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Kari, Tiffany and Mistress Suzy

By: bbtp41



In a small western college town in the desert; in a small white clapboard house three blocks from campus; in a sparsely furnished living room sit three roommates talking. They are about to make a fateful decision that will change the direction of all their lives forever. Cosmo and Teen People litter what passes for a coffee table. "Kari, Suzy and I were thinking about what we talked about last week. We think we can make it work and we're really excited about it and think you will be too," begins Tiffany.

"What's that," Kari, a cute nineteen year old sophomore with golden yellow hair and a dimpled smile asks?

Instead of answering directly, "Here, take a look at what we picked up for you," Suzy, the tall black full-figured junior says while placing the indicated shopping bag on the table.

Encouraged by her friends Kari upends the bag on the table. Shock and disbelief tie her tongue as she surveys the black and silver pile: handcuffs; nylon cuffs; chains; a pair of vibrators, one a massive purple wand and the other a seven inch rubber dildo; an intimidating looking half-mask muzzle gag, a leather collar and more. Kari gapes.

Suzy smiles and asks, "What do you think? Aren't they great? We found all this stuff right here in town and it's all for you. Try the collar on."

"Wha? I'm not putting any of tha...," Kari doesn't get to finish.

Quick as lightning Tiffany, the small brunette sophomore Behavioral Science major, leaps at her friend and slaps Kari hard across the cheek. "Shut the fuck up, Cunt, and do what your Mistress tells you to do," she growls. She'd cupped her hand so the blow stung more than hurt, but the suddenness had thrown Kari to the floor. 

When she reaches to cover her cheek Suzy quickly slaps the cuff on her wrist. The bigger girl twists the cuffed arm behind her back and completes the maneuver by closing the manacle around Kari's other wrist. "This is going to be so much fun. I think you're really going to enjoy this," Suzy chats gaily.

Simultaneously Tiffany buckles the gag in place over Kari's mouth while yelling at her, "You will do exactly what you're owner tells you to do, Cunt, without any back talk." She goes on to declare that Kari is already disobedient and in need of behavior training. They haul the weeping and terrified girl to her feet and into her room. They drape the struggling girl sideways over her bed and chain her to the frame. Then while Tiff holds her in place Suzy strips the denim jeans and pastel cotton panties from her kicking legs. Finally, they secure her ankles to the bed legs.

"When you are naughty, dis-obedient, disrespectful or break a rule you must be punished so that you will learn not to repeat the undesired behavior. We have agreed that from this day forward Suzy will be your owner and I will be your trainer. Do you understand this? Nod your head."

Kari shakes her head in negation. Instantly, Suzy levels a stinging blow to her naked ass. Kari wants to scream but can't. Another blow brings fresh tears to her eyes. Quickly she nods her head. 

"That's better. You learn very fast. Now, your owner told you to try something on and you refused. That level of dis-obedience cannot be tolerated. Suzy, give her five paddles to her ass this time. Later it will be more if she keeps it up."

Suzy raises her arm and brings it down five times. Each a solid blow to Kris's tender cheeks. "Look at how red her ass is," Suzy observes. Kari cries uncontrollably. "Hey, look at this. Her labia are swollen."

"Yes, there is a correlation between pain and pleasure," Tiff intones. Continuing, "Suzy is your new owner. You will refer to her as Mistress Suzy at all times from now on, do you understand?" When the nod is slow in coming, Tiff motions to Suzy and another blow lands upon her already stinging ass. Again the nod follows quickly.

"Your new name is Cunt. Do you understand?" This time the nod comes unprompted. "Very good, Cunt, I knew you were a fast learner," Tiff praises. "Because Mistress Suzy is your owner and Mistress Suzy values her property and wants it to be the best it can be, she trains and corrects out of kindness to her property. Therefore, you will answer every act of your owner with a 'Thank you, Mistress; may your property have another, please?'

Tiff unbuckled the gag. Kari gulps air. Squatting in front of Kari and looking in her eyes Tiff asks, "Don't you have something to say to your owner, Cunt?"

"FUCK YOU BOTH AND GO TO HELL. When I ge...," the gag closes off her words again.

"That wasn't correct, Cunt. It seems we need more corrective measures. Mistress Suzy, give her ten this time."

Kari thrashes and jerks at her restraints but can't avoid the blows to her sore ass. "Look at that," Suzy observes, "she's juicing up. Are you enjoying your spankings, Cunt?"

Again Tiff removes the gag, "What do you have to say to your owner, Cunt?"

Panting, Kari begs, "Why are you doing this to me?" The gag is replaced and Kari jerks in her bonds.

"You're resisting, Cunt. That will only bring more punishment." The two girls leave their friend chained to the bed. Behind her and out of her sight Kari can hear the scrape of a stool or chair followed by the sound of a power tool. Without being able to see what is happening Kari trembles in fear at what terrible punishment her supposed friends will deliver next. She hears the sound of what she now recognizes as a drill boring into the ceiling above her. The work continues both above and on the floor for some time. With each passing minute her fear grows until she lies fairly insensate.

Dazed, Kari feels herself lifted by gentle hands. The buttons of her blouse are undone followed by her bra. It feels like she is being prepared for bath or bed. It feels nice and comforting. Odd circlets go around her ankles and wrists as she struggles back to awareness. Her mind clears just in time to see Tiff and Suzy close the final lock attaching the chain to the handcuffs. Before she can struggle they pull on the chain and her arms are pulled over her head. Now she sees what they had been doing. In her ceiling is a large eye bolt that the chain runs through. In the beautiful wood floor are two similar eye bolts shoulder width apart that black leather ankle cuffs are locked to. She is pulled to her tippy toes then the chain is secured. And she is naked.

"Now, you don't seem to be grasping the situation very well after all, Cunt," Tiff says reasonably. "So we are going to move to the next level of corrective measures." With that she steps up and presses something against Kris's nipple. When she releases the object Kris tries unsuccessfully to scream as she looks down to see a clothespin clamped on her nipple. Tiff places another one on the other nipple. Speculatively she gives each a thump with her finger before stepping back satisfied. 

Suddenly, more blows begin raining on her ass. Tears again fill Kari's eyes. Blurredly, she watches Tiff take a riding crop and begin striking the tops of her breasts. This continues for some minutes. She loses count of the number of blows to her already stinging butt. When it is over she hangs limply from the suspended cuffs.

Tiff removes the gag. Without prompting, "Thank you Mistress, may I...your property have another, please."

"And..."

Desperately Kari searches her memory, "Yes...no...I...er...your property doesn't know if she...it likes it," she pants.

Tiff flicks the clothes pins, "Do you like that?"

"Unhhh," Kari groans as electricity shoots from her nipples to her pussy. "Yesss, this property likes it, um, Tiff?"

Tiff lashes out again with a slap to the cheek, "You are never to presume to use the names of your betters, Cunt. When in doubt always say Sir or Ma'am."

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you," after a slight pause, "may I have another, please."

"Yes," and Tiff slaps her again.

"Thank you, Ma'am; this cunt would like another, please."

"No"

For the next few hours Suzy and Tiff teach Kari what is expected of her and how she is to behave. When she balks they spank her; when she is slow or forgets they spank her until she repeats every instruction to their satisfaction. More clothespins are clamped to the underside of her tits. An uncontrollable itch rises between her legs. By time they are done she is sweating and exhausted.

"Very good, Cunt," Suzy praises her. 

Tiff steps in front with a smile, "When you perform your duties correctly there will be rewards." She reaches for a clothespin and twists the nipple it is attached to. Simultaneously Suzy slides the big purple vibrator between her legs and across her clit. Bang! Kari erupts in a powerful orgasm. When she subsides Tiff asks, "Did you enjoy that, Cunt?"

"Oh Yes Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am; may this Cunt have another, please?"

"Not right now. You must only orgasm when told to do so by your owner."

Kari is released from the ceiling. She can barely lift her arms they are so numb. She doesn't resist as Suzy places the collar around her neck and then chains her to one of the floor bolts. The clips are removed and she is left naked and alone. Silently she cries.

Later, Kari only knows that the sun is setting from the color and slant of sunlight through the blinds; she assumes is that same day Suzy comes back in. She had heard the two talking in the other room but had been unable to make out what was said. Suzy kneels next to Kari, pats her head and sets a bowl of salad in front of her. Suzy goes out and returns with a small padded floor mat. She lengthens the chain so that Kari can move about a bit then leaves; closing the door behind her.

For three days Tiff and Suzy teach Kari what is expected and punish her when she disobeys, or is too slow, or forgets. The punishments become more intense. Kari's body starts to take on the look of one big welt. Each instruction period is followed by supervised practice. Correction of failure is swift and sharp. Soon her jaw is sore from the slaps. 

At first, in the morning of the second day after a nights rest she had protested. All that got her was gagged again. By lunch time she knew better and no longer argued and so had been spared the gag. Except for the collar and restraints she was naked the whole time. Always Suzy brought her meals in the same bowl without utensils which she had to eat without hands. During bathroom breaks she was chained to the toilet and cleaned like a baby afterwards. She is crying most of the time now.

Throughout the experience her sex drive becomes overwhelming. Even if the others hadn't tormented her breasts, her nipples would have been hard the whole time. Her pussy feels puffy and hot and she can often feel her juices leaking. Involuntarily her body had frequently jerked to get a hand to accidentally rub against her clit. It was driving Kari crazy with need.

Whenever a set of behaviors had been taught, practiced and learned Kari had been chained back to the ceiling and her pussy tortured with that vibrator until she was pleading for them to make her cum. Inside she feels shame at succumbing to the desire for climax, but she does it anyway. By Saturday night, she supposes it is Saturday, Kari thanks Suzy for the food and when Suzy touches her hair she leans into the touch. Suzy lingers for a moment before leaving. 

The following morning Kari is awakened by the sound of furniture moving. She opens her eyes to find two men, one large and beefy and the other black and wiry, moving her furniture out. Suzy stands next to her and Tiff directs the operation. Kari almost hollers for them to stop but catches herself in time. Both Suzy and Tiff watch her closely. The men seem experienced at moving even though they ogle her nakedness all the time they are in the room. 

"You have your mat and bowl so you won't need any of this junk anymore, Cunt," Suzy tells her.

"Thank you Mistress," Kari recited without thinking.

After the last piece is gone the four of them stand surrounding Kari. The hungry look on the small guys face frightens Kari a little. "Since it is this Cunt's stuff you moved she's going to pay you, right Cunt," Tiff prods.

