PARKER7.TXT -- 2/4
POOL PARTY II
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
WARNING: This story contains all kinds of non-consensual
sexual activity. If you don't like reading this sort of
thing, stop now, before it is too late.
This is the second part of a four part story.
Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute
(unaltered of course), but be discrete.
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When Jennifer eventually regained consciousness, she found herself
fastened securely to a heavy brass bed by four sets of cold metal handcuffs,
each one attaching its respective wrist or ankle to the four corners of the
bedframe. She struggled not to give in to panic as her mind slowly replayed for
her the events of the previous... what... evening? Jennifer had no way of
knowing how long she had been unconscious.
Her conscious behaviour, however, was another story. Despite the drugs
and alcohol, her memory was pretty much intact: the arrival at the frathouse
(for a little bit of frat-baiting); the drinking; the strange feeling of
disassociation; the... the sex (Jennifer's stomach heaved at the thought); the
trip to the car...
Then nothing.
Where was she?
Jennifer shook her long, dark hair away from her face and looked down at
herself. Oh god! It was every bit as bad as she'd remembered! With the
exception of the shoes - her feet were now bare - she was still wearing the
clothing in which she had left the party. The pink top; the miniskirt...
Someone seemed to have cleaned her up a bit, but there were still spots of
dried cum dotting the tank top and miniskirt.
She squirmed, testing her bonds. No luck. The unyielding handcuffs just
bit a little further into her wrists, adding another layer of pain to overlay
the general ache which permeated her abused body. The captive girl moaned in
agony as the slight movement of her legs rubbed the inside of her thighs
together. She had obviously been rubbed raw the night before.
Jennifer opened her mouth to scream for help, for anything, but could only
manage a weak sound that was halfway between a groan and a sob. She shivered in
misery. The after affects of the drugs and alcohol had left her throat parched
and her head aching.
"Help me," she whispered.
As if on cue, the door opened. Tammy Sinclair entered the room, carrying
with her a large bottle of mineral water. Jennifer's parched throat seemed to
swell shut at the sight of it.
"Water?" she moaned.
Tammy smiled. The short blonde girl carefully sat the bottle down beside
the bed - out of Jennifer's limited reach, of course - and sat down on the side
of the bed.
"How's our little girl?" she asked mockingly. "Not feeling too good, hmm?"
She reached over and ran her fingers through her captive's thick black hair.
"Little Jennie have too much to drink?" she cooed. "Poor Jen-Jen."
Jennifer ignored the insults.
Only one thing mattered. "P-please... water."
"Well, maybe a little later," Tammy chuckled. "We have some things to talk
about first." She moved her hands lower, dragging her short, pudgy fingers down
her captive's tear-stained cheek and then down to her barely covered breasts.
Jennifer stared, wide-eyed and unbelieving, as the younger girl began to play
with her firm tits. She squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to pull away.
Tammy, however, couldn't help but notice these attempts to avoid her touch.
"Now that's no way to behave," she said with mock firmness. She grasped
one of Jennifer's nipples between two fingers and squeezed. Jennifer stiffened
and groaned in pain. "You're my little playmate now," the blonde said, still
squeezing. "My little play puss. Little playtoys don't try to move away. They
take what's given to them and are thankful for it." With one last twist, she
released the throbbing nipple and then resumed toying with Jennifer's breast.
This time, Jennifer didn't pull away. There was silence for a few moments as
Tammy finished with the breast and worked her way slowly down Jennifer's
stomach, under the miniskirt, and onto the captive's pussy. Jennifer tried to
close her legs, but she was unable to do so because of the cuffs on her ankles.
Hopelessly, she moaned and whimpered as her tormentress slowly sank one... and
then two thick fingers into her raw pussy.
"Please... Tammy," she begged, voice hoarse and dusty. "Don't..."
Tammy smirked at her. "Don't you remember me little Jennie?" she asked,
fingers still inserted. "You must."
Jennifer just shook her head, confused. She knew Tammy by name, but not...
"I was the person who represented this sorority at the hearing last year,"
the blonde explained, "during the inquiry into racial equality in campus
organizations." She slowly began to move her fingers in and out of her
captive's painful, fucked out pussy. "You remember. That was the inquiry where
it was determined that our sorority didn't have a large enough representation
of visible minorities," Tammy continued, "and our funding was cut off by sixty
percent." By now, Jennifer was having trouble following Tammy's words, as the
other girl's fingers were sending waves of stabbing pain into her belly. She
remembered the inquiry though; it had been her idea...
"That's this sorority. That's why our house is only about half full.
That's why we have plenty of room to keep you here for as long as we want."
Tammy abruptly jerked her fingers free of Jennifer's pussy.
"Ahh..." Jennifer's hips bucked with pain.
"So you're going to make it up to us," Tammy finished. "To me. You're
going to be the house pussy slave." Tammy reached over, opened the bottle, and
took a long slow drink of water. Her words slowly sunk in as Jennifer watched
her drink.
Pussy slave! Tammy finished drinking and methodically screwed the cap back
on. "And what's more," she continued, "you're going to help replace the money
that was confiscated for the pool at Phi Phi Phi. We've arranged a little part
time job for you."
