0 comments/ 6862 views/ 7 favorites The Devil To Pay Ch. 01 By: TheDarkCloud Anne looked forlornly around the large room again and fought back the urge to sigh. There was no sign of Lisa, the girl she had come to this party with. Anne shouldn't have been surprised, Lisa had seemed pretty bored with speaking to Anne and had virtually flung herself at the first guy that had chatted her up, they had disappeared to get a drink over twenty minutes again now and Anne felt sure she wouldn't see her again that night. She shouldn't have been surprised, although Anne Gill was a beautiful, long haired blonde young woman of 19, she was pretty timid and dull and just didn't seem able to keep anyone's attention for long. She had been delighted when her college class mate had invited her along to this Campus event. Had even worn a dress, a little white number that was daringly high hemmed for her (though nothing worse than anybody else at the party). She took another sip of her drink, winced again and wished it was lemonade, she never had taken to alcohol much but didn't think she could admit that in these environs without looking like even more of a dork and looked about for a place she could just put the plastic beaker down and then slip away back to her dorm and maybe do a bit of reading for that test she had in couple of weeks time. And then she stopped dead, seeing for the first time the woman who would come to dominate so much of her life. She was such a striking figure. A tall, curvy, black girl, high cheekbones, big lips, her hair in braids that were pulled back severely and clad in a bright red mini dress and long red boots that just demanded attention and she got it from most at the party as she strode into the room. This was Lucy Fer a student on campus that Anne had not crossed paths with she knew, she would surely have remembered such a creature. Someone shrieked in the next room and a girl burst through the main room in her bra and panties with two laughing guys pursuing, the game of strip poker they had been having in the kitchen having reached the 'interesting' stage. That took attention away from Lucy as the dark girl stalked like a panther through the crowded room. Anne had been diverted too and when the shrieking girl had fled the room Anne turned around thinking again of where to dump her drink only to turn into the advancing Lucy and spill some of her drink. Most of the spillage was to the floor, a few drops hit Lucy's boots and a couple landed on her dress. The look Lucy shot Anne was savage and for the next few moments time seemed to stand still for the timid blonde, like the music and noise disappeared further into the background as this fearsome looking girl locked eyes with her, like they were the only two people in the place. All at once Anne panicked and began to dab hastily a produced tissue on the damp spots on the girls dress, stuttering an apology as she did so. Lucy grabbed the blonde's wrist and forcibly removed her hand from doing that. There was a surprising amount of strength in that grip. "What. The. Fuck? What are you doing bitch? Copping a feel? Get your fucking hands off me bimbo!" Her every word was laced with hard hitting venom and stung Anne. She virtually recoiled away but couldn't as Lucy kept a tight grip of her wrist. Anne stammered a pathetic, apology. "S-Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to, I-I'm not trying to , er,ah.." It was like a light coming on for Lucy, like she suddenly realised what she was dealing with here, she had come across and dealt with this type of girl before and this one seemed even wetter and more wretched and feeble than the others. When she spoke again her voice was, if anything, even more domineering and assertive. "Do you know how much this dress cost? And these boots? And you just fling your stinking drink all over them? What are you, looking for a fight?" "No, no, I , er, sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, please., I'll pay to get them cleaned, I'll..." Anne broke off as she became aware of others watching on this little drama, this was so embarrassing for her, he hated being in situations like this. Unfortunately for her, Lucy thrived on this type of attention. "Oh you'll pay alright girlie." And with that Lucy grabbed a nearby chair sat down in it then grabbed Anne around the waist and easily flipped her over to her and in one fluid movement flipped her over so she was prostrate across the black girl's knee, her pert bum pointing upwards. Before she had time to react at all she felt the bottom of her dress being pulled up and her bum being exposed and then she felt the warm sting of that big, black palm of Lucy's slapping down hard on her arse! She was being spanked. In public. Finally, Anne began to wriggle and struggle and attempt to escape. But Lucy was too strong for her and easily held her in place and brought down another hard spank then another. A crowd was gathered around them now, laughing and cheering as the strong black girl treated the preppy blonde with absolute disdain., spanking her like a naughty child. Anne blushed with