Caught Coach

By DionysusMas

Sara Winslow had been coaching the girls’ volleyball team at Eastern Valley High for 3 years now and had been keeping a terrible secret for the last year. At a very awkward time in her life Sara found herself drawn to one of her students. This was the first time in her life that she experienced any sort of sexual feelings for another female and the fact that it was an 18 year old girl was quite troubling for her. Sara had been married for 20 years to John Winslow and considered only the first 10 of those years to be a real marriage. John kept himself buried in his work and had not spent any quality time with Sara in years. As a result the lonely woman eventually found herself experiencing strange thoughts.

Sara was now standing in the girls’ locker room looking at herself in the mirror. At 40 years old Sara was still a striking woman. Her breasts were a perfectly round C cup which complimented her shapely ass to a tee. Her long black hair framed her beautiful face and brought out the light in her deep blue eyes. After all these years she was only now starting to see a few grey hair and the first signs of crow’s feet. Her breasts only sagged a little and her ass was only showing moderate signs of a slight southward movement.

Reaching down with her right hand to the bench in front of her, Sara lifted the towel she had thrown there earlier in an attempt to hide what lie beneath. As Stacy Sheppard had undressed for her post practice shower the 18 year old senior had dropped the panties she had worn all day onto the bench. Seeing a change to claim a souvenir, Sara had dropped a used towel onto the bench covering the panties. Just as the coach had hoped, Stacy had been too busy chatting with her friends to remember the used garment and had gone home for the day without her soiled panties.

Sara held her breath in anticipation as she slowly brought the girls panties up to her face. She looked closely and saw to her shame and excitement that the panties were indeed stained with Stacy’s secretions. Sara brought the panties to her nose and breathed deeply of the heady scent. Her knees got week and her stomach began to flutter as she inhaled the most private odor of her teenage charge. Sara’s moved the panties to her left hand and almost without conscious thought moved her right hand down the length of her torso until she reached the waistband of her sweatpants. With a guilty look over her shoulder, Sara let her hand creep down inside of both her sweats and panties. She shivered as she felt the first strands of pubic hair touch her fingertips. She moved her hand lower and rubbed it softly across her quivering mound. She could already feel the moistness of her hair on the palm of her hand and slowly slid her middle finger between her lips.

The feeling was like static electricity as she began to slide her finger along the length of her pussy, gently stroking her outer lips and building her own excitement with each pass. Sara breathed deeply of her student’s scent as she began to stroke herself faster allowing her finger to go deeper and deeper. All thought escaped her mind except the notion of getting herself off. She was almost embarrassed by the soft squishing sound coming from her now soaking wet crotch. Sara began to moan softly in time with her own ministrations without thinking let her tongue slide out and lick tentatively at the soiled panties she held in her hands. She was immediately overcome with passion as she tasted the salty, musky leavings of young Stacy. Sara began to lick in earnest as she stroked her pussy in an ever increasing fervor.

She was close now, so very close. Her body shook with pleasure, her heart pounded out a beat so loud Sara could almost hear it over her own moaning. Her right hand stroked furiously and she began sucking the juices from the used panties. Just when she felt she could take it no longer, Sara exploded in the most satisfying orgasm of her middle aged life. Her knees gave way and she sank to the floor slowly easing her finger from her now sensitive pussy. She gave the panties a final lick and let them fall to her lap. Sara was breathing heavily and her head was spinning but she was grinning with satisfaction.

And then the cheering started. Laughing and cheering and clapping coming from the direction of the door Sara had sworn she had locked. Her eyes flew open wide and her head turned quickly to the sound. Sara was at once shocked and embarrassed by what she saw. There, standing in the doorway to the locker room were 4 of her starting seniors. Stacy Sheppard, she of the soiled panties was standing in the forefront of the group. Behind her were Lindsey Morgan, Kelly Sinclair, and Rose Masters. The girls continued to laugh at their coach until Stacy raised her hand to silence them. It was then that Sara noticed the video camera Stacy was holding in her other hand.

Sara began to speak not even sure what she would say but Stacy silenced her by yelling, “Shut up bitch! You’ll speak when you’re given permission”. The young girl walked slowly toward her now kneeling coach and stopped just half a foot from her. “Let me lay this out for you as simply as I can you perverted old whore. You’re caught and you know you are. Nothing you say at this point is going to matter at all so you can forget about threatening us or getting all high and mighty about this.” Stacy was standing straight and tall and from this angle Sara’s face was level with the girl’s crotch. Even as scared as she was Sara was tempted to steal a glimpse. Before she could act on that feeling however, Stacy began to speak again. “We’ve all seen you watching me. Seen how you stare at my ass or tits when you think no one is looking. We know what a pervert you are so save any bullshit for someone else. You see coach, the four of us have been fucking each other for well over a year now and we spotted you a mile away. The truth is we set you up with the panties. I never believed you would go for it but Rose was certain.”

