Cynthia Has Enough, Already! Pt 2
"That's probably enough, Dear." Kate said from her position. Shara had been
using Cynthia as a punching bag. The legs of the taller woman at first kicked
back some defense only to soon concede. Kate was certain it was good video, but
knew enough of a good thing had arrived and now was time to stop. "Shara, get a
bucket of water and throw it over her. Don't worry about this floor. Besides, it
looks as though our bitch has now become a true Sleeping Beauty.
"I'll get the water, but I can also wake her up without it!" Shara cheerily
answered. She slipped off one glove and then the other. "Hmmm....,"Shara gently
lifted up one of Cynthia's breasts. Her thumb and forefinger squeezed it. She
pressed both of the breasts together. "I think these titties are real. They feel
like it. And, oh so yummy..."Shara leaned closer to the chest and took one of
the nipples in her mouth. "Yummm-uhm..." Her tongue traced around the large oval
and felt the nipple harden from her mouth.
Kate watched the scene. It made her a bit jealous to watch her lover
enjoying herself so much, but it was, after all, good video and that was what
they were after. She decided to let her little Eurasian friend have her fun.
Shara's shorts swayed as her hips slowly moved from side to side. Deciding to
show that she was still the one in charge, Kate barked, "Pull up her head so the
camera can see her face."
Shara continued sucking but on hearing Kate used a hand to lift up Cynthia's
fallen chin. She heard the other woman moan, or groan. It had better be the
former. The sound stopped her. Shara covered Cynthia's lips with her own.
"Oh. She didn't kiss me back. The nerve of her!" Shara' slapped Cynthia's
face. One eye opened. The other was swollen shut. It looked ugly. Shara took
three fingers of her right hand and dug the sharp nails into Cynthia's cheek,
just below the swollen eye. Another moan as the nails tore. Then Shara set her
teeth and slowly raked a set of three cuts down the slack face.
"Awwwwww.....!"
"See Kate? I told you I could wake her up, one way or another. Now I'll go
get that water."
"Cynthia, Cynthia, Cynthia... Now I said we would try our best to make sure
you weren't the prettiest. Have we started, do you think?"
Cynthia didn't bother trying to answer the unseen director. Her head dropped
back down after Shara let go. She couldn't breathe through her nose. It was
probably broken. Her lip was split too. A metallic taste reminded her of copper.
Wheezing sounds came from her mouth. The ground below still refused to focus in
her one good eye.
The splash startled, then actually felt good. Until the water quickly
reminded her she was cut. Pink-colored droplets rained down her chest. Dully,
she raised her head up. Only the lights blinded. Shara and Kate were nowhere to
be seen.
Shara appeared from the gloom. She had removed her cut-offs and was also
nude. Her skin seemed to glow. She smiled hungrily at Cynthia.
"You taught well, Teacher. Now let me teach you a thing or two..." Shara
moved closer and kissed the smoothness of Cynthia's right cheek.
"You go girl," Kate called, forgetting earlier notions of jealousy, as Shara
dropped to her knees in front and of Cynthia's legs. Kate got hot watching the
two.
"Uhmmm....your skin is so soft. So muscled, too." Her hands glided over
Cynthia's thighs, slid over the backs of her knees and this time gently raked
her nails up the backs of Cynthia's calves. Shara lightly kissed an inner thigh.
The flesh twitched. Her lips softly glided over another spot. Shara could feel
Cynthia's clenched muscles, so she decided on a more direct approach. She used
her tongue to slowly lap up the now bald lips.
"Oh? You like that, do you?" Shara felt Cynthia's legs relax. She lapped her
tongue again over the musky orifice. Her hips began to sway. She could feel her
own juices beginning to warm. Above, she heard a small moan. This time, she was
sure it was a moan. Cynthia's flat stomach was making faster shallow beats.
Kate was watching both as a voyeur and as a film director. She zoomed the
camera in on Cynthia's right breast, specifically on the nipple. Thanks to the
good lighting she had brought, the color looked excellent. In the viewfinder,
she watched as the soft pink oval began to shrivel. The microphones were picking
up sounds made by both girls; Shara's slurping and Cynthia's ragged breathing.