embarrassment, yes her bottom hurt a bit from the beating it was taking but that was as nothing compared to the humiliation of this. But she was feeling something else too, she couldn't place it at the time but it was the intoxicating, addictive feeling of arousal and she wasn't the only one aware of it on some level. In total Lucy dished out twenty five hard spanks to Anne's poor bottom, turning her pale arse cheeks bright red by the end and by then the drunken crowd around them were counting along with each stroke. Anne whimpered but had stopped struggling, laying there weakly taking this punishment. When she was done, Lucy shoved Anne off her and stood up tall over her while the blonde scrambled to her feet from her knees. "Learn your lesson bitch, don't spill drinks over you betters." Unbelievably, a snivelling Anne sniffed out a lame response. "Y-Yess, S-sorry. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it." If Anne had been humiliated by being spanked like a naughty child by a girl of the same age at a party, then that pathetic reaction only doubled it. Lucy sneered at her, the watchers laughed at her and she scurried away as quickly as she could fighting, and failing, not to cry. She got back to her room and locked the door after her and hauled off her dress and threw it to the floor and dived into her bed, pulling the covers up and over her head, wanting to hide from the world. But sleep would not come to poor Anne. Instead she was assailed by the events of the evening, the feeling of abject humiliation, the raw power and sexual energy of that girl in red, how hot she had looked, how Anne had felt... And before she knew it her right hand was between her thighs and playing with her clit as she mentally relived these events. It was so vivid. At the centre of it all was Lucy treating her like that and how it made her feel. She simultaneously hated herself for it and revelled in it and she fell off to sleep with her fingers twitching nervously inside her. * "You had no right doing that. I would be within my right to report it to the Police." Anne repeated the words as she crossed the street and headed towards Lucy. The dark girl was in the High Street admiring some high heeled shoes in a shop window. Lucy saw the blonde approach in the reflection of the window and smiled, this should be good. She feigned ignorance of Anne's presence right up until she grabbed her weakly by the shoulder and tried to turn her around. Lucy held her position so that it was her own momentum that turned around making it seem like Anne hadn't been able to move her at all. She looked at Anne and sneered before saying. "Oh it's you, come to apologise again for being so careless?" "No, I .." But under Lucy's harsh gaze Anne lost her practised admonishment and just stood stammering and feeling like more of a fool, while Lucy seemed to grow straighter and taller and more intimidating. "You liked it didn't you?" A pause, Anne couldn't meet her questioners gaze. "You did, I can tell. It got you excited didn't it? I bet you rushed home and cried yourself to sleep while simultaneously playing with yourself, didn't you?" "I, ah, no, ah.." Lucy laughed. "Oh my God, I'm right aren't I? You got off on being treated like that in public, you freak! You might have stormed over here pretending you were going to confront me about it but the reality is you were hoping it would happen again weren't you? WEREN'T YOU?" Anne just hadn't expected this conversation to go this way (but had she secretly hoped it might?). She wanted to turn tail and run away again but found herself unable to. Instead she just stood there took whatever Lucy said to her. "I know I'm right aren't I? I could tell last night you were as submissive as fuck, just a weak willed, lily white prissy little bitch, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?" "Y-Yes." Anne had thought it but recoiled as she actually spoke the word. Shrunk as Lucy gave a crocodile smile and loomed over her. "What you liked the pain of me spanking your lily white ass or you liked the humiliation of me doing it in front of everyone at that party?" "Yes." A black hand came up sharply and slapped Anne's face hard. "Which stupid? Which did you like?" Anne recoiled under this assault, verbal as much as physical. "Both. Both, I liked you spanking me and I like the fact everyone could see you do it." Lucy reached over and took a firm, too firm, a grip on Anne's hair. "I know you did bitch, and from now on you refer to me as Mistress. Yes Mistress Lucy, No Mistress Lucy, that is how you address me, understand?" Anne stood still and kept her eyes on her shoes and whispered a pathetic. "Yes. Mistress Lucy." And thought how pathetic she sounded. "Good, you'll learn, now I want you to reach under that skirt of yours and take off your panties and give them to me." Anne stared at her but managed to bite her tongue on the question she wanted to ask. And clearly by the harsh, expectant look on Lucy's face she was going to brook no questions either. .Anne looked around her, they were standing on a busy street which meant there were plenty