Sally Gold began to go wrong in High School. She was a curious girl and an avid learner. Her flesh was hot and her desire was uncontrollable. Ordinary sexual conquest was not enough for Sally. She wanted more. She wanted to degrade the men and boys she knew. Her cruel sadistic perversion turned Sally into a ravaged degenerate and slut.
Sally's transformation was heightened by her pride, the greatest of the Seven Deadly Sins. Such others as Lust and Jealousy also came into account. Listen, now, as you follow this remarkable story of Sally Gold.
Remember, it could happen to you, too.
CHAPTER ONE
"No! No! Please don't! Please don't stick me. Oh, yes, stick me. Stick me again," cried Sally Gold, naked, and thrusting out her large pointed breasts to her faceless tormenter.
Tiny drops of blood trickled down her left breast as a golden needle remained embedded just above her nipple. A large suction cup was covering her cunt. Swirling images of demons and scarlet coated women whirled around the atmosphere. Her tormentor, teasing her with the inevitable plunge of the needle, took dead aim at her golden honey-pot.
A large, full-breasted vixen, wearing a black lace corset came into the room and took the bulls-eye suction cup off Sally's cunt, making a popping noise.
"No, no, please. Why me? Please don't. Ma, help me," she cried.
"What are you going to do?" But she realized what was happening to her as she saw the point of the golden needle edge ever so closely to the seat of her womanhood.
Her cries and screams were all in vain. The villain was not to be stopped. There was no bartering with the golden needle.
With a final thrust, the needle was plunged deep into her cunt. The black blood gushed out of her, sickening her, and causing her to vomit, just adding to the terrible pain she felt.
"Yaaaaaaaaa. Aaaaiieeeeeee," screamed Sally Gold.
In a cold sweat, Sally awoke from her nightmare. Still trembling, she made herself some coffee, in an attempt to compose herself. It was no use to try going back to sleep. The nightmare would only return again to haunt her.
But, she could not go on like this, Sally said to herself.
"I must do something to prevent these terrible, but frequent nightmares from happening again." Sally thought to herself.
In a few hours, her parents would be getting up and she would be due in school. She must try to get herself in a more presentable condition. Her nerves were shot, though, and she put her head down on the table and began to cry.
"This isn't getting me anywhere. I have to do something. But what? What can I do?" Sally sat in the dark while drinking her coffee. "I must try to figure out what the cause of these nightmares are," thought Sally. "Surely, I don't want that to happen. I don't want anyone to stick pins in my tits and cunt."
Sally pondered a moment. "Or do I?"
It surprised and frightened her that she let herself think of the possibility that she may actually have wanted to be tortured. She started to shake and shudder at that thought.
Sally lifted her beige nylon nightgown to her hips. She looked down at her vagina, and saw her blonde pussy hairs glistening with little drops of sweat. She put her hands around her crack and began to pet herself there.
"No, not my beautiful twat. I love it. I don't want anything to happen to it," Sally thought as she unconsciously rubbed her twat. Yes, that made Sally feel a lot better now.
She looked at her nipples.
"Such a nice color, almost the color of blood," Sally thought. "Blood, no no no!! ! " She came to a dramatic stop, recalling the reason she had started to masturbate. Her face became pale from fright.
"No, I shouldn't do this now. I must try to search for a reason why I had those dreams and find out if I really am into that stuff. No, I'll think about it tomorrow or later," and Sally began to finger herself again.
"No, I've got to do it. I'll always keep putting off 'til tomorrow, and keep having these problems. With a tremendous display of will power Sally stopped fingering her cunt again.
"I know what I'll do. I'll call my boyfriend, Steve. I'll tell him about it and see what he has to say. He might be able to help me."
"You want me to come over. We can cut out of school today and talk about it," the voice on the other end of the phone said.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. But we'll have to leave the house for just a little while until my parents go to work. Then we can come back here.
Steve and Sally sat next to each other on Sally's bed. They were both naked.
"You mean you actually wanted him to stick you with a needle?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure. I remember saying 'don't' then I said 'do it' and I don't know which I really wanted, Steve, honestly I don't know. It was like the first time we screwed last year. Remember when you put your big cock into me and I started to beg you not to do it, and when you stopped I begged you to put it into me again. I think it may have been something like that, I'm not sure."
"But you really wanted my meat, then," said Steve.
"Yeah, but you didn't stop right away, either, now that I remember. You liked me screaming at you. I bet you actually thought you were raping me."
"Oh, come on, Sally. I knew you liked it. You just had some late feelings of guilt, that's all."
"Well, maybe. But do you think I wanted to be tortured, though, and the only reason I wanted him to stop was for my own guilt," Sally said rhetorically.
"That's a possibility," Steve smirked.
"Could you get into any of that?" Sally asked.
"You mean with you?"
"Of course I mean with me, you big jerk. Who else?"
"But, I don't want to hurt you, Sally. I love you."
"And I love you, too, Steve. But I think that's just part of the love relationship. It's really being open with each other."
"How's that being open with each other? That's ridiculous. Trying to hurt each other on purpose is not love. It's sick. It's just too absurd to even talk about anymore."
"I don't really know what's making me say this, Steve, but I think you're wrong. I think you liked the idea of raping me, and forcing me to have sex against my will. You just won't admit it, even if I really wanted it. There still had to be at least a bit of doubt in your mind, right?"
"Well, I don't know. No, there wasn't. Well, maybe just a little doubt. But just a drop. I was almost sure you wanted me to fuck you no matter what you said, so let's just drop this subject right here. Just drop this subject right here."
"But that drop of doubt, that little tinge of uncertainty, that 'almost' sure was the amount of pleasure you had in my helpless condition. You wanted me to beg you to stop. You liked it. You did Steve. You did, and if you admit it you will just be that much more open with me."
"Look, I told you to drop it. I did not want to hurt you, and that's final."
"You did too."
"Look, stop trying to be a smart aleck. I told you to stop it. Now, let's talk about something else, like this," and Steve started to put his fingers into Sally's cunt.
"Man, I never thought you were a chicken, Steve. Why are you so scared to admit you liked to make me feel humiliation or discomfort. You, know, I think you might have been that faceless man in my dream."
"You're starting to get me mad, now, Sally. Just cut it out."
"Look, I won't be mad at you if you say you wanted to cause me pain. I might even admire you for it," said Sally, still digging at Steve's ego with her cutting verbal remarks.
"I'll show you how much I want to give you pain," Steve said, as he rolled over on top of Sally and tried to insert his cock into her.
"Stop it, Steve, I don't want to screw now. I just want to talk," Sally said.
She tried to push his chest, but he pinned her arms down to her sides with his muscular and strong hands. He was able to insert his cock into her without her assistance. Pumping up and down on Sally, Steve said, "Yeah, baby, down on Sally," Steve said, "Yeah, baby, I know you like it. Yeah, yeah, that's a good girl."
But this wasn't one of those times that Sally wanted it. The question of her nightmares was starting to make a little sense to her for the first time. She had to pursue it.
"Please, Steve. Stop it. Come on, get off me," said Sally while trying to struggle.
Steve ignored her pleas, and continued to swing his large body on top of young Sally. She was able to free one of her hands, and pushed Steve's face away from hers real hard. His neck red with anger, Steve slapped Sally across the face and continued to fuck her.
"Bitch!" he yelled, "Don't you EVER do that to me again. You're going to lie back now and enjoy it, like it or not," said Steve, mad with anger, that he didn't realize the nonsense his last statement meant.
"Now I know the real Steve," cried Sally. "You're just a pig like most of the other pricks on your football team. YOU'RE A PIG!! "
Steve slapped her in the face again, real hard, "Fuck you, you bitch," He really grabbed on to her and pumped his cock into her pussy as if he were some out of control steam engine.
"PIG," cried Sally, tears running down her cheeks.
He slapped her again, but this time it was much harder. "PIG!"
Another smack across her face. "PIG! PIG! PIG!! ! " Another slap.
Tears were running down Sally's face now in streams, but she would not give in to him. Determined to take whatever Steve did, Sally summoned up all the reserves of her will power.
"You goddam fucking pig!" she yelled at him.
"Just keep it up, bitch," and he slapped her again. "PIG!"
This time it was the back of his hand. "PIG!"
Again, the back of Steve's mighty hand crashed into the side of Sally's pretty white face.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING ANIMAL, AN ANIMAL. I HATE YOU!! ! "
"I love you too, honey," said Steve as he struck her again. "PIG!! " Sally would not give in, despite the pain she was starting to feel on her, face and all, all because it drove deep into her heart, realizing Steve was the beast he was showing himself to be. She just tried to push the pain out of her mind and use all of her self-discipline to not let Steve have any satisfaction from her cunt.
"PIG!"
Another strike. "PIG"
And another.
"PIG!"
"I HATE YOU!"
And again and again and again and again, but now he was hitting her with both hands because the blows were actually starting to hurt Steve's hands. He knew that she was fighting him and he did not want her to win this battle of egos.
Sally was still yelling, but she was also crying, finding it hard to catch her breath, her words coming out in broken syllables and long pauses that she finally was able to heave out of her vocal chords.
Steve was still pumping up and down on top of Sally, but he was doing it a little slower because of the tremendous amount of energy he was using to pummel her face with his hands.
Sally was able to tell that Steve was starting to show weakness, and she saw that victory was still possible. This thought gave her a second wind and got her adrenaline going again.
"PIG!! ! " she yelled with a triumphant air. "Bitch!" Steve yelled back, hitting her with his fist this time. "PIG!"
BOOM! came the crash of Steve's fist on Sally's face.
Now he was really going at it, hitting her and fucking her. He had his adrenaline working for him, too.
Screaming and crying, Sally still would not let up. She looked into Steve's eyes. They were bulging out of his head, almost. His face was a bright red. There was a big evil grin on his face as he was striking and fucking her.
Realizing now, with clarity so precise, Sally understood for the first time that Steve was really having a great time. He was ecstatic seeing her being beaten like that. This knowledge caused a great change in Sally.
She began to laugh hysterically as Steve was hitting her.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!! ! "
Steve was puzzled slightly by Sally's hearty laughing. He looked at her quizzically, his eyebrows raised, as he stopped beating on her for a moment.
"You like it! You like it!! HA HA HA HA!! " Sally laughed.
The dawning of this thought struck Steve like a blow from a sledgehammer.
He rolled off Sally onto the bed. He put his face in the pillow and started to beat his hands in the mattress in frustration.
"Oh my God. Oh, no. What have I done?"
His muffled sounds of defeat, despair, and frustration pleased Sally.
"Look at me, you bastard!"
He started to whimper as Sally's piercing words struck deep inside him. "Get up, you Pig-"
He pulled the pillow over his head even tighter.
"You are a goddam pig and your mother is a pig and your father is a pig, and your fucking sister is a pig and a slut and you are a mother fucker. Now, get the fuck up!" Sally said.
"Please, Sally. I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't know what came over me. It was like another person took over my body, and ... "
"You're a liar! It was you. You did it!! You, Steve Bilko did it. No one else. Now pick your ugly fuckin' face up off my bed and admit it you motherfucking bastard."
Steve finally rolled over and looked up at Sally. His eyes were all red from the crying that he did. He just looked at her.
"Ptooo," Sally spit right in his face, some of the saliva landing on his mouth and part of it rolling down on his chin.
He wiped it off with his forearm.
"Please, please, Sally. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"You may be sorry now, but you weren't when you did it, you pig."
"You're right to be mad at me. I deserve it.
I was terrible. I was a pig. But please forgive me.
"Get on your knees and beg," said Sally decisively.
Steve looked at her and saw that she was serious.
He crawled off the bed and got on his knees on the floor. He looked up at Sally and said, "Please forgive me. I love you."
Sally was really getting off on his subservient state now. She stuck out her foot and put it in front of Steve's face.
"Kiss it!" she demanded.
He did.
"Now tell me that I was right before."
"You were right," Steve repeated.
Sally didn't like the condescending way he admitted it. She wanted her proud moment to be more glorious.
