Chapter 6

 

Jackie arrived at her apartment complex physically exhausted and spiritually worn out. The humiliating setbacks of the day had her so discouraged and she dreaded what the following day would bring.

She entered her apartment and turned to close the door. She saw her beautiful blonde neighbor, Melissa, coming down the hall towards her own apartment which was right next to Jackie’s. Jackie paused, one hand on the door knob.

She was torn between quickly pulling the door closed or stepping out to speak with Melissa. She wanted to avoid Melissa seeing her, especially in her wrinkled come-stained clothing, for the obvious reasons and because she was still embarrassed Melissa saw her on an apparent “date” with Little Johnson several nights ago. However, she also felt an obligation to warn Melissa. Little Johnson had jokingly told Jackie he would get a pink leather rhinestone-encrusted collar for Melissa once he’d tamed her and it would have a dog tag saying “Nice Girl” in order to match her with collared Jackie wearing “Good Girl”. At least, Jackie hoped he was only joking. What if it wasn’t a joke, wasn’t just a remark meant to disturb her? Melissa was a very pretty and smart university girl from an excellent family. Just the type of social Mount Himalaya Little Johnson would love to climb.

Jackie just felt too overdosed on embarrassment already. She pulled her door closed before the deep in thought girl saw her. If she tried to warn Melissa, how would she do it? How could she broach the subject and properly explain the danger? Especially when the girl may later see Little Johnson visiting Jackie’s residence. Jackie had to admit another session with Little Johnson was still possible at some point before this was all over. Besides, it was extremely unlikely anything would be attempted with Melissa, and, if it was, Melissa would doubtless turn him down immediately. Jackie could not envision any avenue, any alternate reality, in which Little Johnson could end up with that girl.

The wicked thought even snuck in that if he was busy using and abusing Melissa, it would provide some relief to Jackie. Jackie felt ashamed of herself for even thinking such a thing.

Jackie made dinner and then went straight to bed despite the early hour. She felt guilty for not saying something to Melissa, however unnecessary, just so the girl would keep her guard up just in case. She decided she’d listen for her to depart the apartment in the morning and say something then. It was late and she didn’t want to disturb the hard-studying university student.

***

BZZZZZZ. BZZZZZZ.

The unexpected sounding of the front door security intercom so startled Melissa that she fumbled the highlighter she held over her course work and also involuntarily opened her mouth and dropped the wet hunk of hair she habitually chewed on.

BZZZZZZ.

Melissa looked at her watch. 9:34 PM. Who would visit her at this hour without calling ahead first? Maybe her ex-boyfriend, Aaron? Maybe on an early drunk feeling sentimental about their past. That would be ironic because she’d broken off with him in large part because she didn’t approve of his partying ways. There should be fun alongside getting a degree but Melissa needed a serious and professional boyfriend and then husband. Her family was well-to-do but not quite rich. The business would need help, not a hard-drinking handicap.

BZZZZZZ.

She pressed the speaker button, “Who is it? “She continued to press the button so she could hear the response.

“Are you Jackie’s neighbor? “

For a moment Jackie was completely mystified. It disconcerted her that the voice was that of a female, a stranger, and not Aaron or anyone else she knew. She didn’t think she knew anyone named Jackie until she remembered that horrible little man who pawed at Jacqueline Thorpe in the hallway talked about a “stay in date” and called her Jackie.

“If you mean Jacqueline Thorpe, yeah, I’m her neighbor. Who are you? “

“I’m so sorry to disturb you. It is a weird deal. I don’t know, she may be in a bad situation. I just don’t know. I don’t know her. I have this video… of some things that happened. You must know her, at least better than me. If you could watch it you could tell me if we should be worried about Jackie. Or not. “

“Who are you? “

“My name is Kira. I snuck this video from my Uncle’s collection. Jackie -- Jacqueline -- is in it and I don’t understand if she stars in it willingly or against her will. She may need our help. “

“Who is your Uncle? “

“He goes by John, but really his last name is Johnson. People who know him call him Little Johnson. He’s very short. I’m all alone. I just need your help. Jackie may need your help. “

Melissa hesitated. She had her studies and didn’t want to get involved in other people’s business. But Jacqueline was sort of a friend. Had given her advice in the past on how to deal with men… though she had apparently ignored her own advice on holding out for quality and demanding respectful treatment when it came to that creepy little man Melissa saw her with the other night. He struck Melissa as a criminal type, perhaps a burglar. Maybe what she’d seen between them wasn’t what it seemed at the time. Maybe Jacqueline was in a bad situation, possibly dangerous. Melissa felt a thrill. This was getting quite interesting.

“OK. Take a right through the door, last door on the left. “She pressed the button releasing the electronic lock on the entry door. She knew this Kira would now hear the BZZZZZZ on her end of the intercom. She didn’t bother to say the number of the apartment she was in. The numbers were right next to the names. That must be how her visitor knew Melissa was Jacqueline’s neighbor.

She glanced down at her white T-shirt and pink frumpy pajama bottoms. She wasn’t dressed to receive a guest. She sighed. It was silly to be so superficial when Jacqueline might need help. Of course, she would not have let an unknown man into the apartment complex but Kira was obviously a girl so it was no big deal.

She’d let this Kira in and watch the video she had of Jacqueline. Either it would enable her to help out and make a difference or it would just be an interesting episode to share with friends. She had nothing to lose.

***

“Pay attention now. It’s starting. “

Melissa pulled her eyes guiltily from studying Kira and focused them on the television and the images beginning to play. This Kira was bossy and had been from the moment Melissa let her in her apartment.

Kira had zipped about, finding Melissa’s television, and hooking up a small camcorder to transfer the images. Kira was slim and pretty but not “cute”. She wore leather and dark, almost Gothic, make-up. Her arms and a major portion of her bosom were left uncovered by her leather vest ensemble. Instead of being tearful as her voice suggested on the intercom, her eyes were hard and her manner abrupt.

The camcorder made her nervous at first but she realized now Kira had it with for playing video, not recording video. Again, Melissa reprimanded herself for being too concerned with Kira’s appearance instead of Jacqueline’s situation. Now that Kira was in her home she was nervous but it was too late to back out. Kira was slightly shorter and much slimmer than her but obviously toned and athletic.

She felt dangerous to Melissa. She regretted letting her in and wanted to find a way to get her to leave but it was too late for that. She had already committed to watching the video and was curious what could possibly be on it regarding Jacqueline. She couldn’t turn her back on Jacqueline. Even if she could, she dreaded any sort of confrontation with this weird tough girl. Better to just go along.

