Black roommate
by PK
Chapter 1
Sandra was anxiously awaiting the arrival of her new room-mate Angie. What
excited her most was the possibility to show the new one who was the boss. She
did it to Angies two predecessors (both left the school some month later), and
she had learned that she loved to humiliate women. She knew she was a bit kinky
on this side, but she also knew that she wouldnt get into trouble almost
certainly. She had a beautiful face, an athletic but soft body and long blonde
hair that matched her light complexion with a few freckles perfectly. Even if
she had not been an A-grade student, no one would have believed how cruel she
could be.
And her activities in school-sport and the Judo- and jiu-jitsu-lessons she had
as a child helped her a lot in dominating her roommates. Finally it knocked at
the door. As Sandra opened, she was astonished. Angie was georgeous! An ebony
beauty for a change! She stood slightly higher than Sandra and had a georgeous
body, though her tits seemed to be a bit too big for the rest of her body.
Angies thick sensual lips smiled at Sandra.
"Hi, I am Angie, your new roommate. May I come in?"
"Of course, of course. Let me take your bag. I am Sandra."
"Well, here I am. I hope we will get along with each other. If there will be
something that bothers you just tell me. I dont mind if someone tells me
honestly such things."
Sandra decided not to wait. It was 7.30 pm, so she would have the whole evening
and night with Sandra. As Angie roamed in her bag, Sandra went to the door and
locked it, coughing to prevent Angie from hearing the clicking sound. "I think
we will get allong fine, as soon as you know the basic rules."
"Rules?" Angie looked up.
"Well, actually just one rule. I am the boss and you do what I tell you. Do you
accept?"
Angies smile faded a little. She seemed to be unsure if Sandra was joking or
not.
"Well, I certainly dont." She waited for Sandras reaction, to see if she was
mocking her or not.
"Come on, its not that hard. Lets start by giving me a few kisses on my feet!"
"Are you nuts?" Angie said, looking puzzled.
Sandra smiled reassuringly and went to the unsuspecting Angie. She took her
right wrist before Angie could draw her arm back, and twisted it painfully
behind her back. She quickly took her other arm and did the same with it. She
pushed Angies hand up, forcing Angie to bend down at her waist in a 90 degree
angle. Then she kicked Angie in the back of her knees with the side of her foot,
causing Angie to fall on her knees. She went around her, still holding Angies
wrists, until she stood directly in front of the panting black girl.
"Leave me allone, you...you bitch!" Angie cried out. Sandra was happy that
the appartments had nice thick walls, though most of the others were out by this
time at saturday anyway. Sandra just drew Angies wrists toward herself until
Angies face made contact with Sandras feet. As Angie saw what Sandra had in
mind, she had turned her head so her soft right cheek rested on Sandras feet.
"Now, come on, kiss them. Just a nice big kiss on each of them for starters."
"NO! Ill kill you, you bitch! LET ME UP!"
Sandra sighed mockingly. "Ok, then the hard way"
She slowly bent one of Angies little fingers. "AAH! Stop that" yelled Angie.
"You know what to to" replied Sandra and bent the finger further.
"Pleease, please stop. It hurts! AAH!"
Angie was crying and sobbing by then, and the pain still increased. "OK, Ill do
it, stop, please!"
Sandra released her grip just a little. "So then?"
Sobbing, Angie turned her head and gave each of Sandras feet a little peck. "You
can do better than that. I want nice big wet long kisses. You better do it right
this time. I have all night to show you what I mean."
Sandra bent Sandras finger even further than before, then released it a little.
Angie cried out at the pain, then quickly planted her thick sensual lips,
slightly opened, against Sandras right foot. She was now openly crying, mostly
from the humiliation she had to endure.
She gave Sandras foot a long, wet kiss, then switched to her other foot. As
Angie kissed her other foot, Sandra took Angies both index fingers in one hand
and drew a chair to her with her free arm. Sandra sat down and looked smiling
down at the ebony beauty, her dreadlocks sprawled around her feet.
"You bitch..." she heard Angie muttering against her feet.
Sandra bent Angies Fingers again. "And now the same for every toe, to show me
you are sorry for what you just said."
