And then, the only sounds left were Atiqah’s muffled screaming as she screamed Cheryl’s name over and over again into her gag, Kenneth’s laughing, and Cheryl’s gagging and choking, as Eric grinned, pulling back slightly, ready to fuck Cheryl’s pretty, innocent face while her lover watched.
“Beg, and I’ll pull out.” Eric smirked, as Kenneth pulled out the gag from Atiqah’s mouth slightly, letting her pleas fill the room, enjoying the feeling as Cheryl continued to choke on his full length pushed all the way to the back of her throat. For a girl that had never taken a cock in her mouth before, let alone deepthroated one, Cheryl was having her first experience go all the way to the extreme, her pitiful squirming turning the guys on more, as Eric ran his fingers through her hair, while Atiqah looked on with anguish.
“Please…leave Cheryl alone…don’t touch her, please, I’ll do anything for you guys…anything…just please, pull out, I beg you…” Atiqah sobbed, all traces of her normally tough personality gone now at the sight of her lover’s mouth stuffed full. Cheryl began protesting as Eric pulled back slightly, then began pushing his shaft back in again slowly, letting Cheryl’s lips slide along the length of his erection.
“Didn’t your mom teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” Kenneth grinned, holding up his phone to take a video of Cheryl’s facefucking, as Eric pulled back again, then thrust back into Cheryl’s mouth hard, repeating the process slowly, making sure to use force with each thrust, as Atiqah screamed herself hoarse into the gag. Kenneth walked over to Atiqah, slapping her every time she closed her eyes or turned away, forcing her to watch Cheryl’s violation.
“Look away one more time, and we’ll make this way more painful for your girlfriend.” Kenneth threatened. “Go on, watch her enjoying her first taste of cock, I bet she’s enjoying it more than the taste of your cunt, stupid whore.” Kenneth flicked Atiqah’s nipples as he spoke, making her groan softly, tears streaming down her face and dripping off her cheeks as she was made to watch each thrust of Eric into Cheryl’s mouth, Cheryl whimpering and sobbing while he fucked her face, speeding up and becoming rougher as time went by.
“I’m about to finish.” Eric laughed, as he grabbed Cheryl’s head harder, slamming her mouth down onto him, Cheryl weakly gasping for air as he pulled out, then pushed her head back down and continued fucking her face. “Atiqah, are you watching this? Why don’t you choose where I finish! On your girlfriend’s face, or in her mouth?” He grinned cruelly, watching Atiqah’s tortured face, forced to decide between two equally humiliating choices for her lover.
“Ah, right, the gag.” Kenneth laughed, as he slapped Atiqah’s face lightly, then without warning, pushed a finger into her recently-violated pussy. “Squeeze once if you want it in her mouth, or twice if you want it over her face. Go on, decide! Or we’ll choose for you.” He ordered, curling his finger inside Atiqah, making her squirm as he tapped on her g-spot. Atiqah sobbed, thinking of which choice would be the lesser of two evils, unable to decide. On one hand, she would have to see Cheryl’s face covered in Eric’s cum, on the other hand, if he forced Cheryl to take it in her mouth and swallow the disgusting fluid…
Atiqah squeezed her pussy twice, whimpering, hoping Cheryl would forgive her for her forced choice, feeling the shame of having to give her answer in such an undignified way.
“Over the face!” Kenneth yelled to Eric, laughing, as Eric began pumping his shaft into Cheryl’s mouth faster and faster, getting ready to finish. At the last minute, he pulled out, grabbing Cheryl’s hair to stop her from slumping forward, then used one hand to jerk himself off, finishing over her pretty face, spurts of white syrupy fluid spurting over Cheryl, landing in her hair and over her face adding to the mixture of makeup and tears currently smeared all over her lovely features. Atiqah whimpered, looking away only for Kenneth to slap her again across the face.
“Look at that! It’s your handiwork. Aren’t you proud?” Kenneth taunted, as Atiqah forced herself to look, Cheryl’s face now a complete mess.
“Please…just let us go now…we won’t say anything…you’ve had your fun, please let us go…” Atiqah pleaded, unable to bear the sight of Cheryl, still on her knees, leaning foward and retching from the taste of Eric, sobbing uncontrollably as Eric snapped photos of her.
“Don’t look so embarrassed Cheryl, these are much more ‘glam’ photos than what you usually post on instagram! We should put these online too.” Eric laughed as he let go of Cheryl, allowing her to collapse onto the floor, sobbing and coughing. “Now, Atiqah, why would we let you go now? We’ve got all weekend to play…and we’ve barely begun.” He smirked at her, enjoying the look of fear in her eyes as she realised the predicament of their situation.
“Now, while waiting to ‘reload’, we should probably keep you two busy…” Kenneth mused, as he pulled Atiqah off her chair, then threw her on her back, kicking her legs open. Eric, sensing his intention, dragged Cheryl on top of Atiqah, tying Cheryl’s wrists to Atiqah’s ankles and vice-versa, leaving them in a 69 position.
“See, we’re being nice. We’re letting you two have some time together again!” Kenneth chuckled, picking up a cane and flicking it across Cheryl’s ass. “Let’s play a game. You two are going to eat each other out. Whoever gets an orgasm first wins. The winner gets to sit out the next round, while the loser gets to suck and fuck while being filmed. That should make sure you two do your best, if you want to spare your darling from another fucking.”
“No…please…not this-AGH!” Cheryl screamed, as Kenneth gave her ass a stroke of the cane viciously, silencing her protests. “Saying no won’t do you any good, bitch. Either you two get some pussy licking done like the sluts you are, or we start caning both of you.” He threatened, giving Cheryl another stroke to make his point, as she yelped, forcing herself to lean forward and give Atiqah’s pussy a few licks, tears dripping as she began eating the smoothly waxed slit, feeling Atiqah begin doing the same.
Both girls lapped at each other frantically, trying their best, forced to draw upon all their hours of experience at pleasing each other, trying to get the other girl to climax first and be spared another round of degradation. Atiqah forced herself to shut her mind out, trying to pretend it was just another of their trysts in the school bathrooms, doing her best to make Cheryl come to spare her from being violated. But as much as she tried, the feel of the ropes on her wrists and ankles and the occasional flick of the cane on her body kept her from escaping into her thoughts. It was the same for Cheryl, who tried her best to eat Atiqah out, pressing on her clit with her tongue and pretending it was just another date, but forced back to reality with each casual stroke of the cane on her sore ass.
To her horror, Atiqah began squirming, moaning as Cheryl pushed her closer and closer over the edge, her moans of forced pleasure eliciting cheers from the men as Cheryl, sobbing uncontrollably, gave Atiqah her best effort, pushing Atiqah to the point of orgasm. Atiqah began sobbing again as she felt herself spray into Cheryl’s face with her climax, as Cheryl slumped forward, crying, knowing what was next for her.
“No…why…why, Cheryl, why?!” Atiqah screamed, as the men untied them, Kenneth dragging her to the bar in front of the mirrors and handcuffing her in place, forcing her to watch as Cheryl’s wrists were tied behind her back. “I…those bastards already violated me! I could have taken it! Why?!” Atiqah sobbed, until Kenneth shoved her ragged panties back into her mouth, keeping her quiet.
“I…I don’t want you to take any more…please dearest…just let me do it…” Cheryl sobbed as Eric leaned back against the wall, making sure Atiqah could see them, as Kenneth pushed Cheryl into a half-squatting position, using her hands tied behind her as support, her virgin slit just touching the tip of Eric’s erection, Cheryl shuddering in disgust as she felt the first cock ever to touch her.
“Well, looks like you lost. Or should I say, won? Because unlike Atiqah…” Eric grinned. “You’re going to beg to give me your virginity, and you’re going to do all the work. You’re going to ride me, and suck Kenneth off, and you’re going to make yourself enjoy it. Time to start being straight for once, and learn what you lesbian bitches have been missing out on.” He sneered, as Cheryl nodded, fighting the urge to beg for mercy, forcing herself to endure for Atiqah’s sake, her muffled screams still filling the room as Kenneth set up the video camera to film the scene, then stood next to Cheryl, bouncing his hard shaft off her face for fun.
“You tasted Eric, now it’s time to taste me. And like he said, this time you do all the work bitch. Go on, do a little begging, the camera’s running” Kenneth leered, as Cheryl forced herself to keep her eyes open, not wanting to give the guys any excuse to make her torment worse.
