Bridgette Michelle: Diary of a teen sex slave whore
Part 2
Bridgette Michelle: Diary of a Sex Slave Whore, Part 2
(Fffffff/f, bdsm, bestiality, hum)
Mommy trained me that summer after high school, trained me in unmistakable and
weird ways. She always made me undress before dinner and then I had to stand
there and watch her eat her food. My nipples got so hard because Mommy always
kept the house freezing cold. I know she did it on purpose too. And then I
soooo didn't want to do the next thing. Mommy spread her legs and made me crawl
under the table and lick up and down her pussy. And she was still just moaning
and chewing away.
When we had any of my friends over to my pool, Mommy always told me what to
wear and she would always embarrass me. And if I did something wrong, she
would hit me or slap me hard even in front of my friends. A ton of times Mommy
had me just wear a thong bottom and like a dental floss strap that barely
covered up my nipples. Or she would make me put on some t-shirt I wore when I
was 12, and then jump real quick in and out of the water, just so my breasts
would be soaked and my tits would practically show through. I was a 32B size,
but still, everyone could see everything. She like to humiliate me sooo
terribly.
And if there was any guy that I showed any interest in, Mommy had to know if
he was rich or if he came from wealthy parents. Most of the insurance money
that my Dad left for us after he died was about gone and I knew Mommy was
trying to line up the sons and Daddies who would pay to fuck me. When she
found out some guy didn't come from money, Mommy would usually invite him into
her bedroom and seduce him---or he would get scared and I would never see him
again.
I had turned 18 in April and I had been held back one year back in the 7th
grade, so I really wanted now to go to college, but Mommy said that was
impossible unless I worked for it. And the only way she would ever let me earn
money was getting guys (and later girls too) to have sex with me and pay me.
All my friends from high school were going off to the college, and I wasn't.
It sucked big time, my Mommy was being so mean. She had some kind of plan, and
I was the key ingredient.
I had a slumber party for about 6 of my closest girlfriends from school near
the end of the summer in August. Earlier that day we had argued about school,
and as usual the fighting ended when she stood her ground, and I defied her and
then she slapped me and ordered me to my room. I thought she would cancel the
slumber party, but instead she said she would punish me properly later. All
the girls--Sarah, Amy, Marilyn, Tamara, Tobie, and Candice---and me watched
videos, we made real buttery popcorn, we told ghost stories and boyfriend
stories, all until about midnight. Then we all got dressed in our teddies and
set up our pillows and snacks in the living room.
Then my Mommy walked down the stairs and offered to actually make all my
friends a drink. An alcoholic drink. "Don't tell your parents, this is just
our little secret," she said. All my girlfriends were shocked. "Your mom is
sooo cool!" They all whispered to me. I didn't even know what to think. My
Mommy was being waaay too nice.
Mommy walked out of the kitchen and she said she knew a game that she and her
girlfriends used to play as children. It was some kind of casino card-guessing
game, and she tried to teach it to us real fast. But when it came time to
play, she made sure I was dealt the worst hand. The worst loser of each hand
had to have her backside punished by as many points as she was behind. The
winner of each round got to have the honors, and she could choose anything she
wanted to be the tool of punishment. The first round that I lost, Tamara won.
Mommy told me to bend over Tamara's knees and raise my ass up in the air. I
think the other girls thought it was funny or something. Mommy raised my teddy
up and showed off my lacy panties. Tamara didn't hit me hard, and I only lost
by 10 points, so she only struck me ten times.
But then I lost again, and Mommy just said I was such a poooor card player. I
knew what she was doing all the time. She was getting me back for the argument.
Sarah won this time, and my total points down was 15. This time, Mommy told
me to lay across Sarah's knees and she told Sarah it was okay to move up my
teddy. Sarah raised up my teddy like this was all some game, laughing and
giggling. Then Mommy said I needed to be punished harder so that I would try
better in the next game. Mommy quickly pulled my panties down my thighs all
the way to my knees. My face turned red instantly. Sarah seemed a little
shocked, but then she also seemed like she was staring at my ass. Mommy handed
Sarah a big hairbrush and Sarah hesitated. Mommy was so sweet sounding to
Sarah and explained how this was all just like the good old fashioned fun she
and her girlfriends used to have at slumber parties. Sarah laid into me pretty
good especially on the last licks, that's when the girls starting keeping
count: 11-12-13-14-15!!
