Fuck Thing
by Couture and Erica
(FF, humiliation, ws, anal)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2003 Couture
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It was a sorority room, much like any other, only this
one was a little larger. After all, Kim was the head
of her sorority and the honor came with a larger room.
A private room, but that was no longer the case. Now
there were tow girls, both of whom where busy studying
for their respective tests. Nothing appeared out of
the ordinary about the black girl laying on the bed,
propped up on a pillow, with her book on her lap.
However, something was just not quite right with the
pretty blonde. She was sitting entirely too straight
on the hard wooden chair.
"Hey Kimmy," the black girl said. "How about fetching
my sociology book for me?"
Kim looked at the Teresa's book bag lying right next
to the girl on the bed. She could feel her anger
boiling to the surface. Black bitch! She hated being
called 'Kimmy', she hated being treated like a
servant, and she damned sure had good reason not to
want to get up, but she knew better than to argue.
Her eyebrows knitted in anguish as she slowly and
carefully lifted her rear-end from her seat. The
reason for her distress soon became apparent. There,
hidden beneath her skirt, was a large black dildo,
fixed to the chair, and buried deeply in tight
recesses of her hot tight little college girl ass.
"Hurry up bitch," Teresa said snidely. "I don't have
all day."
Kim gave a groan and renewed her efforts; her legs
trembled as she raised herself - up and off the dildo
that held her impaled on the wooden chair. She
fumbled around in Teresa's book bag until she found
the sociology book and then handed it to the
domineering girl. "Here you are Miss," Kim said as
meekly as she could.
"Good girl," Teresa said. "Just sit it down right
there." She pointed down to spot only inches away
from the book bag.
Kim did so with an inward sigh, and then walked back
to her chair. A strained expression painted her face
and a low groan growled deep in her throat, as she
slowly lowered herself on the dildo sticking up
obscenely from the chair. The growl turned into a
long guttural wail as the huge latex cock slid slowly
up her ass; stretching and filling her, stuffing her
to the hilt. Eventually, her thighs came to rest on
the hard wooden chair, her smooth ivory ass
successfully engulfing the large black phallus. Sweat
dappled her forehead, as she draped her skirt over the
chair in case anyone came in. She tried once again to
forget her distress and resume her studies.
But try as she might, her mind kept wandering from the
book and returning to her present situation. Here she
was; president of her sorority, - speared - impaled -
mounted to her chair like some sort of animal.
Fetching things for her nigger roommate and worse - oh
so much worse. And the worse part was; she had only
herself to blame.
After all, she was the one who had suggested bringing
a little color into the sorority. Not like a real
member or anything - just a token black girl. Let her
pledge long enough to let the other sororities see
that they were open minded about such things. Then
they would put enough pressure on the girl during the
pledge process to make her drop out. Oh, and did they
have a lot of fun planned for her before that
happened.
However, nothing worked out like she had planned. And
those damn smoothies that Teresa started making were
to blame. They weren't just any smoothies, they were
diet smoothies. All the girls were drinking them and
they all lost weight. Kim most of all. Not only was
she losing weight, Kim had never felt better in her
life. The shakes were like liquid energy, and Kim
could study for hours and party all night. She
started to crave them more often. It was then that
she asked Teresa for the recipe, so she could make her
own. That way she could still have them when Teresa
eventually quit the pledge process.
"First," Teresa said. "Make me a member."
"I'm sure you will be," Kim lied. "But you know you
have to pledge just like everyone else."
"Make me a member," Teresa insisted. "You know you
can do it."
"Sure," Kim said. Sure she was lying, but who would
believe a poor ignorant black girl over the sorority
president.
"And I want stay in your room. I don't like being
cramped up with all those freshman bitches."
Kim had finally had enough. "No, you'll tell me the
recipe, or else I'll make things hard for you. Real
hard." She was already making it real hard, but she
was certain she could make it even harder on the
arrogant nigger who didn't seem to know here place.
Oh, but she would learn, and it wouldn't take long.
"Bitch, you don't know what hard is." Teresa got
right in the sorority president's face, her eyes
flashed menacingly. "But you're about to find out."
Kim backed away. She knew she was no match for the
larger black girl. Besides, who knew how many fights
someone like that had been in. She probably even had
a knife.
"Get back where you were bitch," Teresa spat.
"No." Kim was seeking a way out. Get help and get
this criminal out of here.
"Get back right now or I'll turn you in for the
cocaine."
"What?" Kim exclaimed incredulously. Cocaine? Never.