Sara began to grow very cold at the thought that her students had set her up intentionally. She would lose her job now and most likely her husband. And oh what her parents would think. Sara tried to plead with Stacy but received a slap in her face as she began to speak. The shocked coach sat back on her heals and began to cry softly. Stacy laughed and said, “Cry all you want to bitch but we own your ass now”. She continued, “You see we’ve been getting bored with our little adventures. Sneaking of to each other’s houses and fucking and sucking is fun and all but we needed more. That’s when Rose showed us websites about slaves. I mean imagine how hot we got at the idea of having our own sex slave. We were hooked on the idea but couldn’t come up with a suitable target. And then we remembered our little pervy coach.”

Stacy went on to explain how the girls had come up with a plan to entrap Sara and force her into becoming their slave. She went on to talk about how thrilled they were at the idea of having someone to degrade and humiliate like the sorry bitches in the stories they were reading. And now they had their own little sex toy to play with.

Sara took this moment to plead her case. She was sobbing as she pleaded with the girls to forget the whole thing. She begged them not to ruin her life and at that point Stacy told her that would not happen. “We aren’t going to expose you, you stupid cunt. We won’t see your job or marriage ruined unless you misbehave. Now I think you need to take off all those clothes you’re wearing and let us take a good look at our new property.

Sara was shocked. She was certain she had misheard the girl. “You want me to strip?”, she asked. Stacy let out a short laugh and said, “Of course bitch, we wanna see what we’ve got here. Now stand up and take off those clothes.”

Sara sat still for just a second too long and Stacy slapped her hard across the face. “Do what the fuck I tell you, cunt!” She screamed at the now cowering coach. For emphasis Stacy reached down and grabbed Sara’s left nipple between her thumb and finger and began to pull the older woman to her feet. Sara was stunned but the pain in her nipple was horrible and she scrambled to her feet as quickly as possible. The girls all laughed at her, pointing out the snot running out of her nose as she cried harder.

The coach was trembling in fear and humiliation as she took off her tshirt. She thought about folding it and almost laughed at the absurdity. Fearing retribution, Sara went on disrobing by sliding down her sweatpants and removing them along with her shoes and socks. She stood shaking before the 4 girls in just her panties and sports bra. Stacy reached out immediately and slapped Sara’s left tit hard in a downward motion. “Get the rest off cunt”, the girl screamed. Crying harder Sara removed her undergarments and stood naked before the girls. She knew better than to hide her nudity with her hands and kept them hanging at her sides.

The girls were surrounding her now and making rude observations about her body. Kelly called her tits “fat udders”. Lindsey remarked that Sara’s ass was fat and out of shape while Rose said her coach was a mess and should be lucky anyone even wanted her to serve as a slave for them. It was Stacy who was the cruelest though. Stacy lifted her coach’s breasts in both hands and let them drop back down. She smacked the woman’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint and finally used Sara’s own panties to wipe the snot and tears from her face.

Stacy ordered Sara to her knees and the humbled coach complied if only to get this all over as quickly as possible. With the older woman on her knees the 4 girls began to undress which quite frankly scared Sara to death and aroused her at the same time. Stacy spread Sara’s clothes on the bench and sat her bare ass down on them with her legs spread right in front of Sara. “Let’s get right to it shall we”, Stacy said. “I want you to eat our pussies. I mean I want you licking my cunt until I cum on your nasty pervy face.” Sara shook her head no and started to get up. “I can’t do that. I can’t go that far. This all has to stop now Stacy.” The coach wanted to say more. Wanted to take control of the situation but Stacy had other things in mind.

With a predesigned signal from Stacy the other 3 girls grabbed Sara and forced her over Stacy’s lap face down with her ass sticking straight up. Sara tried to call out at this point but the girls were too fast and too well prepared. Someone shoved Sara’s panties into her mouth effectively gagging the older woman. While Kelly, Rosy and Lindsey held her in place, Stacy began to punish their prisoner. Using one of Sara’s sneakers Stacy began to beat the older woman’s ass savagely. She showed no mercy and no compassion. Stacy slammed the shoe down onto her coach’s ass over and over to the muffled screams of her new toy. The beating lasted only 3 or 4 minutes but when those minutes are spent being beaten, they seem like hours. Well over 150 hard strokes rained down on the poor woman’s ass. When it was over, Stacy was panting from the exertion while Sara was a sobbing, quivering mass of agony.

Stacy pushed Sara onto the floor and smiled when the coach cried out in pain upon landing on her abused ass. Sara rolled onto her side and curled into the fetal position trying to block out the pain. A swift kick from one of her new owners quickly brought her back to the reality of her situation. Stacy told her to get up and start licking right now or she would start beating the woman’s tits next.

