2 comments/ 109924 views/ 14 favorites Sandra Ch. 01 By: Shady_Lady The student bar was full of boisterous young men who were all bragging to each other about their sexual and sporting prowess as they swilled pints of beer. Sandra walked into the bar and felt the heads turn and watch her and mentally undress her. She knew that tonight she looked stunning with her straight blonde platinum hair that fell to just on her shoulders. Her full 36c breasts strained against the thin silver lurex boob tube, and her hard nipples poking against the material showed that she wasn't wearing a bra. She giggled silently to herself in the knowledge that she had no panties on under the matching silver mini-skirt that revealed her long tanned legs and only barely covered her pert ass. Tottering slightly on the 4 inch heels as she walked to the bar, she ordered a drink. Before she could pay she heard a smooth voice beside her say, "A girl shouldn't buy drinks on her birthday." Turning Sandra looked deep into the brown eyes of the very good-looking Captain of the University Rugby team. Smiling a sweet and innocent smile that caused men's hearts to melt She replied, "Thanks. Maybe all the team want to give me one as it's my 19th birthday." John, the rugby captain, raised an eyebrow at what could be a double meaning in Sandra's reply but decided to try his luck as he like many of the team had lusted after Sandra since she joined the university 6 months ago. Adopting what he felt was a Brad Pitt type look said, "do you think you could handle all of us?" Sandra returned his gaze with blue eyes that shone brightly with lust and licked her lips as she said still with her sweet innocent voice, "It's my 19th birthday and I want 19 cocks ........... can you deliver?" John nearly choked on his beer as he realised that here was a beautiful girl who was begging to be gang banged. Pulling her gently by the arm John led her over to the rest of the team and with his draped over her shoulders announced to the guys, "Sandra here wasn't to know whether we can supply 19 cocks for her 19th birthday present." The reaction ranged from stunned disbelief to some of them openly rubbing the crotch of their jeans and the beginning of an erection. "You bet." The chorused and with that they piled out of the bar and back to one of the nearby student rooms. The room was crowded as only designed to accommodate 2 men sharing but those who couldn't get it strained at the door to watch the action unfold. A silence fell over them as Sandra calmly removed her top to reveal her firm breasts and then breathing almost stopped as she stepped out of her mini-skirt to show her shaved pussy. Lying back on the single bed Sandra opened her legs and rubbed herself lewdly as she purred "who's first then boys?" After a brief discussion it was agreed that captain John should be first. Dropping his jeans John revealed his hard cock that was a respectable 7 inches. Lifting her legs up and apart Sandra invited him in with a smile. John needed no second invitation and mounting her thrust his cock deep into her pussy. "Christ she is wet" John grunted as she started to thrust in and out. Sandra moaned as she felt him enter her and wrapped her legs round his back encouraging him to fuck harder by pulling him in with her ankles. John soon shot his load into her and almost before he had withdrawn the second guy took his place. Sandra settled quickly to a slightly smaller but thicker cock and humped up as she felt him drive in and out. Once he had filled her full of cum his place was taken by the 3rd who was quickly followed by the 5th and 6th. By now Sandra was a little sore but her head was spinning as she felt the different cocks fuck in and out of her pussy. The 7th guy paused before he mounted her and looked at her pussy that was oozing with the previous 6 guys cum. "She ain't even gonna feel my 6 inches" he laughed and Sandra turned and knelt on all fours moving her legs together to tighten her pussy. "Good girl" the man smiled as he thrust into her pussy sawing in and out until he had shot his load. Sandra felt the 7th guy pull out and heard the growl from the 8th guy, "Let's try a different hole," and with that wiped his cock along Sandra's pussy to collect some lubricant before poking at Sandra's anal opening. Sandra loved anal sex almost as much as she loved pussy sex and relaxed allowing him to push inside. "Ah yes" he grunted, "Her ass is good and tight" and began to drive in and out. Sandra felt the familiar slutty feel wash over her that she always got from anal sex and cried out, "Give me a cock to suck." More than one willing applicant stepped forward and Sandra felt herself alternating between two stiff cocks with her warm wet mouth as the 8th guy came deep in her ass. "It's ready for you horse," he laughed as he pulled out. Sandra nearly bit the end of one guys cock as she felt a much bigger cock push at her ass. Bracing herself Sandra felt guy number 9 force his 10-inch cock deeper and deeper. Sandra was in heaven now feeling the thick meaty cock driving into her ass as she sucked. Despite the orgasms rushing through her she was careful not to let the two guys she was sucking cum, as she wanted their cocks in her. After the 9th guy had finished the 10th cock that replaced it in her ass was somewhat smaller and easier to manage. Holding her hand up to stop Sandra said in a husky voice, "On your back big boy I want to ride you." With cheers from the watching crowd they manoeuvred themselves so that the guy was lying on his back embedded in Sandra's ass with her facing away and smiling to the crowd. "Number 11 please" she cooed rubbing her pussy as the guy stepped forward. Leaning back so her back was on the man underneath chest Sandra sighed with deep contentment as the 11th guy slide into her pussy. If there was anything Sandra loved more than anal sex it was being double fucked. The two men soon worked out a rhythm and began alternating between both pushing together to switching so that the thrust in forced her deep onto the other guys cocks. Sandra's cries of ecstasy soon had both of them filling her full of their hot cum. When they had finished the 12th man lay on his back and Sandra rolled over and mounted him sliding down on his cock until it was fully embedded. Sandra waited expecting the 13th man to push into her ass and was a little surprised when he didn't. Sandra felt her pussy stretch and then it dawned on her that they were going to double fuck her pussy. This was a new experience for Sandra but one that by now she was looking forward to. Once the second guy was fully in Sandra felt more stretched than she had in a long time and loved the feeling as they both pushed up causing her insides to flex and expand. Soon their cum joined the others that had gone before. "God that double cock in my pussy was amazing" Sandra purred and by now her brain was reeling. "You" she barked at guy number 14, "on your back". Straddling him facing the crowd Sandra took his whole 8 inches into her ass in one easy movement. Leaning back Sandra lifted her legs high and tucked them close to her breasts. Looking over at number 15 she said, "Now get your cock in my ass alongside your friends." Number 15 began to push and stopped when Sandra began to yelp. "Don't you fucking dare stop you wimp" Sandra cried and with that the man thrust hard forcing his cock into her ass as well. "Oh god yes that feels good" Sandra uttered as they both began to thrust into her ass. Soon their cum joined their friends and then they pulled out leaving Sandra on the bed with streams of cum oozing out of her pussy and ass. "That's only 15" Sandra almost cried, "You promised 19." The guys looked at each other to see who wanted seconds hoping she would accept that when they heard a deep rich voice behind them. "What's going on here then lads?" Turning, they came face to face with Jackson, who was head of security for the campus, flanked by three of his men. Although the guys were well built rugby players they looked puny against the imposing bulk of the four security men. All of the security team on campus were black and many adopted the shaven headed approach of the 6'8" Jackson. Fading away the guys allowed Jackson to look into the room to see Sandra who by this time had her eyes closed and was rubbing her clit as the after shocks of the orgasms ran through her. "There are only 15 of us" John stammered "and she wants 19 and there are 4 of you" his voice fading away. "Well we can't disappoint her can we?" Jackson's rich voice boomed as he and his men slid into the room. Sandra's eyes came wide open as she heard Jackson's voice and her eyes opened even wider as each of the security guards dropped their trousers and began to undress. Licking her lips Sandra murmured "Oh goody black cock" as she saw each of the huge cocks come into view. Sandra bounced to her knees on the bed and began to try to suck each of the four cocks one after the after and giggled as they each grew to their full size. They were all big but Jackson was by far the biggest and Sandra was still trying to get her mouth round it as one guard pulled her back on the bed. Lifting her legs up to his shoulders the guard positioned his cock at Sandra's pussy and smiled down at her. "Black cock for white slut pussy" he leered as he began to feed it in. Despite the fucking she had already received Sandra groaned as she felt her pussy being stretched. The guard pumped into her delighting at Sandra's moans and groans as he fucked her long and deep. Once he had shot his load deep inside he pulled out and was replaced by the next guard. He embedded himself deeply and then grasping Sandra's ass rolled her over so she was on top of him. Sandra gulped, as she knew what was coming next and screamed as she felt another 12 inches of cock being pushed into her ass. "It won't fittttttttttttttt," she moaned as the head first, and then the rest slowly invaded her ass. Sandra yelled her lungs out as the two huge black cocks drove in and out of her pussy and ass sending her to new heights of pleasure. After they had finished Sandra lay of the bed breathless her pussy and ass gaping open from the brutal fucking they had received. "Ride me bitch" Sandra heard Jackson utter and looking up saw him sitting in the chair slowly stroking his cock. It wasn't just the length that took Sandra's breath away it was the size. Even Jackson's meaty hands only just fitted round his cock as he pumped it. Climbing over him Sandra lifted on tiptoes as she got the tip to her pussy. Her pussy was well fucked and dripping with cum but despite this the head felt almost too big to go in. Leaning forward Jackson gently bit on Sandra's nipple before lifting his face and gently saying, "take it white bitch, ride it.........if you can". Sandra gritted her teeth and forced herself down onto his mighty cock feeling like her body was splitting in two. The room had gone silent as they watched the massive cock slide slowly into Sandra pussy. In forever it seemed like as Sandra let herself sink lower and lower onto his cock. Finally a murmur of a cheer broke the room and Sandra realised that the whole of Jackson's cock was in her. It felt like it was going to come out the top of her head but despite the pain Sandra began to slowly ride Jackson. As she adjusted to the size Sandra began to enjoy herself and started to ride up and down. As Jackson became more and more excited he started to thrust up causing Sandra to scream in pain and pleasure. Any chance of escaping was denied when Jackson grabbed her ass and began to hold her as he thrust up. Jackson grunted as he filled Sandra with his hot cum so deep it seemed like it would never come out. Once Jackson had finished Sandra climbed off him with weak legs and as he finally plopped out a stream of cum hit the floor from her abused and ravaged pussy. Wearily picking up her clothes Sandra smiled at the crowd and said "thanks for my 19th birthday present guys, wonder what I will get for my 20th". Smiling at her with his still huge flaccid cock in his hand Jackson's voice rumbled as he said "this up your ass girl." Sandra Ch. 01 Roger Talon loved Julia Dahlbeck. He loved everything about her. Her smile, her laugh, her body. Everything. The first time he saw her was in high school, three years ago. She was walking between classes with her friends and their eyes met. That was all. It seemed so trivial, as if there was nothing that could have sparked between them. But then, the next day, she smiled at him as she walked by. By day three of noticing each other's existence, Julia had ditched her friends and started walking with Roger. They talked all the way to her class and she touched his arm as she went into the room. Every day after, she walked with Roger, rather than her friends. And every day, they held hands and kissed just before she went into the classroom and he continued on towards his class. Three years later, Julia was attending the local community college. Her choice. Her parents were less than enthused. They'd intended for her to go to some East Coast school like Harvard or Princeton. They'd wanted to break Julia and Roger up. Of that, Julia was sure. Even though they'd never met Roger. Julia didn't want them to meet him. When you come from a certain class of people, you're not to mix company with another class. Roger wasn't dirt poor but he and his family weren't anywhere near as affluent as Julia's parents were. Roger hadn't gone to college, instead working as a mechanic at a local auto garage. Julia wasn't ashamed of him or his standing. She just didn't want him coming into contact with her parents. The relationship had been tricky at first, for reasons surrounding her parents as well as the question of sex and when they'd be ready. For Julia, the time was after marriage. She thought that if Roger thought she was "the one" (something he'd told her over and over again), he could wait until their honeymoon. Roger, meanwhile, while thinking Julia was, indeed, "the one", wanted to sleep with her but didn't dare make a move or pressure her for fear of losing her. He'd had plenty of experience and wished that the same was true of Julia. He had to admit, though, that having a virgin for a girlfriend was unique. It didn't stop his mouth from watering and his mind from wandering at the prospect of easier girls and now women. Roger was at work, tuning up a Pontiac, when a silver Jaguar rolled into the garage and onto a lift. He saw her fishnet stockings first, as she stepped out of her car. Her long legs climbed, disappearing under a tight leather skirt. Roger estimated her at about forty-five but her face was flawless. Not a wrinkle on it. A bright red lipstick highlighted her full lips. The skirt was complemented by a tight white blouse, her breasts proportiate to her body shape and not sagging at all. Her blonde hair was cropped short which only added to her beauty. Before he could stop his thoughts, Roger wondered what she looked like without the clothes. He rapidly finished his work on the Pontiac, hoping to beat Ben, his fellow mechanic, to be able to work on her car. Too late. Ben was already starting on the Jag while Roger was writing up the receipt for the Pontiac's owner. "Christ on a stick!" Ben said, when Roger approached after the Pontiac pulled out. "I'd love to throw one into her!" Roger felt a twinge of jealousy, even as he smiled and nodded in agreement. Ben continued to work on the car. Roger went into the garage's office, where the woman now sat, applying lipstick while looking in a compact mirror. Her legs were crossed and Roger felt a shiver go through him. He sat down behind the boss's desk. He was out today and it fell to both Ben and Roger to have to do the paperwork as well as the grunt work. Half an hour later, Ben entered the office and Roger asked him for the damage. Ben was none to happy to have to give him the total but did so anyway and then, throwing his hands in the air, walked back into the garage. Roger filled out some paperwork, gave the total to the woman and waited as she reached into her purse and pulled out both the credit card and her ID card and handed them to him. As he looked at her ID, he nearly choked. The name on the card was Sandra Dahlbeck! She was Julia's mother! He tried to hide his surprise but knew that she had saw his reaction. He filled out the receipt and copied the card and then handed both back to the woman. "Is something the matter?" she inquired, a knowing smile on her face. She had come her to see just who this Roger was that Julia kept talking about. It had been going for three years now and she had yet to meet him. He looked like the everyday run-of-the-mill young man. She could throw a rock from any street corner and hit ten Rogers. Even the grease on his hands and face didn't differeniate him from them. "Uh, no," Roger said and stood, started back for the garage. She stopped him by putting her hand on his arm. She felt muscle there, felt it jump at her touch, even through the coveralls. "Just a second, Roger," she said, her voice syrupy smooth. "I'm glad to finally meet you. Julia talks about you all the time, says that you're 'the one'. I had to see what she was gushing over for myself. You can't blame me, can you? Everything she says is true." Roger wondered what Julia had told her mother about him and why she had told