"Right about what?"
"Why are you doing this to me?" Steve asked solemnly.
"Because I like it!" said Sally triumphantly. It really made her feel good inside to say that.
"The same reason you hit me and wouldn't stop fucking me that first time. Now, admit it or I'll beat the shit out of you," the naked Sally told him.
"I don't want to hurt you. I promise I'll never hurt you again," Steve said.
"I said admit it. If you don't admit your real feelings now, you'll crawl around on your knees the rest of your life, you slimy coward."
It was as though there was a block of some kind in Steve's mind. He knew that he liked it when he was hurting Sally, but he just couldn't tell her that.
"I'll never hurt you again. If I do I hope to die," was all he could say, and he said that without much conviction and very feeble like.
"You're hurting me right now, you prick. Why won't you realize that?"
"I'm hurting you now?"
"Yes, you are hurting me because you aren't giving me the satisfaction that is mine. I deserve it after all that you put me through, and you will give it to me," Sally demanded, while gritting her teeth.
"I'll do anything you say. Just what, exactly is it that you want me to do?"
Sally thought about that a moment. It was a good question. Just what did she want from him. She surveyed her feelings and emotions. Trying to think back to the recent scenes, she used her memory to recall just when and what it' was that made her happy.
It was her feeling of power, and the feeling that her superiority was recognized. Those feelings which Sally conjured up out of her remote subconscious mind sent pangs of joy through her lovely body.
But how would she tell Steve this?
Could she just come right out and say that I want you to recognize my superior being as compared to you? Yes, she could say it, and Steve probably would tell her but she had to make him believe it. Really believe it.
"First tell me that you wanted to hurt me and you liked it," Sally started her plan.
"All right, I wanted to hurt you and I like doing it," said Steve half-heartedly.
That wasn't good enough for Sally, though. She needed more conviction on his part.
"What did you like about it?"
"I don't know. I guess it was the way you were so helpless before me. I liked the feeling of power I had over you, I think."
"You think?"
"All right. I'm sure. I liked it. I liked it," said Steve, shouting his answers while still on his knees.
"You thought you were better than me. But you're not. I'm better than you, you snivelling coward. Right?"
Steve did not answer.
Sally put her foot in his face again and pushed him back. "I said is that right!"
"Yes, you're right. I am not better than you," said a dejected and defeated Steve.
Sally rubbed her hands together, she was so happy at her victory. His words and the look on his face sweetened her desire to torment him. She looked down at her conquered victim. He was helpless now.
"Well, how are you going to make it up to me? My face still hurts from your fists."
What do you want me to do?"
"Get on the bed and lie on your stomach," said Sally, remembering the sight of his hairy ass.
Sally went into her bathroom and took out an enema. She filled up the enema with vinegar. She walked back into the bedroom and Steve was still on the bed, not having moved his position at all.
She took a small nail file from her dresser and walked up to the bed. She bent down to Steve and punched his cheek with all of her might.
"Owwww," said Steve, but he did not move.
"All right," thought Sally, "I have him in my power now. He's helpless." Sally rubbed her cunt in delight at the thought.
There was a fly swatter on the table, and Sally picked it up and started to smack Steve on the ass with it. She wasn't doing it hard, but that didn't matter.
Steve just looked around at her and wondered what she was doing.
"Say ouch. Start to cry as though it hurts like crazy," Sally ordered, and continued to tap him lightly with the fly swatter.
"Owwwww. Oooooooowww," said Steve.
"Louder!" demanded Sally.
Steve yelled a little louder.
"LOUDER! peasant," ordered Sally again. She was really fingering herself with a steady, pleasing rhythm now.
Steve was really howling.
"God, I feel like God," thought Sally. "This is really great," she said to herself. She bent over to him now and put the nail file into his ass. She made a small incision right at the tip of his ass-hole.
"Owwwwwww," yelled Steve in "earnest.
When she saw that he would not protest, so she could go through with her plan.
She stuck the enema spout into his ass-hole, first letting some of the vinegar run over on the spout so it would be certain to touch the cut in his ass-hole.
She squeezed the rubber bulb of the enema sending all of the vinegar shooting into his ass.
"Wooooeeeeee," screamed Steve in intense pain. It was unbearable for him. He started rolling and twisting his body on the bed the way a caterpillar or a worm does when it is cut in half.
Sally's hysterical demoniacal laughter reverberated around the room at the sight of Steve squirming around on the bed like a crushed conquered insect. The feeling of power it produced swelled up inside her, deep into her loins, as she masturbated her pussy.
Panting with the intensity of a good fuck, Sally's sap oozed out of her slit and slid down her thigh.
She watched Steve moan and squirm. He crawled off the bed and crawled into the bathroom.
She laughed at the sight of it and recalled a little rhyme they learned when they were kids. This was a slow motion version of it come to life she thought as she repeated it to herself: "Twenty yard dash to the bathroom door. He made it. He made it! All over the floor.
Sally watched in triumph, gloating over the miserable bastard as he defecated into the bowl, and screaming loud each time some shit passed through the cut and vinegar.
It took Steve about a half hour before he was finally able to walk, and when he did, he waddled like a duck.
He was completely helpless and beaten before her. Sally's revenge was just about complete and it was starting to get a little boring. There wasn't much more she could do to him. She was acknowledged by him. It was complete, but there was still something missing.
Her supreme power Lorded over him, as he sat on his knees and kissed her feet, smiling slightly. Sally realized then that he liked his helpless situation, and liked being a slave to her. That was what was missing, Sally realized.
Sally wanted more.
There was communication between them, but now the roles were reversed. He was the slave and she was the master. Before, it had been the other way around. Sally wondered how she ever had accepted the previous situation, but she looked at Steve sitting there like a little puppy and was able to see the joy deep inside of him. Now he wanted her to beat him and dominate him.
"You like it now, don't you, you prick?"
"Yes, I do," said Steve, kissing her feet passionately.
She kicked him in the face. It threw him back, and he looked like a dog that had just been abandoned by his master. Sally got off on that.
"You want me to beat you, don't you?"
"Yes," admitted Steve, "I do. It's crazy, but I like it. Please, beat me some more," and he rolled over on his back, leaving his body wide open for Sally.
"NO!"
"Please, hit me. Kick me. I need it," he begged.
"That's why I'm not going to do it. Because you want it. I want to do something to you that you don't want. Something that you will hate. Tell me something that you hate, Steve dear."
"Nooooo," he cried, as though he were being physically tortured. But the words of Sally were worse than any physical torture she might perpetrate on him now.
Again, Sally felt that pang of joy surge up inside her. The game was still on.
"What is something he would really hate, now, and not beg me for more of it," Sally thought, pondering the question carefully.
"Maybe if I made love to him, he might hate it," Sally said to herself. But, then she ruled it out. "No, the spineless jellyfish might get into it, and then he might possibly get the upper hand again. I'll say one thing for him, though. He's really a good fucker. I've got to think of something else."
She really racked her brain for an idea, as Steve crawled over to her feet again but she just kicked him away as if he were a flea. She tried to recall what she knew about Steve, and his personal life, trying to come up with something that he really dislikes. She tried to remember him losing his temper at something, a time when he was really mad.
Then it was like a light bulb flashed inside her head.
"I got it. I got it, ha ha ha,"
Sally remembered the time' when Steve punched out this guy on the football team, because he called her sister a good piece of twat. That really got Steve mad, the thought of someone screwing his beloved younger sister, Dorothy.
Sally dialed the number.
". . .So we'd really appreciate it if you would bring over those papers to my place, Dotty. We were fooling around so much, we just forgot about doing that report."
"Sure, no trouble at all. I'll be right over with them," said the soft voice on the other end of the line.
"Thanks a lot."
"Bye."
Dotty was a cute, but well-developed girl of thirteen, two years younger than Sally.
As she walked into the room with the papers, she blushed when she saw her brother and Sally naked on the couch.
"What are you doing here?" said the startled Steve at the sight of his sister, and he covered up his cock and balls with his hand. "I'm bringing your term papers like Sally told me to," she said averting her blue eyes from their nakedness.
"That's right, Steve. We have that project to work on, remember," Sally said in a way that let Steve know that she was not asking him but telling him.
Steve said, "Oh, right," but Sally could tell that he was beginning to get a little tense about the situation.
"Well, thanks a lot, Dotty," Steve said, "I guess you have to be running along, now. Maybe I'll see you at dinner," he said trying to rush her off.
"Steve, let her stay a while. Go get her a drink or something. Make yourself comfortable, honey," said Sally, eyeing the little girl. "Go make a malted," she ordered him. :
Steve left for the kitchen.
He returned with the malteds about five minutes later. He was flabbergasted at what he saw.
His younger sister, Dotty, was lying on the bed, naked, in a spread-eagle position. Her legs were up in the air, and Sally was licking her tight little cunt.
"Oh, my God. Oh, nooooooooooo!" Steve cried and he fell to the floor and started to bang his fists on the ground, at the sight of his virgin sister having her twat eaten out by Sally.
When Sally saw his reaction, she was satisfied. She was so proud of herself for being able to seduce the young girl in so short a time. Steve's reaction was even more than she hoped for. She got on top of the gleeful Dotty and really started to grind with her in front ot Steve.
Actually, Sally was having a lot of fun from Dotty, even if Steve wasn't there, but his forlorn presence made it all the more sensational. She like being watched, and the younger girl, more free from adult hang-ups was getting off on it too.
The two girls played with each other's tits and cunts, fingering each other, and gluttoned for each other's body.
Steve was still banging his fists on the ground saying "Why, why are you doing this, Dotty?"
The two girls looked up long enough just to laugh at him and went back to their fucking.
Steve's eyes remained fixed on the intercourse, however. It was as though he were rooted to the spot. He had to look. He began to become interested in the situation.
Sally called him over when she saw him start to enjoy the scene.
Steve got on the bed. It was as though he couldn't control himself when he saw the naked flesh of his little sister waiting there for him. Sally moved over to Dotty's round breasts and started to suck on them, still keeping her senses aware of Steve.
Steve slowly put his face into Dotty's wide open cunt and uncontrollably began to lick with a passion. He was really into it in a matter of minutes.
Now was the time for Sally to make her move.
She whispered in Dotty's naive and gullible ear. "Dotty, how could you? That's your brother, Steve. My God, your own brother. How could you let him do that? That's incest. What a degenerate thing to do," Sally whispered to her, using all of her acting abilities to convey the proper feeling of outrage and horror about the situation.
Dotty started to scream and kick her legs, "Get off me. Steve, I'm you're sister. Stop it! Please," begged the little girl, tears running down her cute face.
But Steve was not to be bargained with now. His virility had returned to him at the sensation of the little girl's pussy in his mouth. He pinned her back down on the bed and began to eat voraciously. The screams of the little girl just made him do it with a greater intensity.
Sally was sitting there on the bed cracking up at the scene she had so carefully directed, until the actors took over by themselves. She let it go on for awhile, rubbing her big breasts with her hands and getting herself even hotter. She had to try to think of a way to manipulate Steve, though now, at the height of his passion. If she was not able to, most of her previous control would be lost. She had to maintain control over her subjects.
Should she be violent or should she try to use words to get Steve to stop but still want him to feel cheated, and not feel joy at the way she made him discontinue his action. But, how?
How, indeed?
Sally noticed the raw "wound in Steve's ass. She got the bottle of vinegar and poured some on her fingers. Then she went behind Steve and started to dab his ass with the salty substance.
Steve was so into his sister's cunt that he barely noticed the vinegar. He just thought it was some sensation produced by his lust for Dotty. At most, he twitched a bit.
"I guess this is going to be more difficult than I thought," Sally said to herself. "This calls for sterner measures, but no problem."
Sally was not worried. The heroine went over to the dresser and picked up the nail file again. This time she made a deeper incision into Steve's ass, drawing a little blood. She quickly poured in the vinegar into his ass. Now. it worked.