When the set up was ready Melissa stopped shifting nervously from one stocking foot to the next and sat a little to the side in a high-sided leather chair, a gift from her Mother’s equally financially fortunate friend, a perpetually single woman who liked to think of Melissa as her niece since her and Mom were like sisters. The big chair made Melissa feel protected. Right up until Kira insistently pulled her out of it and guided her to a wide open love seat directly in front of the television. Kira insisted the move was for the improved view of the upcoming video. It also left Melissa’s sides open and that made her feel more vulnerable.

That feeling was accurate and was the real reason Kira moved her.

Still standing behind her, Kira rested her hands on Melissa’s shoulders. ‘Watch careful. You know this Jackie and I don’t. You know how she acts. My Uncle… can be dangerous possibly. I need you to tell me if they are playing around and she is willing or if she needs help. My Uncle… has sexual preoccupations. It could be she is a willing participant. You tell me. “

Kira’s fingers dug into Melissa’s shoulders with wiry power. It hurt and made Melissa angry but she said nothing, concentrating on the video. She could sense any resistance on her part would result in Kira becoming confrontational so she decided to put up with the contact. See the video, kick her out. Melissa wondered at Kira’s true purpose. She didn’t seem the type to be concerned for the welfare of a stranger to her such as Jacqueline. This girl was probably just trying to get something on her Uncle to use against him for her own reasons.

The video played. Melissa saw a view of Jacqueline’s sofa in her living room. Despite what Kira had hinted at Melissa was shocked to see a nearly nude Jacqueline bent over the arm rest of the sofa. Her panty clad ass was arched high and for some reason the skin was bright red as if she had a rash or as if someone had spanked her severely. Jacqueline wore a scandalous bra that revealed her nipples and the nipples were actively tugged by Jacqueline herself. Melissa observed an attractive mature redhead sitting on the sofa and that ugly Little Johnson looming behind Jacqueline’s rear. The first words Jacqueline heard came from Little Johnson telling Jacqueline to “Hold still” and then pulled her obviously wet panties down.

Melissa was amazed Jacqueline did not physically resist or at least verbally protest. Her neighbor looked quite aroused. She sounded quite aroused too as she kept moaning. What on Earth in that situation could be turning her on? Whatever it was, obviously she must be willing. Then Melissa saw she was wearing handcuffs. Still, that couldn’t explain her total lack of resistance… or her arousal.

Melissa was disconcerted that such dark happenings occurred next door to her, just feet away, without her knowing about it until now.

Melissa’s shock increased as she saw the horrid little man shove a butt plug deep and complete into her neighbor’s rear. This was crazy! How could she put up with that? Why would she?

“What do you think, Melissa, is she a willing participant? “

Melissa frowned cutely and fidgeted but Kira’s talon grip kept her in place. Melissa just could not be sure. If Jacqueline was forced or threatened she wouldn’t be all aroused like that, would she? On the other hand, there was Little Johnson spanking her viciously. She was handcuffed… but everyone knew handcuffs were used playfully probably more often than in seriousness. Jacqueline always acted calm and cool and dressed conservatively. Professional. Those panties and nipple-revealing bra sure didn’t seem like Jacqueline. On the other hand, she must have intentionally put them on herself.

“Well? “

“Oww! “Kira’s fingers were sunk deep into the tender flesh between her clavicles and her neck. “Hold you horses! Let go of me, too! “

Kira relaxed her grip and the pain receded. She didn’t let go though.

“This is important, Melissa. Your neighbor could be in danger. Keep watching the video if you’re not sure. “

Melissa refocused on the video still playing. Jacqueline might need help and she had to figure it out. Better that than arguing with her visitor. It was weird to spy on her neighbor by watching her on television and it also felt odd to allow this stranger to touch her.

As she directed her gaze back on the video she felt the young woman’s hands massaging the area she’d hurt. Massaging it a little too firmly like rolling dough. Was her visitor really concerned about Jacqueline or was she thinking about making some kind of lesbian pass? If she was, she was stupid. Melissa was no lesbo!

Right now she would watch horny abused neighbor Jacqueline on video and she would worry about a lesbian pass if it happened. She’d cross that bridge when she came to it. Or, rather, she would not cross it!

Melissa watched Jacqueline’s body, the indications of arousal, her moans, her movements lacking all resistance. Maybe she was willing. Maybe the cuffs and spanks were just game-playing, adding spice to sex. Or, if she was being forced, she had just lost all control over her body.

A cynical part of the inexperienced Melissa wondered what was the difference between willing and unwilling. If Jacqueline was getting that much enjoyment out of it, what did it matter either way? Would the ends justify the means? No, of course not, what a shameful thought. Melissa mentally shook herself.

Watching Jacqueline’s videotaped mistreatment and aroused reactions made her shudder with kindred feelings. The thought of strangers, wicked people, having their way, making her do things she would never do of her own free will, made her tremble with trepidation and anticipation.

Unknown to Melissa, massaging her neck and leaning over her, Kira felts the trembles and grinned in triumph and delight. Everything was going so well with Kira’s plan. This girl was a perfect score!

Melissa was getting an education from the clandestine video. She knew it was shot on the sneak because Jacqueline never looked at it. Besides, common sense told her no one would purposely allow themselves to be videotaped in that situation, especially not young professional Jacqueline. Melissa was learning more than that! She watched Jacqueline orgasm loudly as Little Johnson spanked her butt-plug filled ass. She’d had no idea reserved Jacqueline was hiding so much passion. She was jealous -- of that degree of passion, not the treatment she was suffering. She had never climaxed so hard herself and doubted she could or ever would. She’d never realized a woman could orgasm at all from a butt plug, spanks, and her own fingers yanking at her nipples. Melissa would have sworn it was impossible!

Watching that Little Johnson -- with his overly hairy lumpy back -- tug and pull Jacqueline to her knees and in between the knees of the nude redhead fascinated Melissa. Jacqueline wasn’t really going to lick her, was she? Who would do such a thing? Lesbians, obviously, but never in a million years could Melissa have pictured Jacqueline doing so. Now she didn’t have to picture it. It was right there on her television.

Melissa watched Jacqueline fight a battle to prevent herself from going down on the redhead. Jacqueline resisted Little Johnson’s pushy hand and the redhead’s lascivious words but it was obvious she wasn’t resisting with all her power. Damn! Was Jacqueline being forced or was she just pretending? Did she need help or not?

Melissa watched Jacqueline lose her outward battle and, apparently, her inner battle as well as her face closed with the pussy and her mouth ate up that big wet pussy. Jacqueline really was going down on that woman. It was gross… but sort of hot in a forbidden way.

Melissa couldn’t see the tongue and mouth working the pussy lips because Jacqueline’s head blocked the view but she could hear the slippery licks, the redhead’s triumphant moans, and Little Johnson oddly calling Jacqueline “Fishy”. Weird! She could feel damp arousal in her own pussy but she wasn’t sure if it was mimicking what Jacqueline felt as she was forced to perform or what the redhead felt as she imagined the enjoyment Jacqueline’s hard-working mouth caused. When Melissa -- just momentarily -- mentally placed herself in each role her lust rocketed each time.