Sara slowly crawled up to her hands and knees and shuffled herself into position between Stacy’s legs. With her face just inches from the girl’s crotch Sara could smell the arousal steaming from her wet hot pussy. Stacy was tired of waiting and grabbed Sara by a handful of hair and pulled the sobbing woman’s face into her cunt. Using both hands, Stacy ground Sara’s face into her pussy hard enough to hurt the woman’s nose and lips. She rubbed Sara’s face up and down repeatedly as if trying to masturbate herself with the older woman’s face.

All this just made Sara cry harder which only made Stacy rub herself faster with her new toy’s face. Stacy had wanted to force the woman to lick her out but was enjoying the power trip of using her face as a dildo way too much to stop. She yanked her coach’s face up and down, using her hair as handles, with ever increasing pressure and speed. Stacy was getting close and began to hump her crotch into Sara’s face while keeping constant pressure on the back of the woman’s head. On and on she rode Sara’s face, her juices now coating it like a warm sticky glaze.

Sara was in hell. Her nose and lips were bruised, her eyes were almost pasted shut with the girl’s secretions and her neck was killing her. The smell and taste coming from the girl’s sex was almost enough to make Sara pass out. She was overwhelmed by the rush of emotions. She was hurt, angry, embarrassed, frightened and aroused all at the same time. Her mind was in turmoil as her face slid up and down over her owner’s cunt. With each pass Sara could feel her nose disappear into Stacy’s pussy while in her mouth her own panties were absorbing Stacy’s cum and transferring it into Sara’s mouth.

A low growl began in the back of Stacy’s throat and grew louder with each thrust of her coach’s face over her steaming pussy. She was so close now. Just a few more seconds. Stacy ground Sara’s face in harder and faster with one hand and began slapping the woman’s back with the other. In one shuddering climax Stacy came hard and pushed her coach’s face as far into her cunt as she could. She held Sara there until it became obvious that the woman was having trouble breathing. With one final hump of her hips Stacy shoved the abused woman onto the floor and sat back breathing heavily.

Sara was beaten. She was a worn out mess too weak even to cry any more. And still 3 more girls waited their turns on her face. Rose kicked her coach’s left tit hard with her pointed toes and told her to get up and get to work. Sara crawled to the girl and slowly began to run her face up and down the girl’s slit like she had been forced to do to Stacy. “No you stupid fucking cow, use your tongue”, Rose yelled and punctuated each word with a slap to Sara’s head. Sara reached up and pulled the now soaking panties from her mouth and worked her jaw back and forth to ease the pain. Rose grabbed her hair and pulled her face up to look at her. “Start licking or I will beat your ass bloody cunt!” she snarled. Sara moved in and began licking Rose’s cunt with the kind of enthusiasm reserved for only the truly desperate.

She noticed 2 things right away. Rose didn’t bother trimming her hair like Stacy did and also, Rosy hadn’t taken a shower after practice. Her hairy box smelled horrible and tasted even worse. But Sara didn’t dare stop. She continued licking and stopped only when she felt someone touching her ass. Rose hit the top of Sara’s head with one knuckle sticking out of her fist very hard and said, “never mind what goes on back there and lick my pussy you fucking cow”.

Sara soon realized that one of the other girls was rubbing her finger up and down the coach’s ass crack moving it in deeper with each pass. Sara then felt 2 hands grabbing her sore cheeks and squeezing them hard enough to make her cry out into Rose’s cunt. Rose’s reaction was immediate. She moaned in pleasure from the vibrations of Sara’s cry. “Damn”, Rose said, “Whatever you’re doing to her down there, keep it up. The bitch is yelling into my snatch and it feels great.” It was little Lindsey who was squeezing Sara’s ass while Kelly was trying to insert her middle finger into the coach’s rosebud.

Sara was crying harder as Lindsey mauled her asscheeks, squeezing and kneading them like balls of bread dough. Meanwhile Kelly had used some of the moisture from Sara’s cunt to get her finger slick enough to worm into the woman’s asshole. She pushed her middle finger in all the way in one swift painful motion causing Sara to scream and Rose to moan in pleasure. Lindsey, vying for a better angle swung her right leg over Sara’s back and sat her naked ass down on the coach’s bare back. She then proceeded to squeeze and pull Sara’s asscheeks apart giving Kelly better access to the older woman’s hole.

Kelly now had 2 fingers up her coach’s ass and was sawing them in and out furiously. Lindsey had taken to alternating between squeezing and slapping the mightily abused ass of the group’s new slave.