him a completely different story, about how Sandra and her husband had considered sending her away to break them up. Her mother seemed nice enough. She smelled very nice. All he could say was, "Thank you." "You do know where live, don't you, Roger?" Sandra asked him. "Um, yeah, I do," he said, not sure where she was going with this. "Why don't you plan on having dinner with us this Saturday?" she asked. "I'll run it by Julia and my husband, Peter, and I'm pretty sure I'll be able to convince them. What do you say?" What could he say? ******** Julia was waiting for her by the electronic billboard that kept circulating ads about the community college and events that were taking place, months from now. She noticed the Jag before it was upon her and wondered if her mother would let her drive. She opened the passenger door as the car came to a stop and put her books on the seat. "Can I get behind the wheel?" Julia asked Sandra. Much to her surprise, Sandra let her slide in the driver's seat. She told her to take the long way home. Halfway there, Sandra sprung the news on Julia. "He's a very nice boy. So we're going to have dinner at the house on Saturday. You don't mind, do you?" Julia shook her head and exhaled a deep breath. She wasn't supposed to mind that her mother had finally met her boyfriend, that she'd probably flirted with him. Look how she was dressed! Julia had long known of her mother's penchant for...attracting the...affections of other men. She could even recall a few of their names. Her father didn't seem to care so Sandra continued playing the role of slut. It was yet another reason that Julia didn't want her boyfriend anywhere near her mother. And now her mother had gotten near her boyfriend. Julia put the hammer down and hit the corner going fifty-five miles an hour. She barely kept the car in her lane. She glanced over at her mother when they finally got on a straight-away. Sandra was amused, a devilish smile on his lips. Julia wanted to reach out and smack her but kept both hands on the wheel. It was everything she could do to keep in control of the car. Finally, at long last, they arrived at the house, pulled into the driveway of the stately red brick house. Julia couldn't get out of the car fast enough. She didn't even take her books with her as she fled to find her father. "Hello?" she called, inside the front door, standing in the spacious foyer. The living room was just off to the right and she glanced briefly in that direction but found no one. "Hello?" she called again, moving off in the direction of her father's office. Sandra followed half a dozen steps behind, coming in the door and shutting it, tossing the keys on a table in the foyer. She yelled out to Julia. "He's not here. He left for Miami shortly after you went to school. He'll be back Sunday." Her daughter came out of the office and swiftly closed the distance. She was in Sandra's face instantaneously, snarling. "So," she huffed, "in other words, you've decided that Daddy doesn't get to meet Roger and you get to play Torquemada yourself. Or perhaps you want to play the whore of Babylon?" Sandra's hand connected with Julia's cheek and her daughter bit her tongue, opened a cut. Her mouth was bleeding as she retreated to her room upstairs, announcing her arrival with a slammed door. Sandra moved to the living room, poured herself a Scotch and sat on one of the couches. She didn't regret anything she had done today, especially not in the last few moments. It had to be done. All of it had to be done. ********** Saturday night. Sandra had told Julia to tell Roger to arrive at 7 PM. Julia toyed with the thought of not telling Roger anything and letting the meal just be herself and Sandra. But then she thought about the flare-up afterwards, something she was ready for. Her mother was not going to slap her around this time. And she took this as an opportunity to rub her relationship with Roger in her mother's face, something she wanted to get out of control. Roger arrived in jeans and a t-shirt and apologized to Julia for his clothes. He told her he had come straight from work and this was all he had on hand. Julia told him not to worry and took his hand, lead him into the living room. When he declined her offer of a drink, she sat down on the couch and pulled him down next to her. "Let me massage your shoulders," she told him and he turned his back on her. She put her hands on his tight shoulders and rubbed at the kinks there. He groaned and told her where to rub and she obliged. After a couple of minutes, he turned back to her and kissed her and she leaned backward, pulled him on top of her. Julia grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. She could feel his nervousness. This had to be a huge surprise. She could feel his erection through the jean material. It bumped against her crotch and she felt herself get wet. Now, if only her mother would walk in on them. "Whoa!" Roger said when they finally broke off the kiss. "What's gotten into you?" "Hopefully you," Julia said, her voice sexy and very come hither. "What about waiting? What happened to that?" Julia shook her head. "I want you tonight. Please, Roger." He put his mouth against hers again and they touched tongues, dipped into each other's mouths. Julia pulled at his t-shirt and, again, he stopped kissing her, let her undress him. Roger thought that this would never happen. He didn't expect to be doing this in Julia's living room with her mother upstairs. Fortunately, they only had to worry about Sandra and not both of her parents. When Julia told Roger that her father was in Miami, he didn't know if he should be relieved or not. Right now, though, he was relieved. Julia pulled his jeans and underwear down and his erection sprang forward, nearly connected with her mouth. She grabbed hold of it and licked at the head, tasted some of the pre-cum that come out of his cock. Then she took him into her mouth and sucked him off. As she sucked on him, Julia looked up at the room upstairs. Her mother was taking forever. She wanted this to be perfect but, at this rate, Roger would have come by the time her mother arrived on the scene. Roger took Julia's head and pushed it forward gently, trying to get as much of himself inside of her mouth, maybe even down her throat. He felt her fondle his balls and he knew that he could come at any moment. "Oh, Christ! Why did we wait so long?" Roger called out. From the doorway of the kitchen, Sandra watched as her daughter sucked on Roger's lengthy cock, taking it deeply down her throat. She laughed when Julia had to stop a couple of times, gagging on his rod. Roger was sweet, stopping and asking her if she was okay but then they started back up again. "That would never happen if I were sucking him off," Sandra said under her breath. Still, she slipped her own hand beneath the waistband of her pants. She was wearing no panties and had easy access to lubricate her fingers with her juices and rub her clitoris. Julia broke off the blow job and stripped out of her clothes, let Roger licked her nipples, touch her neatly trimmed pussy. She went under the couch and found the bottle of lubricant and poured some on her tits. Then she got on her knees on the couch and let Roger titty-fuck her, sucking the head of his cock each time it made it to her mouth. Again, her eyes strayed to the stairs. Sandra kept fingering herself, feeling her orgasm started to come. She leaned against the doorframe and rode it out, shaking and shivering. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out loud. After Roger told her he couldn't take much more, Julia turned on the couch and lifted her ass in the air so he could see her wet pussy. He hadn't brought any condoms with him and told her as much. She said it didn't matter, she wanted him inside of her. His cock was still lubed up from the titty-fuck and he positioned himself just at the edges of her cunt. Something stopped him. He could see Sandra fingering herself just beyond the doorway. Jesus Christ! What was with this family? "Maybe we shouldn't do this tonight," he told Julia. And suddenly, like that, all of the passion went out of the room. Roger's cock went soft and Julia felt the nervous/electric feeling leave her body. She couldn't understand why he had stopped other than it having to do with her being a virgin or maybe because he didn't want to get caught by her mother. She was upset that he had stopped and she tried to get him to continue, taking his member in her hand but he just shook his head and put his clothes back on. A moment later, Julia followed suit. Sandra came down the stairs, having used the back stairs to reach the second level and she went into the kitchen. She called from the dining room that dinner was ready. Julia and Roger came along without a word to each other. They were not holding hand. *********** Sandra sat opposite Roger and Julia. They seemed like they had had a fight and, even though Sandra was aware of what had happened, that Roger had glimpsed her rubbing herself off, she tried her best to play like nothing had ever happened. "So, Roger, what do you like to do in your spare time?" she quizzed him. It was a lame question and she'd tried hard not to burst out laughing at her own query. "Uh, um, well." Roger was tongue-tied. "Baseball." "Really?" "And I like mystery novels. I like science fiction, too." "Sounds like a keeper," Sandra told Julia. "You better make sure you don't let this one go." She was being completely facetious and was sure that Julia understood that to be the case. The only thing that interested Sandra where it concerned Roger was his eight inch prick. She got wet thinking about it plunging in and out of her. Unlike her daughter, Sandra would be able to handle a dick like Roger's; Sandra was, literally, a fucking expert. There was silence for most of the meal and, finally, it came to an end. At least dinner had. Dessert was next. Roger helpfully offered to clear the table and Sandra went to the kitchen to grab the pie. While in the room with Roger, though, that wasn't all she grabbed, pulling him into the pantry by the arm. "I know you saw me and you know I saw you," she told him, her hands holding his arms against his body. "You're quite large and very skilled, I noticed. But I would have had you blowing your load in seconds instead of sending you home with blue balls. The offer is on the table anytime, Roger." She left him standing there, alone in the pantry, and grabbed the pie, headed into the dining room. ************* Peter returned from his trip late on Sunday night. Sandra was still awake, thinking of Roger and his rock hard cock. She informed her husband about Roger, leaving out the good parts, except to say that he was a nice man. Peter went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and then undressed his wife. While Peter fucked her, Sandra daydreamed that it was Roger. But the sex was mediocre at best, even while imagining that it was her daughter's boyfriend. Peter didn't even make her come. It had been forever since he'd been able to do her like that. After he was done shooting his puny load, he rolled over and fell fast asleep. The only reason to keep him around was his bottom line. Not that she couldn't make it on her own. The way she figured it, though, why bother? Let him do whatever passed for fucking and then watch him drift off. Pretend like you were happy and then take his money. And, meanwhile, treat yourself to some great sex toys, men that were just as powerful as her husband, even young men like Roger, who might not have anything except what they had physically. Roger wouldn't be the first, just the latest. He had great potential for what she had planned. The first stage was getting him in her web. After that, she was certain he'd do what she wanted. To Be Continued... Sandra Ch. 01 My sister, Sandra, is 35 years old, and 3 years older than me. I have known for quite some time that my sister is bisexual, but she has just recently informed my parents that she is living with a woman, and it's more than a platonic relationship. I was introduced to my sister's girlfriend over the holidays, and was pleasantly surprised. Kelly is 25, blonde hair, with long legs. She stands about 5' 8", has a very pretty face, but smallish, almost non-existent breasts. Sandra, has dark hair, is about 5' 3", but has large 36D breasts. When I was going through puberty I would sneak peaks at my sister when she was in the shower or getting dressed, and would beat off thinking about those big boobs, with the large pink areolas. After college, I moved about 60 miles away from home for work, but my sister still lives in our hometown, and now shares a house with Kelly. Acouple months ago I had business in our hometown and rather than stay in a motel my sister invited me to stay overnight at her house. I arrived around 7:30 and was greeted at the door by Kelly. When she opened the door, she was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, without any bra, as I could see her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. Before I knew it, she stepped forward and gave me a big hug. I was somewhat startled as I had only met her once before, but this was a pleasant surprise. I was able to pull away before my growing member became too obvious. Kelly told me that my sister was at the store, and would be back soon. She showed me to the guest room, and asked if I'd like something to drink. I said it would be great if she could get me a beer while I changed clothes. When I finished changing, I walked to the living room, and found Kelly and my sister kissing each other passionately. I cleared my throat, and they turned and broke their kiss, both of them looking a little embarrassed. Sandra handed me my beer, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, as that was our normal greeting. Kelly and Sandra were drinking white wine and I was drinking my beer as we sat around the kitchen table just chatting. Sandra complained that she had strained her back at work that day, so Kelly suggested that she go for a soak in the hot tub. I got up to get another beer, while my sister went to her room to change into her swimsuit. Kelly had gone out back to make sure the water temperature was okay, and I poured her and my sister another glass of wine. My sister came back into the kitchen area wearing a thong bikini, and I was taken aback by how good she looked. Maybe it was the two beers without dinner that was affecting my judgment, but for the first time in a long time I was looking at my sister as a woman, and not just my sister. Her large breasts were spilling out of her top, and her recent infatuating with running had done wonders for her ass. It was round, and high and tight. The thong left nothing for the imagination. Sandra went out to the hot tub and Kelly went with her. Kelly was standing outside the tub while Sandra was relaxing in the warm, bubbling water while I popped open another beer in the kitchen. I was thinking to myself that if I played my cards right, maybe I'd get a chance to spy on them while they were playing later that night. Those cards would have been a pair, but little did I know that I had just drawn a full house! After a few minutes Kelly came back inside and said that my sister felt that they were abandoning me and said that Kelly and I should join her in the hot tub. I told Kelly that I hadn't brought a swim suit with me, so I would take a pass. She was pouring another couple glasses of wine and said that I could just wear my underwear, and she would do the same. I was still a little reluctant, so Kelly stepped out of her sweats and stood before me in her tank top and a pair of thong underwear. "Come one and join us" she said, and she stepped out of the kitchen and into the backyard, carrying the two glasses of wine. "Don't be a party-pooper" my sister called from the hot tub, "it's not big deal, it's just like a swimsuit" she said. "What the hell" I thought, so I took off my shirt and pants and walked out into the backyard in just my boxer-briefs. Staring at Kelly in her underwear had given me a "semi", so there was something of a bulge in my package as I approached the hot tub. Sandra and Kelly began whistling and cat-calling me, as they noticed what was preceding me across the yard. I hurriedly hopped into the tub to avoid any further embarrassment. Kelly and Sandra were cuddled up next to each other as I took a seat across from them. Kelly teased Sandra saying "your brother seems to be packing something bigger than that new strap-on we just bought". My face must have been turning three shades of red with embarrassment, but I was a little flattered at the same time. Kelly asked if it were true that guys always got turned on by watching two women kiss? I told her that not "always", but usually, especially if the women were good looking. She then asked, what about two women who looked like her and my sister. I told her I believed that most guys would definitely be turned on by that. Before I could say anything else, Kelly turned to my sister and began tongue kissing her and fondling her breasts. Through her water-soaked t-shirt I could see Kelly's nipples hardening and sticking straight out through the material. As quickly as they started kissing, Kelly broke the kiss and asked if that had turned me on. I was embarrassed to admit that my cock had grown