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Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 01

By: abob1



Can you picture her? If you were fortunate enough to espy her in a crowd, you would do a double take, and triple. If you were with a date, you would do your best to sneak peaks in her direction whenever possible. If flying solo, as you are now, you try to get away with gazing at her for minutes on end.

She is the personification of alluring, and it starts with her full, Asian, catlike eyes, stunningly highlighted by a trace of shadowy eyeliner. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a pony tail to show off her large, hoop earrings. As she converses with her friends, the hoops gently bounce against her face, softly kissing her cheeks. You are mesmerized by those earrings. The fuck-me hoops seem to enhance her sexuality without making her look like a slut. She plays those earrings like a finely tuned instrument.

Her body is tight, a work of art, accented by a perky pair of 33Bs constricted by a spaghetti-strap tank top that is perhaps one size too small. But the taut cotton only accentuates her toned midsection, which draws your eyes down to her hips, screaming at you from within the belt of her low-rise jeans. Her ass is firm but supple, the result of hundreds of hours spent bicycling. She is well aware of the effect she has on men, and has worked hard to maintain it.

Her belly is tight and tanned. Her navel is pierced, a silver charm embedded within. 

Your eyes return to her face, and you jump when she realizes she has caught you staring. You instinctively shoot your eyes down, hoping she is not angry that you are ogling her. But when you return your gaze to her, she is still fixed on you, smiling. Her smile strikes an unusual dichotomy of girl-next-door sweetness and I-could-swallow-your-cock-whole sex demon. 

You smile back, like an idiot, thinking you have a chance with this girl. You wrack your mind for a clever icebreaker, just in case her friends leave her alone and you work up the courage to approach her. Your opportunity presents itself earlier than expected. One of her friends gets up to use the rest room, and the other goes to the counter to pay for their coffees. 

You have a small window of time, but before you can make a move, your eyes lock again. She cocks her eyebrows up, asking if you are man enough. She leans back against the chair and lets her right hand brush against the top of her breast and down her cleavage. 

She ever so slightly parts her legs, not at all obscenely because of her jeans, but reeking of implications. It is at this point that you realize you are not man enough. With just these two simple gestures, she has you hard, and there is no way you are going to stroll across the cafe with a full erection trying to fight through your zipper. 

As a last ditch effort, you try to cast a smile her way, but her friends have returned, and you resign yourself to the fact that the only additional pleasure she will grant you is the pleasure of watching her walk away. She doesn't even look back.

If you had built up the nerve to walk over to her and ask her name, and assuming she was feeling honest, she would have answered, "Monique," although all of her friends called her "Mokie."

.....

Judging strictly from aesthetics, Mokie was your typical, spoiled southern California hottie. But this is only party true. She did come from money, and her parents certainly spoiled her, but she was far from typical. She was incredibly smart, abiding by a school-first mentality that had her at the top of her class.

When she was 18, a senior in high school, she was attracting boys in college. At this stage in her life, she still believed in the concept of love, and she had the pick of the litter. Unfortunately, she chose poorly.

Of all the men who would have thrown themselves at her feet and worshipped her, she chose the one who was indifferent to her charms. His name was Jason, an undergrad student at UCLA, and the only son of Mokie's neighbors. He had been a fantasy of hers since she knew what sex was, but he always had a train of new girls filing into his bedroom. He was two years her senior, and light-years older in terms of maturity and sexual experience.

One weekend towards the end of the school year, Mokie's parents hosted a barbecue for all of their neighbors. When she heard that Jason would be there, Mokie did herself up in her cutest outfit, a light, yellow sundress with simple white sandals. The lack of effort she needed to look sexy was perhaps her sexiest attribute. She was a pure beauty.

When Jason and his family showed up, Mokie was relieved to see that he had not brought a girl with him. She bided her time, waiting for him to be alone, nervous about flirting in front of her parents, or anyone else for that matter. When Jason went to the bar to replenish his drink, Mokie made her move.

"Hi," she said, trying to look and sound as sweet as possible.

"Hey," he said, nonchalantly. Not the excited response she was hoping for.

"So, I just got into UCLA! We're going to be sharing a campus next year!" She was clearly more excited about this than he was.

"Congrats," was his only response.

After a few minutes of awkward conversation and even more awkward silence, Jason admitted that he was feeling down because his date had bailed on him. Of course, in his mind, he was always looking for the next girl anyway. So it wasn't this one particular girl that had him down, it was his lack of prospects for that night.

Suddenly, pouncing on the opportunity without giving it much consideration, Mokie asked "Perhaps I could tag in for tonight?"

Jason's eyes went wide. Despite her obvious beauty, he had never considered her as a sexual partner before. When he was a young boy, Monique's family had moved in across the street. The Asian influx into southern California was at its peak, but the white citizens in the area did not always approve. He remembered his father, a Vietnam vet, using words like "chinks" and "gooks'" when referring to the new neighbors. In high school, white boys who paid too much attention to Asian girls were diagnosed with "yellow fever." 

As a result, he had never thought of Monique as sexy, in the same way he thought of a tanned, blond "So Cal" girl as sexy. UCLA Asian coeds had opened new horizons for Jason, especially when he needed to confirm the rumor that Asian pussy went sideways, not front to back. It had only taken him three weeks into his freshmen year to confirm that was just "white trash talk."

Nevertheless, he had never thought of Monique as sexy, but with these seven words, that wall came crumbling down.

A minute later, he was taking her by the hand back to his house, out of sight from their parents. They ran upstairs and into his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. He turned to her and grabbed her head in his hands, bringing his lips to hers. It was the first time Mokie had kissed a guy so passionately, let alone in a in a bedroom alone with one.

She did not know what to do with her hands, opting to just hold onto his waist, pulling him into her. His tongue forced its way through her lips and explored the entirety of her mouth. She was nervous as hell, not wanting to appear so inexperienced. He broke off the kiss and tried to calm her down.

Looking deep into her eyes, he said "Mokie, calm down. I don't ever have sex on the first date, so you don't have to worry. I will let you give me head, though."

Mokie was wracked with trepidation about having to give him a BJ, but she did not want to show fear.

"Here, let me show you," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and guiding her down to her knees. He dropped his shorts down to his ankles along with his boxers, and his semi-erect dick popped into view.

From there, Mokie's recollection of the next five minutes was really just a collection of senses. The feel of his hand gripping the hair behind her head as he fucked her mouth. The smell of his dick and the sweat forming on his abdomen as it ground against her face. The failure of her hands, feebly clasping onto his waist, to slow him down.

But above all else, Mokie remembered the sounds. As his dick assaulted her, the sounds of her "mmphh, mmphh, mmphh" flooded her ears. When she opened her mouth to breathe, it changed to "kack, kack, kack." She felt so humiliated, his flesh plugging her up.

Finally, the ultimate humiliation, the sound of him groaning as he flooded her mouth with cum. The sticky, salty substance swarmed around her mouth, but she refused to swallow it. She could not stoop that low.

Jason held his dick in her mouth until his breath slowed, at which point he pulled out and his cum expelled from her mouth. She hung her head in shame, eyeing the cum that had fallen onto her sundress. Stoically, she fought back tears and sobs, hoping that Jason would be happy with her.

"Thanks, Mokie," he said. "That was awesome." He sat back on the bed and turned the TV on. After two minutes, Mokie realized that he was done with her, so she got herself to her feet and went to the bathroom.

Inspecting herself in the vanity, she washed the cum off of her chin, and dabbed the spots on her dress. There were two primary stains, one on her right breast, and one just above her right knee. She could not get them out.

Composing herself, she moved down the stairs and out the front door as quietly as possible. With the barbecue in the back yard, she ran across the front yard and into her house, unseen.

She closed the door and leaned back against it, an absolute wreck. Her jaw saw sore, and his taste still dominated her palate. She covered her eyes with her hands as the tears started working their way out. 

Suddenly, she heard her parents open the door from the patio into the kitchen.

"I haven't seen her in half an hour. Have you?" her mother asked.

"I'm sure she's fine," her father said, ever the pacifist. They made their way to the opposite end of the hall where Mokie now stood. She was able to elude their sight by running up the stairs, but her footsteps belied her location.

"Honey?" her mom yelled after her. Mokie did not reply, escaping to her room and slamming the door shut. She took off her dress, standing in a lacy pair of bra and panties, and inspected the cum stains closer. Her favorite dress, she thought, ruined. Even if she could cleanse it of the semen, she could not wipe her memory clean. She would never wear it again.

She was startled by a knock on the door.

"Honey, is everything OK?"

"Yeah, mom," she answered, between sniffles. "I just spilled all over my favorite dress."

"Oh, sweetie. Hand it out to me, I will run it through the washer."

"No, mom. It's ruined," Mokie insisted.

"Sweetheart, I'm sure I can..."

"Mom, please, just leave me alone."

It was the first time that she had forbid her mom entrance to her room, and her mom was so shocked that she resigned her efforts and left her in peace.

Later that week, while looking out her bedroom window, Mokie saw Jason bringing another girl home. Obviously, she decided, while Jason had meant the world to her, she had meant nothing to him. After a night of crying into her pillow and chastising herself for being so naive, she swore up and down that she would never let another man take advantage of her like that.

.....

And then, by amazing coincidence, you see her again two hours later. 'How could this be?' you wonder, in awe of your amazing luck. 

You have taken a seat at a desk near the middle aisle. You take a quick look around the room, checking for a familiar face, and out of the corner of your eye you see her. The tank top, a size too small...it is the same girl you saw earlier in the morning! 

And yet not quite the same girl. With her friends she freely flashed an award-winning smile and seemed to enjoy the silent tete-a-tete that passed between you. Now, as she heads in your direction (your direction!), her face is set in a photo pout and her gait is that of a model on the cat walk, a sultry college senior who realizes that sexuality is power. It seems she knows that if she can create desire in men, (or women, for that matter), she can control them. 

Classmates like you, who didn't even know her name, would have given their left hand to be with her. But fate, this day, has provided you a second chance. Sitting at your desk for Circuits and Systems, the last requirement for your Electrical Engineering degree, you notice her quickly amongst the throngs of students filing in for the first day of class.

You follow her as she meanders through the desks, now smiling slyly as she twists between them, accentuating her curves and sensing many eyes on them. She finds an open desk immediately to your right and begins unpacking her bag: textbook, note pad, pen and her coffee from earlier. As she turns slightly, you notice a silver dolphin adorns her pierced belly button.

You cannot believe your luck, but being so shy, you stare straight down at your desk and say nothing as the professor enters and the room settles down. You couldn't even meet her eyes, to note if she remembered you from earlier this morning. 

"Good afternoon, class. Welcome to Circuits and Systems. I'm Professor Larson."

As he scribbles his name on the white board, you sneak a peak to your left. She spins her pen through her fingers and then uses it to flip her pony tail to the other shoulder. You shake your head in awe and return your gaze to the board. 'How could someone who seems so ditzy be in this class?' you think to yourself.

She reaches for her coffee as Professor Larson continues.

"Before we begin, I would like to introduce my understudy. He will be available to assist you between classes, if you like. And he will be helping me grade papers and exams, so you might want to be nice to him."

The room gave a half-hearted chuckle at this attempt at a joke.

"Jason, please stand up and say hello," Larson requested.

The next thing you know, your obsession is coughing up her coffee, doing her best to stifle a spit-take. You glance over at her, and can sense a change in demeanor.

"Are you OK?" you quietly ask, both legitimately concerned and grateful at the opportunity to break the ice.

"Yeah, thank you," she says without looking your way. Her face looks remarkably pale. You can sense she doesn't want to be bothered, so you leave it alone.

Jason returns to his seat and the lecture begins. You notice that she is still very much flustered by something, but cannot figure it out. For the remainder of the ninety-minute class, you try to pay attention, but are permanently distracted by this girl. 

As class is excused, Jason stands up again to address the students.

"Just a quick note. If there is a Monique here, I need to see you before you go. There seems to be a discrepancy with one of your prerequisites for this course. Thank you."

You and everyone else get up to leave, except for her. As you file out of the room, you turn to confirm that there is no one left except for her and Jason, just to confirm her name.

"Monique," you say to yourself, repeating it in your head, committing it to memory. You watch as she nervously descends the stairs of the amphitheater to Jason, and then turn and walk away.

.....

Jason was sitting to the side of the professor's desk as Mokie made her way to him on shaky legs. He remembered her as the sweetheart daughter of his neighbors, not this sexpot coed. He was thrilled that this devious plan of his would be enacted on this stunning beauty.

Monique would have done anything to be with Jason before that life-altering afternoon. Immediately afterward, she never wanted anything to do with him again.

"Hey, Mokie, long time no see," he said, mock cheerfully.

"Fuck you, Jason," replied Mokie. "I never wanted to see you again. If I didn't have to take this class to graduate, I would have walked out as soon as I saw you here."

"Well, that's the crux of the issue, isn't it? You DO have to take this course. Only problem is, you fucked up, Mokie. You are missing a prerequisite, and technically should not be allowed to attend this class yet."

An overwhelming sense of panic overtook Mokie, realizing that if she could not take this class this semester, she would not be able to graduate until the following semester, after summer vacation.

"That's impossible," she defended with a false sense of confidence.

"I'm afraid it is quite possible. Reality, in fact. Look," he said, turning the curriculum to her and pointing to Linear Systems Theory. "Not on your record."

Mokie's hands started shaking as she looked over the manual and realized he was right.

"Is there anything I can do? I don't want to have to ask my parents to pay for another semester because of this."

"I'm glad you asked, Mokie. I think I can actually fix this for you. But I will need you to do something for me."

Mokie gulped, afraid to ask. "What?"

"Oh, I think you know," he said, grinning like the deviant he was. "This is going to be a two-way street."

"What does that mean?" Mokie asked, just slightly more optimistic.

"Here's the deal. You submit to me, for a length of time yet to be determined. Until I am tired of you, I guess. In exchange, not only will I not bring this oversight to the registrar, but I will do the work for you in this class. This syllabus is a piece of cake for me, so I guarantee a 4.0."

Mokie sat silently, considering the options she really didn't have.

"Well," said Jason. "How about a 'Thank you?'"

"Thank you?" Mokie asked.

"Yeah, a fucking Thank You! You get a pretty sweet deal out of all this. You give yourself to me, and in exchange you don't have to go back to your parents in shame and tell them you are not going to graduate on time. You certainly dress like you get it all the time anyway, so what's the big deal"

Mokie clenched her eyes shut, trying to prevent any tears from flowing. She took a deep breath, and resigned herself to this situation.

"Thank you, Jason."

"Uh, uh, uh," he warned, waving his finger at her in warning. "From now on, you address me as Master. Do you understand?"

"Master?" she responded, with a clear lack of comprehension.

"Yes, 'Master'. You know, like Master and slave."

"But...," she started.

"But nothing, slut," he hissed. 

"When I say 'submit', I mean 'submit.' You yield your body to me, you obey me unconditionally, when I say jump, you jump." He paused, watching her expression. He had been blunt, mincing no words. She would either agree or stalk out and take an extra semester to graduate.

He knew he had won when she closed her gaping mouth and dropped her eyes.

"Yes, Master," Mokie answered, relenting to his authority over her.

"Very good, slut," he said. "You are free for now, but meet me in the electrical lab at 9pm tonight. Understood?"

"Yes, Master," Mokie said with her eyes to the floor.

"Good, now get out of my sight."

.....

Mokie arrived promptly at 9pm, being careful not to give Jason anything else to use against her. She peaked through the square-foot window in the middle of the door, and saw him sitting behind the professor's desk with his feet up. She steadied her nerves and opened the door.

"Well, my pet has arrived," Jason said as she entered. "Your Master appreciates punctuality."

She paused half way down the aisle, not saying a word, but definitely a look of defiance on her face. Clearly, she had recovered from the shock earlier in the day and was going to make a stand. This he could not allow.

"Take off your sandals and kick them over to me."

"Can we talk about this arrangement a bit more, please," she began.

"No, you can turn around and walk out the door and face the consequences, or you can kick your sandals over to me. I am the one doing you a favor, slut," Jason responded instantly. He had expected this. 

Mokie stepped out of them, and kicked them along the floor to Jason, who picked them up and put them in the bottom drawer of the desk.


Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 01



"Hand me your bag. You won't be needing it for a few minutes." She hesitated, but obeyed.

"Now, turn around, bend over, and remove those tight jeans."

"Please, can I lock the door?"

"No you may not, slave, and you have earned your first punishment. Each response will include my title, 'Master'," he answered.

"May I at least hang something over the window, Master?" nearly spitting out the last word.

"Slave, if you make any additional requests for favors, the deal is off. Now you have ten seconds to get those jeans off." Mokie sensed his rage, so backed off with her requests.

Hastily, she turned around, undid the button and zipper, and bent over to slide the jeans down to her feet. Jason stared greedily at her ass as the denim slowly peeled away from it. He knew how lucky he was to be in this situation, and he was going to revel in it for the coming weeks.

Mokie was able to get her hands all the way to her feet without bending her knees, a fact that Jason was pleased note.

"I admire your flexibility, slut. Do you do yoga?"

"Yes, Master. Three days a week." 

"Well, we will have to use that to our advantage one of these days. For now, just kick those jeans over to me, too."

Mokie obeyed again, standing with her hands held in front of her panties. She watched Jason put the jeans in the drawer with her sandals.

"Now, same thing with your top," he said. Mokie was embarrassed beyond words, but remembering his warning from earlier, she obeyed. She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head.

"Well, well, well," said Jason as he learned that she was not wearing a bra. "No bra. Well done, pet."

"I thought you might prefer me without one, Master," said Mokie. The truth was, she never wore a bra under this tank top, but she figured she might as well make him think she did just for him. She was right. Jason felt even more in control when she spoke like this.

"Throw me that tank and remove your thong," he said, a noticeable erection becoming visible in his khakis.

As he filed the tank top away, Mokie slipped the thong down to her knees, and it fell to the floor. Without thinking, she kicked it to him, too.

"Very good, pet," he said, sniffing her thong with a deep breath before putting it in the drawer and closing it. "Mmmmm, you seem to be enjoying this, slut."

"No, Master, not at all, but what choice do I have?"

"You always have a choice, slave." He paused, staring at his prize. "Not sure what I think about your pubes, though. I appreciate that they are trimmed, but I might need to shave you later."

Mokie felt so humiliated being spoken to like this, allowing a man to judge her and express his disapproval was the exact opposite of the mystique she had created the last four years.

"Now, getting back to your yoga. I want you to turn around, spread your legs just past shoulder width, and bend over until your palms are on the floor. Do it now, and do it sexy."

Mokie turned her back to him, but flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned to look at him. She slowly bent over, her hands running down her legs to her ankles before resting palms down on the floor. This was a position she was very familiar with, but the first time she had done it naked. She despised how openly her pussy was displayed to him, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

"My, my," said Jason. "What a beautiful form. We are going to have some fun together!" He arose from his chair and moved towards her. Mokie watched him, upside down, walking slowly towards her while...messing with her phone!

"Hey, what are you doing with my phone?"

"Just putting in my number so you know how to reach me." He finished saving the information, stuck the phone in his pocket and was just staring at her pussy when sounds from outside the door grabbed their attention. From down the hall they heard another pair of footsteps. Jason appeared slightly startled, thinking they were alone in the building.

"Shuffle towards the wall," he said. Mokie moved her hands forward about two feet until they were against the base of the wall. She then brought her feet up to them, bringing her back to the desired position but with her back now flush against the wall.

Jason pressed against her and peeked through the window. Mokie could only listen to the footsteps approaching. Then, shockingly, she felt Jason put his hand on her ass. Looking up towards her waist, she watched in horror as his pointer finger pressed into her hole and his thumb came to rest on her asshole.

Her horror grew, however, when she heard the footsteps stop right outside the door. With the hand that wasn't on her ass, Jason opened the door.

'What the fuck!' Mokie thought to her self, screaming at him silently. She was pinned between the door and the wall, so the only way the person in the hall could see her was if he entered and turned around, but still, this was way too close for comfort.

"Professor Larson, I didn't expect for you to still be here," he said.

"I was just burning the midnight oil, as I see you are," Professor Larson answered. "Good way to get ahead."

"Well, sir, I'm just doing what I have to to get these pre-tests graded," Jason answered, gesturing back towards the papers on his desk.

Mokie had held her breath for as long as possible, trying not to jostle the door at all. When she had to breathe, she did so ever so faintly. She was scared stiff about being found in this situation.

"Well, don't be too long. I think you are the last one out, and you don't want to be walking around in the dark all by yourself."

"Yes, sir. I will only be another 15 minutes or so."

"Alright then, good night, Jason."

"Good night, Dr. Larson."

Jason shut the door and wiped his brow. "Whew, that was close!"

"This is ridiculous, Jason! We could..." 

WHACK! The sound of the palm of his hand spanking her ass echoed through the room. Whack, a second time. She tried to rise, but he pushed her forcefully against the wall.

"That's twice you failed to address me as 'Master,' slave."

Monique had never been spanked before and her reaction was delayed. The pain hit like the sound of thunder arrives long after the strike. 

"No, please, Master, I'm sorry," she sobbed, knowing she was completely vulnerable the way she was jammed against the wall.

"Stay in this position." He went back to the desk and retrieved something from his brief case. When he turned, Mokie identified the gadget, a digital camera.

"Smile," said Jason, aiming the camera at her lewdly folded body.

"Master, please, you are taking this too far," Mokie cried.

"Excuse me, what was that?" Jason demanded, grabbing a ruler from the white board. He took two quick steps towards her and whipped it down on her ass.

"Ahhh!" Mokie screamed. "Please, Master. No pictures!"

"Nonsense," said Jason, sitting back down at the desk. "This will help persuade you in the future...more material to use against you should you back out of the deal."

Mokie clenched her eyes shut as if that in some way hid the rest of her. She heard him take a few pictures, and opened her eyes when she heard the camera come to rest on the desk. She opened her eyes to see Jason bringing another tool her way, shiny and black. He knelt in front of her, dangling the object in her face.

"In case you don't know, this is a butt plug. From now on, any time we arrange to meet, I expect this to be inside you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Mokie said, fighting back tears. She wanted to beg him not to, but knew this was not the time. If she had planned to make a stand against him, it had failed. Instead, she pleaded for mercy.

"Please, Master. Be gentle. I have never had anything in my ass before," she moaned, still bent in half against the wall and speaking directly into his groin.

"If you like, you can put it in yourself. Usually, first timers need a little bit of encouragement, but you can give it a try. I would actually enjoy watching that."

He left the plug base-down on the floor, sticking up in the air. He walked back to his desk and addressed her.

"Put a foot on either side of it and squat down until it is inside you," he instructed.

Mokie stood from her yoga position and obeyed. She squatted down, put her left hand behind her for balance, and lowered her ass until she felt the plug against her sphincter.

"Play with your pussy to distract yourself," he said. Mokie was not sure if it was advice or an order, so she complied. She put her right hand against her pussy and started stroking. Jason had a great view, staring right between her spread legs and into her juicy pussy.

It was not very easy going for Mokie, who flinched every time she tried to lower herself onto the plug. She was getting her pussy wet, but she could not get the plug inside.

"Just ease the muscles in your legs and let gravity do the work," Jason encouraged, sensing her troubles. Mokie clenched her teeth and stared up at the ceiling, arching her back and improving the angle with which her anal passage lined up with the plug.

She relaxed her knees and let the weight of her torso drive her down. It worked. The plug forced her asshole open and slowly worked its way inside. Mokie's jaw dropped as the widest part of the plug popped past her sphincter and embedded itself inside her. Her ass was bare on the cold floor, her hand still stroking her pussy, which she realized was excellent advice. It had taken her mind off the pain, at least partially.

"You continue to impress, my pet," Jason said, genuinely delighted by her display. "Now, stand up and put your back against the wall."

Mokie took her hand out of her pussy and worked her way to her feet. She backed up against the wall next to the door and watched as Jason strode confidently towards her. He extended his left arm and grabbed her throat, pushing her head and neck against the wall.

"Yes," he said, feeling her slight struggle to breathe. "My collar is going to look great on you."

Mokie grabbed his wrist with her hands. "Please, Master," she struggled. "It's too tight."

"If you can speak, then it is not too tight, I'm afraid." He left his hand against her throat and brought his other to her pussy.

"Because I am a gracious Master, I am going to let you cum tonight. Now do your best to give into it, because we are not leaving until you do."

He began stroking her pussy, which was already wet from her masturbating. Her hips began thrusting slowly away from the wall, grinding against his hand. He admired her form, sleek and toned, slithering sensually like a snake in response to his fingers.

"That's it slut. Get yourself off. Come on," he encouraged.

Mokie tried to moan, both for her pleasure and for his, but had difficulty with his fingers clasped around her neck. He cupped her pussy, so that as she rocked his finger tips when in and out of her hole, and his palm rubbed up and down her clit. He had clearly been with enough women to know his way around a pussy.

Now the only part of her body that was in contact with the wall was the space between her shoulder blades and the top of her neck. She was enthusiastically gyrating against him, ready to cum any second. Humiliation and shame welled inside her, but so did a flurry of passion. It was inexplicable, so she tried not to rationalize it and just enjoy it for now.

"I can feel you are ready, pet. Your cunt is so wet. Just give into me and enjoy yourself," Jason dared her. The dirty talk worked.

Mokie thrust forward so hard that he lost his grip on her throat. She fell forward from the wall and would have collapsed to the ground had Jason not grabbed her around the back. He maintained contact with her spasming pussy as she came hard. Harder, in fact, than ever before.

When she stopped cumming, Jason let her sink to her knees. She collapsed to her hands, drained of energy, trying to catch her breath.

Jason opened the drawer to the desk and tossed her sandals, tank top and jeans to her. "Get dressed, pet, and go home. Here's your bag and phone. What is your class schedule?"

"I managed to get all my classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday." She paused and then added, "Master."

Jason chose to ignore the delay. "I see. That is convenient, slut. What is your cell number."

Again she delayed her response, but saw the anger in Jason's face. She gave him her cell and he put it into his cell.

"Keep the phone handy, slut."

While they spoke, Mokie noticed that her thong was missing. She looked up to see if this was intentional, or just forgot, and saw him stuffing it into the pocket of his khakis. While still on the classroom floor, she pulled the tank top on, adjusting her perky tits as she liked them.

The pressure of the plug in her ass was considerable, but she tried to ignore it.

She then stood and stepped into her jeans, and Jason could not help but admire the way her pussy looked as the denim and zipper slowly covered it. She stepped into her sandals as Jason went to the door, opening it for her.

"Hold on," he said. He grabbed the back of her tank and pulled it up a little. He then smeared his hand, covered in her juices, on the small of her back. "Just so you don't forget this encounter until you shower."

"Thank you, Master," said Mokie. Though she knew that no one would guess what it was, she was nervous that someone might notice the substance and wonder about it.

"You're welcome, pet. See you tomorrow."



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 02



Mokie's cell phone rang at 5am the following morning, jarring her from what had been a restless sleep. She did not recognize the number but had a good idea of who it was.

"Hello?" she answered. 

"Good morning, slut," demeaned Jason.

Mokie knew he would expect a "Good Morning, Master," but she did not give it. She waited silently for him to go on.

"Not very talkative this morning, are we?" he said. "I expect a better display of reverence moving forward. But I will excuse that for now. I will be at your place in thirty minutes. We are going for a ride. Be outside your building at 5:30." He hung up without waiting for a response. 

Mokie wracked her mind, trying to come up with some way to turn this against him. She felt like last night was about as bad as she could take, but knew that it was tame compared to what he had planned for her. But she did not have enough time to think right now. 

She jumped out of bed and ran to the rest room. No time for a shower, she splashed water on her face and washed it with soap. As degraded as she felt, she was shocked at the beautiful girl in the mirror as she toweled herself off. It made her feel a little better knowing that she still had her looks, even if she had relinquished control. 

Back in the bedroom, she picked a tight-fitting, pink polo shirt that hugged her form. As with yesterday, no bra was needed. She then pulled on a pink thong and a short white skirt. It only went half way down to her knees and did not cling to her thighs. Any simple little spin or turn and the hem would rise and fall, teasing any guy staring at her. Her toned legs looked stunning in this outfit.

She looked at the clock: 5:20. She headed towards the door, but stopped herself. 'Fuck,' she thought to herself. 'The butt plug.' 

She turned back towards the bedroom and found the plug lying on the floor where she had left it. She sat it upright on the floor and squatted over it, as she had before. As she forced it inside her ass, she thought that there must be a better way to do this, but for now it was the only way she knew. She hoped that it would be more comfortable over time, but was not very optimistic.

Jason turned around the corner and saw her from down the block. There was no one else around this early in the morning, so she stood out easily. He pulled up to her and lowered the window.

"Is your plug inserted?" he asked casually, taking the place of the usual pleasantries. 

"Yes, Master," she said, now incredibly glad that she remembered it.

"Let me see," he commanded.

"Here, right now?"

"Don't question me, bitch. Turn around and lift up that skirt."

Mokie turned her ass to the window and looked both ways. She saw no one. Quickly, she lifted her skirt and pulled her thong aside.

"Very good, slave. Now get in here."

Mokie put herself back together and entered the car. "Where are we going?" she asked, not sure how he would react to her questioning him.

"Downtown. Don't talk the rest of the way. I am not keeping you around for your conversation."

That was fine by Mokie. The less she had to talk to him the less she considered her horrible situation. 

Jason wound his way through a barren downtown LA on this early Tuesday hour. Mokie had no idea where he could be taking her, and decided it was best not to guess. Her meandering imagination could only be worse than the reality...she hoped.

Jason turned down a side street and put the car in park. Mokie surveyed the length of the street, seeing nothing except for a solitary neon sign that was flickering on and off. She could not read it from her angle.

"Get out," Jason said. Mokie did as she was told, and Jason walked around the back of the car and took her hand. He pulled her down the alley towards door beneath the flickering sign. Mokie craned her neck to read it: 'Tattoo and Piercing Parlor.' She panicked. 

"Jason, I am not going in here." She yanked her hand out of his grasp.

"I beg to differ, slut," he said, grabbing her upper arm and squeezing it hard. "When you give me head later, I want your tongue to be pierced. Now if you want, we can end this charade right now, but bear in mind that your parents will not only learn of your failure to graduate, but they will see this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his digital camera, turning the viewing screen towards Mokie.

She gasped and covered her mouth with her free hand as she saw her naked body, folded in half against the wall, her pussy and ass spread towards the camera. 

"You wouldn't," said Mokie, testing the waters.

"I'm not fucking around here, Mokie. Now get your ass inside."

"But my parents will certainly see my tongue again. How do I explain it?"

"First of all, slut, you can always take out the stud at any time, unless I demand otherwise. Secondly, stop thinking that I am concerned with any problems you might experience from my treatment of you. I don't care about your mental anguish or any side affects. You only matter to me as an object of sex."

Mokie gave up her fight, and let him lead her inside. If she had considered it any further, she still would have relented. Given the way she was dressed and the neighborhood they were in, if she were to make a run for it she probably would have ended up gang-raped and left on the curb. She followed a couple of steps behind, her shoulders slumped in resignation.

The inside of the parlor smelled of cigarettes and cheap beer. Mokie cringed as she felt her sandals stick against the tacky floor.

"Jason, my man!" said a big, burly man in black jeans and a wife beater. Tattoos covered both of his arms, his chest and neck.

"Alonzo, my friend. Good to see you," Jason answered, stepping forward and shaking his hand. "This is the girl I was telling you about. Say hello, slut."

"Hello," Mokie mumbled weakly, trying to avoid eye contact.

The slap came quickly, snapping her head from left to right. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the blur of Jason's hand rising to her face, but there was no time to react. 

For a moment she just froze, her head tilted to the right. No one had ever hit her like that before. The pain was mixed with surprise and shock.

Mokie reached for her left cheek with her right hand, her eyes wide with surprise, tears forming in her eyes.

"Excuse me, Zo. A teachable moment is upon us." He turned back to Monique. "You are a slut. My slut. Three holes. When you address one of my friends, male or female, you will show the appropriate respect, because when you don't it reflects badly on me."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "Lock your hands behind your neck." Mokie just stared back. Jason raised his right hand again. Quickly, she obeyed. "Stand straight as an arrow. Thrust out your pitiful breasts. Spread your legs two feet wide. This is the position you will take when I order you to 'Attention.'" Mokie stared, the words flying so quickly, still smarting from the original slap.

"Now try again to greet my friend appropriately, slut."

Mokie, her eyes darting between Jason's stern face and Alonzo's smiling countenance, replied, "Hello, Sir." Her voice did not waver, revealing a strength that she really did not feel.

"That's more like it, slut." Jason turned to Alonzo, "She needs to have her tongue pierced, and who else am I going to take her to, especially at this time of the morning?"

"A wise move, friend. We will have this done in no time."

A few moments later, Mokie was sitting in a padded chair. The moment she sat down, Jason had used Velcro straps to lash her wrists to the arms of the chair. Still in a state of shock, she had done nothing to resist.

"Stick out your tongue, honey," Alonzo said.

Mokie did not obey. She just stared, dumbfounded that this was happening, her body being modified without her permission. Suddenly she became alert. "No," she nearly screamed. "You can't do this to me! This is against my will and I will sue you if you lay a hand on me." There, she said it. Her breathing was ragged, the adrenalin rush causing her to quiver.

Alonzo looked at Jason, whose face was a deep red with anger. He looked at Alonzo, who nodded. Monique did not miss their non-verbal communication. 

Jason walked away and opened a drawer behind Mokie. She turned her head, trying to see what was happening, but before she could say one word, a shadow passed over her head and Jason pinched her nostrils closed. When she tried to protest, a hard rubber ring was forced into her open mouth and Jason was strapping it behind her head.