The black bitch had clearly lost her mind.
"The cocaine, bitch," Teresa said. "What do you think
you've been drinking in those shakes?"
No! She wouldn't! Couldn't have! But deep down Kim
knew the truth. God, how could she have been so
stupid? The energy. The weightloss. The lightheaded
orgasmic feeling. "But you can't prove-"
"I can prove it all right," Teresa said. "It's in
your bloodstream. It's also in your room. Think of
the headlines. Head girl is a coke head."
"No," Kim gasped. What would her parents think? What
about her friends? "Oh God no!"
"Now, get back where you were," Teresa demanded,
pointing down at the floor where Kim had stood moments
ago.
Kim stepped back in front of the black girl. She was
sweating and scared by the physical presence the other
girl.
"Now I want you to make me a sister," Teresa said.
"And you *will* share your room with me, understand?"
"Yes," Kim squeaked. She tried not to move; her lips
were almost touching Teresa's.
"It's yes Miss Porter or yes ma'am, from now on,"
Teresa said. "At least when we are alone. You
understand me bitch?"
"Y-yes Miss Porter," Kim stammered. "B-but, what will
I tell the other girls?"
Teresa smiled. She knew she had won. "Oh, I'm sure
you will think of something."
And Kim did. It was controversial, but Teresa was
made a full fledged sister and moved in with Kim
within two weeks.
***************
"Oops," Teresa said. "I forgot to ask you for a
highlighter. I think there's one in your desk."
Kim gasped and her face winced as she slowly raised
herself off the dildo mounted to her chair. It was
getting dry and it was much more difficult, but
finally she succeeded and brought the highlighter.
She was beginning to grow flushed with arousal. This
was the fifth time in so many minutes she was forced
to rape her own ass for her lover's amusement. She
tried to think of it as being lovers, but it was hard,
oh so hard with the way she was treated.
Teresa wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Bitch, your
little cunt is stinking up the room," she warned.
"I'm sorry Miss Porter, I can't help being such a -
such a . . . horny s-slut," Kim said, and blushed with
humiliation. God, how she hated the way she smelled.
She was always afraid that other people smelled her,
smelled the musky scent of her arousal. Teresa never
let her wear anything but the shortest of skirts, and
she had been made to burn all her underthings herself.
"Show it to me," Teresa said. "Let's see how much you
enjoy this."
But I hate this, I truly do, Kim thought to herself,
even as she lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand,
spread her legs wide, and thrust out her pelvis. Her
pink lips were displayed, unable to hide behind their
natural covering. Those blonde curly locks rested in
a shot glass on Teresa's shelf. Taking her nether
lips between forefinger and thumb, Kim displayed her
most private treasure. Bared her wet sex and obvious
arousal to the bitch that had ruined her life.
"Oh yeah," Teresa said. "You are pure slut. I can't
believe none of your rich friends knows it yet."
To tell the truth, Kim couldn't believe it either.
They had come in while she was mounted on the chair a
few times. God, surely they could smell her. But,
she remained there on her perch, and got them out of
the room before they found out her shameful secret.
"Go on," Teresa said, motioning to the seat. "Get
back on it."
Kim reluctantly turned and returned to her chair.
Taking a huge breath of air, she positioned herself
over the cock and squeezed her eyes shut in pain as
she forced the cock deep into her ass again. "Please
ma'am, it's getting dry," she whimpered.
"So," Teresa said, shrugging her shoulders. "You want
me to get my own stuff from now on? Is that what
you're telling me?"
"No Miss," Kim shook her head from side to side.
Please don't get mad, she prayed in vain. She already
recognized Teresa's sadistic glare. She was going to
be punished.
Teresa stood up, stepped out of her panties, and then
walked over to the seated girl, straddled the chair in
reverse and proceeded to look through the books on the
shelf. "Let's see, what was it I wanted . . ." She
scanned the books, arching her back, and sticking her
plump ass into Kim's face; wedging her pale white nose
into her brown crinkled asshole. "No I don't think it
was one of these, do you?"
Kim didn't need any directions. She began to lightly
kiss Teresa's damp sex, always mindful to keep her
nose firmly pressed into the black girl's asshole.
"Ahhh," Teresa moaned, her nipples throbbed with need,
reminding her that her slave needed to be punished.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me." She opened up a drawer
and retrieved the two items she wanted. Two nipple
clamps, which she proceeded to clip on the firm pink
flesh of Kim's hard crinkled nubs.