She swore she could actually smell pussy. It must be her imagination! As she kept her eyes glued to the intimate acts on the video she inhaled deeply. She could smell pussy! Self-conscious, she glanced down at her crotch. She was wet down there but it didn’t look like she’d soaked through yet. That only left. . . Melissa realized Kira’s hands were no longer on her neck and shoulders.

As Melissa was drawn into the video Kira had realized it was no longer necessary to physically keep her in place. She’d quietly slipped off her shoes and leather pants. She didn’t wear panties usually so there hadn’t been anything to soak up her juices. It was such a turn on seducing a nice gullible university girl. Her juices were spilling! As soon as possible she needed to get this girl licking up all those juices or she was going to leave a puddle in this apartment. Not that she gave a shit about this girl’s apartment. No, she just had a mission. A delightfully twisted mission! Wayne Jones was brilliant! He was Kira’s hero and, for him, she was willing to be a villainess.

Once her pants were off she’d maneuvered her steaming pussy just inches behind Melissa’s delicate neck. She let her pussy fumes do a little work for her in the seduction of the helpfully concerned girl. Kira was a big believer in the magic of pheromones. She let the girl inhale a healthy dose of them while she got turned on watching the illicit video.

Pheromones are odorless but wet pussy wasn’t. Kira saw her prospective victim look down at her own crotch then crane her neck around to see what Kira was up to. Kira braced herself and then went into action. She mustn’t fail Master Jones!

When Melissa turned to look over her shoulder her face confronted a hot pussy barely a foot away. It was wet andruddy with engorged blood, topped by a trimmed bush of red pubic hair with a tattoo of a blazing plume of fire sweeping up and to the left. Kira’s left.

Kira wasn’t sure -- and didn’t care -- if Melissa’s face looked so shocked due to the sight of the pussy or the sight of the tattoo crowning it.

“What the fuck! “

“You have to admit, that video is hot. “

Melissa leaned back from the pungent pussy, “Yeah, well, you have to admit a guest taking off her pants in her host’s home is rude. “

“Not always! “

“It is if the guest doesn’t have permission. “

Kira stepped around the love seat and flopped down on one end, legs akimbo, hand petting her mound, “I don’t seek permission. Not from the likes of you. I give permission or revoke permission. Or I give orders when needed. “

Melissa looked steadily down at Kira’s pussy and the fingers glistening with juice as they slid up and down dividing the soft wet folds again and again. She swallowed heavily, audibly. It ought to look gross but she was fascinated. It was like watching a blazing dangerous wildfire approach and surround her. Dangerous but beautiful. Too beautiful to look away and run no matter how dangerous.

When Melissa finally spoke her lips felt wooden, unready to speak, ‘You need to leave. “It was as if her lips would rather be doing something other than speaking.
One side of Kira’s mouth tilted up in her patented vicious half-smile. All four fingers were slicking rapidly up and down her red and bothered slit. She brushed wetness up into her red bush. Like gasoline into a fire it only made the autumn maple leaf color blaze brighter.

When a finger pad focused attention on her hard clitoris it actually made Melissa gasp as if that finger was working her own clitoris. Melissa thought she wanted to take her eyes off the sight but just kept not doing what she wanted. She thought it must be the daring tattoo that was keeping her eyes locked. The more she watched the hotter her own pussy became. How long could she bare to watch before her escalating arousal caused her to take action with her own body… or with this strangers?

This Kira was a bit of a mind reader, “Go ahead. Why not take a closer look? A lot closer…. “

Melissa’s sense of decorum was repelled by Kira’s arrogant assumptive sexuality. None of this was right. None of this was fair.

“I just want to help my neighbor. If she needs help. If you want a sexual encounter you should take your burning cunt to some lesbo bar. “

“You’re looking at my “burning cunt” like you think your tongue is just the little wiggly hose to put out the fire. “

“Get dressed and get the hell out of my home! “Melissa was amazed at her level of anger. She was shaking with sudden fury, pulsing with adrenalin. Dimly, she realized the rage wasn’t due to Kira’s actions but was because of her own reactions.

Kira sat up and leaned her face towards Melissa’s, “I’ll leave when I’m ready and not before then. You want to help your neighbor, Fishy, if she needs help. So, tell me, does she? “

Kira used both hands to grab Melissa’s face and turn it towards the television. Melissa felt the fingers of one hand warm and slimy with pussy juice sliding on her cheek. Felt and smelled those hot digits. She was appalled but her arousal cranked higher. It was confusing. She’d think about it later. For the time being her focus returned to the mystery of Jacqueline’s circumstances.

Video Jacqueline had been going down on the older redhead with greater and greater vigor while Kira and Melissa conversed. The lush woman was uncontrollably aroused. She was thrusting her pussy against Jacqueline’s diligently working mouth, violently, almost slapping it. Melissa marveled that Jacqueline kept at it especially since Little Johnson wasn’t holding her head in place, wasn’t even in view any longer.

That’s it then. Jacqueline must be willing. No one was forcing her at that point and she was clearly turned on.

For a moment, Melissa’s imagination got the best of her and she envisioned interacting with Jacqueline. Maybe Jacqueline inviting her over for dinner. Wining and dining her. Making a pass at her. Maybe wanting to do for Melissa what she was doing for the big-breasted redhead. Or maybe she would want Melissa to do for her what she was doing on the video. Reverse Jacqueline’s own role. Weirdly, that seemed more appropriate to Melissa. She couldn’t picture herself dominating her pretty, obviously more experienced, neighbor. Or anyone for that matter. It would be more natural for her to be the one used and abused.

Melissa shuddered with aroused dread. She was getting ahead of herself. She needed to reject the lesbian advances of this Kira first and would worry about a sexual come on from Jacqueline in the unlikely event such a thing ever happened. One thing at a time.

She saw Little Johnson come back into view with a wood paddle and begin striking Jacqueline’s vulnerable ass. Despite what must have been great pain Melissa noted Jacqueline held her ass steady under the onslaught and kept her mouth working at the pussy. Melissa was impressed. She wondered if she could do the same in those circumstances.

Melissa tried ineffectually to shake her tightly gripped face free of Kira’s hands, “All right, already. She must be willing. She doesn’t look like she needs help. “

“So, she likes it, huh? Yeah, I guess it’s pretty obvious. So, what do you think of your goody neighbor now? “

Melissa tried to buck her head out of Kira’s grip yet again. This Kira was a mean bitch! She didn’t like her, didn’t like her tone, didn’t like her lack of respect for personal space. She just wanted to get rid of her and find a way to smother the fire in her own sexual center. She found her mind, even now, darting, suddenly picturing herself alone at last plugging fingers from both hands up her vagina. She could more than picture it, she could almost feel it as her pussy walls convulsed to grip imaginary fingers.