"at are oo oing?" she gasped.

"We could have done this the easy way, slut, but no, you just don't get it. So we will do it the hard way," Jason responded.

Alonzo had gone to one of his drawers and returned with some sort of metal grip. Mokie was unable to resist, as he pushed the tool into her opened mouth, grasped her tongue, and pulled it from her mouth. The tool seemed to have a locking device, so he simply let it hang from her tongue, now pulled from her mouth.

"ooooooooooooooooo," she tried to scream. It was a futile attempt to stop the inevitable.

Alonzo was rubbing some kind of antiseptic on it with a swab. She fought the urge to gag. She felt herself go light headed, and tried to calm her ragged breathing. 

"Stay still," Alonzo ordered, as he brought his piercing gun to her tongue. Mokie closed her eyes, unable to watch. She felt a little bit of pressure, and then a sharp stinging sensation. 

She moaned in great distress.

"One more second, girl" said Alonzo as he grabbed a barbell and slid it through the hole. 

"Wait. I've changed my mind," Jason interjected. "If you had obeyed like a good slut, I was going to make it removable." Looking at his friend, Zo, he said, "Make it permanent."

Alonzo raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. Monique squealed, trying to beg him, to say she was sorry. 

She watched as Alonzo took a dab of super glue, screwing the pink top of the barbell on tightly. He shoved the metal through her tongue, and added a drop of glue to the underside, again tightening the ball.

"OK, all done. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Monique merely groaned as he released her tongue from the clamp. She pulled her pierced tongue into her mouth. She felt Jason remove the strap behind her neck, pulling the ring gag from her mouth, as Alonzo released her wrists from the chair.

He held a mirror up to her face, and ordered Monique to check out her new jewelry. When she opened her mouth and peeked, she emitted a deep and solemn moan, tears forming in her eyes.

"How could you..." she began, then noticed how the stud caused a slight, but definite speech impediment. It reminded her of when she had to wear a retainer after her braces were removed in middle school. 

Looking directly at Monique, Alonzo said, "That will be fifty bucks."

She stared at Jason. Jason stared right back.

"Don't just sit there, pay the man!" Jason ordered. 

"I didn't bring any money! I didn't know I would be needing any!"

"Well, Alonzo. Is there something she can do?"

"There is only one alternate form of payment, and it would involve putting that new stud to use," he said.

"Well, if that is the only option, get to it, slave," Jason said, grabbing her hair behind her ear and pulling her off the chair.

"Please, Sir. I can pay, I promise. I will send a check for twice the amount due. I'm good for it."

"We don't take checks, bitch. It's cash or head. No credit offered."

Alonzo was now sitting in the padded chair, and Jason was holding Mokie against him but facing Alonzo. Alonzo whipped out his cock, already erect, and held it straight up for her. Jason held her at the waist and pushed her back forward, bending her over at the waist.

Alonzo grabbed both sides of her head around the ears and pulled her mouth towards his dick. 

Monique's first reaction was to resist. This is not how she operated. She was always in control. She had used oral sex as a tool to get what she wanted. It was for her pleasure. Now her every move was controlled and orchestrated by Jason. 

Until she found a way out, she also knew there was no choice but to obey, and so she opened her mouth to take him inside. 

Jason grabbed each of her arms and pulled them behind her back, disabling her from holding onto the chair for support. His erection was trying to fight through his shorts, grinding against her thong-covered pussy, forcing her forward onto Alonzo's cock. 

With her numb tongue, it was hard for her to tell the difference, but Alonzo was loving the feel of the cold, metal stud running up the bottom of his dick. He bounced her head up and down with his hands, recognizing that she could not do it herself with her hands secured behind her back.

Jason raised her wrists towards her shoulder, forcing her to bend more deeply at the waist and moan in discomfort. 

As her head was forced up and down the cock, Mokie took inventory of her situation. She was bent over at the waist, her arms twisted high behind her back, a rubber plug was stuffed in her ass as she sucked off a stranger as payment for a tongue piercing she didn't even want. Jason had taken her a long way in under 24 hours.

"Stay in this position, slut," Jason warned as he released her and backed away. Of course, her wrists and arms dropped slightly from their forced position. She spread her legs a little to keep her balance now that Jason wasn't holding her in place. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jason with his camera.

Flash. Flash. Flash. He rattled off photos of her stuffed with dick, which she was sure he would use to control her further. Alonzo shoved her deeper down his dick with one hand, and with the other made some kind of gang sign gestures to the camera, demonstrating his dominance over her.

"MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!" Mokie sputtered, a sign that she was having trouble breathing. 

"Oh, fuck yeah, bitch, take my cum," Alonzo warned. He held her head in place as he shot his load straight down her throat. 

"kack, kack, kack," Mokie continued, swallowing his seed. Stream after stream shot straight down her throat. None of it spilled out of her mouth.

"Very good girl," said Alonzo. "Very skilled. You must do that all the time." He mocked her as he kept his softening dick between her lips. As he held her there, Jason came over and pulled her thong down to the floor.

"For you, friend," he said, tossing them to Alonzo. "For your wall."

"I am going to have to keep this one in a special location. This bitch is special," he responded. "And hey, check it out. Sopping wet. This cunt loves it!"

Alonzo let go of Mokie's head and let her up. She stood, erect but woozy, disoriented by the whole experience. She was mortified that her body had been turned on by their assault. 

"Alright, we have to go before the streets get too busy," said Jason. They exchanged their goodbyes as Jason grabbed Mokie's hand and led her outside. He could tell by her demeanor that she was embarrassed, shocked and humiliated, which only turned him on further.

"Listen, you should be happy about this. Now you can serve me better, which means I will be happier with you, and less likely to turn you in."

That was little consolation for Mokie, who was trying to devise schemes on how to prevent any of her friends from identifying her new adornment.

Jason opened the door for her and ushered her inside his car.

"Lift your skirt so that your bare ass and pussy are in direct contact with the seat." Mokie complied, shifting her skirt back until she could feel her dampness on the fabric. "Very good, now spread your legs." Again, Mokie obeyed. Only a few inches of her skirt hid her sex from him.

"Stay like that for the duration of the ride home, pet." This was the final time he spoke to her for the rest of the drive. "Pet" echoed in her mind as the car moved along.

The entire ride home, every bump in the road and rumble of pavement purred against her pussy. Just enough to tease but not get her off. She spent the trip gripping tightly to the door handle and the arm rest, praying her body would not yield to the stimulation, that Jason would not realize what was happening within her.

She was relieved to see her apartment appear up ahead. Escape from the torments and shock of the morning was near.

Jason pulled up and unlocked the doors. "You are free for the rest of the morning and afternoon. I will call you later with further instructions. Make sure your cell is charged and with you at all times." 

"Oh, and I assume you are going to shower, so I want you to shave off every hair below your neck. If I find one hair, you will be punished for it. Two hairs and you don't want to know what the punishment will be." She had turned to just stare, mouth not open, just staring as though in a trance.

"And one more thing. Take those pearl studs out of your ears. Earrings send a message and I want your message to be 'fuck me,' so hoops only from now on."

That was his goodbye. 

Mokie opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk, quickly making her way inside, her new tongue stud clicking at the insides of her teeth, reminding her of her captivity. She did not look back, did not say a word, but Jason's chuckling haunted her as she opened the door to her apartment.

.....

Upstairs in Mokie's apartment, her roommate, Jennnifer, sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. The room was tranquil, silent, and Jenn did her best to enjoy her solitude. But her peaceful demeanor at this early weekend hour belied the tempest that was brewing inside her. 

She had only known Mokie a few months before they rented this place together, and they both had done it out of necessity instead of friendship. They were both looking for a partner to share the ridiculously high rent in this neighborhood, and they both happened to be ending their previous lease at the same time. It was strictly a matter of convenience.

But lately, the arrangement had not been so cordial. Jenn had grown to resent the way Mokie walked around the apartment dressed like a slut, always going out of the way to exaggerate her features in order to attract men. 

She also hated Mokie's horrible roommate habits. Jenn did all of the food shopping, most of the cleaning, and, on the rare occasion that they ate together, she did all the cooking. It was obvious that Monique was an only child, expecting to have things done for her instead of making do herself.

Things really started to take a turn for the worse last week when Jenn's boyfriend left her. While there was no solid proof of this, Jenn felt that he left her because he thought he had a chance with Mokie. She had caught him on numerous occasions eyeing her as she pranced around the apartment in her skimpy PJs. But Jenn never called him out for it because, in reality, she just couldn't blame him.

While she was constantly denying it to herself, deep down Jenn was bi-curious. On certain nights, lying alone in her bed, she would dig deep into her fantasies and envision Mokie as she stroked herself to orgasm. As much as she hated her as a roommate, she would love to get between the sheets with her, given the opportunity. She was just too shy to ever attempt it.

But as she sat at the table, she was focusing her thoughts on why she hated Mokie, and this morning she could add slamming the door at 5:30am to the list. The jolt had rocked her from her sleep, and now she was groggy on what should have been a relaxing Tuesday morning. She was trying to build up the nerve to say something.

Just then the door swung violently open, and Mokie ran through the dining area with a complete disregard for her roommate. Jenn's eyes followed her across the room until Mokie disappeared into her bedroom. 

In her haste, Mokie forgot to close her door, which Jenn misinterpreted as an invitation to enter and find out what was going on. She brought her mug to the door frame and looked into Mokie's room. She would forever be glad that she did.




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 02



Mokie had collapsed on her bed, face down, and was sobbing. Her ass was facing the door, and with her short skirt and lack of panties, her bare skin and rubber plug was on full view to Jenn.

"Whaaaaaa..." coming from the open doorway caused Monique to turn in surprise. Jennnifer was standing there with a look of complete shock on her face.

"Jenn, what the fuck?! Close the door!" Mokie hissed. She shifted on the bed and slid under her sheets.

"So sorry, Mokie. I just couldn't help but hear your sobbing, and wanted to see if you were OK," Jenn lied.

"I didn't realize you were awake, Jenn. What are you doing up?"

"Seriously, Mokie? You're asking me that? I woke up when you stormed out this morning because you slammed the door so hard. Now you return, dressed like that, and you ask me what I'm doing up? And why is your speech slurred?"

Mokie covered her mouth in embarrassment, and then realized there was no escaping it. "I got my tongue pierced," she said. So much for trying to keep it a secret. She wasn't back home for thirty seconds and someone already knew.

"Why, Mokie? That is such a slutty thing to do! And why would you go dressed like that?" Jenn demanded. She was so close to asking about the butt plug but decided she might not even want to know the answer.

Thinking quickly, Mokie replied, "I thought I might be able to flirt my way to a better price."

Jenn shook her head and huffed. "You're ridiculous," she mustered, and stormed off.

Mokie ran to the door and shouted after her, "It's none of your business!" and shut her door.

She collapsed in bed, in desperate need of rest.

.....

Mokie slept for a few hours, giving into the fatigue that resulted from her lack of sleep the night before. When she awoke, it was 1 pm. Futilely, she touched her tongue, hoping it has all been a nightmare, but she felt the stud smack dab in the middle of her tongue. She sighed, and decided that unless Jason called and ordered her otherwise, she would stay in her room the rest of the day.

She attempted to focus her attention on her studies, but her mind kept wandering to her predicament. Try as she might, laying on her bed attempting to read a few pages, she just could not concentrate. Then, with a jump, she remembered Jason's command that she be hairless below the neck the next time he saw her. 

She hopped from her bed, not wanting to obey this ludicrous demand, but knowing it would better for her if she did. She peeked out in the living area, and, not seeing Jenn, strode through it and into the bathroom.

She closed the door behind her and slumped over the sink, staring into the mirror just inches from her face. She held out her tongue and cringed at the vulgarity that impaled her. She lifted her tongue to look at the stud from below, hoping she might find a way to remove it.

Tilting her head to the side, she noticed the pearl studs and was reminded of Jason's additional order to remove them and to wear hoops only. She put the studs on the counter, planning to replace them after her shower.

She turned on the hot water in the shower and the moment she stepped over the ledge, she felt the plug in her ass. She stepped back, somewhat surprised she had not noticed it before. Somehow it had become a part of her, and it had felt quite normal, or she had blocked out the sensation, with so many other things to think about. She tossed these thoughts through her mind in a nanosecond.

Squatting down, she tugged tentatively on the plug. It had been in so long and embedded itself so snuggly, that it took several pulls and grunts until it popped free. She felt surprisingly empty, and giggled inwardly at the absurdity of that thought. 

Monique looked at the slimy plug with disgust, the giggles dying in her throat at the thought of what she held in her hand. She held it under the hot water to wash away God-knows-what, and then turned to lay it on the back of the toilet.

As she finally stepped into the shower, her phone started ringing in her bedroom. She could not hear it.

Jenn, on the other hand, was distracted by the ringtone, and went into Mokie's room to turn off the phone. She picked it up to see who it was: Jason. She did not know why, but she was compelled to answer it.

"Hello?" she answered.

"How are you liking your new fixture, slave?" Jason asked, not realizing it was not Mokie's voice.

"Excuse me?" Jenn retorted.

"Oh, uh," Jason stammered, realizing his error. "My bad. Is Mokie there?"

"Yeah, but she is indisposed at the moment. Can she call you back?" Jenn answered, her hands shaking under the power of Jason's authoritative manner, the word "slave" echoing in her mind. 

"No. Just tell her I will be there in 15 minutes." He hung up.

Jenn started to put together some of the pieces. By some means, she surmised, this Jason character had a significant relationship brewing with her roommate. She did not know if it was fun and games or more serious, but there was one thing she knew for sure: she wanted to know more.

She heard the shower turn on, followed by the sound of Mokie stepping into it. 'Good,' she thought to herself. 'A valid reason not to deliver the message.'

Mokie set to work shaving her body. For the most part, the only hair beneath her neck was her pubic hair, which she kept tight and trimmed. But she could hear Jason's words as though he were right there, "Two hairs and you don't want to know what the punishment will be." She really didn't, so she diligently went about scanning every square inch of her body for random hairs.

Meanwhile, Jason arrived at the door, knocking firmly but not so loud that it drew attention from neighbors. Jenn answered.

"Hey," she said, holding out her hand to shake. "I'm Jenn, Mokie's roommate."

"Hi," Jason said, eyeing her up and discovering an incredible lust building inside him. Blond and tan, athletic and trim, she was wearing a pleated red mini skirt with a white tie-top accenting her very amble breasts. Sexy and at least an inch or two taller than Monique, Jason was taken aback. He should have realized that Monique would room with another equally attractive female, but was nevertheless delighted.

He held her hand a moment longer than usual. "Sorry for the confusion earlier."

"Uh, yeah, no problem. You did surprise me though. What did you mean by 'slave'?"

Jason raised an eyebrow, not sure where this conversation might go and how her roomie would react. For some reason, the way Jenn looked at him with curiosity, rather than accusation, inspired him to go forward. "Yeah, well, just a term of endearment."

That made Jenn laugh, an infectious, teasing and natural laugh that set Jason at ease and made him wonder.

"Well, judging by your tone, you have some kind of control over Mokie."

"Really?" Jason said, the possibilities running through his mind. "Why?"

"I don't know, to be honest," Jenn said, blushing. "I just thought that maybe, uh, like, I don't know, I could get involved or help, whatever."

"Help with what?"

"Oh, never mind, forget it."

Jason knew he had gone as far as possible without crossing the line, and now decided to move forward. Nothing ventured... If he was reading Jenn's indirect messages incorrectly, he could always back off and say it was just Anthony and Cleopatra play acting.

"Did you give her my message?" he asked, figuring that would give him a direction in which to proceed.

"No, she was in the shower, and still is. She's taking forever, which is typical. Using up all the hot water."

Jason felt the irritation in Jennnifer's voice. "If she is being obedient, she is shaving every hair off her body, below the neck. I commanded this of her, so she better get it right."

"Just because you commanded it?" Jenn asked.

"Well, let's say I have a little dirt on her, so yes, she is my slave until I get tired of her."

"Slave like, she does whatever you say?" Jennnifer's mind was racing. 

"Exactly." 

"I mean, what does that mean?" Jenn was feeling an excitement in her belly that was hard to define.

"Just what I said, she will do anything I say or she faces unacceptable consequences." 

Jenn could not take her eyes off his teasing grin. "Like, I mean, sex?"

"Anything."

"Was the tongue piercing your idea?"

"Yes."

"And she had a rubber plug in her ass. I saw it when I walked in to check on her after she returned this morning."

"Yes, that too. I said, 'anything.'"

The words were out of her mouth before she had a chance to think. "Let me join you. Please."

"Why? I thought you were friends."

"Hardly. Look, we don't get along at all. As a roommate and a person, I put up with her, that's all."

Jason needed more details before he would share his prize with another person. "What do you mean, 'put up with'?"

"She is lazy, infatuated with her own body, and even though she has brains, she uses them to manipulate people. In a word, she is a bitch first class. She is not a friend of mine and the moment this school year ends, we are gone."

Jason paused, not believing is luck. It was almost too good to be true. A partner in crime with a motive? 

"Oh, Jason, please! Let me join you. I will do anything to give that bitch what she deserves."

"Alright," Jason said. "You want to help? Sneak into the bathroom and remove all the towels and all of her clothes. Make her come out here stark naked."

Jenn felt her pussy spasm with excitement, just thinking about it. She tiptoed to the door and gently nudged it open. The water pressure was strong enough that she was able to sneak around the room, removing Mokie's clothes, her towels, and even the floor mat, just in case. She brought them all back to the living room and dumped them on the floor.

"Well done!" Jason said. "I guess you can join the fun."

"Yes!" Jenn squealed. "Thank you!"

"Just let me run things, and I promise you will enjoy yourself."

.....

A few minutes later, a confused Mokie poked her head out of the bathroom, trying to hide her nudity behind the door.

"Jenn?" she whispered. "Are you doing laundry or someth...AAHHH!" she screamed as Jason emerged from out of view and grabbed her hair. He pulled her head downward until she collapsed on one knee in the door frame. A moment of stunned horror came over her as she felt his power in an instant. To her surprise, she blurted out, "Master!" She instantly wished she could retract it; it so blatantly belied the fact that he was invading her subconscious. 

"Master, what?" he spoke in an aggravated, elevated tone, just beneath a yell. "Why are you not prepared for my arrival?"

"Please, Jason, I..." she was interrupted again with a yank of her hair. She grimaced in pain, trying to reach her hands to his to ease his grip. 

"Please, Master," she tried again. He eased up a little. "I was shaving as you requested. I never heard you call!" she cried.

"I told you to take your phone with you everywhere you go, and this is why. Now you are wasting my time waiting for you to get ready."

"Please, Master, can we take this into my room? I think my roommate is still here."

"You think correctly," said Jason. "But somehow I don't think she will mind." He turned his head towards Jenn, sitting at the table just outside of Mokie's line of sight. 

"Do you mind?" he asked.

"No, sir, not at all. I'm thrilled someone is finally teaching this bitch a lesson."

"What? Jenn? Please! How could you?" Mokie cried, wiggling her body between her knees and her scalp, still secure in Jason's grasp.

Jenn strode confidently up to the kneeling girl. It was somehow doubly humiliating to be naked in front of Jenn. After all, Jason had already seen her naked the previous day.

"You heard me right, bitch. You have been a pain in my ass since we moved in together. So when I caught wind of this little charade you have going on, I couldn't help but join in the fun. You really should have kept your cell phone with you at all times."

Mokie was now shedding a steady flow of tears. Not only had she been exposed, and not only to someone she knew well, but that person, a woman, no less, was going to join in her abuse. She could not believe it.

"What is her name, pet?" asked Jason.

"Jennnifer," answered Mokie.

"But how are you going to refer to her?"

Mokie knew what he wanted to hear, but an ounce of defiance remained in her. "Miss," she said.

But this time Jenn leaned forward and smacked her hard on the other cheek. "Guess again," she said. "And please, guess wrong," she dared, waving her open palm in her face.

The blow had knocked some of her hair from behind her ear to the front of her face. Through these damp strands, Mokie stared straight up into Jenn's face, which was her only option given the way Jason was twisting her neck. She resigned. "Mistress."

"Very good," said Jason. "And that is whether or not I am around. When I am gone, Jenn will be your supervisor. You will do what she commands when she commands it, or you will answer to me."

Addressing Jenn, he said, "If she misbehaves in any way, just call me."

"With pleasure," Jenn answered.

"Now, slut, I order you to attention," said Jason, referring to the position he taught her at the tattoo parlor. He let go of her hair so she could maneuver at her own will.

Mokie hung her head, both in shame and to stretch out the ache that two minutes of craning had inflicted on her neck. After wracking her mind for the specific position, she rose, spreading her legs the width of the doorway. She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward and her ass out, before locking her hands behind her neck. 

"Oh, my God," said Jenn, stifling a giggle by covering her mouth. As shameless as this position was, she was salivating at the thought of dominating this girl. She was simply stunning, even in this depraved state.

"Let's see how well, or poorly, you are prepared for my visit," Jason said. 

With Jenn looking on, Jason began running his hands over her, starting at her ankles and working his way up. He stroked her behind the knees, sending chills up her spine. Mokie fought the urge to break formation as her worked his way up her inner thighs.

He approached her pussy from behind, cupping it and sliding upward towards her clit. With his other hand, he pressed against the area where her pubic hair had been and scoped it out for any stray hairs. He found none, but did notice that his hand in her pussy was getting juicy. 

Monique could not suppress the moan that escaped her lips.

"Are you enjoying this, slut?" he asked.

She knew the answer that he wanted, but could not say it with Jennnifer standing right there. "Noooo," she groaned.

Looking at Jenn, Jason said, "That is not what her pussy says. Tell us the truth, slut!" Grasping Monique's pussy in his powerful grip, he hissed, "Full and complete answer, slut!"

Monique nearly squealed her reply, lifted to her tip toes by his grasp of her newly-shaven hot box. "Master! Yes, Master, ok, please, I'm enjoying it. Please, Master, please not so hard." In fact, she enjoyed not one part of this God-awful moment, but she knew her pussy was wet, and was shocked her body was telling a different story than her mind. 

He released his grip, stood, and skipping her toned midsection, he examined her armpits. He traced her every contour with his fingernails, drawing muted squeals from Mokie. She wanted to clamp down on his fingers to stop the tickling, but knew better.

Jason pulled her hair behind her ears so he could inspect her lobes. With a disapproving shake of the head, he stood back, next to Jenn, and eyed her up and down.

"Well, you did an excellent job shaving," he admitted. "I was really hoping to find a few stragglers so I could punish you even harder."

Mokie was relieved, thinking she had spared additional humiliation. It was short-lived.

"But, you still gave me enough to punish you for."

"What have I done, Master?" pleaded Mokie.

"You are missing your hoop earrings, which I specifically demanded. And where is your butt plug?"

"I'm sorry, Master. I took it out to shower. It is on the toilet."

"I'll go get it, sir," Jenn declared, excited to see the plug put to use.

"No, let the slut get it. Slut, keep your hands locked behind your neck. Fetch the plug with your mouth. Move," Jason ordered, giving the wide-eyed Monique a mild swat on her naked ass.

Monique's body was shivering with fear and embarrassment. She quickly turned, and while her Master and Mistress watched, she leaned over the toilet, grasped the "filthy" butt plug in her mouth, and brought it back to Jason. She wondered if she should drop it at his feet, like a trained bitch, but just stood there, spreading her legs and arching her back, hoping to please Jason and avoid any further humiliation. 

"Jenn, there is something you can get. Her hoops, the biggest fuck-me hoops she has. You know where they are?"

Looking at Monique, Jenn confirmed, "Top drawer?"

Monique sadly nodded her head, the plug "bone" sticking out both sides of her mouth.

Jennnifer returned a few minutes later, Monique's largest hoops twirling on Jenn's ring finger. "Here you go," she declared to Jason.

"Put them on our slut, will you. Her hands are otherwise engaged."

As Jenn hooked the earrings on her new slave, she whispered in her ear, "Doubt these will be coming off soon, hon. They really are you, gives everyone just the right message you love to flaunt." Monique moaned in humiliation.

"I actually have some special hoops on order, Jenn, so these are just temporary anyway."

"Oh, ok," Jenn smiled, though not sure exactly what Jason had in mind.

"Well, slut, now that you are properly decorated, let's get that plug in. Show Jenn how you do it."

Monique's eyes told it all, pleading with Jason not force her to replug her ass in front of her roomie. The hesitation was immediately noticed by Jason. "Are you asking for additional punishment, slut?

"No, 'aster," she slurred around the plug in her mouth, her voice dropping in defeat.

"Then you may unlock your hands, take your plug, and squat and do it quickly. We are wasting a lot of time here."

Horrified at being seen by Jenn, Monique took the plug, wet from her saliva, and squatting in the doorway, slowly impaled herself, while Jenn clapped with glee.

"Wait, stop, slave," Jenn commanded, dashing from the room. Monique looked at Jason for help, knowing she was just one push from completing this miserable task. In seconds, Jenn was back.

"Ok, go ahead, look at me, and smile, slut!" Jenn ordered. 

Seeing that Monique was not obeying, Jason repeated the command. "You heard your Mistress, finish the job and look at her and smile!"

Knowing the Jenn was documenting the entire ordeal on her cell, Monique obeyed, smiling as the final inch of the plug nestled deep within her anal passage.

"Very nice," Jenn sarcastically said. "You are quite photogenic, you know that, slut?" Monique did not respond, just crouched, head down in defeat.

"Your Mistress asked you a question, slut, and you need to give her a complete response, NOW!" Jason bellowed the last word, causing Monique to jump, afraid she was about to be slapped.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress." What else could she say that would not get her into more trouble. She realized that every question she was asked had to be answered in the affirmative. 

"You know, Jenn, you've had to put up with a lot from this bitch, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir, you can't believe how lazy and sloppy and inconsiderate she is."

"I don't think a simple 'I'm sorry' will suffice. If I give her to you for, oh, 30 minutes or so, what would you like her to do for you?

Jenn was still having a hard time believing her good fortune, and, as she was worried this might not last forever, she jumped right into the deep end. "I want that tongue stud to dance around my clit until I cum on her face."




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 02



Mokie could not believe her ears. Where had all this anger come from?

"I like the sound of that," said Jason. "Where do you want her?"

"Right over here," said Jenn, gesturing to the living room table. She stood with her ass against the side of the table and swung her left leg up onto one of the chairs, opening up her pussy for Mokie's tongue. Monique took a second look, noticing her roomie was wearing no panties nor thong under her skirt.

"You heard your Mistress. Get over there and lick some cunt," Jason ordered. 

"Crawl over here," Jenn amended. 

Mokie looked to Jason, as if he could overrule that command. He responded by smacking her hard on the ass. "Do as you are told, whore."

Mokie dropped to her knees and fell forward onto her hands, and slowly crawled to Jenn's spread sex. Jenn peered at her catlike movements as she made her way across the carpet. 

Jenn reached down and grabbed Mokie's wet hair, pulling her slave's head into her pussy. Mokie had to bring her hands off the ground to reach her target, and now leaned forward on just her knees. Her hands came to the table and chair for balance.

Jenn ground her pelvis forward, while her left hand pulled a handful of hair and forced the back of Mokie's head deeper into her.

She looked down into the eyes of this girl who had made her life so miserable for the past several months. Using that rage to fuel her, she pulled Mokie deeper. Her pubes scratched against Mokie's nose and upper lip.

"Stick that tongue out, bitch," she commanded. Mokie was slow to respond, so Jenn asked for some help.

"Jason, our slut could you some persuasion. I don't think she's getting into the spirit of things," she said. 

"With pleasure," he said, kneeling down behind her. As he put one hand on her ass, Mokie gave a half-hearted effort to obey, sticking the tip of her tongue in Jenn's anxious hole. It did not suffice.

With his other hand, Jason reached around and pinched Monique's sensitive nipple.

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Mokie screamed, muffled by Jenn's oozing sex.

"Get your tongue in that pussy, bitch! This is your last warning. When you service your Master or Mistress, you will give total effort and show total enthusiasm." Mokie, all of a sudden fearing her roommate as much as Jason, forced her tongue beyond her lips as far as it would go. Jenn was on cloud nine. Mokie was in hell.

She had never been with a woman, nor had she ever intended to be with one. The idea of receiving oral sex from a guy turned her off. The idea of giving it to a girl, in such a painful way, was more degrading than the stud in her tongue.

And to make matters worse, Jason was teasing her nipple and causing it to get as hard as a bullet. She was completely at their mercy. She could not move any further forward nor backward as Jenn's pussy and Jason's hand firmly on her ass served to bookend her securely in place.

Jenn clamped down tight on her slave's head and thrust her hips up and down the length of Mokie's protruding tongue. Her hole and her clit rocked back and forth on the stud and against Mokie's nose. Juices were smeared all over the bottom half of Mokie's face, making the gliding easier and more pleasurable.

Mokie gagged, overwhelmed by the powerful smell and infrequent bursts of oxygen. Her back convulsed as a deep, guttural cough escaped from her lips. It would have been considered a turn-off to most people, but her grunts were a sign that she was suffering, and Jenn reveled in it.

So did Jason. He had switched hands and now was intensely stimulating her other nipple and then suddenly with his free hand, he began spanking her left cheek. He hit her with hard, quick strokes, causing her firm ass to jiggle as much as possible. Mokie kept her right hand on the chair for support, but removed her left hand from the table and brought it to her ass in a feeble attempt to fend off the onslaught.

Jason chuckled. He grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm, bending it at the elbow and pinning it to her back. 

"Don't interfere, slave," he chastised, each word punctuated by a twist of the plug in her ass. "Go – twist – for – grunt – the – gasp – sweet – hmphhh – nectar – grunt – of – thrust – your – gasp - Mistress! Deeper, show how you love the taste! Thrust Deeper! Go – hmphhhh – for – gasp – it," he screamed, Monique moments from plunging into the sexual abyss.

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Mokie screamed, tears starting to stream down her cheeks, as she plunged her tongue and licked the juices of her roomie, sounds of enthusiasm and lust coming from her in waves. 

Her screams sent shock waves into Jenn's clit, who was purring like a wanton sex goddess. It was the easiest orgasm she ever reached. With a final tug, she pulled Mokie as far as possible against her sex, finally exploding and squirting her cum into Monique's mouth, the same moment that Jason's plug thrusts pushed his slave over the edge into her own overwhelming orgasm. 

...to be continued



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 03



"Slut, say hello to Lenn," Jason ordered Mokie.

They had driven far from campus to the heart of the sleazy area of North Hollywood.

Jenn had suggested Mokie dress for the occasion, with the shortest white skirt she owned and a hot pink halter top. Monique was horrified when Jenn would not allow her any panties or thong; her newly shaved pussy and ass would be exposed unless she stood completely still and pulled down on the skirt. It was even possible her butt plug would be visible.

And then Jenn ordered her slave to strap on her high heeled sandals. Jason examined them for several moments, because they actually looked like the lock-on heels he planned to get for his pet. With the sandals, her long legs directed any observer straight to her pussy, and hiked the skirt even higher. She begged, telling her tormentors that they would get arrested. Jason just laughed and said, "Not where we're going, slut!"

Jason quietly ordered Jenn to remain behind and to bag up any of Mokie's clothes that did not fit her new image, and to take the "frumpy" ones to the Salvation Army shop. He told Jenn that he saw no reason to keep anything other than Mokie's thongs and two bras, one red, one black, as long as they were lacy and sexy.

Monique begged to be allowed a hoodie or coat to walk out of the apartment and down to the parking area, but Jason told her to be silent or be spanked. Mokie immediately stopped speaking, knowing that a red ass would just add to her humiliation.

When they got to Jason's car, he ordered his pet to flip up her skirt to completely expose her shaved cunt and to lock her hands behind her neck, to draw further attention to her breasts and hard nipples which were standing at attention under the silk halter.

Monique was miserable throughout the drive, looking straight ahead to avoid the stares and honks she received. Jason didn't help matters by lowering the roof of his fire red convertible. 

She was relieved they were leaving Westwood and headed east, far from eyes that she might know. They arrived at a shop called Love 'n Leather and parked in a spot on the side of the shop. Like a perfect gentleman, Jason walked around to open the door for his slave, telling her she could release her hands and get out of the car.

Monique knew right away this was going to be awkward and unpleasant. She could feel her ass stick to his vinyl seat and squeak as she rose.

"What's this, slut?" Jason angrily proclaimed. "You are an insatiable slut. Look at the mess you left on my car seat!" 

Monique looked down and knew that her pussy was once again stabbing her in the back. The seat was smeared with her juices.

"Bend over and lick it up, now!" Jason commanded with force.

Monique turned to stare at him, her mouth opened in shock.

"Now, or I will tan your ass right here and now!"

Monique was without another option, so she bent her knees and leaned into the car. 

"Knees straight! This is not an exercise session! This is a slut cleaning up her own mess."

Monique straightened her knees, knowing her ass was completely exposed and the black butt plug evident to any passersby. She stuck out her pierced tongue and timidly licked at the juicy deposits. She was almost knocked into the car with a swift and painful swat to her ass.

"You are not a kitty cat drinking from a bowl of milk. You are a slut who cannot control her own cunt. I want to see enthusiasm NOW!" Jason accented the world "NOW" with a twist to the butt plug. Mokie dove into her assignment with as much energy as she could summon. In seconds, she had cleaned the seat to a shiny gloss of saliva.

Taking her by the elbow, Jason tugged her from the car, and guided her into the side door of the shop. Things were moving so fast that Mokie could not anticipate nor prepare for what was happening. 