Meanwhile Stacy was slowly recovering from her powerful orgasm and was watching the show with interest. She was very proud of the depravity she was witnessing. Her stuck up pervy coach was being abused at both ends. Lindsey and Kelly were doing a number on her ass while Rose was being eaten out by the screaming, squirming old bitch.

Not wanting to be left out, Stacy straddled Sara’s back facing Rose and pressed her cunt into the back of Sara’s head. Stacy and Rose began to make out while each of them ground their pussies into opposite sides of Sara’s head. After several minutes of this, Stacy moved down slightly so as to lovingly like and tease Rose’s tits while at the same time reaching down and pinching Sara’s nipples as hard as she could. Sara screamed at once and brought Rose closer to a raging orgasm.

Sara couldn’t focus her mind on any one torment at a time. She could not decide which was worse. The pain in her ass or her tits. The girls working on her ass had been at it longer and had started with an already sore target but the viciousness of Stacy’s attack on her poor tits left Sara thinking it was a tie.

Her tits were hanging down so low that Stacy had to lift them up by the nipple on either side of Sara’s body. By using the nipples as handles Stacy was able to cause maximum pain with minimum effort. Stacy found herself really enjoying the quality time she and her teammates were having with their coach. She loved the sounds of whimpering agony emanating from the old cunt’s mouth while she submissively licked at Rose’s pussy. Stacy also loved the sounds coming from behind her. The slapping of Lindsey’s hands on Sara’s tortured ass and the squishing of Kelly’s anal assault with now 3 fingers.

It all ended so suddenly that at first Sara thought she was imagining it. Rose came with a screaming orgasm that stopped the other 3 in their tracks. As she came, Rose rammed her crotch into Sara’s face with enough force to bruise the older woman’s lips. When Sara was finally allowed to remove her face from the young girl’s crotch her lips were swollen as though she had a collagen injection. Kelly and Lindsey both quit at the same time, each one giving one of their coach’s ass cheeks a final slap. Stacy held out the longest, pinching Sara’s nipples as hard as she could for another full minute before letting go and shoving the coach down onto the cold locker room floor.

Sara howled in agony as the blood returned to her nipples. Her body was so wracked with pain that she could hardly move. She cried harder and tried to hold the part of her that hurt but found that 2 hands were simply not enough.

The four girls were standing over the new slave discussing what had just occurred and deciding who would go next. Lindsey said she wanted to get off next and Kelly said that would be ok because she wanted to hurt the woman some more. Stacy and Rose had decided to sit and watch as they were both feeling a little tired from their orgasms.

Lindsey and Kelly kicked the poor defeated woman several times to get her rolled onto her back. Once in position, Lindsey sat herself down on Sara’s face grinding her pussy onto the woman’s mouth. She wasted no time and simply ordered the old cunt to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Sara complied immediately and Lindsey began to ride her face like she were riding the mechanical bull in a cowboy bar.

Kelly waited until her friend was going at a steady pace and reached down and grabbed a handful of Sara’s pussy hair. When she was satisfied she had a good grip Kelly tried to lift the older woman off the floor by her cunt. Sara screamed and bucked like a stallion and Kelly had a difficult time staying on. Stacy and Rose broke out in laughter at the scene before them and began calling out, “Ride em cowgirl”, “Ride that bitch’s face”. Kelly kept pulling, Sara kept screaming and Lindsey kept riding.

When Lindsey came she dismounted her ride and allowed Kelly to take her place. Kelly ground her cunt into the coach’s face fiercely while Lindsey tried to outdo her friend. She took to kicking Sara in the cunt as hard as she could. Sara screamed and closed her legs right away. Stacy and Rose had other ideas though and each grabbed an ankle and spread their new toy like a wishbone. Lindsey was then able to attack her target with vigor. She lashed out with kick after kick into the woman’s cunt all the while Kelly ground into the bitch’s face harder than ever.

Sara existed in a world of absolute pain. She was howling up into Kelly’s cunt not even trying to lick any longer. Kelly was of no mind to care as she rode Sara’s face for all she was worth. Kelly was so aroused by the agonizing screams of her slave that she came faster than the other 3 girls. Her shuddering orgasm left her weak and unable to stand so she eased back and sat down firmly on Sara’s tits making herself comfortable. Looking down at the simpering coach made Kelly angry. She hated weakness in people and saw Sara as nothing but a weak sniveling little bitch who deserved to be owned. As her anger boiled up, Kelly knew what she wanted to do. She reached down with her right hand had spread her pussy open with 2 fingers.

Before anyone knew what was happening a strong stream of hot stinking piss shot from Kelly’s cunt and splattered against Sara’s face. Lindsey stopped kicking, Stacy and Rose sat staring in silence and Sara tried desperately to move her face out of the stream with no success. Kelly continued pissing into her coach’s face until the fullness left her bladder. Sara was too tired and beaten down to fight it. She just cried in utter humiliation at being used as a toilet by this beautiful young girl.