Angie had no choice. Anything was better than the unbearable pain in her
shoulders and fingers. Ashamed and humiliated, she brought her face back down to
Sandras feet and gave, now sobbing quietly, each of Sandras small toes a kiss,
working her way from the smalles of her right foot to the smallest of her left.
"Good girl." Sandra patted Angie on her head, bringing up a new series of sobs
from her.
She released Angies right arm and let it slump to the floor. She pressed Angies
left hand to her forearm, so her palm faced her wrist, and applied pressure at
the exactly right spot. She knew from her Jiu-Jitsu lessons what an unbearable
pain this grip could cause. She was satisfied as she saw Angies contorted face
and heard her low moans. She removed her feet from under her face and used them
to place Angies face with her left cheek on the floor. Angie had her eyes
tightly closed as the tears flowed from between her lids. Sandra placed her feet
on either side of Angies head, her face facing Sandras left foot.
"Take my foot in your hand and kiss my sole."
Needing no further encouragement than the pain in her wrist, Angie complied.
"Now put it down on your head and tell me that you submit."
Angie placed, shaking, Sandras sole on her upturned cheek and sobbed, barely
audible, "I..I submit"
"Louder, my little darling"
"I SUBMIT"
Sandra was satisfied. She knew there was much fight and pride left in Angie.
What she wanted now was a little cat-fight, to show Angie that she could also
win without tricks. Catfighting, especially the pin-downs she liked most, were
always a good and stimulating way to show other girls her superiority. She let
go of Angies other arm and stood up, her foot still planted on her face. She
removed her foot from Angies cheek and put it in front of her face.
"And now the same again without my help. Show me what a nice girl you are."
As Sandra had expected, Angie jumped at her screaming. They rolled around on the
floor. Sandra played with Angie like a cat with a mouse, letting her nearly win
and escaping easily shortly before Angie could pin or beat her. As she was tired
of this, she easily wrestled Angie on her back and straddled her belly, pressing
Angies wrists down beside her head in a classic schoolgirl- pin style. She
smiled down at Angies face as she bucked under her, involuntary stimulating
Sandras crotch with her belly.
"Oh, how sweet" Sandra taunted her, "I love breaking in black fillys. Dont stop,
its fun to ride you. Show me how strong you are, little one."
After 5 minutes of bucking, Angie was finally exhausted and laid limply under
her, eyes closed in her degradation.
"Oh come on, a little more!" Sandra bobbed up and down a little on Angies belly.
She slid her butt up until she sat on Angies big breasts, which formed a
comfortable cussion for Sandras butt as they were pressed flatly against Angies
chest. Angie moaned from the pain. Sandra brought Angies hands nearer and
pressed her knees hard against her wrists. She still knew where it really hurts.
With her now free hands she pried Angies big lips open, revealing her perfect
white teeth.
"Nice healthy teeth, good pony." She enjoyed Angies hateful glance as she
stroked her over forehead and nose.
"Lets clean the a little more, so they stay that way."
Sandra produced an old handkerchief from her pocket, spit on it and started
rubbing it over Angies teeth, prying her lips opne with her free hand. Angie
started bucking wildly around at this new humiliation, but Sandra barely noticed
with her secure and comfortable seat on her breasts. She just kept "cleaning"
Angies teeth, letting a bit of her own saliva dribble down on her teeth and
rubbing again. Finally satisfied she sat back and smiled down at the beautiful
ebony face stuck between her thighs. She knew she had all night to play her
little humiliating games with Angie. She intended to sit on Angie a couple of
hours more before doing something else to her. And she was prepared. She had a
small table with weels on which she had placed some cokes, a few slices of cake,
a phone, a remote control and a cardboard box she had prepared for this
occasion. She stretched to the table and pulled it to her.
"Time for a little chatting. You dont mind if I call a few friends? However, I
hope you understand that I have to mute you for a while. Dont want my little
untamed pony to disturb me."
She reached into the box and took out a pair of thick sport-socks she had worn
the last couple of days at her workouts. She pressed her index-finger and thumb
against Angies cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and stuffed them in her mouth.
She noticed they were still pretty wet from her sweat. She poked them in with
her fingers until Angies whole mouth was filled, her cheeks bulging out
obscenely. She thought of placing some tape over her lips, but then she saw that
Angies mouth was so completely filled that she propably couldnt even move her
tongue the faintest bit.