people around but none were looking at them. Feeling a familiar stirring in her crotch she carefully reached under her skirt and very quickly pulled the white, cotton panties she was wearing down to her ankles, stepped out of them and grabbed them in her hand. Lucy smirked and held her hand out expectantly. Anne soon handed them over. Lucy was not worried with hiding what she was doing, instead she held the panties up and examined them. "Just as I thought bitch, they're damp, going to deny you don't get off on this now? Or maybe you pissed yourself, eh? Come on tell me!" Anne dropped her eyes and wished Lucy would put her knickers down but mumbled her response. "Yes Mistress, I get off on being treated like this, being humiliated and dominated by you." "Hmm. I know. Lift your skirt. Let me see what I've got." Anne froze. She couldn't do this. Not here. Not in such a public place where anybody could be watching. And yet her hands were reaching to the end of her skirt and she carefully lifted it up to her waist to show her Mistress her pussy. She made to lower it but Lucy grabbed her wrist and held it, preventing her as she made show of examining between her legs. "Hmm, not a natural blonde then? Thought not. Doesn't matter by the time you report to my flat tomorrow you will have shaved that pussy bald, you hear me? I don't want a bit of hair on it, understand!" Stunned, Anne just nodded her agreement feebly and hoped that no one was watching them yet, and amazingly no-one seemed to be. Then Lucy stepped towards Anne and slipped two fingers in between Anne's wet pussy lips. They slipped in so easily and Anne gave a little surprised gasp as they did and as Lucy finger fucked her thereon the street with shoppers and passer-by's walking passed the whole time. Lucy held Anne's gaze and the blonde had to bit her lip and stifle a moan as the pressure in her pussy increased and then was suddenly withdrawn. Then the sticky, glistening fingers were held up to Anne's lips. She smelled her own sex on them and trembled as Lucy pushed them between her lips and into her mouth. "Lick them clean slave" her only instruction. Anne did it, sucking her fingers like they were a cock. She shivered again and felt a desperate need to play with herself, how she wished Lucy would take the digits from her mouth and once more plunge them inside her cunt and fuck her with them, being in public be damned. But Lucy didn't do that instead when she removed her licked clean fingers from Anne's mouth she used her index finger to point down to her feet. "And now slave, to show your dedication to serving your new Black Mistress you will drop to your knees and plant a kiss on the toe of each of my boots." Again the nervous checking out of the people around her before she drops to her knees, pretending she's going to tie her laces before she stoops her head forward to plant a kiss on the patent leather of Lucy's right boot and then leaning over to do her left one. Then the very audible titter of teenage laughter. Three teenage girls are stopped beside them and have clearly seen what Anne just did and laugh excitedly at her while Lucy just looks down on her slave and snarls. "Do it again!" Hating herself she performs the kisses again much to the girl's amusement and now a couple of other passer-by's have noticed and watch as Anne stoops her face and kisses the black girls boots. "That'll do." With that Lucy lifted Anne up by her hair and pressed a card that had her address on it into Anne's hand. "Now fuck off and you better not be late tomorrow and you better have shaved well, or else..." Anne scurried away, blushing with embarrassment as the small crowd watched her go, but she wasn't just in a hurry to avoid their looks of derision, no she was in desperate need for something else. Once out of the street and into the next one she ducked into a bar and with no-one paying her any attention she made straight for the ladies toilets. Once there she rushed to the first in a row of cubicles and locked the door violently behind her. Her fingers were at her soaking wet clit before the lock was even in place. In her mind Anne replayed what had just occurred over and over in her mind then hurried forward with her thoughts to what exactly might happen tomorrow and with a barely stifled cry of release she came in a gushing torrent, spraying her sex juices all over the toilet floor and on the seat of the toilet itself. She felt so dirty, so nasty and loved it. She could not wait until the next day. The Devil To Pay Ch. 02 Anne stood before the big gothic door of the large stone building and stared at the list of names. As she might have expected Lucy's stood out, the name FER in large, red block capitals dominating the white sheet it was written on. Anne looked intently at the name and the button beside it as if that would give her some guidance of what to do. Because she was a confused young woman. On one hand she hated what had happened to her over the past couple of days, being spanked publicly at a college party then being literally fondled on a public street and humiliated by another young