Before she knew it, Sara was being dragged by her ankles into the shower room and shoved into a corner. Each of the other 3 girls wanted a turn at pissing onto their new favorite toilet. Lindsey went first and drenched the abused coach’s face and tits. Rose ran her piss up and down the length of Sara’s body spending quite a bit of time pissing in the bitch’s hair.

Stacy wanted more however and forced the coach to open her mouth. It really didn’t take much encouragement as the poor woman could not take much more physical abuse. She submissively opened her mouth to her new owner and took her piss like a good little toilet. She swallowed when she was given the command to flush and this brought the 4 girls nothing but joy. Beaten, broken and pissed on the coach lay on the floor of the shower and cried while the 4 girls went into the other room to dress.

When they returned it was with a list of commands for their pet. Sara was told to tell no one what happened here today or the video would get out. It seems the girls had set the camera on a tripod and had filmed the whole debacle. Sara was also told this was only the beginning and that the girls would expect her to keep available day and night for more use by her owners. At this Sara cried even harder. Lastly Sara was told to mop up Kelly’s piss from the locker room floor with her tshirt before she left for home. With that last command the 4 girls left laughing and talking as if on a shopping trip at the local mall.

       An hour later Sara found the strength to crawl out to the locker room where her clothes were. Not wanting to disobey her owners she picked up her tshirt and began mopping up the young girl’s piss all the while crying and wondering what lay ahead for her in her new life.

Caught Coach

Part 2

By DionysusMas

It had only been a week Sara thought, just one week since her life had been taken from her, turned upside down and then used to beat her senseless. Seven short days since her students had caught her in the locker room sniffing Stacy’s panties and getting herself off. And those seven days had been anything but boring for her and her new owners.

True to their word the girls had made quick use of their slave. Every chance they got to abuse or humiliate the middle aged woman, they took. Every day Sara was expected to serve her new mistresses in some degrading way. She had been ordered to add the title Miss too each of the girl’s names anytime she was alone with them and also to keep herself available night and day to their urges. The girls never really left her much time to herself. One or more of them was always with her. They had taken to staying at her house on nights when Sara’s husband, John, was out of town which was quite frequent to Sara’s dismay and tonight was no exception.

Sara was on her knees again. It seemed that Sara was always on her knees these days literally and figuratively. Her knees hurt of course but nothing compared to the pain in her breasts and her back. Stacy was staying with Sara tonight and was catching up on some studying and torturing Sara at the same time. Ever the industrious young girl, Stacy had come up with a particularly devious way to torment her coach while at the same time relaxing in comfort with her feet up reading her history notes.

Stacy had stopped at the local hardware store on her way over and bought some rope and a small piece of wood. She had been browsing the BDSM websites last night and had come across a wonderful picture that had inspired her to new heights of sadism. Upon arrival at Sara’s home, Stacy ordered her slave to disrobe and follow her into the living room. Stacy slipped off her own clothes and sat her naked ass onto Sara’s favorite white chair. Stacy had then snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor between her feet. Sara was now too well trained to disobey her owner and was quick to drop to her knees.

Stacy smiled at the older woman and just for laughs slapped her hard across the face. Sara never knew when such abuse would occur and was becoming as skittish as a kitten since all four of her owners enjoyed slapping her for no reason and without provocation or warning. Stacy giggled at the shocked look on the face of her simpering little whore and reveled in the single tear that rolled down the useless cunt’s now red face. “I have a treat for you tonight, cunt.” Stacy said to her kneeling toy. “I’m going to let you look at my beautiful pussy for a couple of hours while I study. Now I know you’ll want to lick it but for now just look.” Sara tried to hide the disgust on her face. She in no way wanted to look at or lick the pussy of this hateful nasty young girl but knew she had no choice in the matter. One week ago Sara might have loved the thought of tenderly making love to the beautiful young volleyball player but after seven days of torture and abuse she now hated the very thought of even looking at Stacy.

Sara’s brief reverie was broken by the touch of her mistress’ hands on her right breast. Stacy was winding a think cord around the base of Sara’s breast so tightly that the majority of the flesh was bulging out in front of Sara and already turning a dark shade of red. Stacy was humming softly as she carefully wound the cord in a neat pattern around the bloated tit of her slave. No bondage artist or sailor would fault the girl’s rope work as she bound the older woman’s right tit and began to work on the left. The rope was kept in close to Sara’s body and only 3 or 4 revolutions encircled each breast before Stacy finished with a nice figure 8 pattern around each protruding mound of flesh. But Stacy wasn’t finished yet. She now cut a length of the rope and tied each end to the figure 8 pattern. She then took the small flat piece of wood and laid it on the hanging length of rope, the effect of which put one in mind of a perverted child’s swing hanging below two very swollen and angry colored tits.