Jennifer tried to say something... to question what was happening, but her
throat was too parched to let out anything but a hoarse cough. And her head
ached so much!
Tammy stood. "Well," she said sweetly, "I've given you a lot to think
about right now. We'll talk more later." The girl turned and walked out of the
room. The bottle of water, on the other hand, was left on a side table, just
out of Jennifer's reach.
She had no way of telling; it could have been hours or it could have been
days before the door opened again. Jennifer had no way of measuring time other
than by the slow, steady increase in torment as her bound body became more and
more dehydrated. Her wrists and ankles had been rubbed red and raw by her
frenzied attempts to get loose - to reach the precious bottle of water sitting
beside the bed - but it had been no use. She was still chained firmly in
position on the bed when Tammy finally re- entered the room.
"How are we doing pet?" the girl asked.
Jennifer looked up at her with bleary, red-rimmed eyes.
"W-wat... er," she croaked, voice dusty and dry.
Tammy smiled nastily. "Water?" she asked, all innocent. "Are you getting
thirsty?"
Jennifer nodded weakly.
"Well then," Tammy said cheerfully, "I'll give you some water, but you'll
have to do something for me first."
Jennifer just stared at her.
Waiting.
"Ever since your little display at Phi Phi Phi the other night," Tammy
told her, "I've been a little hot. All that delicious sex..." The girl sighed
wistfully. "And none for me." She sat down on the side of the bed and slipped a
hand under the pink top. Jennifer didn't pull away. She'd learned that lesson.
"So," she continued, "I was just thinking... wouldn't it be nice to have a
little pussy slave to take care of me when I get hot? A nice, obedient little
play puss to give me the tongue whenever I want it."
Jennifer stared in horror, eyes wide. The drug-induced sex with the boys
had been a nightmare, but this... this was sick. She wasn't a lesbian! (Not
that she didn't support the lifestyle choices made by...)
"I'm sure a lot of the girls her would appreciate the same thing," Tammy
continued.
Jennifer coughed out an answer. "N...no." Never.
Tammy frowned, removing her hand from the older girl's breast. "Well," she
said, "If you're going to be unreasonable, I'll just have to come back and talk
to you about it later." She slid to her feet and stalked away, closing the door
behind her.
"N... no," Jennifer repeated to the now empty room.
This time, Jennifer was certain that days had passed before anyone came
back into the room. It must have been days. She had tried to hold it, but had
finally admitted defeat as her swollen bladder gave way and the beer-piss that
had been building up for the last few hours had sprayed out, soaking the bed
and her upper legs. That had been hours ago; the moisture had long since dried
off her thighs, but the smell was maddening.
"Pee yew" Tammy muttered as she entered the room. "Has little Jennie had
an accident?" Jennifer's face burned with mortification. It hadn't been her
fault, but some instinct that had been bred into her since her childhood
toilet-training kept chanting her guilt over and over to her.
She had been a bad girl.
She had done a bad thing.
"It sure does smell like it," came another voice. Not Tammy. It was Lisa,
the tall dark haired girl who had dressed up in Jennifer's clothing and taken
her car. In fact, she was still wearing Jennifer's clothes. Jennifer's eyes
struggled to muster the non-existent moisture necessary to create tears at the
sight of these relics of her life before the events of the party. No tears
though; just a dry stinging sensation in her eyes.
The pudgy blonde girl looked down on her.
"Well pet?" she asked. "Ready to begin?"
Jennifer nodded. She had been ready for the last few hours, ever since she
had voided herself on the bed. That had been the final blow; she knew that she
would do whatever they said. At least until she had a chance to get free.
Anything for some water.
Tammy smirked and looked over at her friend. "I told you," she said.
"We'll see," Lisa sniffed, brushing her long black hair back from her
face. "She hasn't done anything yet." The girl bent over and began pulling down
her - Jennifer's - slacks.
"She will," Tammy said confidently.
In a few moments, Lisa had removed her glasses and was naked from the
waist down. Jennifer tried to close her eyes, but was unable to turn away. She
watched in horrified fascination as the girl stretched her long, thin legs,
climbed on the bed, and straddled Jennifer's face with her thighs. Lisa's
pussy, thick with tangled black hair, was soon directly above her mouth.
Jennifer gagged. She immediately felt almost smothered by the smell of
pussy.
"I can't believe she's gonna do this," Lisa predicted pessimistically.
"Just a second," Tammy said. The blonde opened the water bottle, poured
some of the liquid onto her palm, and quickly splashed it over her friend's
pussy. A few drops fell free and landed on Jennifer's face. The captive girl
swallowed as best she could, but a good portion of the water glistened
invitingly in Lisa's pussy hair.
Jennifer moaned. Not enough.
Not nearly enough water.
"Do it," Tammy said. "Jam your snatch in her ugly face."
Obediently, the dark haired girl lowered her naked crotch onto Jennifer's
face, jamming her pussy over the girl's nose and mouth. At first, Jennifer kept
her mouth firmly closed, revolted by the sight and smell of the other girl's
pussy. She just couldn't do it; she couldn't! But, a few moments later, the
feel of the water on her lips forced her to open her mouth and extend her
tongue.