"You've got me hot, you white cunt slut," she said,
taking a small vial of white powder from the drawer.
"You want a toot?"
"Yes, Miss," Kim whimpered, careful to keep her eyes
low and subservient. Inside Kim battled with herself.
Mentally, she didn't want to, knew that it kept her
wrapped around the finger of the cruel nigger bitch,
but physically she felt the yearning. It wasn't as if
she had a choice. Teresa was going to make her sniff
the cocaine anyway. Knew it was what kept the prissy
white bitch under control. Kim knew from experience
that doing it voluntarily would be the less painful
route.
"You don't sound like you want it," Teresa said.
"Oh please," Kim begged. "I need it." She didn't
have to put on an act. She truly did crave it. She
knew that it would deaden the pain the clamps were
causing her nipples and relieve the constant
humiliation she endured.
"Are you my little white crack whore?" teased Teresa.
Kim burned with humiliation. Dear Lord, how much
further could she sink? She nodded her head in shame.
Tears welled in her eyes, making the shine brightly.
"Say it."
"I-I'm your little white c-crack w-whore," Kim sobbed
as her tears became a river.
Teresa smiled as she took out a tiny vial of white
powder. It had been expensive, but it was well worth
the cost. She would have paid double to have enslaved
the stuck-up white princess that was firmly in her
power. She turned back around and leaned forward, her
bottom facing the sorority president.
"Spread my cheeks bitch," she ordered.
Kim complied, bringing her roommate's sex and rosebud
into view. She watched in horror as her black
roommate took out a tiny spoonful of white powder and
sprinkled it the crack of her ass.
"Do it," Teresa growled. "Do it you fucking crack
whore."
Kim prayed for someone to take her out of her misery,
rescue her from this cruel nigger bitch. Tears fell
from her cheeks as she bent down to the altar of brown
flesh. She was filled with shame, not only for what
she was doing, but also for the simple fact that she
was turned on. Her body begged for attention. She
brought her nose above the tiny crinkled hole and took
a long sniff.
Oh, God! Liquid pleasure burned through her brain.
"You are a true crack whore now, you know that Kimmy?"
Teresa laughed. "Heh-heh, I think you missed some."
It didn't matter anymore to Kim. The humiliation
dissolved. She pressed her nose in between the two
dark moons and sniffed. In the back of her mind she
knew what it smelled of and what came out of the dirty
hole, but she didn't care. She even stuck her tongue
and licked the brown girl from her pussy all the way
back up to her crinkled rosebud.
Teresa's fingers played over her sex. "Oh that's it.
Oh God, you are really doing it. You are eating my
ass. Fuck, oh that's it. Do it. Lick my ass you
white whore." She lay there for awhile, basking in
pleasure as the white society slut worshipped her ass.
Finally, she had enough and wanted more. Wanted to
feel something in her cunt and a soft pink tongue
licking her clit.
"Get up bitch and get the strapon," Teresa said.
Kim shot up from her chair. The dildo in her ass came
out with a plop. She opened up the drawer to find a
double headed strap-on dildo. One cock could be
inserted into the fucker while another hung obscenely,
waiting to impale the fuckee.
Poor Kim was so delirious from the burning in her
loins and from the buzzing in her brain that she
quickly shoved one end into her gushing sex, fucking
herself with the fake cock. She was oblivious to the
outraged stares of her black Mistresses.
Teresa stepped over to her and delivered a stinging
blow, snapping her back to reality with a slap to her
clamped tit. Her head snapped up and her eyes locked
with Teresa's dark burning glare, realizing she had
made a big mistake; way too late to avoid the
consequences. The rubber cock now dangled uselessly
as Kim quickly laced her hands behind her head to
receive more tit slaps if that is whatTeresa intended
for her.
Kim dared not look away from Teresa and couldn't hide
her tears when the blows began to rain down on her
helpless tits. Her nipples were swollen to twice
their size and the teeth of the alligator clamps bit
into her mercilessly. Every slap shot through her
like a jolt of electricity and, as pain turned to
pleasure, Kim became increasingly aware of the cock
still buried in her hot pussy.
Adding insult to injury, Kim had unconsciously begun
bending her hips and then flexing her ass, her
movements increasing in speed until she was
effectively fucking herself- without permission-
brazenly defying her Mistress but helpless to stop,
seconds away from orgasm.