“May…may I…have…have s-s-se…sex with you?” Cheryl mumbled, the guys laughing mockingly at her shaking voice.
“Oh come on, is that the best you can do? Top of the Dean’s list, top of the honor roll for GP and a scholarship holder as well, I’m sure you can think of much more interesting words than that! Or shall we let Atiqah show you how she begs?” Kenneth threatened, giving Cheryl a vicious backhand slap, making her yelp with the shock, Atiqah’s muffled screams continuing to fill the room. “And if you don’t shut up, fuckingminah bitch, I’ll make sure we upload this to Cheryl’s insta right now. And maybe yours as well.” Eric grinned, enjoying the sight of Cheryl fighting to stay in her half-kneeling position, trying her best not to touch his erection.
“Last chance, Cheryl.”
“I…please…please let me…be…be your…”
“Oh for fuck’s sakes, do we have to teach you everything, girl? Are you that innocent? Don’t try and bullshit your way out.” Kenneth hissed, slapping her again, as she screamed with the impact. “Never mind, you’ll repeat after me. And because you’re that fucking useless, you’ll do it with a smile this time or we’ll whip Atiqah and make you watch.”
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“Come on, smile for the camera…and repeat after me.” Eric ordered, as Cheryl, fighting back tears, nodded, forcing a smile to her tear-streaked face.
“You want to fuck us, and be our little slut, our fucktoy. Say it.”
“I…I want to…f…f-f-fuck you…and be your little slut…your…your…fuck…toy…” Cheryl whimpered, feeling her face burning with each word.
“You want to suck and fuck us like the cheap whore you are, and get used by us because that’s all you’re good for.” Kenneth quipped, smirking at Atiqah, still squirming but not daring to scream for fear of punishment.
“Oh…oh god…I…I want to…to suck and f-f…fuck you…guys…like the cheap whore…I am…and I want to be used…because…because that’s…all I’m good for…” Cheryl sobbed, choking each line out, as Kenneth zoomed the camera onto her humiliated expression, her forced smile making it worse for her.
“Don’t worry, we’ll edit this later so it looks like you’re being a complete whore. Which you are. Now…go on. Time for you to feel your first cock ever.”
Cheryl burst into tears, unable to follow through with her orders, as the guys watched, waiting for her to get over it. After 5 minutes of Cheryl’s uncontrollable sobbing as she struggled not to lose balance and let her slit touch the tip of Eric’s cock, Kenneth groaned, exasperated, as he picked up the cane and strode over to Atiqah, then savagely lashed the cane across her breasts, making Atiqah scream from the sudden pain.
“Do you-” THWACK “Want to-” THWACK “Fuck him-” THWACK “Or should I just-” THWACK “Continue doing this?” Kenneth growled, punctuating every few words with a vicious stroke of the cane to Atiqah’s badly bruised chest, making sure to aim for her swollen, bruised nipples, Atiqah screaming every time the cane landed on her.
“NOOO! ATIQAH! PLEASE! STOP! I’LL…I’LL…OKAY WAIT I’LL-NGGHHHH! NGHH NO PLEASE IT’S TOO BIG!” Cheryl screamed, as Eric, exasperated, grabbed Cheryl’s hips and slammed her down onto his shaft, pushing past her virginity, enjoying the feeling as her tight, pure cunt squeezed around him.
“There, I solved your dilemma. Now fuck it like the slut you are, learn to love some cock or I’ll make Atiqah do it.” Eric growled, slapping Cheryl’s ass a few times to make her move. Cheryl, biting her tongue to fight back a scream, began forcing herself to move up and down on the large shaft invading her, feeling the new sensation of having something…warm inside her? Cheryl was no stranger to putting things into her, having used vibrators when playing together with Atiqah, but to have a man inside her…was disgusting, yet new.
As Cheryl rode, her face became flushed, her body slowly beginning to respond to the forced stimulation. Eric noticed, as Kenneth stepped up to Cheryl, filming her humiliated face. “That’s right, go on, ride it like the slut you are, love that cock cmon!” Kenneth chortled, as Cheryl fought to suppress a moan, not wanting to believe that she could feel pleasure from something this shameful. Atiqah’s muffled screams began filling the room again as Cheryl, unable to contain herself, began giving soft moans while she continued riding Eric’s cock, tears streaming down her face, unable to stop for fear of getting Atiqah punished, yet wanting to stop before the ultimate humiliation of reaching a climax from a man.
“Oh, I’ll solve the dilemma for you. Here, suck! Then your lovely girlfriend won’t have to hear you moaning like the dirty cock-loving whore you are.” Kenneth grinned, pushing his cock into Cheryl’s face. Cheryl sobbed as she took his cock in one hand and began sucking on it in her amateur, inexperienced way, Kenneth enjoying the look of Cheryl, once proud and elegant, now reduced to a cheap toy for them to use as they saw fit. As Cheryl sucked on Kenneth, fighting the urge to throw up from the taste, she began feeling a growing warmth between her legs, to her horror, as she approached an orgasm, unable to stop her own body from its natural instincts.
“That’s right, go on bitch, come for us!” Eric laughed, grabbing Cheryl’s nipples and twisting them hard, Cheryl’s screams muffled by the cock in her mouth, not daring to move her teeth for fear of angering the guys. “Faster!” He slapped her ass, making Cheryl move faster, as Kenneth pulled out, letting her reluctant moans fill the room.
“You see, Atiqah? Your darling has learnt how to love cock. That’s how it should be.” Kenneth taunted, enjoying the look on Atiqah’s face of mingled betrayal, guilt and anger. “Go on bitch, ride him faster, go ahead and come!” He ordered, slapping Cheryl, as she whimpered, feeling her climax approaching, until she arched her back, clenching her teeth, gasping and groaning as the orgasm hit her, Cheryl’s eyes rolling back from the intensity of it, her first ever orgasm caused by a male, feeling Eric begin to finish inside her at the same time, the warm spurts of cum feeling even worser to Cheryl now that it was inside her, and not her mouth. Eric grinned, pulling Cheryl down so his shaft went all the way into her, then kept her in place.
“One last thing. Suck me off, stupid cunt. You forgot that.” Kenneth snapped, enjoying Atiqah’s expression, every second of it, as he stepped over to Cheryl and pushed his cock against her lips, feeling her lips part and wrap around him, unwillingly but also inevitably. Cheryl, fighting not to think of what had just happened, began to suck on him again, whimpering, her face now a mess of makeup, tears and cum.
“I should take a picture of this now, you with a cock in your mouth and your face all messed up, and put it next to a picture of you looking at your most atas, maybe that picture from the time when you girls went for that formal dinner. People might pay to see that.” Kenneth grinned, as Cheryl sobbed, forcing herself to suck on him as best as she can, feeling Eric begin to harden inside her pussy again, his cock still buried deep in her.
“You’re still crap at sucking cock. Nevermind, we can always teach you.” Eric laughed, as Kenneth, bored with Cheryl’s amateur efforts, grabbed her head and began to fuck her face, Cheryl trying to push him away ineffectively, her hands pushing against Kenneth’s legs as he slammed her down onto his cock, choking her, the spluttering and gagging sounds filling the room, Atiqah still sobbing wearily as she watched her lover being degraded. Kenneth slammed a few times into Cheryl’s mouth, then pulled out and began jerking himself to a finish, spurting his cum over her face, adding a fresh coat to the layer of bodily fluids already all over Cheryl’s pretty face.
“Now that’s the kind of look you deserve.” Kenneth chuckled, snapping more pictures, as Eric finally let go of Cheryl. “Stand up, bitch.” Cheryl stood up, feeling the mix of cum and her juices begin to run down her slim thighs, sobbing uncontrollably as Kenneth dragged her back to the dance mirror and handcuffed her in place next to Atiqah.
“You see, bitch? You girls are made for pleasing cock…and that’s what you’ll be learning this weekend. We have plenty of time, and the night is still young…” Eric grinned, jingling the keys to the dance studio in one hand. “Kenneth! Get dressed. Let’s go get some food, we’ll come back later and train Atiqah.” He called, pushing a rag into Cheryl’s mouth, stifling her whimpering, as Kenneth snapped a few more photos for the fun of it, then grabbed his wallet.