Hearing Jason greet Lenn, she looked up to see what her next demon looked like. Her heart skipped a beat and she blushed in shame. Unlike Alonzo, Lenn was in his late 20's, his blonde hair tousled as if by the wind along the coast. He was tan, about 6'2", broad shoulders, muscular build and an awesome smile. At any other time, Monique would have used her feminine wiles to attract his attention, hoping to hook up with him for one of her night club sex romps.

"Hello, Lenn, sir," she obeyed, speaking with a bit of a stutter and slur, her embarrassment and tongue stud stifling her usually strong speech. 

"You have really done well for yourself this time, bro," he addressed Jason, but his eyes never left Monique, examining every inch of her exposed flesh. "What are you in the market for today or are you putting her on the market," he lightly laughed. Mokie did not catch his humor, so mortified was she at this very moment. 

"Man, we need a lot. This bitch is in need of some serious training items and clothes," he answered, handing Lenn a hand-written list on lined paper.

Lenn opened it and scanned it up and down. He smiled an evil grin, nodding with every deviant item on the list. "No problem," he said, "What we don't have I can easily acquire. This isn't going to be cheap."

"Money is not that big an issue. The slut has assets that must be worth something, right?"

"Oh, right, for certain," Lenn smiled with glee, sending shivers down Mokie's spine.

"Let's go, slut." Jason pushed Mokie in the small of her back, encouraging her to follow Lenn to the back. They walked past several other customers on the way to the private display room. Each customer would have admitted she took their breath away. Monique wanted a hole to open and swallow her up. Her mouth was dry from apprehension. 

They made their way towards a dressing room of sorts, only this one was octagonal, with each of the eight walls covered floor to ceiling with mirrors. In the middle was a three-foot wide pedestal about a foot off the ground. 

"Strip." A one word command as though giving a directive to his pet bitch. 

Mokie could see there was no point in arguing. It never got her anywhere and perhaps if she was cooperative this trip would be over sooner rather than later. Besides, what she was wearing was not much more than being naked.

Once she had stripped and neatly dropped her clothes on the stand, and without being asked, she went to Attention. This was certainly not out of some desire to better display herself, but just to pacify these two men that had this temporary control of her life.

She looked around and saw her image a hundred times, reflected infinitely from all angles. 

While she was stripping, Jason and Lenn had ducked behind a curtain. She could not make out their plotting.

"Nice!" Lenn crowed, staring at the displayed girl before him. "I thought you said she was not trained, pal." He had brought out a plastic crate filled with numerous items of leather, metal, and rubber. Mokie recognized most of them.

"Yeah, well, we just started," said Jason, secretly delighted by the submissive behavior Mokie was showing.

Jason told Mokie to bow her head and put her arms to the side. He flipped her hair to the side and buckled on a very high posture collar. Her heart was beating like a drum.

Lenn then approached with a collection of black leather strips, interconnected to silver rings. He told her to put her arms out to the side. He began to wrap Mokie's body in this leather harness, his eyes often making contact with hers. He saw when she began to tear. He knew when she began to pant with heat. 

Mokie looked to the side, where Jason stood with a grim face. Suddenly she gasped, as Lenn ran his fingers along her pussy lips. She reacted by reaching for his hands the same moment as she looked into his gleeful eyes. Jason saw what was happening.

"Attention, slut!" he demanded

"But...," she tried to protest.

"Attention, I said!" Jason moved quickly behind her and grabbing at the leather strips that already crisscrossed her back, he landed three sharp slaps to her ass. "You do not break position, slave!" 

Mokie was whimpering in pain and frustration.

Lenn held up his wet fingers. "Just checking, girl. I knew you were loving this!"

Monique just continued to weep quietly, inwardly angry at the betrayal her body revealed.

"Ok, that is the top part of the harness," said Lenn as he stepped back slightly. "Those nipples need attention, Jas. Look at them, hard as a rock. I know," and he left the room.

"I was just getting ready to compliment you, slut, but now you have embarrassed yourself and me and you will pay for that. Your body does not belong to you any longer, and I will do with it what I please."

She looked at him with her lip quivering, unable to form any response.

Lenn had returned with a light chain dangling from his fist. "Don't move, girl. It will just make things worse. Your nipples need to be decorated." With that he attached clips to each nipple, using a screw to tighten it. Mokie merely moaned, not sure if the pain would increase any more.

When both nipples were clipped, Lenn tugged on the connecting chain and Mokie sucked in her breath through clenched teeth. He pulled her nipples until they were stretched tight. "You know, Jas, this is just not as good as if they were pierced."

Mokie's eyes shot open and it took all her will-power not to scream 'NO!' Her expressions said it all, however.

"All in good time, Lenn. Remember, we have just been together a couple of days. Rome was not built in a day," he laughed and Lenn laughed with him. Mokie just looked down at her stretched nipples. Lenn finally released the chain.

"Get up on the platform, slut," Lenn ordered. She obeyed without argument, totally defeated. Here was a good looking guy that was treating her like a dog. She was completely at the mercy of these two handsome, dominant men.

"I am assuming she is not a virgin, right?" Lenn asked as Mokie mounted the stand.

"According to her roomie, she's a fucking whore," Jason replied.

'That is so untrue,' Mokie thought. True, she had been fucked maybe 10 times over her years at UCLA, but that hardly qualified as a whore. 'Did it?' she wondered.

"Then let's fill the other hole and use the bottom straps as they are meant to be used. Attention!, whore," Lenn said, with a half-smile looking into her sad eyes. Mokie obeyed, spreading her legs, locking her hands, and thrusting out her clipped breasts. 'I'm a fucking trained dog, that is what I am!'

Lenn had reached into the crate and pulled out the longest dildo she had every seen, far bigger than any cock that had pierced her pussy.

"Please, no, it's too big," she managed to whimper. 

"I see what you mean about not being trained in basic slave behavior. Well, if we are going to fill two holes, might as well fill all three," suggested Lenn.

Jason was already on it. "Take her to the opera, or single sleeve?" Jason asked. 

"Single, I think." Mokie had no idea what they were talking about; she just knew that she had angered Jason once again. 

He pulled out a wide black glove from the crate. He walked behind Mokie and ordered, "Hands behind your back." She could tell from the tone of his voice that he was angry, so she quickly obeyed.

In just a few moments, Jason had maneuvered both of her arms into a sleeve that extended nearly to her armpit. The sleeve was fitted with rings and hooks, and in moments he began to tighten the bindings, causing her to groan in protest. He did not stop until her elbows were nearly touching and her breasts were thrust out to the extreme, as she tried to relieve the pain in her shoulders. 'How can I stop this,' she moaned to herself. 

As Jason finished this portion of the bondage, Lenn took a padlock and locked the tips of the glove to a strong piece of chain. Click. He pulled Mokie's arms higher from her body, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her heart jumped at the finality of the click. She tried to tug her hands apart, and knew there was no give whatsoever. She moaned, but Jason merely smiled at her discomfort. "You asked for this."

He turned and took the dildo gag from Lenn. Mokie's eyes widened and she could not resist. "Please," she begged, knowing her protest was completely futile. 

Monique hesitated only a moment when Jason held it before her face. One look in his eyes told her to obey. She opened her mouth and felt the dildo push against the back of her throat. She gagged and Jason pulled it out a bit. "Relax, slut, you brought this on yourself. If you hadn't opened your fucking mouth, this wouldn't be happening."

Again Jason inserted the dildo, reminding her to breathe through her nose. This time she did not gag and he strapped it behind her bowed head.

As he was strapping the mouth gag, Lenn had been testing her pussy, pushing in the dildo two inches, backing it out one, pushing in 3 inches, backing out one, until Mokie began to moan with frustration. She admitted it to herself, she loved to be fucked and her pussy was happily accepting this stranger by excreting large amount of love nectar. 

Monique's body was once again in the control of another, and she began to quiver with anticipation. Lenn looked at Jason, who just nodded, and then plunged the dildo the full 8 inches into her cunt. Monique bellowed with surprise and pain. Before she knew it, the plug and dildo were strapped into her body, using the leather strips at the bottom of her body harness. 

Monique was in the most helpless position of her young life. All her holes were filled to the max, she was unable to protect herself, and felt totally at the mercy of Jason and Lenn.

They stood back to admire their slave, smiling at each other. "I'll put her hair into a ponytail to better display her hoops and neck, while you get the stilettos, ok?"

"You got it," agreed Lenn.

Jason took a short piece of leather from the crate and tied up her hair into a high ponytail. Monique mewed when he pulled her hair too tightly.

"Now, the icing on the cake," sneered Lenn, removing five inch stilettos from a new box. 

Jason helped her down from the platform, since she had no use of her hands. He directed her to a chair and she grunted when he half dropped her, pushing in the plug and dildo even further.

As Lenn slid one of the stilettos onto Mokie's feet, Jason examined the box. "I thought we were going for six inches."

"I agree, but I don't have one in her size right now and these will be enough of a challenge the first time. Check it out," Lenn said. "They have a lock right here, so she can only take them off if you let her." He secured both of the stilettos with a tiny lock, and handed the key to Jason. Click. Again the sound of permanence, which echoed in Mokie's mind.

"I think a little anonymity is in order, Lenn," Jason offered.

"You're the Master," Lenn relented.

"Full or slit net?"

"I think the netted." Mokie had no idea what they were talking about, but knew she would not like it. "She needs to see where she is going and who is ogling."

Jason proceeded to strap a black mask over her eyes. She was surprised that she could actually see through small slits.

"OK, bitch. Up we go, time to meet the judges," Lenn said. 

'Judges?' Monique wondered. 'What does that mean!'

Mokie very shakily rose to her feet. It was near impossible for her to balance herself in these heals, but she managed. Slowly and gingerly, she was led out of the private dressing room. When she realized their plan, she protested and stopped moving, twisting her bondaged body right and left. "Fuck, she is like an unbroken horse," Jason complained. 

While Lenn held her tightly by the upper arms, Jason got a leash from the crate. Taking the metal in his hand, he proceeded to whip her exposed ass three times with the leather loop. Monique squealed in pain, trying to twist out of the way, but she had no chance.

With her ass ablaze, she watched as Jason connected the leash to the chain that joined the nipple clips, and handed it to Lenn. As he pulled the leash, she was nearly dragged through the curtain that led from the private room to the main floor. She tottered dangerously on the heels and without arms to balance her, she was terrified of falling.

'Noooooooooooooooooo," she screamed, her voice barely audible through the plug, but still audible enough to draw attention to her debut as a bondage slut.

Jason grabbed her by her left hoop earring, getting her full attention. "You agree to everything we say and do out here, slut, and I mean everything. One act of defiance and I sell you to the highest bidder, and your secret life becomes fully known to your family and the university, is that clear?" 

Mokie was afraid he would pull the earring right through her lobe, he was so angry. She nodded vigorously and tried to speak, "es, es, es!"

Confident that she would not make a scene, Lenn raised his voice to be heard around the shop. "If I could have your attention, please join us by the dressing room for a brief exhibition. The parent company of our shop," he adlibbed, "owns several similar stores throughout the nation, and they are considering live models to display the many products we have available." 

Monique could see through the slit that 7 people now gathered, staring at her and listening to Lenn. There was one couple that caught her attention. The guy was dressed in jeans, open collared shirt and leather jacket. His unshaven face and stern features caught Mokie's attention, but his wife/girlfriend was the surprise. She had followed her husband/boyfriend/Master and when she came into full view, Mokie took a quick gasp. 

She looked every part of a hooker or slave. She also was Asian and wore a short black, vinyl skirt was almost as short as the one Mokie had been forced to wear from her apartment to the shop. She wore a bolero top with laces in the front, black heeled boots that ended just below the knee, and while Monique was not positive, a stylish choker or collar. She seemed to be enjoying the scene, and had a comfortable smile on her face. She cocked her hip to the side, brought her hands up to her collar, and just stared at Mokie

The other 5 customers were all men of various ages and wearing non-descriptive clothes, nothing out of the ordinary. None drew her attention like the hooker.

"To protect her identity as well as yours, we have masked this model, who displays her charms and our products of her own free will, isn't that right, girl?" Lenn had tugged on the leash mid-sentence to get her attention. Mokie nodded with enthusiasm and tried to say "Yes" through the gag. No one would doubt she was anything other than a willing model, undoubtedly being paid well for her time, and body.

"So, we have all of these items in most sizes, except extra large," the gathering smiled and laughed at the thought. "The collar is your standard posture collar. We have many other types, some that might even pass for a choker or fine jewelry." Mokie looked at the whore and noticed how she fingered her own collar at that comment.

"The arm binders come in many styles, single and double sleeve, and I am sure you will agree the body harness leaves nothing to the imagination.

"Our model is stuffed with a medium ass plug, medium dildo, and a reversible mouth dildo gag." Mokie shuttered thinking that if these insertions in her holes were medium, she would be ripped wide open with large. 

"The gag can be reversed and used for girl on girl intercourse. And there is no better aphrodisiac than stiletto shoes, I'm sure you guys agree.

"Finally, her nipples are bound with the standard clips that come in many shapes and models.

"As part of her pay, this model wishes to hear comments about what she is wearing or how she appears, or how she could enhance her appeal to a general audience." Mokie was watching the faces in the crowd, which had now grown to 9, when two more college-aged guys arrived. She did not recognize them.




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 03



"Is she for rent?" one guy piped up, to the laughter of the others. Mokie shuddered.

Lenn pleasantly replied, "No, sorry."

"I notice she has pierced ears and belly button. Any other piercings?"

"Not sure," said Lenn, then tugged on the leash. "Do you?" Mokie knew what Jason would expect. She nodded 'yes.'

"I know it is a little hard to tell us where, but try," Lenn encouraged. Mokie pushed her head up, and made undecipherable sounds. "I think she is trying to tell you her tongue."

"Hot," the customer responded, to the affirmative murmurs of the others. "How about tats?" 

With little prompting from Lenn, she shook her head side to side. "That's a shame," commented another visitor.

The questions continued for a few minutes, flirtatiously complimentary of Mokie and her body and bondage items.

Mokie took a peek in Jason's direction. He was standing with the crowd, now at 10, with a wide smile on his face. Then Mokie took a glance back to the whore, who was whispering something in her guy's ear, and he nodded.

"May I touch, Sir?" the whore asked. Lenn hesitated for a moment, looked to Jason, and when he did not see any disagreement, said, "Yes, you may. We are not opening that as an option to the men at this time."

"Totally unfair, guy," said one of the newly arrived college guys. 

"Yeah, sorry, you missed my introduction," continued Lenn. "She is a model, here only to display the products. It is possible that we will use her again for other purposes." 

The college guy said, "Then put me on your email list, cause I wanna be here when that happens!" Again, a low level of laughter. Mokie was watching the whore, paying little attention to the conversation.

"Miss," Lenn encouraged, holding out the leash and handing it to the hooker, he stepped aside.

The hooker took the leash and wrapped it sensually round and round, drawing herself closer to Mokie. When they were nearly face to face, the whore whispered, "Can you see me?" Mokie was mesmerized and nodded 'yes.' 

"I think you are hot as hell and if it wasn't for these guys, I would reverse that gag and we could fuck each other's brains out. Would you like that, slut?" Mokie could not deny it, the moment was reaching such a heated level. She nodded 'yes' again.

"I'm going to give you my cell. It is easy to remember. 323-323343. Got it?" Mokie nodded, but the hooker repeated it again. Mokie felt her juices run down her thighs, much to her anguish. 

The whore reached down, and ran a finger along Mokie's inner thigh, stepped back, and with a wide smile licked her finger and said, "She is one hot model, I'll say that for her." The crowd voiced their agreement and roared with their willingness to taste the product.

"Thanks for sharing this moment with our new sales initiative. You could ensure her return if you would make a few purchases before departing. I would then report these as sale's increases due to the model."

Lenn held out the leash to Jason, who took it and pulled Monique to the back room, as Lenn attended to the customers. Apparently, the sales were going to improve tonight.

In the back, Jason unhooked the harness straps that held in the plug and dildo. Mokie's heart was beating very fast, as Jason pulled the dildo from her pussy, tossing it on the floor. Then he removed the mask, her face sweating beneath the leather.

Jason got up close, his face inches from hers. He reached down and ran a finger along her slit. "Hot, slut?" Mokie just stared at him, caught up in the heat of the moment.

Jason inserted two fingers, pulling her closer by her pussy. Then three, and then he began to pump as Monique began making guttural sounds. "You want me to fuck you, slut?" 'No,' she whimpered behind the gag.

"Tell the truth, slut. You want it, don't you? In fact, if I took out your gag you would beg for it, wouldn't you?" He pumped his finger faster and deeper. Had Mokie not already been in heels, he would have surely lifted her to her toes. 

"Just nod 'yes,' slut, and your wish comes true. Monique could not. She could not yield like this after what they had done. It took all her strength, every last ounce, to shake her head 'no.'

Jason released her pussy and laughed. "I don't believe you, but there is plenty of time to make your dream come true. Let's get back to your apartment. Gotta be alert for class tomorrow." Monique's entire body sagged from exhaustion. 

..... 

Mokie wearily opened the door to her apartment and nearly fell inside. She was exhausted, beaten, and hoping to fall into bed and pass out. Her time with Jason and Leonard had left her completely worn out, both mentally and physically. Her feet and calves ached. She prayed that Jenn would either be unaware of her return, or would not ask anything more of her that night. 

She gently closed the door and quietly turned the lock. She scanned the room for signs of life, but saw none. Relieved, she walked as quietly as the stilettos allowed towards her bedroom. Just when she started to turn the knob to her room, her heart sank.

"Ahem," Jenn warned from the door to her own bedroom. "Where do you think you are going?"

"Please, Jenn. Enough is enough," Mokie resisted, finding confidence in the absence of Jason. "Can we please just keep this charade up while Jason is around?"

"Excuse me? Did you just call me 'Jenn?' And what is that hanging from your hoop?'"

Mokie remained silent, not wanting to give in, but not wanting to dig a deeper hole.

As Jenn examined a key that had been hung from a thin wire which was tied to her hoop, "As far as you are concerned, I am Jason now. His instruction was to obey my every command, whether or not he is around. Now you must pay for your indiscretion. What is this key, slut?"

"The key to the lock on the heels, Mistress. Master ordered me to tell you that it is up to you if or when they are removed. I beg you, Mistress, to remove them. My legs are killing me after all these hours."

"You foolish slut, why could I care less about your comfort level. You belong in those stilettos 24/7 as far as I am concerned. You know, you don't only have to fear Jason. If I am not satisfied, the pictures I took early this afternoon go online. I am sure I can figure out your parents' email address."

With that, Mokie admitted defeat. Her shoulders slumped forward as she sighed, "I am sorry, Mistress."

"I bet you are," said Jenn. "But I have a zero tolerance policy. Strip, now, and let's see if Jason did anything else noteworthy."

Mokie had no choice. She used the doorway to support herself, removing the skimpy top and bottom. 

"Turn around," ordered Jenn. "Fuck, three nice stripes on your ass. Were you disobedient, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I swear, Jason is right. You talk like a stupid bimbo. Complete sentences with meaning, slut," and she punctuated her commented with a swat to Mokie's sore ass. 

"I'm sorry, Mistress," she wailed. "Yes, Master punished me for being a disobedient slave, Mistress!"

"More like it. Let's see what else. Still have that plug, naturally. Your neck is chafed and red. Why is that, slut?"

"Master had a wide collar on my neck, Mistress."

"It's a shame he removed it. You need to be collared permanently," she hissed. Mokie now feared Jenn far more than Jason. "No more piercings, no tats, nothing else?" Jenn sounded disappointed.

"No, Mistress, no other things."

"Hmmm, ok get in your room and stand at attention. I will be right in."

Mokie entered her room in resignation and assumed the position and waited for her Mistress to enter the room. 

A few minutes later, Jenn walked through the threshold as if it were her territory and set a couple items on Mokie's desk: a candle, some matches, an hourglass and a dildo, from what Mokie could tell.

"First of all, slut, a new rule. From now on, when you enter this apartment, you will come to me and ask if there is any way in which I can use you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," answered Mokie.

"Second of all, I am feeling generous tonight, so you get to decide how much abuse you take. Now lie face down on the bed."

Mokie broke formation and obeyed this command, lying face down across the short Length of her bed. 

"Now, let's put that yoga to good use. Reach your arms back and grab onto the heels of those fuck me stilettos."

Mokie did as she was told, understanding why Jenn had instructed her to keep the heels on. She bent her knees so that she could reach them, and grabbed onto each of them tightly. Her back arched, so that her body worked into almost an oval.

"That's a good little pet," mocked Jenn, staring between her legs. "Now, if you can hold this position for five minutes, then you are free for the rest of the night. If you cannot, then you must slowly work that dildo in and out of my pussy until I cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mokie answered.

"Aren't you going to thank me for my generosity?"

"Thank you, Mistress. Your offer is more than your pet deserves," Mokie responded. 

She had performed this position in yoga numerous times, and had no doubt that she could hold it for five minutes. She thought for certain this night would be over quickly.

"Time begins now, slave." Jenn flipped the hourglass on the desk.

Mokie slowed her breath, as had been instructed, and easily got through the first minute. Jenn was enjoying herself nonetheless, peering shamelessly between her arched legs.

"Not bad, slut. Let's kick up the intensity a little," said Jenn.

Mokie craned her neck to see what was happening, and though she could not see Jenn from her vantage point, she soon figured it out. Jenn grabbed the base of her butt plug and slowly pulled it out of her ass.

"Ahhhh," Mokie moaned as her anal passage was left vacant. She had grown so accustomed to the plug, it felt wrong for it not to be inside her.

Jenn brought the plug around to the other side of the bed and held in in front of Mokie's face. 

"Open up," she commanded. Mokie reluctantly obeyed, spreading her mouth wide enough to accommodate the plug. Jenn forced it inside her mouth and ordered her to hold it there. 

She returned to the desk as Mokie held the filthy piece of rubber in her mouth, doing her best to avoid gagging. She could smell it as much as she could taste it. 'Three more minutes,' she thought to herself.

But her thoughts quickly became more pessimistic when she heard the strike of a match. She desperately did not want to be burned. But that was not Jenn's intention. She returned and held the lit candle in Mokie's face, showing her the pool of wax that was quickly forming.

"Good luck," she offered with mock sincerity. 

She climbed on the bed next to Mokie and admired her target. Before she started with the wax treatment, she brought her left hand to Mokie's mouth and grabbed the plug. She slowly slid it in and out of her mouth, cleaning it off against her tongue.

Just as Mokie felt a convulsive gag coming on, the first splash of hot wax fell on a line down her spine. 

"Mmmmmmm!!!!!!" Mokie shouted, her body rocking in pain, but for now maintaining her grip on the heels. 

"Very close, slut. Just two minutes more," said Jenn, content on preventing her from completing five minutes.

She tilted the candle over Mokie's ass and let a new wave of wax fall across each cheek. Mokie clenched her perfect butt in response, still holding onto her heels for dear life. 

Jenn let go of the plug for a moment and spread Mokie's ass with the same hand, exposing her anus. She poured a short spurt of wax directly onto it, which shook Mokie like an earthquake. Her body rippled like an accordion, but miraculously she held onto the heels.

"Impressive," said Jenn. Thirty second remained. She had a feeling that if she cold withstand wax in her asshole, then wax in her pussy would not be that much more effective. Quickly, she formulated a last ditch effort to break the pose.

She aimed the candle directly at Mokie's fingers and let fly. The burning wax landed cruelly on her grip, and as Mokie's hand spasmed in shock and pain, her heels dropped away from her, her legs extending flat on the bed. 

"Noooooo!!!" Mokie screamed into her gag. She turned to confirm that the hourglass had not yet run out, and she witnessed it expire about five seconds later. She let her head drop face forward into the mattress in frustration.

"So close, slut. Alas, the night goes on. Take out your gag and reinsert it, slut." Jenn heard the slurping sound as Mokie removed it, making a grimace with her face, and then watched as her roomie easily slid the plug back into its home in her ass. 

Jenn walked over to the desk and picked up the dildo. She slid it easily into her own pussy, well-lubricated from the thought of dominating her pet. She flipped the hourglass again.

"Five minutes to make me cum, slut, or we play for five more minutes after that."

She crawled back onto the bed, her head at the headboard, and stayed in a doggie style position. "Time is a' wasting, slave. I suggest you get a move on."

Mokie pulled herself up to her knees behind her Mistress and grabbed the base of the dildo. 

"I prefer it slow and steady," said Jenn. Mokie obliged, slowly pulling the dildo out of her roommate-turned-owner before sliding it back in. She continued the motion for a couple minutes with limited results.

"You are going to have to try harder than that, pet, unless you want to spend another five minutes receiving my abuse."

"Please, Mistress," pleaded Mokie, not wanting this night to last any longer than need be. "Would you tell me what else you enjoy?"

"I'm in this position for a reason, slut. Bury your tongue in my asshole. That will drive me wild!"

Mokie was repulsed at this idea. It was bad enough to have cleaned her own ass plug, but now she was being asked to stimulate Jenn's ass hole! 

Mokie used her free hand to spread her roommate's ass, and stared reluctantly into her crack. She was clean and toned in every way, but this was a dehumanizing request. She was not a dog. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, feeling her Mistress with her nose first, before extending her tongue and searching out her asshole.

She found it, but she cold not bring herself to push her tongue inside at first. She flicked the tip of her tongue around her Mistress's sphincter, which Jenn enjoyed, but not enough.

"Two minutes, slut. Better try a little harder."

Mokie suppressed any pride that remained and pushed her tongue forward, wedging it a couple centimeters inside her owner. Jenn started juicing more, but was not yet close to cumming.

"Here, slave, let me help you," she said, reaching behind her back and grabbing a fistful of Mokie's hair. She pulled hard, causing Mokie's face to spread her cheeks further. Mokie felt like half her tongue was inside Jenn's ass now.

"Oh, yeah!" Jenn moaned as the slippery worm worked its way around her ass. She raised her torso to a forty-five degree angle and grabbed the top of the headboard with her other hand. She kept a firm grip on Mokie's hair and thrust her hips back and upwards, driving her ass further around her slave's tongue.

"One minute, bitch. Get creative!"

Mokie could not get any deeper into Jenn's ass, so she released the dildo and started stroking her clit with her hand. 

"Yes, that's it!" Jenn screamed, bucking even harder against her pet. 

With about thirty seconds to spare, she erupted. Her spasming pussy shot juices all over Mokie's sheets. She continued bucking her hips until she had completely calmed from her orgasm, at which point she released her slave's hair and rolled onto her back.

"Well done, pet. You have earned the rest of the night off. Do not remove the wax. Do not wipe your face. And do not change or clean these sheets. I will return early tomorrow morning to inspect your obedience."

She rolled off the bed and strolled out of the room, leaving Mokie a crumbled heap in the middle of the mattress.



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 04



Mokie arrived at the Circuit and Systems class about five minutes early. She was exhausted from the previous day's ordeals.

When Mokie awoke with the stilettos still locked to her feet, she barely made it to the bathroom, her legs ached so badly. Jenn called to her as Mokie was headed back to her bedroom.

"Yes, Mistress," Mokie replied, turning the corner into Jenn's room. If she was shocked to see Jenn on her back, legs spread, pulling her labia lips to open her pussy wide, she did not say anything. 

"I need a wakey wakey, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," and remembering the requirement to show complete enthusiasm when serving her owners, Mokie dove into Jenn's cunt as though she was starving for love nectar. In moments, Jenn was moaning with ecstasy, her legs wrapped around her slave, her fists wrapped in Mokie's hair. In minutes, Jenn exploded into the earliest morning cum of her life, again splattering her juices all over Mokie's face.

So pleased was Jenn with her slave's performance, that she unhooked the key from Mokie's hoop, released the stilettos and ordered her slave to take a shower, prepare Jenn's breakfast, and to kneel in the kitchen and call when everything was ready...and to make sure this didn't take more than 30 minutes.

Mokie was still recovering from these early morning activities, when she rounded the corner and entered the classroom. Most of the students were already seated. Jason was sitting near the back and motioned her over. 

"Looking sweet, slut," he said, louder than a whisper, which made her cringe. Fortunately, most of the early arrivals were chatting and Jason's comment was not likely to be heard. Nevertheless, she quickly looked around to check if anyone was staring in their direction.

Jenn insisted she wear a black, backless draped top, with a plunging neckline and chained pendent hanging between her breasts. She changed the dolphin in her navel to a stud with chain, wore cut off jean shorts, and her strappy lace-up black sandals. Compared to the stilettos, these heels were quite comfortable to Monique. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, the fuck-me hoops swinging free. 

Jason handed her a thin lab notebook. "The moment the professor starts the lecture, not one second before or after, open the notebook to the first page." She just stared at him, wondering what insidious plan was in the works. "It looks like the same seat is available as Monday, so go sit there, and make sure you walk and behave provocatively, slave." She was dismissed with a wave of his hand.

As Professor Larson began to speak, Mokie opened the notebook. The first page was hot pink and entitled, From This Day Forward.

From this day forward...

1. You will instantly obey any command given to you by your master or mistress.

2. Upon returning to your apartment, you will go to www.slaveregister.com and use your slave number 635-269-589 and the password orgasm to enter the site. Complete all information in the profile, then print out your slave registration certificate in color and buy a frame to prominently display it in your bedroom. Memorize your slave number. If asked and you forget, it will be tattooed permanently on your body. 

3. You will shave or otherwise remove the hair from any part of your body below the neck on a daily basis.

4. You will strip and remain naked whenever you are in your apartment.

5. You will come quickly to me and kneel before me whenever I enter your apartment. You will keep your eyes lowered, directed below my waist, when kneeling before me.

6. You will maintain good posture at all times, keeping your head up, your back straight, your shoulders back, thrusting your breasts up and forward, and your tummy in.

7. You will prepare and perform a sexually provocative erotic dance Thursday night.

8. You will keep a slave diary recording everything that you do and everything that I do to you, and your feelings, moods, and reactions. You will keep this diary available to me at all times. You will start it during class this morning immediately following your completion of the order below. You will begin the diary with the moment I called out your name the first day of class.

Within one minute of finishing reading, you will raise your hand and ask the professor to repeat something or clarify something he has just said. While he responds, you will smile and at one point, brush back your hair provocatively to expose your fuck-me hoops. 

When class ends, rush to the exit, stopping for no one, and meet me at the tables next to the Student Union, where we will read your diary together. 

The horrifying note was at an end. 

--------

Sitting next to her, in the same chair as Monday, you notice she has not been paying attention during the opening moments, instead reading something on hot pink paper. She seemed to be agitated, her mouth agape. You wonder what the note said.

In the past 48 hours, you have built up some nerve. Opportunities do not often fall in your lap and if you believe in destiny, this many times seated nearby one of the hottest girls on campus had to be karma. 

Since Monday, you had asked around. It turned out many knew Mokie, the biggest tease on campus. Both cute and sexy, she had nearly every guy yearning for her. It was said that if you could get her drunk, you could get into her pants fairly easy. And so your fantasies continued to build. 

Sitting too close to the front to risk speaking, you quickly scribble a note asking if she is ok, and slide it onto her desk. Her reaction is unexpected, her eyes wide with surprise, she stares at you as though you passed acidic lab paper in her direction. 

She seems to calm and takes your note and clearly seems relieved. She looks directly at you, smiles briefly, and nods that she is ok. You are surprised to see a little pink stud on her tongue which you are sure was not there on Monday. She got her tongue pierced!

Immediately she turns her attention to Larson, listens keenly for a few moments, and then raises her hand. 

You are surprised, because discussion is not part of Larson's style. You wonder what she will say.

"Excuse me, Professor, but would you please repeat that?" She fingers her large hoops, acting the airhead. She might as well be chewing cum like a cud.

You are thinking something is more than odd. The prof has merely been pontificating about some historical aspect of circuits, hardly profound, and yet Ms. Sexi asks for a repetition. 

Expecting Larson to make a sarcastic reply, you are surprised when he asks for clarification about what she wishes repeated, and after a vague response, restates the history. He then asks her name, and she says, "Monique." He asks if his response was satisfactory and she replies, "Yes, Sir." Was this a ploy to be noticed and garner the professor's attention? If so, it worked.

"Oh, yes, thank you, Sir," again twirling her hoop. Strange goings-on, you think.

The rest of the lecture is boring as hell, and often you sneak a peek in her direction. She never looks your way, always writing in her notebook, page after page. This also makes no sense. You have written three words on your notepad and she is onto her fifth or sixth page. Is she writing a letter? Then why pretend she cares about the professor's lecture?

With about 15 minutes left in class, you hear her sniffle. There is no question she is quietly weeping, two big tear drops on her paper, the ink running.

You reach in your pack for a packet of Kleenex and unobtrusively slide it over to her. She does not look up, does not express appreciation, but takes a Kleenex to dab her eyes and the tears on the page. 

She may be sexy as all hell, but she is suffering, and your heart aches for her. This is your chance to connect on an emotional level. 

But you have no chance. The moment Larson stops speaking, she is out of her seat, moving away from you, up the aisle and out the door. She leaves the packet of tissues behind, and does not even give you a glance. By the time you gather your things and pursue, she is long gone.

.....

323-323343. Like a mantra, the numbers of the hooker stormed back into Mokie's mind. Despite all she was going through, the gaze of that hooker had stuck with her. She was haunted by it, but not in fear. It was almost comforting, knowing that a woman could be dominated and yet still be confident and proud. 

Confident and proud -- the way she used to be. She had met with Jason at the Student Union to read her diary together, which had stripped more and more of her self-esteem away. She was under his control and she could see no way out. Was it possible to be under his domination and yet still be the Mokie of last week?

She picked up her cell phone and dialed the numbers, impulsively, not even knowing what she would say if she answered.

"Hello?" a smoldering voice answered.

"Um....hello," Mokie stuttered. 

"Yes? Who is this?"

"This is the girl from the shop yesterday, the bondage model. You gave me your number."