Kira spoke intently, sensual lips close to Melissa’s ear, “Your neighbor wants it. How would you characterize her? Tell me what you think of her knowing what you now know. “

Melissa felt the only way to get rid of this bitch was to appease her through cooperation. Maybe she could say something disparaging about Jacqueline without actually insulting the aggressive girl, that would make it clear to bitchy Kira that Melissa was not like them, “I guess… I think she must be some kind of sicko… a slut. “

“Is she a slut because of what she is doing or because she seems to like it so much? “

Melissa sensed some kind of trap here. Kira’s eyes were a little too alert and attentive like she was a cat twitching her tail, just about to pounce. It was hard to think though. Melissa’s pussy felt amazingly insistent and she was sure Kira’s fingers digging into the side of her face were going to leave permanent prints. She needed to blurt something just to get on with this, be done with Kira, get her out the door. There was no time to be thinking it all out.

“Because she likes it. “

“Likes what? “

“Getting paddled. Being handcuffed. “

“Is that all she likes? “

“Getting spanked… and… going down on that woman. “

“Are you calling me a sick slut? “

“No! I was talking about Jacqueline, my neighbor. “

“What if I like those same things? Are you saying that makes me a sick slut? “

“Do you like those things? “Melissa sort of wanted to call this mean girl a sick slut but she didn’t dare under the circumstances. It was really outrageous and unnerving to have this girl physically and verbally pushing her around. It was so strange that her pussy just kept buzzing with sensation despite the belittling treatment.

Kira’s grin was cocky, “I thought you’d never ask. Let’s find out. “

She pushed Melissa’s face away. As Melissa worked her jaw to loosen it, she saw Kira pull handcuffs out of her purse. Melissa backed against her end of the love seat in a near panic. No way!

“No, stupid, for me. “Melissa was relieved to see her lock the handcuffs on her own wrists, clicking them shut firm and tight in front of her. She was safe, the odd girl had handcuffed herself.

She didn’t feel as safe when Kira reached down with both handcuffed hands and used them to grab Melissa’s ankle, twisting it to force compliance as she pulled it up, and positioned her leg high onto the back of the loveseat effectively spreading her pajama-clad legs lewdly wide.

“Hey! “

“I need to get the full effect. Let’s find out if I’m a “sick slut” too. “

Startled into dangerously frozen immobility, Melissa felt like a wild rabbit trembling as a coyote’s teeth calmly closed down on it. Kira put her cuffed hands on the couch between them and leaned forward levering her elbows outward to jab at the soft insides of Melissa’s thighs using them to lock the legs wide apart. She arched her neck to leer up at the shock-opened mouth of Melissa. Then she gave her twisted smile and jammed her face into the wet crotch of Melissa’s pajama bottoms. She twisted and rolled her face, her muscular lips searching for those puffed up pussy lips.

Melissa didn’t know what to do. She was just so surprised. Shocked. The girl was working her face all over Melissa’s pussy juice dampened bottoms. It was just unreal! The couch backrest prevented her from backing away. Those bony elbows kept her legs apart, left her pussy wide open vulnerable, its only protection the soft wet thin material of the pajamas. Closing her legs proved impossible. Those elbows were too painful. In fact, even as Kira worked her mouth industriously and effectively on her pussy, the pain in her thighs was so great -- that must be the reason -- that she spread her legs even wider. As she did the elbows spread wider and followed and there was no respite from the pain. Or that pleasurable mouth.

This was getting painful and was both physically and socially awkward for Melissa. Embarrassing too, especially the betraying wetness in her sex. This was crazy. That pretty face rolling all over. Those sexy lips tugging at her pussy lips through the material. In hindsight she should have worn panties. They would have been one more layer of defense. But how could she have expected this sort of attack in the privacy of her own home?

She thought she should just thrust her hips with all her power. She knew it would throw that insistent face out of her crotch but she didn’t want to risk hurting Kira. Besides… if she did that the tremendous forbidden pleasure would come to an end…. No, that was the wrong way to think! She tried jiggling her pelvis. Maybe Kira would get the message. Nope. Hell, she probably took it as a sign Melissa liked it. How mortifying! That face, that mouth, those lips, and even the nibbling teeth stayed working away.

Melissa gasped and released a long low groan of all kinds of frustration.

She was having a hard time keeping track of what she wanted or should be doing. Kira’s licking tongue was now actually flipping up and down across the length of Melissa’s slit through the saliva and juice soaked thin flannel. The shifting material actually assisted Kira in her intent to arouse Melissa into a state of blind cooperation with her own downfall. Every time her tongue or teeth pulled at it the material pulled and moved in other locations, spreading sensation, especially on the university girl’s clitoris.

“Oh, oh no, ohm. Ugh! Mmm, ohhhh. “Melissa put both hands on Kira’s head. Why hadn’t she thought of this before? It was a miracle she could think at all at the moment. She felt desperate. She’d use her own hands to escape Kira’s clutches. To escape her tongue. Escape those nibbling lips. Escape from all that nasty wrong pleasure. Melissa took her time, her fingers carefully, oh so patiently, curling through strands of Kira’s hair. She’d get a good grip. A real good grip….

Kira felt those creeping fingers. She didn’t want to have any hair pulled out and she didn’t want to be denied her goal. The girl’s wet pussy was perfectly outlined by the hugging wet flannel pajamas adhering to it. Kira moved her mouth to the top of Melissa’s slit, located her clitoris, and used her teeth to apply a gentle vise grip on it. Melissa realized she couldn’t afford to force Kira’s face away while her teeth were clamping down her precious clitoris. Simultaneously, she felt ecstatic sensations that were totally out of control.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH! “Melissa practically wailed and her body went stiff. She orgasmed. Whether it was the circumstances or the position with her legs spread so wide it was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever known. “Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh! “

Kira almost stopped and smiled. The orgasming girl sounded like someone about to sneeze! Kira kept her mouth working trying to draw out the orgasm. When it began to die down and Melissa was less noisy Kira knew to go ahead and bite down on the clitty, delivering a powerful does of pain. As she knew it would the bite either reignited the orgasm, extending it, or threw Melissa into a second orgasm. It was difficult to tell which was true and it didn’t really matter. Kira liked how well things were going and she enjoyed Melissa’s yelps of pain/pleasure.

Kira adjusted her bites and sucks like a control until she had Melissa making those cute little I’m-about-to-sneeze sounds. Adorable!