“We’ll be back in a while, we’re going to the shop across the road. Maybe we’ll get some fun stuff too…I hear the wet market sells vegetables like cucumbers and brinjals in the morning?” Eric taunted, as the two guys turned, laughing, flicking off the lights and locking the door, leaving Atiqah and Cheryl handcuffed to the bar, naked, covered in all sorts of fluids, and whimpering, both in shame and from fear at what would happen once the guys returned.
It was going to be a long weekend.
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BEING THE LESBIAN
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Alexis
Oh fuck this really hurts.
That thought flashes through my mind, as Clara, grinning, tugs on the thin chains connecting my nipple clamps to the leather collar around my neck, laughing as I whimper, my mind still active, but my body already beyond the point where I can fight back. I’m lying on Judith’s kitchen table, flat on my back, with my legs pulled into a perfect split and tied open that way and my head inclined backwards. I vaguely realise that someone is fucking my mouth and I’m gagging and retching, and I can feel someone using my pussy, but other than that, it’s really just a haze of pain and exhaustion.
It’s been 24 hours already. I think to myself. Is it Sunday already? I don’t know. It’s not like I can look at a clock while they’re busy using me. Steph and I showed up at Judith’s doorstep and stripped down to our underwear. She and Clara made us make out with each other and remove each others bras while they filmed it in the corridor. Then they let us in, and I wanted to sit down and both cry and laugh from the ridiculous sight of nearly 10 guys sitting around in her living room, waiting to use us.
I can hear Steph screaming and sobbing from the next room, pleading for mercy, apologising to Judith as the sound of a cane swishing through the air and landing on her body repeats over and over again. I vaguely try and wonder: How do the neighbours never complain about all the noise?, as I feel the cock in my mouth jerk, then feel the warm, sticky spurts of cum fill my mouth again. I reflexively swallow, gagging a little on the taste which I still haven’t really gotten used to. Or actually, I’m very used to the taste of cum, but I’m not liking it. And obviously never will. The man slaps my face with his cock, laughing as I lick him clean, feeling dirty, feeling like a total whore for being so subservient, but what choice do I have, really? I feel the other man slam faster and faster into me, then pull out and spurt his load all over my body, laughing as I grimace, feeling the warm fluid splatter over my abs.
Clara grins, as she steps up to me, holding a pack of hotdogs from the fridge. “Hungry, Alexis? Remember that meal you earned earlier? It’ll be the first time you’ve eaten since Saturday night.” She giggles. I nod, trying not to show just how hungry I am, but I really am starving. I’ve been eating nothing but cum since I showed up for this, and when you take that together with the intense workout of getting fucked over and over again, it’s no wonder how I manage to stay slim and keep in shape.
I’d prefer to stick to sports, though, when it comes to fitness.
“Beg.”
“Please?” I force myself to mutter.
“Louderrrrrrr.” Clara giggles.
“PLEASE! CAN I HAVE FOOD! I BEG YOU!” I yell, exasperated.
“Ooh, talking back. That’s a punishment for you. But you’ve earned a bite. Here, let me warm it up for you.” Clara grins. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck nonononono- I wince, as Clara shoves the cold hotdog right into my pussy, the cold temperature providing a tiny bit of relief from the soreness of getting fucked over and over again, but ultimately turning unbearable, as I squirm about, realising how goddamn ridiculous it must look, a girl tied down naked on a table with a hotdog up her fucking pussy. Clara picks up a slice of bread, then uses it to wipe the cum off my body, laughing at me as I squirm about more. She then rolls the cum-soaked piece of bread up and pushes it towards my mouth.
“Here, bitch. Time to eat.” She laughs, as she forces me to lift my head up and snap at the bread, eating it bite by bite, the sharp taste of cum making me grimace as I swallow the bread, grateful for some food at least. She then pulls the cum-coated hotdog out of my pussy and makes me suck it clean first, before repeating the same humiliating way of feeding me. But it’s the first meal in hours, so I’m not complaining.
Another two guys get up and walk towards me and I tense, expecting what’s about to happen. As they take their places and begin to enter me, I hear Steph screaming at the top of her voice suddenly.
“NO! NO! NOOO! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT…ANYTHING…PLEASE!”
Pushing her screams to the back of my head, I open my mouth, and let the next guy slide his cock in, as the other man slides his cock into my pussy and they both begin fucking me again.
Steph
“NO! PLEASE! PLEASE…PLEASE JUDITH…”
“DID YOU CALL ME BY MY NAME?!” She screams, slapping me across the face.
“NO! PLEASE…PLEASE MISTRESS…MA’AM…PLEASE…DON’T DO IT….” I plead, sobbing, as Judith slaps me again, then holds her phone up above my head.
“It’s either him or your parents. You choose, bitch. This is your punishment.” She grins viciously at me, enjoying the sight of me completely broken down. On my knees, naked, hands tied behind me, covered in whip marks. She took me into her room after making me suck off some of the guys, and spent the entire night personally torturing me. But even with all the physical agony, nothing can be compared to…to this.
“Please…I…I can’t afford to…I’ll never…I’ll do anything you want…please ma’am…” I whimper, as Judith grabs both my nipples and twists hard, pulling upwards, trying to lift me up with them.
“ARGHGHGRHHHGHH! AHHHHH! PLEASE IT HURTS! IT HURTS!”
“Give me his number, or I’ll make it hurt worse.” Judith snarls, her face close to mine, as she lets go and I fall limp back onto my knees, sobbing even more.
“I…I can’t…”
“Can’t or won’t? I have your parents’ number, I’ll just dial them now…” Judith begins punching numbers into her phone, and that finally breaks my feeble resistance.
“NO! NO! FINE! PLEASE DON’T…PLEASE…” I scream, sobbing harder. “His number…his number is…94..56..3445..” I whimper, feeling my entire world begin to crumble around me as I give her the number.
Judith dials the numbers into her handphone one by one, letting me look, enjoying my completely broken look as she presses “call”, selecting FaceTime.
“Hello? Is this Martin? I’m Judith. I think your girlfriend has something to tell you about.” Judith grins, as she uses one hand to push my face in between her legs, then lets the camera pan down to show both of us naked, with my face in between her legs.
“Your girlfriend has discovered that she’s lesbian. Oh, and in fact, she discovered that a few months back and was with me secretly, but today she’s decided to let you know. And she’s dumping you too. Isn’t that right, Steph?” Judith smiles sweetly, her grip on the back of my head pressing harder, letting me know that if I screw this up, if I say the wrong thing, she’ll make my life a living hell.
And so I go along with her punishment, and end the one thing that was keeping me happy outside this.
“Yes…it’s true Martin…I’m tired of you…you never…never did make me feel as good as she did…so…so that’s it.” I force my voice to stay calm, my heart crumbling to dust inside me, as I end my relationship with my face pressed into another girl’s pussy. Judith giggles, as she blows a fake kiss towards the screen and ends the call.
“I bet your stupid boyfriend, oh wait, ex-boyfriend can’t decide whether to cry from getting dumped, or whether to go and jerk himself off till his cock is sore from getting that little 5 minute show of his girlfriend eating another girl out.” Judith sneers, as she slaps the back of my head. “And now, the fun continues.”
I feel Judith pulling me up and attaching the handcuffs that hold my wrists behind my back to a chain that goes to a loop on her ceiling, then strapping my legs into a spreader bar, leaving me bent over on tiptoe with my hands high behind me in the air, an extremely uncomfortable position. I continue sobbing and crying, the floodgates of tears truly open now. Because no matter what physical pain she may inflict on me now, nothing compares to having been forced to dump your boyfriend over the phone by acting lesbian and pretending that you cheated on him with another girl. The fact that I’m now an enforced single doesn’t really sink in though, because there are more…immediate distractions. Judith picks up a leather belt from the floor, and lashes it across my ass again, making me scream.
“Yeah, that’s right. I heard you’re the star of the college, right? The lead dancer? Time for you to dance for me.” She taunts, as she begins mercilessly whipping me all over, the pain making me whimper and sob, screaming out loud with each stroke across my body,
“Well? Say it!” She laughs, delivering a particularly vicious lash of the belt to my pussy, making my eyes go blur for a moment, on the verge of blacking out from the pain.
“I’M SORRY!” I scream.