"Oh, I see. I'm glad you remembered my number."

Silence. Uncomfortable silence. "I, um...I need your help," answered Mokie, surprising even herself.

"Oh yeah? Help with what?"

"I am..." she paused, not sure what to say. "I am having trouble accepting my role as a slave. You seemed so comfortable with it yesterday, I was hoping you could offer me some advice."

"Well, sorry, sweetie, I am not a hotline. If you want me to help, let me meet you somewhere. I can only teach you to enjoy slavery if you let me enslave you."

Mokie started juicing at the thought of this sexy woman having her way with her.

"OK," she said.

"OK. Where and when can I meet you?"

Mokie rushed to the refrigerator, where her and Jenn's schedules were hanging side-by-side. She inspected Jenn's, then answered, "It looks like I will be alone here for the next two hours. Can you be here that soon?"

"What is your address?" answered the hooker.

Mokie answered accurately.

"Do you have all of the toys your master bought you at Leather 'N Love?"

"No, he has them all."

"Alright, I have some stuff I can bring. Leave your front door unlocked, strip and kneel on the floor in front of it, back turned, and lay your chest on the ground, ass in the air. I will be there in less than twenty minutes." She hung up.

Mokie obeyed.

.....

She had been exposing herself to the doorway for 15 minutes, her mind racing before her mysterious domme arrived. She had envisioned any number of people walking through the door, accidentally, stumbling upon her in this horrid position. 

Any random student could have tripped and fallen into her apartment, and what would they have thought to find her like this? Jenn could have returned, skipping a class to spend the late morning with her slave. This was not part of her command, so what would she do if she were to learn of Mokie's betrayal? What if Jason came in for any reason at all?

Her imagination got the best of her at times, and she considered standing and then hurling herself into this position when she heard the hooker coming. But she stayed, prostrating to the door, getting moist at the idea of how she might be punished should she be found by the wrong person. 

When she realized this, she scolded herself. But perhaps, she thought, this was the intention of the hooker.

Before she could think any further, the door swung open. She heard stiletto footsteps enter and approach her as the door closed.

"Very good, slave," said the voice.

She stepped over her, a foot on either side facing her head. She bent down with a leather hood and pulled it over Mokie's face.

"I do not want, nor do I need to know, what you look like. Keep this on whenever I am around."

She pulled it on and fastened it with a zipper that ran from the top of her forehead to the back of her neck. It was identical to the one she was wearing yesterday. 

"Your master used a term 'attention' yesterday," she began. "Get in that position now."

Mokie pulled herself to her feet, spread her legs and locked her hands behind her head. Looking through the slit in her hood, she saw her dominatrix and instantly felt a rush of lubrication in her pussy.

Her mistress unzipped the slit covering her mouth and addressed her.

"First things first," she began. "I don't know what you think you know about me, but most of society sees me as a successful business woman. In my private life, I engage in all kinds of BDSM activity. I can't get off without it.

"A few years ago, my boyfriend and I started experimenting, and I hated it at first. But I realized it was because I was too proud. Once I learned to give in completely, I experienced the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life. Would you like me to help you achieve the same?"

Mokie nodded.

"How much time do we have?"

"One hour, mistress."

"What happens after one hour?"

"My roommate comes home."

"And does your roommate know about your secret life?"

"Yes, mistress. She and Jason are my mistress and master."

"I see. No time to waste. Open wide."

Mokie opened her mouth and her mistress pushed an inverted dildo plug through the slit in her mask and into her mouth. Locked in place, it penetrated her mouth only a couple inches, but it extended in front of her face by half a foot. 

"This is my favorite accessory," said the hooker, admiring her work. She grabbed Mokie's cell phone from the table top and strolled over to the bedroom. "Follow me," she ordered.

Mokie shuffled towards her room, her eyes peering through the slit towards the floor, being careful not to trip. When she got to the threshold, she saw her mistress holding up a pair of leather panties.

"Step into these. I will help you," she said. She sat on the edge of the bed and lowered the panties to the floor.

This was an unexpected turn for Mokie, who had, through all of her submissive behavior, been made to expose herself. Skeptically, she stepped into the holes and allowed her mistress to pull them up past her knees. 

She left them just below her pussy, lifted the cell phone from the bed and brought it to Mokie's already dripping pussy lips. She slid it up and down the slit a couple times before wedging it inside. A quick second later the panties were pulled up, locking the cell phone in place. 

Now her mistress hiked up her skirt and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs.

"Get that dildo in my pussy and start fucking me, pet."

Mokie climbed on the bed and worked her way to her hands and knees, staring through her mesh slit towards the tip of the dildo extending from her lips. It took a few seconds to coordinate herself, trying to line the tip up with her mistress's hole.

Growing impatient, her mistress grabbed the head of the dildo and guided it into her pussy, pulling Mokie's head with it.

"Back and forth, slave. Let's go."

Mokie rested her elbows on the mattress to improve her angle of entry, then slowly glided her back parallel to the bed, rocking on her knees. Her mistress put her hand on the back of her head to prevent her from backing too far out of her pussy.

"That's it, baby. Oooooooohhhh," she moaned. "Work that pussy."

This was not nearly as bad to Mokie as having to eat Jenn's pussy and ass. Her lips did not have to come in contact directly, and there was a layer of leather helping mute the smell. The absence of these deterrents enabled Mokie to start getting into it herself. She felt her juices running over her iPhone and puddling in her panties. 

Her mistress was propping herself up on her left hand and holding Mokie's head with her right. "Ohhhhh, yes!" she screamed, beginning to thrust her hips off the bed towards Mokie's face.

"You ready, baby?" she asked.

Mokie let out an indecipherable moan as her mistress released her head. From under her pillow, she grabbed her cell phone and called Mokie's number. 

Mokie was shocked as the phone in her pussy started to vibrate.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as the vibrations stimulated her pussy She began sliding back and forth faster, her excitement building. Her mistress was close to cumming.

Her mistress hung up and the vibrations stopped, leaving Mokie whimpering in near-ecstasy. She slid her phone along the sheets and into Mokie's right hand.

"If you want to cum, just press this button," she said, guiding Mokie's thumb to the call button. She returned her hand to Mokie's head and pulled her deeper.

Mokie was so close, and she did not want to back off now. She instantly pressed the call button and in a second her phone was slithering around in her juicy pussy.

Her mistress thrust up and down on the dildo, trying to time her orgasm with Mokie's. She succeeded.

The two of them climaxed with monumental orgasms. Mokie's head was pulled as far as it could go inside her mistress, while her hips collapsed on the bed, her legs squeezing tightly, hoping to work out every last drip of cum she had to spare.

Her mistress fell back on her bed, her sweat staining the sheets where Jenn's juices had dried the night before. All Mokie could smell was sex. Through the slit, her eyes watched her mistress slide back and off the dildo, and she lay in wait for further instruction. 

"Let's go, honey. Back into the living room," her mistress ordered.

Mokie was still slowing her breath as she rolled off the bed and walked back into the living room. 

"Lie face down on the floor."

She did as she was told. In less than a minute, her mistress had strapped leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, each with a few inches of chain attached. Her mistress pulled her left arm behind her back and bent her left knee so that her left foot rose towards her hand. She secured each length of chain together with a small padlock, and then did the same to her right arm and leg. 

The length of chain enabled Mokie to hold this position without having to crane her back too much, but it was still uncomfortable. Her mistress unzipped the mask just enough for her to pull a good length of hair out. She tied her hair with a short length of cord and pulled, forcing Mokie's to arch her neck.

She tied the other end of the cord through the padlock connecting her right foot and wrist, leaving Mokie's neck painfully twisted backwards. She got down on her knees and spoke into Mokie's ear.

"If you want to enjoy this, just give up your pride. It's as simple and as difficult as that."

She got up and started packing her things, to Mokie's surprise. She wondered if an hour had elapsed already. She did her best to scan the room for a clock, but her movement and sight were extremely limited.

"If you want to call me again, please call me Brandi. I do not usually infringe on other people's property, so I leave you now to your real master and mistress."

Mokie panicked, realizing that Brandi was going to leave her like this. She tried to voice a protest, but gagged as she was, it sounded no differently from her orgasmic screams.

She heard the door open and close, and all was still. In the quiet of the room, her arousal diminished, and she became increasingly aware of the rigid phone in her pussy.

In the hall, Brandi scribbled a brief note:

"Call me, Mistress." Mokie

She snickered as she folded it, taped the key to the padlocks on it, and taped them both near the top of the door.

.....

Ten minutes later, Jenn came to the door. As she prepared to insert her key, she noticed the note taped to the door. Inquisitively, she pulled it down and unfolded it.

"Call me?" she said aloud to no one in particular. She was thoroughly confused. She removed the key from the paper and went inside.

The sounds of Mokie struggling on the floor grabbed her attention a split second before she saw her lying there, her arms wrenched behind her back and her head secured in place. Jenn could tell immediately that she had been put in this situation. It was too complex to tie herself up like this. 




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 04



She looked back at the note, rereading it puzzlingly. 'But who?' she thought to herself. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her phone and called Mokie.

She was surprised to hear the buzz coming from between Mokie's spread legs, followed quickly by a burst from Mokie's mouth.

"Mmmmmmm....Mmmm, Mmm, Mmmmmm" she sobbed into her gag.

"What the hell?" Jenn blurted out. She could tell that Mokie's phone was in her pussy, but she had no idea who put it there or why. 

"Did Jason do this to you?" she asked the back of Mokie's head. 

Mokie just shook her head.

Jenn hung up her phone and called Jason.

"Jas," she said. "I think you need to come take a look at this."

.....

When Jason showed up half an hour later, he was greeted with the sight of Mokie tied up as Brandi had left her, but without the mask. Jenn had removed it to verify that it was indeed Mokie, and then spent the next half hour calling her cell phone constantly.

Mokie had orgasmed twice, but now her pussy was raw and screaming at her in pain. Tears were streaking down her face as the phone rattled inside her for the umpteenth time.

"Very impressive, Jenn," he said. "I have to be honest, I wish I had thought of something like this."

"So do I," answered Jenn. "It wasn't me."

"What do you mean it wasn't you? Who was it?"

"I don't know, Jason. I swear I found her like this when I got back from my class."

Furious that there was an outside player moving in on his territory, he knelt in front of Mokie and unstrapped the dildo gag, a string of saliva connecting mouth to gag. "Who did this to you?"

"Brandi," she panted.

"Who the fuck is Brandi, slave?" Jason roared.

"The girl from the shop yesterday. The one who gave me her number."

"You called her?"

"Yes, Master," she sobbed.

"Why did you do that? Don't you think you need my permission for something like this?"

"Please, Master," Mokie cried, "I called her because she seemed so comfortable in this, and I was hoping she could give me some advice on how to enjoy this. I thought accepting my submission would make you happy."

"It does not, slut," he said. "If someone is going to do this to you, it will be because I allowed it." He slapped her face hard, and the pain was amplified by the fact that she was tied in place and could not recoil.

"I didn't know she was going to do this," Mokie pleaded her case.

He went to the bag he brought with him, and returned with a small, but many-stranded whip. Without warning, he gave a wicked swipe to Monique's ass, setting it aflame. She screamed in pain.

Jenn rushed for the gag, first covering Mokie's mouth with her hand, and then pushing the long end of the dildo in and out, as their slut gasped for breath and sputtered in pain and fear. "Jason!" Jenn emoted, "we are in an apartment, for god's sake! Do you want people calling the police?" As she spoke, she brought the dildo back and forth, as Mokie's gag reaction lessened. Finally, the dildo was in place and their pet was silenced.

"Now, you can do what you wish," Jenn spoke.

Jason was livid with his slut, but by the time Jenn finished, he had regained his composure. 'Anger management case,' thought Jenn, having seen how Jason caould lose his temper so easily.

"Unlock her," Jason said, in a quiet but menacing voice. "And you, fucktoy, don't even think of removing the gag."

Jenn unlocked the padlocks and watched in glee as Mokie's arms and legs fell flat on the floor. She was unmoving. 

"How should we punish her?" she asked Jason.

"I have an idea. If this bitch is going to give herself to strangers, then I think you and I should make some money on it, don't you?"

Jenn sneered. "I'm listening."

"Leonard runs auctions for submissive sluts like this. Highest bidder gets her for a day. You and I submit her, and we split the profits. What do you think?"

"Make the call!" Jenn said, before Jason was even finished talking. The idea of auctioning this bitch off to a stranger and making money on it was incredibly empowering. Jason dialed his friend.

"Len, its Jas. Listen, I want to submit Mokie into one of your auctions."

"Really? She step out of line or something?"

"You can say that."

"Well, listen, I have a better idea. Why don't you trade her to me? I have been wanting to fuck that girl since I first laid eyes on her."

"A trade? What do you have in mind?"

"How about free rentals of anything in the shop for a month. You can have anything you want so long as you return it in four weeks."

"Honestly," Jason said, "I think you are getting the best of this deal, but because you are a good friend, I will accept your terms. When should I bring her by?"

"Be here at midnight. We will spend the night in the dungeon, and you can pick anything in the shop for me to use on her. You and Jenn are welcome to watch, if you like, and bring any friends who can keep their mouths shut."

"We'll be there," said Jason.

.....

"OK, slut, at midnight we are going back to Love 'N Leather where we will give you to Leonard for the night. Until then, we are going to get to work on your rules."

He pulled a copy of his ten rules out of his bag and taped it to the door so Mokie would always have a reminder of her submission. Jenn ran to it in excitement so that she could learn them, too.

"First, rule number six. When I enter your apartment, you kneel before me, eyes directed just below my waist. You are already delinquent, slut. Let's go."

Jenn grabbed Mokie by her hair and pulled her head off the ground. From there, Mokie scuttled into place in front of Jason. She stared directly into his crotch, looking ridiculous with the dildo gag buried in her mouth. 

Jason steadied her head by gripping the top of it, then let loose with a slicing whip to her left thigh. "That is for not greeting me properly. Do better next time," he said.

Checking the list, he asked, "Did you register yourself at slaveregister.com?"

"Fuck, Jenn, take that gag out. She needs to be able to talk and declare her understanding and submission." Jenn immediately unstrapped the gag.

"No, master," she said. Another harsh strapping to her right thigh.

"And when you entered your room, did you kiss and suck on the rubber replica of my dick?"

"No, master," she cried. SWISH. "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she yelped in pain.

"I'll give you a minute to take off your cuffs and panties so you can be in compliance with rule five: completely naked whenever you are in your apartment."

Mokie was undoing the cuff on her wrist, when suddenly she leaped from her position. Ring....ring...ring... 

"What the fuck is going on?" Jason asked.

"I'm sorry, Master, Brandi put it in there, and then called me constantly so that it would vibrate against my clit."

"Well, get it out. If it is that bitch, I want to talk with her."

Mokie reached behind and into the leather panties, the phone's vibrations arousing her to extreme levels. She pulled the heavily coated phone from her pussy and looked at the screen.

"Well?" Jason was impatient.

"It's my cousin, Sir."

"Then answer it, slut!" Jason said, his tone annoyed.

"Hi Panda," Monique began, the slimy surface of the phone pressed against her ear. The smell of her musk was powerful.

Jason looked inquisitively at Jenn. 'Panda?' he mouthed?

Jenn whispered back, "Her cousin, Amanda, I think."

"Yeah, of course I remember, but there has been, well, just a sec, let me check something," Mokie was saying.

Covering the phone, and turning to Jason, she said, "It's my cousin, Master. She had planned to visit me this coming weekend, before things got too busy at school."

Jason turned to Jenn and they stared at each other, trying to process this new development. "How old is she?" he asked Mokie.

"Just 18, Sir, in high school, but I can't let her see me like this!" she implored.

That did it. "Tell her that this weekend is fine," Jason ordered. 

Mokie just stared at him, her mind in a quandary. "Do it, or I will do it," replied Jason, holding out his hand for the phone. 

Resigned, Mokie said, "It's ok. I will figure something out. Are you coming Friday night or Saturday morning?" A pause. "Well, let's see how it goes and we can talk later, k?" Another pause. "K, love you, byeeeeee." Mokie ended the call and just stood staring at her tormentors. 

"Well, what are you waiting for, slave? Clean off that phone with your tongue, hand it to me, and get out of those panties. Move it!"

She extended her tongue and licked it up and down, tasting her own juices that covered the phone. 

"Suck, slave," Jason ordered. Mokie pursed her lips and sucked hard, drawing her juices into her mouth. She did her best to resist cringing, but a look of disdain came across her face anyway.

"Now swallow." She did as she was told, taking her load down her throat.

"Did Brandi have any other great ideas you want to tell us about?" Jason asked.

"She made me fuck her with a dildo that was locked in my mouth. But that was it."

"Maybe you can do that for your mistress later, if she wants," he said, looking at Jenn. 

"Hand me the phone, get out of those panties, and go to your room. It's time to register yourself and worship my cock. Crawl."

Mokie turned onto her hands and knees and made her way to her bedroom, being sure to sway her hips sexily. She could tell Jason was in no mood to be trifled with, and wanted to make sure he was happy with her.

"Very good, slut," he said as the three of them entered her room. She started juicing for the first time since Jason arrived, pleased that her goal was achieved. 

Jenn brought Mokie's laptop to her and laid it on the floor. She had already opened slaveregister.com for Mokie.

"That is your new homepage, whore," she said. "Now log in."

Mokie found the log-in page.

"What is your log-in information?" Jason asked with a tone of warning.

"Six, three, five. Two, six, nine. Five, eight, nine. Password 'Orgasm,' sir," she answered as she typed. She had always been excellent at remembering numbers.

"That's a shame," said Jason. "Alonzo was looking forward to putting his tattoo gun on your ass."

The thought sent shivers down Mokie's spine, and she reminded herself to be extra sure that she remembered that number. She moved through the personal information section, filling out her hair and eye color, height and weight, and city and state. She clicked on "Profile type," and, looking over her options, selected "submissive," "property" and "slave."

She identified Jason as her master, and allowed him to peruse it for approval.

"Very good again, slut. Now print it."

As the page was printing, Mokie watched Jenn pull a picture frame off her shelf. The picture was of her as a child being hugged by both of her parents. Jenn nonchalantly removed it from the frame and walked towards the printer. She deposited the picture in the trash and replaced it with the certificate.

"Please, Mistress, don't throw that picture away," Mokie pleaded. 

"That photo does not represent who you are anymore. From now on, you will self-identify as our property and that is it."

Mokie was growing frustrated. She thought that she could make an effort to enjoy this treatment, but it was clear Jenn and Jason only wanted her to suffer.

"Now, slut, since you did not honor rule number three and suck on the cock that I left on your desk, you must set that tongue to work on the real thing."

Mokie turned to face him and raised herself to her knees. She was surprised to see that as she had been typing, Jason had removed his pants and was nude below the waist. 

"Hands behind your head," he ordered. Mokie conformed. 

"Now open wide, and stick out your tongue." Again, she obeyed.

Jason had stroked his cock to full erection, and now tilted it towards her open mouth. He slid this tip of his cock over the piercing in Mokie's tongue, reveling in the sensation. 

As the top half of Jason's dick became lubricated with Mokie's saliva, Jenn stripped out of her jeans, leaving only a thong on below the waist. She stepped towards Mokie from behind and grabbed her wrists, pulling them upwards. She pulled Mokie's arms until they were extended straight above her head, and then pressed forward. Mokie's arms were now pinned between Jason and Jenn's chests, and Jenn's waist was pushing against the back of her head.

Her mouth enrobed Jason's dick as Jenn forced her deeper, her stud piercing sliding down the entire length of his erection. Mokie gagged as the head hit the back of her throat and remained there from Jenn's insistence. She remembered the demand for 'enthusiasm' and immediately entered a zone of eroticism.

"Fuck yeah," grunted Jason as he started moving in and out of her mouth, while she sputtered and slurped and sucked with great energy. 

"Ten times better than your parents' barbecue. That stud makes all the difference."

A single tear leaked from Mokie's left eye as his words brought that horrid afternoon crashing back. She did her best to remain stoic, trying to withstand the onslaught of Jason's dick and Jenn's tight hold on her. All she could do was relax her jaw and throat and take it.

Though she could not see it, she thought she could hear the sounds of kissing. Her ears had not deceived her. Jenn and Jason had locked lips and were aggressively tonguing each other. Their mutual lust for humiliating Mokie had proven to be quite the bond.

Never could she have imagined after that fateful afternoon in Jason's room that three years later she would be in the same position, with the same man, but with another girl making out with him at the same time. 

"Mmphh....mmpphh...mmpphh..." she gargled as Jason rocked in and out of her. She was able to handle the pain, but the thrusts still rocked her head and drew these muffled sounds from between her lips. 

"Alright," she heard Jason say as he broke his kiss with Jenn. "We might be giving her away tonight, but there is no way Len is going to fuck her before I do."

"Oh, can we please strap that dildo onto her head again, for me?" asked Jenn.

"You can do whatever you want with her head. I will be in that pussy," answered Jason.

"Get back on your hands and knees, slut," he said. Mokie prepared herself for this doggy style fuck as Jenn ran into the living room to retrieve her toy. When she returned, she ordered Mokie to open her mouth, and inserted the dildo plug. Once in was locked in place, she laid in front of her and pulled her thong aside.

"Get that dildo in my pussy, bitch, and don't take it out until I cum."

Mokie found this much easier without the mask on, and guided her head to her mistress's spread pussy. Jenn slid backward, impaling herself on the rubber cock. 

As she did, Jason penetrated her wet pussy for the first time.

"Good lord, slut. It's like a slip 'n slide in here. I knew you were enjoying this."

It was true. Despite her discomfort and mental humiliation, her pussy had betrayed her. She wondered if this meant that she was beginning to convert into a legitimate sub. 

Jason pumped in and out of her pussy, filling her completely one second, leaving just the tip in the next. He was as large as she had ever taken, and the walls of her pussy clasped against him as he pistoned inside her. 

The motion of his hips against her ass rocked her harder into Jenn's pussy. Jenn was loving it, stroking her clit just in front of Mokie's nose. 

Jason grabbed the base of her butt plug and pulled it until just the tip was inside her. He pulled his dick out the same length, and then started rocking both of them in and out of her simultaneously. 

"Ohhhhhh," Mokie let out. The sense of being DPed by these two phallic objects was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Stuffed. Empty. Tight. Loose. Inhale. Exhale. The process of trying to decipher this sensation drove her crazy. 

Her pussy clenched tighter against Jason's invading cock, and she reached her hand towards her pussy to stroke her clit. 

"Do you want me to fuck you, slut?" Jason asked, trying his best to hold out, but knowing he could not last much longer.

Mokie shook her head NO, her head pumping sideways, trying to both please Jenn and deny Jason the answer he wanted.

"You're lying, slut!" Jason spat. She had to be lying! "Beg me, slut."

NO, again Mokie shook her head, and grunted an animal sound from her gagged mouth.

Jason grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed, trying to distract himself from the incredible sensation of her moist, soft pussy. Harder and harder he pumped.

"Beg me, beg, slave!" he shouted. "Beg me, now, you know you want it, beg, nod your fucking head YES!"

Like pistons in a finely tuned racing car, the three were interlocked in raging passion. "Nod, yes, yes, say it, admit it, say it, now!!!" Jason ordered, knowing he was seconds from exploding, not wanting to pull out, but needing her to beg for his sperm.

Jenn squealed, vigorously stroking her clit. Her hips lifted off the ground as she squirted her juices onto Mokie's lips and cheeks. Mokie recognized the smell from her sheets, still stained from the night before. 

And that did it, as Jenn's ejaculation ignited Mokie's furnace, she tilted her head back and bellowed through her gag, nodding her head up and down frantically.

"Oh, fuck!" he screamed, filling her pussy with his cum, as Mokie exploded like an unleashed volcano.

Each tried to prolong the moment, but each was soon emptied. As Jason and Jenn fell backward, Mokie slumped, humiliated and ashamed, to her side. 

A few minutes later, he was standing over her, fully clothed. 

"Alright, slut. I will be back around 11 to take you to Love 'N Leather. Until then, record your thoughts in your diary and obey your mistress' commands."

.....

The rest of the afternoon was difficult for Mokie. Jenn spent the first fifteen minutes after Jason left riding her face as she lay flat on the floor. Jenn pulled and twisted her nipples the entire time, torturing her as she ground her pussy on her face. 

After she came, Jenn spent another half hour with Mokie bent over her knee. She teased her pussy, bringing her close to orgasm, then withdrew and spanked her ass hard and long. By the end, Mokie was begging her mistress to let her cum, but all she had was a glowing red ass and sopping wet pussy to show for her troubles. 

Jenn was unrelenting, pulling her out into the living area. She ordered Mokie to sit at the table, and she cuffed each of her ankles to the chair. She then cuffed her left wrist to the leg of the table, and brought her the diary and a pen. 

"Write, slave. Fill these pages with your secrets. Your master wishes to know how our treatment of you makes you juice."



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 05



The rest of the afternoon was difficult for Mokie. Jenn spent the first fifteen minutes after Jason left riding her face as she lay flat on the floor. Jenn pulled and twisted her nipples the entire time, torturing her as she ground her pussy on her face. 

After she came, Jenn spent another half hour with Mokie bent over her knee. She teased her pussy, bringing her close to orgasm, then withdrew and spanked her ass hard and long. By the end, Mokie was begging her mistress to let her cum, but all she had was a glowing red ass and sopping wet pussy to show for her troubles. 

Jenn was unrelenting, pulling her out into the living area. She ordered Mokie to sit at the table, and she cuffed each of her ankles to the chair. She then cuffed her left wrist to the leg of the table, and brought her the diary and a pen. 

"Write, slave. Fill these pages with your secrets. Your master wishes to know how our treatment of you makes you juice."

.....

When Jason arrived at 11pm, he found Mokie still cuffed to the table and chair. Her head was down on the table, sound asleep.

"She wrote five pages in her diary, and then I caught the bitch trying to masturbate right there in her chair," said Jenn, standing behind her. "I cuffed her hands underneath the table to prevent her from enjoying herself too much.

"You really are getting the hang of this, you know?" Jason responded. He and Jenn embraced and kissed each other lustfully. "I'm proud of you," he smiled.

Jenn blushed at the compliment.

Jason lifted Mokie by the hair and slapped the top of her breasts. "Wake up, slave!" he shouted. "Time to go meet your owner for the night."

.....

Just before midnight, Mokie, Jenn and Jason walked through the doors of Love 'N Leather. Mokie was wearing a black string bikini beneath a thigh-level yellow raincoat. Her heels belied something scant beneath her coat, but there were few people on the street to take notice.

Leonard greeted them inside the door, eyeing his prize up and down as they entered. He grabbed her hair and spoke directly into her face. "We are going to have a whole lot of fun tonight, sweetheart."

"How much time do I have?" he asked Jason.

"I think three hours is good enough, in exchange for a month of free rentals, which I will start taking advantage of now." Jason started scanning the shelves as Jenn supervised the activity. 

"Three hours, pet. That means that if I cum right now, I can cum twice before we are through," Len said to Mokie. "Now remove that coat and get down on your knees."

"Yes, master," said Mokie. She had spent the entire afternoon being denied an orgasm, and she was hoping that if she played nice with Leonard, he would make her cum. Even without her debilitating need to cum, she would have been compliant with his demands. Deep inside her she lusted for Leonard, and she wanted him to like her, too. 

She slid her coat over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Len licked the lips at the sight of her in the bikini, his view of her tits improving as she sank to her knees in front of him.

He pulled his fully erect shaft out of his shorts and let it stand in front of her face. She gripped it with her right hand and started stroking it. Len shuttered at the beauty of her technique, teasing his head with short, fast strokes before sliding long and slow up his shaft.

"That's a nice start, slut, but let's get down to business. We only have three hours." He put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips onto his cock. 

Jenn had made Mokie apply bright red lipstick for just this moment, and Leonard marveled at the visual. The soft crimson ring slid down his cock half way, coating it with a thin film of saliva. She bounced her head on his dick as far as it could go before making contact with her hand, still gripping his base. Her eyes stared up right into his, driving him wild.

"Get deeper on that cock, slave. Put your hands behind your back," Leonard commanded.

Mokie gripped her wrists behind her back as Len grabbed her around the ears, interlacing his fingers with her hair. He pulled her deep until his cock head hit the back of her throat.

"Ckk...ckkkk....ckkkk," she choked as her quivering lips left a bright red shade near the base of his dick. He loved the look of her impaled on him.

He jammed in and out with a couple quick strokes, savoring the sensation of her pierced tongue pulsating up his entire Length.

"Mmmppphhhh. Mmpphh. Mmpphh," Mokie struggled to take him at this pace. He forced himself all the way in, then pulled all the way out. A drooping string of her saliva connected the tip of his cock to her bottom lip. 

As he forced himself back into her mouth, the saliva fell onto her bikini-clad breasts. He fucked away at her oral cavity, exploring every square inch of her tongue, throat and cheeks. 

With only his clenching fingers as a warning, he halted his motion and erupted inside her. He held her chin tight against the bottom of his dick so no cum could escape.

"Hold it," he said, leaving his dick inside her. The intrusion of his cock and spunk prevented her from breathing. Leonard held her until her face started to turn red, and then slid all the way out in one quick motion. 

Mokie coughed up his spunk, overflowing from her mouth onto her chin and dripping down to her tits, which were starting to shimmer with all of the bodily fluid on them.

"Very good, slut," he complimented. Mokie was filled with a sense of pride that he had enjoyed it, despite the fact that she was a complete mess. Her hair was disheveled, her face sweaty and cum-covered, and her tits were well-lathered.

"Up on your feet. Time to go downstairs," he continued.

Mokie worked her way up on her heels and followed him down to the basement. It was predictably dark, just a couple light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. A few tables and chairs, and other gadgets of BDSM were spread around with seemingly no order, but Mokie did not have time to take inventory of them.

"Give me your wrists," said Leonard.

He clasped each of them into a leather cuff and connected them with a three-inch length of chain. He lifted them above her head and attached them to a hook before walking over to the wall and grabbing a crank.

As he wound the crank, Mokie felt her arms tighten above her head. He kept cranking until she had to get up on her toes, and then kept going until she was nearly a foot off the ground.

"Please, sir, enough!" she cried. "My shoulders!"

"They will go numb soon enough," he answered. 

Using a pair of scissors, he snipped through her bikini top and bottom, peeled them off of her body and shoved them into her mouth.

"Now, stay quiet for the next few minutes."

He turned off the lights and walked up stairs, leaving her in complete darkness.

Mokie hung for what seemed like an eternity, but was really about 15 minutes. She could see nothing, but became increasingly aware of the ambient noise. Her shoulders were burning, bearing the full weight of her body, and her head hung low. She wanted to scream, but she knew no one upstairs would care. As her shoulders started to go numb, she nearly drifted into unconsciousness. 

In a flash, the door swung open and slammed against the wall. The loud bang and flooding light shocked Mokie back to earth. Her three tormentors entered and spilled a bag of equipment on one of the tables. 

Mokie watched as Len picked up a set of ankle spreaders and approached her. Even if she had the strength to resist, she would have complied, so she swayed her legs apart so he could lock her ankles in place.

She now hung with her legs forced wide as Leonard pushed a table up to her from behind. The tabletop came to rest just below her ass.

"As I lower you, lie back on the table," Len ordered.

"Yes, master," Mokie wept through the shredded bikini in her mouth.

He moved back to the wall and turned the crank counterclockwise, and Mokie slowly dropped onto the tabletop. When she was lying flat on top of it, Len returned and released her hands from the hook. Pressing them flat above her head, he tied them to one of the legs beneath the table.

He then raised her legs upwards and attached the middle of the leg spreader to the hook. He returned to the table of gadgets and returned with a long leather strap. Wrapping it around the table at her waist, he pinned her back flat to the table while her legs remained spread and directed straight up at the ceiling.

Leonard gazed at his prize, her sex spread unprotected before him. His eyes shifted south towards her plug.

"This might get in the way later," he said as he slid it out of her ass. He brought it to her mouth.

"Spit out those rags," he ordered, referring to her bikini. Mokie turned and expelled her tattered garment onto the table beside her head. 

"Now open wide," he said as he brought the plug to her lips. 

Mokie gulped in disgust, not wanting to take this filthy object into her mouth. She lost her obedience, clenching her lips tight.

"This should help," sounded Jason from across the room. He threw Leonard a pair of nipple clamps.

"Thanks, friend," Len responded, taking them in his hands and aiming the first one at her right tit.

"Nooooo!" Mokie screamed as the clamp snapped onto her nipple. It was padded but hard and bit at her harshly. Her mouth fell agape as he twisted the clamp, and he used the opportunity to shove the plug in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmpppppphh!!!" Mokie gagged as it lay flat on her tongue and forced her mouth wide. She twisted her head right and left in protest of the intruder, and kept screaming as Len attached the other clamp to her left nipple.

Finally, she lay her head back on the table in an effort to relax herself. Her breathing was ragged. One small hesitation had caused her so much pain. She wanted to be as compliant as possible moving forward.

Leonard moved back to the head of the table and stood between her spread legs. He stroked his cock back to attention and pushed it inside her sopping pussy.

"I may not be ready to cum for a couple hours, but I will be able to thoroughly fuck you until then," he said as he started sliding in and out of her.

He grabbed the chain between her tits and pulled. Mokie realized that there was a lot of slack in the chain, as he was able to pull it all the way to his chest and it just barely tugged on her nipples. He bundled up some of the chain in his hand so there was less slack, and pulled hard.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!" Mokie yelled into her gag. She tried to raise her upper back off the table to ease the strain, but the bindings at her hands and waist held her down.

