the fingers to force her cunt up and back, pushing her ass backwards, lifting her up onto her very tiptoes. "Oh god, oh god....oh it hurts...please don't....please stop...please..." Marry cried. "So bitch, you lied to me. You don't want to fuck. You want to get beat some more!" I chortled. I raised the fiberglass rod high into the air. "Arrrhhh! Please! NO! I BEG YOU! NO! NO MORE BEATING! PLEASEEE..." Marry pleaded, even as I brought the rod down upon her tender ass. Again...and again...and again...and again. I gave each ass cheek two slashing blows. After four lashes, I stopped and stepped in front of Marry's prostrated form. "OH GOD, PLEASE STOP...PLEASE STOP...PLEASE FUCK ME...JUST FUCK ME....FUCKKKKK MEEEEEE!" Marry sobbed as she hung there. "Ok bitch, since you asked so nice" I said. Reaching down, I lifted Marry by the backs of her knees. I stepped between her legs and drove my cock into her. Marry responded with a deep gutter groan. I felt my cock hit her cervix, bottoming out. I have never fucked Marry before. She was very tight, but not very deep. With my cock firmly driven up against her cervix, I still had a good two or three inches sticking out of her. "Such a little fuck. What a fucking waste, you bitch. Can't you even take a cock? I laughed as I leaned into her. I used my height and lifted her, literally setting her up on my cock. Then I pulled out of her cunt, until just the head of my cock was in her tight wet twat. "Now fuck me, bitch," I commanded. I bent my head down and bite into her left nipple. As I clamped my teeth together, I began to thrust in and out of her cunt. Cindy's Slut Ch. 15 I used my hands to push and pull her ass, each hand digging into one of her juicy ass cheeks. As I slammed my cock into her cunt, I moved my mouth back and forth on her nipples, ravaging them...biting them....tearing her tender flesh with my teeth. Hanging as she was, Marry struggled to breath. Each time I rammed my cock into her I forced what little air there was out of her lungs. I fucked her hard and savagely. I powerfucked her! Sweat covered her body. Her breath was ragged and labored. Every time I smashed my cock up into her cervix, a small feeble groan escaped her throat. I dug my fingernails into her ass crack, prying her ass apart. I brought my mouth up to hers, forcing my tongue into her throat. I began to feel my climax coming. I moved my hands back to behind her knees. I lifted her lefts and pressed them up into her chest, against her bleeding tits. Then I moved my hands up to her ankles. I fucked her....and fucked her. Like riding a wave, I fucked her cunt as hard and as fast as I could. Then I came.... Wave after wave of cum came boiling up from my balls and shot up out my cock. I came...and came...and came. It felt my whole body was my cock. From my balls, through my cock, up through my legs, my ass, my entire body. I erupted into Marry's torn, extended wet cunt. I continued to fuck her, forcing my cum out of her cunt and down her legs. As I continued to ride her...she came. Her small, whimpering groans gave way to a protracted deep wale. Marry tied to raise her head, but could only thrash it back and forth. Her cunt clamped down on my cock and felt her cervix relax. The last three inches of my cock slide into her cunt...now my cock buried in her womb. Marry began to cry again, deep sobs racking her prostrate body. Her own orgasm washed over her, her sticky translucent quim running out her twat and down our legs. I pulled my cock out of her cunt. Her limp legs felt towards the floor. I stepped back and looked at her wet sweat covered form. Her tits looked so nice, sitting firm and high on her tiny torso. Her red retched nipples were hard against her white breasts. I looked down at her shaven cunt. The labia were stretched and redden. I could make out her clit, protruding from between her lips. A stream of cum and quim dripped from her distended cunt...pooling on the floor between her feet and coating her toes. I took another shot of tequila and another hit. My cock was still hard. "Beg me to fuck you...bitch," I said to Marry. She looked at me with a groggy expression. She tried to swallow, and then appeared to struggle to speak. "Wwwhat?" she panted. I brought the back of my right hand up across the left side of her face. Her head snapped sideways. No response... I brought my right hand back across her face, this time going right to left. Marry's head snapped back the other way. A trickle of blood ran from the right cover of her mouth. "I said beg BITCH!" as I picked up the fiberglass rod. Even through her daze, Marry saw..or sensed the rod. "Oh....please...please...fuck me...fuck...fuck me," she whispered. I smiled. "Alright baby, if you insist." I took another toke, then walked around behind her. I had to bend slightly, but I worked the head of my cock up against her ass. I felt Marry's body stiffen. She seemed to realize, now, what was going to happen. Surely, if my cock had wrought such destruction on her cunt, she must have dread what my cock would do to her virgin ass. "Ohhh....pleasss", Marry muttered. She never finished her plead. I drove my cock all the way up into her ass. My cock drove into her, somewhat added by its coating of sweat, cum and quim. I reached around and grabbed Marry by the inner thighs. I pulled her up, lifter her waist and ass horizontal. Next, I grabbed her by the waist. Then I began to fuck her again. I have always been able to last quite long when I fuck. Each time I cum, the successive fuck last that much longer. So, whereas my first fuck in her cunt took maybe 20 or 30 minutes, my fuck up her ass lasted close to an hour. I made sure that Marry was breathing...but other than that...I just fucked her. When I began to fuck her ass, she was still moaning and whispering a pleading, begging "please...stop...please". After the first 10 minutes or so, the whispers stopped. For about the next 10 minutes, Marry just groaned and moaned faintly. After about 20 minutes, all I heard was my groans and her ragged breathing. By the time I came, buried deep in her tight little white ass, Marry had passed out. I cut Marry down and dropped her on the floor. I took a big shot of tequila, a nice toke, and went to take a shower. My cock was almost raw as I washed the sweat, cum, quim and shit off it. I drug Marry into the kitchen and stuck her head under the faucet. As I ran the cold water over her red mane, I again marveled at her hard, tight, little athletic body. Marry revived quickly. I guess all the pain, the fucking, and the cold water had worn most of the alcohol out of her system. The naked little nymph wobbled as I pushed her out of the kitchen. It was easy to tell that she was having a difficult time walking, what with the cunt and ass fucking that I had given her. I got her to the door and pushed her naked body outside. The cold November air revived her even more. "What about my clothes." Marry whined. No smart-ass talk now. This bitch had that beat and fucked out of her. I picked up her wet green short-shorts and pushed them in her face. Smiling at her, I said, "Stop by anytime...BITCH. You are such a fine fuck" For a moment, Marry looked as if she was about to say something. She paused, and then smiled...no shit! She smiled! "This isn't over...and you know who's the BITCH!" Marry turned, holding the wet shorts in her hand and headed toward her car. I watched as she went naked through the snow to her car. Before getting in, Marry stopped and looked back. With a knowing look, she nodded her head as if to say "Next time..." As I closed the door, a feeling of dread came to me. What was that saying? Win the battle...but lose the war? Cindy's Slut Ch. 16 Ch.16-They Cum a Knockin Her firm round breast rose and fell rapidly, in sync with her labored breathing. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body. I gazed down at the eraser hard nipples pointed up at me. I felt her thighs tighten around my ass. A smile was upon her face as she slowly traced her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Quite teasing me and fuck me!" Cindy demanded. I eased my hips forward and worked the swollen head of my throbbing cock up against her labia. Her slick quim coated my cock head. More of her copious coital juices ran down her naked slit, forming a pool under her ass. Ahh! I love a good tight power fuck! I brought the tip of my cock up into her cunt. Her swollen labia widen in anticipation of penetration. Bang...bang..bang! The load pounding on my apartment door echoed into the bedroom. Looking up, out into the living room at the front door, I growled. Who the fuck would be at my door at 1:00 in the morning? Bang...BANG! Whoever it was seemed determined to get in. I hesitated. Cindy was grinding her wet pussy onto my cock. "Never mind! Fuck ME! she whined. The need in her voice betrayed her as a bitch in heat. I rocked my hips forward, easing the big mushroom head of my cock up into her. I began a series of short hard thrust up against her clit. "Ohhhh....ahhhh..." Cindy moaned as her hard little clit was assaulted. I felt the first of her many orgasms starting to build. She wrapped her leg up around my ass, trying to force my cock deeper into her. I lowered my head and sucked on her left nipple. I tasted sweat and a small bit of milk. I bit down on the tit. "Uhhh...oh god...fuck..." Cindy moaned. BANG...BANG...BANG... Now I was pissed. Whoever was at my door was about to get their ass kicked. I got up off the bed, my throbbing erection bobbing in front of my. Cindy reached out and attempted to grab my arm. "Come back...they'll go away...pleasssseee," she panted. I smiled back at her. She lay there on my bed, her legs splayed wide, her cunt shiny and red engorged with blood. Her long blond hair was tossed across the pillow behind her head. Her deep blue eyes begged me to come back and continue fucking her. She pouted like a little girl...."Pleasseee, fuck me!" "Just a minute babe. This prick at the door needs to be dealt with or they'll wake up the entire neighborhood. Keep that cunt hot, I'll be right back," I said. I took her hand from my arm and put it on her cunt. Her finger slide into her slit and began to frig her clit as if by itself. I paused to watch her finger fuck herself. BANG...BANG... I headed to the door. "God damn, whoever it is making that noise if fucking dead!" I shouted as I reached the door. I twisted the door knob and pulled open the door. My right fist was clenched and I was bringing it back and up... I was blinded by a white light. Someone had a powerful flashlight shining directly into my eyes. My fist became a hand as I attempted to shield my eyes. Then there was a second flash and 100,000 volts went through my body. Everything went black as I sank to the floor.... I tried to focus my eyes. The room seemed to be spinning. I tried to raise my head, but couldn't. I could sense several people around me. A struggle seemed to be going on. Gradually, I made out the sound of Cindy's voice..."Take you god damn hands off me....eeeee!" Hearing her cries, I tried to move...to raise myself up...but I couldn't... As my senses returned, I realized that I was tied up. My arms were bound at the wrist and pulled up, back behind me. With my arms stretched up, tied to the ceiling, I was forced over, bent at the waist. I tried to move my legs, but my feet were bound to a stretcher bar. My feet were lashed to the ends of the bar, stretched as far apart as they would go. It felt like my legs were being torn apart at my hips. I strained my head up, as far as I could. I saw Cindy being dragged, fighting and screaming, to the large arm chair in the living room. Two men, naked and sporting erections, pulled her between them. I forced my head up further, only then recognizing Cory and the Dane. A hand gripped my hair and savagely twisted my face up and to the side. "Finally awake, I see. Come to join the party?" Marry asked. She was dressed in a pair of tiny red satin panties and a skin tight silk half length tank-top. She chuckled after her query and I watched as her firm round tits strained and bounced beneath their miniscule coverage. Marry released my head and my face dropped back down to stare at the floor. My vision was abruptly marred by the visage of a thin white fiberglass rod. "Remember this, Bitch?" I heard Marry ask. Just as quickly as it had appeared the rod vanished, only to be brought down in a vicious cut my lower back. "I asked you a question Bitch", Marry chortled. Again the thin cruel fiberglass rod cut the air, this time slashing across my ass. I felt the skin on my ass tear and felt the hot thin line of blood begin to drip down my leg. "Yes", I cried out. A third time the rod cut into my skin. "Yes what?" Marry asked. "Yes, MISTRESS" I forced out. "Good, my little slut. How could you forget this rod? The very same rod you beat me with. I told you that night this wasn't over." Marry laughed as she said this. "Is she tied down yet? I want her to watch this", Marry said to someone across the room. Through the pain, I forced myself to look back over to Cindy. While Cory and Dane held her down, Marsha was busy binding her. When Marsha saw me looking at her, she said, "Hey Jonnie, I just couldn't miss Marry's invite. Besides, as Cindy's roommate, I have to look after her." As Marsha said this, she pulled Cindy's head up so that she could look back at me. Cindy was being tied face down over the big overstuffed chair. Her upper torso, from just below her tits, was forced over the back of the chair. Cindy's ankles had been tied to her thighs and then her legs had been bound to the two arms of the chair. The result was that Cindy's nice round ass stuck up into the air over the chair seat, while her arms were tied tightly down over the chair's back. At that moment, another hand found my head and jerked it back upward. I found myself looking at a blonde heart-shaped public bush. As the glass was forced to my lips there was no doubt that the other person in the room was Annie Andrews, the neighbor woman. As the thick viscous liquid was forced down my throat, Annie said, "Drink up Jonnie, I know you love the taste of my special sauce." As I gagged the thick stuff down, I recognized the feral taste. This was Annie's special cocktail, a mix of cum, Viagra, Cialis, and Lavitra. Annie believed that each of the erectile medicines, while all guaranteeing a vigorous erection, had its own special qualities. When mixed together, it assured that the "victim" would remain hard all night (well beyond 4-hours). Annie said no to worry about the "warnings", no one ever died from too much hard cock. I fought not to retch the thick, sticky globs of cum back up. My gag reflexes were cut short by another slashing cut across my legs by Marry's fiberglass rod. "Now you pay, slut. When I'm done with you, you will NEVER force yourself on another woman. It's time that you finally learn that WOMEN RULE. Now you pay for what you did to me!" As Marry shouted this, she began to beat me. As she rained blows upon me she screamed, "Count Bitch, count like you made me do...COUNT!!!!" And a beating it was. The thin fiberglass rod cut my flesh like a razor. I counted...or tried... "ONE...TWO...THREE...",but the pain was too great. By eight, I was reduced to a blubbering mass of ragged flesh. Marry was dancing around me like a drunken Valkarie. Her rod rent the air, whistling as it cut my flesh. All I could do was scream and cry. Soon I was begging..."OH GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, OH GOD STOP, PLEASE". I lost count, but after perhaps 30 or more blows, Marry stopped. She was covered with sweat, panting from the exertion. Her arm was shaking, as the result of her physical exertion or her crazy state, I didn't know which. I felt welts and cuts all over my back, ass and legs. Marry slammed her knee into my exposed testicles. Then she kicked me in the groin, her foot landing squarely on my massive swollen cock. "SHUT THE BITCH UP", Marry cried as she kicked me. Annie quickly forced another glass full of spiked cum into my mouth. When I attempted to pull back, Annie slapped me hard across the face. My vision turned to a field of stars and blood ran from my mouth. Jerking my head up by the hair, Annie forced the fetid cocktail down my throat. Then, she forced a pair of thin red panties into my mouth...Marry's quim soaked panties. Finally, she used Marry's sweat soaked tank top to tie the panties in as a gag. Once I was forced into silence, I realized that someone else was crying and shouting. "For god's sake, leave him alone! You're killing him! Leave him alone!" It was my sweet Cindy. Bound to the chair, she was being forced to watch me being beaten. I wrenched my hair up so that I could see Cindy. She was still strapped to the chair. Marsha was standing by her head, a handful of Cindy's golden lock clenched in her fist. With her other hand, Marsha was pulling on a pair of alligator clips that had been attached to Cindy's nipples. As Marsha saw me looking, she gave the closest nipple clip a savage yank. The clip tore off, pulling sheds of Cindy's eraser hard nipple with it. Cindy screamed out in pain. Marsha just smiled at me and reached down to clamp the jagged teeth back onto Cindy's torn nipple. A second scream came from Cindy's throat. Marry staggered over to Cindy. "Shut the fuck up!" she yelled, and she slapped Cindy hard across the face. Cindy no longer tried to talk; now she could only cry and sob. "I told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!", and again Marry savagely struck Cindy. Cindy could do nothing but continue to cry. "Here, take this", Marry said as she handed the fiberglass rod to Marsha. "I'll shut the Bitch up", Marry said. Stepping up to Cindy's face, Marry grabbed her by the hair. Then, raising one leg on onto Cindy's back, Marry forced her sodden cunt upon Cindy's face. "Eat me Bitch", Marry demanded. Cindy resisted. Not because she was averse to eating another woman's cunt, but because it was Marry's pussy and what she was doing to me. Twisting Cindy's hair harder, Marry ground her dripping cunt into Cindy's mouth. "I told you to eat me Bitch!" she screamed. But still Cindy resisted. "Well fuck you then! And fuck your boyfriend as well!" Marry cried out. "You", Marry pointed to Cory, "you fuck her up the ass! Fuck her until she bleeds! Fuck her until she eats my cunt!" Cory, naked and clearly aroused by the whole scene, did as he was told. He stepped behind Cindy, and without any hesitation, sank the full length of his rigid cock into her ass. Cindy's scream of pain was muffled by Marry's cunt. Cory began to fuck Cindy's ass...in and out...with a rapid piston like rhythm. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass came clearly to me. Like some deranged General, Marry continued to bark out her commands. "Now, fuck him", she shouted, pointing at me. "And, you", she said addressing Annie, "beat his ass until he bleeds!" Her last comments were not needed, for I was already a sheet of blood. Bloody welts and open wounds covered my body. Trickles of blood ran down my ass crack and legs. Dane, like Cory, did as he was commanded. Dane moved around behind me and impaled his stiff cock deep into my ass. While it hurt, having him fuck my ass, the pain from my beating diminished the pain of the rape. Meanwhile, Annie was grinding her distended cunt into my face. As her cunt covered my nose, I struggled to breath. "Make me cum, you fucking slut", Annie commanded as she rode my face. Then she began to beat me with the fiberglass rod again. On and on this went. By dawn, both Cindy and I had been fucked by all four of our intruders. I was left a hanging piece of bloody meat. Cindy was left a sobbing wretch. Finally, with the rising of the sun, our four torturers got dressed and left. But before she left, Marry stood over me and pissed on my head. "Remember tonight Bitch Boy, because I will. If I ever see you again, you had better drop to your knees and kiss my ass on sight! You ever so much as back talk to me or any of my friends and what you got tonight will seem like a treat compared to what I'll do to you. You got that BITCH!!" I could have answered, now that her panties were out of my mouth, but I dare not. I dare not because I was going to kill that fucking whore. She just didn't know it yet... No one beat me, and NO ONE BEAT MY GIRLFRIEND. Cindy's Slut Ch. 17 Chapter 17 - Ride the Pony I fought to catch a breath as she rode my face. With my nose planted up her ass and my mouth working her cunt, I struggled for air. I hoped this was my last service of the night. I had come to expect that Marry's ride signaled the end of each of my nights. "Oh baby, that's it. Harder...harder...oh yah, stick that tongue up my pussy," Marry groaned. As she ground her full weight down onto my face, I could feel her orgasm coming. Her body stiffened and her legs clamped tighter around my head. Then the release.... I swallowed hard as Marry's dumped her load of quim down my throat. I kept my tongue grinding against her clit, working it hard. I knew that Marry liked her sex rough. At this point, I just want her to finish cumming and have it over. With her orgasm over, Marry left her full weight fall onto my face. The cheeks of her ass slide over my nose and covered my face. Sitting on my face, looking down my torso, Marry began to lightly lash my body with "Whitey", her thin white fiberglass rod. As the rod cut welts into my thighs, Marry said, "Well Slut, time to get dressed. Guess you're done for tonight." Still she didn't get up, but sat firmly, with her full weight on my face. I continued to struggle to get air through my open mouth. It was then that she let loose with her piss. A stream of sour hot piss filled my mouth and ran down my throat. Although I had spent all week licking piss from the girl's cunt, even licking their assholes clean, no one had pissed directly down my throat. "You like that don't you Slut?" Marry asked. I was busy swallowing. She knew I couldn't respond...she didn't really care. "Marsha told me how much you beg to drink her piss. You like mine better?" she teased. When the flow ebbed, I gulped again, this time for more air. "It's getting late, bitch. Clean me," Marry commanded. I ran my tongue up and down her snatch. I thrust my tongue deep up her cunt cleaning her cunt, licking all the remnants of her fetid piss. As Marry climbed off me, she reached down and unlocked my wrist from my ankles. "Hurry up, Cindy's waiting," she chided. I hurt all over. This had been going on for three days. Ever since Marry's late night raid on my apartment, I had been reporting to the Kappa house from 6:00 to 10:00 each night. Marry had plans to make me pay for my rebellion. Her plan was that I be a Kappa toilet slave. I had no choice, for as Marry said, Cindy was waiting. What she really meant was "waiting" at her apartment, now a sex slave just as I had become. My sweet little blonde babe, forced to service Marry, Marsha, and Annie, just as I was. Since Cindy's rape that night at my apartment, Marry had made it clear that if I didn't do "exactly" as she demanded, Cindy would pay the price for my insubordination. Even that being said, I knew that when we got back to Cindy's apartment, I would find her in some kind of forced sexual situation. Monday night I had her get ass fucked by Dane as she was forced to eat Annie's cunt. I had a good view, as I was bent over the table next to her with Cory's cock forced down my throat and Marsha fucking my ass with her favor dildo. Tuesday night found Cindy on her knees, wrist tied to ankles, her face planted between Marsha's thighs. Dane and Cory were standing over her, jacking off. By the time I got to the apartment, Cindy was already covered with cum from her head to her ass. It was obvious that the two men had spent the night ejaculated on her repeatedly. When Marry brought me back, I was forced to lick all their cum from off Cindy's back and ass. As I spent the next few hours cleaning her sweat and cum covered body, Marry and Annie took turned whipping me. I couldn't help but wonder what sexual terror Cindy was enduring tonight...suffering because of me...because I had dared defy those femdom britches. "Quit you god damn daydreaming, we haven't got all night bitch," Marry gruffly said. With a swift move of her foot, she kicked me in the groin. Her blow glanced of my semi-rigid cock. I sat up slowly. Strapped down for four hours, it was difficult to sit up. It didn't help that I had been bound down mercilessly and impaled on the Pony. It didn't help that this was the third night either. Each night, I was strapped on my back on an old shoe store bench. I was bent backwards on my knees, with my wrist strapped to my ankles. Around my throat was a collar, with a cord that ran to a harness on my balls. Once the cord was hooked to my scrotum, I couldn't so much as raise my head without tearing off my testicles. At the same time, I couldn't move my hips to ease the strain on my scrotum without further choking myself. "Oh, guess I forgot," Marry said with a chuckle as she watched me struggle to rise. She planted her foot against my chest and forced me against the bench incline. As she leaned down to unclip the cord from the collar, her foot slid against the small metal paper clips that were clamped to my nipples. Numb from hours without blood, the grinding of her foot against the clips none-the-less send shot of pain through my tits. Marry paused to slap me hard across the face. "Move it bitch! You got five minutes," she shouted. I sat up and began to take off my bondage gear. It was slow and painful work. The only consultation was that it wasn't as humiliating as when I had to put all the shit by myself, in front of all the girls, at the beginning of each night. Being bound as the "Second floor, West wing, Kappa Toilet Whore" was bad enough, but being forced to put my own torture devices on, while the girls hooted and jeered at the "show" was terrible. With my neck free, the first task was to pull myself of the "Pony". The "Pony" was a fiendish monster. Weighing near twenty pounds and being twenty inch long by twelve inch around it was a bizzaro faux cock. The Pony had begun its life as gag gift from one of the Kappa's bridal showers. Given the Kappa taste for perversion, it came as no surprise that the huge beast became a house icon. The Pony served in a variety of house rituals, from pledge initiations to...my role as a Toilet Whore. Clearly, the Pony had never been indented to be forced in any human orifice, cunt or colon. But, that didn't stop the Kappa's from