"Yes Ma'am." But Kari is at a loss how she can do that. She assumes since Tiff and Suzy have taken her purse and wallet they will just charge it to her account.

"Good. On your knees, Cunt. Open your mouth, you're going to blow both of them and swallow their loads," orders Tiff.

It is too much. The training, newly learned, is not able to overcome Kari's natural revulsion at so gratuitous a sex act. She clamps her mouth closed and shakes her head while trying to move as far away as the chain will allow. She expects to be slapped which won't be as bad as she has gotten used to that over the last four days. 

Instead Suzy says, "You're right, Cunt. That is a lot of work and the Big Guy here deserves more." With that Tiff and Suzy quickly reposition and chain Kris until her legs are spread each one locked to an eye bolt and a chain connects her collar to one also, bending her over. Lastly, a strap around her waist is connected to the ceiling chain preventing her from squatting. "Step right up. She's decided to let you fuck her instead."

This is too much, "Nooooo," she wails.

Indicating the smaller guy, "Gag her please," directs Tiff.

Kari clamps her mouth shut again as Skinny Guy opens his pants and fishes out his stiffening cock. It is shiny and dark chocolate with an uncircumcised head. It is already dripping pre-cum. If Kari could back away she would. Unfortunately for her, besides the chains holding her in place there is the other guy standing behind her now. The slight backward lean brings her naked and exposed cunny into contact with what feels like a baton. Suddenly two big paws grab her hips and that baton rams into the tender folds of her labia seeking entrance to her vulnerable vagina. She opens her mouth to scream and Skinny Guy shoves his cock in.

Whispering in her ear Tiff tells Kari, "Keep that mouth open and let him fuck your throat or I'll put a clamp on your nipple so hard it will come off."

Kari believes her after three days, or is it four, of torture and fights to hold her jaws wide. Behind her the Big Guy has found his way into her pussy and he sinks the full length in until their hips meet. Kari sighs and bends her knees to take the force of his thrusts. "Oh yeah, that's fucking nice," he says.

The guy in front grabs ahold of her ears to hold her head steady and rapidly fucks her mouth. "Hey man, she's stroking my dick with her tongue."

Thankfully, the two set up a rhythm so it isn't too rough on her. Still, that cock pumping her snatch is big and he batters at her with it like it is a club. In front it becomes apparent that this guy intends to feed it all the way down her throat. She'd never deep throated before, only lightly licking her high school boyfriend's eighteen year old dick. Breathing becomes difficult and she gags with each incursion. Drool runs from her chin and clings in long strands to his cock when he draws back. 

The fucking is having an effect on her. She can feel how slick she's become and his cock glides easily into her body. The four days, or is it three, of torture and pleasure have taken a toll. Kari is out of her mind in need as all of her resistance finally crumbles. All the nipple twisting and clit stimulation just primed her for this. And now she has cock and she is going to have the biggest orgasm of her life. 

She pushes back against the Big Guy to meet his thrusts; increasing the power and stimulation she feels. In front, she lines her throat up so he can get more in. The tempo becomes furious. Everyone can see how desperate Kari is to cum. 

Tiff whispers in her ear, "Are you getting ready to cum, Cunt?"

Kari is floored. She needs this badly, but with this cock in her mouth she can't ask permission. She clamps her cunt muscles down to thwart the rising climax. "Damn, she's grabbing ahold of my dick with her pussy." That doesn't work it just makes the pussy pounding more intense. 

"Hey, I'm getting ready to cum, will she swallow?"

"Yes she will," confirms her owner, "but spray some of that on her face too."

Furiously skinny guy fucks Kari's mouth when suddenly she feels his warm salty semen hit the back of her throat. Her mouth fills with cum as she struggles to swallow. The next spurt strikes her square in the right eye. It stings a little. He strokes his dick flinging the last strands into her hair and onto her cheek. When he pulled free she gagged and a glob of spunk hit the floor as strands dripped from her nose as she chokes down what she can.

"MISTRESS, may I please CUM?"

"Not before he does."

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress."

Freed of the competition Big Guy is able to hammer Kari with gusto. Pussy juice smears his cock and mats his pubic hair. He grunts like a gorilla as he stops his own thrusts and resorts to simply moving her on and off his cock with his two beefy hands on her hips. 

"OH Fuck that's what I need," each of her words punctuated by the staccato gust of air forced from her with each drive into her cunt. A small part of Kari's mind wonders at how desperately she needs this fucking and how turned on she is by the violation happening to her. The shame only fuels her desire. Issues of contraception and safety are discarded for the overwhelming lust controlling her now. Her body takes over completely. "Yes, yes, yes that's how I like it. OHHH fuck my cunt you bastard."

Big Guy's face, flush from exertion, contorts as his own climax speeds from his balls. "Fuuuuck Yeahh."

"Gimme it; gimme your hot jizz so I can cum," Kari orders. His sperm blasts into her pussy like a fire hose. She feels the pulses as his cock throbs releasing each spurt. Kari is right on the edge of completion but holds there as the stimulation to her sex parts diminishes. Suddenly, Tiff and Suzy each grab a nipple; Suzy twists and Tiff pinches and pulls as hard as they can. With a scream Kari orgasms, "OH MY FUCKING YES, I'm CUMMMMMMING!"

Big Guy falls back pulling his semi-flaccid cock from Kari's steaming cunt. Quickly, the two girls snap shots with their camera phones of Kari's violated pussy. Unprompted Kari moans, "Thank you Sirs; Thank you Mistress, may your cunt have some more, please?"

Tiff and Suzy look at each other and then Suzy laughs, "You heard the Cunt fellas, she'd like some more." Skinny guy has been stroking his dick since unloading and is already hard again. He jumps at the chance to get in that slutty pussy. Without preamble Big Guy walks around to her face and stuffs his sticky dick in her mouth. 

Kari doesn't have time to consider that she is now sucking her own pussy juice mixed with cum from this guy's dick. He's bigger around and will be bigger still by the time he has regained his erection. She yelps around his dick when Skinny Guy stabs his long prick into her loose pussy. She has barely come off her climax high and they have her right back to the top. It's a little difficult to concentrate on the action at each end while trying not to cum. She fails once and shudders as a wave of pleasure sweeps through her body making her legs weak. Tiff doesn't miss the failure and slaps her titties with the riding crop a half dozen times. 

Both men go at her holes with vigor. She's bouncing between them like a rag doll. Skinny Guy unloads first again, but this time pulls out and shoots his load all over her butt, asshole and pussy. Big Guy can't hold out any longer and as his partner wipes the dribbles on her cheeks he fills her mouth with a rush of semen. She gags, chokes, and swallows what she can while the rest runs down her chin. He keeps his prick in her mouth until she sucks every drop from him and then licks him clean. "Thank you Sirs, thank you Mistress, may your cunt have more, please?"

"I think that's enough for today," Suzy decides. They see the redressed movers away before coming back into the room. Kari is still bent at the waist, chained to the floor with sperm splattered over her face and ass and leaking from her pussy. They take their time and photograph her from every angle. Next they take the same pics with her camera ordering her to smile as they shoot her. Then they Instagram a before and after pic with the caption, "I look like this in class; I look like this right now."


Kari, Tiffany and Mistress Suzy Ch. 02



At six a.m. Monday morning after Tiffany and Suzy began training Kari they woke her up gently. The two young women quietly removed the restraints. The behavior is so odd after the abuse that Kari is speechless. 

Suzy begins saying, "That was a lot of fun. I hope you enjoyed it, too. Watching those dudes fuck you like that was so hot I brought myself to three orgasms thinking about it."

Tiff remains silent. Kari senses that she doesn't quite agree with what Suzy is doing but is going along anyway. All Kari can think about is how they are going to torture her if she says the wrong thing. "Yes, Mistress Suzy."

Suzy looks at Tiff and smiles. "Great," she says. "It's over now," saying that she steps behind Kari and unlocks the collar. "I'm going to put this right here," she lays the symbol of her authority on the coffee table where they first showed her the toys. 

Kari, still naked but totally free, watches her roommates. Terror and relief fight for supremacy inside. She glances back and forth between them looking for some clue as to their true intentions. 

Suzy recognizes the anxiety in her friend. "It's really over, honey. We're not going to do anything else to you." She pauses for effect before continuing, "Unless you want us to." They all look at each other in a kind of Mexican stand-off of wills. 

Tiffany continues, "Right, anytime you want to try this again all you have to do is put the collar back on yourself. "

"Of course, if you willingly put it back on you can never take it off again on your own," Suzy adds.

"What do you mean," Kari finally asks?

Tiffany spells out the situation for her frightened roomie, "If you put the collar back on yourself then you are agreeing to become Suzy's property permanently for her to use however she chooses until she sets you free." 

"I'd never agree to something like that!"

"Of course not, honey," Suzy soothes. "But just in case, we'll leave this right here if you change your mind."

No more is said on the subject that day. They each go to class. Kari finds that none of her clothes remain and resorts to wearing a blouse and skirt that Tiff provides. There isn't any underwear to go with it. Walking between classes she feels every cool spring breeze brush across her now hairless pussy. By the third class of the day juice has slicked the inside of her thighs. It's so erotic her pussy heats even more. 

Throughout the day Kari notices people shooting her quick glances or openly leering. Sometimes there is whispering behind her when she enters the room, other times talking ceases. The unusual attention heightens her sense of impropriety. The heat between her legs increases. 

Following her third class she heads to her favorite off campus coffee shop for some hot joe while she works on her English Lit paper. She's so engrossed in the work she doesn't notice Kevin's approach until he speaks. She and Kevin started dating right after the first football game when they met at an after party. Like her, he is a freshman. They have seen each other frequently, Friday nights, football games on Saturday, a movie now and then and they study together. She'd started to think of him as her boyfriend and she knows he has told his friends she's his girl. Looking at him over her laptop Kari suddenly wonders who Tiff sent the pics to. 

"I said, 'Are you avoiding me?'" Kevin is a wiry fresh-faced kid just starting to fill out. He and Kari have messed around a little in his car and at her house. He'd been thinking that they might really have a thing going between them. "First you send me that freaky pic and then you won't answer when I call. You've been MIA all weekend. What the fuck is going on?"