woman was just terrible. But when she thought of the physical arousal her body and mind had experienced it was on a different plane completely from anything else she had ever felt, it made her almost instantly wet between the legs just thinking about what had happened. And she couldn't stop thinking about it. So on one hand, once again she was keen to put a stop to this whole charade, it had gone on too long already, but on the other she wanted more. After all if she didn't want this then why had she painstakingly, last night, done what Lucy had ordered and shaved all of her pubic hair from her crotch? After experiencing the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life in the confines of the tiny, horrible cubicle of a pub (the nearest refuge she could find after her encounter with Lucy in the street) Anne, had scuttled out ashamed, sure that the patrons of the bar knew what she had just done. She had been assailed by guilt then, determined that she would draw a line under this sordid relationship. But when she passed a pharmacy she remembered Mistress Lucy's instruction to shave herself and she headed in and bought razors and hair removal cream and while still mentally telling herself she was going to resist she took a hot bath then went to work taking off every visible hair. And then, while still lying in her bath Anne had begun rubbing her newly shorn skin and fingered herself to yet another climax. She had never cum as much in her life as this week. But still when she mustered the courage and pressed the bell there was a part of her that thought she was going to tell Lucy that this was all a big mistake and that if it was all the same to her she would like to call things off now, before they went any further. And then she heard Lucy's voice on the intercom. Harsh, strident and demanding. "Yes?" All her brittle attempts to build up a defence against this girl's power just washed away. She gave an involuntary start and stammered her response. "Er, it's me, er...Anne, er,Lu-, er I mean Mistress Lucy, er..." "Good, you're on time, I like that slave. Now get down on your knees and be like that when I come down." "Er, what, er, hello?" Anne stood there wondering if she had heard correctly, knowing in her heart that she had. She glanced around. She was standing on the top of five wide stone steps that came off the sidewalk of a busy enough residential street. Swallowing hard Anne dropped slowly to her knees and prayed that Lucy would not be long. Of course Lucy was more than happy to leave Anne out there for as long as she wanted, watching from her first floor bay window and waiting for someone to come past and speak to this new slave of hers. "Excuse me Miss, are you alright?" Anne got the shock of her life at the voice behind her. She turned around and saw a kindly old gentleman that reminded her of her now deceased Grandfather. Panicking the blonde stammered. "No! No, it's Ok thanks, er I was just er tying my laces, thank you." He looked at her long and hard, as if he knew she was lying but eventually just nodded and moved on, continually glancing over his shoulder as he went as Anne remained submissively on her knees.. "Dumb bitch, you're wearing slip ons!" Anne jumped again at this voice and turned to see Lucy standing in the doorway looking down at her. "Now crawl in here and we can see if you've done what I told you." Blushing furiously Anne crawled forward into the doorway, her role here already well established. * She had to crawl all the way up to the first floor flat, fortunately meeting nobody on the way before finally crawling into Lucy's flat. It was an expensive flat, how a college student could afford it Anne couldn't imagine, certainly she could only hope to have somewhere anything like a nice as this. "Through to the living room slut and take all your clothes off." Lucy's voice was so sure, so certain, it brooked no argument. So Anne offered none. Instead she continued on her hands and knees into a large room that overlooked the high street with a large window and stood up and carefully took all her clothing off, any faux resistance her mind had thought she was capable of all but forgotten. It was only as she stepped out of her panties to stand completely naked in the room that she noticed the TV which was running a hardcore porn DVD. Anne could not help but look at the on screen action as a short haired blonde girl was assailed by three big breasted black women all sporting massive strap on dildo's. They dominated her physically and verbally, calling her all the degrading names under the sun and fucking all three of her holes with their plastic dicks. Almost without realising it Anne's hand dropped to her crotch and despite the fact that if anyone was looking in the window they would get quite the eyeful she began to gently rub at herself while watching the lesbian pornography. "What the fuck do you think you are doing slave!" The brutal tone of Lucy's voice smashed through Anne's trance like state and snapped her to attention. She began apologising and explaining and stammering pathetically when Lucy flashed her a