physically raping me with it. My role as Toilet Whore was just that...I was the Second floor West wing toilet for the week. Not a square of toilet paper was used all week. My tongue and my mouth served that function. All week I was to lick every girls' pussy dry and clean, be it from a shower or a piss. Further, I was to lick their asses clean from every shit and dump. The Kappas used a modified the shoe fitting bench, with the Pony attached at the bottom of the bench incline. The poor bastard that was the Toilet Whore was force down onto the Pony and then back onto the bench incline. With legs bent back at the knees and with arms bound to the ankles, the unfortunate "bitch" was forced to "ride the Pony". Each night, the girls watched (smiling, taunting and fingering their clits) as I had to force the Pony up my ass. It was great humor to the girls; girls who all had known the intrusion of hard, throbbing shafts up their own cunts. But, no matter how big the cock or dildo they might have fucked none had ever had such a behemoth impaled inside them...nor did any ever wish to have on. They watched and laughed as I grit my teeth and worked the massive intruded up my ass. They jeered and joked that the Pony was "my baby". They asked if my baby was tearing my "cunt" apart. They joked that being fucked by the Pony would be the closest I ever came to giving birth......and they were not wrong. Covered with Vaseline, each night the massive slab of latex was forced up my ass each night. It was all I could do to take the first six inches up my ass, just enough to allow myself to be strapped down on the shoe bench. Unfortunately, the fact was that during the four hours of force service to the girls (their combined weight on my head), my fatigue, and my inevitable movement as my body was repeatedly force down upon the bench, a good ten or twelve inches of the Pony ended up my colon. Now, I struggled to pull the mass of latex from my raw ass. I don't think that I can even full describe the feeling. Unless you have had something that truly huge rammed up your asshole, ripped up into your very colon, stretching you asshole until it bleed, you could never really understand the pain. Sad to say, I even became thankful of all ass fucking and anal abuse that I had been previously subjected to by Marry, Marsha, Annie, Dane and Cory; else the massive Pony would have surely physically torn me apart. When I had finally extracted myself from the Pony, I fell forward onto my hands and knees. Panting from the effort, but I had little time to spend recovering. Marry had given me only five minutes, and a good portion of that time had already expired. I sat back on my heels and began to detach my cock and ball harnesses. Fifteen pounds of weight dangled from my balls. Marry had started the first night with five pounds, but had added five pounds each subsequent night. The weight tore at my raw scrotum, stretching my balls unnaturally away from my body. The pain of fifteen pounds made me wonder what the twenty-five pounds would feel like in two days. I could envision that much weight permanently damaging my sack...tearing my nuts right off. Once the weights were off, I unsnapped the ball spreader. The single strap between my testicles had been attached to the cord from my collar and to the sack weights. The two snaps on the double wide strap, around my sack just above my swollen testicles, came off with a pop. The pain of the release was so that I just about cried out. Marry brought her fiberglass rod "Whitey" down hard upon my semi-erect cock. "SHUT THE FUCK UP SLUT!" Marry screamed at me. I bit down on my lip and stifled myself. Next, I took of the cock harness. This harness was a seven-ring, gates-of-hell harness. Seven steel rings, each smaller than the other ran from the base of my cock to just under the cock head. My cock was deep purple and swollen, the meat rings buried into the flesh of my shaft. I had been denied any ejaculated for a week, while at the same time spending hours licking luscious young cunts. As a result, regardless of how humiliating or painful, my cock never failed to try to become erect. Night after night, my cock engorged with blood, swelling toward an erection, but never achieving one. As horny as I might become, the small steel rings did their evil job. My once proud ten-inches of meat was never allowed to become anything more than a grossly disfigured semi-hard piece of six-inch bloody cartilage. Now, as after every night, the steel rings were buried deep into the rigid flesh of my engorged cock shaft. I prayed that I could take the time to let my cock deflate. But with time running out, I had no choice but to twist and rip the rings off my raw man meat. Lastly, I was to remove my nipple clips. I looked at Marry. She held the metal springs that inserted into the metal clips in her hand. She did not extend her hand to me. Instead, she smiled and licked her lips like a hungry cat. I heard myself mutter, "Please Master". Marry demanded being called "Master" not "Mistress". Built like the weight lifter she was, she figured herself the equal of any man...even their superior. Now, as she held the releases for my nipple clips, she gloated over me as I had to beg her, calling her my Master. Marry extended her hand and I took the two springs. I inserted the springs in the two small black paper clips, clamped to my nipples. With a grimace, I open the first clip. As the blood rushed back into my raw, torn nipple I couldn't help but whimper in pain. My reward for this act of "pussy weakness", as Marry called it, was a hard slap across the face. "Hurry up you fucking pussy," she said. My eyes watering from the pain in my nipples and the blow to my face, I took off the second clip. Again, the pain shot through my tit. I tried to stifle my outcry. This time I managed only a very small grunt, but it was still enough to get a second face slap from Marry. Marry hooked a leash to my neck collar and lead me naked from the bathroom. She drug me down the back stair to her car. There she opened the trunk and pushed me in. I lie on the cold hard metal floor as she began the drive home. At Cindy and Marsha's apartment, Marry drug my naked body across the back yard and up to the door. In the cold December air, cover with welts and bruises, racked with pain, I no longer worried about whom or how many people may have seen my public nudity. We went through the kitchen into the living room. There I was greeted by the sight of my dear Cindy, cover with sweat, on her knees sucking cock. Cory, Dane and Ben stood naked before her in a semi-circle. On her knees in front of them, Cindy was sucking Ben's hard erection. I watched for a minute or two, held in place by Marry and her leash. Then I heard Marsha say, "Time". I watched as Cindy slick Ben's thick purple cock from her mouth and move her head over to Cory. Without any delay, Cindy took Cory's rigid member into her mouth and became sucking. Annie, Marsha and Friane sat on the couch. All three girls were obviously drunk and stoned. Annie turned to Friane and said, "Your turn." Friane got up and picked up a gallon jug of water. She took the jug to Ben and forced the opening between his lips. As the girls chanted "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" Ben struggled to gulp down the water. A sizable amount of the water escaped his mouth and ran down his torso. Friane looked at the two girls on the couch. Marsha shouted, "Four", while Annie yelled "Six". Friane took a ping-pong paddle off the table. With firm measured strokes, she laid six stinging blows on Ben's naked ass. Marry jerked the leash and forced me down to the floor. As I was drug down, I heard Friane say to me, "Always use the higher number". Marry pushed me onto my back. "Get between her pussies legs and show her how much you like her eating other men's cock," Marry chortled. As I wriggled up between Cindy's legs, I could smell her sex. When I pushed my tongue between her labia, I was greeted with copious quantities of her pussy juices. She was sooo wet! I lashed my tongue along her slit and thrust the tip up into her. Cindy's cunt juices ran down her legs and washed over my face. From the amount of pussy juice cumming from Cindy, I knew that regardless of how degrading it might be to have been forced to suck cock, Cindy was very turned on! As I drank her sweet slippery effluent, I could also taste traces of her delicious quim. I immediately knew that Cindy had also already orgasmed several times. Cindy sat down on my face, forcing my tongue up hard into her. She ground her cunt down onto my mouth, grinding her clit onto my thrusting tongue. The fact that Cindy was horny only made me that much hornier. As I already noted, I hadn't been allowed to ejaculate all week, even as I was being forced to eat pussy after pussy. Now, with my lover Cindy's cunt riding my