"Bring me the Magic Wand," Len asked Jason. Jason retrieved the fabled Hitachi vibrator from the table and handed it to his friend, still pumping away at Mokie's pussy. After Jason plugged it in, Len slid it onto Mokie's clit.

Mokie let fly with a groan that was based more in pleasure than her prior screams. She wanted badly to close her knees and hold the vibrator tight to her clit with her thighs, but they were secured and apart. She was at his mercy.

Out of the corner of her eye, something caught her attention. Jenn had pulled Jason's shorts down to the floor and was stroking his cock in her hand. Jason had slid forward in his chair to accommodate her, and had his eyes closed in pure enjoyment. 

Mokie turned her head in the opposite direction. There was a mental humiliation in her master and mistress engaging in sexual activities as they enjoyed her depravity. She could not stand to watch.

Instead, she peered down, through her tortured nipples, towards the vibrator on her clit. She tried to wiggle her hips as much as she could to boost stimulation. 

Just when it started to work, she was distracted by the moans coming from the sideshow. She turned again, to see Jenn straddling Jason's lap, her back to his chest and her skirt hiked up to her waist. She was bouncing up and down on his dick, and he was peering around her so he could still see what Leonard was doing to Mokie.  Jenn was rubbing her pussy vigorously.

Conflicting emotions of lust and despair washed over Monique. Jenn and Jason were consensually in sexual bliss, while she was under strict control, her body used and abused without her approval and without her ability to captain her own course. Her most basic freedoms had been taken from her. 

Leonard watched Mokie's eyes and could read her mind. He gently pulled the gag from her mouth and turned off the Magic Wand. 

"Please, sir..." Mokie whined.

"No, you are too distracted. I want your full attention." Len knew exactly what her unspoken plea was going to be.

With that, he unclipped her nipples and brought one of the clamps towards her head. "Open your mouth," he said.

Mokie obeyed, tentatively, having no idea what he intended. Leonard ordered her to stick her tongue out. When she did, he clipped one of the clamps onto her tongue stud. 

Monique's eyes opened in surprise and a small whimper escaped her lips.

He then went to the other end of her body, and spread her pussy lips, and located her clit. It was throbbing from the thrills of the vibrator, which made it easy for him to attach the other clamp to it.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhgggg," she let fly as the sting rocked through her pussy. Len pulled on the chain, drawing the tongue out of her mouth to shut her up. She choked as Len held the reign on her tongue, coughing rapidly. Len paused for Mokie to recover.

Returning to her head, Len lifted her by the hair so she could look down the Length of her body. He pulled the chain, drawing her tongue out of her mouth, and cinched the chain in the center, leaving no slack.

Mokie's tongue piercing was now connected to her clit via a taut chain. Testing it, she pulled her head back slightly, and felt both her tongue and clit scream in protest.

"Aggggghhhhhhhh," she struggled helplessly as Len returned to her pussy and started fucking her again. This time, he was more aggressive, slamming into her with aplomb. His thighs thrust against her ass so hard that the table started to slide forward.

To hold her in place, he wrapped his arms around her legs at the knees, pulling her and the table back in place. 

Mokie's tongue was pulled in front of her face and her head was shaking back and forth within the space of a centimeter. The pain made it feel like her tongue might get ripped out. She felt the full length of his cock slice into her fuck tunnel, bringing both pleasure to her pussy and discomfort to the rest of her body.

Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring, and Leonard slowed to a halt, leaving his dick buried inside her clasping pussy. He hung his head in frustration.

"This guy has the worst timing!" he complained.

He slowly pulled out of her pussy and walked his erection up towards her head. With her tongue pulled in place, it was an easy target for him. He wiped her juices off his cock onto her distended tongue and pulled up his shorts.

"I'll be right back," he said, heading upstairs.

Off to her right, Jen was on her knees sucking Jason furiously, and Mokie could hear that he was on the verge of cumming.

"Oh, fuuuuuuucccckkkkk," he grunted, emptying his cock into her mouth. "Fuck,that was so good!"

Jen held the load in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she savored his salty spunk. Rising to her feet, she sauntered over to Mokie, lying immobile on the table. She brought her lips to Mokie's gaping mouth and pursed, allowing the cum to slide out of her mouth and into her roommate's.

"Cak, cak, cak," Mokie choked as the Jason's cum, Jen's saliva and her own juices co-mingled in the back of her throat. With her tongue entrapped, she could not swallow it. The strong aromas and pungent flavors began to overwhelm her senses.

Jen stared down at her with elation until the door swung open and Len entered the room, followed by Alonzo.

"Zo, my man!" Jason said in surprise. "What are you doing here?" He tucked his dick back into his pants and moved to shake his friend's hand. 

"Your boy Leonard said this slut needed a few more piercings. I am here to oblige." He circled his prey as Len unclipped the chain connecting her tongue and clit.

Mokie's head fell back on the table and she instinctively swallowed the slurry of love juices that had pooled in the back of her throat. Even after it slid towards her stomach, the taste lingered on her palate and the musk on her breath.

The moment she had cleared her mouth, Mokie begged, "Please, no more, please. I don't want any more piercings, please, I'll look like a freak and my parents..."

"Shut the fuck up, slut," Jason responded, shoving the wet and tattered bikini back into Monique's mouth. "Shut it, or I'll have Zo sew your lips together!"

Mokie was terrified. Surely he wouldn't do this, no way. But this was not the Jason she knew from the past. This Jason could do anything, and so she let her head flop back on the table, her heart beating madly and her nostril's flaring as she tried to calm herself for the inevitable. 

"Thanks, Jas. You certainly have prepared her well," Alonzo said, as he watched Len unlock the clasps. "She looks primed in each of our target areas."

Mokie fully grasped the plural implication, even through the fog of pain and bewilderment. Beyond all the sex and submission and humiliation, she would have to endure several piercings tonight. She was tied and spread and unable to resist at all.

"Both nips, pussy lips, and the clit, correct?" Alonzo confirmed, looking first at Jason, and then Len.

"That's right. Where would you like to begin?" Len continued.

"Wait. I have other plans for her pussy lips. Just the clit and nipples today, Zo."

Mokie's eyes were flooded with tears and the whimpers escaped her gagged mouth. They were talking about HER body, as though she was not even there. She could only shake her head in protest and cry softly in frustration and humiliation.

"OK, tell you what, I'm starting to get tired of her pussy the way it is. Let's do her clit first," Len declared. Jason nodded. 

"Alright, then, help me out with this," said Alonzo.

He removed a tube of numbing cream, a needle and a tiny hoop ring from his bag, along with two magnetic clamps attached to 25 gram weights.

"Apply these," he said to Leonard as he handed him the clamps. "You," he addressed Jenn, "Rub this on her clit and nipples to numb her."

"Do we have to numb her?" Jenn pleaded. "Can't we just do it naturally, make it more memorable?"

"No," Jason interjected. "Our intent is not to cause severe pain to her, just to decorate her as any slut should be. But keep the ideas coming," he encouraged.

Leonard took one of the magnets in his hand and applied it to Mokie's left labia, and swung the tiny weight over her leg, pulling it aside. As he repeated the action with the right side, Jenn smeared the numbing cream on her clit, which was swollen and glowing from the previously applied clamp.

They let her rest like this for a minute, allowing the full magnitude of what was about to happen to set in, and to allow the cream to work its magic.

Alonzo leaned in and flicked her clit. "Can you feel that?" he asked.

Mokie, fighting back tears, shook her head.

"Then we are ready," he said. He lined his needle up and steadied his hand. 

Mokie inhaled and exhaled between her sobs, knowing it was about to happen. Her body was to be marked and ringed in a location she would never have allowed.

"Jenn, please distract her by applying the cream to her nipples," Alonzo asked.

Jenn squeezed the tube into her fingertips and pretended to smear it evenly over each hand. She then brought them both to Mokie's nipples, twisting and pulling them, implying that she was applying the balm to both, though she was only preparing the left.

Through Jenn's arms and her own spread legs, Mokie could see Zo press the needle head against her clit. As she watched the metal slide through her, she exhaled a sigh of severe resignation. Alonzo slipped in the ring, and she could see it glint in the dim basement lights.




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 05



She was marked. Regardless of what she did in life from this point forward, her submission in this moment would forever be with her.

With her new accessory in place, Alonzo came to her left tit to repeat the procedure. Both nipples were sufficiently aroused, easy targets for such a skilled craftsman. In one fell swoop, he slid the needle through and secured a ring in place.

"OK, slut. One more, then you find a way to pay me and I will get out of here."

Mokie flopped her head back flat on the table, knowing that subservience was the easiest way through this night. She felt Alonzo squeeze her right tit upwards, standing his target up on a pedestal. He flicked her nipple with a couple quick strokes of his fingernail to make sure she was primed.

It did not register with Mokie that she could feel his fingernail until it was too late. Just as the needle started to pierce her, she screamed "oooooooooooo...," into her gag The needle slid through her right tit like a bolt of lightening. 

She continued to wail in pain, "ckkkkkkkkkkkk!" Her bellow invaded the calm basement air, and her four tormentors realized that she was in significant pain. Mokie stared wide-eyed at her searing bud, hoping against hope for the sting to subside.

"Oops," mocked Jenn. "I must have forgot to do that one."

"Oh, you are too cruel," said Jason as he approached her from behind. He wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered into her ear, "I love it!"

Alonzo grabbed the cream from her and dabbed it on Monique. "This will stop the pain in a couple minutes," he said. "But before I leave," he added, dropping his pants, "I need to collect."

He spit on his cock head, smeared it up and down his dick, and pushed into her pussy. He fucked her hard for a good ten minutes before bottoming out and ejaculating inside her. Mokie felt his warm load invade her womb, and thanked herself for going on the pill.

Alonzo pulled out and wiped his dick off on her pubic mound. "Gentlemen, ladies. It's been a real pleasure," he said. He packed up his back and left.

"Well, shit," said Lenn. "I don't want his sloppy seconds." He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, making sure her asshole was still sufficiently loose from the plug. He pressed the head of his dick against her sphincter and slid inside easily.

"Ohhh, uckkkkkkk," Mokie let out at the new intrusion. It was the first time her ass had been fucked by a dick. She felt tight and full, though the plug's preparation made it less painful than it otherwise would have been.

"Uh.....so tight.....uh, uh, uh," Lenn grunted as he thrust inside her. He knew he would not be able to hold out long.

Deep, husky grunts, "uck, uck, uck..." escaped her gagged mouth.

Mokie realized that because her clit had been numbed, she could not derive any pleasure, even if he were stroking it. All she felt was his inquisitive cock scoping out the depths of her bowels. It did not last long. 

"Here I go!" moaned Lenn as he came up her ass. He collapsed on top of her, his head landing squarely between her pierced nipples. He ran his hands up her toned midsection, savoring her warmth while he could.

"Just in time," said Jason. "3am, just under the wire."

.....

Upstairs, Mokie was staring out the window of the shop down an alley across the street. Three homeless men were sitting in a circle, smoking, drinking and yelling boisterously. Jenn, Jason and Leonard exchanged departing salutations behind her. 

She was still naked, though the gag had been removed. She had been ordered not to touch her rings, but she could not help staring at her pierced nipples, and her clit was throbbing in sync with her heart. 

Jason brought a mask to her face and tied it behind her head. It covered her nose and eyes, although she could see through a mesh slit. 

"In position," he ordered. She spread her legs and locked her hands behind her head.

"Now," he said, "we are going to walk to our car, half a block down. You will remain unclothed. If you say a word of protest, or attempt to cover yourself in any way, I will take you down that alley and leave you with those homeless men. I am sure they will have plenty of fun ideas for you."

He opened the door for her and waited for her to march. She peered through the slits to see where she was going, then began her true march of shame. She knew the streets would not be well populated at this hour, and the mask at least helped hide her identity.

Jenn ran ahead of her with her raincoat and a camera, snapping pictures of her from all angles. With her hands behind her head and her heels still locked on her feet, Mokie was incapable of making haste. She moved steadily down the sidewalk, the cool evening air enrapturing her bare skin.

She felt the loads of cum inside her slowly leak out of her pussy and asshole, oozing onto her inner thighs. It added to her anguish, even if no one else realized it. 

When she arrived at the car, Jason popped the trunk and told her to get in. "I will drive carefully, I promise. I don't want your sweaty, cum-stained body dirtying my interior."

"Please, Jason! This is ri...," a stinging slap to her ass interrupted her. 

"Jason?" he said.

"I'm sorry, master. Please, master. If there is an accident, I could be badly injured."

"It is three in the morning. There is no traffic around. I will drive slowly the entire way, I assure you. Besides, if you want to get yourself off, now you can have some privacy."

With that, he pushed her head downward and manipulated her into the trunk. He closed it on her, leaving her in complete darkness as she felt the car pull out of its spot.



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 06



When Mokie awoke on Thursday morning, she found her arms and legs spread and tied to the bedposts. This is how Jenn had left her the night before.

"Your performance tonight was weak, bitch. You don't deserve to get yourself off," she had said as she latched her cuffs in place.

Mokie never slept on her back, so it took her a long time to drift to sleep. Her mind raced over all of the transgressions that had been inflicted on her that night. She stared down at her pierced nipples, and bucked her hips off the bed to see the ring peeking out from between her pussy lips. Defeated, she dropped her head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling until she fell asleep.

Now, she lay waiting for release, and while she did not want to annoy her mistress, she really had to use the bathroom. 

"Mistress?" she called out timidly. Jenn was in her doorway in a matter of seconds.

"What is it, slave?"

"Please, mistress. I really have to pee."

Jenn smirked. Knowing that her bitch roommate was so thoroughly in her control that she had to ask permission to pee made her juice. She leered up the length of Mokie's body as she approached her and sat on the bed. She was going to draw this out.

"You know," she said, brushing the hair out of Mokie's face, "last night in the car ride home, Jason told me about the barbecue face-fucking he gave you a few years back. He said you were in love with him."

Mokie turned her head towards the other wall, but Jenn pinched her cheeks together and turned her back. She got in close and whispered in her ear.

"It must be killing you that after all these years, he and I are bonding over your thorough and utter domination."

Mokie blinked rapidly, trying to compose herself, but a tear leaked out of the corner of her eye, confirming Jenn's hypothesis. 

"So sad," said Jenn as she released Mokie's hands and feet. "You can go to the bathroom, but keep the door open. I want to make sure you do not try to get yourself off."

Mokie shuffled off to the bathroom, obediently leaving the door open. Jenn leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded, watching her obscenely as she relieved herself. 

"Let's go, bitch. You slept all the way until 11am, and we have to prepare for your act tonight."

Mokie had lost track not only of the time, but of the day and of the week. She had no idea it was so late in the morning, but given that she was at Love 'N Leather until 3am, it seemed rational. But tonight, Thursday, she had to dance. 

She doubted that she would be able to do anything to excite Jason. While she was good at dancing in clubs, she had never given a lap dance or any kind of show with a dedicated audience before. She knew she would fuck this up and suffer dearly for her insubordination.

After she was done, Jenn made her shower with the curtain open. 

"If that shower head spends any more time than necessary on your pussy, I will clamp a chain onto your tongue stud and force you to service my pussy with it for the next hour," she warned.

Mokie understood. Over the course of their time as roommates, she would use the showerhead to get herself off at least two or three times a week. She would not be surprised if Jenn had heard her moaning every now and then. She blushed as Jenn's language implied that she knew what was going on.

Mokie regulated the water until it was steamy. She liked her showers hot, and soon a light mist was filling the room. Jenn leaned back against the sink cabinet, staring blatantly as the water cascaded down Mokie's hair and face. She followed the droplets down her entire body, caressing her ass, hugging her tones calves and pooling at her feet.

Salivating, Jenn handed Mokie her razor. "Make sure any minor stubble that has grown over the last two days is completely removed. You know how your master likes it," she warned.

Mokie glided the razor down her legs and under her arms, then traced her fingers over the area to make sure it was sufficiently smooth. When she went to shave her pussy, her left hand held the area still as her right dragged her razor over it. Her fingers were so close to her clit, and the rushing water just added to the stimulation. She could get herself off in no time if Jenn were not around.

But she would not risk it. She just hoped her master or mistress would allow her to cum soon. Despite all the sex she had had the previous night, she had been denied orgasm every time. She knew her next cum would be monumental; so good it might make the entire ordeal worthwhile. 

"Stand at attention, slave," Jen commanded. Mokie spread her legs and locked her fingers behind her neck, the water landing on her chest, flowing mostly between her tits.

"I don't like how limp your nipples are. Stand still," said Jenn. She adjusted the water temperature down as low as it could go and stood back, smiling with excitement and curiosity as to how Mokie would handle it.

"Aghh!" Mokie yelled with a short yelp as the temperature quickly dropped. In a matter of seconds, her skin was covered in Goosebumps, her teeth chattering, as her nipples turned into rock hard buds beneath her drooping visage. 

She clenched her eyes together to fight off the tears. It felt as though she was encased in ice. Not only were her nipples throbbing, but her rings turned into tiny little ice picks. The frigid water wound through the curves of her pussy lips, tingling her clit and causing it to ache in temptation. It was almost enough to get her off, and probably would have if not for the numbness in her chest. In her mind, she felt that she was on the verge of a blackout. 

Suddenly, she heard her cell phone ringing in the other room, and Jenn twisted the faucet to the off position. 

"Get out of the shower and kneel," she ordered.

Mokie climbed out and knelt on the bathmat. She wanted badly to towel off the chilly water, but dared not do so without permission. Her damp hair clung to her cheeks and shoulders.

"Hello, Mokie's phone," Jenn answered as she returned to the bathroom. "OK, one second," she said.

She covered the speaker and whispered to her slave, "It's your cousin...Panda? Get up on your knees, hands behind your head."

Mokie raised herself so that her back was straight and her eyes level with Jenn's ribcage. She again braced her hands behind her head. Jenn put on the speakerphone and held it out to Mokie's lips.

"Hello? Panda?" she quivered.

"Hey, Moke, how you doing?" she replied, using an even more familiar version of Monique. 

Peering into Jenn's evil eyes, Mokie replied, "I'm fine, sweetie. What's going on?"

"Well, I just checked the train schedule, and I am worried there is a bit of a problem. I can either get in at six in the morning, or one in the afternoon. I don't want to bother you that early, but I don't want to miss half our day together, either. What do you think?"

Mokie looked at Jenn, who mouthed the work "six" to her. 

"Sweetie, I'd rather have you all day. It won't be a problem for me if you get here at six." She prayed that Jenn did not have some malicious plan to bring her cousin in on this scheme.

"Oh good!" Panda yelled gleefully. "I was hoping you would say that. I will give you call when I am close. See you in two days?"

"Yeah, Panda. See you Saturday morning. Love you!"

"Love you, too!" 

Jenn hung up the phone. "Aren't you just the sweetest cousins?" she mocked. 

"Jenn, you can do whatever you want with me. But if you touch my cousin, I promise you I will make you regret it."

Jenn chuckled. "First of all, when you are on your knees in front of me, call me mistress." She twisted Mokie's left nipple to emphasize this. "Second, I don't want your cousin. You will provide me enough pleasure for months and months."

She turned and headed back into the living room. "Let's go, slut. You have to work on your dancing for tonight."

.....

For most of the rest of the afternoon, Jenn alternated between coaching Mokie's dance moves and forcing her to service her pussy. When Mokie asked for a break to eat, Jenn placed a bowl of water on the floor and told her she could drink from it like a dog.

"I want that midsection toned and lean for your performance tonight. No food whatsoever until you are done." Mokie lapped away, taking as much as she could, slurping and sucking until she was quenched. 

Ten minutes before Jason was due to arrive, Jenn pulled a collar from her back pocked and placed it around Mokie's neck. It was made entirely of leather, and had to be laced up the back, like tying a shoe. 

"Stay still," Jenn demanded, placing her hand between Mokie's shoulder blades to force her to lie prone on the floor. She laced the collar together, and then tightened it taut around her neck. As it clenched shut, Mokie straightened her neck and held it tall. The collar forced her chin out and neck perfectly still. Jenn attached a leash to a metal ring in front.

.....

Ten minutes later, Jason was sitting in a chair at the dinner table, facing the living area where Mokie was standing naked except for her collar, leather cuffs and heels. Jenn was sitting on his lap in a short skirt. He could feel her moisture on his leg.

"Dance, slave, dance like the slave you are," Jason commanded.

Monique stood in the center of the living room, legs split widely, hands locked behind her neck, head bowed, eyes closed. Nipples hard. Pussy lips tingling. Heart beating rapidly. In her head, Mokie recalled a Brittany song, I'm a Slave 4U. She had gyrated to the music as a girl in middle school, when she first noticed how her pussy began to ooze her love nectar when she ventured into forbidden territory. Brittany, in her hoop earrings and bangles, sweat drenched. 

She remembered that it was not so much the twists and turns of the slave, her fingers intertwined above her head, that had seemed so erotic. Instead, it was the way she opened her glossed lips, as though in invitation. Brittany wore leather pants and her breasts were barely covered, she had music to feel the thump beat of the drums in her belly. 

"Slave?" Jason reiterated.

And she began to move, slowly, her arms like snakes encircling her body, her lips open and sensuous. For nearly a minute, her legs did not move, remaining split and wide, symbolically all her holes open for her Master. 'Her master!' she thought as she moved. 'No, it's just an act, an act of obedience' because he demanded it of her and she had no choice.

She took the end of her leash, winding it under her armpits and dragging the chain through her open lips. She ran the chain over her tongue, the stud clicking lightly as the links passed. Still her feet had not moved. 

She was no longer Monique, student, model daughter. Her belly was on fire and she danced as if in a trance, as if her body had been taken from her and given to lust.

She sensed, rather than felt, the first rivulet of moisture trickle down her thighs and so she took the chain and passed it between her legs, sliding it back and forth, first to change the course of the river of nectar, then closer and closer to her simmering pussy. She moved her legs for the first time, slowly at first, as though taking the first steps of childhood, as though an animal just released from her mother's womb.

The chain rattled against her clit ring like a baseball card in bicycle spokes. It sent shock waves through her pussy and into her depths. Her knees buckled as she prepared to cum, but did not allow herself to do so. She knew it would lead to punishment. 

She pulled the chain from her pussy, running it over her tongue, tasting herself and her juices. Then back between her legs, this time embedding it deeply in her cunt. And then she heard it, the beat of the music, pounded out by her heart, pulsating through her body, she pulled the chain upward, lifting herself from the floor, her head thrown back, entering new territory.

She had left her body. It was as though she was floating above herself, having slipped from three dimensions into the fourth. From above she saw herself invite, beg, plead to be used as a slave. 'No!' she wanted to warn herself, but she could not.

She sensed movement, but was not fully conscious of details. Jason was moving to her side, his body in action. But the chain in her pussy, links passing over her swollen clitty, dominated her attention. 

She felt hands grip her arms and turn her away. She was marched, the music still playing in her mind, to the sofa. The leash was taken from her, her legs split more widely. The song was nearing its climax.

She felt a forearm in her back, pushing her downward, while the pull on the chain connected to her collar pulled her backward. She was panting. Her back was arched, her pierced nipples thrust outward. 

Was she saying something? Was she begging? Was it her or someone else?

As her haze cleared, she heard her voice, imploring Jason to fuck her. "Please, master. Have I not been an obedient slave for you? Please fuck me and let me cum. It has been two days, and I have a fire inside me. I promise to make it worth your while."

She could not believe what she was doing. Her suppressed desire to give herself completely had escaped, and here she was, pleading to be fucked like a whore.

"Shhhhhh," he whispered in her ear. She felt the heat from his body and wontedly reached back to open herself for his cock. After all this time, finally, he would let her cum.

Instead, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, locking her cuffs in place. He quickly pulled the leash behind her back, wrapped it around her wrists, and pulled her to her side on the floor at the foot of the couch. He tucked the handle of the leash under the leg of the couch, securing her in place. 

"Master, please!!!" she cried as he stood up and walked towards Jenn. Monique lay in shock as she watched them embrace. They kissed hard as Jenn reached into his shorts and pulled out a massive erection. She stroked it and addressed Mokie.

"Thanks for getting him warmed up, babe," she said as she felt his girth. She knelt in front of him and started sucking his dick, making extreme gestures with her tongue and lips so Mokie could see how much she was enjoying it.

When he was well lubricated, Jason pushed her onto her back and entered her pussy. Jenn gasped and arched her back as he filled her, her breasts rising to meet his chest as he thrust into her.

Mokie could not believe this. It legitimately appeared that Jason and Jennifer were falling in love over her humiliation. Whereas he would fuck her with a ruthless force, trying to inflict pain, he was sensuous with Jenn, caressing her and doing his best to make her cum.

They continued this display for nearly half an hour, fucking in multiple positions all over the room, until he pushed her against the wall, pushed his hips hard against her mound, and emptied his load inside her.

They retired to her bed for the night, leaving Mokie on the floor, bound and naked, until morning.

.....

On Friday morning, you are sitting in your usual seat, hoping that Mokie sits in her usual spot next to you. You see her enter the room, wearing black yoga pants and a sports bra, and you follow her to her seat, immediately adjacent to you. 'God, she is stunning,' you think to yourself.

Like Wednesday, she seems distracted, but you have been building up the nerve to talk to her for the last two days. You take a deep breath and jump in.

"Hey," you start.

She turns to you, and miraculously she does not seem bothered. In fact, her face seems to go from agitated to receptive as, for the first time, she looks you in the eye.

"I don't mean to bother you," you continue. "I was just wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee after class. Maybe go over the homework assignment?"

She smiles, which you did not expect. "I'd like that," she says.

You cannot believe how easy it was. You had knots in your stomach since the end of class on Wednesday, but the interaction was so comfortable. 

For the rest of class, you have a shit-eating grin on your face, proud that you have claimed this prize. When the bell rings, the two of you head out and down the hall together as Jason and Professor Larson converse after class. You see him eyeing you both as you depart, and assume it is because he is envious of you.

About fifty feet down the hall, Mokie grabs your hands and pulls you into the janitors closet and locks the door. 

"Please don't think less of me," she says. "But I need you to fuck me right now."

"What!" you express in shock. "Right here?" 

But she does not answer with words. She yanks your shorts down and starts stroking your cock with her left hand. Your mouth hangs agape in stunned silence, but she pulls you in and starts kissing you fast and wet.

You don't know if she is really into you, or if she would have done this with any guy, but you decide not to let this moment pass you by. You slip your hand down the front of her yoga pants and feel her wetness.

"My, my," you say. "You are ready to go, aren't you?"

"Yes, I need you. Please, fuck me now," she says.

She lowers her yoga pants to her knees and turns to the wall, pushing her pussy out to you. And then you notice her ass is plugged. 'Why?' you wonder. 'Why would she do this?'

Your curiosity is overcome by your lust. You grab her hips and enter her, and are immediately enveloped by her damp pink.

She feels you, entering her deeply, plunging your cock into her furnace, wood feeding a fire, in and out, your breath hot on the back of her neck. She turned her head to see you over her shoulder, her mouth open, moaning in sincere pleasure. She bucked her hips back against your pounding, clearly loving every minute.

She is going crazy as your thrusts become harder and faster. As she takes it, she kicks herself out of her yoga pants and you unzip her sports bra, pushing it up her arms. You reach around her and grope her tits, feeling her nipple rings for the first time.

"My God, you are sexy as hell," you grunt between thrusts.

"Thank you," she says. "Watch this."

She turns to face you and pulls her right leg over her head and lets it rest on your left shoulder. "Yoga," she explains. She grips your dick and pulls you into her pussy, and you start with upward humps into her shaved mound.

She grabs your head and pulls you in, biting your lip, gripping your face in her teeth. Now fully impaled, you draw sounds that you did not know a human could make from out of her mouth. Her moans are guttural and deep, belying a true, deep pleasure.

She breaks the kiss to tell you, "I am on the pill. You can cum inside me. I will cum when you cum, OK?"

You are too caught up in the moment to answer with words, so you nod your head in earnest. You push the full length of your manhood into her clam, feeling her clasping pussy try to suck the spunk from you. You are helpless to hold out any longer.

With a loud grunt, you plunge deep and deposit your load inside her. She screams into your face as her pussy clamps tightly against your rod, and juices spray like a hose from her hole.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKK!!!!" she screams, certainly loud enough to be heard by any passersby. She holds your cheeks in her hands and whispers, lustfully, "Thank you." She kisses you on the lips and suggests that you leave ahead of her, so that no strangers in the hall will suspect anything.

You agree that this is wise thinking, kiss her one more time, and then pull up your shorts and leave.



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 07



Jason had followed them from the lecture room and waited down the hallway, back slouched against the wall, half hidden behind a glass display case. He considered intervening, but wanted to see just how far his slave would go. 

.....

You never see him. You look both ways, trying to act perfectly normal, but your mind is in a whirl and you do not focus on anything or anyone not immediately in your range of vision. You glide down the hall, as though Cloud 9 is your taxi, head back to your apartment, replaying the last 15 minutes in your mind over and over again.

.....

Mokie had put her sports bra back on and was pulling her yoga pants back in place when Jason slammed through the door in a convincible rage. The smell of sex easily overcame the smell of the disinfectants in the closet.

"Jas-" she started before his open hand smacked flush against her cheek, knocking her to the floor. Mokie looked up, holding her face in her hand, tears welling in her eyes. Jason grabbed her hair and twisted her neck up to him.

"Do you not understand, bitch, when I say that I own you? Just because I did not give you specific instructions this morning does not mean that you can go around fucking anyone you want."

"I'm sorry, ma-," another slap to the face.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," he interrupted. "Get dressed and let's go, you worthless piece of meat."

Sobbing, Mokie pulled up her pants and followed him outside.

Jason hustled her to his car, Mokie too scared to fight back. On their way out of the parking lot, Jason called Jenn and updated her on the betrayal of their slave. "Bring our bag of goodies, meet us at Zo's," he said right before hanging up. Mokie turned to face him, shock registered in her face.

"No way, Jason. Enough of this! I won't let you do any more to me. Stop the car and let me out now!"

Surprisingly, after a moment of staring across the car at each other, and without another word, that is exactly what Jason did. He pulled over to a curb, in the shade of a tree, still on campus property.

Monique was totally surprised by this. She was breathing rapidly, her nostrils flaring, prepared for an argument. Instead, he just stared at her, and reached into the pocked of his jacket. After checking his address book, he selected a call. 

Monique had opened the door and was moving slowly to get out, expecting to hear Jason call Jenn. Instead, his words made her freeze and she turned back, her mouth agape.

"Hello, Mrs. Lau....Yes, long time no see...You know how it is, grad school, trying to make ends meet...Yeah, I just wanted to tell you something about Mokie..."

"Nooooooo," Monique mouthed, her face reddening in horror.

Covering the phone with his hand, Jason whispered, "Then get your slave ass back in here and buckle up!"

Seconds passed, with no movement from either Jason or Monique. "Sorry, Mrs. Lau, just a second," Jason said, his eyes never leaving his slave.

He knew he had won another skirmish, maybe even the final battle. She lowered her eyes and plopped back into the seat, whispering, "Please, ok, please."

Jason turned to face out the front window. "Anyway, yeah, Mokie is in the class I am TA'ing. Isn't that amazing! So many years and suddenly this....Yes, we both seem happy to have connected again...Yeah, well, she seems to have a close, very close relationship with another guy, so I can't really...No, she is very popular. That pierced tongue is very attractive to certain kinds of guys...Really, I thought you knew...Anyway, just wanted to say hi and hope you are doing good...Yeah, you too...Bye for now."

Monique was gasping for breath and trying to rip the phone from his hand. He easily fended her off with his free hand. He had hung up, it was now too late.

"How could you!" she cried. 

"Never again," he hissed, his face turning to face Monique. "Never. Never question me. Never disobey me. Never. Do you understand that word, slut?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, a tear crossing her cheek, a tremble in her voice. Her phone rang and she immediately recognized the tone of her mom. She looked at Jason for direction.

"Let it ring. We have more important things to do."

She had never failed to answer a call from her mother. Her eyes welled with tears. 

They parked in front of the shop and Jason pulled her out of the car by her wrist. "Stand at attention, spread you legs, lock your wrists behind your back." As soon as she obeyed, he turned and went to his trunk. Popping the hood, he rummaged around and after muttering, "Fuck," returned to Mokie.

"Fucking slut, that's what you are," and as he continued to fume, he wrapped a dog's collar around her neck, strapping it uncomfortably tight. He was irritated not to find a small padlock in his supply of miscellaneous bondage gear. 

Monique wanted to complain that it was too tight, but she held her tongue.

He burst into the shop, his rage fueling him, and nearly shouted at Alonzo. "Do you have a small padlock?"

"Yeah, man. Hey, you don't look your usual charming self."

"Just give me the lock, Zo. I am not a happy master right now."

Alonzo returned from a side draw with a little lock. Handing it to Jason, he added, "I don't know where the key is, Jas."

"Doesn't matter, isn't coming off," and to Monique's shock, he locked the dog collar to her neck.

"Block off the rest of your afternoon, Zo. We have work to do," and turning to Mokie he ordered her to strip.

"That's what I like to hear, Jas. Tats or piercings?"

"Both," said Jason. "This bitch needs to be taught a lesson."

"Please," she quietly whispered. "I'll do anything, but please no more," she added, as she finished stripping before her two antagonists.

Shaking his head as though in exasperation, Jason merely turned to his friend and said, "Zo?"

"Right," and walked away, Zo returned moments later with what first appeared to be a dildo to Mokie, but then she saw the straps. 

Jason nodded to Zo as if to say, 'You insert it,' and he walked behind Mokie, jerking her head back by grasping her hair. When her mouth flew open to protest, Zo plunged the penis gag between her teeth, eventually forcing it deep into her throat. He had to pull it in and out several times, as she gagged and gasped, before her body finally accepted the intruder. He strapped the gag tightly into place. Without the use of her hands, it wasn't going anywhere.