Sara was in quite a considerable amount of pain already but knew her torture was only beginning. Stacy then moved behind the older woman and tied her wrists together and then her ankles. She tied a length of rope from the wrist restraints to the ankles efficiently locking them together. Only 2 more to go Stacy thought as she cut more rope. One length bound Sara’s elbows while the other was used on her thighs just above the knees. Sara was quite the sight now, totally immobile and bound like one of the models in the magazines Stacy and her friends loved so much. Stacy knelt down in front of her coach and smiled demurely as she lifted Sara’s soiled panties up to the woman’s mouth. “Open wide slut and I’ll give you something to suck on while I work.” Sara opened her mouth and Stacy slid the panties in crotch to tongue and filled her slave’s oral cavity with the silky garment.

Her toy now trussed up to her liking, Stacy walked out into the kitchen for a beer and some chips. When she returned she settled into the big white chair with her snack and her history notes. She lit a cigarette and blew the first puff of smoke into her coach’s face. “Now you be a good little cunt and stay quite while I study. If you move or do anything to distract me, I will beat your ass bloody.” Stacy said. With a seemingly practiced flourish Stacy lifted both legs into the air and settled her feet comfortably onto the piece of wood hanging from Sara’s tits.

The explosion of pain was immediate and unbelievable for Sara. She never thought anyone could be as cruel as her mistress. Her breasts were on fire. The added weight to the ropes caused them to cut cruelly into the flesh of Sara’s once proud breasts and pulled them straight down. This caused all the blood to be trapped in the bulging red orbs and they began to throb in time with Sara’s heartbeat.

Sara screamed once into the panty gag and was rewarded with immediate retribution from Stacy. The young girl lifted her feet and let them drop back down onto the board proving the point that she would stand no noise from her slave. It took all of Sara’s will to not pass out from the pain. She whimpered softly and bit the inside of her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to escape.

Stacy was smiling. The pain she was causing Sara was actually making her happy. Sara almost couldn’t believe such a thing was possible if she hadn’t seen the same thing in action several times over the past week. Still it shocked her to think that her agony could be the cause of such joy for the beautiful young girl.

Stacy sighed, took another hit from her smoke and settled in to the task of studying for her history exam. In no time she lost herself in her studies and forgot all about the naked, trembling woman at her feet.

Sara on the other hand could think of nothing else but herself. She was in agony. Only 5 minutes in and her tits were screaming for release. Her back was beginning to ache from the strain and her knees creaked in protest. Tears were streaming from her eyes and her nose was running but Sara dared not sniff or make any noise that might anger her mistress. Instead she knelt there on her own living room floor struggling to stay conscious and to stay upright. She was being used as a footstool in her own home by a cruel and twisted teenager and there was nothing she could do to put a stop to any of this torment.

As she suffered in silence, Sara had time to think of her predicament. If only she had put a stop to this on that fateful first day. If she had allowed the girls to follow through with their threat to expose her Sara would not be in this awful situation. True she would be unemployed, divorced, and a pariah to everyone she knew, but she would be free of this despicable girl and her 3 friends. Instead Sara had gone along thinking things were as bad as they could get. She had licked the girls to orgasm, had been abused by them physically and pissed on in the end but through it all Sara thought that first day would be the last.

Of course it had not and now instead of a story of a coach sniffing a player’s panties, there were pictures and video of many terrible events. The girls had filmed everything that first day making sure to keep their faces out of frame. They had used that video to convince Sara there was no escape. And they had recorded many other despicable acts over the next 7 days to seal the coach’s fate once and for all. It would mean prison time if Sara tried to stop things now. She was caught and would be forced to serve as the girls’ plaything for as long as they wished.

Stacy shifted her feet and the pain broke Sara’s train of thought. She was forced to feel the pain fully as long as she couldn’t escape with other thoughts. Stacy crossed her ankles and settled her feet back down causing Sara to whimper in pain. Without lowering her notebook or looking up, Stacy said, “You’ll pay for that later, cunt”. Sara was terrified at what that might mean.

Stacy finished studying after 2 grueling hours and put her notebook on the nearby end table. She stretched her arms and sighed contentedly while smiling down at her miserable slave. Sara was a mess. Her face was red from crying and streaked with tears and snot trails. Her facial excretions had been dripping onto Stacy’s feet for the past 2 hours and Sara knew she would be licking the girl’s feet clean soon enough. Sara’s tits were an ugly shade of purple and looked ready to burst. The pain in her chest and back was so bad she was using all of her strength to keep from passing out. Sara trembled uncontrollably from the pain and exhaustion.