Water!
Tammy had splashed Lisa's crotch with precious water. Jennifer - slowly
at first, but then with increasing enthusiasm - thrust her tongue out between
her parched lips and began to lick. The taste of the water overcame all
inhibitions. Within moments, she was slurping away loudly at Lisa's cunt, her
dry tongue scraping along the outside of Lisa's pussy.
"She's doing it," the girl cried, excited. "She's licking my pussy. The
little slut." Lisa, excited by the captive's obedience, let out a moan of
intense pleasure as she reached up to fondle her own tits. "Harder," she
moaned, grinding her sopping pussy into the unwilling girl's face.
Jennifer shuddered as another wave of shame and revulsion washed over her
while Lisa gasped and writhed on her face. But she couldn't help herself. She
had to have moisture! The water was gone now, but Lisa's pussy was beginning to
produce juices of its own. Still parched, Jennifer thirstily sucked away,
oblivious of all else as Lisa began humping her crotch up and down on top of
her face.
Nothing else mattered.
Which was why, after Lisa quickly came with a shuddering, intense orgasm
and climbed slowly off the bed, Jennifer was shocked to find more girls in the
room. It was Becky and Cindy. The twins.
Cindy held a camera.
"You're next," Tammy said, gesturing towards Becky. The slender redhead
needed no further encouragement. Already naked, she giggled as she climbed
aboard, small tits bobbing merrily. A natural redhead. Once again, Jennifer was
forced to lick and suck the girl to climax, all the time desperately slurping
up and drinking down and much as possible of the precious pussy juice.
An irregular burst of light attested to the fact that Cindy was capturing
the entire event on film, but Jennifer didn't care any more. Her whole world
was focused on the tight, wet pussy being ground into her face. She needed the
liquid.
Next was Cindy. Jennifer gagged and began chocking as the black girl
climbed aboard shoved her wet, smelly pussy in the captive's face, but she soon
started lapping away with enthusiasm, just as she had done for the other two
girls.
Finally, Tammy herself straddled the captive's face. By now, Jennifer was
no longer revolted by the other girls' pussies. They were just a source of
nourishment. She even moaned in frustration when Tammy, after coming twice,
loudly, climbed off. Involuntarily, Jennifer raised her head off the pillow in
a vain attempt to capture just a few more drops of pussy juice from Tammy's
dripping pussy.
She couldn't help herself. She wanted more. Not sexual pleasure, as she
had felt none, but moisture.
Sweet moisture...
Cindy, still half naked, took a few more pictures, moving around the bed
to capture the scene from a number of different angles. Their captive's hair
was once again (as it had been at the pool party) matted down onto her sweaty
forehead, this time stuck down with pussy juice rather than sperm. In fact, the
girl's entire face shone red with the exertion and results of her efforts.
"Look," Cindy giggled. Jennifer had extended her tongue as far out of her
mouth as she could, and was running it desperately over as much of her face as
she could manage, still trying to capture whatever moisture that was available.
Laughing and giggling, the four girls watched for a while, fascinated, until
Tammy ushered them out of the room and shut the door behind them. Finally, it
was just her and Jennifer alone again.
"There, little puss sucker," Tammy smirked. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Jennifer had given up trying to suck in any more pussy juice and just lay
there, staring upwards with hatred. Control had returned, and with it an
intense hatred for the person who had so degraded her. The blonde girl,
however, was unimpressed. Laughing, Tammy ran a hand over her captive's
forehead. She gathered up a glob of pussy juice and brought it down to the
older girl's lips. Hatred was immediately forgotten. As was pride. Almost
against her will, Jennifer opened her red, swollen lips and accepted Tammy's
juice-covered finger in her mouth, sucking thirstily. After she had sucked the
moisture off of it, Tammy pulled it out and repeated the process until
Jennifer's face had more or less been scraped dry and Jennifer lay still,
hoarse and panting with humiliation.
She needed more.
"Don't be greedy now," Tammy cautioned as Jennifer laboriously turned her
head and gazed longingly at the bottle of water. "There'll be plenty more pussy
juice for you soon."
Still, she poured a handful of water into her palm and allowed the older
girl to lap it up. Jennifer did so, but this time she was keenly aware of her
humiliation: lapping water out of this bitch's hand like some dog.
Nevertheless...
Finally, Tammy stood up to go.
"Wait," Jennifer protested, throat now lubricated with moisture.
"What's... h-how long are you going to keep me here? You can't just..." She let
the thought trail off, unspoken.
Could they?
Tammy smiled down at her. "Why, just until you earn back the money you had
taken from the boys; for their pool."
Jennifer was both puzzled and enraged. After a brief struggle, the
puzzlement won out; there wasn't much point in venting her anger while she was
fastened down so securely.
"But... how?"
"Don't you worry about that, little play-puss," Tammy cooed. "It's all
arranged. You start training for your new job tomorrow." With that, the blonde
coed turned out the lights and left the room.
"Wait..."
The door swung shut. And Jennifer, who now had taken in enough moisture to
form tears, began to cry.
END PART II
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