Jason released her hair and reached around to the ring on her collar. He pulled her deeper into the shop and forced her onto a padded table. As they were strapping her legs and arms to the table, Jenn arrived.

"Took you long enough," Jason sparked. 

"Hey, I got here as fast as possible, Jas."

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to be snappy with you." Mokie's eyes were wild with fear, but she did not miss Jason leaning forward to lock lips with her roomie. 

"Ahem," Alonzo cleared his throat. Jason broke the lock and grinned at his friend, while Jenn clearly wanted more.

"Two and two, Zo."

Mokie sniffled, watching with a terrified look on her face, trying to figure out Jason's cryptic remark.

Alonzo and one of his handsome, young apprentices added a strap across Mokie's forehead and one across her hips, rendering her completely immobile. Jason and Jenn gestured Zo to the side of the room, and they whispered for several minutes. Mokie could hear the whispers as they decided her fate, trembling but unable to move more than a fraction of an inch.

Alonzo handed his apprentice one of his tattoo guns. "Sorry, sugar," he said, as he brought the needle down upon her pussy.

"ggggghhhhhh!" Mokie gurgled into the gag, as both needles started pricking her. Alonzo's apprentice was writing something on the inside of her wrist, just below her palm; Alonzo was working just above her pussy. These were two of the most sensitive areas for receiving a tattoo, but they showed her no mercy. 

Jenn linked her arm with Jason, watching the proceedings with glee. Several times she giggled and taunted her roomie.

As the men continued their work, Jason went into the other room to search for more implements of submission. He brainstormed ideas as he heard Mokie's muffled screams harmonize with the buzz of the needles. He picked a pair of rings, each about a centimeter in diameter, and a tiny padlock, and brought them into the back room. 

Both artists were finishing their efforts when he returned. Jason inspected and thanked them for their excellent work. 

"And these, so we can ... ," said Jason, demonstrating his plan with the lock.

"Sure thing," Alonzo responded.

Jason grabbed each of her pussy lips with a pincer grip and pulled them up and out. Mokie screeched like a hawk into her gag, but then laid her head back, resigned to defeat.

"Here, and here," he said, showing Alonzo a location on each of her lips level with the rings already hanging there.

Alonzo asked his apprentice to hold the lips where Jason wanted them, and Jason willingly passed them off to him. He instead sat on the table next to Mokie's head and whispered to her, "After this, you might never have sex again unless I allow it." He stroked her face in a false-loving manner then jumped off the table to watch the action.

Alonso spread a bit of numbing cream on the outside of her lips and prepared his needle. When Mokie could not feel her pussy lips anymore, she closed her eyes.

Alonzo expertly slid his needle through both lips and put one of the rings Jason had picked out in each of the newly created holes.

"Perfect!" exclaimed Jason. Alonzo and his apprentice backed away so Jason could get a closer look. He pinched the rings together, overlapping, and locked them in place with the miniature padlock. He tested its strength, and was happy to confirm that her lips could not be spread more than the width of a finger, and the rings and lock completely blocked her hole. It would be impossible to have sex with this lock in place.

"That should teach her to fuck some stranger without my permission."

Mokie opened her eyes as he spoke, her expression wild with disbelief. Why had she yielded to her primal needs and taken a guy she barely knew into the closet? None of this would have happened if she had just gone back to the apartment.

Her captors unlocked all of her bonds, but left the gag in. She barely had the strength to sit up, using her arms to pull herself to a sitting position. As she did, she turned her wrist so she could see what had been imprinted on her. She saw only the letters "J&J."

"J and J," said Jenn. "Jason and Jenn. So you always remember our time together."

Mokie stared at Jennifer for a moment, trying to express her rage with a glare, but was overcome by Jenn's firm demeanor. She turned to look down at her pussy. Although she was reading it upside down, she could clearly make out the four-letter word. "SLUT" 

She felt faint, barely able to breathe and fell back onto one elbow, her face nearly white.

Alonzo acted first, removing her gag so she could breathe properly. After a few seconds, she mumbled, "How could you?"

"Don't worry, slut. Whenever we finish this game, you can grow your pussy hair out and then only the five of us will ever know it even exists."

"Or if you prefer," Jason continued the train of thought, "we can use electrolysis on your cunt and you can proudly display your tat forever."

"I wasn't a slut until you did this to me," she whispered, her defiance weakly expressed.

"Oh, really? What is the name of the guy you fucked this morning in the halls of school?" asked Jason.

"I...-" she didn't know. How could she not know?

"That is what I thought," said Jason as she hung her head in shame. "Now, Alonzo needs to get paid."

Mokie knew what this meant, so was not surprised when Jason grabbed her hair, stood her up and turned her around, then bent her over the table. But Alonzo had a different idea in mind.

"Slow down, Jason. That's not what I want this time. She's not that good at giving head anyway," he said.

"Yeah, I know," replied Jason. "I thought the piercing would help, but it is still only as good as the guy makes it. What did you have in mind instead?"

.....

Fifteen minutes later, Mokie was standing in the middle of the parlor area, adorned in a skin-tight, latex outfit that Jenn and Jason had picked out at Love 'N Leather. A pair of leggings that clasped to each leg from her ankle to her pussy. A taut corset that bound her from just below her belly button to the bottom of her breasts, propping them up and out but not covering her nipples. Her dog collar was still around her neck, and her face was disguised with a mask that covered just her eyes and the top of her nose. Two small slits allowed her to observe her surroundings through a fine mesh filter. 

The only parts of her body that were still exposed were here shaved, pierced and tattooed pussy, her ass cheeks and lower back, the few inches from her nose to nipples, and her forehead and hair, pulled back into a high pony tail. Her wrists were cuffed and clasped behind her neck, secured to her collar.

The act of getting her into this attire was one of complete submission. Jason stood in front of her with his cell phone in hand, showing her "Mrs. Lau" on autodial, his thumb over the "call" button. With this serving as a reminder, Mokie obediently held her arms, then legs outward for Alonzo, his apprentice and Jenn to slide the latex into place. It was so tight, it looked like it was spray-painted on her. 

"Perfect," Alonzo said as he inspected her. "I just tweeted out that there will be a live model here this afternoon, so we should have some good customer flow. Friday afternoons are generally pretty good, anyway, with all the beachgoers wanting to get some new artwork to show off on the weekend."

He grabbed the rings in Mokie's pussy, and pulled them a little. "Just stick to the script, whore, and you won't have to pay me for all the work we did on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she nodded, a single solitary tear leaked from below her mask, its wake drying on her cheek, a response to the intense pain in her pussy.

"Good," said Alonzo. "Here comes one now."

Alonzo stepped back to observe Mokie's interaction with her first customer, a man in his early twenties, his arms and neck already covered in tattoos.

"Welcome to Alonzo's Tattoo and Piercing Parlor," she began, her voice thin and wavering like the nervous, Asian submissive she was. "You can call me 'Slut.' Please observe the work Alonzo has done on me, with your eyes or fingers, as displayed on my tongue, my nipples and my pussy."

The young man looked at Alonzo and the entourage of observers, unsure whether this could possibly be true. 'Zo raised his eyebrows and tilted his head towards Mokie as if to say, "Well, go ahead!"

Not needing any further encouragement, the man put his hands on her firm, pert tits, his four fingers on top and his thumbs below. He squeezed her flesh, forcing her nipples towards him, then rolled his hands down the length of her breasts. He pinched her rings and pulled them outward.

"Ah!" Mokie quickly yelped at the sharp, stinging pain. He gave them a quick twist and then let them go, watching as her perfect B's sprung back into resting position.

"Check out her pussy too, pal," said Jason.

The man ran his hands from the bottom of her corset, over her 'Slut' tattoo, and into her pussy. He expected to be able to slide between her lips, but found it impossible. He bent to inspect the intrusion, and noticed the rings and padlock. 

"Damn!" he exclaimed. "I've known some fucked up chicks, but I've never known any girl who would have that done!"

The entourage chuckled as Mokie squirmed in his hands. Every little movement of his fingers sent shock waves through her loins, causing her knees to buckle and legs to strain in an effort to remain standing. He tried to stare through the slits in her mask to make eye contact, but Mokie had long since closed her eyes in an effort to zone out.

"OK, buddy, move it along," said Alonzo after a few more minutes of prodding. "There are plenty of more who are ready to take a shot at her."

Mokie opened her eyes and noticed a queue waiting for her. For each of them, she had to deliver her welcome, and allow them to have their way with her.

The buzz in the room created an ominous white noise, a palpable excitement of those who had already felt her perfection, and those who were ready for a taste. The energy was sporadically accented by a screech or painful yelp escaping Mokie's lips, but that only increased the vigor of the crowd. 

At one moment, there was a woman fingering her closed slit while one guy pinched her nipples and another guy ran his hand down her ass cheeks. As her body responded to their touch, she heard Jason's voice above the crowd.

"Lenny, my good friend. So glad you were free! And you brought your friend!"

Mokie opened her eyes and peered through the slits, identifying Leonard, carrying a bag over his shoulder, and Brandi. 'Fuck!' she thought to herself. She knew that if Brandi had a turn with her, she would not be able to control herself. Their time together in her apartment had been one of the few pleasurable hours since this whole ordeal started. Her pussy started juicing at the thought of it.

"Step aside, everyone," Alonzo ordered. "The lady has the floor."

Brandi stepped up to Mokie and whispered in her ear. "You really fucked up this time, didn't you? What did you do to get yourself in this situation?"

Mokie remained silent, not expecting to have to answer. But Jason, overhearing the questions, demanded a response.

"Go ahead, slut. Tell the room why you are in this position."

Mokie opened her mouth as if to begin, but no sound emitted. She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. 

Jason gripped her nipple rings and yanked them upwards. "Speak, slut!" he shouted.

"AAaaaiiiiieeeee!" she squealed, yearning to cup her breasts and sooth them. She shot up on her tippy toes. "I slept with a guy in the janitor's closet at school!" her confession echoed throughout the room.

"Slept with?" Jason asked. He kept a hold of her nipples until she answered correctly.

"I fucked a guy in the janitor's closet," she corrected.

"And what was his name," Jason asked again, twisting harder, angry that she was making him draw it out of her.

"I..." she paused to calm herself, the pain in her tits stalling her progress. "I....don't know," she finally got out.

The room fell silent for a brief second, and then erupted in laughter. Mokie sobbed behind her mask, unnoticed by anyone in the room.

"I'll be damned...you really are enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Brandi posed. 

"It had been days since my master or mistress had allowed me to cum," Mokie began, with a fleeting hope that if she explained herself her company would not think she was such a slut. "I needed a quickie just to get off."

"Well, slut," Brandi proposed, "I have an offer for you. I am going to try to make you cum right here, right now. If you can hold out for five minutes, then you win, and I will keep trying until you reach orgasm. However, if I can make you cum within five minutes, I get to decide your next piercing."

Brandi turned to Jason and Jenn. "Is that acceptable to you, as her masters?"

"Absolutely," they said in unison. "Just make sure you win."

"Do you have a key for this lock?" Brandi asked, pointing to the padlock on her pussy lips. Jason tossed it to her, and Brandi undid the lock then secured it on just the ring in her left pussy. It dangled and pulled Mokie's left lip down, leaving her slightly open to the onslaught. 

Brandi started stroking her clit and plunging her fingers down the length of Mokie's sopping wet pussy. Mokie was embarrassed that all of the stimulation over the last half hour had had an affect on her, but it was undeniable. Brandi did not have to do much to get her juicing.




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 07



"Oooohhhh," Mokie's groan belied the pleasure she was experiencing. Her legs quivered as she felt her orgasm approach. She knew there was no way she could hold out for five minutes, and so did Brandi.

Brandi leaned in to her and bit her bottom lip. Pulling on it with her teeth, she hissed to her, "This is where your new ring will go."

In the background, Mokie could hear some kind of raffle being conducted by Alonzo. Something about $20 a ticket, but she could not ascertain much more. 

Brandi let go of her lip and ordered her, "Hump against my hand, slut." Absentmindedly, Mokie obeyed, now getting herself off on Brandi's fingers. Brandi reached around and cupped her ass, supporting her and rocking her faster back and forth.

In one swift, uncontrollable surge, Mokie felt her orgasm rocket towards her pussy and erupt out of her. She squirted on the floor, giving definitive proof that she had lost the bet. As Brandi let go of her, she sank to her knees in complete and utter defeat. 

Pierced, tattooed and bound and in public, she allowed a woman to bring her to this rollicking orgasm. She began to question whether she was, in fact, a slut. 

Three men, including Alonzo, quickly overcame her. Two held her shoulders and cocked her head back as Alonzo grabbed her bottom lip and pulled it out. 

"Uuuunnnnnhhhhh," she resisted, futilely, as Alonzo brought his needle down upon her. She screamed in absolute horror as the needle pierced her at the corner of her bottom lip. Only after he slipped the ring in place did Alonzo apply the ointment. 

The men unlocked her wrists from her collar, and Mokie held her new piercing in her left hand in disbelief. Her trembling fingers felt the harsh, cold medal where it punctured her sensuous, supple lip. As reality set in, her arm recoiled and she collapsed on her hands and knees. How could she ever explain something like this to her mother?

She regrouped as the crowd backed away, hanging her head in doggy style position in the middle of the floor. Behind her, she heard Alonzo address the crowd.

"Quiet down everyone, we are about to announce the winners. Now remember, four names will be drawn, and the four winners can either fuck her or pick out a new tattoo for her. Are you ready?"

"Yeah!!" the crowd screamed. 

Mokie's arms and legs were shaking, knowing that she would undoubtedly leave here with more ink. She looked up towards the door, and considered running for it. If she were able to get out, she might find a police officer, and then she would be safe. At this point, Jason would undoubtedly go to jail for his role in this, and Jennifer would at least be expelled from school. She considered how she might be able to play the victim card to gain sympathy. 

She looked down at her lewdly displayed body, and considered her heels. Could she run fast enough to make it to the door and down the street? She raised herself slowly, finding her feet, and set herself to take off. She was done with this charade.

Unfortunately, she spent a little too much time thinking about it. She managed only a couple quick, awkward jolts towards the door before Lenn caught her. 

"Nah, nah, nah," he said, holding her by the hair and waving his finger back and forth. "Your whore is developing a bit of a rebellious attitude, Jason."

"That fucking bitch will never learn," he said. "Did you bring anything that we can use to help her submit fully?"

"I think I have just the thing," answered Lenn.

As Alonzo called out the names of the winners, Jason and Leonard stripped Mokie of her corset. Lenn returned from his bag with a modified leather straight jacket, and with Jason holding her arms outward, slipped it on her from the front. 

Jason laced it up the back as Lenn held her still, and then both of them shared the responsibility of crossing her arms in front of her stomach before tying them behind her back. The modification was that her chest was left uncovered, so her crossed arms pushed her bare tits together and upward, forming as much cleavage as she could muster.

"What a beautiful site," said Lenn. "You can model for me any time, sweetheart." As he said it, he secured her with one final tug of the rope, binding her tightly.

Mokie stared straight ahead, resorting to a stoic façade, fighting back any emotion that the impending tribulations would surely bring her. Alonzo brought the three winners in front of her. Two men and two women, one of whom was Brandi. 

"Gentlemen, fuck or tat?" asked Alonzo.

"Fuck," said one. The other concurred.

"Miss?" Alonzo asked the girl.

"Same. Fuck," she said.

"And Brandi?"

"Well, I already got to fuck her, so I guess I will pick a tattoo for her," Brandi answered.

"Very good," said Alonzo. "Lenn, do we have something this girl can use to fuck our slave?"

Leonard dug through his bag and brought out a short but thick strap-on dildo. "I brought this for Jenn, but I suppose she can use it."

The girl slipped out of her skirt and panties and stepped into the strap-on. She held it in her hand with a frighteningly evil look on her face. Mokie's anxiety heightened as she observed her.

"Well, let's get the show on the road," said Alonzo. 

The girl lay on the ground in front of Mokie and held up her plastic cock. "Let's go, bitch. Time to take a ride."

Mokie stalled for just a second, looking around the room in disbelief, stunned that so many people could be so cruel. Would none of them say anything?

The two male winners pushed Mokie so that she was standing over the girl and helped her squat down to the floor. With the girl holding up the dildo, Mokie, in complete submission, allowed her waist to sink down until her pussy was pierced by the fake phallus.

"One of you should take her ass, and the other her mouth," said Jason. "But you are going to have to take that plug out, first."

Mokie remained silent as one of the boys knelt behind her and pushed her back down, so that her protruding breasts rubbed against the flimsy top of the girl beneath her. The boy grabbed her plug and pulled slowly and steadily until it popped out of her ass.

"What a slut," he said. "I am almost nervous to go bareback in here."

Mokie buried her face in the crook of the girls neck, ashamed of his words, not because he said them, but because it was impossible to refute this perception.

"She's clean, pal, I promise," said Jason. "I make her wear the plug as a sign of her slave status, although I think she is starting to like it."

The guy was convinced, so he gripped her cock in his fist, spread her ass with his other hand, and forced his way inside. He was bigger than the plug, but he was still able to move in and out of her with relative ease.

To Mokie, though, it felt like an intense, never-ending friction pummeling her asshole. 

"Ungh, ungh.....please!.....ungh....go slower!.....Ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh," she grunted as he fucked her.

The girl beneath her pushed her chest up so the other guy could grab her hair and force-feed her his dick. He slipped it through her moist lips and onto her tongue. He immediately felt the stud in her tongue tickle his head and the ring on her lip brush against the side of his shaft.

"Shit, that is amazing," he said, grabbing her hair with both hands and grinding against the inside of her mouth. 

For several minutes, each of them assaulted her, harshly fucking each hole, mixing in pinches, slaps and spanks. Mokie's ass was starting to glow from the aggressiveness of his whacks. Her nipples were twisted and pulled, distended and snapped back into place, by the fiendish girl in her pussy.

But the guy in her mouth was having the most fun. He was pummeling against her face, his pubic hair invading her nostrils, pulling out almost all the way before jamming himself back into her throat.

"Cack, cack, cack," she repeated over and over as he forced his way in and out of her. 

He turned and angled himself so that he could push his cock against the inside of her cheek, distending it unnaturally. He held it there, his shaft forcing her teeth far apart, and his cock head nearly traceable from the outside of her cheek. He slapped his dick through her check, loving the sensation of her moist flesh vibrating against him. He nearly came, but managed to stand back and hold off.

Mokie's cell phone started ringing again, the distinct ring tone that she had set for when her mother called. At first, Mokie was distracted enough to think about how should would explain her tongue piercing to her mom, but then her trepidation grew as she saw Jason rummaging around for the phone.

He withdrew it from her purse and ordered the room to fall silent. They did. Even the three assaulters paused their motion, buried at various lengths inside her holes.

The guy in her mouth pulled out as Jason answered the phone and switched it to speakerphone, holding it in front of Mokie.

"Mokie?" her mom started.

Horrified, Mokie took a few deep breaths so as to not give away any hint of her current situation. "Hi mom," she mustered, nervously, as tears started to well in her eyes. 

"Honey, is everything OK? I got a weird call from Jason a couple hours ago, and then you did not answer when I tried calling immediately afterwards. What is going on?"

"Nothing, mom. Why, what did he say?" she played dumb.

"He said that he was TA-ing a class that you were in, which is nice," a stifled laughter rollicked through the room, like watching a thunderous wave on a muted TV. "But then he said something about you getting a tongue piercing? Is that true, honey?"

"Yes, mom. I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you, but was scared of how you would react," Mokie sobbed, sounding legitimately sorry and as though only she and her mother were involved in the conversation. 

As her mother began to respond, the guy in front of her forced his dick back into her mouth and buried it, holding her forehead tight to his stomach. As she tried to fight off her gag reflex, her mother's words echoed in her ears.

"Mokie, you know I don't approve of things like that. What would make you do something so insipid? Your father is going to be so disappointed."

The guy pulled out of her so that she could respond. A long string of saliva drooped out of her mouth as she caught her breath. Her heaving was interpreted as remorseful sobbing on the other end of the phone, but her mother still awaited a reply.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to do something crazy. I can always take out the plug and the hole will fill up." She was throwing nonsense at the wall, hoping something she said would strike a chord with her mother and yield a sympathetic response.

The erect cock returned to the back of her throat, her hair tautly braided with the boy's fingers, pulling her deep.

"Honey...I just don't know what to say. Your father and I raised you better than that. Perhaps I should come pay you a vi-" Jason hung up the phone.

With her facing turning red at the lack of oxygen, Mokie's eyes strained open as wide as they can go at the thought of hanging up on her mother. In her entire life, she had never once hung up on her mom. As her mom had said, she had been raised better. Jason was digging her hole deeper and deeper.

"She won't be bothering us again," Jason declared, turning off the phone.

The three winners resumed their tripod attack on her holes, and she could do nothing about it. Her straight jacket still tightly wound around her midsection, immobilizing her hands. The dildo in her pussy and the dick in her asshole mimicked pistons inside her: one in, one out, one in, one out, for what seemed like forever.

The guy in her mouth kept drawing out of her to extract more drool and saliva, which he cupped in his hands and smeared on her face. Soon, her cheeks and mouth were a slippery, sticky surface, a mix of her own saliva, his pre-cum and both of their sweat. She was an absolute mess.

He looked down through her mask and demanded, "Open your eyes and look at me." She did, but it was hard for him to verify it. So he gripped her mask behind her head and yanked it off.

"Mmmmmpppppppppppphhh!!! Mmm, mmm," she pleaded around the cock in her mouth, begging for anonymity. 

"Look me in the eyes, slut!" 

She obeyed, fully humiliated and in the complete absence of hope. Her beautiful, catlike eyes met his sinister, dark ones. This was all he needed.

"Oh shit!" he screamed. "I'm gonna cum!"

He pulled out of her throat and started stroking onto her face. Gob after gob of the sticky, salty substance stained her face. What landed above her cheeks pooled there, but what landed on her cheeks and lips slid down the slick saliva lacquer he had established and dripped onto her breasts.

As the crowd erupted at his performance and accuracy, the guy behind her dug his nails into her thighs and balled out inside of her, shooting his load up her ass.

The girl below her twisted her pierced nipples as she bucked up against her, getting herself off on the leather strap that held the dildo to her pussy. 

Mokie could just stay still and take the abuse. The pain in her nipples was so tame compared to her mental anguish that it did not even cause her to scream. What bothered her is that she was growing accustomed to the physical anguish. 

After all three had withdrawn, Jason and Leonard carried her over to Alonzo's padded table. 

"Where to you want the tat, Brandi?" asked Alonzo. 

Brandi pushed Mokie's straight jacket-bound torso over the table and identified a slim patch of skin above her garter belt and below the jacket. 

"Nice choice," said Alonzo. "The tramp stamp. A classic. What do you want it to say?"

"I think we need to identify her as what she truly is. It should read W-H-O-R-E."

Again, the room rejoiced in her subjection as Mokie pleaded with Brandi. 

"Please, no! Not that, and not there!" she cried. "Brandi, this isn't funny. This is my life you are fucking with!"

"Baby, I'm doing you a favor. Now you will attract a type of guy that can treat you the way you need to be treated."

"But this isn't me! This is what Jason has done to me! Please, Brandi! I will do anything!"

"All I want you to do for me is to shut the hell up," Brandi said, bringing forth a ball gag and slipping it passed her lips and under her teeth. She tied it tight, perhaps too tight, behind her head. Mokie's cheeks were pinched tight as the leather strap squeezed closer around her head, and the ball gag pressed roughly against her teeth.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!!!!!" Mokie let out, unwilling to relent for the pleasure of these sick bastards.

All she could do now was hope that the tattoo would be low enough on her back that she could hide it with a bikini, but when she felt where the needle first struck her, she gave up that hope, too. Alonzo was working directly across the thinnest part of her waist, about level with her belly button. 

Mokie wept uncontrollably as the tattoo was branded onto her back. It wasn't the sting of the needle that brought her to tears, but her consideration of future prospects.

In her mind, Jason had led her down this path that would fuck her up forever. What decent man would ever want to marry her now, with these tattoos and piercings? The piercings, she hoped, she could simply remove at some point and the holes would fill up. But the tattoos? They would have to be lasered off, and even then a thin veil of the original writing would still mark her skin.

So not only would her parents be horrified, they would probably disown her. And the likeliness that she would ever convince a good man to be with her was slim at best. What would she do?

And, although it did not rank high on her list of concerns, what would this mean for her sexually? Would she ever be able to garner true, orgasmic pleasure through straight, missionary, consensual sex again? Or would she only be able to get herself off under these brutal circumstances? The most humiliating part of this week was not the tattoos or the piercings or the constant humiliation, but that she had allowed her pussy to take charge of her and fuck a guy in a closet at school because she 'needed it.'

And she had cum several times with Brandi, a couple times with Jason and Jen...what if her body had betrayed her and she really did prefer this type of submissive, debasing sexual activity?

As these horrific thoughts swirled through her mind, silent tears streamed out of her eyes. They slid over the dried cum on her nose and eyelids and dripped into the filthy mélange of discharge on her cheeks. 

Alonzo flipped off the gun and stood back. "All done," he said.

The crowd circled around her and admired his work, Mokie leaving her head hung low to avoid any further eye contact.

Jason removed the gag and held a glass of water beneath her face. She accepted it, stunned by any act of kindness at this point. She forced herself up and drank it all without pause. In a matter of seconds, she drifted into unconsciousness.

.....

The next morning, Mokie was jolted awake to the sound of her cell phone ringing on her bedside stand. She was in a fog, a result of the lingering affects of the drug that Jason put in the water. She did not need to look at the phone to know it was her mother.

"Hello?" she said drearily.

"Mokie, it's your mother. I am downstairs. Would you please buzz me in? I have been ringing for the last five minutes."

"What? You are here? What time is it?" Mokie pivoted her head, trying to find a clock through her dazed state.

"It is just after six in the morning. I was worried about you and couldn't sleep. Please buzz me up."

"OK, mom, one second," said Mokie.

She forced her torso up so she was sitting in bed. Only now did she realize some changes that had been made from the day before. The ring in her lip was missing, and as she traced her finger over the area she identified the hole where it once resided.  

She jumped out of bed and rushed to her dresser to inspect herself. As she did, she felt her bare feet land on the plush carpet, noticing that her heels had been unlocked and removed. Propped against her mirror was an envelope with her name written in Jenn's handwriting.

She opened it and dumped out its contents. Several pictures from the last couple days spilled onto the dresser. Mokie picked them up in her trembling hand and examined them.

One was of her, smiling, squatting down on the butt plug in the doorway to her bathroom. She cringed, remembering Jenn snapping the picture after she ordered her to smile.

Another was from Wednesday night, as she walked down the street naked at 3am, before Jenn and Jason stuffed her into the trunk his car. 

The third was of her the previous day, tied up in her straight jacket, riding a girl with a strap-on. Two strangers had their dicks in her ass and mouth, and from out of view a hand held a phone to her face. Mokie vividly recalled the entire scene as it rushed back to her through her drug-induced haze. She knew it was Jason holding the phone out, but he could not be seen.

In fact, in each of the pictures, only Mokie and strangers existed. No Jason. No Jenn. No Leonard or Alonzo. There was nothing incriminating to show the police, if she chose to go to get them involved.

Along with the pictures was a note: "No one needs to know. All of your accessories are in my room for safekeeping. You are free of them until your cousin leaves."

Looking into the mirror, Mokie noticed that the collar, too, had been removed. She stood in only a loose pair of boxers and a t-shirt, her standard bedtime attire. She assumed that Jenn dressed her after she had been drugged.

Then, the excruciating recollection of her tattoos invaded her mind. Slowly, she raised the front of her shirt.

"Oh my God!" she shouted, seeing the SLUT tattoo just above her pussy. She turned around to inspect her back.




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"Noooooo!" she screamed to no one in particular as she saw the WHORE tat on her back. 

"Moke? Are you OK in there?" Mokie froze in her tracks. It was Panda. She knew it.

"Panda? How did you get in here?" she asked through the closed door.

"Your roommate, Jenn, let me in. What a nice girl!" said Panda. "I just didn't want to wake you, so I was hanging out in the kitchen until you go up. Your intercom has been buzzing like crazy."

"Uhhhhh....." Mokie started, not knowing how to finish. "OK, one sec, Panda."

Her mom started calling again, adding to her anxiety, and sweat started gushing down her face. She picked up the phone as she rummaged through her jewelry box.

"Hi, mom, just a second," she answered.

"Honey, just let me up. You can finish getting ready once I am inside."

Mokie found a wide, tight-fitting bracelet and clasped it around her wrist with the J&J tattoo, blocking it from sight. "It's OK, mom. I am ready."

She hung up and checked herself in the mirror one last time before greeting her cousin. Half of her wanted to reveal everything to her mother, to give up the whole arrangement and admit that she needed to take another semester of school.

The other half of her, however, thought it best to keep quiet and act out the rest of Jason's demented vision, whatever that was. She did not want to dump any of what had happened this week on her mother. She could imagine her mom crying non-stop for days at the thoughts of everything she had been through. She decided it would be best for her mom to never find out that she had the words "Slut" and "Whore" tattooed on her body.

Not knowing which half of her mind she would obey, she stepped out of her room and rushed by Panda to answer the buzz and let her mom in the building.

"Panda!" she screamed in manufactured elation as she turned and hugged her cousin hello.

.....

Dear Readers,

Thank you for all the positive feedback and high ratings thus far. This concludes part one of this series. If you have any requests for where this story goes from here, please comment or send me a message.

Thank you,

Abob1



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 08



First of all, apologies for taking so long to get back into this story. I was busy posting some old writing I had completed, but am anxious to continue with the perils of Mokie.

Thank you for all the comments, suggestions and emails. Please know that, while revenge is on the agenda further on up the road, things will get worse before they get better. 

If you have not read the first seven installments of this story, you might want to before jumping in here. As always, comments are greatly appreciated, especially if you do not comment anonymously...I like to be able to reply directly to the commenter, good or bad.

Thank you,

Abob1

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Mokie broke the embrace to stick out her tongue and show Panda her piercing.

"My mom is coming up, and she is pissed because of this. Try to have my back, please?"

Panda gasped. "You slut!" she mocked, jokingly.

Mokie smiled and playfully pushed her, masking the pain these words caused her internally with an outward lighthearted gesture. 

"Shut up!" she said with a giggle. She hated herself.

Mrs. Lau burst through the door, her fury over the tongue ring having been fanned with every minute she was kept waiting downstairs.

"Mom!" Mokie started, trying to quell the flames by moving in for a hug. "What a great sur-"

Her mom caught her mouth in her hand and pinched her cheeks together. Mokie's tongue stud glinted in the kitchen light. Mrs. Lau's rage was replaced by utter disappointment, as if, despite Mokie's own admission, she only now believed that this piercing was legitimate. Mokie would have preferred anger to disappointment, and her heart fell to her stomach.

"Honey..." her mother began, then trailed off. She just shook her head.

"Mom, please. Let's go to the cafe and we can talk about this. Look," she continued, gesturing towards Panda. "Panda is here. Let's not fight in front of her."

Mrs. Lau consented with a nod of her head, and Mokie returned to her room to get dressed.

.....

Around the table at the cafe, the three of them tried to make small talk, but it was clear that Mrs. Lau would not be able to converse in a casual fashion until she unloaded her tirade on Mokie. She was visibly frustrated with Panda's presence, as her sense of decorum and decency was preventing her from lambasting her daughter in front of her niece, especially in public.

Mokie exchanged knowing glances with Panda, hoping to come up with something to say, to break the awkward silences that hung like an anvil over her head. She was just waiting for the weight to drop.

"Mrs. Lau," Panda began. "I don't mean to intrude on your family business, but what Mokie did is not really a big deal."

Both Mokie and her mother turned to her in astonishment. 

"I mean it!" she continued. "These days, piercings are pretty common. Most girls have at least one somewhere other than their ears." The plea seemed to be falling on deaf ears, but Panda was persistent.

"Look. I know it is a bit of a shock. But at the end of the day, you have a daughter who is scheduled to graduate at the end of the month with honors. If the worst thing that happened to her in college is a tongue piercing, that is a pretty good trade. It's not like she got a tattoo, or something else irreversible!"

Mokie did her best to display a stoic face, despite her desire to cringe at this line. She knew if she made any gesture, she would give herself away, and her other piercings and tattoos might be discovered.

"Panda, some day you will understand what it feels like to have a child disappoint you. I admit that I had not felt that in my entire life until this week, but now that disappointment is deep within me, and it will not be assuaged by the logic of a teenager."

Panda gulped and immediately relented her argument. Mokie fought back tears. Only now did she understand just how badly she had let her mother down.

Her mind was racing in every direction. She wanted to ask Panda to leave them alone, and unveil everything she had been through. To come clean, to prove to her mom that it was not her fault. That Jason had masterminded her demise, and it was only out of fear of letting down her mom and dad that she endured such punishment. 

But the other half of the equation loomed large. What if her mother just blamed her for allowing it to happen? Why would she ever think that her parents would rather she become a slut instead of having to stay an extra semester in college? What had she been thinking?

Her train of thought was interrupted when the cafe door swung open and Jason walked in. She knew immediately that he had followed them here. Why else would he be awake and at this exact spot at 7am in the morning?

Mrs. Lau followed her daughter's eyes to Jason, and then returned her gaze to Mokie. 

"This is the problem, Monique. I know you have had a thing for Jason since you were in high school. He is a very handsome guy, but he is not the kind of guy to be attracted to a tongue stud. He is a TA, for Christ's sake! He is looking for brains, which you have in abundance. But when you do this to yourself, you take on the persona of a....of a...."