almost to its full length, so I tried to explain that it was different if one of the women was your sister. Kelly could see I was fudging with the truth, so she glided over to me and grabbed my cock under the water. "If your cock is this big without being turned on, I can't wait to see it at it's full size" she said as she gave me another quick squeeze before sliding back over next to Sandra. Her hand fell below the water line, and I could tell she had placed it between Sandra's legs as my sister's hips were rocking back and forth, causing small waves in the hot tub. Sandra Ch. 01 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to person or persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred. ***** Faustus is an octogenarian. He is afflicted by the usual assortment of geriatric malaises and miseries. However, his mind is still sharp. He reviews many theories of mathematics and physics. One of his subjects of study is the work of Theodore Jefferson Kaczynski (The Unabomber). It turns out that Kaxzynski's field of study was boundary value problems for elliptic partial differential equations. From a Gorean perspective, this indicates a foundation for the "Third Knowledge." Alzheimer's disease is the one affliction that Faustus missed. Moreover, he is still able to bathe himself, dress himself, and feed himself. That puts him far ahead of most of the clients at the assisted living facility where Faustus is "warehoused." He struggles with the keyboard. Still he manages to punch out some ideas. The Gentile [sic] Man's Club, always referred to by members as "The Club," is a haven for those individual males who espouse male dominance and for females who are submissive. Faustus had been a paying member for decades; now, he is a member emeritus. Every day after a lunch of chicken nuggets, celery & carrot sticks, apple sauce, and raspberry tea, a shuttle bus picks up Faustus and delivers him to The Club. There he watches the girls pole dance and perform various other activities of entertainment. The girls are property of the club. The system of laws for this state is Gorean in nature, ensuring masculine supremacy. One of the bound slave girls in the club is the nineteen-year-old German girl Sandra. The sequence of events that led her to sell herself into slavery (an irreversible transaction) is not relevant. What is relevant is her desire to possess the Third Knowledge. The mystery of the universe is partially unravelled in the works of the Unabomber. Ted did his final disquisition from a maximum security federal prison in Florence, Colorado. To somehow siphon that information from Faustus's headbrain [sic] is a challenge for a free woman or master Scribe, let alone for a lowly slave girl. It turns out that a girl in The Club may belong to a member and be restricted in certain ways from general use and abuse. Sandra sought to obtain such status. Faustus, on the other hand, is ill-equipped to properly service a girl. As a statistician, he is a mathematician broken down by age and sex. It is rare that a girl might seek a master from those in the club, but not unheard of. Even more unusual is for a girl to request a master who shows no particular interest in her. The usual price for such a situation is fifty bare-bottom cane strokes. But the men of the club are interested in a new fad in the BDSM world: The Pussy Kick. Sandra is told of the price. She considers the situation and discusses it with other girls. Sandra is chatting with three of her "sisters": Geia, Lori, and Aeon. "You pay special attention to that crusty old curmudgeon, Sandra," Geia, a blond-hair, green-eyed willowy girl narrates. "I have seen you open your toy bag for him and ask for any use." A girl's toy bag has dildoes, butt plugs, vibrators, canes, paddles, and switches. "I've observed the same thing, Sandy," echoes the short brunette Lori. The choice from the toy bag is generally a special request. A special request usually demands a contribution. "I want him to show interest in me," Sandra confesses. "He has some information that I could use," Sandra retorts. "I understand the price." "I'm not so sure that you do," interjects Geia. "Marcus had the hots for me and it took him weeks to arrange the challenge. And they made me do it on the second day of my period. They always do that. And, if you scream or cry out during the caning they stop and start again next month. Then the whole thing continues until at last the master loses interest or the girl is able to complete her challenge." "They restart on the second day of your period?" Sandra asks with trembling voice. "Of course," Lori adds, "and the count is zero. It takes two months to completely recover from a caning, so you are still sore and bruised after only one month. Double that if you fail second time." "Oh, my," says Sandra. She has a worried look on her face. "But you say now that it's 'pussy kick.'" "yes," tells Aeon, who is usually silent. "Right now the masters are debating the count. Some say 'twenty' and others say 'ten.' Various videos are being studied. 'Caning for Cash Money' is well understood-there is a Japanese model and template. Surely you've seen those barely-legal teens in their school uniforms?" "Oh, yes," Sandra admits. "Bare-bottom caning with a thin cane or a paddle. It is almost a ritual rite of passage. For sure every Japanese school girl has been caned at least once in her school years." "Well," Geia remarks, "the masters crave diversity. They also have no desire to injure or maim valuable property. Having a damaged girl taken to urgent care or the emergency room brings unwanted notoriety." "On the other hand," Lori comments, "the challenge must be severe enough to ensure that the average girl will require several attempts." Geia, Aeon, and Sandra nod their assent. After much deliberation the masters came up with a set of requirements for pussy kicking: (1) The girl is to stand, hands behind her head. and blindfolded. (2) She will be allowed to cry out but must count each kick. (3) There will be five kicks. (4) If she falls, another kick is added, for a maximum of ten. (5) If she falls twice in a row, she is through until next session. When word of the challenge reaches Sandra, she is torn between fear of the cunt kick and the desire to pick Old Faustus's brain before he becomes senile or otherwise unresponsive. A mind cannot maintain indefinitely should the body be significantly degraded. Resolute and determined, she goes to Roto, the owner of The Club. "You want to be Faustus's girl," asks Roto as he wipes his nose on his shirt sleeve. "Yes, Master," Sandra answers. "Does he want you, that is the question?" Roto inquires. "A girl is not sure, Master," Sandra replies. "You had better be sure, girl," Roto insists. "Have you spoken to him about this?" "No Sir," Sandra admits. "I will contact him," Roto states, "can I count on your enduring of an initiation (or audition) via pussy kicking? It is a new challenge. For years the 'turn over' price was fifty strokes with a cane on the girl's bare bottom-a traditional punishment. But the masters want something different. Before it was tit slapping, now it is cunt kicking. You can change you mind now. After talking with that lecherous old curmudgeon I will give you a final chance to opt out. If, after consult with your intended master, you persist in your desire, there will be no turning back. Do you understand that if you fail the initiation that it will be restarted and attempted until satisfactory completion?" "A girl understands, Sir," Sandra replies. Back with her fellow slave girls, Sandra explains the situation. They are amazed at her resolution and try and convince her to opt out of the endurance casting. But seemingly to no avail. However, alone in bed she is frighten that she will fail her challenge and be forced to endure the torment on the second day of her menstrual cycle for month after month. She is torn between the desire to gain access to the Third Knowledge, extracted somehow from the brain of a serial killer, and the fear of severe, brutal punishment. The quest for knowledge motivates Sandra to undertake this perverted, perilous path. Roto talks to Faustus. "Faustus," Roto explains, "a girl wants to take you as her master. I have no idea why. You suffer from a variety of dysfunctions, not the least of which being incontinence and E.D.. I can't see any activity that you might enjoy with this girl. In particular ome that is not available in house. And I am not pleased with the new challenge-the pussy kick. I prefer the traditional fifty strokes with a cane on the bare bottom. But, if the masters demand it and the girl agrees to it, who am I to say 'no' and try and veto it." "Faustus!" Roto, observing Faustus with his eyes closed, speaks with a raspy voice, "are you awake dude?" Faustus replies: "I do my mathematics in my head. I can no longer use a pen or pencil. Ah, the girl. She is fun to watch on stage. Sure, why not?" Roto is disgusted. The new challenge may be dangerous and it may do nothing more than to sate some perverts' quest for novelty. Nonetheless, Roto goes back to see Sandra with the news. "I talked with Faustus, Sandra," Roto delineates. "He said OK. I am not sure that this is the right course of events. This is the moment of your final decision, girl. What will it be? Sandra pauses a while, then looks into Roto's eyes and says: "... To be continued. Sandra Ch. 02 Admiring her flawless body in the mirror she remembered the previous evening and said out loud, "You are a slut girl" then giggled. Today was the day after Sandra's 19th birthday and she was still in her first year at university but had already gained a reputation of looking like an angel but fucking like a devil. As she thought about last nights 19 man gang bang to celebrate her birthday Sandra felt herself getting turned on. She ran her fingers over her nipples causing them to harden to her touch, pinching them slightly before running them down her body to her shaved pussy. Running her fingers between her pussy lips Sandra felt her moistness and opening her legs slightly allowed a finger to slip inside. Just as her finger slipped inside the door to the bathroom opened and in walked a small petite girl with short bobbed red hair. Sally roomed just down the corridor from Sandra and was an out and out lesbian who had the hots for Sandra. Saying nothing Sally watched as Sandra touched her full breast and Sally sighed wistfully as she thought of her own 32As under her gown. Sally became breathless and started to get damp as she watched Sandra slid her finger deeper into her own pussy. Sally had tried to talk Sandra into bed on more than one occasion but had always nicely but firmly been declined. They were still friends and Sally had developed a huge crush on Sandra over the six months they had known each other. Their eyes met in the mirror and instead of stopping as Sally expected Sandra continued to finger herself. "Happy Birthday Sandra" Sally croaked, her mouth dry from excitement. "Thanks" Sandra purred in reply and continued to finger herself, "want to give me a birthday present?" Sally slipped the robe from her shoulders and moved across the room to Sandra. Sally stood behind Sandra and stroked her back as she kissed the nape of Sandra's neck. Reaching round she cupped Sandra's breast and whispered in her ear, "My fingers and tongue would do that better you know." Sally turned Sandra slowly round and pushed her against the wall. She moved her hand over the top of Sandra's and their fingers intermingled as the touched Sandra's pussy. Sandra moved her hands away allowing Sally full access to her pussy. Sally's finger slid easily into Sandra's soaking pussy and as Sally gentled pumped with her finger their lips met. Their tongues entwined before Sally broke the kiss and began to work her way down giving gentle little kisses over Sandra's breasts and tummy. As Sally knelt between Sandra's legs she inhaled deeply smelling the beautiful smell of aroused pussy. Sally thought she had died and gone to heaven as her tongue snaked out and dipped into Sandra's pussy for the first time. Lapping at her juices Sally savoured the taste as Sandra's juices flowed into her mouth. Lifting one of Sandra's legs over her shoulder Sally began to work on Sandra's pussy in earnest. Her tongue rasped across Sandra's erect clit and by now had pushed 2 fingers up into Sandra's body. With steady fucking movements Sally began to curl her fingers in search of Sandra's g-spot. Hearing Sandra moan was music to Sally's ears as she hit the spot. "Fucking hell" escaped from Sandra's mouth before twisting her fingers tightly in Sally's hair. Sally knew Sandra was close to cumming and keeping the movement of her fingers steady she nibbled and flicked at Sandra's clit. Sandra started moaning then began to scream as the orgasm ripped through her. Sally pulled her fingers out quickly and clamped her mouth over Sandra's pussy so she could drink her juices as they flowed out. Sally stood and held Sandra tight as she trembled in her arms with the after effects of the orgasm. "Have you still got that strapon in your room?" Sandra murmured, as she rubbed her pussy against Sally's leg. "Oh come on," cooed Sandra, "you are always telling me how big it is and what a savage fucker you are." Saying nothing Sally led Sandra by the hand and down the corridor to Sally's room. Both girls were stark naked but said nothing as they passed the other girls in the corridor. Finding Sally's room Sandra leapt onto the bed on all fours as Sally retrieved the strapon from the cupboard. Fumbling with the buckles Sally fastened the 7-inch strapon tightly and turned to lock the door. "No" Sandra murmured, "prop it open, the other girls might like the show" "You sure?" Sally asked then shrugged and blocked the door wide open before moving behind Sandra's upturned ass. "You really are quite the slut aren't you" Sally asked in a low voice. "Yes," replied Sandra. "Well let's see how loudly you scream with this in you" Sally replied as she held the strapon by the base and positioned it against Sandra's open pussy. Sandra yelped and howled with pleasure as Sally thrust the strapon deeply into her willing pussy until all 7 inches were buried in. Grabbing Sandra's hips Sally began to thrust in and out pulling the dildo almost out before driving back in. Sandra's head was buried in the bed as she braced herself against the savage assault. "Well well" a voice from the doorway said, "what a pretty sight this is." Sandra looked up to see Beth's body in the doorway. Beth was a butch dyke lesbian who had now left university but still visited the dorms with whichever girl she was currently seeing. Sandra gulped as she saw what Beth had dangling by its harness in her hand. The dildo part of the strapon must have been at least 10 inches and as thick as Sandra's wrist. "Do her ass while I put this on" Beth barked as she began to buckle up. Before the words had time to register in Sandra's brain she felt Sally pull out of her pussy and push against her tight anal opening. Relaxing with the pressure Sally pushed the whole 7 inches up Sandra's ass. Sandra moaned with wanton lust as she felt her ass being invaded. Sally rolled over still embedded in Sandra's ass and wrapped her arms round her. This was obviously something Sally had done before by the practised way she did it. Sandra looked up as Beth loomed over her watching how Sally's strapon was buried to the hilt in Sandra's ass. "You ready for this girl?" Beth asked with a leer as she held the thick monster in both hands. Sandra nodded as Beth moved onto the bed. "Gonna fuck your bitch pussy with this, then your slutty ass." Sandra shivered but more from lust than fear. With that Beth drove the dildo deep into Sandra's willing pussy. Sandra squealed with delight as she felt the dildo bury into her and the dildo in her ass made her tight, intensifying the feelings. Beth fucked in and out of Sandra as Sally held the dildo firm in Sandra's ass. "Gonna make you my bitch" Beth grunted as she forced the dildo in and out making Sandra yelp with pleasure. Every so often Beth would lean forward and twist one of Sandra's nipples viciously causing her to moan with pleasure. Beth pulled out of Sandra and stood with the dildo glistening with Sandra's pussy juices and then leant and pulled her by her hair upright causing the dildo Sally had buried in her ass to come out with a plop. Pushing Sandra before her Beth forced her into the corridor where the other girls were hanging around half watching and half trying to look the other way. The plastic cock waved obscenely at Beth's groin as she held Sandra by her hair and shouted for all to hear, "This is my bitch now" and then pushed Sandra forward so that she grasped the handrail that ran the length on the corridor. Kicking Sandra's ankles apart Beth grasped the dildo by the hilt and pushed savagely into Sandra's willing ass. Lifting Sandra's head by the hair as she fucked Beth instructed Sandra, "Tell them all you are my bitch" and punctuated each word with savage thrusts into Sandra's ass. "I am your bitch" Sandra gasped as Beth fucked her, "Yours to do with as you wish, to fuck all and everyone at your command." Then bracing herself against the handrail Sandra pushed back and forward fucking the dildo that invaded her ass. "I am a slut," Sandra