mouth, I was totally randy. "Get your hands down," Marsha shouted. Only then did I realize that I had moved my hands up onto Cindy's ass, pulling her down onto my mouth. "Give him the count," Marsha directed. The first whack across my erection by Friane took me by surprise. I heard Annie and Marsha shout out, "One." Without any bondage or restrictions, my cock had swollen back to its full 10-inch length. The bobbing, twitching mass of throbbing meat made an easy target for Friane. "Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" shouted the two girls as Friane completed the spanking of my erection. Pain and pleasure...it was a blur. I buried my tongue in Cindy, eating her to another orgasm. Annie and Marsha cheered me on. After a few minute I heard Marsha shout "time" again. Cindy immediately moved her mouth onto Dane's cock. Based on Cindy's immediate response (and the amount of quim and juice in her cunt), I guessed that this "game" had been going on for sometime. This time, however, Marsha got up and gave Cory the water. I heard a slight "Please, no" from Cory. But Marsha grabbed him by the jaw and forced the jug up to his mouth. "You'll keep drinking each of your turns until I tell you otherwise Bitch!" Marsha yelled. Again the ten count, and again the vote for how well he had drank or how much he had spilled (I wasn't sure which). Apparently Cory's objection and having to force his drinking didn't go well. Friane gave a vote of ten, but Annie voted twenty! I listened as Marsha administered the blows from the paddle, the wide round rubber coated paddle making sickly snapping "cracks" against his ass. I sensed as Marsha knelt down next to me....then it dawned on me...my punishment was the same as the man above me! No sooner had the thought entered my mind that I felt the burning slap of the paddle across my twitching erection. I buried my face into Cindy's cunt, muffling my cried of pain! "...eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" the girls counted. I couldn't see my cock with my face up Cindy's twat, but it felt like my cock was bleeding. Marsha moved back to the couch, just as Annie called "time". Again, Cindy obediently moved her mouth to Dane's cock. Dane's cock was a twisted knurled mass of meat. His cock was grossly coursed with veins and bulges, bent in an upward arc to the left. The obtuse twist of his cock made it difficult to keep one's mouth on it while sucking (as even I knew from experience). On the other hand, there was an advantage as his cock didn't tend to go down one's throat and choke them (as did Cory's long shaft). The "game" went on for some time, perhaps an hour. I lost count of the number of cock changes. I lost count of the number of cock beatings. I lost count of Cindy's orgasms. What I did know was that my jaw and tongue were worn out. I also could hear Cindy groaning and struggling on top; struggling to keep sucking the men's cocks. All this time Marry was sitting to one side, sprawled back in a big chair, fingering her cunt. Finally, Marry said, "Time out". Marsha started to object, with a "But I wasn't done with.." Marsha's protest died on her lips as Marry shucked her pants and stood up. If Marsha was in charge of the other three girls, Marry now made it clear that she was in charge of Marsha! As Cindy stopping sucking on Cory's cock (the current cock in her mouth), she leaned slightly back. From my position between her legs, I watched Marry walk over to Marsha. Marry's body, naked from the waist down, moved smoothly across the room. Her muscles in her legs rippled as she glided over to Marsha. I watched as Marsha moved back slightly. As tough a bitch as Marsha was, she recognized Marry as her superior. The muscular body, the confident stride, the glare in her hard little eyes...everything told Marsha not to mess with Marry. Marry stood in front of Marsha for a moment; everyone and everything quiet. Then with lighting speed, Marry slapped Marsha across the face. The sound "cracked" in the room. For a moment I thought Marsha might strike back. Marsha half rose, a look of hate and loathing on her face. Marry leaned into Marsha as she rose, drawing her hand back in a fist...ready to smash Marsha into submission. But, there was no need. As quickly as the look of hate came to Marsha's face, it left. She sat back down. Marry continued to stand there, glaring down at her, daring her... Then Marry leaned forward, grabbed Marsha by the chin and leaned down and kissed her. Marry kissed Marsha hard, grinding her lips onto hers. I watched as Marry forced her tongue into Marsha's mouth. I watched as Marsha submitted, going limp and softly sucking on Marry's tongue. Cindy's Slut Ch. 17 Like a bitch dog that had established dominance on the other bitches, Marry stepped back. Then Marry stripped of her top and ordered the other girls to strip off their clothes. When Annie, Friane and Marsha were naked, Marry pointed at Annie and Marsha and simply said, "69". Annie and Marsha looked at each other then back at Marry. I wondered, Annie was older, married and not used to taking orders. Marsha had never taken orders, always giving them... But, they seemed to recognize a top bitch. Without another word they fell into each other's cunts, legs and heads intertwined. Marry looked at Friane. Poor Friane...she was scared. Always the pretty, soft sweet Friane. "You two, 69 each other," Marry commanded, pointing from Friane to Cindy. Friane got off the couch and came over to Cindy. The two girls lay down, heads in each other's crotch. They began to slowly lick and eat each other's cunts. As I lay on the floor, Marry looked down at me. "You must be thirsty after all the pussy," she said. Time you had a drink. Marry reached down and grabbed me by my long blonde hair. She drug me over to Ben and pushed my face up to his cock. "Drink", she said. I wrapped my mouth around Ben's rigid cock. "Now, water this Slut," Marry commanded, and lashed Ben across the ass with Whitey. The whole thing came clear. The boys had been forced to drink huge quantities of water, forced to maintain erection by having Cindy suck their cocks, never allowed to take a piss. Now...they were being ordered to water me...fill me with their piss. I knew what to expect. I dread it. I knew that any guy can hold back his piss, fill his bladder until it had to burst...then he would piss forever...piss quarts.... Ben cut loose as Marry whipped him and commanded him to "water" me. Streams of hot, sour piss filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly...gulping and gagging. If there was any bright side, it was that Ben had drunk so much that the piss was diluted. If there was a dark side, Ben keep pissing and pissing and pissing... Finally, Ben was done. I felt sick. Even pussy piss wasn't as bad as this... "Next," Marry shouted. I chanced a look at her. She was standing; legs spread apart, her finger working her clit, her white fiberglass rod in her hand. "Next," she shouted again. I moved my mouth over onto Cory...just like Cindy had done.... Marry lashed Cory across the ass, and as on command, he began pissing down my throat. I wrapped my lip tightly around his twitching cock, fighting to swallow quickly and not let the warm fetid fluid slip from between my lips. Again, I drank...and drank...and drank...until it felt like I would burst...and still Cory kept pissing.... Finally the flow abated. The last of his effluent dripped down my throat. In the background I could hear the moans and groans of the women as they eat each other's cunts. "Next", Marry shouted. I released Cory's semi-flaccid cock and moved over to Dane's. As with Cindy, I had a problem taking Dane's cock in my mouth. The sever left-hand twist on his cock pushed the massive piece of meat sidewise into my check. When Marry lashed his ass and commanded, "Water" his stream of piss shot into that part of my mouth and back out my lips. I raised my hand, so as to move his cock further and straighter into my mouth. A lash from Whitey across my shoulder drove my arm back down. I gulped and swallowed in vain. I tried to use my tongue to ebb the flow back out my lips, but to no avail. I drank most of Dane's bitter piss, but a goodly portion from his first stream had escaped my lips. I knew I was in trouble. As Dane finished pissing, Marry began to rant. "YOU MESSY FUCKING WHORE. YOU FUCKING SLIMEY BITCH. CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT! FUCK YOU! As Marry screamed this at me, she began whipping me with Whitey. I dropped to the floor and tried to protect my body, but it did little good. All I succeeding in doing was rolling into a ball and covering my genitalia. Marry seemed to have lost it. She turned her rage onto the girls and the guys. She was lashing out at everyone, screaming that everyone was a fucking screw up. As she worked out her rage everyone was cringing. The four girls