“Again!”
“I’M SORRY! PLEASE PUNISH YOUR WORTHLESS SLUT!” I scream, sobbing, feeling the tears streaming down my face and dripping off, wondering whether I’ll ever run out of tears, for the pain that I’ve been going through, for the loss of everything that was ever good for me, for the humiliation and the shame, for losing my boyfriend, and for being forced to be the slave of this girl, her best friend, and all those men that she constantly whores me out to.
“What are you?”
“A STUPID, WORTHLESS WHORE!” I scream again, having been taught by her earlier that night to respond with stuff like this or face even more pain. My night began with two vibrators covered in heating rub shoved up my ass and pussy, and I really don’t think I can take any more of that pain.
“TAKE IT!” She screams, as she slashes the belt across my breasts, the stinging feeling making me jerk about, as it lands on my very badly bruised nipples, swollen from being forced into clothespegs for most of the night… …… ….
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“Whip me, eh? Think you can rebel, stupid bitch? Talk back to me, try and explain yourself, go on! Alexis may be stubborn, but if you want to learn from her, you’re going to be in a world of pain even more than she is!” Judith yells, as she begins trashing me all over my body, ignoring my screams, screams of pain that are now automatic, just leaving my mouth in response to the endless haze of pain. As my eyes begin to roll back my vision clouds, and I finally black out, falling into sweet, blissful unconsciousness.
Steph
I drift in a haze, barely conscious, hearing Judith’s exasperated voice yelling at me hazily, as I begin to regain consciousness. I fight to stay in the haze, not wanting to snap back awake, not wanting to return to the world of pain and humiliation and torture, a world where my happy and smoothly-sailing life has just ended…
And that hope to stay unconscious is abruptly shattered, as I feel a freezing sensation in my pussy, which slowly turns to burning from the cold, as I come back to the world with a pained whimper, as Judith, standing above me, slowly pushes another ice cube into my pussy, stretching me out, enjoying the look of sheer agony and shame in my eyes. Slowly, I realise that I’m now tied down spread out on Judith’s bed, but there’s someone else in the room with me…Alexis?
My eyes flutter wide open, as I notice my…friend, I suppose you could call her that, looking like she’s just been fucked really thoroughly. Alexis’s kneeling on the floor sucking on a huge dildo that’s been suction-cupped to the floor, not daring to stop, her eyes glancing up to check if I’m okay. I refuse to make eye contact, knowing that if I do, I’ll start crying even more. I notice her body covered with the usual red lines of a whipping, but not as much as usual (surprisingly), along with the usual glaze of sweat and cum smeared all over her.
The burning feeling gets too much to bear, and I finally begin whimpering louder. Judith, who’s been using her phone idly while waiting for me to give in, grins at me, as she pulls Alexis off the dildo by her hair, eliciting a groan of pain from Alexis.
“Suck the water out of her pussy as it melts. Go on. You need a drink after all that cum you’ve been eating all night.” Judith grins. Alexis grimaces, but doesn’t protest, not wanting to get us into more trouble. She’s always been the smarter one, or was that because she’s been their slave for longer? I wonder to myself, as Alexis begins lapping at my slit and slurping the water out, trying to get the icecube to melt faster, trying to relieve my torture, as I begin moaning both in pain and pleasure, from the ice cube and the soothing, gentle lapping of Alexis’s tongue on my sore pussy.
The moment of relief doesn’t last long though, as usual. As the last bit of ice melts, Judith pulls Alexis up by her hair again and hands her a lighted candle.
“Coat the bitch’s tits with wax. If they’re not totally red in 3 minutes….” Judith picks up her stopwatch “…then you’ll get it too.”
Alexis’s eyes widen, as she hesitates, then tilts the candle, her eyes apologetic, as she leans forward to whisper:
“I’m sorry Steph. Be strong.”
And then the first burning drop hits my nipples, and I scream, scream until my throat hurts, scream myself hoarse, as every drop, feeling like molten lava, hits my chest, and flows over it. My eyes roll back as I approach another blackout, only for Judith to slap me across the face hard.
“No fainting out, slut. You’re going to feel every drop of the wax, and you’re going to think about whether you’ll dare to ever show attitude to me ever again.” Judith hisses. I whimper, sobbing, as unrecognisable noises leave my mouth, moans of sheer agony. The wax was used on me several times during the first time I was kidnapped and raped, but even now, it still feels the worst. Three minutes pass, but it feels like three days, as Mel finally finishes coating my chest, putting the candle down as I sob, still squirming about in a futile attempt to escape the pain.
“Oh, will you look at that, it’s already Sunday afternoon. Means that I’ve got my lunch appointment, sadly. If not, I’d love to keep you two for a week, just to teach you a lesson.” Judith snarls, as she grabs the wax and peels it off my chest, then twists my swollen, bruised nipples, making me scream again, my throat already hoarse from the endless screaming.
“One more thing. Lick Alexis out, and when she cums, you two can go home.” Judith grins at me, knowing that the one thing that will always break me down is anything lesbian.
“No..please…please…”
“Haven’t we been through this before? Still too holy? Still too prudish? Still too fucking conservative to lick someone’s cunt like the pussy loving bitch you are?” Judith growls, as she grabs my small breasts again (they’re just enough to fit into her hands, to her ever-lasting joy), and squeezes hard, letting her fingernails dig into the sensitive, sore mounds. I jerk every muscle taut and scream at the top of my voice, until I plead, broken.
“Stop! STOP! St..ttopp…please…I’ll…I’ll lick Alexis…like a good whore…please…” I sob, as Judith lets go, then slaps me across the face again.
“Who’s your owner?”
“Judith…Ma’am…”
“Who owns your ass?”
“Judith…she’s my owner…”
“Whose bitch are you?”
“I’m…Judith’s bitch…” I whimper, not wanting to make her angry.
“Then obey me, you stupid fucking cunt, before I send you out there for the boys.” Judith snarls, untying me and roughly throwing me onto the floor, as she shoves Alexis onto the bed and ties her hands behind her, then kicks Alexis’s legs open.
“Get to work, dumb bitch.”
Alexis
Seriously, does Judith have to be such a bitch? I think to myself. Oh wait, she is. I fight down a giggle at my self-answered question, knowing any sign of joy in my life will earn me even more punishments from the Queen of Psychotic Bitches. I subconsciously push my wrists outwards, trying to get some leeway in the velcro straps holding my wrists together for some comfort, but that bitch Judith has secured them too tight.
Oh well, I guess I could just endure it and get out of here. If that stupid bitch even keeps her promises, I think, suppressing a sigh. No emotion, Alexis. Emotion gets you whipped. I keep my face stoic, as Steph, weeping, gives my sore, overused slit the first lick, and I have to suppress a moan, feeling how good it is.
Fuck, I think to myself. Why the fuck did you just think it was good? Fuck you Alexis, are you turning lesbian? How the fuck are you going to keep a straight face in sermon on Sundays when you’re enjoying your…your…ohhhh…Alexis WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SERIOUSLY MOANING TO A GIRL LICKING YOU OUT HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND YOU STUPID PIECE OF…oh…oh…oh yes…NO ALEXIS DON’T MOAN DON’T
“Oh….fuck…” I throw my head back, my face flushed with shame, with no sign of the internal battle raging in my mind, as I moan loudly. It feels so good to have Steph’s tongue soothingly lapping away at my pussy after all the slapping and ramming it’s taken, and yet it feels so wrong, so goddamn fucking wrong to be enjoying a girl licking me out. What happened to the Alexis that actually had morals? What happened to you, Alexis, you stupid fucking-ohhhh yes….oh…that’s the spot…stop it Steph stop licking my… ALEXIS, CONCENTRATE, AND DON’T ENJOY THIS YOU IDIOT.
“I can see you’re fighting not to enjoy this.” Judith smirks, looking at my face, which must be betraying my inner monologue. I grip the bedsheets, as I feel myself approaching a climax, fighting not to do it, whatever’s left of my dignity screaming at me, as I jerk back and cry out, squirting all over Steph’s face, as Steph sobs into my pussy. I slump down, panting, gasping for air, spots dancing in front of my eyes, having just experienced one of the most intense and definitely the most shameful orgasm in a while.