Steve jumped up into the air like some cartoon character who had a bomb put under their ass. He squealed just like the cartoon people. Sally again started to get off on the situation. Now, she just hoped her remedy was the right one. Steve began to run around the room like a headless chicken, yelling and holding onto his ass. Dotty had fallen back on the bed crying.
When she saw Steve running around like that, helpless, and in pain, she came up to him and kicked him in the nuts. Steve doubled up in a pain that overruled the previous pain.
When he saw his little sister whom he had cherished all his life standing over him like that the realization of what he had done hit him.
He started pulling his hair and screaming in a horror that it was frightening just to watch him. He banged his head against the ground, yelling, "No! No! No!"
In a while he collapsed on the floor, whimpering like an infant.
Now, Sally's victory was complete. He would forever be in her control. She had his button. She could press it anytime she wanted to cause him pain and her pleasure.
CHAPTER TWO
Well, Sally slept a calm contented sleep that night. There were no nightmares. She woke up well rested, but with that "just got laid feeling" and there was a big pretty smile on her pretty face.
"I wonder if the problem is solved?" Sally asked herself. "I found what I want, I think, but is it really what I want? Steve is just some low-life schmuck. What do I need him for?"
She walked into her kitchen and made another cup of coffee. She had to think out her passions and lusts and try to discover what made her do what she did to Steve and his sister.
"But, I was terribly cruel to him. But, on the other hand, I liked it. But, on the other hand Wait a second, I'm running out of hands." Sally looked down at her cunt through her negligee.
Not bad,-she thought.
"Well, on the cunt hand-" and she laughed at her own little joke and stroked the twat pleasingly. "It is strange, though, I liked being cruel to Steve, but in a way I did not want to. I know that it is wrong to do those things, but I like doing it. Man, I'm really fucked up. Let me go back into my past and try to come up with some answers."
"My first pubic hairs. Let's see, I was about eleven at the time. I had just had my first period a few months before and every day I inspected by hairless young pussy to see if there was any sign of growth. I would bend over and look in the mirror and put hand mirrors up to my cunt every morning, breathlessly hoping that some sparse curls would have grown in during the night.
"I would also feel my chest and nipples, hoping that some sort of growth would have appeared so I could stop wearing undershirts.
"But why was I so pre-occupied with other girls in my class that had started to get tits already? I remember Josephine had a real pair of knockers at the age of eleven. We used to sneak into the girls bathroom, about ten of us girls at a time, and show each other our vaginas. I had known Josephine a long time, ever since we were in kindergarten, and we had kind of a rivalry going on between us. We would both like the same boys and I usually got him instead of Josephine. But, when she began to bloom much before I did, it really turned the tables on me and she was able to steal my boyfriends. Wow, was I mad and jealous. But there was nothing I could do about it. It was just nature. All I could do was wait. She really made me feel like shit, too, flouting her big boobs around like that. I felt so weak and inferior whenever I heard her name mentioned.
"Of course, I considered doing some crazy things such as cutting off hair from my head and gluing it on my pussy and wearing a bra stuffed with cotton, but all of the girls in the bathroom would know my sudden growth was phony and they would tell the boys and they would all laugh at me and it would be even worse. I just had to bear it. But, God, how I hated her, and the other girls who also had started to mature.
"We equated our physical maturity at the time with a total kind of maturity, and the girls with pussy hairs and bras were considered by all the boys to be superior to the girls who still wore undershirts. I remember a lot of the young punk kids who saw the outlines of my undershirt made jokes about me, saying things like 'You're a real pirate's treasure, Sally. A sunken chest!' I tried to laugh it off, but it really ate me up inside.
"Later on that year, my first strand of blonde pubic hair came in. I was so proud, I couldn't wait to show the girls in the bathroom the next day. I can still remember the look of worry on Josephine's face. I was so happy. And the other girls who still had bare cunts were really envious of me too.
"Then, shortly after, my chest started to get a little softer. My breasts were finally starting to grow. My nipples were becoming a little larger and a darker pink.
"When I proudly displayed my budding breasts, after taking off my new 32-AAA training bra, the other girls giggled at my budding womanhood, and a few of them even touched my tiny titties to make sure it was real, I guess, and see what it would feel like when they started to get theirs. But, then Josephine disliked the attention.
She had taken her shirt and bra off, and I can still remember her saying, "I think a 35 is starting to get a little small on me," and she put her hands around her boobs to show all of us how big they were. But, at least I started to get mine, and I could try to think of other ways to outdo her.
"Well, I began to grow very rapidly after that, and by the time I was in junior high school and thirteen years old, I had a very pretty flock of light blonde pussy hair, and my breasts had caught up to Josephine's in their size, but mine were so much prettier than hers because they were pointy and stood straight out, while hers sagged down to her stomach, almost. "Now it was my turn to flaunt it over her, when we had to take showers in the locker room. I would walk by her and spend a lot of extra time toweling the water of my boobs in front of her, letting her know how much care I took to preserve my valuable assets.
I could also hear some of the little girls in the class discuss my body with tons of admiration. I was walking on air then.
"And, whenever Josephine had a new boyfriend, I could easily steal him away from her. Then I would drop him, letting everyone know how unworthy he was of me. Yes, I was the Queen of the school, and everyone looked up to me. It made me feel so so good, when I noticed some kid in school look at me with his bulging eyes trying to get up enough nerve to talk to me, and I would tease him and make him come in his pants right there, just by opening up a button on top of my shirt and kneading my breasts a little.
Sally let that train of thought stop for now. The pleasing memories of the way it was in those days got her so hot she was rubbing her twat with an uncontrollable propensity towards the seep that was sure to come from her prized possession.
"Well, I guess I've always been that way," Sally thought to herself after her self-induced orgasm had caused her to sink down into her chair.
"But what should I do about it?" Sally thought. Should I try to suppress it or let it out? How should I handle the realization of my present uh, present what? Present condition? Present perversion?" That made Sally stop for a moment. She did not like that word perversion.
The thought that she might be a sadist really bothered Sally. She thought sadists were people who took pleasure in pulling the wings off butterflies, and Sally had never pulled the wings off a butterfly.
"Well, what the fuck! I don't give a damn anyway what you call it. I'll just play it by ear and see what happens. I got to get to school and then to work, anyway. I got more important things to think about. Besides, my nightmares have stopped, and it really isn't that much fun to keep analyzing things like that. It really takes the beauty out of it. like, in school when we get this real nice poem to read, and the fucking teacher makes us talk about metaphors and onomotopoeia and all that shit. It ruins it!"
After school, Sally took a bus up to the Easy Moon diner on Flatbush Avenue. The Easy Moon was a real greasy spoon, but it was a good job to have, being the waitress there, and Sally liked the idea of seeing all the weird people who came in there, especially real late at night, after the bars closed.
Things were going on as usual that night. The regular customers, old men coming back from the trotters, old men who were lonely and came there to hang out, young punk teen-agers who just got their draft cards and got drunk at the topless place around the corner and came in the diner to hassle her and puke on the floor and then the manager would throw them out and take their hats or something until they paid to have the floor cleaned. "Now, that was perversion," Sally thought, observing the routine of the diner.
A little later that night a new customer walked in and sat at the counter where Sally waited tonight. She was a real sight. She was about six feet, two inches and wore high platform heels, making her seem even taller. When she sat down on the counter stool, she put her walking stick on the bar of the counter and pounded it for service.
Sally had never seen such a sight as that young woman who just walked in. Most of the other people in the diner turned their heads around and stared at her, she was so not weird looking, because everyone else in there, was weird looking, but the newcomer was weird looking in a different sort of way. She did not have the bearing of the other lowlifes in there, but rather seemed to be regal looking and her very presence seemed to command respect. Sally took in all of that information at a glance.
Sally asked her what she was having and she asked if they had hamburgers.
"How would you like it?"
"Not very well done," came the decisive reply.
"Rare?" Sally asked.
"Raw!" said the big lady. "And give me a whole onion with it, but put it in a separate plate, so I could SUCK on it."
"Wow, what a character," Sally thought. "I wonder what a person like that does, or thinks?" Sally said to herself.
"You made that hamburger real good," said the large lady, holding the piece of raw meat in her hand and biting on it, moving her high cheekbones up and down in an animal-like motion. Sally looked at her close, and noticed that she was very pretty. With those high cheekbones, and very suntanned skin and long black hair, she was really an impressive sight. She looked like she might be an Indian (American variety), or have come from some very exotic place.
"Thanks, I'm glad you like it. It's one of our specialties," said Sally, trying not to let her think that she thought her culinary desires to be unusual.
"That ain't all I like. I like the way you look, too. You're not very well done, either, my fair friend," said the giant to Sally.
"Thanks a lot," said Sally, surprised, but glad that such a novel character would try to make advances to her. Sally would not try to dissuade her, but only hoped she would continue.
"What time you split, honey?"
"About five. Twenty minutes," said Sally, looking at her watch.
"Want to have some fun?" said the Amazon quite bluntly.
"Why not?" Sally answered. "I'm always willing to try out some new things," Sally thought, wondering what the big girl had in mind.
They went to a pad near the Junction of Flatbush and Nostrand, one of the hearts of Brooklyn, although some people referred to that area as the ass-hole of the city. It was over a dirty bookstore near the college, a real big loft with strange paintings and devices on the walls that Sally didn't know. The paintings were all of women being ravaged or tortured on racks, and their mouths were wide open from fear.
Sally got a little scared from that, but she figured that it was just some taste in art that people liked. Sally tried to remember the newfound confidence she won yesterday afternoon, and the feeling of superiority that she made Steve give her so she would not be scared to do anything with her new friend who called herself Wanda.
They were alone in Wanda's loft, and Wanda gave Sally some cocaine to snort. Sally had never done the white crystals before, but she had wanted to ever since she heard how it was the pleasure of the rich. It really was a step up in class from glue, which Sally had got high on once before..
Sitting back, real mellowed out from the coke, Sally made the first move. 'She began to unbutton Wanda's lavender shirt, revealing a milk-white cleavage that stood out in sharp contrast to her dark skin.
Wanda slapped her hand, though. "Not yet!" was all that Wanda said. Sally sat back in the couch, feeling a little embarrassed.
"How old are you?" Wanda asked.
"Nineteen," Sally lied.
"Bullshit!"
"All right, I'm fifteen, but I know what's going on more than most people older than me," Sally said, trying not to let Wanda gain too much leverage on her in the subconscious battle of egos.
"What do you do?" Sally asked her.
"I'm a witch," said Wanda.
Sally was impressed, but did not show it too much to Wanda.
"What do you do when you go witching?"
"I'm always a witch. It doesn't just come and go. If you want to see what I do, take your clothes off, and I'll show you." It didn't take Sally long to get undressed. She stood before Wanda, natural as the day she was born, waiting to find out what pleasures Wanda had in store for her.
"Bend over and spread your cheeks."
Sally wanted to be cool so she did so with a smile on her face.
To her surprise, Wanda stuck a greased rubber nipple into her ass-hole. Wanda had put the large nipple into Sally's ass with her finger in it, and then when she took her finger out she put a thing like a cigar cover into the nipple.
Sally jumped and squealed a bit when it went in, it really felt funny. Sally also felt a little embarrassed bent over like that with Wanda watching her with a nipple stuck up her ass. Sally stood up straight and looked at Wanda with a straight face, as if to show her that the nipple didn't bother her, even though it was very uncomfortable. "I didn't tell you to stand up," Wanda said sternly.
Sally figured she might as well play the game and not try to be antagonistic towards Wanda. After all, it wasn't every day that she met someone like her, and did not want to lose her friendship. Sally bent over again.
Wanda got her gold walking stick and stood over Sally who was hunched over in that awkward position.
"I think you have to learn some humility," Wanda said, and tapped the end of the cigar cover with her walking stick.
Sally jumped slightly, feeling the thing pushing into her ass. Sally's smile changed and she was no longer in posession of the confidence that she had earlier assumed. She had let herself be put in that embarrassing position and there was nothing she could do about it for now, other than leave.