screamed at the top of her voice, loving the feeling of being in Beth's total control. Beth slowed her fucking before pulling Sandra's head backward close to her own face. Kissing her savagely Beth whispered in her ear "Tonight all my sisters will fuck you, some will fist you, all in public, how do you like that slut?" Sandra came again on the dildo as she nodded in eager obedience realising that she had found her true self. Sandra Ch. 02 It didn't take Roger long to take Sandra up on her offer. It was Monday, in fact, when he called her and told her that he wanted to meet somewhere where no one would be able to see them and tell anyone that they'd met. All the cloak and dagger shit amused Sandra. Just for fun, she asked him what would be wrong with her house or his apartment and she imagined him pissing his pants when he responded, his voice raised, that Julia could come to either and see them. Sandra didn't care whether or not Julia saw them together but didn't bother telling him and agreed to meet him at a public park. It made absolutely no sense that he wanted to meet up at the park where everyone could see them. It was the middle of the afternoon and there were plenty of pedestrians, joggers and mothers and fathers out with their children. There were even a number of frisbee players and abundance of dogs. She found him sitting on the park bench, wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, which showed off his beautiful muscles. She'd changed into a pair of running shorts and a sports bra as soon as she'd gotten the call. She sported sunglasses as well. She took a seat next to him. "So what did you have in mind, Roger, now that everyone has seen us." Despite her contempt, her voice was syrupy again. "Should we just fuck on the bench here? How about on the sidewalk? Up against a tree?" "I can't wait forever for Julia," Roger blurted out. "I've waited three years adn I can't wait any longer." Sandra sighed, looked away, looked at some of the men playing frisbee with their shirts off. She could see herself doing any one of them. Roger was full of shit. She decided to tell him so. "When you had your cock jammed down her throat, it didn't appear as if you or my daughter were waiting. Why didn't you take her on the couch anyway? Flip her over and pop her cherry?" Roger was about to say something but he bit it off. He was blushing. He'd been told the other night that Sandra had watched them, by Sandra herself. And yet, he continued to be embarrassed by Sandra's words meshing with the images of the other night running through his mind. "She's a cock-tease, isn't she?" Sandra asked him. "She's got a good mentor," he said before he could edit his comments. Sandra laughed out loud, tossing her head back. "Oh, Roger, Roger, Roger. She's not very good, is she, Roger?" She goaded him. She went further. "You want a real woman, not some idealist that wants the world to be perfect and her first time to be scripted. Sure, she can suck but anyone can suck. She has nice tits and they're fuckable but unless she's flat-chested, any woman can give a decent titty-fuck. When it comes down to putting yourself inside her and fucking her, you backed down. Don't tell me suddenly grew a conscience, Roger." Roger couldn't believe she was talking about Julia this way. Her own daughter. It left him speechless and she knew it. "I can do everything that Julia can do but I can do it oh-so-much better. I can make you come so fucking hard, Roger." Sandra moved closer to him and grabbed his hand. She placed it against her left breast, even though there people walking by. "Can you feel my heartbeat, Roger? It's out of control. That's because I'm so fucking horny for you, Roger." This is the kind of situation he had always thought about, from the moment he'd met Julia and she'd told him that she was saving herself for marriage. From the moment he'd met Sandra and wanted to bend her over the hood of her Jaguar and fuck her, before he'd known just who she was. Here, in the park with her, with his hand on her breast, he couldn't feel anything. His hand was paralyzed. He was thinking of how nice it would be to suck on it, how nice it would be press his tongue into her pussy and taste her and then to fuck her again and again. He couldn't do it. Just like with Julia, it didn't feel right, didn't feel like the right time and it definitely wasn't the right place. He got the feeling back in his hand, even though he knew it had never really left, and he snatched it back from her clutches, got up and walked away. "I'll be thinking of you, Roger," Sandra called after him as he started to walk fast and then ran for his car. She stood up and walked over to two of the men tossing the frisbee. She whispered in one's ear and he nodded and then both men followed her into the woods. *********** Julia tried to get ahold of Roger for a week, believing that it was her fault that he wasn't answering. She'd made him do things that he wasn't comfortable with, even though she knew that he had wanted to fuck her from the moment they met. It was her fault, she thought, that she'd held back from him for so long and then, when they were both thrust into a situation that neither had really expected to be in, she'd sucked on him, let him titty-fuck her and had offered her pussy up to him. It had to be a case of too much, too soon. She thought briefly about talking with her mother about the situation and then quickly disregarded it. And she wasn't going to discuss it with her father. She could just imagine the conversation. "Daddy, I was giving Roger a blow job and then let him fuck my tits. And then I turned around and wanted him to fuck me. But he didn't and said we should slow down and now he doesn't want to talk with me. What did I do wrong?" Not going to happen. Julia sat for a bit and thought about her next move and then it hit. Of course! She grabbed her purse and the keys to the Jaguar and sped off toward the garage Roger worked at. *********** He wasn't there, Sandra discovered. The garage was pretty much deserted, not even a sign of Ben, the other greasemonkey. She went next door to the beauty palor, which had been amusing the first time she saw it and was still amusing. She'd been amused every day, as she watched Roger come to work and go home. This had become her new hobby. Stalking her prey. The only time she didn't see what he did was at lunch. And that must have been when he left today. Sandra went inside the beauty palor and asked a young girl if she could look at their phone book. She knew Roger's last name, knew his address on account of having followed him home every night for the last week. He never noticed, too much already weighing on his mind. She asked to use the phone and dialed and got nothing but ringing. Of course he wouldn't answer, even if he was there. He was so fucked up and confused. Perfect for her next move. Sandra thanked the girl and got back in her car and headed for his apartment. *********** Roger kept telling himself that he had to get his head clear. He loved Julia, he told himself over and over. He wanted Julia, he told himself. Wanted to have sex with Julia and Julia alone. It became a mantra. It became brainwashing. He tried his hardest to banish Sandra from his thought but, like her personality, her presence in his mind kept pushing itself to the forefront. Sandra was more take-charge than her daughter, though Julia had been very aggressive in the living room. He had been right to call both women cock-teases. What were they if not that? He sat down on the floor, put his head in his hands and then, without even warning himself, he slammed the back of his head into the wall. Repeatedly. He thought he was hearing things when his apartment intercom buzzed. To Be Continued... Sandra Ch. 02 It had been a few months since I'd left Kelly and Sandra's house, and I had barely spoken with my sister in the interim. It was almost as if it had been a dream, albeit an extremely erotic dream. It was a Thursday evening when the phone rang and when I answered I immediately recognized my sister's voice. Sandra said that she and Kelly really wanted to get away for a weekend, but since they didn't have much money they couldn't afford to go anywhere, so they were wondering if they could come visit me for the weekend and just hang out; the three of us.... I instantly started growing, and I excitedly agreed and began making preparations for their arrival. Sandra said they'd be leaving the next afternoon and would get to my place sometime between 4 and 5 o'clock. I told my sister that I wasn't sure I could get off work early, so I'd leave a spare key under the doormat for them. I left my office around 4 p.m. on Friday and headed for home. As I drove up my block, I could see my sister's SUV parked in front of my house. I pulled into the garage, parked the car, and entered my house through the kitchen door. As I turned the corner into the living room I saw a few suitcases lying in front of the staircase. More intriguing to me were the clothes strewn about, leaving a trail up the steps toward the bedrooms. I picked up the bags and made my way quietly up the steps. I could hear moaning from the guest room as I reached the top of the steps. I took off my shoes and quickly walked toward the guest room... The door was wide open. As I approached, my head was spinning I was so aroused... I stood in the doorway...looking at Kelly's hot and completely naked body -- with my sister's head between her legs... Sandra's sexy round ass looked incredibly inviting as she kneeled between Kelly's legs. I could feel my cock growing firm in my pants as I watched my sister eat out her girlfriend again with a sense of deja vu. Kelly's eyes were closed as she wriggled her hips under Sandra's face.. Kelly heard me unzip my pants and opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway... her mouth opening into a big smile. She crooked her finger and motioned me to join them on the bed. It appeared that Sandra was so engrossed in her efforts that she didn't hear me stripping out of my clothes. As I stood completely naked at the end of the bed, my cock full and standing erect in front of me; that sense of disbelief again swept over me. I wanted my sister. I kneeled on the floor...with my stomach on the bed; and stretching my tongue out as far as it would go... I licked my sister from her moist pussy lips to her tight little asshole. I was expecting her to be at least somewhat startled, but she only moaned with pleasure. I needed no more encouragement and kept licking and tasting my sister . My nose was pressed her gorgeous sweet round ass as I licked and sucked her... My hands massaged her ass cheeks as I slid my tongue into and out of her, occasionally drawing back and giving her ass a quick lick or two. Kelly's moans were getting louder and louder as my sister brought her closer and closer to cumming.. I heard my sister's girlfriend scream "I'm cumming!" as I plunged my tongue deeper inside my sister's hot wet pussy. I could feel Kelly's feet drumming on the mattress as she writhed in her orgasm, but Sandra never quit licking her as Kelly shook and continued cumming ... This caused me to only increase my efforts as I drove my tongue deeper into Sandra's slit and massaged her clit with my hand. Sandra was wiggling her ass in rhythm to the strokes from my tongue, when she turned her head and said: "I need some cock, fuck me little brother", She didn't have to ask me twice, as I rose from the floor and to the bed...on my knees behind her I slid my rock hard cock into my sister's hot wet cunt. I watched Kelly's eyes rolling up in her head as she came again while Sandra licked her and thrust three fingers in and out of her. This time though, when Kelly's orgasm subsided, Sandra backed off and arched her back to allow my cock to penetrate even deeper into her. "Fuck me . Fuck your sister!!" she screamed as I rammed my cock into her faster and faster, my balls slapping up against her ass. I grabbed my sister by the hair with one hand and slapped her ass as I drilled my sister.. holding her hips. I kept fucking her harder and deeper and faster... I pulled Sandra back toward me by her hair so that I could grab and squeeze her large, full breasts. As I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I could feel her tighten around my cock as she came hard, feeling her orgasm squirt(my sister was a squirter!)across my balls and down my legs. I slowed my pace as Sandra collapsed forward between Kelly's legs. "I wanted to taste her juices and swallow your cum" Kelly almost begged...looking at her girlfriend...my beautiful sexy fucking sister! With that, I pulled my cock from my sister's pussy and moved forward on the bed until my cock was right in front of her girlfriend's mouth, Sandra's juices still dripping from its length. Kelly opened wide and I slid my dick into her mouth until I could feel the head pressing against the back of her throat. "Mmmm" she moaned as she sucked and licked Sandra's nectar from the length of my shaft. Kelly gave my balls a quick squeeze as I slid my cock backward so that only the head remained in her mouth. I grabbed her by the ears and slowly began fucking her face with my cock as she sucked and slurped it in with each stroke. Sandra had apparently regained her bearings and had crawled around behind me and was laying on her back between my legs as I fucked her girlfriend's face with my cock. Sandra then began licking and trying to swallow my balls as I slid my dick back and forth, in and out of Kelly's mouth. I felt my balls tightening as Sandra sucked one into her mouth, and I grabbed Kelly's head tightly between my hands and forced my cock into her throat as I shot my first load of my cum straight down her throat. I could feel her throat contract around my dick as she swallowed every drop. I pulled back a little and let my second shot fill Kelly's mouth as I felt her tongue swirl around my dick, again swallowing each drop of cum. I pumped at least three more shots of cum into Kelly's mouth before my cock became so sensitive I had to pull it free. Sandra quickly sat up and kissed Kelly square on the mouth as they exchanged the last remnants of my sperm. We continued to suck, lick, and fuck each other for the rest of the weekend, but I'll have to save those stories... Sandra Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to person or persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred. ***** Sandra pauses a while, then looks into Roto's eyes and says: "Is there any chance for a traditional caning instead of that crotch kicking?" "I don't see how," Roto replies, "your friend Lori's period started today. She wants to be Tom Trumbo's girl. She is to be challenged tomorrow, the second day of her menstrual period. You should come and observe. Once you make your decision there is no turning back. Do you understand, Sandra?" "Yes, Master, a girl understands," Sandra whispers. "Study the rules," Roto advises. The rules for pussy kicking: (1) The girl is to stand, hands behind her head. and blindfolded. (2) She will be allowed to cry out but must count each kick. (3) There will be five kicks. (4) If she falls, another kick is added, for a maximum of ten. (5) If she falls twice in a row, she is through until the next session. Sandra shudders at the thought of having her privates abused. Even more frightening is the prospect of failing and having to restart and then having to endure the challenge again next month. And what about her duties to serve? With a severely bruised and sore pussy, what will she do to satisfy the normal, vanilla run of clients looking for a sweet girl to play with. Most men want to enjoy having sex with a beautiful woman. A large crowd is present for Lori's challenge. She is brought in naked and blindfolded. She is led to the stage and placed in the middle of a large, red plastic tarpaulin. Her legs are spread apart; her hands are positioned behind her neck with fingers interlocked. A burly master enters wearing steel-toe work boots. After the crowd settled down, Roto introduces the participants. "Today we have Tom Trumbo and Lori who wish to be Master and slave. We always expect to firm up the bond with some BDSM action. The tradition is bare-bottom caning with fifty strokes. But the masters wish to use a new challenge. This is pussy kicking. Five kicks with five penalty kicks. Now Master Boot will do the honors on Lori." There was a brief applause as Master Boot walks around Lori and gauges his distance. He then kicks with his right foot striking Lori's vulva. Since Lori is menstruating, there is a tiny squirt of blood. Lori lets out a blood curdling scream and her knees pull together, pulling her to the right. She jerks her fingers apart and holds her genitalia. "Remember to count, Lori," Roto says. Lori counts: "One Master." Master Boot pulls Lori upright and pushes her knees apart saying: "Open." He then kicks Lori a second time and she screams and collapses to the floor. Roto announces: "We are still on count one. Here is your second chance, Lori." Lori struggles to her feet and stands. Master Boot demands her to "Open" again. Master delivers a powerful kick. Lori is unable to scream, she collapses on the red tarpaulin shivering and writhing. She is holding her injured privates and crying. "Twenty-eight days from today Lori will be challenged