big, toothy grin. "I'm just shitting with you bitch. God you are such a fucking feeb., I knew you would like that and I can see you do, I bet you want to know if your Nigger Mistress Lucy has got a big, hard cock like them, don't you?" Anne bit her lip, the N word had stung her, she just wasn't used to it being used. She tried to figure out if she agreed with Lucy whether that might be construed as an insult. "Um, do you have one?" Again she was treated to that big, shit eating grin as Lucy turned away to lift an object from behind a chair, she held it up to her crotch and the phallus jutted out obscenely at Anne. "Big enough for ya?! Ha! You think you can take this bad boy? Well, we'll find out tonight won't we? Before that though I want to make a few changes to your look, that Ok, you trust your Mistress Lucy to do what's best for you?" Anne didn't know what to make of that but agreed nonetheless. Lucy came and stood before Anne and ran her hand over the smooth mound above her pussy. "You shaved, just like I told you to. Well done. You like it? You like how it feels?" Still biting her lip (and loving the touch of Lucy's hand on her bare skin) Anne nodded feebly. Lucy smiled then grabbed Anne's head and had her stare at the screen. "You like her, the white girl I mean, you want to be her?" "Uh-huh." "See I like her haircut, I like my bitches with nice short hair that I've cut, makes things more personal for me." She was running her hands through Anne's long, blonde hair as she spoke. Anne gave an involuntary shiver as Lucy's hands played with her hair. She had always had long hair, since she was a child. Her mother had loved combing and styling her long blonde locks and it had been her thing. She could never remember having anything other than long hair. Lucy's seductive deep voice whispered at her ear. "If you want to be treated like that white slut you are watching, then you have to make me want to do it too, have to give me something I want. And I want your hair." Lucy ran her hands over Anne's shoulders, then down and cupped her breasts like she was judging them at a slave marker of old, then she ran them down over her hips and finally her right hand played over the bald area above Anne's pussy. "After all slave, I took this hair didn't I? So why wouldn't you want to please me further? I want to mould you into my slave and that continues by making your haircut my creation. Agree?" It may have been couched as a question but in reality Anne knew it wasn't, she had already submitted to this intoxicatingly powerful girl and they both knew she would do as she was told, Lucy just wanted one more admission of her dominance. "Yes, Mistress, please cut my hair to your liking." The fact was if Anne had had short hair then Lucy would have tried to make her grow her hair long, it was about power and holding power over others. Of course forcing someone to have longer hair was a much longer, drawn out example than this. "I will slave. Stay there and watch the DVD while I get my scissors." Anne stared at the screen where the blonde actress was now on her knees and surrounded by the black fake dicks as they slapped her about the face, spat on her and fought for possession of her gasping, desperate mouth. But as Anne stood there all she could think about was her hair, all the different styles she had had through the years, all the times she and her sister or mother had played with her hair to create different looks and styles. She broke from her reminiscences by a sharp, harsh snap by her ear as Lucy shut a pair of silver scissors beside Anne's ear. "They are proper hairdressers scissors and comb you know, you're hardly the first bitch I've shorn." Lucy explained before she slipped the blades right into the longest part of the blonde's hair as it stretched half way down her bare back. Anne felt the cold steel across her skin and shivered again and jumped as they clicked together. Lucy grabbed the long clump of hair as it fell and delighted in bringing it round to display to Anne. "That's mine now, seconds ago it was yours, an actual part of you. And now It's mine, I own it, I can keep it, display it, burn it, whatever I want to do with it." Anne remained staring at the screen (where the blonde actress was now gagging on a deep throat of one of the strap on's) while Lucy busied herself with clipping off hair for the next half hour, carefully keeping every lock she snipped off in a zip-lock clear plastic bag. She was actually quite the stylist, as she had said this wasn't the first time she had shorn a white slut before but also her own mother had been a hairdresser and Lucy had picked up enough to get by. By the time she finally stopped cutting and combing Anne was left with a cute little pixie cut bob that was actually pretty professional looking. Certainly she could have left the white girl looking a mess but she would only have done that if she didn't have further plans for her and given how pathetically submissive Anne had proved thus far Lucy had plenty more plans for her before she would discard her completely. The DVD was long finished as Lucy turned