The bell to the door rang, and Wanda cautioned Sally to remain in that position. Wanda stomped over to the door, her black leather boots with the big heels pounding the floor like a drum.
Another girl walked in with Wanda. She was also very tall, but still a little shorter than Wanda and not as big in terms of her frame. She also had long straight black hair just like Wanda's.
Sally looked up at her from her awkward position, and tried to manage a smile, but it was very hard to. Sally felt really idiotic now with the newcomer looking at her like that.
"Angelique Sally," was all the introduction that Wanda made, and Angelique said hello to Sally as if there was nothing unusual about the situation. Sally could just have well been watering a plant, the way Angelique spoke to her.
"Should I take my clothes off now, master?" Angelique asked Wanda.
Sally was getting apprehensive but she tried to pretend that she didn't hear how Angelique referred to Wanda.
"Now! Do it Now!" Angelique took her clothes off, and the first thing Sally noticed about her was that Angelique had real small breasts. Sally, with her preoccupation for shapes and sizes (S & S) stood up to try to get a better view of Angelique, but Wanda told her to crouch back down again, which Sally reluctantly did.
Angelique then walked over to the wall and took a leather whip that was mounted on a case. Angelique walked over to Wanda almost like a zombie and held her two outstretched arms out to Wanda as though she were making a present of the mean looking whip to her.
Sally really got scared now, wondering if Wanda would try to whip her, but she felt a little relieved when she saw Angelique bend down on all fours after Wanda took the whip from her. Angelique was right next to Sally now.
"Please whip me, Master Wanda," Angelique begged.
Sally was really puzzled about these events, but she just decided to sit back, sort of, as if she were in a movie, and watch the action.
Wanda reared her hand back with the whip, looking like a graceful chariot rider, and struck Angelique's back with the Cat o' Nine Tails.
"CRACK!" went the sound of the whip, and it was so close to Sally that the sound echoed in her eardrums.
"Owwwwww," screamed Angelique, obviously in pain from the lash.
"That will be ten more lashes" Wanda said.
Again the cracking noise was heard on the frail back of Angelique. She screamed in pain again. Sally shuddered at the sound. She noticed that there were a number of whip marks on her back, probably from, previous floggings.
The third stroke of the whip opened up one of the fresher cuts on her back and a thin line of blood appeared. The next one landed on the same spot and opened up the cut a little wider as Angelique screamed in agony. The fifth stroke opened a new cut that crisscrossed the previous cut on Angelique's back and her scream was now a steady wail.
The piercing scream unnerved little Sally and she began to tremble. The next buffet of the whip landed on the same spot as the previous one and a cross of blood started to form on Angelique's back.
When the next blow landed, the impact and Angelique's weakened condition caused her to fall on her face. Sally wondered how much punishment she could take, and almost was able to feel the blow along with her neighbor, it was so close.
Wanda raised the whip.
"If you're good, this will be the last one" Wanda told her subject. But Wanda walked up to Angelique now and put the soul of her boot on her side and pushed very lightly. Angelique fell over on her side, her tormented face now looking directly at Sally. Her eyes were open wide, almost as though she were pleading to Sally, and Angelique opened her mouth as if to say something to Sally, but nothing could come out except some incoherent sound. Sally was really horrified at that spectacle, but did not flinch from looking at Angelique, still somewhat intrigued at the sight. Sally also glanced down at Angelique's cunt, and was greatly repulsed at what she saw. Never in her life had she seen something like that before. Sally shivered a little and averted her eyes for a moment, but looked back again to make certain that she was not seeing things.
She wasn't, though, as she tried to carefully inspect it with her eyes.
Angelique had a large gold ring that was pierced through her cunt, wearing it almost like an earring. Her black pussy hairs were partially shaven around the area where the ring was put through a hole in her soft pussy flesh. Angelique had short-cropped black pussy hair on each side of her cunt and they were coiffured into a design to look like two very black eyes that surrounded her bald middle with the golden ring.
Still lying prone on the floor and squirming a little, Angelique looked up at Wanda as if to show her tormentor that she was trying to get up.
"That will cost you another lash. Now, get up."
Sally who was still fascinated by Angelique's unique cunt, now wondered how Wanda would make her get up. What possible motivation would or could she use to entice the beaten broad to move.
Wanda walked to the shelf and appeared to take some kind of small object off a velvet jewelry box, but Sally couldn't see what it was just yet.
But Angelique knew.
"Noooooo," she screamed. Sally was really frightened too, now. What kind or device did Wanda have that could make Angelique burst out like that in such a scream of terror?
The sound almost miraculously returning to her vocal chords, Angelique hollered, "No, no. Anything but that. Please, Wanda, not that again."
Now Sally could finally see what it was in Wanda's hand, as she moved closer to it. Sally's face immediately turned a few pale shades lighter. Her mouth opened wide, and she let out a little holler, too. Never in her whole life had she been that scared as she was transfixed on the object Wanda held between her thumb and index finger.
It was the Golden Needle.
Sally's nightmares returned to her at that instant. Had there really been such a thing as the Golden Needle? She opened her mouth in horror and waited to see 'what Wanda would do with it.
Wanda got real close to Angelique now, bending down and putting the needle close to the eye of Angelique, making sure she saw what it was. The shining object gleamed at Sally and Angelique, with a hypnotizing kind of effect.
Angelique really struggled, and Sally was really amazed at how the frightened girl was able to call on some reserves of energy to straighten herself out and get back on her knees. It recalled to Sally how she was able to find that extra bit of will power or nerve in order to withstand the punches of Steve the day before.
Now, Wanda reared back again and let her graceful arm and wrist snap the whip on Angelique's back. This time Angelique did not scream, but let her breath out in a sigh that was the combination of both pleasure and relief.
"Want the whip?" Wanda asked Sally. The poor, degraded Angelique looked up at her in anticipation. Sally was able to feel compassion for someone for one of the first times in her life.
She recognized it and it really made her feel good. "Gee, I feel almost human, again," Sally thought. Then she realized that Wanda was waiting for her to answer.
"No, I think I'll pass this time," Sally said, feeling content within herself.
Wanda drew on a gross expression of dissatisfaction at Sally's reply. Angela looked up at Sally and smiled in grateful thanks for her display of sympathy, but quickly looked up at Wanda in horror as Wanda twisted the Golden Needle in her fingers.
"Please, Sally. Hit me. I won't be mad at you, I promise," said Angelique.
Sally debated within herself whether to do it. She figured if she didn't, Wanda would either do it a lot harder, or do some other dreadful thing to Angelique. And anyway, what more damage could one more lash do, Sally thought, as she looked at the Cross of Blood on Angelique's skinny back. "I'll try not to hit her hard," she said to herself.
"Well, maybe I will take a wack at her. But I've never handled one of those things before." she told Wanda, still hunched over with the nipple and cigar cover stuck up her ass-hole.
"Just hold on to the handle, swing your arm back, and snap your wrist as you bring your hand down. It's really simple," Wanda told her.
Sally knew that it wasn't any complicated procedure, but she just wanted to make an excuse for not hitting Angelique. "Come over here and get the whip. You can practice a little," said Wanda.
Sally reached around behind her to take the things out of her soft round ass, but just as she was about to, Wanda said, "Leave that in there!"
Sally stood up straight now, and walked over to Wanda, waddling like a duck as she did so. She remembered how she laughed at Steven the other day when he walked so funny from the vinegar and cut in his ass. Sally felt like digging a hole in the ground and crawling into it when she heard Wanda snicker at her walk.
Sally was about to let Wanda have a piece of her mind, but decided not to. She did not have enough confidence at this time, and did not trust Wanda and what she might do. She was sorry that she ever got herself into this mess, however.
She looked up to Wanda, smiled to try to let her think that she was unfazed by her predicament, but she knew that she had failed to convey what she hoped it would to Wanda.
Sally took the whip, and admired the well put together piece of leather. She felt the smooth leather and knew that it was of very good quality hide. She saw the tails dangle and felt a little scared at the power they contained.
"Go ahead, hit that wall over there," Wanda told her.
Sally walked over to a wall that was plastered with cork. There were a lot of bare spots on the wall, probably where a whip had peeled away some of the cork before.
She hoped she would do well.
Sally gripped the strong leather handle of the whip and hit the wall with it. She looked at the spot where the whip hit, but no cork had fallen off.
"You're just letting it slide against the wall," Wanda instructed her. "You've really got to snap your wrist."
Sally liked the idea of Wanda instructing her. She hadn't realized that there really was that much technique involved in flagellation. She had just assumed that all you had to do was move your arm like you were throwing a baseball.
"You mean like this?" Sally asked, trying to snap her wrist while swinging her arm and cracking the whip at the wall. Again, no cork was removed.
"Here, I'll show you," said Wanda, and walked over to Sally. She came behind her, and held her hand around Sally's on the handle of the whip. Sally felt Wanda's warm body tower over her nakedness, and made her feel a little warmer. Sally leaned back so she could feel Wanda's warmth. Wanda helped Sally guide her hand back and move her wrist in a better way than she did by herself. The whip struck the wall, but still, no cork came off. "That's a little better," Wanda told her.
"Let's try it again." Sally looked up at her and was very temped to kiss her sexy tan neck, but she did not. As they followed through on the motion this time, Sally felt a rhythm in her stroke that she had not felt previously. Now she eagerly looked at the wall and a small piece of cork had fallen off, leaving a tiny red spot of paint. Sally was excited that she was able to do it.
"Good. Very good, Sally," said Wanda, warmly.
"Try it by yourself this time."
Sally concentrated on her technique as she raised her arm back. She felt a good feeling surge through her as the whip crackled the wall. She knew she did not have to look at the wall to see if some more cork was removed. She knew it would be.
Sally remembered the few times that she played basketball, and took some outside shots. When everything went right on her shot and the follow through, she just knew the ball would go in the hoop without looking to see. That's how she felt when she cracked the whip. But, she looked anyway. There was another little red spot close to the other one. Sally was delighted at her accuracy. She leaned back and took another wallop at the wall. A piece of cork fell off between the other two spots and made one big red spot. Sally looked at the spot and thought how much it reminded her of blood. She hit the wall again, and again. A few more red spots appeared. Now, Sally tried to aim where the whip would hit. She soon realized that she could control the spot where she wanted to hit just by a slight little movement of her wrist or hand. She practiced a while longer, and soon was able to pinpoint with an almost deadly precision just where she wanted the whip to hit, and she began to draw patterns on the wall.
It was obvious that Sally had a natural talent with the whip.
"Now, I'm really good at it, after about a half hour of practice, only." Her confidence started to return, and Sally was waxing ecstatic. "Wow, soon I might be as good as Wanda," thought Sally. Wanda, who had been watching her protege with pleasure, said, "I've never seen anyone learn that quickly, before. You really have a soft touch, kid."
Sally swelled with pride.
Sally was thankful for the flattering words. Coming from an expert such as Wanda, Sally was very, very pleased.
"Well, I guess you're ready to take a shot at her," Wanda said, nodding in the direction of the lowly Angelique.
Sally, who had forgotten about the things up her ass after all the successful whipping practice, now noticed them again as she began to walk towards her live victim.
Now, with her added confidence, Sally asked, "Is it all right if I take these things out now?"
"Wait, I'll take them out. Bend over," said Wanda.
Sally did as Wanda requested. Wanda walked up behind Sally and put her hands on Sally's back, feeling the smooth white skin, and ran her palms and fingers over Sally's back.
Sally appreciated the soothing feeling that Wanda gave her, and said, "Mmmmmmm, that feels so nice, Wanda. I really like you." Sally really meant that, too. She was able to have respect for her, probably one of the few times in her life that she was able to treat someone else as an equal, even for a brief instant, and not have to worry whether she was superior or inferior to her.
CHAPTER THREE
When Sally returned home in the middle class section of Canarsie, the sun had already come up. Sally took her time about going into her house, enjoying the beautiful late spring morning and her added ways in discovering her identity. Sally was really conscious now of finding out who she was. The former deeply troubled girl was now ready and willing to come to terms with herself, but she did so without thinking out the words. She remembered how she felt about analyzing things that should not be analyzed.