It was a little sore to sit down, even on my pillows for the next round. I
just knew Mommy would rig the cards again. She did every time, and every time,
Mommy would make some alteration of my punishment that would just make it worse
and embarrass the shit out of me more. Mommy kept the drinks coming too,
except for me. She whispered into my ear that I was not allowed to have any;
it was only for good girls who obeyed and did what they were told.
In about 45 minutes time, I could tell my friends were already starting to
buzz, and I had lost six rounds and now my negative total was nearly 50. Two
girls, Marilyn and Sarah tied to win that round, so they both got to whip my
ass. Sarah didn't even hesitate this go round. She lifted me up and kind of
threw me head first onto the couch and they both grabbed for my panties. This
time, Mommy chimed in and said why not just take them off for good. Sarah and
Marilyn ripped them over my ankles and playfully threw my panties at the
remaining girls. Sarah reached for the hairbrush again, and Marilyn couldn't
find anything quickly enough. Mommy reached for the belt from one of the
girl's discarded jeans and tossed it over to Marilyn. Without even questioning
her moves, Marilyn doubled the leather belt in her hands and reared back,
looking directly at Sarah, waiting for her friend to start. Sarah was really
loose with that hairbrush now. She hit me hard and I let out a little yelp,
because even though I knew it was coming it still stung like hell. And then
one beat later, Marilyn slapped my ass with the belt. Her aim was bad from the
alcohol and she just sort of grazed me. But they continued on, first the brush
then the belt, until together they got to 50. I was screaming and my
fingernails were digging into the couch seat when they were just at number 25.
A sweat was beginning to break out on my back and on my forehead.
The girls were all high-fiving and jumping like they had won something. My
body was still laid halfway on the couch, my reddened ass sticking up. "I
think she likes it girls," my Mommy started. She sounded so innocent and coy.
"Everybody up for another round?"
I eventually got my body turned around to the game, but now I was kind of lying
on my side to look at my cards. Not much surprise who lost again. Now I was
down a total of 68 points, and Amy was the winner. She was probably the most
gorgeous girl in school, and usually she was kind of shy and straight-laced.
She was the school's valedictorian and we had been in classes together since
our Freshman year. Amy had all this straight blondish brown hair down to the
middle of her back, and a really thin waist to have such large tits. I always
quietly envied her tits, but I also kind of had a thing for her. Not that I
was a lesbian, but most of the guys in school were just so sick and disgusting.
And Amy was so different and gorgeous. Anyway, she was the winner now.
Amy turned me over and admired my ripening ass. Mommy took a good look at it
too. "Hey, Bridgette's getting really red down there, maybe we should move the
punishment around somewhere else?"
The girls shouted but it was only Amy's vote that counted here. "Her pussy,
let's smack her pussy!" 68 times?! They were going to whip my pussy 68
times?! I begged Mommy to stop them. I begged Amy to stop from doing it.
"Hold her down. Get her arms," Amy barked out orders. Mommy just relished this
and smiled like a big cat playing with an injured mouse. Amy looked around and
she settled on the leather belt. Sarah grabbed my arms and held them above my
head, and despite my kicking, Marilyn and Tamara spread my legs apart, exposing
my pussy and my neatly trimmed light blonde hair. My inner lips are kind of
fat, and so with my legs spread further apart, my pussy lips creeped out
little by little. This just made the sting of the belt even more painful.
Once they had me secure, Amy let the belt fly. On impact, I screamed and shook
my head. The veins in my neck must have been bulging out, it felt like my
whole body was hit. She had nailed me right on the hood of my clit. Not
having control of my body, I didn't know that the sensation made my clit come
to life right there in front of Amy's eyes. She was getting a rise out of the
perfect target.