"Look at you, you filthy white slut! Fucking your
sloppy pussy, right in front of me! You think you're
going to come, do you? You really think you're going
to come after this, bitch?" Teresa asked
incredulously as the strapon slapped around Kim's
thighs and pubis. Her body spasmed and shook for a
release that would not be coming to her soon. She
struggled to be still, the tone of Teresa's voice
cutting her to the quick. God, please don't let
anyone hear, she prayed. Her room was on the very top
floor which served some protection, but Teresa had
never been this loud before.
Teresa pulled Kim's head back by her long blonde pony
tail and reached down between the blonde's shapely
legs. She wrapped her hand around the rubber dildo,
and ripped it; along with the one buried deep inside,
from her body.
Wetness seeped from Kim's pussy and painted her thighs
and mound. She was balanced on spread knees now,
empty and aching; tit slapped and denied a release,
her hair still clenched in Teresa's fist, stretching
her neck painfully.
Teresa smiled wickedly, and looked down at the
dripping phallus that had been Kim's lover only
moments before and forced it painfully past the girl's
lips, pinning her tongue and continuing down her
gullet until she gagged on her own caught breath. Her
throat bulged and her eyes grew wide, pleading with
Teresa to allow her to breath.
Teresa looked back coldly. Kim was proving to be an
interesting slave. She was always daring Teresa to
explore new depths perversion. With her doe eyed blue
eyes and stuck up demeanor, she practically begged for
domination. And no matter how much she cried and
protested, Teresa knew sorority slut was a sub to the
core, and that knowledge, coupled with her natural
feelings of superiority, made it very difficult for
Teresa control her sadistic urges.
Looking down into Kim's pleading eyes, Teresa pulled
the dildo from her throat and slapped her face with
the slimy wet tool. A long six inch welt marked her
cheek.
"First things first, you- my little horny slut- are
going to get what you wished for! You will be stuffed
and you will fuck- but not the way you might think."
Teresa said sweetly, her voice dripping with
facetiousness.
"And, my sweet, you will have a new name. Until I say
otherwise, your new name is Fuck Thing, got it?"
Teresa said.
Kim coughed, "Yes, Miss Porter," she replied, her
voice raspy from the oral assault.
Teresa stripped the young blonde, making quick work of
removing the small miniskirt and tight t-shirt, that
had almost become a permanent uniform for the girl.
"Bend over," she muttered.
Kim obeyed, shivering as Teresa wrote on her ass with
a Sharpie. "Fuck Thing," it advertised.
"Now let's get you fixed up properly," Teresa said
excitedly. She retrieved the double headed dildo from
the floor and moved to Kim.
Grabbing Kim by the ponytail again, she crammed the
cock down her throat and strapped the leather buckle
around Kim's head. Her blue eyes bulged at the
intrusion, but she was helpless to stop it. Soon, the
other end of the black cock rose from Kim's lips,
effectively turning her face into the male pubic
region.
Teresa beamed with pleasure at the society bitch's
subjugation. The only shame was, she was the only one
to see it. What good was it to have a slave like this
if no one knew about it? She looked over at the door.
Did she dare?
She did. "Wait here bitch," Teresa said. "I'll be
right back."
While Teresa was away, Kim prayed to God no one else
would walk in. What would they think seeing her, her
sex shaved and wet, naked, and with a perverse dildo
sticking from her lips. Worse, Fuck Thing had been
written on her ass. She almost dared to get up and
get dressed. Almost.
Shaking inside, she heard footsteps at the stairs to
the door. She gave a sigh of relief at seeing Teresa.
Thank God! However, her relief turned to anguish as
Teresa walked in and there behind her followed another
girl - and then another. Oh God, it was the whole
pledge class! What had she done?
"Hello girls," Teresa said. "Meet Fuck Thing."
Yanking Kim's head back hard by her hair, Teresa
glared and said, "Fuck Thing, where are your manners,
say hello to all the girls!"
But she couldn't. Not with the cock in her throat.
Tears of shame rolled down her red cheeks. "Huh-huh,"
she grunted through her nose.
"Crawl around this room right now and introduce
yourself to my friends".
Kim dropped to all fours and went to Dawn first,
because she was closest. She looked up briefly.
"Huh-huh," she grunted.
"Jesus Christ," Becky exclaimed. "Is that Kim?"
"No, her name is Fuck Thing now. And she's my slave."
Smiling, Teresa admired her handiwork and then,
stroking Kim's hair gently, she said, "Think of her as
*my* pledge. Hell, think of her as *your* pledge.
Think of all the shit you've had to put up with all
your lives from pretty blonde society bitches. And
now . . . and now the shoe is on the other foot, isn't
it?"