Kari pales trying to think of some way to avoid telling him what happened to her the last four days. The memory of the movers fucking her chained body pops to the mind sending an instant charge to her already sensitive clit. She feels the juices gathering between her folds. "I was really busy. Umm..."

"And the picture?"

"Look, I'm...I'm trying to finish this paper for class. Can we...," Kari tries to deflect. Unfortunately, she is interrupted by two pimply-faced boys who lean over Kevin's shoulder ogling her.

"Hey, are you the girl in the...," to Kevin, "is she the one you...you dog...how was it cumming over...," back toward Kari, "can we get a shot at your..."

The remarks and suggestions overwhelm her in their suddenness. Humiliated she shrinks away from their bold familiarity. Then she latches on to one of the remarks. "Did you show them the pic?"

"Fuck yeah," they chime together. The tall one continues, "...and we've been reposting it. You are one famous chick."

No wonder everyone in her classes stared at her. And talked about her. Kari stares at Kevin and the snide shit-eating grin plastered across his face. She thought they had something together. She thought that he really liked her. Now, looking in his eyes she sees only disdain and a hunger for what he thinks she is willing to do. His next words stab at her heart.

"It looked to me like you wanted people to know what you like to do. I was thinking we could head to my dorm and, you know, I mean if you like it freaky and all, all four of us could go," Kevin suggests.

Kari closes her laptop; her work unsaved, and gathers her things. "No, I...I don't do that...no," she stammers. Clutching everything to her chest for protection she stands and turns away. 

Kevin doesn't take the rejection well. "What the fuck, bitch," she exclaims too loudly? "You'll be somebody's fuck toy but you're now too innocent for me. I hope you fucking catch a disease, you bitch."

Everyone in the shop turns to look not at the speaker but at Kari. She desperately wants to hide from the scrutiny, hide from the accusing stares. The feelings of shame she felt at Suzy and Tiff's hands are nothing compared to the utter humiliation caused by Kevin's objectification. She means no more to him than a place to get his rocks off and when denied he scorns her. Tears fill her eyes, cheeks beet red she stumbles past the curious and judgmental thoroughly mortified. At the corner she grabs the bus paying the fare then heads for an empty seat. 

Alone with her thoughts Kari begins to feel the isolation. Her phone rings. The smiling face of Kevin on the screen mocks her. His words repeat the accusations in her mind. Less than a week earlier she was good, chaste, innocent. Her thoughts churn over how quickly her life turned upside down. The worst part is despite the abuse and provocation she still felt a surge of desire in her belly at the thought of taking them all. In the isolation of the bus images flash through her mind's eye of what it would be like to have three at once. A shudder of revulsion runs down her spine. And of desire. The more she tries to push the memories of two at once, of the massive orgasm exploding from her clit when that big dick entered her, her hunger for more in her belly the more they fill her mind. Juice seeps from her cunt soaking the skirt separating her from the hard seat. 

She's first back to the house. Everything looks normal except her empty bedroom. On her phone is a dozen missed messages from Kevin and other unrecognized numbers. She deletes the messages unheard. The collar rests on the table mocking her. Kari sits and cries.

In the morning Kari wakes on the couch after crying herself to sleep. The first thing she sees is the collar. At the sight a surge of excitement tickles her insides. She hurriedly pushes the thoughts that rise unbidden down. Both Tiff and Suzy's doors are closed. Hers stands open where she can see the restraints and the mat. She hurries to the bathroom. Still without any clothes of her own she hangs the blouse and skirt to steam as she showers. A new day gives her new strength. Under the water Kari makes plans to shop for new clothes after class. The unexpected opportunity to redefine her personal style lightens her mood. Armed with a plan she heads to class ignoring the pangs from her stomach.

Unfortunately for Kari her fellow students do not realize she has a plan. Instead she receives more of the same as yesterday. Crude and suggestive remarks follow her through the halls. In the first class she finds an obscene picture in her seat. After class she skips the Young Democrats meeting to head home shopping completely forgotten. At the house she finds dozens of e-mails most asking for a hook-up. Her Facebook account is flooded with messages. The least asking her to perform some sexually deviant act, the worst are calling her whore and slut. By the time Tiff gets home she's crying again. 

Kari is hesitant to confide in Tiffany due to the aggressive manner she took in the training but to her surprise the older girl draws Kari into her arms. All the changes and the abuse and trauma overcome her. She cries once again clutching her friend in desperation. Tiffany holds her like a child. Over the next hour Kari relates the treatment she has received over the last two days. When Suzy gets home Tiff fills her in. Likewise, Suzy is sympathetic and consoling to Kari. For the rest of the evening they laugh and share like before. For a time Kari forgets her troubles pushing the events of the last six days into a compartment. The reality though is not far away as she discovers when her girlfriends head to bed and she is again left with the mat in her room turned torture chamber or the couch. The last thing she sees is as she closes her eyes is the collar. 

That night she dreams of being surrounded in her classroom. The boys paw and tear at her clothes and flesh. Around and around she turns looking for an exit only to be turned back by the girls screaming obscenities. On the desk her teacher directs the men to punish her. The scene is so powerful she jerks awake. She's panting so hard it is several moments before she realizes her hand is on her pussy with a finger inside. Revolted at herself she tries to go back to sleep. 

On Wednesday her tormentors become embolden by her lack of effective resistance. She finds herself groped in the halls. One hand gooses her so hard the skirt is left wedged in the crease of her ass. Sniggers surround her at every turn. Still Kari takes heart in that nothing she is experiencing is as painful or humiliating as what she went through on the weekend. The thought gives her courage and with courage comes a new sense of excitement. Her nipples stiffen as much from that as the uninvited pinching. In a way the harder the treatment the more confidence she feels and the more aroused she becomes. By her third class she sits erect and undaunted. Three day old clothes and still no underwear no longer intimidate her.

Unexpectedly the professor hands her a note for a conference after class. Momentarily the fear resurfaces but she steels herself and heads over to his office. Images form her dream of a teacher directing the assault on her cause her to wonder what he might have in mind. Part of her wonders if she wants him to try something. By the time she's seated her bare bottom on the hard wooden office chair she is concentrating more on his crotch than the reason he summoned her. Professor Daniel Fletcher is twenty-eight years old, medium height with a runner's body. His sandy blond hair is tasseled from scratching at it while he thinks. He likes to wear jeans with his dress shirts. Kari stops herself before she licks her lips. 

Part of her wonders if she is truly a slut as the others say. All she can think about is how big his cock is inside the jeans. She hasn't cum sense Sunday and that had been the biggest of her life. She stops this train of thought abruptly chiding herself that she's not an animal only following instinct. She forces herself to concentrate on his words. 

"Kari, I can't help noticing that you are the center of attention in class and that it might be hurtful for you." His earnest concern is written on his handsome face. 

"It's nothing," Kari deflects.

"Are you certain?" Professor Fletcher searches her eyes for some clue before continuing, "The University has a very strict policy against bullying. I can put you in contact with a counselor or the proper authorities if you want."

Kari hadn't expected this. "No, Thank you, it was just a," she pauses searching for what to call it before settling on, "...a prank that got out of hand. Thank you, I can handle it on my own." She leaves his office. It hadn't been a prank at all. As horrible as the training had been the aftermath of the pictures is worse. 

Back at the house Kari sorts through her mail. She selects and opens a pretty pink envelope with Delta Ki embossed on it. She had rushed in the fall and been accepted fulfilling her first goal at college, to be a Delta Ki like her mom. In one sentence that joy is ripped away from her:

Due to your failure to maintain the high standards of behavior expected of Delta Ki members your membership in this sorority has been terminated by majority vote in special session. 

Hand scrawled at the bottom is a personal P.S:

There's no place for deviants like you here. 

Barely able to hold back another torrent of tears at this latest rejection she opens an official correspondence from the university. Inside is a notification that her application to the education program is on hold pending review and a scheduled meeting with the department chair to determine her suitability as a scholarship recipient. And with that another piece of her life crumbles into ruins. 

She sees through tear blurred eyes the collar lying on the table. The little lock on the back is open. In a futile burst of resistance she snatches up the hateful thing and throws it into the trash. Emotionally exhausted from even this small effort Kari collapses on the couch weeping. 

Unknown to Kari her roommates have been conducting a sabotage campaign. They have systematically sent pictures of her restrained and fucked by two guys to each of her classmates, teachers, acquaintances, associates and colleagues. Each message is accompanied with a note telling them that she likes it rough and being forced. Though Kari keeps thinking she can handle what she believes is only a transitory period of infamy she is actually only beginning a calculated siege of humiliation. 

"Wake up, Honey," Suzy gently coaxes her friend. The ebon beauty is looking country in a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top. "Kari, are you alright? You've been sleeping out on the couch every day this week." Suzy is hardly surprised at that as she had previously had all the furniture removed from the girl's room. Her overtures of compassion as well as Tiff's are as false as her eyelashes. This is more of her plan to guide Kari into believing only she cares about her and can fix her problem. 

"Oh, Suzy, everyone is being so mean to me," the helpless girl cries.

Suzy puts her arm around Kari, "That's so sad," using her most sympathetic voice, "tell me what is happening to you." The question is more to ascertain the effectiveness of her strategy than any real concern for Kari's wellbeing. Kari recounts all of the taunts and physical bullying that has gone on since Monday. Emotionally the past three days have been the longest of her life. 

"Well, what did you expect to happen when you go around acting like a slut," Suzy asks calmly. 

Kari looks in disbelief at Suzy. Her mind churns trying to reconcile the tender treatment with the callous words and fails. Instead she pulls away from the older girl a new set of sobs starting to rack her tight young body. The short black skirt highlights her smooth pink legs and narrow waist. The thin white blouse has spent more time revealing her firm high breasts than concealing them. And braless, the cotton material has kept her nipples constantly hard. 

Suzy stares back at Kari taking in the whole schoolgirl nymph look appreciatively. "You can't be surprised. You go around looking like an escapee from a hentai video and you're wondering why people think you're easy?"

Kari just sits stunned.

"Come on, girl, everyone can tell you aren't wearing any underwear and you're in a constant state of arousal. I can smell you now."

Suzy's words hit home with Kari. She's been so caught up in how unfair her situation is that she hasn't given any thought as to how she looks. The fact that she no longer owns any clothes of her own and these are the only two articles that she possesses and they're borrowed at that doesn't occur to her. Now she takes stock and is humiliated to discover that she is indeed juicing. Memory triggers with the awareness bringing up images of cock in her face and a sensation of being filled. Involuntarily she licks her lips.