All she would do is feel.
It was Saturday and Sally did not have to go to school. She saw Steve walk by in the street and just gave him a look of contempt and walked up Rockaway Parkway towards the bay.
Sally looked into the dirty water and felt fresh and relaxed at the scene. Some kids were riding around on their bicycles and playing ball on the grass strip next to the water. A rubber ball landed near Sally and she returned it to a fourteen year old kid who she recognized as a classmate in her history class.
"Thanks, Sally," he said.
"Oh, hi Ed," she said to him.
"I didn't know you knew my name," said the boy, obviously elated that someone as pretty as Sally would acknowledge his existence.
"Why, Ed Smider, you're one of the smartest kids in history. Why shouldn't I know your name?"
"Well, you're so pretty and all, I didn't think you cared about me."
"Well, I do, Ed," Sally said seductively.
The shy boy just blushed and didn't even hear some of his friends yelling at him to retrieve the ball. Now, four other kids from their school came over. But they all weren't as shy as Ed.
"Hey, who's your girlfriend?" said Gino Cimono, a kid Sally recognized as some young greaser trying to make a reputation for himself. Sally didn't like him.
"Fuck off, punk!" Sally told Gino.
"You're a real hard bitch, huh?" said Gino.
Ed just stood around, not saying anything. He was interested in the confrontation that had just developed. Josephine, Sally's nemesis from way back walked over and put her arm around Gino.
"Oh, so now Josephine has come down to take a fourteen year old kid for a boyfriend. Well, I'll still show her that things haven't changed. Rather, I'll show her that they have changed, but for the better. For the better on my part, and for the worse on her part."
Sally's plan started to go into effect.
"Hard enough for you, little boy," said Sally to Gino. "You couldn't even get me hot with his dick," she said to him, and glanced at Ed.
Ed was about to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. He knew that was the right thing to do.
"Come on, leave the bitch alone, Gino," Josephine said to him, and tried to pull him away. She started to get worried when Gino shook her arm off of him, and said "Oh, yeah?" to Sally. "Yeah!"
"Yeah?" he said, walking up a little closer to Sally. "Yeah!" she said and walked right up to him so her nose almost touched his. She stared real hard into his eyes, waiting for him to make the next move.
Gino stepped back a drop and said "Yeah?" again.
"This is getting rediculous. Either put up or shut up, punk," Sally said sternly.
"You just name the place and say when. I'm ready anytime you are," said Gino, trying to put some conviction in his voice.
"What's the matter with right now?"
"That's all right with me," Gino said, doing his best to maintain his hitter image he needed as an excuse for some basic insecurities.
"You got a place?"
Gino hesitated at Sally's question. He tried to think of some way to get out of it and still save face. "You're lucky that my parents aren't working today. Otherwise, I'd show you a thing or two," he said rubbing his balls. Ed finally spoke up, and said, "No one's home in my house. My parents are in Florida for two weeks."
Gino looked at Ed with the evil eye. He just glared at him, and almost wheeled off and belted him, but he was able to control himself.
"Let's go," he said and started to walk off.
"Why don't you come too, Josephine? And bring your friend," Sally said, motioning towards another girl standing nearby, who Sally knew to be one Sandy Amoras, a girl the age of Josephine and Sally.
The five of them walked up to Ed's spacious house. It was a long walk to the big private house on the southern end of Bedford Avenue, but the weather was warm and it gave Sally some more time to let her confidence and will power come to the surface.
She was sure that Gino would be as easy as Steve and by himself he wouldn't be worthwhile, but now there were four others and it would be good practice for Sally to try manipulating them and let them recognize her greatness.
Not much was said on the way there. With every step he took, Gino was getting more scared and Josephine was beginning to realize how she was losing her hold on him. Sally noticed that with her keen sense of perception. But that wasn't exactly what Sally wanted because if the two of them recognized how scared they were of Sally they might try to team up against her and it would be harder to overcome two people. But if they were able to convince Ed and Sandy to team up against her it might get really difficult. But Sally's confidence was such that she was not even worried that she couldn't handle all four of them.
Sally really didn't have a prepared plan on the exact methods she would use over them to cause them to admit defeat and her greatness, but she would just let it emerge. The only thing she would constantly be aware of, she told herself, is never to lose her confidence and be ready to call upon her second wind and dynamic energy that she found she possessed due to her experiences with Steve and Wanda and Angelique. Also, her knowledge and natural feel for the complexities of human behavior and sexuality.
Now all of you readers, sit back and listen. Let's find out if Sally was able to emerge victorious.
The five teenagers walked into the large basement of the house very silently and stood around as if there were eggs all over the floor. That is, it was as though they were walking on eggs.
They all waited around looking from one face to another to see who would make the first move.
No one wanted to be first.
Ed, who was a virgin of course, rubbed his wet palms on the sides of his pants, hoping for some kind of action that would turn him on and possibly cause him to be ranked right up there with the main hitters and greasers of his school, like Gino. He looked at Sally's pretty face and saw the look of determination there. Then he looked at Gino and thought that Gino was also ready to do some kind of battle. However, Ed's perceptions weren't as sharp as Sally's and he could not tell that Gino was pretty much terrified of the situation. Ed really liked Sally, especially for the nice way she talked to him before, even though she did make that crack about his dick. He kind of hoped that Sally would win the battle, if indeed there was to be a battle, but he would try not to let Gino know that.
Sally instinctively knew his position in the matter.
Ed just figured that Sandy and Josephine were there for window dressing, but he liked the idea that those popular and good looking girls were in his house. They would have to recognize him, now! They did know who's house they were in, at least.
The silence almost seemed deafening in the large room. No one as yet spoke a word.
Sally stepped forward now. The room grew tense.
She walked directly up to Gino, ignoring the other people in the room. She put her hands on her hips. She spoke:
"All right, punk. Just exactly what did you have in mind?"
Gino stood up next to her. She stared him in the eye real hard as he moved. Gino recognized that Sally was trying to grin him down. He hoped she was bluffing.
"Just you get out of those tight threads and spread your legs, bitch," Gino said with the conviction he had acquired from that much memorized line.
All eyes turned to Sally now. How could she reply? Gino had called her bluff and now she had to play her cards.
Sally still stared directly into Gino's eyes and unbuttoned her top button of her tight pink shirt.
A hush came over the other four people as she did so. Then Sally unbuttoned the next button of her shirt, revealing some interesting cleavage.
She stopped.
"Well, are you just going to stand there like a drooling idiot, or show us what you got inside your pants," was her reply to the drooling Gino.
When Sally said that, Ed looked up because he thought she was talking to him. He had begun to lick his lips, too. You see, not only was Ed a virgin, but he had never even seen a naked girl before.
Gino started to undress. He took off his leather belt with the big oucicle, making everyone there see how the belt might be used as a weapon.
Sally, now for the first time felt a little quiver. "O.K., he's putting on a game show. That will just make it a little more interesting."
Gino, after whipping the belt out of his pants, smiled all around the room and also at Sally. He tried to probe her face for some sign of weakness, but he found nothing he could use in her hard poker-faced manner. "All right," he figured, "I got to try to psyche this bitch out." He unzipped his dungarees with the metal stars running down the sides, and took them off.
Standing there in only his black underpants now, he put his hands on his hips, stood up straight, looked directly at Sally,' and said, "O.K., it's your move, bitch."
Sally didn't move. That is, move in any direction that Gino thought she might. Looking him directly in his eyes, she moved her head up and down his body, looking at his fly for an extra few seconds.
When she did that Gino felt like putting his hands around himself and shivering. However, the other three people in the room motivated him, whereas, alone, he probably would have done that and fell down and kissed Sally's feet. But he just stood there, and showed Sally, by his expression that he was waiting for her.
Sally, who had hoped for an early knockout right there, gave Gino credit for being gamer than she thought. She spread open her shirt where she had earlier unbuttoned it, showing a little more cleavage and some of the lighter colored skin of her tits.
The . audience saw the move and all wondered what Sally would do next.
"You do it," she said in her strong monotone, signifying that she wanted Gino to unbutton the rest of her shirt.
Gino walked right up to her, so close that they could feel each others breath. He looked down at her cleavage.
Ed pressed his hard-on down with both hands, breathlessly waiting for the next move.
Gino put his hands on the lapels of Sally's shirt. He spread her shirt open as wide as it could go without tearing it. He looked at her white skin, and saw the contours of her breasts outlined through her shirt. He reached for the next button, all of them realizing that when the button opened, Sally's pretty tits would come bouncing out.
Gino started to work his fingers to open Sally's button, but his hands started to shake. He fumbled around like a real schmuck, trying to open the button. He was getting so frustrated that he thought he might piss in his pants.
"Fuck it!" he yelled. He grabbed the lapels of Sally's shirt and tore it open for all to see.
Edward pressed heavily on his erection in his pants at the sight. But he could not control his throbbing cock as it started to spurt his come into his pants.
Sally, obviously startled by Gino's maneuver, showed her first sign of weakness. She screamed a little. Just a little "ooh" but it was all that Gino needed to gain the leverage he needed and help restore his confidence. Josephine was somewhat ambivalent at the latest development. She was happy that Sally was showing weakness, but jealous that Sally's beauty caused Gino to do what he did next.
Gino lunged at Sally now closing his arms around her, and forcing kisses on her lips. He held Sally's struggling face and body with all his might, and then grabbed and squeezed her tits, putting them into his mouth as Sally vainly tried to fight him off. He was feeling and kissing every inch of Sally's upper body, and then began to tear at her denim cut-offs. He was able to unsnap her button and wrestle the squirming and cursing Sally to the floor.
Sally, realizing that it was futile to try to match her physical strength against the much stronger Gino tried to think of a way to prevent what she thought was going to happen to her. But she came up dry. Sally was really scared now, and everyone there knew it, and Sally knew that they knew but there was nothing that she could do about it.
Gino was really going at it. He was treating Sally as though she were a rag doll, pulling her shorts down to her ankles as she lay on her back and made' her feet go up in the air, and Sally only had on her pink panties now as GinO finally dragged her shorts off over her sneakers. Sally tried to run and grabbed on to a pillar as Gino grabbed the elastic band of her panties and pulled. But they would not tear, and so Gino grabbed Sally around her waist and pulled her off the pillar, her fingers grasping air now.
Sally was still not ready to accept the fact of her impending rape without a struggle, and she lashed out at Gino with her foot, trying to kick him in the balls, but Gino's quick reflexes enabled him to catch her foot be the ankle. Grabbing onto her ankle, he made Sally hop around on one foot, her large breasts bouncing as she maintained her upright but awkward and degrading position.
Sandy put her hands over her eyes feeling humiliation for Sally, too, thinking that Sally let her down. Ed, who still had his hands over his pants covering the stain, noticed Sandy, but he also saw her peeking at the action through a crack in her fingers over her eyes, and thought it interesting.
Josephine's hearty laughter could be heard by all.
Sally fell on her back now, and tried to cross her legs, but Gino was too strong. He pried her legs open. He reached down to the ends of her panties, stepping between her spread open legs, and tugged at her panties. Sally's beautiful twat was now revealed to all. She had been exposed. She tried to put on a air of proud confidence for them all, but it was no use. Her beautiful body would not cause anyone to drop on their knees now, except maybe Ed, but even he, too, was getting excited by Sally's plight, and was drooling at the sight of her wide open beaver. Gino got the pink panties off Sally's legs and threw them in Ed's face who took a few prolonged sniffs, trying to be funny, and he did cause Josephine to laugh even harder. From the corner of her eye, Sally noticed Ed do that, and was even more degraded that a little schmuck like him could help make her seem foolish.
Sally was almost ready to give in to Gino, but the thought of him standing over her, and her saying "thank you, you're such a real man," so repulsed her..
She was almost totally debased, almost totally helpless. She had to think fast.