She giggled a little about Angies funny stuffed face, then picked up the phone
to make a few calls. She spent the next hour chatting with her friends, smiling
down at Angie from time to time when she tried to say something or scream into
her sweaty sock-gag, which muted her very effectively.
When she was finished, she removed the socks from Angies mouth. "Nice quiet
little pony. But now you are propably anxious for some girl-talk."
"Please, get off me, I cant breath" Angie groaned.
"Oh, Im sorry, little one, Ill get off your chest." She slid forward and sat on
Angies upper chest and neck, her chin pressing against the crotch of Sandras
shorts.
"Do you mind if I take off my shirt? Its pretty hot in here." She removed her
T-shirt, exposing her plump milky breasts. They were rather big, with big pink
aureoles which covered nearly a third of her breasts. Angie stared up at her
with fear. She felt that Sandra wasnt just cruelly enjoying to humiliate her,
she was actually sexually aroused by this.
"Do you like my tits? I bet you are a little jealous of my tits. Poor thing.
But if you are a good girl, I maybe let you kiss them sometime. You would like
that, wouldnt you?"
Angie just laid there, trying to stop her sobbs.
Sandra frew impatient and leaned slowly a little forward, applying gradualy more
pressure on Angies wrists. She watched Angies face contort, holding back a
scream. Sandra liked that, this futile efforts to keep a little pride were a
sign that she would have some more fun in breaking her in.
Angies face was a mask of pain, but she still grit her teeth, though her tears
were flowing freely from her tightly pressed lids.
"I asked if you would like to kiss my tits." Sandra said in a more stern voice
and leaned a bit more forward.
This brought finally a agonized scream from Angie: "YEEAS, I WANT TO KISS YOUR
TITS, YES PLEASE STOP PLEASE"
Satisfied, Sandra leaned back and seated herself on Angies upper chest and neck
again.
"I knew you would!" She said smiling.
Angie stared up at her fearfully, her tear-filled eyes switching quickly between
Sandras breasts and eyes.
"So tell me why you just cant get your mind from my tits." Sandra said with a
faked coy smile. "And tell me now" she added, putting a little more weight on
Angies wrists.
"Wh-what do you want me to say!" Angie spat through her gritted teeth. Despite
her pride she knew she would have to give in sooner or later. The pain in her
wrists was just too horrible to deny that bitch something. Just words, she
thought.
"Just tell me why you want to kiss my beautiful tits. Tell me why you love them
so much and why they are better than yours."
Angie just stared up at her. She couldnt bring herself to the ultimate
humiliation of thinking up some admiring comments by herself and telling it the
worst bitch she ever had encountered. As Sandra leaned a little forward again
she quickly made up her mind. She clenched her eyes shut and said "B-Because
your tits are beautiful.."
She stopped as Sandra gave her two open-handed slaps on both of her cheeks with
all her might. Angie nearly saw stars as she looked up at Sandra with a shocked
expression.
Sandra shook her head in mocking regret.
"I have to tell you everything, do I? First: You will never call my breasts
>tits<. I may call them that, but for you its bosom or breasts. You may even
call them Angels Mounds, but never, NEVER call it tits." She gave Angie another
hard slap. "You got that?"
"YES" Angie cried, feeling the impact of the second blow on her sensitive
cheeks.
"Second: If you tell me how beautiful I am, you look in my eyes and on my TITS
and you smile!" Sandra said, hitting Angies other cheek. "GOT THAT?"
"Y-Y-YEEES" angie replied, finally crying and sobbing openly.
Sandra gave her a few minutes; meanwhile she stepped up and removed her shorts,
revealing her thin white panties and straddled Angie again. In her miserable
state Angie hadnt even noticed that she got up.
"Yes?" Sandra said as Angies sobbing subsided.
"Your breasts are so beautiful. So soft. So big. So beatiful..."
"You better start something more original, my little filly, or should I hurt you
some more? Do you like it so much? And put a little more emphasis on why my tits
are superior to those udders of you. And make it CONVINCING!"
Angie fearfully started thinking up something to say that would satisfy Sandra.
After a few feeble attempts and more painful encouragement from Sandra Angie
forgot her pride and the words flowed freely as she tried to please Sandra as
best as she could.