Anne around and let her see herself in the mirror. Anne was stunned at the transformation, she looked completely different, younger certainly but the short cut also quite suited her. She instantly felt different, as if she had left part of her old self behind. Without prompting she said. "Thank you Mistress Lucy." "You'll get plenty chance to thank me later bitch for just now get down on your knees while I think about what we're going to wear to the party tonight." Again Lucy left the room, leaving Anne to her own thoughts, she couldn't believe she had let Lucy cut her hair and now wondered what her family would say when they saw her next. When Lucy did return she was wearing thigh high black boots, a red latex shorts and a strappy, studded leather top that displayed plenty of her heavenly cleavage, her dark hair was pulled back severely. She looked amazing. Even more so when Anne spotted the large strap on dildo and harness she held in her hands. "Well that's me sorted and I think you can just go as you are slave." It took Anne a moment or so to realise what this meant, she was going to go out in public wearing not a stitch of clothing! "No! Er, Mistress I can't.. I mean you can't... er, erm, please Mistress." Lucy's thick, red lips curled into a cruel smile as Anne tried to respond to this possibility, when in truth there was no way Lucy would let it happen, sure if she was finished with the bitch she was capable of making her go out to a party stark naked but not yet, that would just ruin her fun. Still it was also fun to watch her reaction and by threatening such an extreme solution the blonde bimbo would surely be happier to accept Lucy real endgame for dress code to this party. But first a bit more fun. Lucy came up to Anne and glowered down at her then delivered a stinging slap to her face. "You don't say no to me slut! Understand? I am your Mistress, your owner, you have willingly given yourself to me to do what I like with so If I tell you to do something you do it. Otherwise just fuck off out of here and never let me see your sorry ass again! Still here? Then I think you need to apologise to your Mistress." There was the chance a small part of Anne had wanted, an excuse to call this all off with just a bit of humiliation and a new haircut. Yet she did not move, her cheek went warm from the slap and she looked up at Lucy and pathetically said. "I'm sorry Mistress Lucy, please forgive me, I'll do whatever you want." "Yes you will bitch, still you're probably right in one way I don't want to be see with a bitch with such small titties on show so perhaps I'd better give you the chance to earn some clothing for tonight. Yes, I think I will." Lucy walked back and sat in her armchair facing the kneeling Anne and kicked off her boots, she wiggled her black toes at her slave. "So you get over here and lick my feet, suck my toes, clean between them with that worthless tongue of yours and clean my soles and I'll give you something to wear tonight. How's that? Can't accuse me of not giving you a fair chance, can you?" Anne was not completely naïve, she had heard and read about people with foot fetishes before and heard of foot sex but kneeling there just inches away from a pair of sweaty, black feet she was faced with something she really did not want to do. And yet she knew another refusal so close to the last would surely be the end of their relationship and wasn't there something gnawing at her as she thought about doing as instructed? Some deep feeling of humiliation that turned her on? Whatever, she slowly crawled across the carpet and began to lap weakly at her Mistresses right foot with her tongue. It was as if each lick of her tongue to Lucy's foot lowered her resistance layer by layer. She soon took her big toe into her mouth and sucked on it sensually as if she were sucking a small cock. Then her tongue ventured between her toes and licked the space clean then she took all her toes into her mouth, stretching her lips, when Lucy's foot came out she caught Anne's nose between her big toe and the next on in and pinched her nostrils closed whilst rubbing her sole over Anne's mouth. It was humiliating, it was degrading and Anne was starting to get off on it. She performed similar oral servitude on Lucy's left foot and when satisfied the black girl pushed Anne back and strode across the room to a cupboard and brought a silver collar and leash out. She tossed them on the rug before Anne and explained. "There you go bitch, that's something you can wear to the party!" The looks of dawning understanding mixed with pathetic sadness made Lucy laugh even more, that only increased as the now short haired blonde actually lifted the collar up, fastened it around her neck and had the chain and leash fall down the front separating her pert little breasts. "Aww! Don't look quite so sad you little baby, I'll give you a chance to get something else to wear tonight all you got to do is crawl over here and lay a big ol' smacker on my black ass!" Anne was astonished at this latest task and just knelt there awestruck as Lucy sexily pulled off those oh-so-tight