Shara sunk her nose between Cynthia's upper thighs. Slowly, she raised her
head so that her nose divided the simmering lips. A tip of tongue followed. Few
could resist such treatment, Shara knew, and smiled secretly as she began to
taste the other woman's juices. She swirled her tongue between the velvety
ridges. Gently, she nibbled with her teeth.
Rising to her feet, she let her hands find themselves behind Cynthia's back.
Shara slowly ground her short patch over Cynthia's groin. Her tongue licked down
the other woman's neck. Stopping, she pirouetted to face the blare of light and
smiled to the camera. Her fingers flowed over Cynthia's ribs as she stepped
behind her. Reaching around, Shara's nails sought out the bald lips, and then
pulled each back.
"Very good, Love." Kate smiled thinly and zoomed the camera to tightly focus
on the gaping pussy. Through the viewfinder she saw Shara's violet nails
spreading the outer lips. Inner petals wetly blossomed. The camera was picking
up the dark entrance to Cynthia's vagina and up a little higher appeared the
small pink bud of her clitoris. The pixilated passion was wonderful.
Shara let the lips go and came back around to kneel between Cynthia's legs.
She continued to slick the lips with her own tongue and began to make tiny
nibbles with her teeth until she reached the throbbing clit. Pursing her lips,
she sucked it into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm...You taste good."
Softly chewing the little organ, she pressed her fingers flat over Cynthia's
belly. She sucked more, and felt the organ respond.
Kate recorded the action and slowly tilted the camera up and zoomed in on
Cynthia's breast. Its nipple erect, it poked the air. Tilting up, Kate captured
the face. As beaten as it was, it still was clear that Cynthia was enjoying what
Shara was doing to her.
"Go ahead, Dear. You know what to do."
Cynthia's good eye popped wide as Shara bit. Only, it wasn't Shara's teeth
that shot the sharp pain. She looked down. Shara's mask and the glittering eyes
behind it met her's. Cynthia could see what looked to be a large alligator clip
protruding from under her mound. The other woman was attaching some sort of
rubber leader to an end of the clip.
The voice from behind the lights said, "She's attaching a rubber band, Cyn'.
And to that, we'll start adding little weights. Soon your clit should be longer
than you ever imagined it could be."
Cynthia felt a tug and then a release of the tension. What she could not
comprehend was that Shara had started by attaching a one-ounce fishing weight to
the rubber band, then holding the tensed band with the weight in the palm of her
hand and slightly lifting. Cynthia screamed, when the weight was then dropped.
"You can see...as the band and the weights bounce, they will pull harder on
the clip."
"Kate, I think we should use these pretty nipples now. Want me to clip
them?"
"Patience, Shara. Feel the smooth sides of each of her tits and clip her
there."
Cynthia tried to keep from hyperventilating as her eyes riveted on what
Shara held: two other alligator clips, except these were larger and wires lead
from them. Tears pooled as Shara pinched the side of one of her breasts. Cynthia
gasped as the clip's teeth bit.
Camera lights were extinguished. It was hard for Cynthia to see in the
gloom. She heard what sounded like the tarp she had earlier seen being removed,
then saw Kate pulling a small generator out the shed doors. Just outside the far
window, she heard it being set up, and then saw as a power cord was passed in.
Shara had put on some shorts and sat on a small stool. She reached for the cord
and plugged it into a small silver box that sat in her lap.
Kate returned. "That's a transformer she's holding, Cyn'. And these wires
from the clips on your boobs? They go in the back of the transformer, like so."
Shara made a small adjustment to her mask and smiled. "Watch, girl." She
flicked a small rocker switch on the box. A green light lit. Kate attached the
two wires and she flipped two more switches. Yellow lights above them went on.
"This control here...controls the power, and this meter shows us the output."
"It's a rheostat that controls the amount of power sent to you, now that
you're all wired up." The two women laughed. "We let your legs and feet free
because, well, if you should start moving at all, that rubber band with the
weight now and weights we add will pull harder and harder on your clit. See?
Let's try it out. Give her a short jolt Shara."
"GGGAAA.....!!!"