Her mouth was forming the words but she could not bring herself to say it. 

"A what, mom? A slut? A whore?" Mokie hissed. "That might have been true in your generation. But that is not the case anymore. This doesn't mean anything. It is no big deal!"

Mrs. Lau huffed through her nose, irate, and she turned to grab Jason's attention. Mokie's heart started racing, her anxiety escalating at the uncertainty of what her mom had planned. Jason was picking up a coffee from the counter when Mrs. Lau called to him.

"Mrs. Lau!" he said with mock surprise. "What a great surprise! What brings you here?" He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, staring lasciviously at Mokie as he did so. 

"An intervention, I'm afraid. Would you please join us for a minute?"

"Of course," Jason answered, pulling out the remaining chair and setting down his cup. "How can I help?"

"I want you to tell Mokie what you told me yesterday, about how her tongue piercing attracts a certain kind of guy." 

Mokie had her head in her hands, wanting to run away from it all. She, of course, knew what Jason had said, having been in the passenger seat of the car when he said it. Nonetheless, she sat and waited as Jason recited it for her.

"Mokie, I am not saying anything bad about you, but when you get a piercing there, it sends a certain image to guys that you might not want to send."

"Exactly!" her mother said. "Thank you, Jason. I couldn't have said it better myself." 

She turned to Mokie and continued. "You know, I always knew you liked Jason, and yesterday, he called just to tell me that he was TAing in a class that you were taking. So I asked him if he would be interested in you, and he said no, because that piercing leads him to believe that you get around."

"What! Mom! Jason!" she shouted, louder than she should have given the environment. "How could you, Jason! That is so far from the truth!" 

She caught her volume and lowered it a few notches, so that only the people at this table could hear her. 

"Mom, I have not been with any guys, at all! Not that it is any of your business. Or yours, Jason!"

Her mom took a step back from the conversation. "Honey, I'm not saying you have, I am just saying you give off that image with that piercing. That is why I am so disappointed." She reached across the table and grabbed Mokie's hands.

"Honey, I didn't mean for this to happen this way. I am sorry this is so embarrassing for you, but I need you to understand where I am coming from. I just don't think you were thinking clearly when you did this."

Mokie was staring a hole through Jason as her mother spoke to her, but he was on cloud nine. 

"I wasn't thinking clearly," she said, giving into to the clearing path of resolution. "It was a dumb thing to do, but it doesn't change who I am. I will have it removed soon, OK?"

"Thank you, sweetheart. I still love you. And I am relieved that you have not lived up the expectations that the piercing implies." Mokie rolled her eyes and shook her head, persuasively leading her mother away from the truth of the matter, which is that yesterday alone she had three anonymous cocks in her ass, pussy and mouth.

Jason cleared his throat and timidly addressed her mother. "Mrs. Lau, forgive me for being so forward, but I am emboldened by our conversation yesterday. If you still think I would be a good influence on Mokie, and, Mokie, if you would be willing, I would love to take you on a date tonight. Would that be acceptable, Mrs. Lau?"

She was beaming, thrilled that a seemingly upstanding man like Jason would be interested in her daughter. Especially given the distressful assumptions she had allowed to consume her over the last twenty-four hours. "Nothing would make me happier," she said.

They both turned to Mokie, who realized it was in her best interest to play along. Jason would have his way with her again. Best not to reject him here. And her mother had a look of longing, hoping that she would oblige, as if this would excuse the piercing on her tongue.

"Thank you, Jason," she said. "I'd like that."

"What the fuck is going on!" Panda said, trying to conclude the severity of the conversation by bringing some levity. At first, everyone looked at Mrs. Lau, as if to allow her to decide the mood moving forward. But fortunately, Jason started to chuckle, which proved contagious, as they all started to giggle together. 

Mrs. Lau and Panda laughed sincerely. Mokie was acting, but acting well, and Jason was laughing for other reasons. He had this slut completely at his mercy now.

.....

With her mom on her way back home, Mokie and Panda returned to her apartment to catch up on things other than Mokie's piercing.

"Wow," Panda said. "All that excitement, and only eight in the morning!"

"I know," answered Mokie. "I guess I have to go on a date tonight. So sorry it will cut into our time together."

"Don't be silly. Jason seems like a great guy. I'm happy for you."

Mokie smiled sincerely. Her cousin was so sweet.

"But, as I was going to leave Sunday morning, if you are going to be spending the night with Jason, I will probably head home when he shows up tonight."

Mokie was about to protest, but realized that the sooner Panda left, the less likely all of the degradation was to be revealed. 

"You're sweet, Panda. Again, I'm sorry. But lets change the topic...tell me about your first year at University. Are you liking it so far?"

"Oh, I don't know. I am probably dealing with the same frustrations you were when you were a freshman. Lots of hot guys, other girls you know giving into them...while a little part of me wants to experiment a little, while I am young, the other part of me, like you, has very strict parents, and their opinion of me weighs heavily on my mind."

Mokie just nodded. That pretty much summed it up. "Just, whatever you do, use protection. I know I don't have to say it, but just don't get knocked up. Don't tell our parents, obviously, but I would encourage you to have sex. Don't go crazy, don't become a slut. But do it, and be safe about it. Just don't get any piercings!"

They both giggled.

"Wait, are you saying you have been with a guy? You said in the cafe that you had not!"

Mokie paused a minute, which was answer enough. 

Panda gasped with an exaggerated intake of air. "Please, tell me about it!"

"Panda, no! I can't talk about that with you," Mokie blushed.

"Please, Mokie. it would help me come out of my shell a little bit."

"Panda, no. It's out of the question."

"OK," Panda conceded. "But can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, but I can't promise I will answer."

"Alright. I have always felt this way," Panda said, before taking a long drag of oxygen through her nostrils, adding weight to the words she was about to say. "I have always felt a tiny part of me has a craving to be submissive. I don't know why. I shouldn't even have a fetish, as I have not even had regular sex yet. But I have asked my other girlfriends if they feel the same way, and the only ones who admitted they do are my Asian friends. Is that a common theme amongst us?"

Mokie's eyes went wide, and a shiver went down her spine. Her elbows were on the table, and her interlocked hands concealed her trembling lips.

"Yes," she said with a quiver. "Yes, I have that, too, but I try to suppress it. While a very tiny part of me craves it, the majority of me would be concerned about the shame I would feel if my submissive tendencies became public knowledge."

"I knew it!" Panda exclaimed, more excited than she probably should have been. "So you have had sex, but you haven't explored that part of your psyche?"

"Panda, please, enough," Mokie insisted. "I don't want to talk about this with you."

"But-," Panda started, but stopped when the apartment door opened. "Oh, hi, Jenn!"

Jenn seemed uncharacteristically cheery as she came inside. "Hi, girls!" 

"Hey, Jenn, " Mokie answered with false enthusiasm. 

Jenn dropped her bag on the table and sat down next to Mokie. She smiled at Panda, acting as if she was trying to read her face.

Her smile was contagious, and Panda smiled back. "What?" she asked, almost laughing.

"You didn't tell her yet?" Jenn asked Mokie. 

"Tell her what?" Mokie asked. 

"You know...about us?"

Panda cocked her head, as if she was on the verge of figuring it out.

"What about us?" Mokie smirked, not wanting to piss Jenn off for fear of what might come later tonight, but not wanting to reveal anything to Panda.

"You know," Jenn said with a teasing tone as she reached up on the table and grabbed Mokie's hand in her own.

The insider information came flowing out like a tidal wave towards Panda's side of the table. She knew what was being implied, that they were a couple, but it did not quite register yet. 

Then, the pieces started falling together. She recalled how the guys in her school who had tongue piercings were called "lappers" by some of the cruder students, and that they were called that because the piercing helped them pleasure a woman when they were lapping at her pussy.

She saw Mokie at the cafe with Jason and Mrs. Lau, distinctly remembering her claiming that she had never been with a guy. 

"Holy shit! She wasn't lying," Panda computed. The emotional swarm wrapped around her and hit her square in the chest, so that she rocked back in her chair and nearly fell off it.

"You're lesbians!" she shouted, unable to container herself after figuring it out.

"Panda, no! Jenn, how could you!" Mokie was beside herself. 

"Oh, come on, baby! People have to find out eventually," said Jenn.

"Jenn, please," Mokie whispered, a last ditch effort to avoid this path of conversation. 

"It's OK, sweetie. I promise." Jenn leaned over and kissed Mokie on the cheek. "This doesn't bother you, does it?" she asked Panda.

"No, not at all," Panda said honestly. "We were just talking about how important it is to experiment while in college." 

"Really? So are you saying you have these tendencies too, maybe?" Jenn prodded.

"It had entered my mind, honestly. But not seriously enough to ever act on it."

"Well, honey," Jenn continued, "Don't close yourself off to it completely. We certainly are glad we, um, 'experimented.'" She made quote marks with her fingers as she said the last word. 

Mokie just sat in stunned silence, shaking her head at the impossibilities that had just played out in front of her. It was going to be a long day.

.....

And it was a long day. Jenn took every opportunity she could to peck her on the cheek, pinch her butt, hold her hand...all in front of Panda.

Panda, for her part, took every moment alone with Mokie to ask her to about what "it" was like. Should she try it her self? She asked for advice. She asked her to describe sensations. She was like a cute puppy who became increasingly annoying as her persistency maintained.

But as the late morning bled into the afternoon, Mokie found herself making arrangements for Panda's departure already. 

"I can just take a cab to the train station," Panda offered.

"Nonsense!" Jenn interjected. "I will drive you. No need to pay cab fare."

"No, Jenn. I can drive her," said Mokie, nervous as hell as to what might happen if Jenn got Panda alone.

"No, Mokie," said Panda. "You have to get ready for Jason tonight. If you cancel, your mom will probably be pretty upset. You saw how happy his offer made her."

Mokie looked at Jenn.

"She's right, you know. Besides, you don't want anyone to think you're a LESbian," Jenn answered sarcastically. "God forbid!"

Mokie relented, resigning herself to the complete control her masters had over her.

.....

As Panda started packing up her bag, Mokie pulled her into the bathroom. 

"Panda, please. Whatever happens, don't talk to Jenn about me. And please don't think less of me after you've left."

"Cuz! I love you, and I could never think any more of you than I do right now. I am proud of you for having the courage to be yourself."

Mokie hugged her, wanting to correct her, that this was not her true self, but seeing that this conclusion was the easiest given the time they had.

.....

Back in the kitchen, Jenn pulled Panda's cell phone out of her back pack, muted it, and slipped it into her pocket. When Panda and Mokie came out of the bathroom, she handed her the bag and asked if she was ready to go.

"Let's hit the road," Panda said, cute and quirky as ever.

Jenn held the door open for Panda, who hugged Mokie one last time before stepping into the hall.

"Have fun tonight," Jenn said to Mokie, handing her an envelope as she followed Panda out the door.

Alone in her apartment, Mokie opened the envelope and dumped the contents onto the floor. Her lip ring, removed by Jenn the night before, clanged on the table along with a letter. It read:

"Slave, you are to be fully adorned in preparation for tonight. Your lip ring should be in place, your collar tight around your neck, and your heels locked on your feet. Be sure that your nipple rings and butt plug are in place, and that your pussy lips are still pierced and locked together. Any variation from this order will result in severe punishment.

When I arrive tonight, you will be kneeling by the side of your bed, knees spread wide, gripping your elbows behind your back. If this is not how I find you, I will send pictures of your escapades do your dear cousin, Panda."

As if she had been hypnotized, Mokie instantly slipped the lip ring back in place. Running to the bedroom, she found her heels and collar lying on the floor and secured them in place. Thought it was not specifically requested, she stripped bare, so that Jason would have an easy time evaluating her pussy and nipple rings.

Like the well-trained and dominated slave she had become, she knelt on her carpeted floor, spread her legs wide, and grabbed her elbows behind her back, arching her back and projecting her firm breasts towards the empty room in front of her.

Jason did not keep her waiting long, as if he somehow knew when she would receive the note. He unlocked the door with a key, which Mokie assumed he got from Jenn, and entered her room, finding her as he wanted. 

.....

About ten minutes after they left, and after a solid ten minutes of sexual discussion, Jenn asked:

"You know, the train does not leave for half an hour still. Do you want to double check, make sure you have everything?"

"I am pretty sure I got it all," said Panda confidently.

"Better safe than sorry, though. Want to just double check while we have the time? Wallet, keys, cell phone?"

Not wanting to be rude, Panda went through her bag, checking each compartment where she had put everything. 




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 08



"Wait, my phone isn't here!" she said. She searched the car seat and the crack between the door. "I swear I packed it!"

Jenn pulled over. "Just take a look around, it must be here." Panda stepped out of the car and searched all around her seat, to no avail.

"I'm glad you said something, Jenn. Do you mind swinging back around?"

"Not at all, sweetie. That is why I asked."

Jenn put the car back in gear and turned it around. The plan was all coming together.

"Well, at least this gives us more time to talk about you and Mokie," said Panda.

.....

When they returned to the apartment, Jenn put her finger to her lips with a "shhhhh."

Panda did not understand why they needed to be silent, but she obliged, and followed Jenn in as she tiptoed inside.

Jenn stepped aside and allowed the scene to play out, following very closely behind Panda as she moved towards the kitchen, the location she believed her cell phone to be. 

Panda silently walked through the room, found nothing, and turned around to look elsewhere.

"Ahhh," she said in a quick shocked gasp as Jenn quickly covered her mouth with her hand. 

"Shhhh," Jenn said silently, whispering quietly into her ear as she held cupped her mouth and waist. "You want to know about Mokie? This is the true Mokie."

They looked ahead, across the dining room into the doorway of the bedroom. Mokie was clearly visible, in profile, on her knees, arms behind her back, with Jason's cock pounding into her mouth. A long string of drool and precum was dripping off her chin and onto her tits.

Jason gripped the sides of her head as he fucked her mouth, keeping her eyes squarely on the driving dick in front of her. Jason was aware of the voyeurs, but was not prepared to announce them to Mokie. To assure Panda that this was consensual, he pulled out of her mouth.

"Tell me you want it," he said.

"Please, master. Fuck my mouth!" Mokie said obediently. There was a sincerity in her voice that had had evolved over the last two weeks. She knew that the more convincing she was, the easier it would be for her.

"That is right, you do, slave," Jason said as he thrust back inside her mouth, all the way to the balls. 

In the other room, Jenn assured Panda that this is what Mokie wanted. 

"You see, Panda," she whispered faintly, "Mokie is not a lesbian. She's bi. And not only that, but she loved to be dominated."

Panda watched in amazement as her cousin took this pounding cock like a professional.

Jason pushed all the way into her mouth and held it there. He turned her back towards the bed and pushed her head flat on top of it so that she was staring up at him. Her back was flush against the side of the bed, and he straddled her chest so that he could get his dick flat on her face.

Panda heard him demand that she stick out his tongue, and heard the sounds of his dick slapping against her face fill the space between them. But though she heard it, she was focused on what she saw. Mokie's pussy lips were pierced and linked together with a tiny lock. 

"What does that tattoo say?" she whispered to Jen over her shoulder. Jenn knew she had her now.

"It marks her as what she truly is. S. L. U. T."

Panda let her mouth hang open in astonishment. No wonder Mokie did not want to discuss this with her.

"OK, slut, get up on the bed," Jason said, lifting her off the ground and throwing her face down on the bed. Her legs hung over the side, her toned ass sticking out to him.

Panda's astonishment grew as she watched Jason pull the butt plug out of her asshole.

"What do you think of that?" Jenn whispered.

"I...I...I think it's hot," Panda admitted shamefully.

Jenn took a huge risk, sliding her hand under the hem of Panda's skirt, and moved it to her panties. She was relieved and excited to find them soaking wet.

"It seems you do find it hot."

Panda allowed her to rub her pussy through her panties.

Jason mounted Mokie and entered her asshole, which was the only option given her locked pussy. He was relentlessly aggressive, pounding her asshole with long, fast thrusts. He pulled her hair and smacked her ass, demeaning her in as many ways as possible at once. 

"Tell me you love it, slave," he ordered.

"I love it, master. Please, treat me however you wish," Mokie obediently replied.

These words got Jason harder, but it also got the juices flowing through Panda's pussy. Her hips began to swirl with excitement as Jenn held her tight and rubbed her clit through her cotton panties. She knew it was wrong to be turned on by this, but it was everything she had fantasized about and then some, so she forced herself beyond the shame and allowed herself to enjoy it.

Jason gripped Mokie's shoulders with both hands as he increased his pace, mounting quickly towards orgasm. When he was on the verge, he pulled her off the bed and spun her around, dropping her to her knees again.

From her vantage point, Panda could clearly make out the word "WHORE" tattooed just above Mokie's pussy. This sent her over the edge, and she began to escalate towards orgasm herself. 

Jason began streaking rope after rope of cum all over her face. This was the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. Not only was Mokie turning into a willing and accepting slave, but he was fucking her in front of her cousin. Her humiliation would only grow from here. He had her fully in his control. The possibilities were endless. 

By the time this train of thought had ended, he looked down at her waiting, devoted face. She looked more like Asa Akira post-bukake than the 4.0 honor student she was. The glaze was thick on her cheeks and in her eyes. This was his best facial to date.

The sounds of him cumming and Mokie receiving it sent Panda over the edge. Jenn fingered her hard and fast, and she came in her hands, thrusting her hips forward against Jenn's fingertips with the utmost desire. A muffled but clearly audible orgasmic whimper escaped from between Jenn's fingers.

Mokie heard it, but could not identify the source.

Jason stepped back from her and walked into the other room. Mokie let her head fall forward to see who else was there. She saw Panda in her post-orgasmic glow, eyes clenched shut, the back of her head against Jenn's supportive shoulder. Jenn's forearm was propping up her skirt, and her fingers were still in her panties

"Oh God!" Mokie said, hiding her cum-covered visage with her hands before slamming her bedroom door shut.



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 09



Back at UCSD, whenever her fantasies of submission would overwhelm her ability to think clearly, Panda would lock herself in her dorm room and stream BDSM videos online. She loved watching Tia Ling, her favorite porn star, serve as an obedient fuck doll to both male and female doms. Tia's appearance was similar to her own, making it easy for her to envision herself as the compliant slave in these scorching scenes.

But no matter how much she enjoyed herself, no matter how glorious her climax, as Panda came down from her orgasmic high, she became wracked with guilt. She would imagine the pain and humiliation Tia must have endured to get her off, and she hated herself for taking pleasure in her degradation. Regardless, every week or so she found herself lying in bed masturbating to Tia's newest scene.

She was disturbed, and she constantly struggled with the internal dichotomy of her perverse curiosities and crushing guilt. 

Now, as Jenn's fingers nimbly assuaged her juicy, post-climactic hole, that same shame rushed back to her. Only this shame, at having witnessed her cousin submit to an omnipotent master, was ten times greater than anything she had ever experienced. She felt tears begin to swell in her eyes, but she dared not open them. She did want to witness any more than she already had.

Panda allowed her ears to keep her informed. She heard Jason walk towards the door that Mokie had just slammed shut. He knocked firmly, three times.

"Slave," he addressed Mokie through the door. "I have a gift for you under the bed. I want you to put it between your teeth and crawl out here. You have one minute."

Initially, Panda could not hear any response. She wondered if Mokie was too afraid to come out into the room with her cousin present. But then, a shuffling could clearly be heard coming from Mokie's room, and the door clicked open.

Against her will, Panda's curiosity peaked, and she opened her eyes. She had to know what this "gift" was.

Mokie crawled through the doorway, her head held low, with a long rider's crop tucked between her teeth. Her every movement was wobbly, not from fatigue, but from fear and embarrassment. 

Jason gently directed her. "Crawl over to your mistress, slave."

Mokie did not want to give Panda any clearer a look than she already had. However, given the new pain-inflicting implement tucked between her teeth, she did not want to give them cause to use it. 

Shakily, she made her way towards the two girls, the smell of sex oozing from between Panda's legs becoming more obvious the closer she came.

Jenn removed her hand from between Panda's legs, allowing her skirt to fall back into place. Panda grasped the back of the chair for leverage as Jenn approached her slave. She grabbed the handle of the crop and removed it from Mokie's chattering teeth. 

Panda looked down at her cousin. It was as if she had never known who she truly was until tonight, and while she respected Mokie for exploring her fantasies, she knew instantly this was not something she wanted for herself. 

Jenn traced her tip of the crop down Mokie's spine. With every miniscule graze of leather against skin, Mokie flinched and gasped, expecting the worst. Jenn chuckled as her painless flecks caused severe anxiety to her slave.

Mokie steadied her nerves just long enough to beg.

"Please!" she cried, her trepidation discernible in her wavering voice. "Please, mistress. Not in front of my cousin."

"Your cousin can leave if she likes, although I think she enjoyed herself watching you demonstrate who you truly are." Jenn offered her odiferous fingers to Mokie as proof.

"Panda, please," Mokie whimpered. Her request seemed to exhaust every last ounce of energy remaining in her resistance. "Please go."

"I think she wants to stay," Jenn insisted, running the crop up Mokie's spine as a warning.

"No!" Panda said sharply. Having gained the attention of Jenn and Jason, she immediately quieted her tone. "I want to go."

"Well, I can't keep you against your will," Jen said. "Needless to say, it is probably in the best interest of your cousin if you do not say anything about this to anyone."

"I know. Sorry, Mokie. I am going to try to catch that last train." It was a stupid thing to say given the situation, but she thought it would add some normalcy to this surreal experience.

Mokie just sniffled, refusing to lift her cum-covered visage to say goodbye. 

Panda, ever the mediator, thought that perhaps she should try to reassure Mokie that she would not judge her. "Mokie," she said. "Please know that I respect you for allowing yourself to be what you want to be. I just realized that this is not what I want for myself, that's all."

Mokie sobbed, wanting to scream her innocence, explain the whole situation. But she realized acquiescence was the easiest and fastest way out. "I understand," she whimpered.

As Panda grabbed her bag and scurried out the door, Jenn said "Hey, wait up!" Panda turned just in time to see Jenn toss her the cell phone she was missing. "Can't forget that!"

"Thank you," she said, her gratuity towards Jenn adding more salt to Mokie's wounds.

Panda closed the door and left the other three silent, except for Mokie's incessant sniffling. Jenn chuckled as she circled her pet, letting the crop tap randomly along Mokie's shoulders, back and ass. The cool leather startled against her hot, sweaty skin with each brush.

Mokie was on the verge of a complete breakdown. Her cousin, her confidant and best friend, had just witnessed her submit fully to this blackmailing tandem, and was now of the impression that she was a willing sex toy for their amusement. As she remained on her hands and knees, this horrible reality continued to sink in deeper.

Jason could sense that Mokie was about to enter into a depression from which she might not return, especially if Jenn continued taunting her with the crop. Somehow, despite everything she had been through this last week, he only now began to feel a hint of compassion. She had never before demonstrated such intense sorrow.

In an instant, Jason lurched from his chair and grabbed the crop from Jenn's hand.

"Enough," he said. Jenn could tell he was serious, but did not understand why. The look in his eyes warned her against protesting.

"Mokie," he said, using her name for the first time in what seemed like ages. "Go take a shower. Clean yourself up."

Mokie was stunned, and resisted making a move towards the bathroom for fear that he was testing her. She looked up to him, her right eye still welded shut with his cum. 

"Its OK. Go," he said.

Mokie worked her quivering form to its feet and jolted to the bathroom, closing the door behind her but not locking it. She still feared defying them in any way.

As she regulated the water, Jenn and Jason argued on the other side of the door.

"What the hell was that about?" Jenn demanded.

"We took that too far," Jason answered "I never should have let you talk me into that charade." He was more concerned that Panda was going to spoil their fun by informing Mrs. Lau, though he knew it was doubtful.

"Babe, its OK. Panda and I were talking, and she is into the whole submissive thing. She was curious!"

"I don't care. All we need is for one person to spill the beans and we are all in a lot of trouble. We shouldn't take risks like that."

"Baby," Jenn said, moving into him and grabbing his cock. "I promise, she will be quiet."

Jason let her try to convince him by working his dick up and down, but he was ultimately unmoved. 

"Even if she does stay quiet, we just struck a chord deep within Mokie. That hurt her on a whole other level."

"I know! It was so hot! You should have seen the way Panda was bucking against me while you reamed Mokie's asshole. She loved it, too!"

"No," Jason retorted, pushing her away. "If she walks around with wearing that depression on her face, people will begin to ask questions. I need you to make things right. Go in there and apologize to her."

"What? Fuck no!" said Jenn. Jason realized that Jenn would not be as compliant as Mokie, but had grown used to women obeying his every command. He tried an alternate approach.

"If you want to please me, you will go in that shower and service Mokie's pussy with your tongue. You have to make things right before she does something rash."

This was not in any way what Jenn wanted to do, but she sensed that Jason was going to make her do it one way or another. If she agreed and played along now, she could take her revenge on Mokie after Jason left.

"OK," she said. "I understand."

Mokie jumped when Jason pulled the shower curtain aside. She expected the worst, but what played out continued to toy with her fragile mental state.

"Mokie," Jason addressed her as Jenn climbed naked into the tub. "Jenn is going to service you for the next few minutes. She is yours to do with as you like. This is her apology for that twisted stunt she pulled."

Mokie thought it must be some kind of trap. Why would they have this sudden change of heart?

The hot water had long since swept the cum from her face, and was now running over her shoulders, down her stomach and into her pussy. She watched as Jenn unlocked her pierced pussy lips and handed the lock and key to Jason. She instantly slipped her tongue inside Mokie's cunt, the bottom half of her head disappearing between Mokie's legs.

As Jenn's tongue slipped around inside her, Mokie felt a frustrating mix of pleasure and guilt swell inside her. She did not want to feel good right now, she just wanted to wipe her memory clean. But Jenn was masterful with her tongue, and Mokie was responding.

"Come on," said Jason. "This girl has humiliated you, disgraced you, manipulated you. You can do whatever you want to her now, under my supervision. Let her have it."

Mokie looked down at her mistress, dutifully lapping at her clit. She was scared of the potential backlash, but did not want to let this opportunity pass. She grabbed Jenn's hair with both hands and pulled her hard into her crotch. This is exactly what Jenn had done to her in the beginning of the week, and she felt a small measure of redemption as she returned the favor.

Jenn gripped Mokie's thighs as Mokie cut off her oxygen supply, smothering her with her pussy. 

"MMMMPPPPFFFFFF" Jenn struggled beneath her. 

Wary of reprecautions but emboldened by Jason's assurances, Mokie pulled Jenn out of her pussy and slapped her hard across her face.

Jenn just smiled, knowing that the worse Mokie treated her now, the harder she would avenge her tonight.

"Be careful, slut," she warned. "Jason has to leave some time."

Mokie shut her up by bringing her back into her pussy and rubbing her clit against her nose. Jason cracked the riding crop hard between Jenn's shoulder blades.

"There will be no retribution later. You are apologizing for going too far with Panda." Jenn heard it, but ignored it. She knew she could dominate Mokie tonight and force her to keep quiet about it.

As a demonstration of compliance, she extended her middle finger and slid it up Mokie's dripping hole. Mokie gasped in response and thrust her hips forward. Her fingers were wrapped up tight in Jenn's hair as she ground her pussy up and down her face.

A surge of dominance swept over her, driving her faster towards her impending orgasm. All of the abuse she had suffered, all of the humiliation, the piercings and tattoos, had led to this glorious moment of revenge. She humped faster and harder against Jenn's compliant face and fingers as they expertly massaged her pleasure areas.

Just as she was beginning to approach climax, Jason reached in and turned off the water.

"Get out," he said. "Did she get you off?"

"No, master," Mokie answered truthfully as she tiptoed onto the bath mat.

"OK. I want you to return to your room, put the plug back in place, and then lie on your bed and spread your legs. We will join you momentarily."

Mokie had a feeling it was all too good to be true. Jason had given her a minute hope that she could retaliate, and she failed to do so. Now, she would return to her room where they would both torture her until morning. She obediently stepped out of the bathroom and fulfilled his orders.

"What are you getting at, Jason?" Jenn demanded. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Relax, love. I am the same guy. Don't worry." His words were what Jenn wanted to hear, but his tone sounded hollow.

As they discussed their plans, Mokie sat the plug on the mattress and sat down on it. The hard rubber slipped easily into place, a fact that both relieved and concerned Mokie. She recalled how hard it was to get in place earlier in the week.

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs, listening intently at the murmurs coming from the bathroom, but unable to make out any details.

After a few minutes, Jenn and Jason joined her, Jenn with three pairs of handcuffs, and Jason with her iPad.

"Such an obedient little whore," Jenn said as she admired Mokie's submission. She grabbed each of her ankles and handcuffed them to the corners of the bed. Mokie gave no resistance as Jenn cuffed her left hand to the post above her head, leaving her right hand free.

Meanwhile, Jason tapped a few times on the iPad until Mokie could hear Facetime ringing. Jason handed her the iPad and instructed her:

"I want you to tell her what a great time you had on our date tonight. Dinner, movie, no sex or anything untoward."

In an instant, Mokie's nipples stiffened as she realized that she was about to be face-to-face with her mother as she was cuffed to the bed in front of her captors. Before her mother answered, Jenn crawled between her legs and returned her skilled tongue to her sopping wet cunt. 

Mokie held the iPad in her right hand, about eighteen inches from her face, so that her mom could see only her head and the pillow behind her. 

"Mokie?" Mokie heard her mother answer on her computer at home.

"Hi mom!" Mokie tried to act naturally. "I just wanted to tell you about my date tonight."

"Oh. I trust everything went well?"

Jenn sucked her clit into her mouth and bit down on it. Mokie gaped her mouth silently, trying to keep a straight face, and certainly trying not to scream.

"Yes, mom. Nothing exciting to report. First we went to a local cafe for dinner..."

Jenn stuck two fingers straight up her pussy, and Mokie strained against her cuffs.

"Are you OK, honey?" her mom could sense a sort of pain.

"Yes, sorry, mom. Just a charlie horse...and then after dinner we saw the new James Bond movie."

"And...after that?"

Mokie rolled her eyes, acting playful as her bound body was teased by her masters. "Nothing, ma...he walked me home and said 'good night.'"

"Such a gentleman," Mrs. Lau said proudly. Jason punctuated the point by cracking the crop down on her left nipple.

Mokie yelped audibly. "Honey, are you OK?" her mom asked.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mokie saw Jason moving his hand back and forth across his throat, ordering her to finish the call.

"Yeah, mom. Sorry," she winced. "I seem to have a cramp in my shin. I will call you back later."

Jenn lapped furiously at her swollen clit. 

"I am glad you had a good time, honey. I still love you, you know."

Jenn's finger pressed hard against her, demanding that she cum. Mokie would have cum already if she had not been so used to the orgasm denials. She was able to hold out a little longer, at least.

"I love you too, mom, good night." Her last seven words emerged as one, jumbled syllable. She hung up the iPad.

"Well, that is about all I needed to hear," Jason said as he left his crop on the nightstand and turned to leave. He addressed Jenn briefly before departing. "Be nice, now." There was a hint of warning in his voice, but Mokie was unsure whether or not he was being serious.

Jenn removed her lips from Mokie's flowing pussy, though she continued to stroke it with her hand. "Don't worry, baby. She will be good as new for you tomorrow morning."

Without a word more, Jason turned and left. Once he was safely out of hearing range, Jenn's cruel demeanor returned. She picked the crop of the nightstand and whipped the bottom of Mokie's right foot.

"I am going to have so much fun with you tonight, slut," she said. "You are going to regret that slap, I promise you."



Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 10



Readers, it has been a true pleasure writing this story and receiving your feedback. While I am sad to see it come to an end, I am excited to start something new. If you have ideas for a story you would like me to write, please contact me via email. I will take any requests.



Thank you to that certain someone who served as inspiration for so much of this story. It could not have happened without you.

Now, the conclusion: 

.....

Riding crop in hand, Jenn sat back in the reclining chair in Mokie's bedroom. Mokie's ankles were still cuffed to the corners of the bed, as was her right hand above her head. Jenn's chair was at the base of the bed, giving her a prime view of Mokie's spread pussy.

"I know you haven't been able to cum yet tonight, honey," Jenn taunted. "Go ahead and get yourself off now."

Mokie was experiencing a swell of emotions. She had just finished talking to her mother on Facetime as Jenn ate her pussy and Jason smacked her tit with the crop. She had been brought to the brink of orgasm, and then left a whimpering, blubbering mess. Her body wanted to experience orgasm, but her mind wanted to rest, to go to sleep and escape this anguish.

"Please, mistress," she sobbed. "I don't need to cum. Please let me rest."

Wordlessly, Jenn sat forward in her chair and raised the crop over her head.

"NO! Please..." Mokie cried as she saw the crop come crashing down. It cut through the air with an audible velocity. The sound echoed in Mokie's ears immediately before impact, but nothing could brace her for the searing pain that coursed through her body. Her hips shot off the mattress and her unshackled left hand covered her throbbing pussy instinctively. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, not wanting to give Jenn the satisfaction of her cries, but unable to mask her pain entirely.

"That was not an offer, slave. That was a command. Now finger your cunt for me!"

Mokie's clit was pulsating against her palm, and she felt that if she fingered it even slightly, it would be more painful than pleasurable. Instead, she compliantly dipped her middle finger into her hole, still wet with Jenn's saliva.

"Good little pet," said Jenn as she leaned back in her chair and started stroking her own clit. As she did, she let her crop trace the soles of Mokie's feet, causing her to flinch against her restraints.

"Tell me, slut...how does it feel to be exposed to your cousin? Are you ashamed that your whorish tendencies were revealed?"

Mokie sobbed as she continued to finger herself. "Yes, mistress. I am so ashamed."

"Tell me one word you would use to describe yourself right now," Jenn insisted.