How the fuck am I going to even walk into the chapel this week, after having actually willingly enjoyed a girl licking me out? My mind screams at itself, as I force myself to remain stoic, but fail miserable, moaning and squirming on the bed as Judith sneers at me.
“So much for ‘I’ll never enjoy this you bitch!’, look who’s enjoying herself now? You’re learning fast.” Judith slaps my face lightly, giggling to herself. I bite the inside of my cheek, biting back the retort that will get both of us punished, biting back the urge to spit in Judith’s face right now, for catching me when my guard is at its lowest and forcing me to give in to something that I never thought I would.
Judith twists my nipples, then removes the velcro strap, enjoying my wincing with the pain. “Oh, poor, poor Alexis. Get the fuck out of my room before the guys get bored of Clara and decide to start on you again.” She laughs, coiling the velcro. I can hear Clara’s moans and gasps dying down, which means she’s probably getting her fill of fucking from the guys like the whore she is. It’s time to get out of here, like Judith said, before she decides she’s had enough and lets them take us again.
I remain in a daze, as Judith kicks me out of her room together with Steph to go shower and head home. I avoid showering with Steph, my face flushed. I’ve never actually thought about the ramifications of all the shit we’ve been forced to do. What’s wrong with me?
As we leave, I look at Steph awkwardly.
“Uh…you alright?”
“Yeah…” I fight to remain calm, forcing a smile to my face.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK… !!!!…!!!
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Interlude
I’m lying in bed, trying to get some readings done, when my phone buzzes. I pick it up, and when I swipe the screen to unlock, the message puzzles me.
Steph ~ 8.44pm
Hey Alexis, you free?
Now this is new. And really, really different. Steph rarely-no wait, she never contacts me unless it’s to do with our “extra-curricular activities”. So I reply.
Yeah?
I just want to talk. Are you busy?
Did something happen?
No, no, nothing like that. Why don’t you come over? It’s Friday night.
Ah, fine. I’ll be over in a bit.
I stand up and stretch, changing, puzzled. Could this be a trap? The last thing I need on a peaceful Friday night is to go to Steph’s place and find her tied up naked over the sofa getting fucked by multiple guys while Judith and Clara devise some new way to torment both of us and violate us.
Then again, she did sound rather coherent, unless…ah, whatever. It’s not like I was doing anything useful. I sigh to myself, as I change into an old t-shirt and fbts with slippers, then grab my wallet and phone and head out, wondering what could be going on.
For perspective, this is a usual conversation between Steph and me:
Hey, Alexis, did you see the message?
Yeah, 8pm at Judith’s right?
Yeah…okay see you.
Yeah, you too.
And that’s it. Occasionally we have to discuss who brings what item of clothing that the men request to have us wear while getting fucked, but other than that…I guess it’s hard to be friends genuinely when you’re getting violated with the other party constantly or worse, being forced to violate each other.
I get off the bus and walk to Steph’s house and ring the bell, looking around at her bloody nice estate. She really has everything, even the huge ass semi-d house. No wonder it takes her so much to give in and let them do what they want, I muse to myself. Steph comes to open the door, dressed in a casual set of a blue sports shirt and black fbts.
“Hey Alexis.”
“Hey Steph. What’s up?”
“I…I just got lonely, and I wanted to talk to someone…someone who actually knows the truth about what I’m being made to do…” Her voice quavers.
“Hey, okay, relax. No need to get upset.” I reply flatly, as I enter the house, kicking off my slippers. Steph lives alone, her parents having recently moved overseas to work, leaving her behind to complete her JC and university education first. If she hadn’t stayed, she wouldn’t be going through all this torment. Ah, fate. Steph sits on the sofa, as I lean back in the other armchair facing her.
“Okay, so, you alright?”
“I…I just want company…”
“Chillax, Steph. Really. I’m not going to do anything to you. There’s no one here to force us to do anything.”
“Oh…okay…” She mumbles.
“Oh for fuck’s sakes, Steph, please don’t be awkward. Really. I’d have actually considered you a friend if I had time to know you outside of doing weird shit to each other every week, alright?” I reply dryly, trying to inject some humor to the situation. My weird sense of bad-taste humor somehow works, and her face breaks into a small smile.
“Yeah…friends…honestly, I think out of all my closest friends, you’re probably the closest, because of this secret about what we’re made to do.” She replies softly.
And with that, Steph opens up. (not that kind of opening up, you dirty-minded readers. wait, if you weren’t dirty minded, why are you reading this blog again? never mind.) It’s nice, being able to finally interact with her in a uh…vanilla? Clean? Pleasant? Ok fine, that last word is kinda suggestive. It’s nice being able to just sit down and chat with her in a normal context,
with our clothes on for once,
and I manage to actually find out more about her and in return, I share about my life with her.
After about 3-4 hours of talking, I’m actually relaxing, and we’re both giggling as we talk about mundane girly things like boys and clothes and life. Yet at the back of my head, a voice is screaming, screaming at me that
you do not open up to her, Alexis, you do not create a bond, because if you create a bond with her, those fuckers will notice it and they will use it to cause both of you even more pain.
As if on cue with my thoughts, both our phones vibrate, just as we’re having a very lively discussion about the teachers that we’ve both been taught by.
“Both of you, get naked and kneel down in front of the sofa. Now.”
I look at Steph, horrified, as she makes eye contact with me, her eyes already full of tears.
“What the fuck?! She knows where you live?”
“Y…y…yes…she forced me to tell her…I wasn’t expecting this…I wasn’t!” She looks at me with pleading eyes. I see the truth. Steph wasn’t trying to trap me. Nonetheless, I’ve just fallen into a fucking trap. How the hell did Judith know I was here tonight?
I push the questions out of my mind, as I pull my shirt off, frustrated, rage at being caught off-guard simmering in my mind, as Steph stands up and pulls her shirt off as well, fighting back tears.
Wah, fuck lah.
That’s the thought that’s constantly running through my head, as Steph and I strip off our clothes and get on our knees next to the sofa, Steph’s eyes wide and brimming with tears of fear and shock, while my face probably just has the usual expression of exasperation. The key turns in Steph’s door, as Judith walks in.
Apparently something is off tonight though, because there’s something different…I look at the floor, my mind racing, trying to figure out what sadistic punishment Judith has for me this time. Then I realise, the difference isn’t about what she’s doing to us.
There’s two men with her, not the friends of hers that she usually brings to fuck us, and she’s looking nervous. A first for Judith (other than that lovely time when I got to give her lots of pain at MBS). Judith walks over to us, forcing a nervous grin onto her face as she grips Steph’s chin and pulls it up, Steph whimpering softly in fear.
“I’ve got some friends over tonight, and they want to be entertained again. You’d better make it good or else I’ll make your life hell.” She whispers softly into Steph’s ear, just enough for the both of us to hear. She must have been nervous enough that she didn’t watch her volume though, because the first man, a lean, muscled guy strides over and grabs Judith by her arm, pulling her back.
“You know, this isn’t the penalty we agreed on.”
“But…cmon, Shawn, I thought giving you two girls would…would be enough to cover for me…”
“Tao’s instructions were clear, and you heard it earlier on the phone. He only asked you for a location that we could punish you in peace. I didn’t ask you for your two bitches (my face goes slightly annoyed at being called Judith’s “bitch” but no one notices thankfully).”
“But…but…”
“Nabei, stop being such a coward lah. Boss says take the punishment, take it lah!” The other man, a larger, somewhat buff guy growls as he walks over and slaps Judith across the face, and I stifle a giggle. Oh, this is going to be good.
“You two.” Shawn turns to Steph and me. “Sit on the sofa. Since you two are here, I might as well find some use for you. But first, you see what happens if you disobey.”
Judith’s nervous expression turns to shock. “What…what…let me go, LET ME GO, MARK, FUCK OFF!” She yells, as the other guy grabs her and easily pins her arms behind her back.
This is going to be good. I stifle another grin, knowing that eventually I’ll be part of this. But first, my free show.
As Mark pins Judith’s arms behind her, Shawn pulls out a switchblade from his pocket, and walks up to Judith, who goes still the moment he flicks the blade open. “Good bitch, stay still. Wouldn’t want to get cut, right?” He laughs, as he begins slicing at her rather-expensive looking spag strap top and shorts, then rips off her lingerie unceremoniously, tossing the ragged remains of her clothing onto the floor. Shawn pulls out his belt, then uses it to secure Judith’s wrists together.