were huddled on the couch and the three guys were backed into the corner. "Ok, you (she pointed at Cindy). Get your ass back over her and suck these guys to climax." Marry said. "You fucking pricks, get back over here," Marry said to the three guys, pointing to a spot on the floor near me. The three naked men moved to the designated spot, all the while giving Marry a wide berth. Cindy meekly came to kneel in front of them, taking the nearest cock (which belonged to Ben) into her mouth. Cindy went about sucking and licking on his flaccid member. Using her hands she massaged his testicles and spread her saliva up and down his growing shaft. In practically no time Ben was arching his hip, his now stiff erection on the verge of ejaculation. "Don't swallow it bitch," Marry said to Cindy. Turnings, Marry grabbed me by the hair and drug me down onto the floor. Kicking me in the ribs she directed me to get on my back next to Cindy. Just then Ben began to ejaculate into Cindy's cute little mouth. I watched as she continued to suck his cock dry, her cheeks bulging with his load of cum. When Cindy had sucked Ben dry, she turned to Marry, her cheeks protruding like a squirrel's mouth full of acorns. Marry grabbed Cindy by her long golden lock and pushed her head down toward mine. When Cindy was about a foot above me, Marry told her, "Now feed that cum to you Slut." Cindy gave me a sympathetic look, but obliged as Marry commanded. As Cindy opened her mouth to drop the load of cum and spit down onto me, Marry kicked me again. "Open your mouth Slut, and don't miss a drop." I lay there with my mouth stretched as wide open as I could. Cindy opened her mouth and let a gelatinous mass of long sticky strands of cum tumble down into my open maw. Dropping from a height, the warm gooey mess hit the back of my throat, making me gag. "SWALLOW IT ALL BITCH!" Marry chortled as I struggle not to wretch. Gagging and heaving, I forced the thick warm slim down. "Now the next cock bitch," Marry railed at Cindy, pulling her by the hair and forcing her mouth onto Cory's cock. Again Cindy worked quickly to bring Cory to ejaculation. And again her effort were shortly rewarded with the thrusting of his cock into her tiny mouth as he shot jet after jet of hot cum into her. When Cory was done fucking her face, Cindy again leaned down and filled my mouth with his cum. His load was even bigger than Ben's and I worked even harder to swallow his tart salty ejaculate. Cindy moved onto Dane's dick without awaiting direction from Marry. However, this time, even as Cindy worked her mouth and tongue around and in his cock, Dane didn't come. Cindy was doing her best to get the man to jism in her mouth. She had his cock cover in saliva, her small hand working feverously up and down the length of his shaft. With her other hand, Cindy was rolling and pulling on his testicles. Finally, growing desperate, Cindy let go of Dane's nut and jammed her finger up his ass. Dane responded and began to fuck Cindy's mouth harder...but still he didn't come. Cindy continued to push fingers into his ass, until her entire hand was rammed up is ass to the knuckles. Then as she began to twist her hand in his ass, Dane finally came. When Cindy feed me Dane's cum, I recognized the disgusting rancid taste so unique to his gray cum. His was the hardest load to force down my throat. As I lay there trying not to puke, Marry pushed Cindy out of the way and sat down on my face. At first I thought that Marry wanted me to eat her cunt again. But, when her hot piss began to spray into my face, I opened up my mouth and drank. "Good boy. Good fucking Slut." Marry laughed. "I'll train you into a proper piss drinking pussy boy yet." When she was finished pissing into my mouth, Marry commanded, "Tell me you love it...tell me you love me, bitch!" I felt that I had to puke, but I knew that if I did Marry would only make me eat it back up. My stomach retched and rolled, full of piss and cum. I was covered with the remnants of that same piss and cum. Looking up at the bitch I hated so much, I forced out, "I love it, I love you Master." Marry and Friane left with Ben and Cory. Annie took Dane back home. I lay at the foot of Marsha's bed as she and Cindy lay together. For a long time I fought to keep the shit down in my stomach. As I lay there in the dark, I heard Marsha direct Cindy down between her legs. I finally fell asleep to the sounds of Marsha's moans and Cindy ate her cunt. Cindy's Slut Ch. 18 Ch.18-Goodbye Girls At about three AM I couldn't keep the fetid mixture in my stomach anymore. I crawled from the foot of Marsha's bed into the bathroom. Kneeling over the toilet, I wretched and vomited. At least a quart of vile yellow-green, globular slim heaved from my guts. I barfed until I had the dry heaves. Sweating and week, I crawled back to the foot of Marsha's bed. From the sounds of the gentle breathing above me, I hoped that Marsha had not awakened. I next awoke at about eight. Marsha was kicking the side of my head with her foot. "Get the fuck up and make some coffee and breakfast Slut," she growled. I rose slowly and limped to the kitchen. I was covered with welts and bruises. My ass was raw and torn from sitting on the Pony for four hours. My jaw hurt from cleaning cunt and cracks all night. The taste in my mouth was vile beyond description. I stank of sweat, cum, quim, piss and shit. "Take a fucking cold shower before you get the near the food you shit," Marsha mumbled, as she fell back into bed. She cuddled next to Cindy's naked body. The cold shower made me fell somewhat better. However, even after repeatedly rinsing my mouth, I could still taste the bitter bile of the shit I had consumed last night. I picked up a pair of Marsha's used panties from the hamper, the only clothes that I knew Marsha would allow me to put on. In the kitchen, I prepared the coffee and made some toast. I knew that Marsha and Cindy (if she still allowed Cindy to eat) would only eat some dry toast and coffee after a heavy night of partying. About nine, Marsha stumbled into the kitchen dressed in a wrinkled pink teddy. Her tousled hair fell down around her shoulders, half covering her face. I could just make out her pouty red lips. Her full breast bounced under the nylon. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible beneath the smooth material. Cindy trailed behind Marsha, naked and showing the signs of her abuse. Her otherwise long flowing blonde mane was snarled and dirty. Matted with remnants of sweat, cum and quim, my poor beloved Cindy looked like a street-walking whore. Cindy's full 34-D tits jiggled and swayed on her tiny frame as she meekly followed Marsha into the kitchen. She walked like a bitch that had been fucked until her cunt was raw...which was in fact what she now was. After three days of being cunt fucked, ass raped and forced to orally service three men and four women, Cindy was the worse for the wear and tear. Marsha rolled herself a joint and began to toke up, even as she gulped the hot coffee. The caffeine and TCB seemed to bring her back to life. Marsha pushed a wedge of dry toast to Cindy. "Here sweetie, eat," she said with a sneer. Silently I wondered how Marsha could be so cruel to Cindy. They had been friends, roommates, sharing everything. Marsha had never been very nice to me, and I knew long ago from personal experience that she had a perverted mean streak; but what had turned her on Cindy? Power, jealousy, sadism, sex... perhaps all of these. I glanced back at Marsha and saw her looking at me. As if reading my mind, she said, "Got something to say to me Slut?" I hung my head, feeling the rage growing within me. "You made because little Cindy is fucking everyone else Slut?" Marsha queried. I just stood there, trying not to say anything. I knew she was baiting me. If I responded, she would just do something to make Cindy and I suffer more. Cindy was in the process of putting the bit of toast up to her mouth. Marsha raised her hand as if to slap her and shouted, "Stop!" Then, addressing me, Marsha said, "Get the sauce jar." I turned and went to the refrigerator. I opened the freezer and took out the quart jar that held my "special sauce". The "special sauce" had been given to me by Annie at Thanksgiving, at the same time that she had begun to participate in my debauchery. The jar was one of several such jars that she had prepared, all filled with Dane's ejaculations. Annie, the 30-something buxom neighbor who lived next door to the girls, had been into BDSM for years. Dane, her hairy biker husband, led a double life. On the outside he appeared threatening and imposing, on the inside he was a pussy slut to his wife. Their basement was a regular torture dungeon. Annie made Dane jack-off at least twice a day. She constantly feed him her infamous "Cock-tail" of cum, Viagra, Cialis, and Levitra to enhance his performance. Annie