There was a cautious nervous giggle, then, a squeal of
delight. "Oh God, I can't believe it," one girl said.
"This is so fucking cool."
"Who wants to be first?" Teresa said. "Fuck Thing is
just dying to introduce herself to you properly,
aren't you Fuck Thing?"
Kim burned in shame as she nodded her head, the black
cock bobbed up and down luridly. Was there no end in
her shame? Thank God, the girls seemed mature enough
to not play Teresa's sick game.
But the silence didn't last long. "Me," one of the
girls said. "I'm next," said another, as they quickly
removed their shorts and panties, crawling over each
other and vying for position of 'first fuck' from
their new toy.
There were ten girls, and Kim got to know them all
quite intimately before the night was through. Their
bodies, their pussies, their asses. They had taken
turns, first one and then the other. Using the dildo
in her mouth as a surrogate lover. Then they had
taken it out and she pleased them with her tongue and
fingers. Dear God, one of the girls had even been on
her period. Kim would never be able to live it down.
And to make sure of that, Debbie a young film major,
went back to her room and got her video camera. When
she returned Kim's mortification was complete. It was
bad enough to be humiliated and forced to perform
perverse lesbian sex acts. It was quite another to do
it with a camera stuck in your face, being told to
keep your legs spread and back arched, smile baby, or
let me see that pretty tongue.
It was her last night at the sorority. One of her
sisters walked in and caught her with her tongue
buried in a pledge's ass. That she would leave was a
certainty. However, Teresa got them to pay for the
rent at a small apartment as hush money.
Kim went to school for another month or so, but word
had gotten around about what she had done. Not only
were there comments, but some took it even further and
tried to take liberties with her. She had tried to be
strong and fight them, but Teresa kept her in clothes
that were positively scandalous, not even affording
her the protection of underwear. Whenever she tried
to avoid the unwanted attention of her fellow
students, they would simply dart a hand beneath her
skirt and stroke the bare flesh of her wet sex until
she agreed to do anything they wanted.
It was too much for Kim and she soon dropped out of
school. Afterwards, she continued living with Teresa.
She had to. But, the black girl's demands increased
almost every day. It was as if she wanted to see just
how far Kim would submit before saying, "enough."
Kim's head was shaved bald and she wore wigs most of
the time. The wigs were usually blue, red, and pink,
an advertisement for her deviant ways. Fuck Thing was
now tattooed permanently to the flesh in the small of
her back. Easily seen due to the low hung skirts and
belly shirts she wore. Her feet were locked into a
pair of red four inch heels. But the worst part was
her sex. Four stainless steel rings pierced the flesh
of her nether lips, sealing her sex, keeping it safe
from intrusion.
They were punishment for Kimmy speaking to one of
Teresa's boyfriends without permission. "I think
another trip to the parlor will teach you to keep your
hands off my men," she said.
The parlor. The very words were enough to make the
former sorority president quake with fear. There was
the tattoo of course. There were also piercings in
her nipples, nose, and belly button. God how they all
hurt, but they were nothing compared to the pain of
the rings that were placed in her labia, connecting
them.
"You're mine, Fuck Thing," Teresa had said, while
tears ran down Kim's cheeks, as the man locked her sex
up for good. And then the man put another tattoo on
the lower part of Kim's belly, an advertisement that
her pussy was now and forevermore, "Property of
Teresa."
"Oh yeah, you are definitely mine now," Teresa
continued, her fingers were moving fast beneath her
own skirt, masturbating herself right there in the
open in front of the tattoo artist. "No dicks in that
cunt now, so you better keep me happy bitch. Real
happy. You do want to keep me happy, don't you?"
Kim sniffed and nodded her head. Before she left, she
licked her Mistress to orgasm and performed oral sex
on dirty tattooed man for Teresa's amusement.
After that, Kim wouldn't even look at a man without
permission. Although it seemed at times that her
Mistress was disappointed in her obedience. She
seemed to go out of her way to leave Kim alone men
where she was forced to fend off the unwanted
attention as best she could.
To Teresa, it was funny that Kim still stuck around.
There was nothing holding her in the service of her
Mistress anymore. The only person using cocaine now
was Teresa, and she only permitted Kim to get high on
rare occasions. Kim stayed now because she loved her
black Mistress. Worshipped the very ground the girl
walked on. As a matter of fact, worshipping Teresa's
feet with her mouth was a daily occurrence.