"See what I mean, you're thinking of fucking right now." Suzy can't believe how right Tiff had been about Kari's response to the manipulations. Gloating inside she carries on, "You got to get ahold of yourself, girl. I'd like to help, I could probably fix things so it isn't bad for you any longer, but you got to want it." Saying that she glances meaningfully at the coffee table and the collar Kari had so recently disposed of lying in its familiar spot. 

"Jevon is taking me to the rodeo tonight and then we're coming back here." Kari's blank look makes Suzy explain, "You know, he and I are going to my room, we agreed that the others wouldn't be around or would stay out of sight when we have a guy over."

"Right," Kari stammers remembering.

"Great, I got to get ready. Let me know if you want me to fix things for you, girlfriend," she kisses Kari on her cheek with a little more force and linger than is customary for friends before heading to her room.

Kari agonizes over the knowledge that she is actually excited by the abuse she is receiving. Her body is undeniably excited. Truthfully, she can't remember not being moist down there since her ordeal began, what kind of person gets excited by being tortured and forced to suck cock she thinks. The implications for her are un-nerving. Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes that she's rubbing her clit as she thinks. She rearranges her skirt just in time as Suzy bounces out of her room wearing denim pants that look painted on, a button-up shirt open and untucked over her tank top and a beat up straw cowboy hat. 

Suzy blows Kari a kiss on her way out the door. Alone and uncertain Kari ponders her situation. Her whole life she has always tried to do what's right. In high school she worked hard, got straight A's, volunteered with the elderly and even served on a campaign for a local official. But despite her every effort she can't seem to regain control of her life. Flustered she heads for the shower.

As she waits for the water to heat she examines herself in the mirror. Wavy strawberry blonde hair frames a round friendly face. Though she's never thought of herself as a great beauty she certainly is pretty with a short narrow nose, bright blue eyes and wide mouth made for smiling. And for sucking cock, a thought jumps out in her mind. She pushes that kind of thinking back down. Her breasts are full round and high. She caresses each from underneath brushing each stiff and slightly tender nipple as she does so. 

Her self-examination continues down her flat stomach to the smooth mound above her hooded clit. With tentative fingers she presses the hard hidden nub. In response she feels the heat rise in her pussy. She spreads her legs slightly to gain access and sees that her labia, always large, are parted and glistening with dew. Kari remembers how nice the Big Guys cock felt going in. Of their own accord she pushes two fingers inside. The resultant mini orgasm bends her knees and she grabs the sink for support. "Damn," she mutters, "I do want to fuck."

Kari steps into the steam filled shower stall. The hot water feels good and for the first time in more than a week she feels at peace. A large handful of Herbal Essence goes into her hair which she works to a lather. With suds in her hair she grabs the body wash and begins on her skin. Starting with first one small foot on the shower seat then the next she soaps up getting between each toe. She skips past her waist and butt to move on to her chest and arms. The slippery cleanser encourages her to slowly caress her own breasts. 




Kari, Tiffany and Mistress Suzy Ch. 02



She strokes and squeezes her two pert globes. They both stand high on her chest with no sag at all. The familiar touch brings both nipples to a stand. She continues the manipulation becoming more aggressive until she's pulling on them an inch or more away from her body. Her breasts swell with the stimulation and she feels the heat build between her legs. When she has them hard like she wants them it's now time to soap up between her thighs. 

Two hands slide like lovers down her flat belly and soapy fingers slip between her thighs. One leg repositions to allow free access to the blood swollen lips guarding her vaginal entrance. It's a shower so first thing is cleanliness. Knowing fingers run between folds and across her diamond hard clit before sliding around her hips only to dive into her slippery ass crease causing a wholly different kind of excitement. Back to the front and a quick dip into her hidden treasure before she grabs for the shower head, but rinsing off is not on her mind. 

With a twist she sets the flow on stream which she directs first to her hair. Suds flow freely sliding along curves and down her back before washing down the drain. Next she sprays moisturizing soap away luxuriating in the hat spray. The hard stream makes her skin tingle as she thinks how like a man's emission it feels. She directs the flow toward her aching pussy. All the touching and twisting and fingered teasing has pushed her to the edge. With just a little help from the shower head she can finally reach satisfaction. The hand wand turns upward as the stinging spray splashes against her stomach before finding its way to the target. The spray strikes her clit peeking out from its hood making her tremble in anticipation. 

Then the hot stream finds its mark. It almost feels like it did on Sunday when they first pushed against her opening. The heat and pressure there make her ready and vulnerable. She doesn't wait any longer and pushes the shower head against her sex moving it until the powerful stream finds its way inside. It feels so good there that soon she rolls her hips trying for more penetration. The stimulation climbs as the pressure builds inside. She finds her clit with her free hand. Water pours down her legs after gushing back out of her pussy as she masturbates furiously. The resultant orgasm nearly knocks her from her feet. As the excitement fades she hurriedly finishes rinsing before shutting off the water. 

Once again standing before the mirror naked she flinches at the unspoken accusation of harlotry in the reflective gaze. All her life she'd been told that only prostitutes and sluts spread themselves for fun and take pleasure from some other source than their husbands. Now she'd not only taken two men at once but she'd also self-gratified. The fading tingles of climax put the period to the shame filled eyes with any thought to Tiff or Suzy's culpability drowned in the hurricane of self-loathing. 

Redressing in the same dingy skirt and blouse Kari hurries out. Uppermost in her thoughts is a plan to regain control over her life and dignity. The walk is moderate and she makes good time striding boldly as shortly she arrives at church. In desperation she lays hold of that ancient axiom; confession is good for the soul. Inside she feels the warm presence of spiritual community. The sanctuary is brightly lit this early spring evening. Many occupy pews communing with their spiritual father. To one side candles blink with each breath of air ignited in prayer for the departed. The sounds of fellowship echo faintly from the common areas. 

Kari dips her fingers, advances, kneels and crosses herself before turning sharply to the right heading for the confessionals. In her mind she anticipates the unconditional empathy that accompanies the hearing and even looks forward to the penance that awaits her. She steps in and closes the door waiting for the panel to open signifying the confessional father is ready. At the sound of the wooden partition sliding she blurts the ritual phrase eager to begin.

With the priest's permission she continues. She starts with the conversation that began her ordeal confessing what she now believes was an immoral desire in her heart. The trauma of the past week subtly alters the way she sees her own thoughts so that she thinks she instigated the whole thing. With little difficulty she speaks of the training she endured going so far as to claim responsibility for tempting her roommates into this sin by her own wantonness. When she reaches the point in her narrative where she takes the two men she hesitates. Even now she can hardly believe that she acted so debased. Tears again stand in her eyes as she softly sobs.

The confessor gently clears his throat, "Take your time my child."

Kari gathers her courage and rushes through this next part unconsciously using the simplest though most obscene words like cock, fuck and cum. She doesn't withhold the fact that she begged for it even though she'd been manipulated. Taking a breath she finishes by recounting the verbal intimidation she has endured for three days accentuating how she has been aroused by it. Finished she pants catching her breath waiting for the customary judgment and benediction. 

Like a sledgehammer to the spine the priest's words cut off her last hope. 

"Your brazen and adulterous harlotry is not unknown to us," he begins. "We are a faith community of families with children and there is no place for a slut here. Begone you filthy whore and never return!"

If it were possible to hear a soul die that is the sound that is torn from Kari's throat as she bursts from the confessional. She races out of the only place she had expected to find solace. The priest's words replay in her mind crucifying her on the tree of her own shame. Without stopping or thinking she runs heedless through the streets until exhausted she collapses weeping. 

Passersby whisper and point before moving on. When she has cried until there are no more tears to cry and the early spring evening chill is raising goose bumps she takes stock of her location. She is on the quad in front of the admin building. In the distance she can see warm lights in dorm windows. The light clothing is little defense against the chill. 

"Hey aren't you that girl in the picture," a voice from the shadows speaks. 

Kari searches for the source. Instinctively she knows which picture he means as two young men step into the weak light. "Yeah," she confirms.

They visibly steel themselves for the next part, "How...how about taking us on, too?"

Inside Kari is numb from the spiritual rejection, her self-esteem twisted. Less than a week ago she would have laughed at them thereby driving them away emotionally emasculated. Today, unaware that she is dancing to the machinations of her two roomies, she replies, "Sounds good, I'll do you both right here for fifty a piece." She's a whore, the priest said so, her friends say so, the other students say so and her conscience says so, and this is how whores behave she thinks.

"Fuck YEAH," they yell. "Where ya wanna go to do this?"

"Right here is good." Kari drops to her knees and quickly opens the first guys fly and fishes out his cock. Despite his boldness he didn't really believe that anything was going to happen so his penis is only partially erect. In a detached part of her mind Kari notices that he's only average at best, hardly long enough to reach where she needs to feel it. The act of stroking his inflating cock is having an equally arousing effect on her. The other boy pulls his own pud free for her to jack. 

The hard concrete under her knees and the prospect of being seen sends a shiver through her spine. Finally given over to her secret desires she experiences a surge in her loins. She examines both cocks in an almost clinical fashion. Both are circumcised and smooth. One has a slight curve while the other points to the sky. Shy pops one in her mouth and delights in the wickedness of it all. For the next ten minutes she switches back and forth from one to the other sucking and licking. She practices deep throating though neither offers much difficulty. When she cups their balls they both groan in appreciation. 

Neither is very experienced so it's small wonder that the oral treatment brings the Bent Dick Guy to the edge when Kari tongues his slit as she bobs on his stiffy. She feels him swell as his urgency overcomes his restraint. The first pulse hits the back of her throat so suddenly that she gags for a moment causing her to release his still spewing member. His remaining strings of cum strike her forehead and in her hair. She quickly catches his organ between her lips and draws the remaining beads of cream from his softening dick. 

The cum on her face dripping from her brow heightens the heat she feels inside. Getting facialized in public and maybe caught has her pussy juicing so much she starts bouncing trying to squeeze her clit with her thighs to increase the excitement. The little button is practically buzzing. Afraid that the other guy isn't far from his climax also she stands and guides them to a nearby bench where she climbs onto her hands and knees. With her ass hanging off one end she flips her skirt up exposing her bare ass to the whistled appreciation of the young man. 