Amy whipped the belt down a couple of times real quick, and my screams were
even louder. Mommy stuffed my mouth with my own discarded panties, and told
Marilyn to hold it in place. Amy continued and I just was wailing and
squirming in pain. But at the same time, I could feel my juices and even
though it hurt my clit, my body was feeling weird warm sensations too. The
leather belt struck my pussy lips, or my clit, or the insides of my thighs for
about another sixty times. I knew my voice was growing hoarse, because I could
barely hear any sound muffled underneath my panties. And by the time Amy
reached the last slash across my pussy, I felt that the floor was probably
soaked with my pussy juices. Despite the weird sense of pleasure, I knew I was
in terrible pain. When Sarah released my arms, I immediately reached down for
my pussy and then just rolled to the side holding my hands over my now really
swollen pussy lips.
In the meantime my girlfriends were like hooting and hollering and jumping up
and down. A couple of drinks were spilled on the carpet and somebody
accidentally kicked me while celebrating. Mommy asked them if they all liked
the game. Of course they said they did, I just laid there. "Bridgette, did
you like the game too?" And just by the way she said it, I knew it was a
setup. I had been severely punished and now I knew what to say. "Yes, Mommy.
Yes, I enjoyed the game too."
"You like playing games, don't you Bridgette?"
"Yes, Mommy, I like playing games," I answered back, trying to make it sound
real. I knew she had something in mind. All my girlfriends, Tamara, Sarah,
Marilyn, Amy, Candice, and Tobie, all of them were just about blasted and
feeling sky-high. I think Mommy put more than alcohol in their drinks too. My
Daddy was a doctor before he died, and Mommy got free advice on pills and
stuff, so I know it was waaaay more than the alcohol. They all just went along
with whatever Mommy suggested, and they kept telling me how cool she was, how
she was cooler than their moms.
"I have a carnival game we can all play. Does everybody want to try it?"
Everybody of course went along with it. She called it a ring-toss game. To
set up the game, naturally, she needed everybody to help her fix me up. They
lifted me up off the floor and Mommy casually proceeded to remove my teddy and
leave me without a stitch of clothing now. They laid me directly under the
bannister that led away from the stairs. Mommy got two long ropes and told two
of the girls to handle the ropes upstairs. She told the girls to keep about 8
feet between them and tie their end tightly to a wooden post. Tamara and
Candice tied their ends and dropped the remainder of their ropes. Then the
next thing I remember is having rope tied and looped lots of times around my
ankles and being hoisted up and off the carpet. My legs were spread wide and
my head was now a full foot off the ground. My back was turned toward a
closet, and I looked at everybody upside down. I could feel my breasts moving
closer to my chin, but they weren't big enough to move too much or too far.
They tied off the slack and I was staying airbourne.
"Okay girls, this game is one we used to play, it's called
Ring-Toss-The-Pussy." Big smiles and giggles quickly followed this
announcement. Mommy disappeared into the kitchen. While she was hunting for
some part of the game, Amy came up to me and starting squeezing and tweaking my
nipples. Candice followed this by walking around to my backside and slapping
me hard on the ass. It was like I was the catch of the day and they were
toying with their prize.
"Alright, I have the two things we'll need to get this game underway." Mommy
was holding a red taper candle that was at least 8 inches long and two inches
in diameter at the base. She came to my sore and swollen pussy and with no
regard for my screams, roughly inserted the base of the candle. She stopped
briefly to enjoy my screech and then pushed about three inches of the candle
deep inside. She balanced the candle straight up then took out her lighter and
lit the wick up. She leaned down and looked me in the eye. "Don't you move too
much my little bitch. If I find any candle wax on this carpet, I swear I'll
make you clean all the floors in this house with your sorry little tongue."
She rummaged through the closet to find a box of my kiddie toys. She produced
three plastic rings and then explained the rules of the new game. In the
meantime, the wax was just starting to melt from the tip of the candle, and I
felt the first trickle. It melted so quick I didn't feel much, but I just knew
that as the candle top burned closer to my pussy, my lips inside and out would
get singed. The object was to toss the rings over and onto the candle, so that
the ring would land on my pussy. The girl with the most successful tosses out
of 20 tries would get to whip me 20 times the number of successful tosses on
any part of my body and have me lick their pussy. The only difference now was
a new kind of whip. My Mommy produced a riding crop that we usually used on
Violeur. The tears started again for me, and now they were running up my face
and over my forehead.
Each girl lined up to take their shots. Marilyn wasn't so accurate and her
first couple of tosses hit me in the midsection. She didn't even get one on
the target, but she did manage to hit my thighs, my stomach, and my chest.