“You.” He points at Steph. “Your house got a pool, right?”
“Ye…yes…” Steph stammers.
“Indoor or outdoor?”
“Uh…uh…”
“Stop fucking stammering or I’ll make sure you get it too!” Shawn threatens, as Steph begins sobbing.
“It’s…upstairs…a…a small jacuzzi…do you…”
“Okay, okay, calm the fuck down, girl. Mark, you follow that girl and go find the jacuzzi. And you.” He points at me. “You come with me to the kitchen.” I stand up, keeping quiet, not wanting to get on their wrong side, as Steph leads Mark up the stairs, Judith being dragged behind, her face now full of fear (for once!).
Have I mentioned we’re all still naked, by the way?
“Hold these.” Shawn digs in Steph’s fridge, pulling out all her long vegetables (a brinjal, a carrot, and a cucumber), then rummages through her kitchen cabinets, passing me a roll of nylon string, a pack of candles, and the stove lighter. He then walks out of the kitchen and picks up a black sling bag, before walking up the staircase.
“Uh…”
“Follow lah, you dumb fuck!” Shawn growls, not unkindly, but more of exasperated at his “assistants” being terrified. Don’t we have a good reason to be terrified though?
We enter Steph’s rather expansive (and expensive) recreational room, and once again, I am surprised as to how much money her parents must have. It’s a large stone floored room with a jacuzzi in the center, and rain showers (that expensive type that rains water from the ceiling, no, not the fire alarm sprinklers) all around. Judith is on her knees, her head bowed, as a cold shower pours down on her, and Steph stands in the corner nervously, trying to cover her intimate areas with her hands. Mark stands in front of Judith, grinning, already down to his boxers.
“Ah, you two are here. Come, bitch, let’s go. Time to take what you earned ah!” He laughs, as he grabs Judith by her soaked hair, pulling her towards the bubbling jacuzzi with a grin.
“First, you’re going to fuck yourself with…this.” Shawn pulls a rather large brinjal out of my hands, as the eyes of all three girls widen. It’s definitely not going to fit into Steph or me, but then again…better Judith than us, I suppose. Mark unties Judith and catches the brinjal that Shawn tosses over, as he digs in his sling bag and pulls out a pair of vicious-looking whips.
“And while you fuck yourself…hm, I think no point wasting our energy. You two!” He indicates Steph and me. “Beat the fuck out of her, and make sure she’s begging you for mercy. Oh and Judith…” He turns and grins at her.
“They won’t stop whipping you until you manage to make yourself cum with that vegetable. So get started.”
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It’s been 10 minutes already, 10 lovely, glorious minutes of just slashing the whip across Judith’s body, and already she’s starting to sob, her makeup running, her body covered in red marks as I gleefully beat the hell out of her. Steph is more restrained, still sore from her forced breakup by Judith a few weeks ago, and gives her slightly less vicious lashes, but for me? I know I’m going to get the brunt of whatever punishment Judith has in store once this is over, so I might as well take my revenge while I can.
And I’m definitely taking my revenge. As Judith sobs, she forces the huge brinjal deep into her pussy, her face full of agony from the whipping, flushed red with shame, the men laughing and filming the entire scene on their phones. She’s definitely nowhere near climaxing, so that’s going to be more beating for her…I fight a grin, thinking to myself: stupid, weak bitch. She’s done so much worser to me, and now she can’t even do it herself?, as I aim for her nipples and deliver a particularly vicious smack, Judith’s scream of agony filling the air.
“Looks like the stupid bitch can’t really take much, eh. Judith! I thought your stamina damn good one?” Mark laughs, as he walks over. “You two can stop whipping her already. Judith, keep the brinjal up your cheebai and put your hands behind your back.”. Judith, sitting on the steps into the jacuzzi, whimpering, giving us a vicious glare, complies.
“Now turn around and bend over.” Judith, hands behind her head, a huge brinjal up her cunt, turns clumsily and bends over, the brinjal slipping out as she does so, only for Shawn to literally shove it back up her without any mercy. The scream elicted can probably be heard three streets away, as Judith slumps over the jacuzzi, sobbing with pain, and Mark tosses me an all-too-familiar strapon.
“I heard she liked to use this on you? Or on your friend? Since we’re giving the poor bitch a free-for-all tonight, I’ll let you have some fun.” He grins. I look down at the strapon in my hand, wondering, hoping…it can’t be…right?
“Put it on, and fuck Judith up the ass. If her hands slip from behind her head, I want you to push her head underwater for ten seconds.” Mark orders. Right away, Judith protests, to my surprise.
“No…no no no Mark please not that please…MMPHHHBLLLLLLLLL!” Judith’s protests are cut off, as he forces her head underwater, ignoring her hands beating at him, struggling. Mark holds Judith’s head there for a rough ten-count, then pulls it back up by a handful of her hair, as Judith surfaces, gasping for air.
“Like I said ah, boss asked us to make sure you never forget this lesson. All of us know you hate it up your ass, so you’re going to take it up the ass, and your bitch will be the one taking you. Want to kaobei anymore, and I’ll fucking put sambal on the strapon hor!” Mark growls, pulling Judith’s face to look at him, then giving her several sharp, tight slaps. Deep inside, I’m amazed. It’s wrong, I probably shouldn’t be enjoying myself so much watching another girl get abused right in front of me, but it’s Judith being abused, and surprisingly enough, we both share the same hatred for anal. Funny how she was so eager to force anal on me at every opportunity, if it was something she feared as much as I did.
The hypothesising will have to come later though. Mark nods at me, as Shawn pushes Steph over. “You can be the one to push her head underwater. And you! Make sure she’s fucking screaming! If she doesn’t cum, I don’t care anyway.” He laughs. I take a few short, slow thrusts into Judith’s ass, as she begins screaming and whimpering, struggling, but not daring to take her hands off her head. Well, if she hates it as much as I do, maybe I should be merciful, love your enemies and all that…I think to myself.
“Nghh…ughh…it hurts…AGH! FUCK! Stop…stop please Alexis…stop…just fucking stop…it hurts…” Judith begs, as I continue fucking her ass with short, slow thrusts. I continue slowly, still pondering the revelation that we share the same…limit? Hate? and would have continued slowly, until Judith, being the stupid girl she is, lets her mouth loose:
“Alexis…just stop…or I’ll…I’ll fucking make sure you’ll pay…you…Steph…even your fucking older sister…I’ll make you regret this-ARGHHHH! NO NO ARGHHHHH!” Judith’s shrill scream fills the air, as I ram the strapon deep into her ass, as far as it can go, then begin viciously fucking her ass. Now I’m pissed, you bitch. And you’re not going to like this.
“Don’t…ever…fucking…threaten…my family…or Steph…don’t even try…to piss…me…off…that way…” I growl, punctuating each word with a hard, rough thrust into Judith. You bitch. You’ve ruined my life, you’ve ruined Steph’s, and even when you’re in this state, you’re arrogant enough to try and threaten others?. “Fucking take it, bitch, like how you fucking made me scream and beg, then ignored me, now you can fucking scream and feel just as helpless as I did!” I yell, as I grab a handful of her hair, noticing subconsciously how she’s gotten it dyed recently, with brownish highlights, but not caring, only focusing on hurting her as much as I can. Judith is now a whimpering mess, sobbing from the pounding she’s receiving in her ass, probably in the same haze of pain she’s put me through many times, but this looks like the first time she’s taking it this bad, so bad that her hands slip off her head. I look at Steph.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Count to twenty!” I yell at Steph, not giving a damn whether the men will object to their instructions being modified. Steph, her face slightly stunned, pushes Judith’s head underwater and instantly she begins struggling, flailing about, fighting for air, as the men move over and hold her arms down, restraining Judith as I continue to fuck her ass and Steph holds her underwater, counting to twenty, then pulling her up for air, Judith coughing and spluttering from the freezing water and gasping for air.
“You…you fucking bitch…Alexis…I’ll-NGHHHHH!” Judith’s weak threat is cut off, as she arches her back, her entire body taut with agony as I reach around and grab her nipples, then twist hard, digging in my fingernails like she always does, making sure she feels every single bit of agony. If this is how revenge feels, it feels goddamn fucking sweet, I think to myself, as I let go of one nipple, twisting the other even more viciously as my free hand finds its way down to her pussy, and then i ram the brinjal in deeper, before finding her clit and pinching it, Judith’s shrill, high-pitched screams filling the air all the way. She begins shaking, and I start laughing to myself.