again," Roto announces. The crowd disperses. Roto then approaches Sandra. "What will it be, girl, yes or no?" Sandra blanches with fear. "Yes, Master," Sandra responds. After witnessing Lori's failure she knows that this will be the challenge of her slavery. Sandra is chatting again with three other girls: Geia, Lori, and Aeon. "I knew that it would hurt, but I not idea that some pig wearing combat boots would kick me," Lori said. "I haven't been able to masturbate either or serve Master Tom. Maybe he will give up on me." "I hope not," Geia said. "I was caned fifty times and was not allowed to cry out. It wasn't bad until the last ten strokes when some ape of a man used a thick cane on me. I was able to realize that I only had a few more strokes to endure. If they had used him from the start I would be being caned still." "When is your period, Sandra?" Aeon asks. "Next week," Sandra responds. "I'm going to steal some topical anesthetic for you, Sandra," Aeon says. "That brute of a man, Master Boot, is cruel and sadistic. In the lounge it's rumored that he proposed the pussy kicking." "Don't get caught!" Geia warns. "I will be careful," Aeon promises. "For all our sakes," Lori interjects. - Aeon is no stranger to Master Boot. She knows him from the Internet Cybersex Prison. There he made girls suffer terribly. He used a microchip embedded deep in each girl's limbic brain to force her into sexual arousal, induce multiple orgasms, or deny a girl's ability to cum. The RFID also was used to track a girl's whereabouts. Aeon was "tall and tan and young and lovely" so she merited special attention. Master Boot (AKA Alexis Pratova) applied a toothbrush to Aeon, in a very special way. One day each girl would have her head and pubic hair shorn, her fingernails and toenails trimmed, and she would be scrubbed with a disinfectant soap. It was at these sessions that Master Boot got his perverse pleasure. Master Boot would have Aeon lie on a table and pull her legs to her shoulders and her knees apart, showing her vulva, perineum, and anus. It was Aeon's perineum that fascinated Master Boot. He would pull back a toothbrush and let if hit the same spot again and again. This made a deep bruise hard to detect to the casual observer. Th result was misery in walking, extreme pain during sexual intercourse, and stupefying constipation from the deep muscle bruising. After punishing her perineum, Master Boot would have Aeon sit up and raise her breasts by the nipples and areola. He then would strike the base of each fifty times, the same count as her perineum. The result was incredibly sore and sensitive breasts. But they gave no visible appearance of bruising. A client seeking to use the girl would be disappointed, and such disappointment to a paying client was not good. Master Boot was and is a true monster. To be continued. Sandra Ch. 03 Sandra stood outside the club wondering what she had got herself into. At just 19 her life had turned upside down over the last few weeks. Sandra had always been what her friends would call 'cock hungry' and she recalled with a slight smile her 19th birthday when she had been fucked by 19 cocks. Then Sally, who roomed just along the corridor in her student accommodation, seduced her and introduced her to lesbian sex. Sandra then met Beth who, following a brutal fucking with a strapon, reduced her to a captivated but willing slut. The use of a strapon gave Sandra what she believed was the best of both worlds, a cock that never went soft and a pussy to lick when it came off. Shaking herself back to reality she checked her reflection in the shop window. Sandra had dressed with care for the evening, as this was the night she would be introduced to Beth's circle of friends at the club that was known as the 'Double F'. The short silver mini skirt reflected and sparkled in the street lights and the backless matching top was cut deep under the arms giving a hint of the sight of her pert and firm breasts. Sandra twirled and was pleased with the way her platinum blonde bob rose and settled in place. Walking into the club Sandra covered her nervousness with a broad smile and was relieved to see Beth waiting for her just inside the door. Kissing her firmly Beth murmured in her ear, "Are you looking forward to tonight baby?" and slipped her hand under Sandra's mini-skirt. Finding a naked pussy Beth purred with delight and stroked Sandra pussy lips. Sandra looked around the club as Beth started to finger her gently and she saw there were two distinct types of women in there. One type was in almost male type clothing and many had short-cropped hair. They were the ones making the noise as they drank and laughed loudly. Around them were much smaller women, most of who were scantily dressed, and clearly deferred to the more butch women. Sandra felt her knees buckle at Beth's touch and leant against her to support herself. "Looks like my little slut is eager," Beth whispered in her ear as she slid a finger deep into her pussy. Groaning Sandra felt herself thrust almost reflexively onto Beth's finger and started to grind against her hand. "Easy baby" Beth laughed, "You will get your fill this evening don't you worry." "I want to cum now" Sandra breathlessly replied and leant back against the wall pulling up her skirt in the crowded club with no shame. "You little slut" Beth said with almost affection and putting a hand inside the opening of Sandra's top grasped her nipple between finger and thumb. Sandra groaned and opened her legs allowing Beth to push another finger into her soaked pussy. As the other women watched Beth started to finger fuck Sandra curling her fingers as she pushed in and out. "Cum on them baby," Beth cooed as Sandra thrust herself wantonly onto Beth fingers. Screaming Sandra felt the orgasm build in her and moaning, "Ohhhhhhhh Beth" she felt herself flood as the orgasm burst through her. Sandra stood on wobbly legs as Beth held up her fingers for her to lick clean. Sandra had come to love the taste of pussy juice and slurped at the fingers eagerly as Beth talked to women walking by. "Nice slut" a tall well-muscled woman said who had been watching the performance. "I want a piece of that" a short heavy set dark haired woman growled and with that grabbed Sandra and pulled her towards the central stage. Within seconds Sandra found herself naked on the stage with a spotlight on her and Beth standing by her side. "As we know ladies" Beth drawled into the microphone, "When a new slut joins the 'Double F' club, on her first night she is available for all. Well tonight is Sandra's first night so let's give her a night she will never forget." A cheer echoed through the club and Sandra found herself surrounded by women. Beth had faded into the background and carried by many hands Sandra was carried to a raised padded dais in the middle of the stage. One woman straddled Sandra's face and ground her pussy downward, "lick me bitch," she groaned and Sandra willingly obliged, pushing her tongue as deep as she could. Sandra licked as the woman rode her face and then she felt fingers sliding into her pussy fingering her wetness. Sandra felt her legs being lifted and then the now familiar joy of a large dildo being pushed into her pussy. She felt her legs being lifted high and the dildo sank home to its full length and the sheer shock of the size caused Sandra to groan into the pussy covering her mouth. The woman on her face writhed and groaned as her orgasm burst and Sandra slurped as much of her juices as she could into her mouth with the rest spread across her face. Sandra could feel her legs being pressed against the back of the woman straddling her face. She felt she was being split in two as the other woman behind the dildo in her pussy was driving home as hard as she could. The woman straddling her face lifted herself off and Sandra felt a woman lie on her back beside her. Turning her head to the left Sandra looked at her and at the same time the woman fucking her pussy stopped and withdrew. "Straddle me bitch," the woman snarled and Sandra rolled over and lifted her leg over the woman. She was wearing a large strapon that must have been 10 inches long and so thick she could hardly fit her hand round it. Sandra started to ease herself onto as the crowd of woman around her were cheering and laughing. "Take it bitch," a woman in the crowd laughed as she pushed hard on Sandra's shoulders causing the dildo beneath her to drive home deep into her body. Sandra screamed as the dildo hit against her cervix but the woman underneath just laughed and started to arch her hips upwards. Despite the pain Sandra felt herself force herself down to meet the upward thrusts. Sandra felt a hand on her back and another voice say, "Hold the slut still" and willing hands held her body. Sandra felt the second dildo press against her anal opening which was tight from the huge dildo in her pussy. "Looks like the slut is a bit tight," the woman laughed and put her weight behind a vicious thrust. Sandra had enjoyed anal before but normally she was prepared and ready and never before had her pussy been so full when someone tried entry. Her scream was high pitched as the dildo entered her ass and she felt like she was being ripped apart. "Please it's too big," Sandra sobbed as the woman pushed it deeper and deeper into her ass. "Shut your mouth slut" the woman snarled and kept working it in until it was fully embedded in her ass. Leaning over Sandra's shoulder the woman behind kissed the woman under her and the breaking the kiss said, "Now lets fuck this bitch." With that the two women started to alternate their thrusts into Sandra's helpless body. Sandra felt like a rag doll as the two powerful women began to fuck her and her brain was fuddled from the overload of sensory stimulation she was receiving. When they had finished they both pulled out of her leaving her lying on her back in a stupor. Looking through the crowd Sandra could see Beth standing at the bar chatting to a pretty young girl and not really watching the show on stage. Before disappointment could register, she felt her legs being lifted up to her chest and some cold soothing gel being poured on her pussy and ass. To the relief of Sandra this temporally stopped the stinging but if she had realised what was coming next she would have not been so happy. "And now" a woman on the microphone spoke to the crowd, "The reason why this is called the double F club...the double fist club," and the audience roared with approval. With that Sandra felt 3 fingers being forced into her open pussy, at the same time 2 fingers were pushed into her well-fucked ass. Sandra reacted reflexively and moaned as the two women started to finger fuck her. The 3 fingers in her pussy were joined by a 4th and then Sandra felt like she really would pass out as the woman pushed the whole of her hand into her pussy. Sandra had never felt anything like it before and white lights were flashing in her brain. Breathing deeply she got used to the woman's hand inside her and then it dawned on her what was happening with her ass. The 2 fingers had been joined by a third and now she was pushing a 4th in. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" please Sandra sobbed but her cries were ignored. "Oh my fucking goddddddddddd" Sandra shouted at the top of her voice as the woman pushed her hand into her ass joining the other in her pussy. The two women started to fist in and out of Sandra's pussy and ass and Sandra eventually passed out from the pain. When she came to she was lying on the dais alone her pussy and ass both burning with pain. Looking up she saw Beth standing there with a bottle of beer in her hand looking a little drunk. "Welcome to the club my little slut" she slurred and leant forward and grabbed Sandra by the throat. "Just remember you are my property and I can do what I like with you" and with that staggered away. Sandra stifled a sob as she wondered what she had got herself into this time. Sandra Ch. 03 "Oh, Christ! Yes, god, yes, Roger! Fuck me so hard! Fuck! Me! Fuck! Me!" Sandra was bouncing up and down on Roger's cock, embedded deeply inside of her. Roger was tweaking her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers and thumbs. Sandra was furiously rubbing her clit, trying to come so very hard. "Goddamn, Roger! Your cock is so thick! Make me fucking come!" Her words were making him even stiff. Roger grunted, arched his back off the mattress and pulled her down upon his member, driving even further into her pussy. When Sandra had come to the outside door, he had thought he was hearing things, as a result of banging his head against the wall. The buzzer of the apartment intercom had pulled him out of his self-hatred. He thought it was Julia. He prayed it was Julia. Her voice was sweet but it wasn't Julia's. He hadn't been at all happy to hear it but he buzzed her in anyway. When Sandra came in through the already-opened down, Roger had felt his heart beat faster. He wanted to kill her or something for doing what she had done to him. To Julia. His pulse was so rapid, he felt as if he was going to have a heart attack. Sandra had come to him, put her hand around the back of his neck and felt the sickly sticky blood there. She pulled her hand away and looked at it. "What have you done to yourself?" she'd asked him. She had gone to his kitchenette and into the freezer, found some ice cubes and a towel and brought them back out into the living room. "Sit down," she'd ordered him and he'd followed her instruction. She'd put the towel to the back of his head and held it there. It felt good for a moment and then it started to hurt. Sandra had looked at the impact point and said, "I don't think it'll require stitches but you have to stop hurting yourself." After a couple more minutes of icing the wound, he'd grabbed the towel from her, kept the pressure on it. He'd turned to face her and Sandra had put her forehead to his. "Everything's going to be all right," she'd told him, soothingly. And that's how it started. With a kiss, then a fondle, then they'd stripped each other's clothes off and she'd given him a blow job and he'd licked her pussy. The ice cubes and towel and cut on the back of his head were forgotten. They moved to the bedroom and they started to fuck. Roger had dominated her in bed, told her what he wanted and made her do it. He finally felt in control for the first time in so very long. When she'd blown him, she had taken him down her throat and, as she said, she was so much better than Julia. She never gagged and she never choked and he had felt like she was going to make him come. Roger didn't want to end it like that so he'd gotten on his knees and forced her legs apart and licked her cunt and sucked on her clitoris until she was bucking against his face. Now they were in bed and on the verge of a mutual orgasm. Roger grunted and pulled her down as far as possible on his cock. He exploded into her and Sandra let loose around his cock, drenching it and his balls as her juices slid out of her. They collapsed and then held each other, kissed each other deeply. Roger finally felt whole again, even though he knew he had betrayed Julia with her own mother. Sandra asked him to describe how he felt and he couldn't do it. And then he was saved by the buzzer. Sandra had a good idea who it was. She knew Roger had to know, too. "If you answer that," she told Roger, "you will regret it for the rest of your life. Julia has been moping for a week. She thinks you hate her. But if you open that door and she sees us, she'll hate you forever. I think it's better if you let her go on believing you don't want anything to do with her." Roger sat up, pushed off the bed and headed for the living room, for the intercom. Sandra was right behind him and, as they reached the intercom, she pressed her body against his back, hugged him. "Don't do it, Roger," she pleaded, her hand going to his cock. "I love you, Roger. I need your help. Please don't do it." Sandra's hand was stroking his penis, trying to entice him with sex, to reject her daughter and take her back to bed. Her hand moved faster and she could feel Roger's indecision. He was getting harder again. She was winning him over sexually. Roger turned and took Sandra by the shoulders, put her up against the wall and pushed his fingers into her cunt, found her clit with his thumb and rubbed it at the same time he fingered her. She was moaning his name when she squirted onto the floor. Roger had never experienced a woman who could squirt. He ignored the buzzes as he lifted Sandra into his arms and took her back to the bedroom. *********** Julia leaned on the buzzer for another minute before she gave up. She knew Roger was here, his car was parked just down the block. She needed to see him, needed to explain how sorry she was that she'd forced him into that situation a week ago. She needed to explain why. But he wouldn't answer. If Roger had known anyone else in the building, she would have buzzed them, asked them to let her in. She would have made up any excuse to get inside. But he didn't and so she didn't know anyone else, either. Julia supposed that she could wait until someone from the building came home or came out and she could slip into the building but how long before that would happen? She moved away from the building, leaned back to look up at his apartment. There were no lights on in his apartment. Maybe he went for a walk, Julia reasoned. If that were the case, she could be waiting a long time. Roger liked to take long walks sometimes. It was only seven o'clock so it was still light out. Julia started to walk back to her car when she noticed another car. A red Ford Mustang. It was her mother's car! When she looked at the license plates, she was one hundred percent certain of that. What the fuck was her mother doing here, at her boyfriend's apartment? Julia made her mind up immediately. She had to get inside that building. *********** "So you see why I'm afraid to go home sometimes, don't you?" Sandra was tracing her fingers along Roger's chest as she laid her head against it. She was very close now, she could feel Roger starting to bite. Even though the sex was amazing, Roger had made her come three times already, she knew that it was only a means to an end. The hook into where she needed him to be. She'd told Roger that Peter was abusive, that in the past he had been loving but then, when she had threatened to go to work, he'd turned violent. And when she'd threatened to leave him because of his abuse, he'd threatened to take Julia away from her. Sandra chronicled a non-existent relationship of mental torture and physical abuse and she could sense Roger buying into it. "It's part of the reason that Julia never wanted you to meet Peter and me," she told him softly. "She's had to deal with so much, too." "What do you want me to do?" Roger asked her, not sure that he was hearing himself correctly. Sandra smiled devilishly. Her voice was innocent. "All I know is I can't take Peter much longer. Something has to be done." ********** Julia took the stairs two at a time until she reached Roger's floor. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what her mother was doing here. Not with her history. Julia didn't know if she could face either one if they were doing what she thought they were doing. She arrived at the door. She didn't know if she should knock or use her key or just try the knob. What if they were behind the door, fucking each other, like Julia thought? What would she do? Would she blame Roger? Would she want to kill her mother? Julia touched the knob, it rattled, it turned. She opened the door. *********** Roger and Sandra heard the door, knew immediately who it was. Sandra didn't move a muscle. Roger leaped out of bed, hastily put his underwear on, jumped into a pair of jeans and went into the living room. *********** The apartment was pitch black, the shades drawn, not allowing any light into the space. Julia knew where to find the light switch and reached for it. A hand intercepted hers before she could flick it on. ************* "Please don't," Roger's voice pleaded in her ear. Julia's hand retreated into his. He felt her softness and how he had missed it. Then he felt the pain, the anguish of what he had done with Sandra. He felt cheap, used, a pawn. It all came to him in an instant and he nearly toppled over thanks to the weight of it all. Julia caught him. "Hey," she said, holding him against her. "What's wrong?" Suddenly the vengeance, the worry was gone from her and she was cradling her boyfriend in her arms. ********** Sandra watched from the bedroom. Roger was too weak for what she had planned. He couldn't do it if left to his own devices. But, as long as he didn't admit anything to Julia, Sandra held all of the cards and could threaten to play them anytime she chose. She grabbed her clothes, got dressed and went out the window to the fire escape and then to her car. ********** They wound up sleeping on the couch together but they never removed their clothing. When morning came, Julia slipped away from Roger and into his bedroom. The sheets were dried by then but she could smell her mother's perfume on his pillowcases, her scent on the sheets. There was no question that they had fucked each other. The only question was whether or not she had forced Roger into it. ********** "What we talked about last night, I can't do it." Roger's voice was frenzied on the voice mail. Sandra had known he'd never agree to doing the job. Parked across the street from the garage, Sandra dialed him back. She watched as he answered the company phone and went through the whole Greg's Garage spiel. She let him before she spoke. "Julia knows something's up. She probably knows that we fucked, Roger. She's not a stupid girl. So the question really is, is it can't or won't?" Sandra watched Roger look around the garage, as if everyone could hear what she was saying. "You have the wrong number," he said and hung up on her. Sandra just laughed as she tossed the cell phone onto the passenger seat. If he wanted to play that way, she'd show him how the game was really played. To Be Continued... Sandra Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to person or persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred. ***** It's been two days since Lori endured a pussy kicking by Master Boot and she is still bleeding. The kicking did happen on day two of her menstruation, but she is still flooding. Concerned, Sandra, Geia, and Aeon go to see Roto, the club owner. He contacts the club physician, Dr. Ching Huu. She arrives with a black bag and a suitcase on wheels. "What do we have here?" Dr. Huu inquires. "One of my girls is bleeding," Roto answers, looking sheepish and worried at the same time. He speaks to Geia, the first girl: "Geia, go fetch Lori for us now!" Geia scampers off. When Lori arrives, Dr. Huu takes her vital signs and then checks her vulva and vagina. "My goodness gracious!" Dr. Huu exclaims. "What has happened to this girl?" The girls look to Roto. He speaks: "She was kicked three times in her cunt." "I can believe that," Dr. Huu retorts. "Is this something new?" Roto nods silently. "Well, this will land you in a world of shit, Roto," Dr. Huu warns. "I will go back to the traditional caning," Roto responds. "Some medicine and special treatment is required," Dr. Huu advises. "It turns out that I happen to have this on hand and can dispense it myself. This will save you a trip to the pharmacy and the paperwork to the authorities. She also needs an infusion of synthetic blood. There are extra charges for that. Luckily I happen to have transfusion and infusion licensing." "The Club will pay," Roto utters. He is unhappy knowing that this could cost him dearly. "Good," Dr. Huu states. "I will begin immediately." Synthetic blood of the future is constructed with special geometry. In storage, the red blood "cells" are torus, or donut, shaped. They distend into a spherical configuration when exhaling carbon dioxide and inhaling oxygen. They are formed from rotation of the ovals of Cassini or the lemniscate, depending on their activity. This geometry allows maximal oxygenation and promotes rapid healing. Dr. Huu finishes up with Lori and gives Roto the bill. He gasps but goes over to the safe and comes back with a banded wad of large currency notes. Huu grabs the cash and makes a quick exit. The next event on the horizon is the casting of Sandra as Faustus's personal slave girl. The pussy kick has been replaced with a fifty stroke caning on a girl's bare bottom. - It is now the second day of Sandra's menstrual cycle. She is led into the auditorium on leash with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her inner thighs are smeared with menstrual fluid, a bloody sight. She has been permitted no Kotex or Tempax and is mortified and humiliated with embarrassment. A wooden saw horse is brought out and Sandra is tied to it with ropes. The first girl, Geia, will begin the caning. She is wired with electrical conducting patches to shock her if she fails to strike hard enough as well as having to repeat the stroke. Sandra is not allowed to cry out or scream. She is required to count, thank her tormentor, and beg for the next stroke. Geia knows perfectly the ideal stroke to avoid electric shock but also to be the lightest stroke possible. She is, after all, first girl of the club. After the twenty-fifth stroke, half way done, Roto pulls Geia aside and turns the cane over to Master Boot to finish the bare-bottom caning. The audience is filled with murmurs. After all settle down, Master Boot begins his delight. The twenty-sixth stroke is like nothing Sandra has ever experienced before. She manages to endure it and count it out. She struggles to thank the monster and beg another but manages somehow to do it. On the next stroke Master Boot breaks the cane on Sandra's bare bottom. Everything must pause while Master Boot finds a new cane. He chooses a heavy leather belt. Sandra cannot keep from screaming when the full force of the belt strikes her. Roto ends the challenge. "Next month Sandra will have twenty-six strokes without the need for silence or counting. With stroke twenty-seven, her challenge will begin again." - Four girls, Sandra, Geia, Lori, and Aeon are chatting. Sandra: Master Roto and some of the other masters are concerned about Master Boot. Well, in the club there is no expectation of privacy. A girl can expect to undress in public and dance, fuck, suck or whatever in public or on stage. A girl may be humiliated or embarrassed, but that is the attention garnered for a BDSM girl. Geia: True, but most masters don't do scat or snuff. A girl can expect spanking or light caning, whipping, flogging, or paddling-in the usual places. But scarring, cutting, or maiming is definitely "out." Lori: Some masters are into toys: dildoes, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, the the like. Sandra: Butt plugs for sure! Aeon: Don't forget binding or suspension... And all those cages. All were in agreement about the "way to play," but couldn't find common ground on just what to do. They all agree that going to Roto seems to be a bad idea. He is struggling just to keep the club afloat. The medical expenses caused by Master Boot bit into the operating capital. "Do you that that that churlish old curmudgeon is worth the suffering, Sandra?" First girl Geia asks. "I... I think so," Sandra answers. "You know that if you fail to overcome the challenge that it will be worse and worse with the passage of time. It takes two months between severe canings to recover," Aeon relates. "You know about canings?" Geia asks. "Yes," Aeon replies, "I am from Eastern Europe. Girls who want to avoid being a whore often suffer caning or paddling for money." "That is so sad," Sandra remarks. They suspect that Aeon earned her money by allowing herself to be caned or worse. Sandra Ch. 04 Sandra yawned and rolled over in bed and felt that familiar tingling in her pussy that she always felt first thing in the morning. Her straight platinum blonde hair was slightly tousled from sleep but it still framed her pretty angelic face. Thinking about it she giggled and realised that she nearly always felt a tingling whenever she was awake, and her pussy and ass had a delicious aching feeling following her savage fucking at the hands of Beth and her friends a few nights ago (see Sandra 3). Pushing the covers down slightly Sandra began to roll her nipples causing them to stand proud. Her 36c breasts had no sag and she alternated between tweaking her nipples and caressing her breasts. Kicking the covers back Sandra revealed her naked 20-year-old body that was in perfect shape. Slowly tracing one hand down her tummy Sandra gently touched her shaven mound before delicately tracing her pussy lips. A noise at the window caused her to open one eye and she could see the window cleaner was getting a good eyeful of her wanton display. Sandra had no shame and made no attempt to cover her naked body. Instead she opened her legs wider and pushed a finger deep into herself. Opening both eyes now she could see the window cleaner was watching open mouthed and she could make out the bulge in his cut off jeans. Licking her lips Sandra started to finger fuck herself first with one finger and then with two. Sandra closed her eyes and enjoyed the feelings as she rubbed her clit with the palm of her hand. "God you are a slut," a voice from the doorway exclaimed and opening her eyes Sandra saw her friend Sally from a room a few doors down the corridor in the college dormitory. "Giving the window cleaner a show," Sandra moaned without stopping her fingering and Sally looked at up to see the window cleaner had removed his cock and was wanking as he watched Sandra pleasure herself. "Well let's give him something to really watch," Sally laughed, "but he will have to clean the windows if he cums." With that Sally stripped off her clothes and stood admiring Sandra's full body for a minute. Then leaning forward Sally gently slapped Sandra's fingers away before replacing them with her own. Although a lesbian herself Sally knew that Sandra was bisexual and anyway she didn't want to spoil the window cleaners day, as long as he stayed the other side of the glass. Making sure the window cleaner would still be able to get a good view Sally started to finger fuck Sandra and then leant forward and licked her clit at the same time. Sandra moaned and thrashed on the bed under Sally's skilled fingers and tongue and murmured "sixty-nine." Sally needed no second invitation and swung her legs over Sandra's head before settling down to a long tonguing session. Sandra was relatively new to making love to a woman but eagerly licked and lapped Sally's pussy as she ground it down onto her mouth like she had been doing it for years. Pausing for a second with her licking, but still fingering, Sally looked at the window cleaner knowing that he would be getting a clear view. She smiled lewdly and stared into his eyes as she pushed a third finger into Sandra's soaking pussy causing Sandra to groan and thrash on the bed. As she did she heard a deeper groan through the open small-top window and saw white sticky globules hit the window. Mouthing to the window cleaner, "Clean it up," she bent her head and began to torture Sandra's clit with her tongue. Soon Sandra was screaming in orgasm and this vocal stimulus caused Sally to grind her pussy down and flood Sandra's mouth with her cum as her orgasm hit. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Sandra purred, "What a nice way to wake up." "By showing the window cleaner what a slut you are," Sally laughed. Sandra wiggled free from under Sally and stood at the window still naked, "Well why shouldn't I?" she laughed and waved at a couple of passing cars who honked at her brazen display. "Mistress Beth wouldn't like it." Sally said and looked shocked when Sandra just shrugged and turned back to the room. Sally had had the hots for Sandra since she first met her and couldn't help touching herself despite her recent orgasm as she watched Sandra dress her full and nubile body. Sandra pulled on a black skin-tight top that showed clearly that she had no bra on and then pulled on the tiniest of denim mini-skirts. "No panties?" Sally panted as she slowly fingered herself lying on Sandra's bed. "Nope" Sandra laughed "I need to get my grades up and I just recon that my lecturer is a dyke. Anyway who is the slut now?" With that Sandra nodded her head towards the window before flouncing out of the room. Sally followed her gaze and was mortified to see that the window cleaner had retuned but this time with a friend. Poking out her tongue at their disappointed faces Sally grabbed her clothes and followed Sandra out of the door. * * * * * * * * * * "Well you see the thing is Julie," Sandra purred, "I have been so busy I just haven't had a chance to get things sorted." With that Sandra uncrossed her legs knowing that she would be getting a full view of her shaven pussy. To make sure it looked it's best Sandra had even fingered herself outside the door so that it was pink and puffy. Sandra was sure in her own mind that despite Miss Julie Cooke's hard and ice-cold reputation when it came to grades in English she would be able to work her charms. Sandra started to feel a little unsure of herself, as there was no reaction on Julie's face. No shock and horror nor any signs of wanton lust. Sandra was used to getting the latter from just about most people and if she had got a shock reaction she was ready to laugh it off and deny that she had been naked under her skirt. Sandra shifted in her seat and felt distinctly unconformable as a small icy smile played across Julie's lips and the silence hung heavy in the room. "So," Julie said in a low voice that cut the silence in the room like a knife. "The sight of some young slut's pussy is supposed to be enough for me to give you a good grade is it?" Sandra coloured red and before she could reply Julie's voice cut like a whip, "And it's Miss Cooke or Ma'am to you ......slut." Sandra felt her pussy flood and she squirmed on the seat. Beth had captured her by sexually dominating her into submission. This woman was making her almost cum just by talking. "GET OUT," Julie barked. Stammering "Sorry Ma'am," Sandra stumbled towards the door she felt the tears stinging her face. As she reached the door she felt her blood run cold when she heard Julie say; "I understand you are Beth's new slut, wonder what she will say about your actions when you appear at the club this evening. NOW GO." Sandra leant against the wall outside, her breath coming in short sharp pants. She couldn't make her mind up if it was the way in which Julie's personality had totally captivated her or the shock that Julie was clearly part of the same lesbian scene that Beth belonged to. Glancing quickly to her left and right Sandra couldn't resist slipping her hand under her skirt and touching herself. 