Melissa’s fingers tightened and actually pushed Kira’s face into her seething wetness. It was not at all comfortable and a bit suffocating but Kira didn’t really mind. She was glorying in her triumph. She was not nearly done but the first step was always the one most in doubt. She knew Master Jones would be proud of her so far.

Melissa was helplessly weak after the orgasms. There was no resistance as Kira went back to work and got her moaning passionately again. Once she again had her near the tipping point to orgasm she backed off. Dazed and disappointed Melissa squinted at Kira’s wet face. Kira sat back with her cuffed hands in her lap. She was turned on but her own satisfaction had to wait. She had the girl on the ropes and needed to keep up the assault. Nonstop pleasure wasn’t enough. She needed to make Melissa cooperate to truly continue with breaking her in. Make her guilty of aiding and abetting her own seduction.

“Strip, then resume that position. “

Melissa’s eyes widened wildly for a second. The pleasure would only be received if she did as the strange girl instructed. She had already crossed the line. There was no reason not to do as she was told. She stood and stripped, the wet flannel clinging momentarily to her pussy before being pulled free of her wet folds.

She got her bottoms off and hesitated, feeling ridiculous standing in bobbie socks and tight T-shirt.

“Hurry up, bitch! “Kira’s nasty tone left no room for delay.

Melissa pulled the T-shirt over her head and dropped it, then unsnapped and tossed away her bra. She felt self-conscious. She had good breasts, far fuller than Kira’s, but she still felt like Kira might judge her as somehow inadequate. It was foolish to worry about Kira’s opinion when she half wanted to kick the girl out of her apartment.

She leaned over to get to her bobbie socks but Kira had other ideas, “Forget about them. Leave them on, Stupid. I’m tired of waiting. “

Melissa rushed to get back into position on the loveseat distantly wondering at the entire scenario. Why was this slimmer, smaller guest -- who was handcuffed, no less -- ordering her about and why was she obeying so readily?

Kira leaned her crocodile grin forward, staring hungrily at Melissa’s breasts. Two hands connected by cuffs reached up to encompass and grip Melissa’s right breast, pulling at it roughly, experimentally.

“Oh! “

“Nice tits. Prominent nipples, too. I know someone who would plan great things for those nipples. Those lines from your bra are not attractive though. “

Kira leaned forward, her hands parting to make room for her seeking mouth. She licked at Melissa’s nipple then sucked the top cone of her breast into her mouth. Melissa just lay there and let it happen. She felt like she was no longer in charge of herself, her body, or her fate. Everything was up to this strange stranger named Kira now. When she closed her eyes flashback images of Jacqueline’s handling and whorish behavior played in her mind’s eye as her physical pleasure ratcheted upward again.

Kira switched to her left breast, her hands squeezing it painfully, breast flesh bulging up to meet the clamping teeth. Melissa moaned in troubled sensation but her hands made no move to interfere. A solid minute of pleasurable abuse and passionate groans ensued. Kira’s hands released the breast and darted to her crotch, the fingers pulling painfully at her gleaming yellow pubic hair.

“No.  Don’t! “

“You talk too much. “Kira moved her face up to deliver a vicious kiss that suffocated further protest. If she wanted to tug some pubic hair, she would. Hell, she’d pull it out if she wanted. Who was this bitch Melissa to tell her what to do? Kira already had a Master and his name was Wayne Jones.

Just to prove her own point to herself Kira did rip several pubic hairs out at once while chewing on Melissa’s puffy lower lip. Melissa yelped and arched her back. Kira could feel Melissa’s saliva slick hard nipples poking at her own still clothed chest. Those nipples told the real story. They weren’t protesting anything other than inattention to themselves.

Kira dipped her fingers in Melissa’s pussy, getting several of them thickly wet. Then she moved them lower still to search out Melissa’s tender little anus. Melissa’s reaction to the pending anal finger penetration was immediate and violent. Like a drunk scared sober.

“What! No! Stop! Fucking stop! “

Kira’s fingers were tickling around the crinkled edge of Melissa’s asshole but Kira looked warily up at Melissa’s face. The girl was really freaking out. She probably would use force to stop Kira if Kira continued. With her hands cuffed she would not stand a chance against a determined right-minded Melissa. All the valuable progress would be lost.

Kira knew, though, that she could use Melissa’s own momentum of resistance against her. Another valuable lesson that Kira learned at the knees of Master Jones.

“You don’t want Kira to finger-fuck your ass? “

Melissa took a moment to answer, looking like she was thinking wildly this was some kind of trick question. Of course, it was.

“No, I don’t. Don’t do that. Please. “

“You have to ask me nice. Ask me proper. “

“Uh, OK, please don’t. “

“Bitch!  I said proper. Call me ‘Mistress’. “

“Well. . . “

Kira poked her finger on the center of Melissa’s asshole.

“Mistress! Please, Mistress, don’t do that, Mistress! Please stop, Mistress! “

Kira pulled her finger away, satisfied for the moment. That asshole could wait. Just a little while, “All right, Slave Melissa. I’ll leave your asshole alone for now. But only if you do something for me. “

“Thank you. “Melissa was so relieved she actually felt grateful for Kira’s ‘mercy’.

Kira reached up and tweaked a nipple. Hard.

“Don’t forget your manners, Slave Melissa. When you speak to me forever more you must call me Mistress. I am your Mistress, right? “

Melissa had no choice. It felt like she would be making some kind of real commitment, like putting on a mental engagement ring. It was a silly feeling but very real. She didn’t want to give in and give Mistress Kira what she demanded. She didn’t feel like she had a choice though. She couldn’t tolerate the idea of Mistress Kira shoving a finger up her ass. Besides, it felt wrong to resist the will of Mistress Kira and felt right to submit to her demands.

“Yes, Mistress Kira, you are my Mistress. I’ll do whatever you want, Mistress. “

Melissa heard her own voice as subdued and very convincing. It was even convincing herself!

“Here is what you need to do, Slave Melissa. Take the handcuffs off me. The key is on my necklace. “

Kira kept the key on her necklace and she had allowed her hands to be handcuffed in front of her so that, really, she did have control over her own freedom the entire time.  

Melissa’s shaky fingers drew the necklace up over Kira’s head and she unlocked the handcuffs. It didn’t really faze her that she would be more vulnerable to the predatory Kira now. She already felt infinitely vulnerable.

Kira tossed the open handcuffs onto Melissa’s wet crotch. She grunted and Kira told her, “Shut up. “Then she jerked the necklace with the handcuff key out of Melissa’s hand and slung it back around her neck.

“Now, Slave, put those handcuffs on. Time to find out if you, too, are a ‘Sick Slut’. “

Melissa was loath to do it despite the spike of lust the concept drove through her. Even more helpless? She better not. Mistress Kira seemed a bit dangerous to her. She didn’t really know Mistress Kira. Had only met her about twenty-two minutes ago.