red shorts from her curvaceous arse and dropped them to her ankles. "Come on bitch, get your skinny white ass over here and kiss my nigger ass!" there was undisguised relish in Lucy's voice, she was clearly going to enjoy this. Anne stared at the expanse of black flesh that faced her and thought this wasn't the biggest hardship she'd ever faced. She crawled over and planted a kiss on Lucy's right butt cheek. "Come on bitch, and the other then do them again but this time nice and sloppy kisses!" Anne licked her lips and did as she was told and planted several more kisses on her black Mistress's arse. "Yeah, that's it! I bet you enjoyed kissing my ass didn't you. Well I'm a woman of my word so for doing that you get something else to wear tonight." With that Lucy rummaged in her cupboard again and came out with a really high pair off heeled shoes, they were real 'hooker heels' and she tossed them at Anne's knees. "See bitch your outfit's really coming together isn't it? What's the matter you still too shy to go out to a party like that? Well I guess you could earn a skirt, how'd that be? You like? Well all you have to do is dig a little deeper this time. You want the skirt, then get your face back in my black ass and this time you lick my arsehole clean!" Anne was becoming overwhelmed by the depravity of it all, but even more so that she wanted to do these things, she wanted to feel humiliated and degraded by this woman, she wanted to debase herself and was getting off on it. She watched as Lucy turned that big, curvy black ass towards her again and this time reached back to peel her ass cheeks apart. In something of a daze Anne crawled forward and dipped her nose right between her cheeks and extended her tongue and began to lap enthusiastically at the other girls shit hole. The taste and smell were perhaps not as bad as Anne would have imagined but the very fact that she was probing another woman's anus with her tongue was right up there with the most depraved thing she had done (and that was a list that was rapidly growing since she had first crossed Lucy). For her part Lucy certainly seemed to be enjoying her rim job and was even a little breathless as she gasped. "Damn girl, you eat ass well! I guess you are going to save me a lot of cash on toilet paper from now on. Oh yeah, just wait until I have you do this after I've had a nice big shit!" Anne recoiled at this but managed to keep her tongue in place and working away until Lucy stepped forward, evidently happy with the job she'd done. This time when she went to the cupboard there was no misdirection and she threw a very short, cheap and nasty denim mini skirt on the floor beside the heels. "Got quite the outfit now, don't you? Suits you down to a tee girl, white trash! Anyway, you got one chance now to earn a shirt to wear to go to the party in. You want that? Yeah, I thought so. So here it is bitch, you kneel there and read this card out while I film you and you can have a top. You don't want to then fine you can go in collar, heels and skirt." She handed Anne a card that she had written on earlier in the day, Anne looked at it and goggled, clearly not expecting what it said. She looked up at Lucy questioningly but wasn't dumb enough to verbally rebel. "That's right, word for word, I'll hold it up here while I film you on my phone, so you going to so it or not?" Anne thought long and hard, seriously considered going to this party with Lucy topless, she could do it, couldn't she? But in the end she couldn't and gave a nod and watched as Lucy took the card back and held it up above her phone while she trained it on her slave. "All right bitch, let's do this." There was an uncomfortable silence before Anne spoke. "Hi Daddy, it's your little Princess Anne here. Just want you to know that I'm a piece of shit whore and that tonight my Nigger Mistress Lucy is going to fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked before and she's going to spank like you should have done when I was younger. I'm her little white fuck toy now! Love you!" The Devil To Pay Ch. 02 She finished by blowing a kiss at the camera. "Hehe! That was beautiful bitch, beautiful! Now you just think of me having that film any time you think about not wanting to do what your Mistress tells you to do from now on." Anne already was, she couldn't imagine her father's reaction if he were to see that, she knew she was trusting to Lucy's good faith with this and there was precious little evidence so far in their relationship. Lucy went to the cupboard one last time and produced a half T-shirt (the bottom half missing) with the word "SLUT" printed in large letters on the part of the shirt that was there. So that was Anne's outfit for the party Lucy was taking her to: collar and leash, hooker heels, a tiny mini skirt and a half shirt with an obscenity on it. And Anne was grateful to put them on, she wanted out of here now, she wanted to get to the party and what Lucy had planned for her and in particular she wanted to be on the end of that plastic phallus of Lucy's, she was dripping wet in anticipation of it. TO BE CONTINUED.