milked Dane for cum like a farmer milks his cows. I brought the jar to the table. "Give Cindy some jelly on her toast," Marsha demanded. I opened the jar and took a spoon full of the gray slime out. I hesitated for a moment, and then spooned the gray goo onto Cindy's toast. "Don't be so greedy, you'll get to eat your fill. Go ahead and share with your little blonde bitch. GIVE HER SOME MORE!" Marsha chortled. I scooped another spoon full of Dane's cold slimy cum onto Cindy's toast. Cindy just gave a sick look at the toast. Two large gray glob of cold sticky slimy cum sat on the toast. As the heat from the bread began to melt the cum, pools of runny semen began to form around the globs of gelatinous sperm. "Eat up my pretty," Marsha said to Cindy, mimicking the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz. When Cindy didn't immediately consume the sickening mess, Marsha raised her hand to strike her again. "I said eat it Cunt!" Marsha screamed. Cindy took a large bite, getting about ½ of the toast and it's gelatinous cum coating into her tiny mouth. I watched as she choked, trying not to chew but rather just swallow the mess without having to taste it. I watched as she gagged and forced the slime down her throat. Marsha sat and smiled at the sight. Satisfied that Cindy was doing as she ordered, she turned to me and asked, "Where's your oatmeal?" Now, as a maid and slave to the girls, I had been relegated to oatmeal for my breakfast. If I had done a good job, cleaning the house and/or servicing the girls I might get hot oatmeal. If I had done an unacceptable job, or even if the girls were in a bitchy mood, my oatmeal was cold. Either way, the girls always saw that I had a good heaping glob of "special sauce" added to "sweeten" my meal. I had been so tired and beat this morning that I hadn't even though to make anything for myself. When Marsha commented, I immediately realize my error. "Well, I guess if you're not that hungry, you don't have to eat," Marsha quipped. Relief crossed my face, as I doubted that I could have kept any food down anyway, after last night. But then, again as if reading my mind, Marsha said, "Oh, we can't have you go to class as a hungry Slut, now can we. At least eat a little something. Oh, serve yourself a nice bowl of special sauce. Poor little Cindy shouldn't have to eat alone." I saw the evil grin on Marsha face as she watched her words sink in. Shit! Rage rose in me. I grit my teeth. I was so mad; I could have killed that bitch. But, right now...I could only do as she commanded. I ladled a big scoop of the grey cum into a bowl. I looked at Marsha. She twitched her finger indicating that I needed to add more. I dropped the second scoop of grey shit in the bowl. Marsha hesitated, tilted her head, smiled at me and then flicker her finger commanding I add yet a third scoop. I sat at the table and looked at the grey slimy mass in the bowl. I picked up my spoon. I scooped up a spoonful of the slime. I brought it to my mouth. My stomach reeled before it ever reached my mouth. I had eaten enough of Dane's fetid grey cum to know its sickening taste, its slimy texture, long before it entered my pallet. I even imagined its sour smell, although still half-frozen it really had very little odor. I slid the slimy mass into my mouth and immediately swallowed. The sticky, slimy consistency and salty, tainted taste caused an immediate gagging sensation. I force it down. I took the second spoonful. As I brought it to my mouth, Marsha said, "Bad Slut! You know better than to wolf down your food. Now, chew each mouthful 32 times! You too Bitch," this last comment directed to Cindy. Time seemed indeterminable. Cindy and I sat quietly, eating our "breakfast". Cindy finished rather quickly, given that she only had the one piece of toast. My meal took forever, as I ground the slimy cum between my teeth, chewing the frozen cud into slush. Marsha got up to go get dressed. She took Cindy with, admonishing me to finish everything in my bowl. I heard the shower. I was tempted to dump the shit down the drain, but some six sense warmed me. As I continued to finish the mush, I saw Marsha peeking out of the bathroom door, trying to catch me. When I finished, I put the bowl in the sink and went to the bathroom. As I entered, I made out the forms of the two girls in the shower together. Marsha was getting her morning cunnlingus from Cindy. I figured that a shower was out for me, so I washing myself in the sink as best I could. I was right, for when Marsha and Cindy got out of the shower, Marsha told me to get my ass out of the bathroom. She told me to get dressed and get the fuck out. She reminded me that Marry would expect me at the Kappa house again at 4:00. I was already late for classes, so I went directly to school. I sat near the door, in the back, hoping that I had rinsed enough to the stink off to go unnoticed. Mentally, I really wasn't there. After all the shit of the past three days, my mind was on other things. Finally, I made up my mind. After the morning class, I cut school. I went back to my apartment and cleaned up. A good hot shower and some time to think and I was ready. I knew that I couldn't take another two days as the Kappa Toilet Whore. I knew that I couldn't take having Cindy sadistically punished and used as leverage against me. I knew that vacation started Saturday and that things would only get worse. With the Kappas gone on vacation, I knew that Marry would find some other, probably more fiendish tortures. I had to act. I called Cindy at work. I told her to tell them she was sick (which she no doubt was) and get over to my apartment. I called a couple of friends of mine at a frat house. I began to make my plans. By noon, I had the telephone tree buzzing. My buddies from the frat house had called all the other houses. Cindy had gone over to the dorms with flyers. I promised Mike and Tony free rides and got their help. At 4:05 the telephone at my apartment was ringing off the hook. Marry expected me to report on time, and by now I was already five minutes late. At 4:20 there was a banging on my apartment door. Marry was outside, yelling at me to open up. I could hear Marsha out there beside her, also shouting that my ass was in big trouble now. I opened the door and stepped back. There were no lights on in my basement apartment. The afternoon December sun, shining faintly through the north side windows did little to lighten the room. Marry came storming in first, screaming threats. "Why the fuck was I late? Why hadn't I shown up on time? What the fuck was going on!" She obviously was very pissed off. Marsha, on the other hand, was demanding to know where Cindy was. As I had figured, when I didn't show up, Marry had called Marsha to get Cindy. Cindy was their bargaining chip. They tortured and abused Cindy to keep me in line. When Marsha couldn't find Cindy, they knew something was up. They seemed to think that Cindy was hiding in my apartment. Marsha kept looking around and demanding that Cindy come out. When they got no response, Marry told Marsha, "Go check the kitchen, I'll check the bedroom. I kept myself between Marry and the bedroom. I started to backup slowly. Marry stalked directly at me, making it clear that she intended to go through me to the bedroom. Marsha was just about to the kitchen entrance, still demand that Cindy show herself. Then the trap sprang. Mike and Tony came bursting out from the kitchen and slammed Marsha to the floor. Marsha never really was a fighter, unless she held all the cards, and the two men took her by surprise. With a crash, the three of them went spinning toward the floor. Marsha's struggle was short and puny. The two men quickly forced her onto her stomach and began to bind her. Marry had heard the noise behind her and turned. Struggling to see in the dim light (as all three of us guys were already accustom to the dark), Marry dropped into a fighting stance. Marry didn't know what the threat was, but she was a fighter and she responded that way. But Marry had made a mistake. Maybe it was that pussy whipping that she had given me all week that made her not consider me a threat. Maybe it was just instinct to turn around to the sound behind her. Whichever, it was a fatal mistake. Marry was shorter than me, and crouched as she was, I easily looped the knotted towel around her neck. I pulled hard, jerking her upward. Marry immediately grabbed for the towel, trying to get the choking cloth loose. She tried to spin into me. I had anticipated this, and I slammed my both into hers. I crossed my arms and pulled the towel tighter, pulling with all my strength. We lost are feet. Rolling and thrashing on the floor. It was like wrestling an alligator. I wrapped my legs around her torso, trying to control her writhing body. Marry tried to hit, scratch, kick... It did no good. After a couple of minutes, I