Melissa looked from the handcuffs, one open cuff glistening from wet pussy juice, up to Kira’s face, ready to issue a polite pass, a very polite pass, on the suggestion. One look into Mistress Kira’s dark determined eyes told her no refusal would be tolerated. It was not an option. Mistress Kira had not made a suggestion. It was an order.

Melissa was new to all this but she knew it was her job to follow orders.

She watched her hands click one cuff tightly shut on one delicate wrist and then she watched as the cuffed hand traded roles and moved to cuff the other wrist.

“No, Bitch Slave! Behind your back! “

Melissa was startled by the harsh voice and stressed at the prospect of having both hands cuffed uselessly behind her. Even more helpless! Mistress Kira would be able to do anything she wanted to her. As alarming as that prospect was it did make Melissa hot.

She needed… something. A slave like her really couldn’t resist the will of a clever Mistress like Mistress Kira anyway. She clicked the other cuff closed behind her back. There. She had served herself up on a silver platter.

Kira laughed in wicked delight. There would be no straying now from the path Kira had placed Melissa on. Really, the path Little Johnson had planned. In other words, the path that Master Jones plotted.

“I need to come up with a name for you, Slave. You are no longer Melissa. Melissa is dead now. For the time being, Slave will have to do. Now, get down on the floor on your knees with your face on the floor. Stick that ass up and spread those legs, Slave. Never hide your pussy from me because it isn’t your pussy any more, it’s my pussy. Don’t hide what is mine. “

By time Kira finished speaking Slave was already down on her knees assuming the demanded position.

“Don’t you dare move, Slave. No matter what! Do you understand? “

“Yes, Mistress. “

Kira moved behind her and a moment later the spanks began. Slave was pretty innocent but even she had half expected this so she was able to hold her position through the impacts and pain and waves of mixed emotions. Was she really this much of a sick slut? Just like Jacqueline?

The pain did not decrease her arousal. Surprisingly, it actually increased. The spanks stopped and then Mistress Kira played with her wet pussy for a couple minutes. Slave really got worked up, moaning and whining in heat. Her hard nipples etched on the cool wood paneled floor as her gasps made them slide.

The pleasing fingers abandoned her pussy.

“I’m looking at your little asshole, Slave. I can see it perfect with your legs spread and your slutty red ass up in the air. Your asshole looks lonely. “

Slave froze in dread. She felt confident fingers crawling like spiders across the flaming terrain of her ass. They were making their way to her asshole! She was worried Mistress Kira had forgotten her promise to leave her asshole alone. She better remind her.

“Um, Mistress Kira, you said you’d leave my… asshole… alone. “

Slave jerked from the vicious spank her helpfulness brought on. Then the spiders returned to her rear, two fingers tracing round and round the crinkled circle of her anus.

“Stupid, Slave! Shut the fuck up! I know what I said. I don’t lie. At least, not to slut slaves. Why bother? “

Shockingly, Slave felt one thin finger insistently poking at her anus and then pushing inside. Hadn’t Mistress Kira just said she was going to keep her promise? What the hell?

“Stupid Slave, I told you I’d leave your asshole alone “for now”. And I did. But that was then and this is now. “

Slave’s eyes, just inches from the wood floor of her own nice apartment, bugged out as the finger thrust deep in her ass, all the way up to her knuckle.

“Ahhhhhhh. “

Kira sawed that finger in and out rapidly, authoritatively. Despite the discomfort, Slave stayed compliantly in position. Even when the first finger was joined by a second, slightly larger, finger. Those two fingers plunging in and out really did a number on her. They hurt but they felt weirdly good, too. Above her Melissa Kira laughed gleefully. Slave realized this outrage was delighting both of them in different ways.

Mistress Kira had her rotate 90 degrees, the floor hurting her bare knees, so that Kira could sit comfortably on the loveseat with Melissa’s vulnerable ass facing her. She thrust her doubled fingers back and forth for a long while, maintaining the harsh steady repetition, and Slave began to feel she might actually come that way.

Mistress Kira realized she had her at a point where she could force Melissa to take more responsibility for her own pleasure. Just a little. It would be amusing.

“I’m going to hold my fingers still, Slave. I shouldn’t have to work so hard just to make the likes of you happy. You work that asshole on my fingers and don’t stop until you orgasm. “

“Yes, Mistress. “Slave was shocked. Her gasping lips had answered without her conscious permission. Her ass was also thrusting itself onto those rigid fingers. The harsh scraping of the long fingernails did not deter her ass. The harsh sensations just spurred her on. Suddenly she felt like harsh treatment, any harsh treatment, would only serve to increase her arousal.

Slave worked her pained ass faithfully on those demanding fingers. Her grunts of effort and lust mixed with the rain of verbal abuse Mistress Kira unleashed on her and somehow it all dissolved together into an impossibly erotic situational aphrodisiac.

Her thighs were slick with pussy juice and more ran down when she finally came. Her groan was deep and haunting as she jiggled her ass on those fingers and slapped her face back and forth on the wood floor her blonde hair swirling her saliva like a mop. Mistress Kira laughed in triumphant delight and used her other hand to deliver a few choice spanks to that choice toned rear.

Eventually Slave calmed. Despite her weariness she held her awkward pained position. Mistress Kira had not yet given her permission to do otherwise. Slave felt a new sun dawning over her dark ocean of submission. A new guiding star up close and personal. She would do whatever Mistress Kira ordered no matter what. She would also take no action unless Mistress Kira permitted it.

“Stay right there, Slave. “

She heard Mistress Kira get up and walk into another room of Melissa’s apartment. The bedroom actually. She heard Mistress Kira on her cell phone but couldn’t make out the words. The thought moved like molasses in Slave’s dazed brain that obviously Mistress Kira must not want her to hear her words as evidenced by her stepping into another room instead of just talking on the cell phone over her wet naked tired body. When Slave figured that out she tried not to overhear the indistinct words, even humming just to make extra sure she would not defy Mistress Kira’s will.

Eventually Mistress Kira came back into the living room but then surprised Slave when she went over to the front door and buzzed someone into the building. Surely she wasn’t going to let anyone else into the apartment? Without Melissa’s permission? With Slave’s ass wagging tiredly and pussy air drying?

Slave waited for Mistress Kira to reassure her no one else was coming in. Waiting at least for permission to get up and cover herself. She waited and waited, deeply distressed. She waited until it was too late.

She heard Mistress Kira open the front door and heard multiple footsteps. She was letting in more that one person! My God!

“The bitch is over by the loveseat there. Just wait until you see the sick slut! “

Mistress Kira was actually laughing at her predicament. She was such a cruel Mistress.