“Are you really going to cum from this, you stupid whore? Guess you’re just as “weak” as you always called me eh? I’ve taken more than this at your hands, you useless bitch, and now you’re the one about to realise that your body isn’t yours to control, it’s in my hands now.” I lean over and whisper in her ear, in a sweet, yet malicious tone, putting all my suppressed frustration and anger into it, as I begin rubbing her clit while pumping the strapon into her harder, ensuring that she has no choice but to submit. I can feel Judith struggling harder and harder, a sign that she’s about to cum, and with that, I throw away the last bit of mercy (not that I had any left.)
“Take that you bitch, take that, take it like the stupid stuck-up whore you are, scream, go on, scream!” I yell at her, as I slap her and pull her head back, my fingers wrapped in her short shoulder-length hair, my other hand pushing the brinjal back into Judith, her agonized screams now dying to short, pained whimpers, her resistance more or less destroyed, as she finally gives in and climaxes, her body shuddering with each jolt of orgasm, her sobs sounding more like gasps for air as she goes limp, letting me continue slamming the strapon up her ass until she goes completely limp and weak. I pull out of her, letting her collapse over the jacuzzi steps, then grab her hair and roughly flip her over so she’s facing me.
“Lick the strapon clean, bitch, or I’ll jam the brinjal up your ass and fuck your pussy next.” I hiss at her, giving her short, sharp backhand slaps whenever she looks away from me. Judith, sobbing, forces herself to lick the rubber shaft clean, gagging on the taste of her ass, as I hold her close to the rod by her hair, only letting go when she has licked every inch clean, as she collapses to the floor whimpering.
And then I realise. I’m standing there, my face still flushed red with sheer anger, the strapon still on me, as Steph stares at me, her mouth open and her face stunned. The men begin clapping for me, laughing, as I realise just how far I’ve gone.
“Dayumn, girl, you’ve got some issues!” Mark laughs, walking over and unbuckling the strapon. I let him do so, my mind still racing from the adrenaline and anger.
“Yeah, damn, where did that come from?” Shawn calls, reclining on a chair, as he gets up and walks over. “I thought Judith said you were well trained into being her obedient bitch? Looks like she was wrong.” He grins. It’s all empty praise though, I think to myself, as I look at Steph, her mouth still slightly open, still staring at me with shock.She thinks I’m just as bad as Judith now, doesn’t she. My mind groans to itself internally. Where the hell did that other Alexis come from for the past 20 minutes?
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As Mark drops the strapon on the floor, the haze of anger slowly clears from my mind, leaving me standing there panting, glazed in sweat from the exertion. Except this time, I was on the other end, not the receiving end but the…giving, if you can call it that, giving end this time. And I’m still coming to terms with how damn sweet it felt, and yet how fucked up it felt as well. I certainly didn’t know I was capable of being that vicious to anyone.
“Judith ah, Judith, poor, poor Judith…” Shawn laughs, pulling her up by her hair, laughing at her expression of sheer humiliation and fatigue, slapping her face lightly to get a reaction out of her, Judith whimpering softly with each slap to her face.
“I think she’s still fine. Look at that. Confirm can go longer, lor.” Mark laughs, walking over and cupping Judith’s jaw in one hand, then spitting in her face, laughing at her struggling and trying to look away. These two guys have history with her, it seems.
“You were always so stuck up…every time also act like one big fuck just because you were sucking boss’ cock and he liked you…how’s it feel to be out of friends, girl?” Mark continues taunting Judith, as he turns to me, still trying to catch my breath.
“How? What else do you want to do to fuck her up? Anything you like, tonight we let you!”
I open my mouth to reply, but I’m beaten to it.
“Ask her to call that friend of hers. Bring the other bitch over and make her suffer too.” I spin around in shock, mouth open and eyes wide, as Steph, sweet, innocent and shy Steph, with a glare in her face and a look of sheer rage I’ve never seen before, stands up and slaps Judith across the face, then slap her again, and again, and again, delivering a series of sharp, vicious tight slaps. As the guys laugh, amused, Steph grabs Judith by her hair, pulling her head back, Judith groaning as Steph begins slapping her again and again.
“Listen up, Judith. A year ago, I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t know what you wanted. You sent your friends, pulled me into that van while I was walking home, and now my life is changed forever. Your psycho friend decided that a minor argument over a CCA election was worth destroying my life for, and so I ended up in your house being tortured over my entire March holidays. You decided that I my body was your property and when two random thugs decided to use you instead, you then took revenge just because I followed what they ordered me to do, something that I did because I wanted to avoid being raped by yet more strangers. And what did you do? What did you fucking do, you psychotic pubor?!” Steph hisses, viciously, as Judith gasps in pain, her eyes screwed up shut as Steph slaps her again.
“I…I…”
“Go on, weren’t you so proud of what you did? Thinking it would let you own me?” Steph yells, as she grabs Judith’s nipple and twists it hard, making her scream. The men are now holding Judith in an armlock, still on her knees, bent back, enjoying the show from Steph.
“I…I made you dump…Martin…” Judith gasps.
“That’s right, bitch. You made me dump the one guy who made everything bearable, after degrading me and destroying my entire life bit by bit. I had to quit gym and drop out of the school team because you purposely scheduled your little torture parties on my training days. I nearly flunked my A levels because you made me study while being raped at the same time. But guess what? Looks like this time, you pissed off the wrong girl.” Steph spits in Judith’s face, then stands up, her face flushed and full of rage. This is a Steph I’ve never seen before, the quiet, submissive girl who would rather get tortured than fight back now transformed into a force of sheer rage.
It seems that by starting the ball rolling, I have now unleashed something far worse. I stand there, my mouth hanging open in shock as well, as I watch Steph unleash her tirade at Judith. Steph looks at the men briefly, and even though I’m screaming in my mind please don’t please don’t please don’t encourage her further, all it takes is a nod from the men, as Steph strides out of the room, walking in about a minute later with Judith’s handphone.
“You’re going to call the bitch. You’re going to pretend that you want her to come join in another of your sick little parties. And then when she gets here…” Steph looks up at the men.
“She’s all mine. Got it?”
“Oh, of course.” Mark breaks his silence, barely unable to control his laughter. “But the whole point of this is to punish Judith what. How leh?”
Steph looks me directly in the eye, and at this point, I know there’s no going back.
“Clara destroyed my life, I’ll make sure she pays for it. You guys can join in and try her out. But this bitch…” Steph looks at Judith, slaps her again to stifle her whimpers, then looks at me again. “Leave her to Mel. I’m sure the former best friends have some catching up to do.”
“Swee lah!” Shawn laughs. The men tie a rope to Judith’s wrists, still tied behind her back, then secure it so that she’s bent over, on tiptoe, legs apart and hands behind her back. The classic position she used to torture me with, that leaves a girl open and vulnerable to anything. Then as Steph slips on a bathrobe, the men follow her out, laughing. I grin at Judith’s tear-streaked face, as she looks up at me, pleading.
“Please, Alexis, I know you’re not crazy like that Steph-ARGHHHHHH!” I slap her to keep her quiet, then pick up her panties and ram them into her mouth.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Just wait here and think of all the lovely things that are about to happen. But first, I’m going to browse instagram.” I grin, as I walk out the door, and grab my phone from the living room, then walk back upstairs and begin snapping pictures of Judith, as she shakes her head and screams.
“Who shall I send these to? The head of FASS? Maybe every single member of our old team? Or our old clique? Maybe your new cca? They’d love to see how kinky you cheerleading bitches get.” I grin at her, as she shakes her head, muffled protests from behind her gag. And for the first time ever, I see fear in the eyes of Judith, the same eyes that used to show nothing but disdain as she thought of new ways to torture and humiliate me.
“The situation is completely reversed today, you stupid whore. You…in that position…tied up like this…with your panties rammed in that stupid mouth of yours…while I sit here and contemplate…” I hear a door slam and Clara’s screaming, and grin, as her screaming fades away. “Looks like your best friend’s here. New best friend, that is. Weren’t we best friends?” I smile at Judith sweetly, picking up a cane and stroking the tip across her chest, enjoying the sight of her squirming.