She had hoped his cock would be so very tiny, so she might try to intimidate him that way, but when Gino took off his underwear she saw a full grown cock of more than eight inches. Sally actually liked the look of Gino's throbbing member, and considered letting the grinning Gino have his way with her, and she might have if they were alone, but Sally's reputation was at stake now. If she gave in, she probably would become Gino's girl, and at least it would be a victory over Josephine, but Sally wanted more. Yes, Sally wanted more, and she was willing to gamble her whole honey pot for the stakes, victory over all.
Suddenly Sally had a thought flash into her mind, that it was so simple she wondered why she hadn't thought of it already. It was because she let herself get into such a panic that she could think of nothing else except the present moment in its most superficial state.
Sally was finally able to compose herself now, and lay back with open arms and waited for Gino to mount her and enter her.
Gino, thinking Sally had given up and was ready to accept his authority, glanced around the room, took some bows, and grinned lecherously at the audience. He bent down to Sally, "Don't worry, baby, I won't be too rough," and Sally felt the warmth of his body upon her, and she used her willpower to still feel repulsed by him, but she just smiled at Gino, and Gino looked at her seductive features one last time, before he started to probe for Sally's opening, "You're gonna ge a great fuck, baby, just do that nice and easy now," he said as Sally reached to his cock and helped to guide it right up to her twat.
"There, there, just one second, and you're gonna get the best fuck of your life," Gino said as Sally held his big thick cock in her grip.
"Do you want to fucking bet, you Goddam pig!" Sally said real slow to him, all of her highest confidence returning to her, as she squeezed his nuts in her hand with all of her strength. The tables had turned so suddenly that everybody just looked at the sight with their mouths open, not being able to comprehend at first what had happened.
That is, all except Gino who was writhing on the ground, doubled up in pain.
Sally slowly got up, and casually brushed off her arms and stood over Gino like a conquering hero.
Anyway that is how Sandy saw her, as she took her hands away from her eyes and laughed silently at Gino, the epitome of Male Chauvinist Pigism, now reduced to the status of a slave. Ed, who looked at super Sally thought to himself, wow, what a woman, as he looked at her regal posture in a state of awe.
Sally looked around the room and was able to perceive the looks of admiration in the faces of Ed and Sandy, but she was able to see the not yet won over Josephine. Of, course, Josephine was glad that Gino had been brought down a drop, but that would also mean that her status would also be proportionately lowered if she continued to go out with him. But Sally was able to tell that Josephine begrudged her her victory, and would still be a somewhat formidable force to deal with in the future if she did not make a move now and get Josephine now, when the opportunity was there.
It is not that Sally wanted Josephine to love her. She didn't even care if she hated her. What she wanted was for Josephine to stand in awe of her the same way that Ed did, or something similar to that, or like the way Sally felt about Wanda. That is the way Sally wanted Josephine to feel about her But how would she go about it. Sally wasn't sure, but she just wanted to get it in her mind what her goal was now. She said it to herself. TARGET: JOSEPHINE.
You've always been a goddam tramp ever since I've known you." Josephine's venom really started to pour out, and she assailed Sally with every sort of curse word she knew. Sally just stood there smiling as Josephine's years of frustrations poured out at her, but Sally was immune to her invectives and Josephine started to repeat herself, ". . .You goddamn fuckin' bitch, I hate you, you fuckin' fuck, you," and Josephine, still not getting the satisfaction from her wasted words, ran over to Sally and started to claw at her and pull her hair, as they wrestled to the ground.
Sally fought back. This would have to be it, she thought. She would have to beat her lifetime arch-rival right here and now, one against one in what Sally was ready and willing to see as a fight to the finish, to the death.
First, as the two girls struggled, Sandy came running over and tried to pull Josephine off, but Ed spoke up and said, "Let them fight. It's my house," and looked on in excitement, hoping that his Oueen, Sally would win ' Sandy's civilized nature was easily pushed back into her bosom , and she proceeded to sit down and watch the barbaric spectacle, also rooting for Sally, equating Josephine as a dupe of the M.C.P. Gino.
The two girls struggled on the ground, Josephine having the initial advantage, mainly due to her surprise attack, although Sally said to herself that she should have expected Josephine to do something like that, but now was no time to think of "I should have done."
Sally looked up at Josephine sitting on her chest, and pinning her shoulders down on the floor, while digging her nails into Sally's face. Luckily for Sally, Josephine did not have as long nails as some women, otherwise Sally would have been a bloody mess. There were still a few scratch marks though, and Sally tried to kick her feet out and up at Josephine and wiggle her naked body all around in order to get Josephine off of her, but Josephine was determined, too, and hung on, holding onto Sally's long blonde tresses to keep her balance. Sally could almost feel her roots being pulled out of her head, and the pain so stimulated her that she was able to roll Josephine off of her, and stand up, although Josephine still held Sally's hair in her hands.
Edward wondered how Sally would get out of the hold, and even considered stepping in to break it up, but thought better of it, and sat back and watched the action. Ed equated his proposal to lend a hand in the action to that of the Roman Gods he read about in Homer, who would lend an invisible hand to one of their favorite warriors. Edward always felt cheated when one of his heroes would win because of that, so he just sat back and hoped Sally would find a way to get out of her bondage on her own.
As the two girls circled about the room, Josephine guiding Sally with her hands, their teeth clenched in rage, and panting heavily, Sally thought she saw an opening. She tried to kick at Josephine's cunt, but Josephine moved swiftly for the big girl she was and still holding onto Sally's hair went around to her behind, and pulled her head back, forcing Sally to her knees.
Sally screamed out in agony, as Josephine took one hand off her hold on Sally's hair, as she screamed on her knees with her head held back, and also got down behind Sally, and tugged further on her hair. Sally could almost hear her scalp being torn by Josephine's strong clutches. Now, with her free hand, Josephine went for the icing on the cake.
She grabbed Sally's right tit, and squeezed and pulled and yanked, as if she were trying to rip it off her chest. The anguished Sally, realizing that Josephine also was playing for keeps, tried to shake her head, in order to shake out the cob-webs, and think of what to do. Not only was her reputation at stake now, but also her life was at stake, as Sally screamed in pain, feeling a ripping type feeling coming from her breast.
Sally could not see her tit because her head was pulled back so, but she noticed that Josephine had to stand in a kind of awkward position! in order to pull her hair back, and pull on her tit at the same time.
Sally felt horrible. She had done so much. To lose it all now would destroy her. Sally's lifelong nemesis looked down on her and grinned.
"I've waited so long for this." Josephine said.
Sally saw that her only hope was to try for one of Josephine's feet, and she would have to do it in a hurry. She did not have much time left. Sally saw the final chapter of her life about to close unless she could act quickly.
Sally reached out with her right hand, and tried to grab onto Josephine's thigh, but Josephine moved it out of the way.
Was Sally's short life to end here? She wondered as she felt her tit start to get almost numb from the pain. Sally almost hoped she would lose consciousness, so that her dismemberment, her disfiguration, her amputation would be painless.
Sally looked at Josephine's hand clenched on her tit, with a grip that was determined to hold on even if her hand were cut off. Sally tried to pull Josephine's wrist away, but that only made it worse, and Sally was almost hopelessly in despair, as she slowly slid her hand down Josephine's wrist, and could feel the quickened pulse beat in Josephine's finest moment. Weakened, Sally tried to do one last thing. She put her nail, short as it was into Josephine's wrist, trying to get a pressure point, but this only made Josephine more angry and she really squeezed her tit. "Owwwwwwww," yelled Sally, but still held on to her wrist.
"Poor Sally," thought Ed. "She is going to be maimed for life in a moment." A tear started to swell up in his eye, as his new Goddess was about to go down in defeat.
Sally now, more determined than ever, dug her thumb as far as she could into Josephine's wrist.
But Josephine, so gratified with her apparent victory over Sally, concentrated on her victim and tried to put the slight pain in her wrist out of her mind. She had toyed with Sally long enough. She was ready for the kill. Just as she was about to reach down into her abdomen for that something extra to pull Sally's tit off, she felt a twinge of pain in her wrist.
It wasn't enough to make her stop, but it did get her attention. She looked down at Sally and tried to shake Sally's hand off her wrist, at the same time shaking Sally's tit.
Sally just pressed her thumb in Josephine's wrist as hard as she thought she could.
Josephine, aware of Sally's pressure on her wrist tried to bear the pain, in favor of her more painful hold on Sally's tit and golden locks. But, Josephine started to concentrate on her wrist too much, now. Sally sensed this. She felt Josephine's grip on her tit soften a little.
Slowly x ever so slowly, Sally started to regain an extra strength she didn't even know she had. Remembering how she endured the pain inflicted on her by Steve, Sally now used the utmost of her concentration to try to block out the pain she was feeling.
She saw a vision of Angelique before her, begging Wanda to whip her, and sigh at one of the lashes of the whip. Sally was now able to use her pain as an advantage.
Now, almost relishing in the joy of her suppressed pain, Sally dug deep into Josephine's wrist.
She heard Josephine moan slightly, and that really turned Sally on. She squeezed even harder now. Sally was able to put a goal in her head again. That was to squeeze Josephine's wrist so hard, that she wanted to feel her thumb touch her fingers on the other side of Josephine's wrist.
Sally noticed now that Josephine's fingers had slowly started to open around her breast. Sally grit her teeth and exerted her every last ounce of strength into her thumb, using every power of concentration she had and trying to transfer it to her thumb and other fingers, as if her mind or her brain, or her great driving force, her cunt, were now all working inside Sally's thumb.
Josephine's hand began to loosen it's grip on Sally's breast to the extent, now, that there was only minimal pressure on her tit.
Josephine made an agonizing animal like sound as she realized what was happening.
Now her whole hand was off Sally's breast. Sally held Josephine by the wrist and started to lift her hand away, still keeping the pressure on. Still on her knees, Sally slowly began to rise very slowly, careful not to let go of her grasp on Josephine's wrist, and ready for any sudden movement Josephine might make. Josephine tried to pull Sally back down by tugging on her hair, but Sally smiled inside herself at the pain, and kept rising slowly.
Josephine, realizing that she could not go on in that much pain, let go of Sally's hair, and twisted her wrist free from Sally's grip.
But, now the two girls were even. Sally was free of Josephine's clutches, and slowly circled her, and Josephine did the same.
Edward, watching the action, could not restrain himself, "Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy," he shouted, seeing his beloved escape her torment. Sandy too, did not try to prevent a big grin from coming to her face.
The open show of partisanship in Sally's favor excited her.
She looked for an opening at which to strike at Josephine. Josephine, scared now, that the tide of the battle had turned, still would not easily give up. Biding her time, to try to let the pain in her wrist go away, she went on the defense now, determined to prevent Sally from gaining another foothold on her.
Sally studied the situation carefully. Although bruised, Sally did not let it enter into her mind.
Sally began to pant heavily now, trying to let her energy restore itself.
Confident that she was at the strength she needed, Sally took one last deep breath, getting ready to strike.
Then letting out her breath, with a tremendous shout, Sally pounced on Josephine. She grabbed onto Josephine's face with both her hands, and started to dig her fingers into Josephine's closed eyes, as Josephine howled in pain.
Next, Sally knead Josephine in the groin, right at the slit of her cunt, and Josephine doubled over.
She was beaten, and she knew it and Sally knew it, as she continued to dig into Josephine's eyes.
Josephine, realizing the tide had turned for the inevitable worse, let her body go limp as Sally continued to dig, pushing Josephine's eyeballs into her sockets. Sally lifted Josephine up by pressing up with her fingers in her eyes. Then she kicked her in the cunt with her knee again. Josephine, wishing to die, could not withstand the pain and was forced to howl again, letting the happy Sally know that there was still signs of life in her. Super Sally now tore open Josephine's shirt, exposing her big flabby breasts. Then she pulled the pants off Josephine's limp body. Josephine fell to the floor, blinded and naked.
But Sally wanted more.