It was one such morning, while Kim was ardently
felating Teresa's big toe, when what Kim had feared
for weeks happened.
Teresa stroked her slave's bald head, and looked down
amusingly. "What am I going to do with you little
Fuck Thing?"
Kim looked up with tear filled eyes, but her tongue
never missed a beat. This was a question that scared
her even more than mention of the parlor. She had
felt it coming for months. She knew with a certainty
because Teresa's new boyfriend Derek was coming over
more and more. Kim had never officially met him, but
she had seen him often enough. She had peeked out
between the slats of the closet she was confined
within, and watched as he made love to her Mistress.
Watched jealously as her Mistress made him come again
and again, riding him, him riding her, a black cock in
Teresa's cunt. It was something that Kim hadn't felt
in almost a year. The worst was watching them kiss.
Yes, Kim had expected this for sometime now. She had
prayed every night that her Mistress would get tired
of Derek and break up with him for good. Break up
with him and come back to the one who really loved her
and had proved it over and over again. Had proved it
with her tongue and the rings and marks that adorned
her body.
"Please," Kim sobbed, not waiting for her Mistress to
finish. "Please Mistress. Fuck Thing will do
anything. You know she will - anything at all. Just
please don't do this to me. Please . . . I'll do like
I did with your other boyfriends."
"Oh Fuck Thing, those were the days, weren't they?"
Teresa said grabbing her slave by the ear and tugging
her to her crotch. "And it was always a turn on to
watch you lick me until I was ready and then got my
lovers hard for me. Mmmmm, it turns me on even now,
thinking of you inserting them in my pussy while your
own little box was locked away. Get that tongue to
work on my pussy bitch," Teresa demanded. "Pretend
you are licking their cum out of me. Oh yeah, that's
it baby." Teresa's black body rippled as her hips
gyrated on her slave's face.
"But I want different things now," Teresa continued.
"I want to be Derek's wife."
Kim was crying and sobbing while she licked for all
she was worth. She tried every trick she knew. She
proved her love to her black Mistress's pussy and clit
in the only way she could.
Teresa was coming again for the third time. "Oh fuck
and *babies*. I want his babies - oh - oh - oh fuck."
When Teresa was finally sated, she climbed off her
slave's face, using it, along with Kimmy's bald head
to clean her sex; marking the slender girl as her
property one final time, before getting out of bed.
"But- but - I-I love you.," Kim said, falling down on
the floor, grabbing her Mistress's ankle, and
worshipping her foot with her tongue. "And - and I
belong to you." And she did belong to the black girl.
Didn't the tattoo say just that? Tattoo's were
forever, so was love, and so were Mistresses.
"Not anymore," Teresa said as she pulled her foot free
and opened up the door to the master bathroom.
There was someone there! Kim's eyes started at the
expensive pumps and rose up the long thin legs in
front of her. White legs. The bottom of a business
suit. Who was it?
"Did I give you permission to look at me, bitch?" the
woman asked.
"No Miss," Kim whined, turning to Teresa for help.
Teresa's eyes were as barren as a desert. "You better
listen up slut. I'm selling you."
"Give me something to punish her with," the woman
said. "No never mind. I have just the thing."
Kim heard the sound of something sliding against
cloth. Then she was ordered to keep her eyes closed
and to get to her feet.
"Legs spread," the woman ordered. "Arms crossed
behind your neck. Chest out."
Kim was uncertain what to do. This woman wasn't her
Mistress, but she sure acted like it. She shouldn't
have to obey, but she found herself doing it anyway.
Found herself getting hot as she did so.
The woman then whipped Kim's breasts with a thin
leather belt, stripping them with streaks of purple
and crimson. Her thighs were wet with moisture and
trembled with every lick. Tears fell from Kim's
cheeks, but not once did she beg for mercy, look up,
or get out of position.
"Very good," the woman said. To Teresa: "May I have
a word alone with the slave?"
"Take as long as you want," Teresa said as she turned
and left the room.
"Open your eyes slut," the woman said. "But don't get
out of position."
Kim blinked open her eyes. Seeing the woman for the
first time. Oh God, it was . . .
"You recognize me I see," the woman said.
"Melis- " Kim began, but was slapped across the face.
"Miss White," the woman said. "And Mistress if I
decide to buy you."
"Yes, Miss White," Kim said. It wasn't her fault; it
was just a habit. Melissa was one of her sister's
from back in her sorority days.