“The fact is, right now, you should know how I felt, being in the exact same position I was many times at your house. But a bit of physical pain will never compare to how much shit you put me through. And you know what? Karma, bitch. Your comeuppance is here.” I make sure I continue smiling at Judith, smiling so sweetly throughout my entire speech, enjoying how unsettling it feels, knowing just how much turmoil her mind must be in now, trying to imagine what her former fucktoy is about to unleash on her. I step over, and pull the panties out.
“Alexis, come on, I know you’re reasonable, I know you’ll stop this if you just think about it and-” Judith screams, as I thwack the cane down on her ass, then ram her underwear back into her mouth.
“I just wanted to hear you scream, dumbfuck. It’s giving me inspiration for what to do to you next.” I grin at her, my face right in front of hers, eye to eye, enjoying her look of sheer terror. Oh, how the tables have turned indeed.
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Steph
I look at Clara, handcuffed to the bed in the spare room, as she struggles, making the cuffs clink and rattle, her eyes wide, her mouth stuffed with a spare rag I found lying around, and smile at her. She’s in that black spag strap as usual, coupled with her blue shorts, the quintessential “Come on guys, I accept everyone and anyone” outfit that I’ve seen her in whenever she decides to entertain herself by meeting me in public and bringing me somewhere for her friends to use.
“Well, looks like you’re a bit surprised, Clara.” I smile at her, my mind racing with all the lovely possibilities. “Remember how you felt when I woke up? I didn’t even have any time to think before you got your friends to start…start hurting me.” I wince a bit, remembering that day, then continue. “All I ever did to offend you was to go against you when it came to cca issues. I thought it would be constructive and good to change some of the things you were doing as the Captain. But that’s not the point. You know what’s the point?” I smile at Clara, as she continues struggling, her eyes meeting mine. I can hear Judith’s faint screaming and Alexis’s yelling from the other side of the house, and I’m secretly happy to hear it.
“The point is, for one stupid little argument, you could have just done something normal, like spread gossip or slapped me or just kept quiet and graduated. You were a senior I actually respected, until you decided to be a complete psycho, and repay one small argument with kidnapping me and ruining my entire life slowly and painfully, not to mention taking my body and turning it into something cheap for you to play with.” I continue walking around Clara, as the men lean against the wall, smoking and watching me. I feel like telling them not to smoke in my house, but at the same time…I don’t think I want to push my luck and lose this golden opportunity to finally let all my frustration out.
“Eh, girl ah, are you going to talk until she starts pleading for you to shut up? If you want us to fuck her just say lah.” The one called Mark speaks up, tossing his cigarette out of the window.
“No, guys, see, Miss Clara Koh here, who dresses up so nicely in school and pretends to be just a tease, is actually someone who enjoys pleasing men, sometimes more than one at the same time, only that she does it willingly, unlike me. And while herbs exist to make someone tighter, which she has been force feeding Alexis and I, by the way, I think she’s probably still quite loose, so it won’t be that fun…” I grin, looking at Clara, knowing her mind must be racing, trying to think what might happen to her.
“But, of course, I’m sure you want to try her out. After all, being in her university’s track and field team would have given her lots of stamina to last while you guys have your fun, enough stamina to make sure she’s still able to feel every little bit of her retribution later.” I smile, making sure to make myself look innocent and shy as always, the sweet smile on my face keeping everyone in the dark of the true turmoil going on in my mind. “So go ahead, please do what you like to her.”
Mark laughs, as he stands up. “Well, about time. I was supposed to pia that Judith, but I’m sure she’ll be just as fun…” He pulls off his boxers, as I lean against the old table in the room, watching with a grin on my face.
“Actually, if you just rape her like that, it won’t make a difference. She’ll actually enjoy it.” I smile again, innocently, playing the part of the quiet girl who just wants to let the men have fun, let them think they’re in charge, while I make sure I get my revenge.
“Okay lo. Eh, Tan!” Mark waves his hand at the other guy, the one they call Shawn. “You take her mouth, on?”
I raise one hand. “Actually, that won’t be enough.”
Mark glares at me, warning me that I’m about to use up the little bit of goodwill that I had from earlier. “Girl, you wanted us to punish her for you, and we’re doing that. Continue talking some more and we’ll leave her alone and fuck you till you black out.” He growls at me, as I quickly step over to the other table, knowing that I have to keep the men on my side.
Act sweet, Steph. Act like the innocent and quiet girl everyone thinks you are, act demure, act like you don’t know what you’re doing, and run the show quietly.
“Actually, I was thinking you could use this.” I pick up a tube of menthol rub, and a pair of clothespegs. “She used to enjoy using these on me. Maybe you could…you know?” I stifle a giggle. Keep it together, Steph.
“Wah. You’re fucking sadistic, girl. I like!” Shawn breaks the tension, walking over and snatching the menthol rub and clips from my hand, slapping my ass as he walks off. I control the urge to retort. People have done worse, Steph. Let it go. “No, I just want her to feel like how I felt, so she can feel some remorse. After all, she did make me feel like…like I wasn’t worth anything…”
“Okay lah, I get it lah, she made you feel cheap la. No problem girl! Chill! My balls have been itching all night, I need to pia someone, and you’re letting us have her, okay lor! Don’t keep talking!” Mark waves his hand, irritated, desperate to relieve his own pent-up sexual tension.
Men. How predictable.
“Yes…that’s right.” I keep my voice calm, hiding the quavering in my tone, born of joy at seeing my tormentor about to be punished. “You see…to her, the most important thing is to feel validated by letting men worship her. So if you use her, just use her and that’s it, like a throwaway toy…” I smile at the men.
“Wah, girl, you have some issues too, like that other friend of yours. Okay lah! I’ll make sure…” He slaps Clara across the face, as she squirms. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get any pleasure. I’m feeling generous, do favour for you lor.” He grins. “Eh Shawn! You coming?”
As Shawn rips the gag out of Clara’s mouth and the men begin using her from both ends, pinching her tits and slapping her, not caring for her pleasure, I can only lean back against the wall, grinning to myself.
That’s right, just use her like that, make her feel like she’s not worth anything. The stupid bitch prides herself on being able to attract and have any guy she wants, right? How’s it feel to be the disposable sex toy now, Clara? Your stupid little superiority complex made you ruin my life just because I opposed you once, I bet it must kill you to be used by people for their own pleasure, not yours, when you’re not in charge for once. I snap out of my internal monologue as Clara screams shrilly, Mark having covered a vibrator in the menthol rub and rammed it up her ass.
“I heard her friend used to do this to you hor.” He laughs. “Judith always used to have all these stories about what she did.” He continues thrusting into Clara, her choking and gagging filling the room as Shawn uses her mouth roughly, brutally, not caring about Clara’s tears streaming down her face with her makeup.
Everything’s going according to plan, really. The golden opportunity appeared, I took it, and now everything is working out so damn well. I quietly swiped the toys when I was bringing the men to the spare bedroom, taking a few every time I left the room while waiting for Clara to get here. I made sure to put something on, but I made I sure I remained in my underwear to keep them aroused. It was slightly worrying that they’d lose control and start using me first, but thankfully describing Clara’s body to them and showing them her pictures made them distracted, and allowed me to manipulate the situation until Clara showed up. Then it was just a matter of veiled suggestions hidden in seemingly innocent comments, coupled with my sweet, innocent-schoolgirl smile, and…
How, how in the world did all that come out of you, Steph?
I toy idly with the leather end of Mark’s belt, my mind running through the possible things to do to Clara next. Deep inside, I wonder, just how fucked up am I, once I’ve been pushed over the edge?
I’ll leave that for another time. I hear Judith’s voice again, faintly, along with Mel laughing. I hope she’s having fun. She deserves it too. And I sure as hell hope I don’t turn into a psycho like them…like Clara, like Judith…
So I manipulated the men. I suggested and cajoled and acted all sweet. And then, when asked, I came up with a plan to destroy Clara just as badly as she did for me. Am I a psycho? Am I just as bad as those two? Am I?
I continue idly speculating, Clara’s muffled gagging and gasping for air filling the room, debating in my mind as I wait for the men to finish part one of…of infinity, of Clara’s new life.