Seeing her helpless victim spread out on the floor, Sally almost lost control. She stepped on Josephine's back and started to jump up and down on her, Super Sally's super tits bouncing up and down for Ed's pleasure.
Josephine rolled over in agony, and Sally started to' dance on her front, hitting her cunt and tits and face and belly with the continuous dancing of her jumping feet.
Gino, still doubled up in pain and writhing on the floor during the whole fight tried to roll over to his girlfriend, but Sally only jumped on him too, laughing as she did, and landing on his balls again. Sally, realizing her revenge might start to get out of hand, and not wanting to lose her audience, thought of a way to involve them in the fun. She noticed Sandy smiling at the show and smoking a cigarette. She called her over. Sally took the cigarette from Sandy and put it on the tip of Gino's cock.
"Owwwwwwww," he cried, as he squirmed from the added pain, and grabbed his singed flesh with his hands. She gave the cigarette back to Sandy and looked at her.
Sandy looked down at the miserable Gino, and saw all the years of discrimination and prejudice and bigotry and sexism on the tip of Gino's cock. Then she looked at Sally's dedicated eyes and saw her savior, the protector, the vanguard of her sex, and bent down and put out the cigarette on Gino's cock.
Sandy felt delighted for her final touch. She had become part of the action. She was no longer a spectator. She pressed her cunt with her hands and squealed.
Next, Sally asked Sandy for another cigarette, which she lit. Taking a puff from it, she looked down at Josephine who was more conscious and aware than Gino. Sally was glad. "You can't beat a dead horse," she thought.
She rolled Josephine over to her front and bent down to her. Josephine still had enough left in her to put her hands around her breasts.
Sally singed the hairs on her pussy, and touched her clit with the red hot cigarette. Josephine twisted and contorted her body and yelled a howl of excruciating anguish. But her travails were not yet over.
Josephine looked up at Sally. The realization that there would be more anguish and also humiliation overpowered her.
Sally now bent over Josephine again. "Kiss my foot." Sally told her. Josephine struggled to lift her head, but complied.
Then Sally kicked her in the face, and the blurred vision of Josephine was finally able to see the supremity of Sally, and she lay back her head.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next few days, Sally slept deeply, and peacefully. Her dreams were non-existent. She would sometimes think back to the recent turn of events during the past few days and swoon and masturbate herself with a satisfaction that could almost be termed spiritual. The lust and gluttony Sally just chalked up to a small sidelight of her rebirth. At school, Sally was starting to get rave notices due to the spreading of the gospel by her first two disciples, Edward the schmuck, and Sandy. Gino and Josephine and Steve also looked up to Sally now with fear and respect.
But Sally wanted more.
Sally had not seen Wanda since that first meeting at Wanda's pad near the Junction, and was hoping that she would meet her again.
But she had no way of contacting her, and the apartment was vacant when Sally chanced to call on her beloved Wanda.
One thing that Sally did however, was go to Times Square (Times Queer) and purchase a magnificently stitched Cat o' Nine Tails. She would spend an hour each day sharpening her aim and accuracy and precision and force.
Sandy, Edward and Gino and Steve had spread the news of the coming of Sally so rapidly that she was much in demand by people at her school. They were people who seemed eager to believe Sally and people who did not believe her greatness and wanted to see for themselves and others who were jealous of her and wanted to challenge her.
Edward's basement was starting to turn into a manger, there was so much shit going on there. Most of Sally's victims were easy, and she would hardly have to struggle. Practice was starting to make Sally perfect.
Sally had received a big challenge though, one day that she was not able to turn down. It seems as though a group of girls, Paula, Joanne, and Arbor, had combined together against Sally and were plotting her downfall. When Edward the schmuck relayed the rumor of the challenge, Sally decided to take matters in her own hands and attack. The best defense is a good offense, thought Sally.
Sally was able to get Edward to invite the three girls to Edwards' basement. The pretense of the invitation was a conference to iron out some peace terms for the four of them that would be totally acceptable for them all. Of, course, Sally had in her own mind what would be totally acceptable for her, which was a total and irrevocable victory over the three bitches.
In attendance at that fateful encounter were Steve and Gino and the scarred Josephine, and Edward and Sandy. However, Paula, Joanne, and Arbor also brought another girl to be on their side, Judy.
Sally looked at the four girls, trying to figure out who the leader might be, but it didn't seem as though any of them had leadership qualities among them, so Sally picked on the oldest, Arbor. Arbor was 22, and had a child by the name of Issac. Arbor had married at the age of fourteen, and a long seven years later her child came. The other three girls were still in their teens.
Looking directly at Arbor, Sally said, "All right honey, what's the problem?"
"I don't think there is going to be any problem, honey" Arbor replied with a tinge of wit. But Sally wanted to show that she knew the situation in all its complexities and would be blunt right from the start. She would not mince words, and would hit the nail directly on the head from the start.
"Well, let's get one thing straight. No one says things behind my back and gets away with it."
Somewhat surprised by Sally's directness, Arbor fumbled for a moment, and said, "Who's saying things behind your back, Sally?"
"You are!"
"I never said anything about you and neither did my friends," Arbor said looking at her cohorts. Paula shook her head and so did Joanne, but Judy remained stoic.
Sally now pushed past Arbor and walked directly to Judy. "You got something on your mind?" Sally said.
"Some of us think that you are getting a little too big for your britches, dear."
"Well what do you propose to do about it," Sally told her.
Judy the redhead replied. "I think you need to be brought down a little. I don't think you're as tough as you think."
Now the other three girls walked up to Judy, gaining confidence in Judy.
Sally walked over to the couch and took her whip from Edward the schmuck. She fingered the tails with a smirk on her face.
The whole place wondered what super Sally was going to do. Three of her counterparts moved back a drop, but Judy remained steadfast.
"What the hell do you think you're going to do with that toy?"
So, Sally thought. Judy would be the one who would be the spokesman for them.
Sally's retort was simple and direct. "Why, beat you with it, of course. What else?"
Judy was surprised, to say the least, and her expression changed, losing the hardness she had glued on to her face. There was silence as no one moved.
"Well, I see you have a whole crowd to help you," came Judy's reply.
"Oh, no. They're just here to bear witness. They will not get involved until it's over," Sally assured her "Then how do you propose to beat the four of us by yourself?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Let me see that thing," said Judy, holding her hand out.
"Tell you what. I'm going to show you how fair I can be. I'll let each of you go first."
"Huh?"
"You heard me. You can each have two shots on my naked back. Then I will only take two shots on your back. Then we'll proceed from there."
Judy looked at her comrades, and they all nodded their heads.
"Well, what happens if you can't continue?" Judy said.
"Well, that's the idea of it. If I can't continue, I lose my turn. And if you can't continue, you lose your turn. I will be the last one left, I assure you, and you will have a chance to back out now if you each kiss my feet."
Arbor waited for Judy to look back at them to see what their collective answer would be, but Judy was too insulted by Sally and did not consult.
"Take your clothes off," she told Sally fingering the whip.
"Good," replied Sally, and started to undress.
Of course, Edward started to press down on his pants as the miracle of Sally's beautiful body was revealed.
Standing proud and naked, Sally looked each of the four girls in the eye, and bent down on her knees and hands. She smiled at her disciples to tell them that everything would be all right.
Paula was selected to go first. Paula nervously took the whip in her hand and held it down on her side. She lifted it up and like the way most girls throw a baseball she struck Sally's back. Obviously she did not know how to use a whip, and Sally winked at Edward, who seemed a little nervous, as the tails skidded along her back. The next lash also fluffed along Sally's strong back, and Sally thought it was like a back scratcher.
"Well, Paula, I'm waiting. When are you going to hit me already."
Paula huffed and turned her back on Sally in embarrassment. Sally's friends laughed slightly. Paula next handed the whip to Joanne. Joanne spit on her hands and rubbed them together, almost as if she were baptizing herself. Joanne was a bigger girl than Paula, and she seemed as if she could put a lot of force behind the whip. She leaned back with the whip. The strike made a sound on Sally's back that let everyone know that it was no feather. But Sally did not flinch. She felt it, though, but she knew that the sound was not as sharp as it could be, and therefore was almost wasted. Joanne took another shot and the blow came down hard, but also without the clarity of sound that is the mark of an expert. Sally absorbed the lash serenely.
Now it was Judy's turn. She took the whip from a shaking Arbor. Judy was the most willing of the four, and she had a big grin on her face which Sally saw. "Good, that will make it even better," Sally thought, looking at the redhead.
Judy leaned back and let it go. The whip flew out of her hand as it struck Sally's back. It was a hard blow, much like the style of Arbor's. Sally winced as a little red lash mark formed on her back.
. Judy, seeing the possibility of blood, and the first sign of Sally starting to break, now did not wait, but struck again immediately, and the lash opened up a tiny cut. A trickle of blood appeared, but Sally was so happy she almost laughed out loud. It was her last lash.
Sally got up slowly. She didn't even bother to rub. She stood up straight and looked the four of them in the eye, one at a time. Sally saw the fear in them all. This was going to be easier than she thought. Edward came up to his Idol and put a white towel around her back, but Sally threw it off and rubbed her cunt in pleasure. Sandy offered Sally some water. Sally accepted, and poured the water down her throat. Sally looked at the glass, and took a bite out of it with her teeth. Sally had learned that trick a long time ago. She chewed the glass as if it were lobster. The whole crowd looked at Sally in awe.
Sally picked up the whip and fingered it. She looked at the wall and lashed at it, the echo of the crisp clear blow shattering the room. Arbor's eyes were bulging in fear. The other three girls looked at one another, but didn't say anything.
Sally noticed Gino smoking a joint. She lashed out at Gino and the whip took the reefer right out of his mouth, without hitting him. She took a toke, and handed it back to the startled Gino.
Next, Sally turned to the four girls, "Who's first?" she said triumphantly. None of them made a move, except Arbor who walked behind Judy.
"Just to show you how fair I am, I'll give you another chance. You can walk out of here without one lash. All you have to do is kiss my foot."
Arbor walked up to Sally and bent down at her feet.
"No, don't!" yelled Judy. Arbor looked up at Judy then at Sally. She kissed Sally's pretty red toenails. Sally held up the bottom of her foot and Arbor kissed it again. Judy kicked Arbor in the ass and she fell over.
"Do you accept me?" Sally asked Arbor.
"Yes," Arbor replied.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, my Lord," came Arbor's spontaneous reply, surprised at herself for saying that. But she believed it to be true.
Sally looked long and hard at Paula now. "I'll save you for last, bitch."
"Does anyone else want to bow out?" Sally asked the other two girls. They said nothing. "All right, you," Sally said, pointing at Paula. "Take your clothes off and hit your knees."
Paula stepped forward, forcing a nonchalant bearing to her countenance. She pulled off her polo shirt, revealing a pair of small pointy tits with small pink nipples. She was very frail, Sally noticed, and it would be easy to open her up, she thought. Paula took her pants off and her panties exposing her black curly pubic hair, upon which there was laughter and snide remarks about Paula's blonde hair on her head.
"Well, I guess you still aren't as natural as you can get," Sally laughed. "Maybe we'll be able to fix that a little later. I don't like imitations," Sally said, fluffing her hand through her own patch of natural blonde locks on her cunt.
"All right let's get on with it, bend down," and the terrified and intimidated Paula complied.
Sally looked at Paula's skinny back and picked out the spot she wanted her strokes to land, the softest part just below the kidney.
Sally leaned back, and with the graceful ease of a ballerina, and the force of a shot putter, she hit her mark.
"Owwwwwww," screamed Paula, and tried to reach her hand around to rub the hit, but she could not reach it. There was a long red mark on her back.
Sally struck again on the same exact spot. Paula screamed and fell down on her face. The mark was opened up now, and blood came out. Sally looked at her audience and there was applause for her.
No one moved to help Paula, who was crying on the floor and looking up at Sally with hatred.