As much as she would dearly love for him to eat her she knows he hasn't the stamina. She wiggles her hips encouragingly. When she feels him place both hands on her hips she turns her attention back to the flaccid member in front of her. She takes him back into her mouth as she marvels at how hot it made her to have him cum in her face. The way they just assumed that she would be willing to take them both on and her own willingness to accommodate them makes her hornier than she ever remembered being. Inside a small part of her wails in despair but she doesn't care anymore.

As the cock she craves pushes home she rocks back hard driving him as deep as possible. She means to encourage him to fuck her hard. He gets the hint. With a firm grip on each hip he starts banging her snatch for all he's worth. With each stroke he pulls free before slamming home. The sudden stop causes his semen heavy sac to smack against her engorged clit sparking mini orgasms. She'd scream if not for the cock in her mouth.

The spent penis ought to disgust her as she swirls her tongue around the sad thing. And it does which makes her all the more eager to fellate the thing. Every fiber of her cries out to be used. Behind her the inexperienced boy finally starts to get into the action. He rhetorically asks her if getting it bent over the bench is how she likes it while slapping her cheek not nearly hard enough and calling her a bitch. The humiliating treatment pushes her over the edge even though it is hardly demeaning at all. She squirms and bucks back pushing him deep. The frenzy is too much as he grips her tight enough to bruise and shoots a sticky stream into her young snatch. 

The two young men stagger apart pulling their respective pricks from her willing body. Neither knows quite how to respond to what is now their greatest sexual escapade, and in Bent Dick Guy's case never equaled, of their young lives. Kari trembles as the orgasmic waves subside. Realizing that they just publicly screwed an anonymous woman in public hastily pull their jeans up while looking around guiltily. The second fellow pulls a five from his pocket and tosses the crumpled bill at Kari's soiled face. 

"Here's a five for the ride, bitch," he sneers. His friend does the same as the two dash off before they can be recognized. 

Kari takes her time. She savors the indignity of being used in public and paid pittance for the service. Slowly she stands and straightens her skirt. Kari now turns her step toward home with a casual evening stroll, her slut badge of honor worn proudly streaked from hair to chin.

By the time she covers the three blocks to the house semen has leaked from her pussy and has smeared her inner thighs. She doesn't mind because the sensation keeps her cunt afire. At the front door she pauses. Thoughts of how she came to this point sweep away her resolve and suddenly she trembles from fear. Inside Suzy is entertaining Jevon. Quietly opening the door, Kari enters. She tiptoes to her room where she closes the door. 

*****

Thursday morning Suzy rolls out of bed at eight. Her first class isn't until ten so she is looking forward to a long hot shower after fucking Jevon. She hustled the handsome man out around three because, after all, she rooms with two women and it wouldn't do to have him scoping them out in their nightwear in the morning. She takes the three steps to the bathroom freezing a step inside. For a second she rewinds her memory to something unusual seen out of the corner of her eye.

From her bedroom the living room is visible and she is certain that there was something in there. Suzy steps back into the hall. The sight is powerful with victory. She smiles and walks into the room. Inside she wants to crow like Peter Pan. Instead she stands waiting for a proper greeting.

Kari is kneeling naked in presentation position facing the hall in order to see Suzy as soon as she leaves her room. The collar with coffee grounds and bits of egg hanging from it is around her neck. Dried cum steaks her face and inner thighs, tears stream openly down her cheeks. 

In a firm voice that falters only once Kari submits, "Mistress Suzy, your property needs you to fix her trouble. This Cunt has fornicated without your permission. The evidence of her misbehavior is still on her. Please punish her so that she may learn obedience."



Kari, Tiffany and Mistress Suzy Ch. 03



Prologue

Three weeks ago. 

Susan's phone chirps softly alerting her to a waiting text message. She pulls the pink Hello Kitty embossed box from her hip pocket. Dexterous caramel tinted fingers type out her response. She slides the phone back into her pocket. She heads on to class.

*****

Outside the Plissken Science Building Tiffany Russell tucks her phone back into its home inside her purse. 'Everything has a place and everything in its place,' is her motto. Her mouth tightens into a thin line as she opens the notes tab on her laptop screen. Professor Xian's lectures are Tiff's favorites. Today's lecture is on the role of self-esteem in survival and how it affects behavior. The corners of her mouth slowly curl up. 

"In conclusion, whereas in lower order animals, those species which have a communal structure, when they commit acts that we would interpret as sacrificial, they are, in fact, operating by hereditary instinct; humans take such actions deliberately." Professor Xian, the thirty-eight year old Vietnamese woman, emphasizes. Always meticulous, she projects power by her attention to detail and air of absolute certainty. She dresses her 5'2" frame in power colors and styles that accentuate her femininity while simultaneously elevating her above the common. It is calculated and controlled for maximum effect. "Those actions, though in the individual appear to be independent actions, are actually the result of mass behavioral modification. A modification undergone willingly and, I might add, happily." 

Professor Xian pauses in her lecture pinning the class in place with her steely gaze. She continues, "It is only the most astute mind that can apprehend the action of cultural modification and then elevate itself to the position of initiator." Again challenging her class with her gaze, "Are you an initiator?"

When Prof. Xian is finished Tiff packs away her things thinking about later that day. Despite her reserved demeanor, inside she is bouncing up and down. 

*****

Later that day Suzy and Tiff sit together over tea and sandwiches. Being students they usually don't eat out for lunch. Both are health conscious and are proud of their figures. Suzy runs track even though she is an accounting and econ major. Taut muscles glide under the smooth skin of her runner's body. Her customary attire is loose and open showing lots of skin in a carefree innocent fashion. She keeps her hair trimmed close and her nails long, well-manicured and polished.

Tiffany on the other hand is a high octane dynamo. Tiny in comparison to Susan, she is all soft and round where the larger girl is hard and sleek. A high metabolism and fanatical dedication to Pilates are her beauty secrets. Most often she pulls her long chestnut hair into a severe braid that little flatters her. With an hourglass figure though and a fearlessly open disposition she has never lacked for admirers despite having not yet taken one as a lover.

"I've got an idea," Tiffany begins.

*****

Interlude 1

"I'm nervous," Suzy confesses. "I mean, it's all well and good to speculate at what we would do when watching a movie, but that doesn't mean we're going to do it." 

Two weeks of frantic study in addition to their regular course work, secret trips to the local adult novelty store for hands on inspection of various toys and accessories, waiting for the on-line order to arrive and late night planning sessions to prepare their plan has had its effect on the two women. Suzy is a mass of jangling nerves. Tiff is practically salivating; her pussy is definitely moist in anticipation. Both are eager to commence with the plan.

Inside Suzy has to admit to herself that she really doesn't know what she expects to happen or even what she wants to achieve by enslaving Kari. Even though they agreed that Tiff would only be the trainer, Suzy isn't sure why she wants a sub. She's not into girls and she doesn't swing or even have a kink to speak of. Just the same, Suzy wants her own personal property and that is good enough reason for her she thinks.

Tiffany, on the other hand, is absolutely sure why she wants to do this. In her estimation Kari has given every indication that she not only is a follower, but she wants someone to just reach out and take command of her life. To Tiff that is an invitation. And initiators never question the morality of shepherding sheep; they just do it because they can.

When Kari comes in Suzy nearly springs on her while Tiff forces herself to remain still by steely resolve alone. Both women though feel the rush of adrenaline as they implement their plan. Both women experience intense arousal. And even though it is for very different reasons, both experience a small orgasm when Tiff slaps Kari.

*****

"Holy Fuck, I can't believe we did that," Suzy begins. The adrenaline high is wearing off causing her to tremble slightly. 

"I told you she would cooperate." 

"Damn, my pussy's wet. That was the hottest thing I've ever done."

Tiff's cunt is juicing too, but she doesn't say so. For her, the torture had been strictly clinical, a process designed to achieve an end. And it is her plan that they are following. Silently she chides herself for too much satisfaction. They've made a good beginning, but beginnings don't make success. 

Tiff lays out the next step. "It's important that only you feed her. Nourishment is second only to affection in creating willing obedience. She must associate the fear caused by the correction with her disobedience while simultaneously connecting tenderness with you."

Suzy thinks that over for a moment, "Won't that make her hate herself?"

"Absolutely, it is imperative that she think of herself as bad and you as good for this to work." Tiff remembers when she got her first puppy. Her dad took them both to the training classes as soon as the animal was old enough. The first thing the trainer told them was he trained the owners as much as he trained the animal. At this moment she knows how true that statement had been. "We want to make her love you for punishing her. Do something kind to her when you go in to feed her."

They continue discussing each step of the plan as they move into the kitchen where Tiff assembles a plain green salad in a dog dish. Both women have to be spot on with their roles for this to work. 

Suzy leans casually against the counter watching her friend work, "This is a lot of work remembering all the rules and stuff." She absently rubs between her legs.

The motion isn't lost on Tiff. "Did that make you horny," she asks while indicating with her head Suzy's hand rubbing her crotch?

"Fuck, I'm so damn hot right now I'd jump Jevon on the street."

"Well don't let her hear you. She can't think that what is happening to her, what we are doing to her, has any emotional or physical value to you beyond pride of ownership."

*****

With the lights out in her room, Suzy pulls a slim bullet vibe from her drawer. She lies back on her bed turning the shiny chrome torpedo in her hands, a personal purchase she made while preparing for enslaving Kari. A small twist on the knob and the thing springs to life. Its gentle vibration feels warm in her hand. Her thoughts return to Kari writhing under the wand as she pressed it against her clit.

She traces circles around her nipples through the worn cotton top with the tip making them hard. Her clit begins to tingle in response. Like a swinging pendulum she lets the tip trace a crazy path from the heights of her breasts down her smooth muscled stomach before diverting at the last moment to her thigh. She feels the tingling increase. Her skin temperature increases with her excitement only making her want the hard metal touch all the more. 

With a quick turn she marks a rainbow path back up her thigh across her stomach and down the other leg. Her pelvis rises in thwarted anticipation. She smiles at her self-inflicted torment. 

*****

Interlude 2

"I'm really concerned, Father," Tiffany squeaks in her most innocent voice. "Ever since she moved in with us she's been getting worse and worse."

"You know, of course, that even though our conversation is confidential, this is not the forum for idle gossip," Father Mercer replied. The two sit side-by-side in padded chairs, a small round table with Kleenex on top separates them. 

Tiff plucks a tissue which she applies to the corner of her eye. "Oh, I know, Father. It's just that I can feel my soul getting dirty from having to listen and see all the perverse things she does." She sniffles a little.