"Now let me get a good look at the merchandise," Miss
White said, as she began to circle her former college
mate. As she circled, she touched every adornment
that had been added to Kim's body, tisking as she did
so. "She's really done a number on you I see. Do you
remember what you were studying back in college?"
"Yes, Miss White." She was studying to be a lawyer.
She had given it all up to be Teresa's slave, but she
did remember. Although, it was hard to remember with
Melissa's hand down between her thighs, fingering the
rings that held her sex together and tugging her
sensitive clit.
"You know, you were an inspiration to me, Kim,"
Melissa said. "Or should I call you Fuck Thing? At
first I wanted to be like you . . . a successful
lawyer. That was before you turned into Teresa's
little Fuck Thing. And then - and then I wanted to
own you ever since. I saved up a lot of money for
you. Every case I won I thought about you, what it
would be like to possess you. And then . . . well,
let's just say the price turned out to be a lot less
than I expected," Melissa amused, almost pleased about
the concept. "I wonder - is there something wrong
with you? Maybe you don't even want to be a slave."
The tears returned to Kim's eyes and her cheeks
colored. She felt a shame for the first time in a
long time. Teresa didn't want her anymore. And
Melissa - Melissa knew her from before. Had even
looked up to her. Could she give herself to Melissa?
She didn't love her, not like she loved Teresa, but
she was terrified of living without a Mistress. She
needed the sense of security that only being owned
could provide.
Kim knew what she had to do. She dropped down to her
knees and kissed Miss White's expensive shoes. Shoes
that she might have wore if she had been stronger back
in college. "Please - please Miss White. Will you be
my Mistress?" Her kisses trailed up to ankles, to
knees, and finally to thighs.
The belt leaped out and striped Kim's back, leaving a
long blue welt. "Bitch, do you deserve to lick my
pussy?" Melissa demanded.
"No Mistress."
"You're damn right you don't." Melissa said. "Look
what you've let her do to you. Jesus, do I have my
work cut out for me." Then she turned around so that
her ass was facing her former mentor and rival.
Kim was busy sliding her head beneath Mistress White's
skirt. "May Fuck Thing take off your panties,
Mistress?"
"Yes she may," Melissa said. "But with her mouth
only."
"Of course Mistress." Kim's teeth caught the edge of
the woman's panties, and she drew the down her legs.
Melissa stepped out of them and brought her foot down
on Kim's neck, trapping her against the floor. A
thrill ran through her sex at the girl's submission.
No, she wasn't a rich college girl anymore, she was
just a thing, a Fuck Thing. Melissa reluctantly let
the girl up so that she could finish what she started.
Kim kissed her way up to Melissa's ass. As she got
closer, she could smell the young woman's expensive
perfume and also the scent of her arousal. She could
smell something else . . . Melissa wasn't quite clean.
But it didn't matter. Kim wasn't going to do anything
to blow this chance. She stuck out her tongue and
licked. Licked the dirt from Melissa's ass. Then she
stuck her tongue inside and made love to it. Made
love to her dirty ass. 'I love you. I do love you,'
she thought. 'See how much Fuck Thing love's you.
Please take her with you. Please let me belong.'
Melissa did her best to remain standing. "Oh God, I
can't believe this. She said that you would do
anything, but I didn't really believe her. Ugh -ugh -
I thought no way would Kim McTeridge lick my ass - oh
fuck - lick my dirty ass. Mmmmm two hundred dollars.
I paid less for you than these shoes. Do you realize
that? Oh that's it, stuck your tongue - right-ugh-up
-there-bitch. Oh fuck yes. You think I'm going to be
easy on you, but I'm not. You're going to work for
me, at the office and at home. I'll dress you in
slutty clothes, and you'll flirt, oh how you'll flirt.
With man and women alike. You'll whisper sweat
nothings in their ears, you'll rub that hot little
body against them, you'll tell them all sorts of sexy
stories about what you do at night. You'll even do
this with some people who knew you from your other
life . . .won't that be nice?"
The thought of such submission was turning Kim's sex
to creamy jelly. Her nimble fingers sought her ringed
cunt to bring it relief in the only way that had been
allowed for the last two years. She was just getting
into rhythm when Melissa realized what was happening.
She turned and smacked her in the face. "Disobedient
bitch, what the fuck do you think you are doing?"
"Fuck Thing is finger fucking her cunt hole," Kim
replied. She realized by the look on Melissa's face
that she had done something she wasn't supposed to.
Evidently the rules had changed. Her face stung. She
could feel her cheek bone swelling, and began to sob.