Stacy removed her feet from the board and leaned forward to get a better look at Sara’s tits. Sara was shaking harder now and swaying from side to side. Her young mistress began poking the flesh of her breasts with her index finger and marveling at how taut the flesh was from its hours of bondage.

Stacy was grinning as she began to fondle her slave’s tits. She squeezed and tweaked them occasionally flicking a nipple with her finger all the while staring at Sara’s face watching her contort in agony with each new torture.

The older woman was moaning in pain now and praying for this cruel cat and mouse game to end. Stacy was teasing Sara’s nipples twisting them like radio knobs and laughing at the pain it caused. The girl was beginning to get excited by the pain in her coach’s eyes and the sexy way her purple tits stuck out toward her. Stacy was squeezing Sara’s tits harder now, mauling them hard enough to leave handprints in the purple flesh. Sara’s moans were becoming screams of pain now causing Stacy’s pussy to moisten even more.

Suddenly Stacy got up and went into the kitchen. She returned with a pair of scissors and quickly cut the rope binding Sara’s wrists to her ankles. She then pushed the older woman over onto her back. The pain for Sara was immediate and white hot. As blood returned to her legs and arms Sara again thought she would black out from the pain. She screamed into her panty gag and began crying like a newborn.

Stacy grinned down at her captive and straddled the crying woman’s chest. The young girl had an athletic build and was quite proud of the contrast she saw between her own lithe body and that of the blubbering older woman lying between her feet. Stacy slowly lowered herself down until her ass was hovering just above Sara’s swollen tits. The girl smiled at her coach and said, “Look at those fucking tits. They actually look kinda comfortable all ballooned out like that.” Sara’s eyes opened wide as she realized Stacy’s intention. Stacy smiled that predator’s smile at Sara again and sat down suddenly on the pitiful slave’s chest. She wiggled her bare ass around to get comfortable and finally settled in with a Cheshire grin spreading over her beautiful face.

Sara’s eyes bulged out in an almost comical way and her face took on a deep red hue as she struggled to catch her breath. The pain was the most intense of her life and she screamed into her soaked panties so strong and hard that no sound could actually make its way out. Stacy was in awe of the torment she had caused. She was intrigued by the silent scream her victim elicited as she made herself at home on the already tortured tits.

Stacy’s pussy was practically running with juices now and she began to slide her fingers through her lips quivering at the touch. Stacy looked down at her slave’s face and began to stroke herself, her middle finger sliding in to find her overly sensitive clit. While touching her clit with the tip of her finger Stacy was struck with sudden inspiration. She reluctantly removed her hand from her snatch and reached for the bookbag she had brought her homework in. As she shifted her weight, Stacy was pleased to hear the sharp outcry from her victim as more weight was added to the left tit.

Stacy reached into a side pocket on the bag and withdrew a small rubber band. She eased herself off of the older woman’s tits, and casting a most devious grin down at Sara’s right breast Stacy flicked the woman’s nipple hard and then began pulling and twisting it out of shape.  Ignoring the slave’s cries of protest, Stacy wound the rubber band around the nipple forcing it to jut out to three times its normal length.

Almost giddy with excitement, Stacy gripped Sara’s right tit in one hand and began sliding her pussy across the extended nipple forcing it into the moist slit. Stacy used one hand to steady the coach’s tit while the other hand spread her taught pussy lips open, inviting the abused nipple of her slave in to play with her engorged clit.

Stacy was humping across her pet’s breast now grinding her clit against the throbbing nipple. She was getting close to an orgasm but wanted to prolong the delicious feelings of excitement and power over her former mentor as long as possible. Soft mewling sounds escaped Stacy’s mouth as she strummed harder against the captive’s breast.

Sara was crying in pain. Everything that could hurt did. Her arms ached from being pinned under her and her legs were in pain from kneeling on them for so long before being released from under her. Her back still cried out for attention and, Christ, the pain in her tits was excruciating!

Stacy was close now. There would be no delaying the inevitable. She was grinding her clit into her slave’s nipple with savage force now grunting and panting with the exertion. The old bitch’s tit was slick now with Stacy’s juices forcing her to grip it even harder to keep from losing her new dildo. Stacy felt her face flush and her entire body began to quiver. She suddenly went stock still as a powerful orgasm exploded through her body. The young girl panted to catch her breath as she bucked her hips harder into the older woman’s tit flesh. Stacy screamed with joy over her orgasm while Sara screamed in pain. Stacy rode her orgasm out with ever decreasing shock waves. She was whimpering softly and shaking with the pure emotion that always accompanied a good cum. Stacy was very happy and laughed while she came down from her wild ride.