Father Mercer waits patiently for the young woman to continue. Too many times he's sat here listening to young people cry about how awful their roomie is, and then an hour later listen to the other one say the same thing. Usually he gets them together where they can talk over their conflict till they get to the crux of the matter. It always comes down to learning to live in proximity to someone new. Most of the time communication is the key to resolving their trouble.

This is the most dangerous part of her plan. So far all she has done is hit send on a little cyber bullying. Now she's face-to-face with someone who can call BS on her little plan. Inside her stomach is turning flip-flops. She's so excited by the risk of getting caught she starts trembling. Quickly raising the tissue to her eye she turns the involuntary tremor to her advantage by feigning quiet sobs.

With slow, deliberately chosen words Tiff recounts the fictitious events of Kari's amorous adventures. She uses plenty of emotion evincing words to paint the picture of Kari's lewd behavior. Tiff weeps openly at how the sounds of sexual congress through the wall assault her ears making her physically ill filling her narrative with short, memorable descriptors. All the while she monitors the Father's physical responses. As the account becomes more lurid his breathing shortens. When he rubs the sweat from his palms Tiff closes in for the kill.

"Sunday morning she brought two strange men to her room and with the door open let them both have her in the most obscene way." 

"I'm sure it isn't as bad as all that, my child," Father Mercer reassures her after swallowing hard.

"Oh, but it is, Father," she wails. And with a sly look hidden behind the tissue she sets the hook, "I've tried to pray for her soul, but she mocks me at every turn. She even wears her crucifix while fornicating." Tiff breaks down in sobs.

Father Mercer reaches over to clasp her hand in comfort. Tiffany is too fast for him as she slips her phone into his hand instead. "This is the video she sent to everyone afterwards." Reflexively he takes the device looking down at the screen. Both sit in stunned silence as the images play. 

"OH Fuck that's what I need," Kari's voice rises clearly from the tiny speaker, "Yes, yes, yes that's how I like it. OHHH fuck my cunt you bastard." Tiff deliberately set the volume on high. 

The color drains from Father Mercer's face. Sweat beads on his brow as the images paint a mask of horror across his features. He desperately tries to silence the infernal device with shaking hands.

Tiffany expertly lifts her phone from his ineffectual fingers and silences it but not before Kari's final obscenity is uttered, "OH MY FUCKING YES, I'm CUMMMMMMING!" Tiff falls on his knees weeping uncontrollably. She is completely committed to the act she is playing out for him. No longer needing to fake the tears, they flow freely down her cheeks. 

"Oh Father, what am I to do?"

*****

Now

Suzy walks to Tiffany's room. She enters unannounced and after a brief conversation the two co-co-conspirators exit the room together. They stand side-by-side evaluating Kari's condition.

"Ah don't know about that." Suzy looks at Tiff, "It alley catted around for three days and finally comes home only after enjoying itself doing God only knows what kind of nastiness."

Kari's heart is seized with terror as she realizes that Suzy never guaranteed that she'd take her back. Immediately she wonders what will become of her if Suzy rejects her. The trembling in her limbs threatens to overthrow her composure. She fights to remain in position.

Suzy pauses before making her decision. She goes back into her room and returns with what Kari at first mistakenly thinks is the gag in her hand. Kari is so relieved to see the device she offers no resistance as Suzy slides the mask over her head completely blinding her. She is handcuffed just as easily. Fear again rises in Kari's heart.

Suzy pushes Kari onto her stomach and then places her knee square in the center of the naked girls back pinning her to the floor. She momentarily admires Kari's round bottom beneath her. 

Kari jerks her head from side to side blindly trying to discover what her two roommates are doing. Without sight she reaches out with her ears, but the roar of blood rushing through her veins muffles any stray sound the other two make. The knee in her back presses her breasts painfully to the hard floor. 

As soon as Kari is blindfolded Tiff retreats to her room returning with leather straps to bind her arms with. The two women slip the restraints on their friend easily and pull the cinches tight until Kari groans as her arms are squeezed together behind her back. Satisfied with the fit Suzy rises leaving Kari face down on the floor helpless.

With smooth indifference, "Tiff, would you be a dear and chastise this Cunt for being a slut and giving away my property without permission?" She looks to her accomplice nodding back and forth in silent conspiracy as they play out the game. "I have to go to class now, please have her cleaned and ready when I get back."

"It will be my pleasure," Tiffany purrs.

Kari is paralyzed in fear. During the weekend Tiff had been the most cruel and brutal of the two inflicting more pain with less pleasure. Kari has to go to class too, but neither seems to care about that, though. "I...I ha...have class in half an hour," she trails off feeling their eyes turn on her. 

"Feel free to go to class, Cunt," Suzy permits. "Then everyone can see what kind of disobedient whore you are. If you can find your way dressed like that."

"Or you can stay where I put you and take the punishment for your behavior according to my wishes."

In a nearly inaudible voice, "Yes Mistress," she submits. In her head she tells herself it's all true, 'Only a slut would let her roommates treat her this way,' she thinks. And she sinks lower in shame with the thought.

Suzy head out. Tiff circles Kari like a predator. She stands over her friend for a moment before clipping the leash to the filthy collar. She uses the leather strap to pull her hostage to a standing position. Kari gags and sputters as she fights to get her feet under her as the thin leather sign of her status bites into her throat cutting off her air temporarily.

Once inside of the bedroom turned torture chamber Tiff connects the ceiling chain to the arm restraints and pulls on the bright metal links until Kari's arms are lifted like the folded wings of a diving bird and her head is waist level pointed at the floor. Next Tiff attaches a cuff to Kari's left ankle and then her right. Satisfied they are tight she kicks Kari's legs apart until she can't support her weight and she hangs suspended by the ceiling chain. Quickly she connects a bar between the two cuffs keeping Kari's legs spread and finishes off with locks to each eye bolt to keep her in place. Once satisfied that all the restraints are in place and secure she lets Kari regain her feet taking some of the pressure off of her arms. 

Kari feels the adrenaline flood her veins as the fear rises in her stomach until her blood pounds in her ears. She knows Tiff will inflict cruel humiliations on her until she is reduced to a quivering, boneless heap, and no amount of pleading will sway her. Begging will surely only prolong the punishment. Helpless and exposed she imagines things that Tiff could do to her. The thoughts only heighten her sensitivity to stimulus like music in a horror movie primes the audience to jump at the slightest shock. Her thoughts run to the painful things that can be done to her pussy bent over and exposed as she is which makes her think of how unbelievably hard she came when they used the vibrator on her clit the first time. It makes her wet thinking about what is about to happen to her and the realization fills her with shame.

Tiff comes back into the room and kneels down in front of her friend and pulls on latex surgical gloves with a snap. "Let's see what kind of slut you've been."

Tiffany probes Kari's hair, face and neck. "Did you swallow any of his cum or just let him spray your face.

"I swallowed his cum, Ma'am."

Next Tiff walks behind her bound captive and kneels once again to examine the evidences of fornication on the skin of the helpless girl. 

Kari blushed as Tiff pinched and pulled at her face and hair like a vet examining a favored pet. When Tiff begins poking at her exposed privates none too gently Kari's whole body flushes from the degradation. Helpless with her arms going numb she gasps out at a particularly painful tug on her labia, "Please, I don't want to be...don't want this."

Without stopping her intimate examination Tiff giggles, "Don't be silly, Cunt, of course you want this. When naughty little girls do bad things they must be punished so they learn not to do those naughty things like disobey. And you have been a naughty little Cunt, haven't you?"

"I...I didn't mean to, Ma'am."

"You didn't mean to let that filthy little boy fuck your pussy?"

"No, yes, I don't know. Please don't hurt me."

"Now, do I have to tell you not to lie to me?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Because if you didn't mean to let that nasty boy cum in your snatch we'll have to alert the campus police to a sexual assault and get them over here right away to take your statement and samples. That cum on your face will be easy to collect."

"NO," Kari practically screams.

"So?"

Kari finally capitulates in a stronger voice than she would have imagined considering her admission, "I've been naughty and need to be punished." Her whole body sags against the chains at this admission of guilt. 

"Of course you do." With that she gives Kari's ass a sharp slap. She returns with a basin of cold water and a rough rag with which she scrubs harshly at the dried semen. Tiff does nothing to quiet Kari as she yelps and cries at the rough treatment. The internal douching reduces her even further in humiliation until only tears flow. Every bit of the cleaning, every bit of evidence of sexual congress that is removed, every spot some bit of seed is found emphasizes Kari's base behavior, emphasizes her naughtiness, emphasizes her wickedness. 

Satisfied that her prisoner is thoroughly clean Tiff begins spanking her. She begins by telling Kari what the unacceptable behavior was then applying five sharp blows to her unprotected ass. She begins with ruining the borrowed clothes. And she begins with latex shrouded hand strokes to her naked cheeks. At each minor, imagined or invented infraction Tiff adds an additional five strokes. After the third such offense she switches to a strap that wraps around the curve of her ass leaving a bright red stripe with each blow. 

Kari's screams renew in intensity at the increased pain. She weeps openly but doesn't try to plead for relief. 

Tiff thrills with the power as her friend willingly submits to the abuse. Inside a measure of disgust rises toward the girl for being so easily degraded and she delivers the blows a little harder. 

By now Kari's ass is bright red with welts. Her cunt is visible throbbing with her outer lips puffy and full of blood. Tiff takes a moment to gather additional devices. When she returns she gently reaches under Kari to caress a breast. The sudden change in treatment startles Kari.




Kari, Tiffany and Mistress Suzy Ch. 03



Tiff's hand strokes the breast toward the nipple brushing it with each stroke. The action is stimulating causing the nipple to stiffen involuntarily. She concentrates her efforts on the hardening nub even twisting it with some force until she is rewarded with a groan of expectation from her victim. She then switches to the other breast repeating the procedure until Kari in bobbing at the knees trying to get some pressure on her clit which has grown stiff and hard. Satisfied with the erectness on the nipples capping Kari's round hanging breasts, Tiff neatly clips a clamp to each one. 

Kari yelps lightly as the devices pinch her aroused nipples. The clamps smoothly grip each raised nub. The pressure sends jolts straight to her clit. She quivers on the edge of orgasm. 

Tiff inspects the fit tightening each until she's sure it won't pull free. From below she reaches for each clamp simultaneously then removes her hands letting the weights dangle freely. Kari gasps at the added pull.