Sarah did better, she just floated them toward me. She actually got one over,
and all my muscles tightened up when the plastic ring landed against my swollen
pussy. And with the candle disturbed, a few sprinkles of wax were dislodged
and landed hot on my inner thigh. I held in another raspy scream. My pussy
lips were hurting and sore enough, and the candle was burning pretty fast down
to my inner lips. Candice tossed hers, but I think she just like hitting me
anywhere she could. Sarah was still in the lead with one. Tamara was next and
she mimicked Sarah's strategy and simply floated them easy. The candle wax was
moving faster and felt hotter while she was slowly lining up her tosses. Her
patience was rewarded; she got one toss on. So the game was tied. That left
Amy versus Tobie. Tobie was a basketball and track star, so I thought she
would do well. She had a really long stride and reached her arm practically
across the ten feet to hit the candle. She nailed it three times, and she
actually moved the candle off balance where it was leaning toward my ass. The
candle wax took off from the top and was dropping hot dribbles of wax down my
asscheeks. I was trying not to shake so much, but the pain was sudden and
sharp, and I was begging someone to move the candle. Mommy slowly came to my
rescue, but not before tapping the candle on purpose, and then shoving the base
of the candle about another inch into my pussy. There was only about two
inches showing and Amy was up.
I just wanted Amy to toss them quickly, because now the agitated candle was
dropping hot wax once or twice every second. The pain must have been easy to
see on my face. I was making little moaning sounds and tiny yelps, but Amy
took her time. For whatever reason, the target was easier now for her to hit;
she was stuck on two for a long time, and then on the last toss, she made it
three. Oh God, Amy and Tobie tied! In the meantime, while Mommy discussed a
tiebreaker round, the candle continued to burn down. And to make it more
paniful for me, the losing girls came over to me and starting playing with the
candle in my pussy! Up and down, they were adjusting the diminishing candle,
and hundreds of red wax drops were lining the inside and outside of my punished
pussy.
They finally settled on the terms of the tiebreaker: 10 tosses, highest total
wins. The candle was dropping wax faster, and they didn't have much to aim
for. In the first tiebreaker, neither of them could nail it. But the candle
only burned down another half inch. I was really starting to shake and squirm
uncontrollably now, I just knew that my pussy must be completely red and
bruised by now. In the second tiebreaker, still no successful tosses. Now I
was starting to panic. I leaned up my head and I couldn't see the top of the
candle or the flame anymore, and I felt the small blonde hairs on my pussy lips
starting to tingle. My God! The flame must be burning my pubic hair! I
screamed for Mommy, I screamed all their names for someone to hurry up and get
that candle out of my pussy. Mommy walked over to me and just stared at me. I
felt my pussy lips touch the flame, and just then, Mommy blew the candle out.
I nearly passed out.
Since neither of the girls won the tiebreaker, Mommy just decided to award them
both as winners, and that meant each girl could whip me 60 times each and then
have me eat them out in front of all my friends.
"But I know my daughter, she will start screaming again. Tamara, go get her
panties and I'll get the duct tape."
A few seconds later, Tamara was stuffing my soiled panties into my mouth and
holding them in place while Mommy wrapped duct tape completely around my mouth,
around my head, sticking the tape over my lips and in my hair too. Amy said
she didn't want my arms to be able to cover up anything while whipping her, so
she asked Mommy for the duct tape and then held my arms closer to the floor and
roughly taped my wrists together.
Mommy let Amy have the riding crop to use and let Tobie have the leather belt.
Before they started, Mommy directed Sarah to the downstairs bathroom to get
some baby oil. She told everybody that having the oil on my body first would
make the whipping sting more. Sarah returned with the bottle of baby oil and
everyone got their hands greasy and wet and then everyone got their hands on
me. My body was aching and my pussy was really hurting bad, but I have to
admit, having a rubdown from head to toe with seven sets of female hands on me,
that was pretty damn cool. Mommy played with the candle, removing it and then
inserting it quickly. She tossed the stump on the carpet and reminded my
girlfriends not to neglect rubbing down my pussy. My pussy was already ablaze
with pain, but now I was getting the most incredible pleasure of my young life.