The young girl sat back down hard on her captive’s tits needing a moment to rest before attempting to stand. As Sara cried out in pain, Stacy reached down and slapped her face telling her to shut up and stop all that whining. Sara controlled her sobbing as best she could while watching her mistress through eyes made blurry from hours of tears. Stacy looked like a goddess sitting on her throne. She was relaxed and smiling in the most contented way. Sara was almost grateful for the view. Almost that is until she realized that her own agony was the source of Stacy’s happiness.

Stacy got up slowly from her slave’s tits and stood for a moment enjoying the view. Sara looked like a pitiful wretch and it made Stacy happy to know she was responsible for breaking the woman down like this. What a great feeling to know you’re at the top of the food chain in any situation. Stacy was a predator and Sara her prey.

Stacy reached down and removed the gag from her pet’s mouth. “You’ll be needing that tongue free for cleanup duty”, she said to the submissive little slut at her feet. Stacy decided to leave her slave’s arms and legs tied tight until after the slut’s tits were freed. The young girl knew what torment lie ahead for Sara when the blood was allowed to flow back into her bloated udders.

Stacy turned around and presented her sculpted ass to her tortured coach. She then sat herself down on the slave’s face allowing her just enough room to breathe. She didn’t give the woman time to think as she began to undo the ropes binding her now grotesquely bloated tits. Stacy worked quickly to remove the bonds as she wanted the blood to return quickly causing as much pain to her slave as possible. With practiced ease Stacy removed the last of the ropes in a flourish worthy of Broadway.

Sara’s response was immediate and violent. She screamed in agony and began thrashing around like an epileptic in mid seizure. Stacy was glad she had left the other ropes in place as Sara’s wild bucking was more intense than she imagined. Sara was screaming her torment into Stacy’s ass causing ripples of vibrations throughout the young girl’s crotch. Stacy for her part found herself getting off again from the wild ride she was experiencing on her coach’s face. She found herself having another, smaller orgasm just as Sara began to calm down.

Stacy had to laugh at the thought of how much fun tonight had been. She untied her poor slave and allowed Sara a few minutes to stretch out or painful muscles. The angry purple color was still in evidence in Sara’s tits but seemed to be easing up a bit. Stacy was getting bored waiting for her slave and also needed to use the bathroom. She ordered Sara to get up and follow her upstairs but the woman could not raise herself higher than hands and knees. Stacy kicked her once knocking the slave over onto her back again. She picked up the soaking panties that had been in Sara’s mouth and wiped her slaves face with them. Stacy then grabbed her coach’s hair and dragged her face up into her still wet pussy.

“Clean me bitch”, was all she said. An exhausted Sara began licking and sucking her mistress clean of all juices. When Stacy was satisfied she ordered Sara to clean her tears and snot off of her feet. Sara bent to the task and licked her owner’s feet clean of her mess. Stacy smiled down at her pet and said, “Alright cunt, I have to go home now but I have to piss too. I’m going to give you a choice. You can crawl your ass into the bathtub to receive my piss or you can have it here. Just remember if it’s the tub you can afford to be messy but if it’s here you’ll have to drink every drop so as not to spill on the floor.”

Sara cried quietly as she made her choice. She knew she couldn’t make it up the stairs right now so she crawled to her mistress and lifted her face up to the young girl’s crotch. Stacy laughed at the sight and squatted slightly to allow her pet access to her drink. Stacy said, “I love having you as my personal toilet you nasty fucking bitch. Nothing makes me happier than watching you humiliate yourself like this. Well, nothing but hearing you scream that is.”

Sara was beyond humiliated at this point. Using her mouth as a toilet was a favorite past time of the girls and they rarely pissed anywhere else anymore. Bracing herself for the taste, Sara sealed her mouth to Stacy’s pussy just in time as Stacy released a torrent of piss into her urinal’s mouth. Sara was disgusted by the taste and struggled like she did every time to drink the vile liquid. She gulped down mouthful after mouthful never spilling a drop. As Stacy’s flow began to slow down, Sara started to softly lick at the girl’s pussy. She had learned how to be a good toilet for each of the girls and knew that Stacy liked to be licked as she finished. Sara cleaned her owner’s pussy and gave it a kiss when she finished saying “Thank you for my wonderful drink Miss Stacy”, just as she had been taught.

Stacy sneered at her with disgust and wasted no time getting dressed. As she was leaving Stacy turned almost as an afterthought and said, “I’m staying home tomorrow night but Rose will be here to keep you company. Better get your tongue in shape; you know how much she loves having her asshole licked. Later cunt”. With that Stacy closed the door behind her and left Sara alone in a bundle of humiliation and despair. Sara cried softly as she looked around her living room. She didn’t have the strength to move so she laid her head down on the hard floor and closed her eyes. Thoughts of more torment at the hands of the 4 sadistic girls filled her head as exhaustion finally overtook her and pulled her into sleep.