Tiff once again takes her place behind Kari. "So you will know what kind of shameless cunt you are; repeat what you allowed those two bad boys to do to you, in detail, and how you felt when they did it."

"Yes Ma'am." Confused and aroused Kari begins, "I let two strange bo...OWWWW!"

Tiff delivers a strong blow covering both enflamed cheeks with a stiff leather paddle. "I said, 'In detail,' Cunt. I want the whole story down to every quivering orgasm and splash of jizz."

"YES MA'AM!"

Kari starts over recounting between sobs each moment in lurid detail as stroke after stroke beat a counterpoint of derision at her awful confession. After five blows Tiff pauses long enough to hang an additional weight to each clamp. By the time Kari concludes her story with the money being tossed at her the weighted clamps are pulling so hard at her nipples they are distending more than an inch beyond their normal length with the whole breast taught. Her ass is flaming red, bruised in agony. And her cunt is streaming juice. Right this minute Kari's only thought is how desperate she is to have that vibrator on her clit so she can cum. The realization of her wantonness makes her weep more than the spanking does.

*****

Suzy opens the front door at three pm on the button. An ear-to-ear grin stretches her mouth at the sight that greets her. Kari is clean, naked and on all fours with her collar securely in place. Tiff is sipping a soda eating snack mix watching day time TV with her feet up on Kari's back. "Great! Thanks Tiff for getting this Cunt cleaned up."

"No problem," she replies moving her feet to stand and setting the soda can between Kari's shoulders and the bowl of food on her hips. 

"I made some plans for later to help this Cunt behave. I'm taking a shower and then we can go. Have her fix me something to drink too, please."

"You heard your owner, crawl in there and fix her an ice tea," Tiff directs remembering what Suzy likes best. Suzy's remark about plans for later has Tiff concerned that Suzy has gone off script. Her plans to make Kari over into a total sex slave depend as much on what they do to her as it does with training Suzy to control her effectively. In a sense she is training two people.

While Kari struggles to fill the drink order from her knees as directed, Tiff follows Suzy into the bathroom where she questions the black woman about her plans. "I'm not sure Kari is ready for public displays yet."

"Don't worry, Girl," she says reassuringly as she pulls her top off revealing her taught muscular form. She tosses her bra into the pile before shimmying out of her jeans and panties. She continues speaking as she tests the water; then steps into the tub. "I was really thinking about everything you told me and about what we are trying to do. It's great that you are a natural at punishing her but for this to work and her to become the slut we want her to be I have to take more control of my property."

Tiff listens thoughtfully weighing the reasonableness of her roomies idea.

Clean and dressed for the afternoon in a lightweight blue cotton shirt with a matching bra since the shirt is see through when the light hits it just right and a pair of stylish denim shorts, Suzy stands over her would-be property. In her hand is the clothes she wants the helpless girl to wear.

Since serving the drink twenty minutes earlier, Kari has remained in a kneeling position facing the bedrooms with her knees far apart displaying her pussy and her breasts thrust forward. Looking up now at Suzy she thinks how beautifully golden her dark skin appears. She takes the small bundle of clothing thrust at her. As she rises to head to her former room to change Suzy halts her with a sharp command.

"I didn't give you permission to leave. Dress here."

Kari dutifully obeys realizing that despite that harsh treatment she received from Tiff earlier her ordeal is clearly not over. The outfit is even less modest than the skirt and top Tiff lent her for the week. The bottom is a thin black dancer's or pool wrap that only falls to her mid-thigh and totally transparent. A bright neon orange tube a size too small is all she has for a top. The stretchy material is pulled tight over her round breasts completely revealing their shape and size for everyone to see. The cool cloth contact stiffens her over stimulated nipples.

"Look the little slut is getting excited."

Kari blushes knowing it's true. She doesn't know if she can go through with going out in public under-dressed like this. As she makes ready to speak Suzy interrupts her resolve with a quick observation.

"She looks ready to fuck like that. We better not let her go out just like that."

The brief moment of relief she feels thinking that Suzy and Tiff are finally going to stop all this ends abruptly as Suzy spins her around. Both hands are quickly cuffed so tight she feels the cruel metal pinch closed around her wrists. Resigned to whatever humiliation the two wish to heap on her, she doesn't resist as they lash her arms together also with the straps from earlier. To her surprise, and secretly her relief, they drop the hooded blindfold over her head. At least now she won't see anyone staring at her. 

Next, Suzy step up behind her. The stronger woman's firm breasts press against Kari's upper arms as she fights to keep from falling over. Warm breath tickles her ear, "Remember you can never go back." She feels a tug at the collar and then a click. The lock closes with a finality as certain in Kari's mind as the sun rising in the east. The click echoes in her imagination turning into iron bars of captivity as real as a prison cell.

"I'm afraid," she whispers to no one.

"If you speak again before I tell you to I will fucking gag you!"

Kari stifles a reply.

They all climb into Suzy's truck; Suzy driving, Tiff leaning her arm out the passenger window and Kari in the middle of the bench seat. The two women had very carefully guided Kari down the steps and up into the truck without incident for which she is grateful. The absence of visual references quickly induces a feeling of vertigo in her. She wonders what humiliation they have planned for her. Her imagination supplies numerous violent, sexual and terrifying possibilities. 

The truck is a manual older modal requiring the driver to shift frequently. Each time Suzy does she slides her arm across Kari's naked thigh. When the shifter enters first gear Suzy nearly has her hand in Kari's pussy. Soon the contact along with the fear has her juicing. The stimulation makes her imagine more sexual scenarios which in turn make her hotter. She fights to remain still in the seat even though all she wants is to feel that knob vibrating against her clit.

*****

The drive becomes almost soothing as they ride with the windows down. The cool spring breeze caresses Kari's mostly naked body like a gentle lover. Suzy and Tiff chat casually ignoring her completely. Kari is nearly asleep when Suzy parks the truck after the twenty-five minute drive. 

"We're here. Time to get out, Cunt." Kari almost asks where they are before remembering Suzy's instructions. Kari clamps her lips together hard.

As Kari stands on the sidewalk the vulnerability of her situation again presses down on her mind. The breeze that so recently soothed her mind now tosses the wrap hem exposing her shaved pussy even more than the thin material already does. She jerks her arms spasmodically involuntary in their restraints in an effort to smooth the cloth down and cover her nakedness. 

The babble on the street of passersby changes subtly to whispers and half suppressed cat calls. Kari blushes.

She's led inside. All conversation suddenly ceases. That alone tells Kari that every eye is on her, gawking at her, leering at her. She can almost feel them groping her exposed flesh. 

A smoke coarsened voice asks, "How can we help you ladies?" Snickers follow the last word.

"This Cunt needs a piercing," Suzy boldly declares.

Kari again nearly falters in her obedience. But she thinks, 'how bad can a piercing be?' She'd already suffered through far more pain that day. She fortifies herself with thoughts of something pretty for her ears.

"Come on over to the chair, then."

Kari's arms are re-positioned over her head and secured behind to the chair frame. Then to her surprise both legs are pulled firmly apart before being strapped down. 

"Man, that's a sweet looking cunt."

Before Kari can think to even be ashamed Suzy answers, "Thanks I'm glad you like it. Do you want to take a closer look?"

Kari squirms uselessly testing the strength of her bonds only to be frustrated. 

"Don't mind if I do." Two hands press her thighs apart as she feels a face fill the space between them. Hot breath blows across her swollen clit reminding her how desperately she needs to cum; involuntarily she pushes her hips toward the unseen face. "Damn that Cunt wants to be eaten."

"Have a taste if you like," Suzy urges. "Just don't let her cum."

Suzy's words are a crushing blow to Kari. She hardly has time to consider the restriction before she feels a stiff tongue push into her pussy and wiry whiskers brush her smooth mound. She moans deeply at the intimate intrusion. The unseen eater laps at her snatch for several minutes sucking on her folds and nipping at her clit. His sharp teeth drive her wild and desperate for more. Too soon he leans away. 

"Very nice, thank you," he says to Suzy rather than Kari. She's panting from the stimulation. The absurdity of this man just accepting an offer to eat a bound and blindfolded girl as if that was normal hasn't occurred to her yet. If it had she would have been frightened rather than frustrated. 

"Ok, what kind of piercing did you have in mind young lady?" The man still addresses himself only to Suzy.

"I want this one and put it here," Suzy indicates the place by putting her hand over Kari's pussy. Startled by the unexpected contact and blinded by her need to climax she pushes her hips into the hand cupping her private parts. "Specifically, right here," Suzy clarifies by tugging at Kari's outer lips. The stimulation is overwhelming on top of the fear and uncertainty generated by the blindfold. Thoughts of shame at how she is dressed have fallen away. All that remains is her overwhelming need.

"I see. You understand that I have to make certain she's doing this willingly?"

"Certainly."

"Miss," for the first time he speaks directly to Kari, "do you want me to pierce your labia and insert a bar?"

Everyone is silent waiting for Kari's answer. Confused and uncertain she strains to hear some clue as to what is expected of her. In her mind questions of what will happen if she says no vie with what he means by a bar with what Suzy expects her to say with what she wants to say. 

"Miss, if you are being held against your will, I will undo your restraints and call the authorities for you. Do you understand?"

Suzy and Tiff freeze. Neither expected him to ask such a question. Tiff trembles. Kari moves her head as if searching for someone to look at through the blindfold. Silence fills the room.

After a second of fearful hesitation Suzy seizes control of the moment. She leans next to Kari's ear and gently says," It's alright, Honey, go ahead and answer him." She strokes the side of Kari's face as she pulls away. 

The gentle touch calms Kari's nerves. And she speaks her first thought, "No, it's ok, I really want this."

Tiff practically collapses from the release of tension. She hadn't expected any of that. She looks over at Suzy impressed with her friend's composure and quick thinking. She's more impressed with how confident Suzy's becoming as a Dom. For the rest of the time she stands to the side observing the action. She needs to get a better read on the direction her experiment is going before she loses control of them.

With the assurance from Kari the man moves quickly forward with the procedure. Kari is already moist from the man's oral stimulation so when he touches her pussy his fingers slide in easily. 

Kari arches her back at the contact. Her hips rise and descend of their own volition as he slowly messages her opening causing it to open like a flower in bloom. He avoids contact with her clit which keeps her climbing toward climax without reaching the summit. Kari grunts as he circles his finger around her opening pulling her labia. The fleshy folds separate to allow his hand full access to her inner haven. 