"Oh I'm sorry - I-I'm s-orry. I didn't know it was a
- a r-rule."
"As I was saying bitch. You are going to show your
body. You will act like the perfect slut. The
perfect little paralegal slut tease. I'll even share
that mouth of yours with my friends. We may even make
a party out of it. But, that pussy baby . . .that
pretty ringed cunt is mine, and mine alone. No one's
to touch it, not even you. . . only me."
Melissa's face was beamed with power, and she had such
a look that it scared Kim to the core. She took Kim's
head and tilted it up so the submissive girl was
forced to look at her, reached down with her other
hand and mercilessly teased the young woman as she
continued. "And baby, I'm going to remind you of it
constantly. I think I'll hang a little bell from your
big clit. Every time you hear it jingle you will know
whose little cunt hole that is. How do you like the
sound of that, Fuck Thing?"
God, how was she going to bear it? Not only to be
constantly teased and made to look like a slut, but to
have a bell jingling between her legs. Oh - oh , it
was intolerable. It made her insides melt and quiver.
"Yes, ma'am," Kim said, her body reacting to Melissa's
teasing fingers, her cheeks blushing for the first
time in a long time.
Mistress White lifted the hem of her skirt, grabbed
Kim by the neck, and pushed her into her sex. "Oh
yes, you will learn to appreciate each and every
orgasm, baby. I plan to dole them out slowly, so very
slowly, making you earn each and every one for that
poor lonely pussy. But don't worry dear, I plan to
share it a bit. As a matter of fact, I think I'm
going to show it to your parents. I want them to see
what you've done to yourself with your little rings
and bell. I can't wait to see their faces when you
tell them all about your black lover. Oh baby,
they're going to be so thankful for me rescuing you
they will do anything I say. I bet they'll even
spring for a little laser surgery to have Teresa's
name removed from your cunt. Ha-ha, little will they
know that we'll replace it with Mistress Melissa and
we'll have your pubes permanently removed while we're
there," Melissa cackled. "Oh fuck, that's it Fuck
Thing, work my clit, suck it you sexy bitch. O- oh -
ohhh- Fuck fuck - oh fuck I'm coming."
After her second orgasm, and while Kim knelt between
her legs, her tongue lingering lovingly on the folds
of her sex, she called Teresa back into the room. "We
have a deal. I'll be glad to take the slut off of
your hands."
Teresa looked antsy. She had watched from the door,
and the feelings it stirred up wasn't just horniness,
there was also jealousy. Maybe it wasn't such a good
idea to get rid of her slave. After all, she had
earned her fair and square. Besides, she did a good
job of keeping up the place. Maybe she could work it
out with her boyfriend. Make a little room in the
garage and keep the little bitch in there. One thing
was for certain, she knew for sure she didn't ask for
enough money. Next time she would get more, much
more. Maybe her parents would even pay to have her
back. "Look Melissa, I'm having second thoughts,"
Teresa said.
"You hear that pet," Melissa said, stroking her former
sorority sister's bald head. "Your old owner is
trying to renege. You don't want that do you? No,
don't turn your head baby. Keep it right there in my
cunt and give it a little shake up and down or from
side to side." To Teresa: "Nope, it looks like Fuck
Thing is mine now."
"Get over here now bitch!" Teresa demanded. "I own
you. . . I-I-I'll beat you black and blue if you don't
get over here right now."
Kimmy was a little torn. She was scared of Teresa,
and wanted to obey, but she couldn't risk angering her
new owner.
"Open your mouth Fuck Thing and put it right over my
cunt," Melissa said. "That's a girl. Nice and
tight." She looked right at Teresa and smiled while
she continued to talk. "Tell me pet, have you ever
served as your Mistress's toilet?"
Kim's shook her head, careful to keep her mouth firmly
in place. No she had never done that. Never even
thought of it, the idea was so forbidden, so perverse,
her own pussy quivered with pleasure. Kim's bright
eyes grew large as saucers when it happened. First, a
small spurt that quickly grew to a gushing stream.
The hot fluid filled her mouth faster than she could
swallow. The taste was salty and bitter.
Teresa looked on dejectedly. It was over. Fuck Thing
belonged to this bitch as surely as she had belonged
to her for two years now. She turned and walked from
the room without another word.
Kim knelt and licked what she had missed from
Melissa's thighs. She was happy. She had a new
Mistress, and she loved her with all her heart. Yes,
it seemed Mistress White was going to take good care
of her. She could see it already.
The End
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