felt the fight go out of her. I wasn't taking any chances. I kept the strangle hold on until she was limp. Only then did I release her. By that time the guys had Marsha securely tied, and they came over and bound Marry. Between the three of us, we drug the girls into the bedroom. Then, I sent Mike and Tony to prepare the "party", while I prepared the girls. I cut all the clothes of the two girls. I took no chances on releasing their bindings. I started on Marry, while she was still groggy. I slit her pants first, tearing them from her legs. Next, I cut off her shirt. I left her bra and panties on. Marry had dressed for that night, and had on pretty matching pink lingerie. Marsha was kind of in shock from the whole thing, and lay fairly quite as I stripped her. Like Marry, Marsha also wore fancy silk matching panties and bra. Marsha had chosen an ivory color. As I finished stripping Marsha, Marry began to get vocal. Marry was fully recovered now, and now the threats started. "You wouldn't get away with this shit! You know better than to mess with me! I cut your fucking balls off, you fucking..." I rammed my fist in her gut to shut her up. "Whummmp," was the only sound she made as I drove the air out of her. Then I took a used pair of the panties they had made me wear and jammed them into her mouth. I tied the gag in with strips of her torn shirt. About 6:00, Mike and Tony returned. We loaded the two girls into the truck of Mike's car. As we drove through the gather gloom, I wondered what the Kappa girls were doing know. Where was their Toilet Whore? We drove down the alley to the back of the frat house. Two other fraters were waiting for us. We took the girls into a wooden storage shed. Cindy was waiting inside the shed. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "It's all set," she said. I directed the four guys, as they strapped the two girls down onto the benches. The benches were just wooden workhorses, tall enough so the girl's legs didn't reach the ground. The tops of the benches were short enough so that when their asses hung off one end, their tits hung off the other. When I was sure that they were securely tied down, I attached electrical collars to each of the girls. Then the four of us guys went into the frat house for a drink and a smoke. We left Cindy to look after the girls. The frat house was already crawling with guys. The word had been spread...and even though the train didn't start until 6:00, no one wanted to be late. Tony told me that guys had started arriving an hour early. I finished the shot of tequila with one gulp. The sweet smoke of the week filled my head. I felt so good. It had been a long week. Marry had been right...vacation was starting. As the house filled with guys, I went out to check that everything was ready. Inside the shed, I found that Cindy had finished prepping the girls. They were now totally nude. I could see Marsha big tits hanging over the narrow board, her big round ass sticking up off the other end. Marsha smooth, hairless cunt was already shiny with pussy juices. I stepped up and drove three fingers into her twat. "Looks like the little cunt is all horney". When she didn't answer, I moved to the other end and slapped her across the face. "I asked you a question, BITCH. Are you horney?" "Mmmpphh," was all the response I got. It was then that I noticed that her mouth was filled with a cock gag. I looked at Cindy. Cindy gave me a coy smile. "The fucking cunt just wouldn't shut up." I then looked at Marry and saw that she was similarly gagged. I moved over to Marry and grabbed a handful of her hair. I twisted her head up. Marry glared at me with malevolent hatred. I smiled and then began to slap her face. I slammed my hand back and forth across her face until blood ran from her nose and her eyes rolled back in her head. I dropped her head and walked back behind her. "Take the gags out," I ordered Cindy. "I don't want to hear a fucking word from either one of you two bitches all night. If you so much as mutter a single word; the gags go in, the e-collar get turned on, and I'LL WHIP YOU ASSES UNTIL THEY BLEED", I shouted. "Now, tonight's your special night. Tonight you each get to fuck unit you can't fuck anymore! Cause tonight you pull the train!" I watched their reaction as I said this. Marsha looked scared. Marry looked defiant. "And to get things going, Cindy and I will be the first to fuck you." Saying this, I dropped my pants and pulled my cock out. The anticipation, and the pure joy of watching these two suffer, had already given me an erection. My big ten-inch monster was already dripping pre-cum. Without waiting for a response, I rammed my cock into Marry's ass. A scream escaped Marry. I reached out and grabbed a handful of hair. "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!" Then I began to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. Meanwhile, Cindy had strapped a big twelve-inch dildo on and was doing the same ass fucking to Marsha. Marsha was either smart enough, or loose enough, not to scream as Cindy viciously ass fucked her. I hadn't cum in a long time, and so I shot my wad quickly. It was just as well, as the thought of fucking, especially ass fucking, Marry was disgusting. The only joy I took from it was that I knew it humiliated her and hurt like hell! I pulled my shit covered cock from her ass. Then I turned the e-collar on and watched the waves of pain shot through Marry's tight little body. As I fried the bitch, I took her favorite whip (her white fiberglass rod, "Whitey") and began to slash her lower legs. I didn't want to mark her too much...considering all the forthcoming fucking she would be getting....but; I couldn't resist just whipping the shit out of her! After a few minutes, I stopped the whipping. I turned the e-collar off. I went and stood in front of Marry. Her face was a mask of tears and pain. "Now, clean all the shit off my cock," I commanded. Marry looked at me, cringing and crying. "Now BITCH!" I yelled. Marry stuck her tongue out and began to lap the shit and cum off my cock. I grabbed her by the hair, making double sure that she couldn't bite me, and jammed my cock into her mouth. She gagged and coughed as I washed the shit and cum off in her mouth. I made sure she swallowed every drop! When I finished, I looked at Cindy. She was still assfucking Marsha, slapping her ass as she fucked her. "Time to finish," I told Cindy. Cindy gave me a mixed look of regret and lust. "Time to fuck her later," I said. Cindy's Slut Ch. 18 I went into the frat house. I took a spot near the back, where I funneled the men through. I told Mike and Tony to go get theirs, freebies on-the-house. Then I started collecting the money; twenty buck to fuck, twenty-five to ass fuck, and ten bucks for a blow job. Cindy supervised in the shed, making sure the girls did a good job servicing the clients. Cindy stripped down to a red corset, giving the guys doing the fucking another beautiful girl to look at. She made sure the bitches did exactly as they were told. She worked the two girls using Whitey and the e-collars. Cindy had come in about ten o'clock. I could tell by the glitter in her eyes that she was super horney. I clearly understood, after watching several hours of naked men getting face fucked, pussy fucked, and ass fucked. As she walked by, Cindy leaned into me, pressing her hard nipples into my arm. "Feel my panties," she said. I ran a finger down onto her crotch. Her panties were soaking wet. "Be right back," she said. Cindy returned from the bathroom, wearing new dry panties. She gave me the wet soiled pair. "Her, lover, you can get these until I get back." She said this loud enough for most of the crowd to hear. A wild whoop broke out. "Step right up guys...you'll get yours outside," she promised. How many guys? Maybe a couple of hundred, I lost count. All I know was they finally quit coming near dawn. The money boxed was stuffed. I was tired, drunk and stoned. I called Ben and Cory, I told them to come get their bitches. I don't think either one of them wanted to come, but they dared not leave the girls else suffering their revenge. I blindfolded the girls for their ride back. I cut them loose and drug them to the car trunk. Neither one put up any fight. They both looked the worse for wear. Marry's face was all puffy, whether from my slapping or someone else's. Her legs were covered with bruise from the many hands and whippings. The red pubic hair around her distended pussy was matted with cum and sweats. Marsha was much the same, except her tits were more bruise and her lips was cut. Her cunt, shaved hairless, clearly showed the stretched, red, swollen labia. I dumped the two girls off in the same park where they had tortured us guys during Thanksgiving. I threw their naked bodies into a large green dumpster. I put them with the other shit and trash where they belonged.