Cynthia hung from the ropes holding her wrists. The intensity of the
electricity was fierce. She could not stop the sweating and her heart seemed
racing all on its own. Below the small weight swung against the tops of her
thighs.
"Now let's get those lights back on and get serious."
A half hour later, the rubber leader was stretched taught. Many weights had
been added like a lead garland. They dangled just above Cynthia's knees. From
out of her crotch gleamed the full clip attached to an elongated female organ,
shiny pink in the light.
"She hasn't yet given you full power, Cynthia, but let's see what we can do
about that, shall we?" Kate looked at the glistening body with the pinkish-white
clit hanging down and the drooling head that lolled between the outstretched
arms. "You know what to do, Shara."
Kate watched as Shara got off of her little box, got two more clips with
wires attached and brushed aside the blond hair. The exposed earlobes were
clipped next. Cynthia groaned. Shara then made sure that the wires were attached
to the silver control box. Certain that they were, she activated two more
switches on the panel and more lights appeared. The sleek sadist then took a
short wooden bit and fit it between Cynthia's jaws. A sort of wild fear showed
in the trainer's one good eye. Shara took pliers and pulled out Cynthia's
tongue, then clipped a third alligator clip on the tip of the tongue. She
attached the wire leading from it to the back of the box and activated the
signal light.
"Looks like you're all ready. Sorta like trimming a tree. Not quite as
pretty as before, but remember what we said about changing your looks? Oh, and
if you feel like dancing and running with those free legs, just do it and forget
about the pain. Shara is now going to give you full power and the idea is to see
how long you'll last. Got that?"
Kate waved her hand through the light so Shara could see and the younger
woman looked back down at her lap. A hum from the generator and box louder than
usual sounded as Shara turned the control to 100%. Cynthia seemed to change
little, except that her muscles all tensed more frantically. The power
continued. Naked legs trembled first. Tears flowed from eyes. A gargling noise
sounded from Cynthia's opened mouth. Her head began to shake. Shara glanced back
down at the board. The meter showed full power.
The reaction was swift. Feet shuffled, then they and her legs spastically
ran in place. Her breasts shook from side to side. Dangling weights between
Cynthia's legs yo-yo'd. One breast wire snapped off and fell. The shaking
continued. A golden stream spurted. Spittle flew. Golden hair flew in every
direction.
"That's enough. Stop Shara. We had better let her rest." At her words, the
humming stopped. Cynthia hung limply in the ropes but continued to shudder. Kate
patted the tripod.
Lights were turned off as Kate repositioned them. Shara removed all of the
clips, including the one with the weights. As she did, she kissed the elongated
clit. Cynthia's wrists were again handcuffed behind her. Shara pulled her over
to the small box on which she had sat, and made Cynthia kneel, then bend
forward. Breasts bulged at each side as they were crushed into the wood.
Cynthia's hair almost touched the floor as she shuddered face downward.
The lights burned once more. By now, Cynthia cared less about being the
camera's focus. From above her, she heard a different whirring sound, one she
had heard before and then felt the first touch of the trimmer as it was laid on
the back of her neck.
The first swath was shorn. Locks of hair fell to the floor. Another bunch
plopped down as the shaver made its second sweep. Witnessing the sight was
unbelievable, and Cynthia could only sob at the sight of her own hair falling to
a pile just below her.
Shara didn't find the cutting as hard as she had expected. Ignoring the
camera this time, she deftly used the shaver in her hand and before long,
Cynthia's head was bald. Shara lathered a depilatory over the scalp and let it
sit.
"Take her outside and hose her down. Then bring her back"
When the two had returned, Kate stepped in front of the lights. With her
back to the camera, she took from her hand a ringed collar and locked it around
the neck of the standing woman. She then cuffed each of the chafed wrists and
locked these to the rings.
"From now on, your name is to be slave bitch. Should you need to speak, you
will do so with your best manners and address me as Mistress Kate. Over here is
Miss Shara. Understood, slave bitch? Now...what are you to be called by, and
what is my name and hers?"
Cynthia swayed on her feet, quivered and said, "...You...are Mistress
Kate.....and.....and she is Miss Shara....and I am...," Cynthia choked but
cleared her voice and timidly said, "I am....slave bitch."