Mokie paused, giving this request an honest thought. Tonight, she had been fucked in the ass and given a dousing facial. Her submission to both Jenn and Jason had been displayed to her loving confidant of a cousin. Then she had to lie to her mother about how great her date was while Jenn and Jason abused her off camera. Now, she was rubbing her tortured pussy for her mistress's pleasure. It all made her feel so...

"Ugly," she finally answered. 

Juices flowed like grand rapids to Jenn's excited hole when Mokie spoke. She had her slave right where she wanted her: broken down, ashamed, repentant. 

"You are ugly, slut. You are worthless; a whore. Before this week, you would walk around campus like the biggest cock tease, then go to clubs and fuck total strangers in bathroom stalls. You would walk around campus like a saint, untouchable, while only I knew your true self. Well, with any luck, I will expose you to the entire university for the slut you truly are."

Mokie listened to the words and knew they were true. She recalled her most recent escapade, with her neighbor in Circuits and Systems class. Though she did not even know his name, she thought of him fondly, having given her the most rousing orgasm of the last week. Of course, it was only so great because of all the orgasm denial that Jason had inflicted on her.

As she remembered her janitor-room fuck, her fingers nimbly played with her responsive clit, further validating Jenn's analysis of her. 

"Faster, slut. Get yourself off," ordered Jenn.

Mokie was allowing herself to get into it, pumping her fingers in and out with greater speed. She felt her juices ooze from her gaping hole, spread with three fingertips for Jenn's amusement. 

When she started to buck her hips off the mattress in a mounting drive towards her long-awaited climax, Jenn jumped out of her chair and grabbed her wrist.

"Ah! Mistress, pleeeeeease!" she whined without shame. She could not believe she had allowed herself to believe that Jenn would let her cum.

Jenn clasped a fourth cuff around her wrist and yanked it to the top of the bed. As she clicked around the bedpost, she explained. "Me first, slut."

Jenn climbed up on the mattress and straddled Mokie's head, facing her body. "The faster you use that tongue to get me off, the faster I let you cum, slave." She lowered her pussy onto her mouth as a means of encouragement.

Mokie was panting and moaning beneath her, frustrated that her pleading cunt was going unassuaged. She took too long to respond to Jenn's order, and paid for it with another hard smack from the crop on her clit.

"AAAAAaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" she screamed with her mouth stretched as wide as it would go. Jenn pressed down against it, reveling as Mokie's scream vibrated against her entire pussy.

"Let's go, slut! Get that tongue out!"

Mokie gave it her best shot, but the pain between her legs was too distracting. Her tongue took nimble flicks at the outer folds of Jenn's clam, instead of deep, plunging dives like Jenn was looking for. Despite Jenn's insistent urging, Mokie could not get going to her liking.

"You should have obeyed, slave," Jenn warned as she dismounted and left the room. Mokie could hear her rumbling through the kitchen cabinets, but thought nothing of it as she focused on her screaming clit. Her arms and legs squirmed against their restraints, unable to ease the pain with any movement.

When Jenn returned from the kitchen, she had a pair of chopsticks that were tightly bound together with a pair of rubber bands. Mokie's imagination could only go so far as to assume that this was an implement of pussy abuse. She never could have considered its true purpose. 

Jenn showed the chopsticks to Mokie, pulling them apart and allowing them to snap back together as a demonstration of their construction. She climbed back on Mokie's face, sitting further back towards her forehead. Mokie's eyes were level with Jenn's spread, sopping wet pussy.

"I want that tongue, bitch. Stick it out as far as it will go!"

Mokie took a deep breath and extended her tongue, still awaiting the chopstick invasion of her pussy. Jenn pulled on the tip of her tongue until the stud was past her lips and commanded that she hold it there. Mokie waited patiently, her tongue extended to its furthest point.

Jenn spread the chopsticks in both hands and lowered it down both sides of Mokie's tongue. Once it was on the other side of the stud, she let the sticks snap back together, trapping Mokie's tongue between them. The stud prevented Mokie from retracting her tongue into her mouth, locking two inches of pink moistness flickering past her lips. The chopsticks pressed hard against the back of Mokie's mouth.

"Guggugggg," Mokie stuttered as she futilely tried to regain control of her tongue. She quickly relented. She would sooner tear a hole in her tongue by pulling her stud too hard against the chopsticks, so she did her best to relax and get used to the horrible position.

Jenn slid forward and lowered her hole onto Mokie's protruding tongue. It slid nicely into her already gushing pussy.

"Ooooohhh," she moaned. "Much better, slut. Thank you." She chuckled.

As she ground her pussy against Mokie's face, she started to slowly rub Mokie's clit, trying to egg her on towards another near-orgasm. Mokie bucked her hips against her hand as she stared deep between Jenn's spread cheeks towards her asshole. She watched as her puckered sphincter rocked back and forth, touching the tip of her nose before rocking forward again.

The odiferous sex began to overwhelm Mokie. She felt as if she might pass out if the smell grew any stronger. It invaded her nostrils and filled her mouth. 

Fortunately for Mokie, Jenn's omnipotence was getting to her head, and more importantly, her pussy. Her slave was immobile beneath her, and her trapped tongue was doing all the wonders she was hoping it would. She clenched her thighs tight around Mokie's head as her orgasm neared. 

Before she dismounted, she slid forward and nestled her asshole onto Mokie's protruding tongue. It dipped inside her sphincter and wiggled around as Mokie tried to fight the taste off. It touched Jenn in all the right places. She was on the verge.

It felt as if her climax started at her neck and rolled all the way down her spine before exploding out of her pussy. Her juices squirted all over Mokie's face and down her throat, amply coating her tongue. She grabbed onto Mokie's hips for support, as she lost her balance and thought she might fall of the bed. It was magnificent. 

"Ahhhhh, that was so good, slut. Thank you for giving me your tongue to work with." Jenn clenched her ass tight around Mokie's tongue, before relenting and climbing off her.

She took a pair of scissors from Mokie's drawer and snipped one of the rubber bands. The chopsticks snapped apart, releasing Mokie's tongue, which instinctively snapped back into place. Mokie held her jaw open, her tongue still too sore to operate functionally.

Jenn strode sensuously out of the room. Mokie could see her post-orgasmic sweat glistening in the faint light, shimmering on every square inch of her perfect skin. Despite the torture, Mokie had to admit it was a tempting sight. Jenn disappeared for about thirty seconds, before returning with a few tiny objects.

"OK, slut. Here's the deal. I don't really know what Jason is up to. I don't know if he is bored with you, scared about being discovered, or putting on some kind of an act. Regardless of what he has in mind, I still have enough dirt on you to own you, and I am going to take advantage."

As she talked she removed the hoop earrings that Mokie had been forced to wear this last week and replaced it with a new pair. Dangling off the bottom of these hoops was the word "Slave."

"Tomorrow night, we are going to a frat party around the corner. The theme is lingerie, which means that all the girls will be wearing their sluttiest lingerie, and all the guys will be in boxers. Generally, the evening evolves into an all out orgy, or several smaller orgies. I plan on taking you there and auctioning you off to the highest bidder, be it a guy, girl, or couple."

"Mistress, please. Can I not just serve you privately?"

"Awww. Are you getting shy now, slut?" Jenn mocked. "After seeing you auctioned off at the tattoo parlor, I really want to conduct an auction myself. Besides, this will help cover all of the groceries and utilities you owe me for."

Mokie laid her head against the pillow in resignation. There was no point in fighting it. She knew she would obey.

"But," Jen said as she grabbed a fistful of Mokie's hair, "We don't want you to be able to hide these new hoop earrings. They so perfectly define you."

With that, she picked up the scissors from the night stand and sheared off several inches of hair, so that it came to an end at her ears instead of her shoulders. 

"Noooo!!! Mistress, please!!! Just let me wear my hair up!"

Jenn silently shook her head as se continue around to the other side of her head. In a few short moments, Mokie's hairline had been shortened all the way around her head. It was a rough chop cut, and though it was not her look, she still looked hot. This would not diminish her auction value at all, Jenn thought.

"Now," Jenn continued. "Get some rest. If you can get yourself off with this foot free, go for it," she chuckled as she unlocked the cuff around her left ankle. "If not, I will let whomever purchases you tomorrow get you off. A good cum should be on the horizon for you."

She practically skipped out of the room, leaving Mokie alone with her thoughts and apprehensions about what tomorrow might bring. She wanted to inspect her hair, but her hands were still shackled.

Instead, she let her still-pulsing pussy take control. Using her unbound foot, she dragged her sheet into a pile just below her pussy. She held the sheets against her throbbing clit with the heel of her left foot and humped softly against it. 

It was sensual when she needed a pounding, but it supplied enough friction to stimulate her. Whimpering in shame, she humped against the white linen mound between her legs. In short time, she was able to reach a climax, though it was the tiniest, most pathetic and unfulfilling orgasm of her life. It was enough only to help her sleep, which she did, soundly, until Jenn woke her up the following morning.

.....

You have been leaning against the wall for the last ten minutes, trying to understand how you allowed your friends to talk you into coming to this ridiculous party. "It's college!" was their irrefutable argument. "Live it up a little!" 

But you ended up convincing yourself to come to break out of this funk you were in. You should have been on cloud nine, having hooked up with the girl you had been infatuated with just two days ago. But your post-class, janitor-room quickie was not the way you wanted it to go down. You are a romantic at heart, and would have preferred a proper date followed by passionate, meaningful sex and the potential for a relationship. 

But how could you have turned down that opportunity? The two of you barely exchanged words before your dick was buried in her yearning pussy, eliciting an animalistic lust like you had never experienced before. 

Your friends mocked you for feeling guilty, claiming that they would have loved to trade places with you. Nothing that hot ever happened to them. One night stands were common, of course, but an afternoon fuck-fest in a campus building with a relative stranger elevated you to deity status amongst your friends. If only you could see it their way.

Now, you are acting the wallflower, standing in only your boxers, while the rest of the room is unfolding like a scene from Eyes Wide Shut. The rest of your lacrosse teammates, also bearing only boxers or briefs, were paired off with lingerie-clad girls from several sororities. The intentions of this party were obvious: meet someone new and fuck them. 

All that has been witnessed publicly thus far is some teasing, flirting and heavy make-out sessions, but you are certain that some of your pals have split off to private bedrooms with at least one girl each. You are certain that what is about to play out is an all-out orgy, the college rendition of Gomorra. 

As you have rebuffed all advances to this point in the evening, you are the now the lonely remainder, the last unpaired student. So as everyone else is transfixed by their counterpart, kissing or feeling someone new, you are the first person to see two beautiful girls enter the house.

One of them is your typical southern California blonde: tall, buxom, sultry. But the other is the one catching your interest. Other than her tan, toned calves, all that is visible is her short hair. Her eyes and nose are covered by a tight leather mask, with two thin slits for her to see through. Giant hoop earrings tapped against the sides of her face, the word "Slave" hanging from each of them. Both ladies were covered from their shoulders to their knees by a light rain coat.

You are the only one watching them as the blonde leads the other to the center of the room and directs her to stand on the coffee table. As you are their only observer, you are the only one prepared for the loud whistle as the blonde brings two fingers to her mouth to call everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she soars over the ambiance of the room. "The last thing I want to do is interrupt the fun, but I have a proposition that could make one of you much happier tonight."

Reluctantly, the horny students paused their advances on each other and turned their attention to the two girls in the middle of the room. 

"You see," the blonde continued, "My slut roommate here is delinquent for her share of the bills, and she has agreed to allow me to auction her off tonight to help pay her expenses. 

Slut," she said, turning towards her slave. "Remove your coat and show the room what they will be be bidding on."

Silently, the girl undoes the belt securing her coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing her fully nude body, except for a collar and leash that hung between her breasts. Amongst the moans of approval, you hear yourself gasp. That body looks incredibly familiar. But it can't be. Monique's hair was longer, for one, and she didn't have these obscene tattoos: 'Slut' above her pussy and 'Whore' above her ass. Monique might have fucked him in the janitor's closet after very little conversation, but she would not go so far as to mark herself like this, would she?

You do your best to convince yourself that it is not her, that too much has changed in two days for it to be the same girl you had been fawning over. But you are confident that the ass on auction is the one you were just gripping.

As she spins for the room to admire her, her eyes make contact with yours, and you both flinch. Those are are what lured you in the coffee shop a week ago, and what you remember most from the quickie on Friday. 

It is her.

.....

The auction gets off to a rocky start.

"I hate to burst your bubble, babe," says one of the guys on the couch, a stunning red head massaging his groin through his boxers. "But why would we pay for what we can get for free?"

"Ha!" Jenn laughed at his naivety. She removed a banana from her purse and handed it to Mokie. "Show him what you can do, slave." 

Mokie placed the banana on her tongue and slid it straight into her throat. It was something she had learned to do by rote this week, with multiple cocks in multiple positions. But just to be safe, Jenn had spent the afternoon rehearsing this routine, just to boost the bidding.

Jenn looked at the redhead on the couch. "Can you do that?" she asked.

The redhead scoffed, as if throating was beneath her. "I don't do that," she responded, emphasizing 'don't.'

"I'd bet he'd like it if you did," Jenn answered, gesturing to her guy. "And you," Jenn addressed another girl in the room. "Do you do anal?"

"Of course not," she said. "Real girl's don't do anal."

"Slave?" Jenn turned towards Mokie.

As rehearsed, Mokie knelt with her ass towards the majority of the room and brought the banana to her ass. It slid in with ease, as the butt plug had been in place until they got out of the car just outside the house. The banana flowed into her ass with so little resistance that Mokie was both relieved and ashamed.

Jenn put a hand between Mokie's shoulder blades and pushed until she was on her elbows. She then removed a cucumber from her purse and lined it up with Mokie's pussy. 

"Uuughh," Mokie groaned as Jenn lodged it in her wet cunt. She hung her head in shame as she was double penetrated by phallic food.

"And how many girls in the room are wiling to do this?" asked Jenn.

"That is disgusting," said the redhead. 

"I got news for you, honey," said Jenn. "These guys aren't looking for a wife tonight. They are looking for a slut who will do anything. This slut will do anything, take anything, lick anything, swallow anything...there is absolutely nothing off limits with this whore.

So, shall we start the bidding at $100?"

"I'm in for $100," said the redhead's beau, raising his hand. His girl removed her hand from his cock and crossed her arms over her lace-clad breasts.




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 10



"Make it $200," said another in the back of the room.

Bidding escalated quickly as Mokie remained on all fours and awaited her fate. Looking up through the slits in her mask, she saw her classmate again, and knew that he recognized her. She hoped that he would be her hero, somehow, and when he bid $400, her pussy started gushing in anticipation.

However, he was quickly outbid, and did not bid again. As the number rose, Mokie considered that he must have come from a modest upbringing, and could only bid what he could afford himself, while everyone else here was bidding their parents' money.

The number rose to $800, which was far more than either Mokie or Jenn had anticipated. One guy raised it to $900, then another to $1,000. But before it went any higher, the $800 bidder made a proposal.

"What if the three of us give $800 each. That is $2,400 for you. After all, what is the point of getting a girl who will do double penetration if there is only one cock for her?"

"Gentlemen, do you agree to that?"

The other two nodded their agreement, preferring to share her than to lose her entirely. 

"Well, gentlemen, we have a deal. Slave, present yourself to your owners for tonight."

"Wait!" a stern voice yelled from the corner of the room. Jenn turned to see an athletic man in just his boxers, who until this point had been leaning against the wall by himself.

"Can you up the ante?" Jenn asked, excited at the prospect of making even more money. 

"No," he said as he walked up to Mokie, who was trembling in her high heels as her janitor room fling approached. He peered through the slits in her mask and deep into her eyes. He was certain it was her. "Just confirm that you consent to this," he said. 

Mokie's angst increased at the question, sensing a genuine concern on his part, a compassion that had not been available to her during this week of hell. But whether from fear or her extensive training, she betrayed herself.

"I do consent," she said.

He looked crestfallen at her affirmation, and simply nodded and backed away.

"Thanks for that, loser," said Jenn, rolling her eyes. "Now can we please let the festivities begin?"

The three men sat side by side on the couch, and Jenn handed the one in the middle Mokie's leash. She stepped back to enjoy the debauchery unfold as Mokie sank to her knees in utter compliance.

"Pull my cock out and get to work, slut. I am going to fuck you raw right here in front of all of these people."

Mokie slipped her hand into the slot of his boxers and withdrew a decent sized cock at full staff. She obediently encased it with her lips and bobbed up and down. The guys on the ends of the couch pulled her hands to their cocks and ordered her to jerk them off while she sucked their friend.

Mokie quickly relieved herself of any thoughts of her potential hero. Her pussy was gushing at the thought of how many times these guys would get her off tonight.

Jenn worked her way towards the back wall, hoping to watch the scene in relative solitude, but she was in for a rude awakening. The guy who had asked for Mokie's consent grabbed her harshly by the upper arm and dragged her into an adjacent room with a yelp.

"What the fuck, asshole?" she demanded.

Safely out of audible range from the rest of the house, he whispered, "I know there is something wrong here. I saw it in her eyes. You have something on her, I know it. She does not want to be doing what she is doing out there."

Jenn took a second before replying. He had no proof, but he was certain, and she knew he was right. She opted to try the denial route.

"As I explained, she owes me a lot of money, and she agreed to this to pay me back."

"Bull shit," he replied. "Nobody does that to pay off a few bills." He cracked the door and pointed as he spoke. They observed Mokie, now on the couch with her ankles pinned above her head, as one of the guys was fucking her pussy and the others pinched her pierced nipples. The banana was still popping out of her asshole.

"Ahhhhh....ssssssssss," her scream filled the room before she hissed through her teeth at their abuse.

"Take it, slut," said the guy pummeling her cunt. 

"Do you like that, bitch," said one of the guys as he twisted her nipple.

"Ohhhhhh. Fuuuuuuck, yessss!" she screamed in genuine pleasure as she her overused but orgasmically denied pussy was fucked relentlessly pounded.

"Man, she fucking loves it!" said the third guy. "We are going to have to use this ho for all she is worth."

The redhead picked the cucumber off the table and brought it to Mokie's mouth. "Here, eat it, whore!" she yelled at her. "Taste your pussy-flavored cucumber."

She forced it past Mokie's lips and onto her tongue. "Bite it! I want to see you eat this vegetable after it was stuck up your filthy cunt."

Mokie bit.

After letting the door close, Jenn addressed him again. "Does that seem like someone who is fucking against her will?"

"I can't believe it. There must be an explanation," he lamented. The girl he had hoped would be his steady was the campus slut. He was stunned.

"Wait a minute," said Jenn, putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "You are the guy she hooked up with after class on Friday, aren't you?"

He remained silent. Jenn knew she was right. 

"I hope you didn't think that she was in love with you." 

From outside the room, they heard one of the guys say, "Let's replace that banana with something bigger."

With a evil grin, Jenn cracked the door to see what was going on. Mokie was now flat on her stomach on the couch, one guy pumping in and out of her ass, another lodged deep in her mouth. 

"God, her throat is so tight on my dick!" he grunted.

"Her ass, too!" said the other. "Its like she doesn't want me to pull out!"

"Mphh, mphh, mphh," Mokie squeaked as the guy in her ass started to spank her.

"Look," said Jenn to her defeated counterpart. "She is fingering her pussy while getting her throat and ass fucked. This is the real Mokie."

She then caught herself. She had not intended to say her name, even if this guy already knew who she was.

He, on the other hand, knew her only as Monique until this point, and was surprised by this curious nickname. 

"Look," Jenn said again. "Just because I enable her slutty nature doesn't mean I'm a slut. You seem like a really nice guy." She grabbed his cock through his boxers, more than implying her intentions. "Whoa....a really nice guy!" She marveled at his size.

"No, fuck you," he said, pushing her away. "Something doesn't add up here. I know something is going on."

"Fine, asshole. Live in your fantasy world. My advice to you: this is college. Live it up like your slut friend Mokie."

"Sit down on this cock, bitch," resounded a voice from the other room.

Again, Jenn cracked the door to observe. Mokie squatted down on the erect shaft of a guy sitting on the couch. He buried it in her ass and pulled her back against his chest. As if coordinated in advance, the three girls who had been with the guys who had won the auction approached her. Two grabbed her ankles and pulled her spread eagle, lewdly displaying her juicing cunt to the crowd. 

The other girl grabbed her wrists and pulled them over the back of the couch, securing her tightly. The two remaining dicks advanced on her, one spearing the easy target of her pussy, while the other climbed on the couch, straddled her chest and pushed into her mouth. Mokie willingly took them, not that she had a choice.

"Ashley, grab her hair and fuck that cock with her head," said one of the girls holding an ankle to the one holding her hands. 

"With pleasure," she said. "Let's teach this bitch a lesson." Holding both of Mokie's hands in one of her own, she grabbed a fistful of hair just above the forehead and pulled harshly back and forth. 

"Gack, gack, gack," Mokie choked as the cock repeatedly slammed against the back of her throat. 

"Not cumming now, are you, you little whore?"

"Guess what, I think she is!" exclaimed the guy in her pussy. 

"MMMMMMMpppphhhh!!!!" Mokie's muffled orgasm was still audible enough to stun the room. 

"Good Lord! Slut must love it rough!"

The room agreed with more derogatory comments about her whorish nature. 

As they continued to gang bang her, the door swung open and Jason stepped in. 

"Uh oh," said Jenn. 

"What?" said her companion in the room.

"Oh shit," Jenn said as she watched Jason scan the room and catch her eye.

A second later, he slammed into the room, red-faced with rage. 

"What the fuck, Jenn? You are taking things too far. We're going to get caught!"

"Ahem," Jenn said, clearing her throat and gesturing towards the third party in the room.

"You," Jason said. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"You're asking me? What the fuck is going on her, Jason? I knew it, and you just confirmed that something foul is afoot."

"See what I'm talking about, Jenn. Who else knows?"

"Nobody, baby," she said with a pouty face, playing with the buttons to his shirt. "It is just a fluke that her classroom fuck was here tonight."

Jason smacked her hand away, and in a hushed but stern tone scorned her. "Every risk I have taken has been calculated and well thought out. I leave you alone with her for one night and you force her to engage in an orgy on campus? She's probably had classes with half of these kids!"

"Relax, babe. Nobody knows who she is with that mask on and new hair."

"Fucking bitch," Jason said, losing control and slapping her hard across the face. Jen gasped and collapsed to one knee.

"Hey!" said the guy behind him, spinning him around and punching him square in the jaw. 

Jason tripped over Jenn and fell in a heap on the floor. His assailant knelt over him and held his head to the ground. "That is for hitting a woman," he said. "And this is for Mokie."

He reared back and punched him in the mouth, knocking out a tooth.

"Fuck, relax!" Jason pleaded. After one more punch to the side of the head, he let up.

"Tell me what is going on," he demanded. 

"Fuck, OK," Jason gave in, fearing another attack. He turned to the side and spit out a tooth, a splattering of blood with it. The veins in his attacker's forearms were bursting, and Jason knew he was overmatched.

.....

Meanwhile, in the other room, Mokie was out of her mind with lust. While she had initially been concerned that this group would be rough on her like all the rest, the trio of guys fucking her and their girlfriends were intent on humiliating her another way: by making her cum as many times as possible. They could not believe that a girl this filthy existed outside of the porn industry, and making her cum was their way of shaming her.

But Mokie, who had suffered countless hours of orgasm denial, was savoring every climax, doing whatever she could do work her way towards another.

Currently, she was standing with her left shoulder against the wall and only her left foot on the ground. Her right leg was lifted up towards her chest, something she was able to accomplish after years of yoga. The redhead held her ankle tightly above her head.

Behind her and in front of her were a pair of dicks, double penetrating her ass and pussy. Her elevated leg provided an easy view of the dicks hammering her holes. She hugged the guy in front of her, drawing him tight to her chest. His chest hair tickled her emphatic nipples, sending a shock wave all the way to her pulsing clit. She came again, to the delight and mockery of the room.

The pair of men backed away from her and the redhead released her ankle. Mokie was too overwhelmed to stand on her feet, and sank to her knees. It was not her intent, but it was awfully suggestive, and the three men brought their hard-ons to her, demanding her tongue.

They spent about a minute passing her mouth around, fucking her face hard and deep. Mokie felt each successive and then recurring invasion distend her cheeks, plug her throat, press her tongue flat against the bottom of her mouth. It was vigorous and rough, but she could care less. Coming down from her fourth orgasm of the night, she was delirious, mentally floating above the cock buffet being fed to her.

By the time they all withdrew and started stroking their cocks at her masked visage, her lipstick was smeared, her hair was a ravaged mess, and a long string of drool was leaking onto her tits.

"Uuhh," Mokie panted as she allowed her ass to sink back onto her feet, backing just slightly away from the cum pistols aimed at her.

"Nah, nah, nah," said the redhead, grabbing her by the hair. She pulled her upright, so that there was a straight line from her knees to her head. "You don't come in here and fuck all our boyfriends and then dodge the money shot. Now take it like the whore you have proved yourself to be."

"Open your mouth, slut. Let us see that stud. Give us a target."

Mokie was numb to this treatment by now. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, dutifully awaiting the salty streaks to mark her. She did not have to wait long.

The three cocksmen starting shooting their loads in unison, striking Mokie from every angle. Mokie felt the streams stick to her cheeks, her tongue, her lips and chin. As a few ounces started to slide down her throat, a couple more shots landed on the slits of her mask, darkening the room to her. When they were done, the redhead tossed her on the floor, face down, where she laid still on the verge of fainting.

"I got to know who this bitch is," said one of the guys. 

"Yeah!" the crowd roared. 

He knelt behind her and started to loosen the multiple knots securing her mask. They were complicated, and it took him a little longer than expected. As the crowd chanted, he managed to loosen the three knots just enough to where he thought he could pull the mask over her head.

Mokie started coming out of her daze. "No!" she screamed. "Please, stop!"

He rolled her onto her back and grabbed the mask just above the ear.

Mokie continued to plead. "Stop! I'm begging!" Her arms flailed weakly at him, trying either to strike him or at least fend off the hand on her mask. The redhead took control of her arms and pinned them above her head. Another girl grabbed her kicking feet and sat on them.

"Please, noooo!" Mokie screamed as she felt his fingers beneath her mask.

"Too bad, bitch," he said. Then, addressing the room, "Ready?"

"Yeah!" they yelled.

.....

Having all the information you need, you return from the back room to see a crowd huddled around Mokie, who is hidden but you assume is lying on the floor.

"I got to know who this bitch is," you hear. Without thinking twice, you start forcing your way through the crowd. You can hear Mokie pleading to be left alone, which only spurns you to work faster. You find her behind the couch, having just been turned onto her back.

"Ready?" the guy above her asks the room. As they scream their assent, you jump into action, grabbing the guy's wrist.

"Anonymity was implied, buddy," you say, your grip strong enough to give him fair warning.

"You again? Beat it, killjoy," he responded, trying to wrench his hand free.

With your free hand, you push against his chest and he falls onto his back.

"Boooo," the crowd hisses at you. "Get out of her, loser. Let us have our fun."

Ignoring their jeers, you grab Mokie's raincoat and drape it over her. You then scoop her up in your arms and work your way towards the door. No one stops you, although several more obscenities are launched your way.

You make it to the front lawn and survey your surroundings. It is dark, and there are a few people around, but you are confident that you are far enough away that they would only suspect you are taking a drunk girl to your car. No way they could make out any specifics, like her nudity or cum covered face.

You walk briskly across the lawn, finagle the back door to your car open, and lay her gently inside.

.....

About an hour later, Mokie awakens in a hot bath you have prepared for her. She snaps awake, realizing she is in an unfamiliar room, but quickly calms herself as she realizes she is being tended to nicely. The water is hot and soothing, easing the sting in her ass and neck, and the bubbles smell like jasmine and lavender. She touches her face, finding that the cum that had caked there had been washed away.

She turns to see you sitting on the toilet, drifting to sleep as you waited for her to wake up.

"You!" she said in shock, but also with noticeable elation.

You jolt awake and come to her. "Hey," you say. "I hope you don't mind what I have done for you here."

"Mind?" she asks. "Why would I mind? I just don't understand." Then, you notice a tinge of nerves enter her expression. She is worried that Jason or Jenn will punish her for straying again. "Does anyone else know I am here?"

"Only Jason and Jenn," you reply. "But they are not going to bother you anymore."

"Oh," Mokie blushes, realizing you are at least somewhat aware of her situation. "You know what is going on?"

"I found out tonight," you say, withdrawing your cell phone from your pocket.

"Who are you calling?" she asks. 

"No one," you say. "I'm just playing something for you." You press play on your voice recorder.

'What the fuck, asshole?' you hear Jenn's voice on the phone.

"What is this?" Mokie asks.

"I could tell by the look in your eyes that you were only consenting to what happened tonight out of fear, so I confronted Jenn about it with the voice recorder on my phone running in my pocket."

"She confessed to you? I'm surprised, I thought she was stronger than that."

"She was," you say. "She actually had me convinced for a moment, but then Jason came in, panicked, and I was able to illicit a confession out of him. I have the whole thing, from beginning to end, right here."

"God, I'm so embarrassed," Mokie says, bringing her hands to her face. 

"Don't be," you say, grabbing one of her hands and holding it in yours. "You deserve sympathy, not shame. Jason detailed the step-by-step path he led you down, how he blackmailed you one small step at a time, threatening to send pictures to your family. He had you in a really tough spot, and I don't judge you."

Mokie started to swoon a bit. One of her biggest concerns through all of this was that her tattoos and history would make it impossible for her to find a decent man in the future. Now, she had one who understood and forgave what she had been through. 

She held his hand tighter. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I like you," you say, smiling and honest smile. "And I like to be the knight in shining armor to a damsel in distress."

Mokie smiles and rolls her eyes. "That's cheesy," she says.

You smile back. "Sorry."

"No, I like it." She lifts her torso out of the water and kisses you on the lips. "Thank you," she says.

"You're welcome," you say, "But we actually have to get moving. Jason and Jenn are expecting us at your apartment."

"They are? What for?"

"I will explain on the way."

You help Mokie out of the tub, and only now does she realize that her high heels are still locked to her feet.

"That is one of the reason's right there, you say."

.....

Just before midnight, Jenn answers the door to her apartment in silence as you and Mokie enter. As Mokie makes eye contact with Jason, she sees his bruised face and missing front tooth, and guesses correctly that her hero did that to him. He is sitting nervously by the kitchen table, rocking slightly back in forth. Mokie has never seen him this timid.

"First thing first," you say. "Jenn, remove these heels from Mokie's feet."

Jenn runs to her bedroom and returns with the keys. She kneels down towards Mokie's feet and starts fidgeting with they lock.

"While you are down there, bitch, kiss my feet," Mokie says.




Fulfilling the Prerequisites Ch. 10



As Jenn starts kissing Mokie's toes, you address Jason. "Jason, do you want to explain to Mokie how the rest of the semester is going to go for her?"

Nodding in resignation, Jason explains. "Mokie, you do not have to worry about attending class anymore. I am going to see to it that you pass with flying colors, and the the mistake the registrar made will not be found. You can anticipate that graduating with honors, as you would have anyway."

"What else?" you ask.

"Jenn is going to cover rent and utilities for the rest of the semester, and be your slave until the two of you move out. You can use her to clean, run errands, sexual purposes...whatever you like."

"Hmph! How the tables have turned," Mokie says. This had all been explained to her in the car ride, but it felt great to hear it come from Jason.

"Get that tongue between those toes, whore!" she yells at Jenn.

Jenn sinks her tongue deep into the crevices of Mokie's feet.

"And what happens if Mokie is displeased at all?" you ask Jason.

"You will bring the confession we unknowingly made on tape to the police. But don't worry, we are going to abide by these guidelines. You have enough on tape to send us to prison for sure."

After Jenn finishes unlocking the heels, Mokie, in a moment of fully recognizing her power, bends over and held her head to the ground. "Get your ass in the air, cunt!"

Jenn pulls her knees up to her chest, raising her ass in the air for Mokie. Mokie steps behind her, flips up her skirt and yanks her panties down to her knees, exposing her asshole. She lifts her heel to her asshole and inserts the tip.

"Fuck!" Jenn screams. 

"Fuck you, bitch," Mokie replies. "After all you did to me, you better not ask for mercy."

Then, in one fast motion, Mokie jams the heel all the way in Jenn's asshole.

"Aaiiiiieeeeeee!" Jen wails, tears already starting down her cheeks. It felt like a nail had just been hammered up her asshole.

Mokie removed her foot, leaving the heel lodged in Jenn's butt, and then returns to your side. "I will be back later tonight. I expect that when I return, you will be lying where you are now, with that heel still lodged in your ass. If you are not in this position, there will be hell to pay," Mokie snarls. It is not a convincing tone, but the subject matter was grave, and Jenn knew the potential repercussions of disobeying. 

She sobbed her response, tears dampening her cheeks. "Yes, mistress."

"Very good," Mokie says, taking your arm in her own. "Let's get out of here." She kisses you on the cheek.

"Let's," you say.

In the hallway, you start making your way to the elevators. "Are you really coming back tonight?" you ask.

"Hell no!" Mokie laughs. "That bitch is going to lie there until morning!"

You share a laugh, reveling in schadenfreude. Your eyes make contact again, and the laughter slows to a halt.

"I have a confession to make," Mokie says. "I hope it won't change this thing we have going here."

"Go on," you answer nervously, not able to imagine anything that might turn you off to her after what you have witnessed so far.

"I....ummm...." she stalls. "I....I don't even know your name."

You bend backwards, staring towards the ceiling as you let out a deep belly laugh.

"I thought that might be the case," you say, her feline eyes pleading for forgivess. 

"Its..."