Slave urgently wanted to know who the new guests were in Melissa’s apartment. Illogically, she dreaded it might be her own parents.

She heard them walk into the room, heard the steps come closer until two pairs of feet were just inches from her face. Mistress Kira, mercifully knowing she must be burning with curiosity, gave her permission to look up.

“Slave, you may look at my guests. Be sure to greet them properly. “

She looked up clumsily with her hands cuffed behind her and the guests so near.

It was a man and a woman but it wasn’t her parents. It was much worse than that. It was that redheaded mega-slut Monica and the loathsome half-Dwarf Little Johnson. Oh no!

They were looking at her like she was a new bike they wanted to ride. That wasn’t far from the truth.

Hell no. She was determined these creeps weren’t going to touch her. The independent and defiant thought was welcome and refreshing. She was sorely used, vulnerably naked, and embarrassingly positioned but now she had a sense of purpose. Through her outrage and fear, Melissa had found herself again.

“Shit no. Get out of my place! “

She began to rise but Kira shoved her hard from behind and she ran into someone’s shin before her face returned to the floor.

Kira wasn’t pleased.  ”Stupid cunt! That is no way to greet your superiors. “

Little Johnson and the redhead laughed but Melissa couldn’t know for sure if they were laughing at Kira’s undermined authority or at Melissa flailing on the floor. She kept trying to rise and Kira kept shoving her back down harder and harder. The floor was well polished and slick in places from sweat and pussy juice so it was impossible for Melissa to gain traction or balance before being pushed back in place again and again. Melissa was getting angrier to the point of rage and real scared as well but otherwise wasn’t getting anywhere.

“Slave, you’re not going anywhere until you greet them properly. “

Melissa hated this Melissa and she was scared of the twisted Little Johnson and his redheaded sidekick. She had to admit, though, apparently she wasn’t going anywhere until she greeted them ‘properly”. She’d have to play along in order to get these mad people out of her house.

She stopped trying to stand and looked up with a comprised meek expression on her face, “Welcome to my home. Could I get you something to drink? “

Everyone but Melissa laughed uproariously. Little Johnson was acting like this was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. Melissa flushed. Somehow their laughter felt even worse than when Kira kept shoving her down.

Kira, still resentful at Melissa’s lack of total obedience, was first to recover from the burst of laughter, “No, Slave Bitch, you won’t be serving drinks to my guests. Those cuffs belong on you and won’t be coming off any time soon. Not until you’re fully trained so it may be a few weeks. No, we’ll just have to suffer and help ourselves when we’re thirsty. You still haven’t greeted them proper. “

“But… how? “

Mistress Kira glared at her and tapped one foot.

“Ahh, I mean, um, Mistress, how do I greet them properly? “

Melissa saw Little Johnson and the redhead smile and nod proudly to Kira. It frustrated Melissa that they took such satisfaction in her belittling herself by using the term Mistress and that Kira was getting so much credit at her own expense. Mistress Kira.

“They’ve come all this way, all the way across town, to see me. It’s dirty and slushy outside. Their footwear must be a slimy mess. It’s only polite for a slave to clean them. “

“But… Mistress. . . “ Melissa shrugged her bent shoulders to draw attention to her handcuffed hands, “I can’t. Unless… if you could unlock me I guess I could get some towels. “

“You don’t need your hands to do this, Slave. Use your tongue and mouth. “

Melissa waited for the laughter at the grotesque joke. There wasn’t any. Melissa risked a quick look up and saw three sets of eyes surrounding her, watching expectantly. They were really waiting for her to start bootlicking! The realization caused Melissa’s vagina to flex powerfully and her nipples hardened all over again as perilous arousal ran up and down her bent spine and dark images filled her mind. She didn’t know what was more impossible; the situation or her reaction to it. It was happening and her arousal was real. She’d never had more than two orgasms in a night and usually had none during sex. In fact, the two were from a night masturbating and were hours apart. She’d already had three and now this expectation of boot licking was actually firing her up all over again.

The three of them and her own body left her no choice. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not she was going to do it. Somehow she’d been rushed past that boundary of what she would and wouldn’t do without her even realizing and mentally fighting. She was past the boundary and there was no returning. Even before she actually took a single lick.

Melissa tried to figure where to start. The tall redhead looked statuesque in high heels. There wasn’t too much leather to clean on them. Little Johnson wore wide leather high tops. The redhead’s high heels would be easiest but, judging by the video of the sex abuse of her neighbor Jacqueline, Little Johnson was by far the bossiest. She started with his shoes.

The shoes were wet from winter slush and gritty with smears of mud. Cleaning them was weird. Even though the act was entirely alien it still felt somehow natural. Her mouth was being put to a logical and appropriate use.

As her tongue worked Mistress Kira lightly caressed Melissa’s intimates. The stroking of her wet pussy lips was positive reinforcement for her obedient service. Melissa knew that’s what it was. She also knew it was working. That tracing finger was arcing sexual electricity in her. She felt like jamming her pussy onto it.

She found herself wanting to do a good job cleaning Little Johnson’s shoes. In fact, when her scraping tongue tried to get a dollop of mud on the insole and lost control of it and the spatter of mud dropped to the oily wood floor, she didn’t hesitate. She knew that mud didn’t belong there just like it didn’t belong on Little Johnson’s shoe. It belonged in her little tummy. Her mouth darted to it and kissed and sucked it in. Her tongue briefly swirled it, then she swallowed it down delighted in her miniature accomplishment. Their warm laughter told her they also enjoyed it.

She heard them talking about her. They talked like she wasn’t even there. She felt like she wasn’t even human any longer. More like some kind of obedient animal. Even slave seemed too ambitious at the moment. Most of the conversation was Mistress Kira reciting what she had put her through so far. It sounded like Little Johnson and the redhead were quite pleased.

Though they spoke as if Melissa wasn’t present each of them showed her in their own way they were quite aware of her. Mistress cupped her palm up against her damp vulva and frictioned it around to keep the girl’s arousal stoked. The mature redhead leaned in from time to time to deliver sharp spanks to Melissa’s sore ass cheeks. Little Johnson often chuckled and courteously raised each foot in turn to enable Melissa to twist her neck and clean the particularly gritty undersides of his leather high tops. The rubber treads made it a challenge but Melissa tried her best to rise to the challenge while still stooped over with her aching ass and pulsing pussy waggling in the air.

Melissa finished with Little Johnson’s shoes -- the leather was slick with saliva -- and moved her face over to the redhead’s high heels without further instruction. She was on autopilot. They were her autopilot. The leather high heels were much quicker. Not only was there much less material, her mouth was becoming much more expert at cleaning dirty footwear.  