The next hour was hell. Everybody backed off and Amy and Tobie let a rip. I
was crying and shrieking into my tight panty gag. My fingers were outstretched
and all my muscles would get so tense and then relax and then get tense with
the next strike. No part of my body except my face was spared, although the
belt did just catch me on the cheek. The oil did make the sting worse, but
after about 50 blows, my body really couldn't tell the difference. Everything
hurt, I was sobbing, my nose was running, and I was having a hard time
breathing. When I did open my eyes for quick flashes, I could see my Mommy
fingering Candice and then later Sarah. I saw Amy get behind Tobie for a few
minutes and kiss on her neck while Tobie whipped on me furiously. Marilyn and
Tamara were at first masturbating only, then I saw them roll back onto the
couch and disappear together. Mommy had turned my slumber party into some kind
of all-girl orgy, and I was like some kind of virgin sacrifice being tortured
hanging from the bannister! All total, I was whipped probably more than 120
times, because no one was keeping a strict count. I think Amy and Tobie just
decided to stop when they felt like they wanted me to lick on their pussies.
They let me down and my body didn't even move an inch once I was collapsed on
the floor again. I had welts and bruises and angry red marks all over my body.
My neck had tiny spots where blood vessels had broken beneath the skin, my ass
was a criss cross and really looked like I had been beaten with a wooden plank.
The muscles in my legs were marked up, my back was hit so hard in places that
little spots of blood were poking through the skin. Mommy told Amy and Tobie
they should take me outside to the sauna. Amy and Tobie each took an arm and
literally dragged me on my knees across the floor to the sliding glassdoors.
They each removed their teddy lingerie and panties and I followed them onto the
patio, crawling right behind them. The sauna had been going all night so it
was already warmed up when we got out there. Amy and then Tobie relaxed. Now
they had no problem being assertive over me. I was like some common pet to
them, some animal they had conquered and beaten into submission. They were
like little clones of my Mommy, ordering me around the sauna.
I had never licked any pussy except for my Mommy, and she told me I was
terrible at it; she punished me all the time after dinner because of that. In
the back of my mind I was worried that I couldn't please Amy and Tobie. But my
mind was in such a blur now, I just did what I was told. My mind and body were
just kind of floating in a sea of pain and pleasure and exhaustion. Tobie
propped Amy up on her lap, and raised Amy's pussy slightly out of the bubbling
hot water. All Tobie had to do was point and command me to lick. I splashed
into the sauna and let my tongue caress Amy's beautiful pussy. I had seen Amy
almost completely naked back in our Freshman year gym class. Her breasts
hadn't really developed then, and the hair on her pussy was just wisps of hair
really. Now of course her breasts were probably no less than a C or D cup and
her brown pubic hair was thick but only above her clit; the rest was shaved
away completely. I knew my Mommy would approve. She wanted me to be
completely shaved too, but she was waiting for that day---I didn't know why.
Amy moaned with delight and then they switched places. Tobie had much smaller
breasts, but she had the overall body of a tight, well-toned athlete. Her legs
were lean and strong, and when I leaned in to tongue her clit, Tobie lashed her
legs around my neck and pulled me in closer with her knees. Tobie was even
more aggressive with me, she would pull me up by my blonde hair and kiss me,
and then thrust her tongue in my mouth. My head was just swimming with so much
emotion and sensation. The warm water felt good against my wounds and Tobie's
kisses were like gold. I never imagined that kissing a girl was like that. It
was soft but firm. Amy grabbed my breasts from behind and pinched and clawed
at my nipples. Tobie attacked my neck with several unyielding bites, which
left me bruised the next day. While Tobie bit on my neck and shoulders, Amy
arched me back further and sucked on my lips and and my tongue. Somewhere I
knew Mommy was watching and I hoped she was being pleased. I think this was
all part of my training.
But this was much better for me than sucking on that gross looking horse cock.
Later, as everybody was tired from the whole night, all my girlfriends just
sort of collapsed in place and fell in among the pillows and blankets on the
living room floor. Tobie and Amy had me dry them off with towels and I crawled
on my hands and knees back inside. They didn't bother to get dressed again,
they just laid down with their backs to the other sleeping beauties and
sandwiched me between their warm bodies. Tobie had one arm over me and Amy had
one arm under my neck. I was still in great pain, but also in unbelievable
bliss.
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