2 fingers slipped in easily and her clit felt like it was electric. Not caring who came round the corner Sandra savagely finger-fucked herself and with in a few minutes bought herself to an orgasm. Walking away on slightly wobbly legs Sandra decided this evening had promise. * * * * * * * * * * The music thumped out a heavy sexual beat through the club that was dark and slightly smoky. Sandra walked in gripping Sally's arm and although normally sure of herself Sandra could feel her tummy flipping as she walked across the room. She felt that the eyes were undressing her, which wouldn't have been difficult as she was wearing a white sheer mini-dress that was virtually see-through with nothing underneath it. As she stood at the bar she felt a hand tug her head back and as she half turned Beth clamped her mouth over hers and poked her tongue deep into her mouth. Beth's thrust her other hand under Sandra's dress from behind and she pushed her finger deep into Sandra's wet pussy. Laughing Beth half shouted, "Can see my slut is pleased to see me," and pulled out her finger that was wet with Sandra's juices. Waving it to the women nearby, with clear relish, she slowly sucked it dry. Sandra didn't dare tell her that the reason she was so wet was that Sally had been fingering her in the taxi on the way there and while she did Sandra was fantasising about Julie. Leaning forward Beth whispered loudly in Sandra's ear, "You are gonna get so fucked tonight baby." A few days ago those mere words would have caused Sandra to cum on the spot but now all she could do was scan the room slyly to see if she could catch a glimpse of Julie. Beth was dressed in what some would call the stereotypical dyke uniform. Her hair was cropped short; she had a vest on with denim jeans topping heavy working boots. For the first time in dawned on Sandra that Beth had more than a few tattoos on her well-developed arms. Beth pulled her over to the table and proudly showed her off to her friends. "See she has great tits," Beth boasted and pulled one out of Sandra's dress to demonstrate her point. The other woman laughed coarsely and a couple leant forward and gave her nipple a cruel tweak. The women were getting drunker as they slurped beer and Sandra began to feel like no more than a piece of meat, but with no love evident. She was startled when one of the women leant over her and stuck her hand crudely under her skirt trying to grope her. As Sandra started to protest Beth turned and struck Sandra across the face snarling, "Let her have her fun slut." Sandra meekly nodded and opened her legs allowing the woman to finger her. Sandra realised there was no point in protesting when the woman stood up and dropped her jeans before sitting back down. Pulling Sandra roughly by the hair she forced her face into her lap and began grinding against Sandra's face. "Lick it bitch," she snarled and Sandra had no choice but to begin to lap at her pussy. Still muffled in the woman's pussy Sandra heard a cool voice that she recognised instantly as Julie's. "Hello Beth, see you have met one of my students." Beth looked up from the table the laughter dying in her throat as she stammered, "Hi Julie." Sandra sat up and watched fascinated as the two women looked at each other. Julie looked cool as a cucumber in a white trouser suit and the jacket done up with one button. The amount of naked flesh on display asked the question as to whether she was naked underneath. Julie's brown hair tumbled around her shoulders framing her face that was still pretty despite the firm set of her features. Beth's cropped hair was damp with sweat and she looked dishevelled in her crumpled jeans and white vest top. "She offered herself to me so guess that makes her mine" Julie said still keeping her hands in the pockets of her trousers. "Fuck you," Beth snarled and went to stand and confront Julie, as she was nearly twice her weight. Sandra could only watch in amazement, as things seemed to happen in slow motion yet at the same time so fast it was almost invisible. As Beth lurched to her feet Julie pushed hard on the table trapping Beth against the padded seat. In one fluid motion she reached forward and grabbing Beth's hair bought her face down onto the heavy table causing her nose to break. As Julie bought Beth's face back up still gripping her hair she slammed the heel of her hand forward breaking Beth's nose. Then letting go Beth slumped over the table unconscious. Still smiling coolly Julie looked at the others on the table and said, "Anyone else want to argue about ownership?" The other women looked at Beth who was still comatose and shook their heads. "Go to my car girl" Julie purred at Sandra holding out a set of car keys. Sandra nodded meekly and taking the keys from Julie walked into the car park. As she stood looking around she felt a presence behind and realised that Julie had moved silently to stand behind her. "The blue sports" Julie whispered and Sandra walked over and got in. As the car rumbled into life Sandra wondered for a moment what the rest of the night would bring. "Remove your dress" Julie purred and without thinking Sandra pulled the dress over her head and sat naked in the passenger seat. Julie traced her nail down and around Sandra's breast before tracing downwards to her pussy. Sandra felt herself arch of the seat trying to push towards Julie's fingers. Moving her hand away Julie laughed as she said, "My my you are an eager slut, now dress in this" and handed her a very large T-shirt with the words ‘Property of Lady J' across the front. "Time for you to meet my other slut." Julie laughed and with that gunned the heavy car into the night Sandra Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to person or persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred. ***** It's the second day of Lori's period and she is being led into the auditorium naked and on a leash. Her hands are cuffed behind her back as well, to expose her privates. Menstrual fluid is dripping from her vulva and is smeared between her legs, along her creamy smooth-inner thighs. She is less embarrassed than she is concerned with her challenge. Roto speaks. "We have decided not to pursue pussy kicking as a challenge," Roto announces, "we are returning to the traditional fifty bare-bottom cane strokes. Some have complained that the strokes are not severe enough. Well, we have a solution for that. We now have a metric, a measuring device." Roto holds up a black butt plug. "This transducer will analyze the crispness and sound of the stroke, the lurch and jerk of the girl, and the impact of the stroke," Roto explains. "We will still rely on having the first girl, when she administers the caning, wired to ensure that the stroke is sufficiently strong. The butt plug will automate this process, chiming when the stroke is satisfactory and buzzing, accompanied with an electric shock, when the stroke is 'lacking' for some reason or another. If a master administers the caning, the device is optional. Of course, no master is ever shocked!" All chuckle at that comment. "As for the present case, Lori and Tom Trumbo, we will assume twenty-five strokes already accomplished. Geia will start. For the first twenty-five strokes the girl need not count and may cry out." Roto explains. "Starting at stroke twenty-six, the girl must not scream or cry out. She must count the strokes out loud, thank the administrator, and beg for more, using the 'P' word ('Please')." Men bring out the saw horse and bend Lori over it, her buttocks high and exposed. Her legs are spread apart revealing her vulva, perineum, and anus. She is embarrassed at being so displayed. Geia is being wired up with electrodes attached to her nipples with nipple clamps and an electrode clamped onto her tiny clit. She is given a cane to use on Lori. Without counting, the twenty-five strokes are done quickly. Roto pauses Geia at stroke twenty-six and asks if any master wishes the pleasure of caning the bound girl. Master Boot volunteers to no one's surprise. Lori grits her teeth. She knows that Master Boot is a terrible sadist and that this will be every bit a battle of wills as an endurance of pain. She decides not to scream or cry out and to beg as sweetly and politely as possible. She will even encourage him to strike harder with comely supplications. Master Boot wastes no time in striking Lori's bare bottom. Her response surprises him. Lori jolts with the stroke. She drools, her nose & eyes run, and she uncontrollably urinates, splashing the urine over Master Boot's pants legs and shoes. She speaks: "Twenty-Six. Thank you so much Master. Please strike this girl again only harder. She begs you to mark her well." Master Boot is outraged and doubles his efforts. He strikes with all his masculine strength, but still Lori doesn't scream in pain. She speaks: "Twenty-Seven. Thank you for caning this stubborn girl Master. Please strike her harder, she begs you. She wishes to be challenged." Master Boot obliges. "Twenty-Eight. Thank you for your time, Master, and effort. Please, pretty please, cane this girl again." Lori implores him. Master Boot strikes her upper legs. Lori opens her mouth and gives a silent scream. She then says: "Twenty-Nine. Thank you Master. Please, please cane this girl harder." Her whole body trembles and shakes. The audience sees the involuntary twitches, jerks, and writhes. On the thirtieth stroke the cane splinters. Master Boot reaches for a belt on a nearby wall. Roto stops him. "House girl, house cane, Boot," he instructs and hands Master Boot a thin birch wood cane. "Does the stroke count, Master Roto?" Lori asks. Master Boot interjects: "No!" Roto retorts: "It counts." Lori responds: "Thirty. Thank you Master. More please." Master Boot is furious. He wallops Lori with a misguided blow." Tears stream from Lori's eyes as she speaks: "Thirty-One. Thank you for your attention, Master. Please be so kind as to cane this girl harder." Master Boot wipes the cane and strikes again, this time there is a sharp hiss as the cane makes its path to the girls derrière. "Thirty-Two. Thank you Master. More please, pretty please." "I sure the fuck will cane you more!" Master Boot declares. There is a shuffle in the audience. Lori is winning the battle of wills. Master Boot strikes again, grunting and puffing. Lori fakes a girlish giggle and says: "Thirty-Three. Thank you Master. More please, pretty please." Master struggles to keep his composure. He believes with enough strokes that he could make a stone or rock scream in pain. This girl is taunting him in a battle of wills. He strikes again out of anger. "Does this hurt girl?" Lori retches but her stomach is empty. She urinates again as she drools and cries. "Thirty-Four. Thank you so much Master. Please cane me again." Master Boot cracks the birch cane. He offers it to Roto to exchange. Roto refuses saying: "Use it until it splinters and... that last stroke counts." Lori is encouraged as she laughs and cheerfully announces "Thirty-Five. Thank you, Master. May I have another please?" Frustrated, Master Boot strikes shattering the cane. Roto exchanges the fractured cane for a new Rattan cane. With the new cane he strikes Lori on her upper legs. Really this is out of bounds, but no one wants to quarrel with the irate, irrational sadist. Lori convulses in pain and passes out momentarily. Geia comes forward and pours a bucket of water over her head saying: "The count is thirty-six." Lori recovers enough to say: "Thirty-Six. Thank you Master. Another stroke please." Now Master Boot takes a new tack. He rushes Lori. "Speed up girl!" He strikes quickly. Lori stammers and responds: "Thirty-Seven. Thank you Master. May I have another?" Before she can finish the drill, Master Boot strikes again. Lori responds: "Thirty-Eight." Only to be interrupted by another cane stroke. Lori says: "Thirty-..." and the next stroke falls. Lori says: "Forty," expecting to be interrupted, however not this time. She finishes saying: "Thank you, Master. More please." Master Boot examines Lori's buttocks. There several small areas bleeding and numerous whelps. There also several red stripes on her upper legs and back. He rubs her ass and asks "Does it hurt,Lori?" "No Master," Lori snaps back just as Master Boot strikes her again. Lori jerks in pain. "Forty-One. Thank you Master. May I have another please?" Master Boot is concerned that she won't scream or cry out or beg "enough." Maybe it's time for more drastic measures. He orders a bottle of one hundred proof vodka and pours some on Lori's ass. Roto frowns. "That counts as a stroke, Boot," Roto announces. Lori suffers in silence as the Masters argue. Then Boot leaves for a moment and returns with a box of salt, pouring it over Lori's buttocks and cruelly rubs in into the open abrasions. Lori opens her mouth for a silent scream and declares: "Forty-Four. Thank you Master. More please." Lori's ass is coated with an alcohol and salt slurry. Master Boot strikes hard, driving the slurry into the skin. Lori shakes uncontrollably. With a weak voice she says: "Forty-Five. Thank you Master. May I have another please?" Master Boot seems to have found the right path of pain for Lori. He canes her again. Lori struggles but manages to utter: "Forty-Six. Thank you. Please cane me more." Master Boot strikes with all his might but the cane shatters. He curses and blasphemes. Lori is encouraged and emboldened. "Forty-Seven. Thank you and cane me again, please." Master Boot hopes that the salt and alcohol will have a cumulative effect. He is panicking as his stroke misses completely. "Forty-Eight. Thank you Master. Another please." Lori melodically sounds. Master Boot's hand is shaking as he canes Lori for the next to last time. Lori giggles girlishly and says: "Forty-Nine. Thank you Master. May I have another cane stroke please, pretty please?" Master Boot tries to rally, but his stroke is weak. Lori is able to recover. "Fifty. Thank you for your time and effort." Sandra Ch. 05 It may well be worth your while reading the previous chapters as background but here is a brief synopsis of the story so far. Sandra is at college and after a gang-bang with 19 guys to celebrate her birthday got involved with a butch dyke called Beth. After a few scenes with Beth where she was treated like a piece of meat she met Julie, her college lecturer from England, who then rescued Sandra. * * * * * From Ch 04 - Moving her hand away Julie laughed as she said, "My my you are an eager slut, now dress in this," and handed her a very large T-shirt with the words 'Property of Lady J' across the front. "Time for you to meet my other slut." Julie laughed and with that gunned the heavy car into the night * * * * * * That night Julie left Sandra to sleep in the spare room as she felt that after the emotional turmoil that Sandra had suffered she would be in no fit state for any 'action'. Padding into the kitchen in her jogging bottoms over her leotard Julie was surprised to see that Sandra was already awake and sitting at the kitchen table. Julie paused for a moment and admired Sandra's young body that filled the t-shirt she was wearing in all the right places. Sandra looked up and Julie could see that she had been crying, as her eyes were red and her face tearstained. "What's up little one?" Julie purred, "Don't you want to be here?" "Oh no Miss," Sandra sobbed, "It's not that, it's just after what you did to Beth last night I know that she will get me when I return to college," and with that burst into tears again. Julie paused for a moment and then a smile spread across her face and picking up her telephone punched in a number. Sandra sat at the table and listened to a one sided conversation. "Hi Christine it's Julie," ...... pause " Well tell Michelle to remove her fingers I need to talk," ........ pause "Yes it may well feel good but this is serious," the last comment was delivered in an icy tone that sent shivers of fear through Sandra but at the same time she could feel herself getting wet. "Good I have your attention, I have a couple of little jobs for you two. Firstly get your pretty little butts over to the college dorms and clear out room 212 and bring the contents here.".....pause "Yes I know this is not what you normally do for me but the second requirement is much more to your normal liking," ........ pause "I will tell you about when you get here," and with that Julie clicked the phone off. Sandra was sure she heard the words 'Yes Mistress' at the end of the conversation and couldn't help blurting out, "Who was that?" Julie looked at Sandra and without removing the light tone from her voice but still with the underlying steel, "that was the Hatcher twins and always address me as Ma'am or Mistress." "Yes Mistress," Sandra responded and sat upright in the chair her head spinning at the name. The Hatcher twins were notorious in the neighbourhood and even the street gangs gave them a wide berth. Known as twins as they looked almost identical but they were in fact were lesbian lovers and had been for the last 10 years since they left college. They were both martial arts experts and some of the stories about them were blood chilling. Although never caught it was rumoured that they would kidnap college boys who they felt over-stepped the mark and then fuck them repeatedly with strap-ons to teach them a lesson on how it felt. Nothing had ever been proved as the recipients would never publicly come forward but the stories remained there. "You know them Mistress?" Sandra stammered. "Yes little one, I have known them for years. The first time we met was a little eventful but after that we have got on well and they work for me from time to time on small minor matters." A little eventful would be an understatement as it involved both of the twins spending a few days in hospital after the first meeting and getting on quite well was also a little understated as the three of them had been involved in some heavy sex sessions. * * * * * That evening Sandra returned to Julie's house and found that all her stuff had been moved from her room in the dorms and was in boxes in Julie's spare room. "Don't bother unpacking," Julie said from the doorway making Sandra jump. Julie moved so quietly that Sandra had not heard her move to behind her. "I have a job for you later but for the moment leave your stuff here and you can sleep with me." Sandra followed Julie to the master bedroom and stood in awe at the doorway. The room was huge and so white it almost hurt her eyes with the brilliance and the view through the open French windows was stunning. On the bed was a blindfold and a few lengths of rope. "Strip," Julie uttered the single word command without turning from the window she was looking through. As she was only wearing a t-shirt it was a simple matter for Sandra to lift it over her head and let it fall to the floor. Sandra stood in complete silence but her brain was screaming at her, as she knew the moment she had been waiting for was fast approaching. "Lie on the bed," Julie commanded and Sandra almost ran to the bed in joy and lay there spread-eagled. Julie fastened the ropes to Sandra's ankles and wrists and then to the bedposts leaving her securely fastened and very vulnerable. The world plunged into darkness for Sandra as Julie fastened the blindfold about her eyes. Casually running a nail down Sandra's breast causing her to shudder Julie purred, "Submission is all about trusting and giving up control, the question is do you trust me." "Yes Mistress," Sandra said eagerly, "I do trust you and give you total control." Laughing softly Julie said, "We shall see little one, we shall see," and with that left the room. Sandra lay there for what seemed an eternity. She could feel the gentle breeze from the open French windows caressing her body like a gentle lover and could hear the faint twittering of the birds in the distant trees. Sandra felt herself relaxing and started to drift into a semi-comatose state when like a whiplash she felt an ice-cold drip of water hit her nipple. She realised that someone was in the room with her and stammered, "Mistress?" No reply was forthcoming but Sandra felt another ice cold drip hit her body and then resisted the urge to scream as she felt an ice cube being rubbed gently round and round her areola. The sensation caused Sandra's nipples to harden immediately and a low moan escaped from her lips. The ice cube moved down Sandra's tummy leaving a wet trail on her body causing her to squirm as she felt her pussy get damp. As the coldness numbed her body slightly, Sandra anticipated the coldness touching her pussy when pure fire shot through her nipple. Sandra felt the bite of a nipple clamp being applied to her left nipple taking her breath away, but almost before it had fully registered in her brain a clamp was applied to her other nipple. As Sandra squirmed in ecstasy she felt the coldness of the ice cube as it was pushed deep into her pussy. Sandra felt 2 fingers being pushed inside her pussy forcing the ice cube deeper and at the same time a vibrator, on low, was gently applied to her clit. Sandra couldn't help but start to moan and when the fingers were removed and the vibrator pushed deep into her soaking pussy. Sandra writhed as the vibrator was fucking her and then she felt something being pressed against her ear. "Hello?" she heard a voice say, "Is that you Sandra?" Sandra knew straight away that the voice was Beth her ex-lover and Mistress and although she tried to remain silent she couldn't help letting out a long moan as the vibrator was turned on full and twisted deep inside her as the nipple clamps were firmly tugged. "You are being fucked aren't you?" Beth's voice hissed in her ear. "Yes," Sandra stammered as the sensation's rocked through her. "By who?" snarled Beth. It was at this point that it hit Sandra she didn't know who was doing it and without thinking blurted out, "I don't knowwwwwwwwwww." The final word was drawn out into a primeval scream as an orgasm rushed through her body. A few moments later Sandra realised she was alone again and could feel the nipple clamps still biting gently and the ice cube melting inside her. "There you are?" Sandra heard Julie say in a soft voice as the blindfold was removed. "But," stammered Sandra, "wasn't this you?" indicating at the nipple clamps and seeing the vibrator lying next to her phone on the pillow. Julie just smiled and left the room and Sandra faintly heard her say, "you will never know." * * * * * That evening Julie and Sandra were sitting at the large dining room table after dinner when Julie said, "This evening I have a surprise for you. Upstairs is your outfit, you will wear only what is laid out on the bed. You will say nothing unless commanded and will follow my instructions, is that clear?" Sandra just nodded and went upstairs to dress, but on the bed was nothing but a large strap-on harness. Following Julie's instructions Sandra stripped naked and after a few attempts managed to get the strap-on securely fastened. It felt strange having the thing sticking out obscenely in front of her and Sandra had to hold it to stop it waving about as she walked downstairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs Sandra stopped and took in the scene in the living room. Julie sat calmly in the chair while in the middle of the room Beth was blindfolded and struggling to free herself from the Hatcher twins who were holding her firmly. "Hello Beth." Julie's voice cracked through the room like a steel whip and the blindfolded woman stopped struggling and stood very still. Sandra held her breath and bit her bottom lip as she watched. "Julie?...... What the fuck is going on?" Beth whined from under the hood. Sandra hadn't seen the whip coiled beside Julie but heard the explosive crack as it snaked out and caught Beth on the right breast. "It's Julie Ma'am, or have you forgotten slut?" Beth's voice changed tone completely and gone was the arrogant swagger in her voice as she meekly replied, "sorry Ma'am." "You have annoyed me Beth so it's time you learnt your place." Julie purred and then indicating to the twins smiled as Beth was roughly stripped and forced to her knees but the blindfold remained in place. Julie walked round Beth slowly, "You have put on weight slut, let yourself go a bit, is that because you think you are a domme? You were once my slut and you always will be my slut won't you?" Beth just nodded meekly as Julie continued to walk round prodding and nipping Beth every so often. Julie beckoned Sandra over but at the same time held a finger to her lips indicating she should remain silent. Sandra stood in front of Beth trembling as Julie said, "When was the last time you were fucked Beth?" "I don't get fucked," said Beth, "I do the fucking." "You did," Julie said in an icy cold voice, "but now things have changed." Grabbing Beth roughly by the hair Julie forced her mouth to the strap-on jutting from Sandra's groin, "suck it bitch," Julie snarled and laughed as Beth started to slobber on it thinking it was Julie, her ex-Mistress. Julie stepped back quietly and watched as Beth sucked and slurped making the strap-on wet, then stepping forward so her head was next to Sandra's said, "On all fours slut like the bitch you are." "Yes Mistress," Beth replied and knelt down with her ass high in the air. Julie nudged Sandra but she was routed to the spot so Julie leant forward next to Sandra's head again to make it sound like the voice was in the right place, "Tell me what you want slut." "I wanted to be fucked Mistress, like the slut I am," Beth moaned and reached between her legs and held her pussy lips open with her fingers. Sandra pushed the strap-on into Beth's body, slowly at first but as her confidence grew and she remembered all the times Beth had treated her like a piece of meat she thrust in harder. Sandra began to move her hips and as she got into the rhythm she fucked Beth with all her strength. Beth was moaning and pushing back and Julie who had moved to the other side of the room spoke, "Enjoying it slut?" The confusion ran across Beth's face as she realised that it wasn't Julie fucking her and stammered, "Christine?.......Michelle?" "Nope," replied the twins from the other side of the room, as they were busy touching each other as they watched the sex scene on the floor in front of them. "Who?" stammered Beth and at the same time could feel the orgasm building in her from the brutal fucking she was receiving. Julie stepped forward quickly and removed the blindfold from Beth's eyes and she stared into the mirror in front of her and could see Sandra behind her and feel the savage thrusts. "Nooooooooooo," Beth moaned, which was quickly replaced with "Yessssss.......arghhhhhhhhhhhh," as she came over and over. Despite the shame of being fucked publicly by her ex-sub Beth couldn't help forcing herself back onto the dildo trying to take it deeper. Julie pulled Sandra back from Beth causing the dildo to leave Beth's body then pushing her back positioned it so it was at Beth's anal star. "Please no......yes.......no.......yes," Beth said in a strangled voice, her brain reeling from the shock and the sensations. Sandra didn't give her time to change her mind and pushed as hard as she could forcing the dildo deep into Beth's ass. Beth's scream split the room and Sandra almost stopped but a quick slap from Julie urged her on to fuck Beth's ass harder than she had fucked her pussy. Beth was sobbing from pain and pleasure as Julie lifted her head by her hair and smiled sweetly into her face. "Touch her again and I will show everyone the video," indicating to a camera that had been running silently in the corner of the room. Beth just nodded weakly and unthinkingly began to fuck back against the dildo as she rubbed her own clit causing orgasm after orgasm to course through her. Beth collapsed onto the floor half-passed out and Sandra just stood there almost in shock as to what she had just done. The twins by now had removed each other's clothing and were busy fingering each other. "Stop it you two," Julie said with a laugh in her voice, "Dump her as she is somewhere but if you want to have fun with her first feel free." As the twins dragged Beth from the room Sandra could hear them playfully arguing about who got the pussy and who got the ass and how much fun it would be to fuck her together in the park. "What will they do?" Sandra stammered. "They will teach her that it doesn't pay to cross me" Julie said without flinching, "Now get changed I have someone I want you to meet and we need to talk about what will happen." * * * * To be continued in Sandra CH 06 & Making of a Slut 3 Sandra Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to person or persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred. The club is buzzing with gossip about the battle of wills between Master Boot and Lori. The consensus is that Lori won the battle by resolute endurance and that Master Boot lost face. Every Dom feels that he is able to cane or paddle a slave girl until she cries out or screams in pain. On the other hand, they consider it their duty not to injure or damage one of their thralls. Almost everyone is chatting about Master Boot and Sandra. It is only a few days until the start of her period. On her previous caning, she was able to endure only twenty-six strokes. It seems that Sandra has a lower threshold of pain than Lori. Not everyone is talking about Master Boot. Aeon knows him from her days in the Internet Cybersex Prison. On her "sanitary day" he would take her to a private room and abuse her in a perverted manner. He would have her lift up her breasts by the nipples and use a toothbrush to strike the same spot under the breast at the baseline of the chest. Pulling back and releasing the toothbrush with a "twang" fifty times on each breast. Her breasts would have deep internal bruising and be swollen a cup size larger. To the observer they appeared normal. Even gentle touching or caressing was incredibly painful. Master Boot also abused Aeon in a another secretive manner. He would have her lie on a table, bring her knees to her shoulders, and present her privates, perineum, and anus. He would use the toothbrush on her perineum, with fifty strokes to the same spot, creating a deep bruise on her pubococcygeal muscles. Sexual intercourse, vaginal or anal, was excruciatingly painful. Yet a cursory examination failed to reveal the cause. Since Sandra was unwilling to service any Dom, she was known as "lil missy frigid" or as the "ice queen" or "ice princess." This made her stay at the prison difficult. A number of club members are waiting to talk with Roto. They include: Marcus, owner of Geia; Geia herself, the first girl; Tom Trumbo, Lori's new owner; Sandra; and Aeon. They are discussing the situation with Master Boot. "I think that Master Boot has passed a limit here," Tom Trumbo suggests. "I've heard that from several members," Marcus responds. Lori asks Tom: "Ask Sandra about Master Boot and how he's been treating her lately." "What is he doing to you, Sandra?" Tom asks. Sandra blushes. "Do I have to tell?" She asks. Lori nods yes. "He canes me with six strokes, the maximum permitted, every day," she replies. "See," Lori says, "he is making her sore and bruised before she is challenged for Faustus's collar. It will be difficulty for her to endure." "But that's the rule," Geia states. "Does Faustus use her? Master Boot cannot use her if someone else is using her," "Faustus comes at noon," Lori remarks. "This leaves Sandra available, and vulnerable, all morning. Besides, that senile old creeper stares off into space while she is dancing on stage. They say that, unable from Parkinson's disease to draw plots, that he has a blackboard (or white-board) in his headbrain [sic]." "How long until your next period, Sandra?" Geia inquires. "Three days, I think," Sandra replies. She senses three days with six strokes each day. And, if Master Boot files a complaint against Sandra (which he will surely do) he will be allowed six more penalty strokes each day. This is a Master's club, after all. And Master Boot will opt for the worst of canes. Aeon is silent. She knows that Master Boot will apply some secret, sadistic device to Sandra to weaken her. He used to be a guard at the infamous Internet Cybersex Prison. For sure he will shove a ginger root into her rectum to burn and irritate her anus and large bowel just before her caning. Nothing can stop him, rules are rules. Aeon also knows better than to "out" Master Boot. --- The day arrived for Sandra to take the challenge for the collar of the geriatric curmudgeon Faustus. She is to endure fifty strokes of a cane on her bare bottom. On her last caning, she endured twenty-six strokes without crying out or streaming in pain, she is allowed to cry out on the first twenty-six strokes. These first strokes are administered by the first girl, Geia. Starting with stroke twenty-seven, should she scream the challenge stops and will restart from the beginning. Sandra is led into the auditorium on a leash, her hands cuffed behind her back. A saw horse is set up for her. The audience could not help but notice how exhausted she looks and the appearance of her derrière. Master Boot had availed himself of every means to ensure Sandra's failure. He caned her every day, using the six strokes and petitioning six more penalty strokes. At midnight, he used his strokes on challenge day to ensure that they would not be lost. Sandra looks as though she has already had fifty strokes. Roped tightly to the saw horse, Sandra's legs are spread, exposing her crotch. Inserted into her anus and her vagina are huge ginger roots, burning and stinging her with every motion. Geia lays on the initial strokes. Sandra screams bloody murder. After stroke number twenty-six, Roto turns Sandra over to Master Boot. Master boot is determined to break Sandra. By stroke thirty, Sandra can endure no more. Master Boot now has twenty-eight days to cane her mercilessly before her next challenge. In fact, given her daily canings, it is unlikely that she could ever endure the fifty strokes. What is happening here is neither acceptable nor sustainable. Marcus and Tom take their girls and leave the club. They take Sandra also, by force of arms. Aeon stays behind, fearing Master Boot might be able to track her through a tiny implant inserted at the Internet Cybersex Prison. Faustus remains, wearing out the furniture and staring into space. The End