When he attaches the clamp to them she yelps in surprise. "Shhh sh. Everything is going to be alright. I'm going to take good care of you," he tells her. He continues to run his finger through her soaking opening.

Kari is slipping into a haze of lust, desperate for any measure of satisfaction. She fails to take note when her tube top is pushed down from her left breast and soft feminine fingers begin caressing it. Only when the woman begins concentrating her manipulations on the ripe nipple does she realize she's being fondled. She looks in the direction the hand is grasping her from trying to see who it is. A sudden pinch elicits another groan as her pussy feels the tug through her body. In that moment the man pierces her flesh suddenly. 

Kari begins a scream in response to the sharp pain in her womanly parts but the hand at her breast twists and pulls savagely. Her already tormented nipples barely recovered from Tiffs abuse earlier that morning shoots signals of arousal to her brain and privates. Another hand presses down on her hips covering her engorged clit. The touch is more that she can bear. Her hips keep trying to buck up to get a firmer contact from the hand holding her down. 

While Kari responds to the sexual stimulation the man deftly completes the piercing by securing the bar in place before withdrawing. As he does the woman pulls away too leaving Kari a gasping, heaving jangle of desperation. She hangs on the pinnacle of orgasm. She arches her back to thrust her snatch at the departing hands. Slowly she comes down from the edge sinking slowly into the chair simultaneously. She lies there panting.

"Nice work," Suzy says.

"Thank you. That'll be seventy-five." The sound of the man's voice moves away from Kari as Suzy and he finish the transaction.

Kari can hear them talking about her. She catches the sound of Suzy's voice as they walk back toward her. 

"...oo train her. ...ast weekend teaching her how to behave and last night she throws her nasty kitty at two guys on the street."

The man's voice replies, "So that's why the chastity bar?"

"Right," Suzy's voice sounds from next to Kari's head. "Now she's not going to be fucking anyone until I say so."

Kari's confusion grows. She faintly starts to notice the throbbing in her pussy that is not from her need to fuck. What did Suzy have him do to her she wonders?

"Cunt," Suzy speaks directly to Kari, "Show the man some gratitude for a job well done."

"Th thank you."

"No, you stupid Cunt! Offer to suck his dick."

"What! No way," Kari blurts.

Suzy slaps Kari sharply across the cheek, "Wrong answer, Cunt." Before Kari can gather her wits from the stinging blow Suzy drops the muzzle over her mouth. "Do you mind if I spank this disobedient Cunt here," she asks the man?

"Not at all."

Suzy, with help, releases Kari's arms from over her head. They've been bound awkwardly so long today that she can't lift them on her own. She's pulled from the chair and turned around. All the activity of the day has stimulated her to the point that she can no longer coordinate any effective resistance. There is little difficulty in raising the arms of the chair and placing Kari over the seat. Her hands and feet are tied to the base of the floor mounted chair. 

Suzy lifts Kari's thin skirt material exposing her ass and new piercing to the whole room. Kari knows she's going to be punished. The first blow is not what she expects though. Later she'll learn that the leather paddle Tiff used earlier has a metal studded side. This is the first time she's felt it. She tries to scream but the muzzle turns her agony into stifled groaning. Tears seep from under the blindfold as Suzy delivers five hard blows to her tortured ass.

The muzzle is removed as Suzy asks, "What did you want to say to the nice man?"

"Fuck! YES, yes, yes. I'll blow you. AAGGHH. Gah, please let me suck your cock."

"Well, with an invitation like that who can say no," the male voice says.

Kari senses when he positions himself in front of her, "Give it to me, give it to me." She opens her mouth as wide as she can when he touches his cock to her lips. Instead of putting it in though, he bounces it on her chin a couple of times. She can tell he's circumcised and fairly thick. He'll be a mouth full. She has the urge to grasp it and pull him into her mouth but her arms are again bound. She has to wait for him. 

He rubs the tip around her lips then lightly taps her on the cheek before pushing his cock past her lips. Kari sucks immediately. She swirls her tongue all around the smooth crown before he pulls away with a pop.

Kari licks her lips and he pushes back in. With her arms secured under the chair she can't support herself so she has to hold her head back awkwardly to receive his cock. In her mouth he pushes deeper until she can't do anything but wait on him. He pulls out again. His next insertion he holds still letting Kari bob her head up and down on his shaft as much as her limited movement will allow. 

His cock feels smooth with a pronounced cap. She licks under the ridge of his crown. He seems larger than the two boys from last night as she can't feel his balls or pubes against her face yet. With little control of her position saliva starts to pour from around his slick shaft. It's running down her chin. 

"You're doing a fine job on my knob, Cunt. Get ready, I'm going to fuck your mouth now." He takes her head in his hands stopping her bobbing motion. Kari is suddenly afraid at how helpless she is. "Just keep that wet mouth open," he orders her as he starts thrusting into her mouth. 

She makes choking sounds each time he touches the back of her throat. There hadn't been much she could do from her position to start with now Kari is reduced completely to an object as her unseen tormentor uses her for his pleasure. Drool flows down his shaft and hangs from her chin. Fortunately he uses a steady unhurried pace.

Blinded, Kari has no sense of how long this goes on. To her the repetition first becomes tedious and then interminable. She can hear the babble of spectators but no clear voices to occupy her mind. He keeps stroking in and out of her mouth. Slowly her jaw starts aching from holding it open. When her concentration lapses allowing her teeth to come together momentarily, a sharp slap reminds her what she's doing.




Kari, Tiffany and Mistress Suzy Ch. 03



After an uncounted amount of time he starts to speed up. She can feel the tightening in his balls through his shaft against her tongue. His thrusts become harder. Kari is helpless as she waits for his release. Fortunately he doesn't take much longer as his first stream of goo sprays into the back of her throat. It came suddenly but Kari is starting to become accustomed to unannounced ejaculations. 

He holds his cock in place as two more streams follow. Kari chokes down what she can before blowing out the rest around the sides of his penis. The hot semen smears the sides of her mouth and coats the inside of her cheeks. He pushes the last drops out by milking his staff into her mouth before pulling out.

Kari pants as she catches her breath and she relaxes in her restraints. She failed to notice the buzz until Suzy presses the wand against her over-charged clit. The sudden stimulation causes Kari to surge forward before gaining her balance to push back against the longed for stimulant. Unfortunately the opportunity passes as quickly as it arrived as Suzy removes the wand.

"Would you like to cum, Cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress Suzy. Please let me cum." For nearly twenty-four hours Kari has sucked, fucked, been spanked had her nipples pinched and otherwise used until she can't think straight beyond her need to experience an orgasm. Now Suzy is dangling the sought for satisfaction and all Kari can think is she'll do anything to get it.

"Fine, all you have to do is suck every cock given to you until they cum and I will reward you with an orgasm."

The next guy doesn't give her a chance to agree or reject the offer. He steps in close and forcefully enters her mouth as she stammers. Unlike the first man there is nothing gentle or kind about his manner. He simply hammers away at her mouth. Kari desperately tries to get her breath but repeatedly chokes as his blunt cock pounds against her uvula. Fortunately he blows his load quickly. A large glob fills her mouth suddenly before he pulls his slick stick free to beat the remaining strings of his sperm across her nose and cheek. She coughs his first load onto the floor. 

"That was very naughty," Suzy chides.

Kari hardly has time to consider the ramifications of that statement before the next cock for servicing is presented to her. This one is thick and long even though it's not fully erect. He teases it around her mouth smearing the residual cum across her cheeks and chin before pushing inside her mouth.

Unseen, Suzy prepares to chastise her property for its lapse in obedience when she is asked a question, "May I spank her while she sucks my husband?"

"Go right ahead, honey," Suzy agrees. "Just don't damage it."

"Oh, I've done this plenty of times." With that she lays the first blow with the smooth side firmly against Kari's hip. The sudden pain causes her to open wide to scream only to have the cock pushed more deeply into her mouth. 

"Don't pay the spanking no mind, Cunt," A stern voice tells her. "Stick your tongue out so you can take more of my cock."

Kari dutifully obeys. The fleshy hose stiffens quickly filling her mouth to overflowing. She gags as he pushes more in. Already her mouth fills stretched around the giant tube. He only withdraws enough to allow her to catch one breath through her nose before pushing in again. Each insertion is accompanied by a stinging blow to one hip or the other. With each thwarted scream he penetrates a little more down her throat. Some moments she thinks she's going to asphyxiate; others she feels her gorge rise. She shifts her hips back and forth to vainly avoid the next blow.

Kari's mind fuzzes from lack of oxygen. Her nose is held close briefly forcing her to relax her throat more to breath around the thick member lodged in her throat. She's hardly aware when he stops pushing it in and starts to fuck her mouth like the others. Nor is she aware when the spanking stops. Fortunately most of his sperm shoots directly down her throat as she no longer has the capacity to swallow voluntarily. 

At some point she is vaguely aware that they release her limbs and turn her over because she finds a pair of hairy balls shoved in her mouth from above. Her top is also pushed completely down as her breasts are pawed roughly. Between her spayed out legs Suzy now presses the vibrator against her aching clit. It is a very near thing as the last man sprays his cum all over her chin and throat that she screams out for permission to cum and then does as the words fall from her owners lips. 

Kari thrashes so hard as a massive orgasm, pent up for hours, rips through her pussy she throws herself from the chair. Suzy continues to hold the toy against her button as Kari screams out her pleasure. As waves of joy pulse through her body a loud ovation erupts around her. Suzy pulls the toy away kneels and removes the soiled hood. Kari blinks her eyes to adjust to the light after so long in the dark. Slowly she begins to make out the vague outlines of a sizable crowd surrounding her where she had fallen. When her vision finally clears she sees that she is lying on the dingy floor of a window fronted tattoo parlor. At least five men are leering at her while other men and at least one woman applaud.

Kari is mortified. Exhausted and shamed, naked red and abused, sore jawed and cum coated she lays her head back and passes out.



Kari, Tiffany and Mistress Suzy



Suzy reconnects the chain so Kari can move. "Clean that mess up off the floor, Cunt, with your tongue." And after she has licked the jizz off the floor and swallowed to Suzy's satisfaction she and Tiff leave Kari in her soiled state alone with her phone on the floor just out of reach. It starts ringing shortly afterward.