When she finished her autopilot shut down and released her. She’d run out of instructions and felt a little lost. Her pussy was hot and needy. The dulled pain in her rear only served to fuel it. She needed another orgasm and she felt she deserved it.

Melissa looked up and was surprised to see Little Johnson’s pants were down to his thighs, he had a relatively huge hard cock, the redhead’s hand was pumping it, and, up above all that, his face was buried in Mistress Kira’s bare chest, his mouth wolfing at one small titty. No one was looking at Melissa. Incongruously, Melissa was momentarily offended they weren’t focused on watching her degrade herself. All that hard work and degradation for little or no recognition!

Well… if the redhead kept working that cock Little Johnson’s stream of come would splash all over her. The bad news was, that wouldn’t get her the orgasm she needed.

Since they were distracted with each other, Melissa considered for a moment walking on her knees and maybe escaping. The problem with that plan -- besides the unlikelihood of success and resulting significant likelihood of punishment -- was that, besides escaping them, she’d be escaping from her golden opportunity to come all over again.

One of them noticed her when they looked down at Little Johnson’s cock anyway and commented the slave was done with her task. Little Johnson immediately went to work ordering them about like he was some kind of sexual choreographer. After having them strip, he ordered the redhead -- who he called “Firecrotch” -- onto the loveseat and had Mistress Kira -- who he called “Flamepussy” -- join her, their bare hips crammed tight against each other, their legs next to each other hooked one over the other.

Melissa didn’t have to wait long to find out her role in this drama.

“Slave, get that dirty mouth to work on those hot pussies. Give it all you got for five seconds, then switch, and again, and again, and again. Don’t talk and don’t stop until I say. They damn well better both come. I’ll be fucking you while you go down on them but don’t you dare come until after they both do.

Melissa’s mind was working a little and she couldn’t help herself, “Don’t come inside me. I don’t want to get pregnant. I’m not on birth control. “

Little Johnson blinked, “You stupid slave! I was actually going to make you come and then cram my dick down your throat and make you swallow my load. But no slave tells a Master like me what to do. Now I am going to come up your sweet snatch! If you get pregnant it’s your own fault for being too stupid to use birth control and for speaking without permission. “

Little Johnson twisted her head around with his two powerful little hands and crammed her face into the mature redhead’s thick red bush. A moment after her reluctant tongue pushed into the overgrowth of pubic hair and split those heavy wet pussy lips she felt his engorged cock penetrating her own pussy. It was pushy and harsh. She liked that.

She heard him mutter to himself or perhaps to his female companions, “If she does get pregnant, she should be proud to have my baby. It’s an honor she doesn’t really deserve. “

That cock did wonderful things for her. It made everything feel so timeless it was a great challenge to keep her five second counts as she switched between pussies. Old, then young pussy, then back again. Full and hairy, then slim and trim, and back again. One woman with pierced nipples and the other a tattooed abdomen. But both had that red hair. Melissa actually wondered if they might be related. How wicked! She noticed they didn’t ever touch each other in a sexual way. Not that Melissa had seen so far. On the other hand -- or tongue -- if they were it sure was nasty how her pussy juice soaked tongue was swapping fluids between their hot slits. Like a bee transporting pollen between flowers.

So many things channeled shame into Melissa and, with it, overwhelming sinful pleasure. Her pride in arousing both women when she shouldn’t be proud. Her revulsion using her dirty mouth on their intimate areas. She felt unworthy to perform these disgusting acts. She was being pummeled by that surprising cock. She’d be embarrassed if it made her come, more embarrassed if she failed and allowed herself to come too soon, and frustrated out of her mind if she didn’t get to come. It was all so confusing, so good.

Firecrotch and Flamepussy kept saying mean things about her. Melissa couldn’t get too upset. She supposed it was all true as she spread her legs further and angled her hips so Little Johnson could collide his cock with her even more deeply. The women kept tugging harshly at her hair, nearly ripping it out in hunks, trying to get her to tongue deeper or to move her face back to their own pussy as the case may be.

Melissa doubted she’d be able to hold off her orgasm…

Firecrotch twisted one of her ears and purposely dug her fingernails in to get Melissa’s attention. It would be an outrage if this slave insubordinately came before she did.

“Stop slopping around. Get your tongue on our clits turn by turn and wiggle it like an electric feather. Keep doing it until we come and don’t you dare come! “

Melissa did as she was told. Firecrotch and Flamepussy reacted powerfully to the treatment and it made Melissa’s penetrated pussy grip in empathy. She wondered what it would feel like to have a wet soft tongue fluttering like a hummingbird over her own clitoris. She wondered if slaves ever got to experience that sort of delight.

They did get other delights, however. Like Firecrotch spraying a female ejaculation in her face. Like Flamepussy yelling in passion as she, too, came under the hummingbird’s attempts to land. Like actually feeling jets of invading sperm being pumped deep into her pussy and then pushed higher by continued thrusts.

Like a delightful massive orgasm now that all of her assignments were complete. Her cries were muffled as Firecrotch’s demanding hand moved her face a couple inches down and forced her into the wet folds of Flamepussy’s post orgasmic pussy.

When her shudders finally slowed to a stop Little Johnson pulled out and Firecrotch used the palm of her hand on Melissa’s forehead to shove her to the floor.

Flamepussy giggled wearily, “I have it. I know what this slave’s name will be. She has earned it and we will remember tonight whenever we call her by name. I dub her Wiggle Tongue. Ha Ha! “

Little Johnson and Firecrotch both expressed approval. No one asked Melissa -- Wiggle Tongue -- her opinion.

“Wiggle Tongue, get your ass high in the air and face on the floor, and hold that pose. “

Wiggle Tongue did as ordered. She was still handcuffed and the position was very uncomfortable to hold.

Mistress Kira spoke again, “That will keep all that precious sperm inside you and gravity will bring it down into your womb. Who knows, maybe you will get pregnant. Then there would be a little Little Johnson! I’m sure that tyke would be a holy terror! “

The Master and two Mistresses were all laughing in delight at the prospect. Wiggle Tongue was in mental agony at the thought of pregnancy and of being forced to hold her position to help that along. Bad enough running a small risk of pregnancy, so much worse to be made to work against herself.

As intolerable as the situation was, defying them felt like a worse transgression. After all, she could get away with obeying them and hurting her own interests but displeasing them was not an option. Clearly, disobedience was no longer part of her newly approved slave personality. She was Wiggle Tongue now. If impregnating her would amuse them she must do whatever she could to obey and help.

She held her uncomfortable pose. She could feel -- as least she imagined she could -- the warm load of sperm slithering around and spreading out inside her.

They hadn’t spoken to her in several minutes as they lay about catching their breath but she felt she had to say something just to reassure them she would be obedient and would faithfully hold her position despite the physical and mental discomfort.

“Yes, Mistress. “