"Now, you," Sally said to Joanne. "Unless you want to change your mind." Joanne debated within herself. She looked at the marks on the devastated Paula. Then she looked at Judy, then at Sally. She realized that there would be lesser strokes. But even so, she just could not comply. She also wondered what it might feel like. Her curiosity got the better of her, even though she saw no hope of defeating Sally under these " terms. Joanne slowly started to unbutton her shirt.
The naked Joanne stood there for all to see. Edward pressed his cock down in his pants. The big girl with the brown hair put her hands over her cunt, ashamed of her nakedness. Then she hit the ground, shaking and waiting for her demise.
Sally picked her spot. Joanne had a lot of meat on her. Sally picked a spot right under her shoulder blade where Joanne's position on the floor made it stick out.
Sally concentrated real hard on the slope of her shoulder blade. She struck in a sliding kind of hit, so the lash of the whip would spread on her shoulder.
"Yeeeoowwwwww," Joanne screamed, as a little piece of flesh was separated from her back. A cut was opened. Sally now had her bulls-eye clearly marked out for her. She hit it. The pain shot through Joanne's shoulder and up to her nerve centers like a flash of lightning. The blood flowed freely from her shoulder. But Sally was disappointed. She had hoped to break through to the bone. Well, another shot or two would do it. I hope I get the chance, Sally thought.
Now, Sally looked at the proud Judy. Judy stared back at her, equally as hard, refusing to look at her wounded comrades.
"And last, but not least.. " Sally said as she raised the whip.
"What if I refuse to let you whip me or kiss your foot," said Judy.
"I'm afraid you do not have that option," instructed the heroine.
"Well, fuck you, bitch, I refuse, and you're not gonna touch me, or I'll kick your goddam ass all over the floor." Judy began to head for the exit.
"Jesus Christ!" said Sally to herself. This is going to be more fun than I thought. Sally lashed out at Judy with the whip, wrapping it around her waist, and tearing her shirt slightly. Just as Judy was about to rush Sally, Sally pulled the whip and spun Judy around. With the quickness of a cat, Sally lashed Judy again, in her face, opening a cut above her forehead. Then as Judy covered up her eyes Sally struck again. This time it was on her jaw, and a big red welt appeared on the side of her face.
In pain, but more from outrage, Judy tried to advance toward Sally. Sally hit her again right on her ribs. Judy screamed in pain this time, but still tried to grope her way towards Sally, with her hands outstretched, only rubbing the tattered cloth of her shirt slightly.
With the lightening like flurries, that was reminiscent of the jabs of Muhammed Ali, Sally struck three times on Judy's ribs, tearing the shirt right off her.
Just a simple flick of the wrist enabled her to do that. Stupidly, Judy tried to hide her pretty breasts, more worried that everyone would see her nakedness than she was about getting hit.
There were cheers and bravo's from Sally's admirers, which now included Arbor. Paula now got up off the floor and tried to rush Sally. But Sally was too smart. Sally was in all of her supreme beauty now as she effervesced. Now one could touch her now.
She lashed at Paula's ankles, wrapping the whip around them, and pulling her feet out from under her. Her ass hit the ground hard.
Next she did the same thing to Judy, and she bit the dust too. They were both on the ground now, trying to cover up from Sally's blows. Sally was mainly interested in Judy and continuously at her corduroy pants trying to take them off of her. She hit Judy's legs about fifteen times in a row, each one tearing another piece of material off her pants. Paula would try to get up occasionally, but Sally would just knock her back down and the frustrated Paula would writhe on the ground.
The group was excited now. The whipping was getting them hot.
Judy was still cursing at Sally, as the last of her pants was torn from her body. She now only had on her yellow panties. Sally stopped hitting her long enough to let her get up.
When Judy got up, Sally looked around the room and smiled at her admirers. Suddenly Sally threw her whip all the way up in the air. Judy looked at it for an instant. As she looked up, Sally grabbed Judy's panties with her hands, and pulled them down below her knees and caught her whip with one hand behind her back, and quickly struck Judy in the crack of her cunt from underneath, causing the whip to get stuck in her cunt and ass cracks.
The whole gathering started to scream and whistle. They were slapping each other's palms at the sight of Sally's imagine and masterful display.
Sally felt so good, not from the cheers, mainly, but from her skill, Sally felt real good about that, but she really didn't need that recognition then. She was exulting mainly in her own recognition of an act well performed, it was a marvelous feeling of self-expression, much the same way that Dr. J. might feel after leaping from the foul line and stuffing the basketball through the hoop backward Sally looked down on the ashamed and pained Judy. "Fell for the old look up in the air gag, huh?" she laughed.
Judy was still too frustrated to talk, but tried to get up again. Sally struck at her panties between her legs. She let one of the tails wrap around it, and pulled. Judy's legs went up in the air, as her panties came flying off her. Sally threw the panties to Edward the schmuck who started to sniff them. He held his fingers to his nose, and said "phew!" much to the amusement of his peers.
"Are you ready to get on your knees and take your two lashes?" Sally said to Judy, trying to cross her legs to cover up her cunt. It didn't matter that the bloody girl had already been lashed over fifty times. There was more technique than force behind the strokes, and Sally wanted to get her rightful due.
"Fuck yourself," said Judy. She was too mad, and in need of revenge to consider the thought. "Good," Sally said and lashed her one right on her nipple. Judy screamed, and looked at her tit. When she saw her nipple she screamed. It was still on her tit, but it had been partially lifted. There was a reddish white substance coming from it. Sally did not hit her nipple again yet. She wanted to save it for later. The coup de grace was far off. Judy needed to be taught a lot more discipline.
Sally looked at Paula lying there. "Are you ready to kiss my foot yet?" she asked her. Paula nodded her head. Sally hit Judy a real hard one now to give her something to think about for a while so Paula could kiss her foot. Paula grabbed Sally's calf in both her hands. Sally got scared for a moment that Paula would try to double-cross her, but Paula knew the consequences of the act she contemplated and planted a big kiss on Sally's toe. "Now you are mine." Sally told Paula.
"I will help spread the Gospel," Paula replied, looking up into the deep blue eyes of her master.
"Now you are alone." Sally said to Judy. "All this will be is a contest of how much you can take. I will think that much better of you if you are able to take a lot."
"Go fuck yourself, you cunt."
"Thank you," Sally replied earnestly.
Sally looked up to the heavens and prayed for the inspiration to do a complete work of art on Judy. "Wanda, please help me. Let me do as you would do," Sally said to herself.
The invocation to the Muse appeared to work. Sally took a deep breath, felt some extra power surge within the marrow of her bones and went to work.
Sally waited until Judy lifted her head up. Then she struck. The whip rolled its way around Judy's neck.
"Chhh. Uchhh. Uccchhhht." were the only sounds Judy could make. Sally loosened her hold slightly, but not enough to let her escape her torment. Sally lifted Judy up onto her feet, by pulling on the whip. The whip was now' around her neck the way a choker collar and leash goes on a dog's neck.
Judy tried to move towards Sally, but Sally pulled the leash tighter. "Bad dog!" Sally admonished her pet. Judy stopped her advance when she started to choke again. Sally eased up on the leash.
"Edward!" Sally called. "Get the scissors!"
A look of fright came upon Judy's face. This was the first time all day that Judy showed fright, and Sally was pleased. The rest would be just playing out the string, but Sally wanted to play well.
Edward, who had dashed off, hurried back with the scissors. "Cut her nipple off," Sally said with a winsome smile.
"Nooooooo!! ! " Judy screamed.
"Don't worry about her," Sally told Edward. "I'll do it anyway. You just watch how it's done."
Sally put the scissors around Judy's nipple. It was the one that had been slashed already. Judy looked down at her tit, her mouth open wide in horror, waiting for Sally to close her thumb and index finger. Sally waited. And waited.
The tension grew. The whole audience waited in suspense.
Judy gave one last loud, "Nopooooooooooo!"
Sally laughed. Just before she closed the scissors, she removed it about an inch away from Judy's nipple. At the sound of the scissors closing, Judy slumped to the ground and clutched her chest. She screamed in agony before she realized that Super Sally had not cut off her nipple.
Sally wanted Judy to be conscious of her ordeal, and a missing nipple might be too traumatic for her, so Sally was content with the fright that Judy showed for the moment.
Sally lifted her up again. She put the scissors around Judy's nipple again. She made her go through the same ordeal again. The result was the same, too.
"Cut all of her hair off, Edward. You get a razor and help him, Sandy. You don't need any shaving cream, and I'm sure she won't complain if you use a dull blade."
The whole crowd watched with fascination as Judy's long red hair was cut off her head, and Sandy shaved it off her cunt. There were come nicks, of course, but they couldn't be helped. All laughed as Judy showed her appreciation for her hair styling by screaming in almost melodic tones. As each drop of her red hair fell to the floor, Judy would sob uncontrollably, each cut making her louder than ever.
As Sandy began to shave her head, Edward got a hand mirror so Judy could see what a good job they were doing. However, Judy did not thank them. After her head was completely shorn of every drop of red hair, Sally, who was still holding onto Judy with the whip, said, "I think you should give your barbers a tip. Or at, the very least, you could say 'thank you."
Judy was still in some possession of her senses, as she gaped in horror at her bald pate. She kept her mouth shut, however.
"Well, I can't force you to say thank you," Sally said. Actually, that was true, surprisingly. What Sally wanted was for Judy to say thank you without being forced. It would have to come on her own. That was what Sally was working for now.
Sally bent down and ran her hand lightly across Judy's hairless cunt. She looked like a plucked chicken down there.
Just to test how much more endurance Judy had left, Sally took the leash off of her neck. Judy just stood there, free, and rubbed her neck. Sally held the whip out to Judy. Edward and Sandy backed off a moment, wondering just what the hell Sally was doing.
Judy slowly took the whip from smart Sally. Judy couldn't understand it either, but she didn't question the move. Sally got on her hands and knees.
Judy struck Sally with the whip. Sally felt that there was still some strength in Judy yet. Judy hit Sally again, and there was a tiny red mark near the other one on Sally's beautiful back.
Sally stood up now, and when Judy saw Sally thrust her white pointy bosom at her, fire came into Judy's eyes and lacking any self-control, she lashed at Sally's seductive tits and her chest.
Of course, Sally grabbed the tails of the whip with her hand, and with a jerk pulled it out of Judy's hands. The whip belonged to Sally again, who now found out what she wanted to know. There was still a lot of life in Judy yet. "She's going to make a great pupil when this is over," Sally thought. There was still a lot of time to wait for it to be over, though.
Sally forced Judy down on the ground again. She got Edward and Gino to pin her down. Sally then started to tickle the bottom of Judy's feet. Soon, Judy began to laugh. It was really insane, the whole thing, but it had to go on, was the general feeling. Sally would never run out of ideas, they all thought.
Laughing hysterically, Judy hollered "Stop, stop!" but Sandy walked over and started to tickle Judy under her arms and stomach.
Judy was laughing so hard now, that she couldn't even talk or take time to catch her breath. Tears were streaming down Judy's face. It really turned everyone on, because the whole place was now an uproarious scene of laughter, and everyone was tickling everyone else.
"Cootchie cootchie cooo," they were all saying, while at the same time thanking Sally for letting them have that fun.
The torment of Judy continued. She was so full of rage at her situation, that she struggled and squirmed with the added ferocity of a wounded lion to try to escape her torment.
"Laughter is the best medicine," Sally told her. Edward was having trouble holding on to Judy, she was squirming so violently, and laughing so hard. It was a. contagious giggle that could make anyone laugh just by listening to it.
Sally waved her hand and they all stopped.
Judy still laughed, the sensations still following through. She slowly, gradually stopped shaking and laughing and tried to move, but she was pinned down.
Sally snapped her fingers and the whole process began again. They kept it up longer this time, and the exhausted Judy was just about to pass out from the convulsions her body was going through when Sally waved her hand.
Sally looked down at Judy. Judy looked up at Sally. Sally saw in Judy's eyes that she had admitted defeat. The admission came during the first episode of tickling, but Sally had wanted more, just to be sure.
Sally made Gino and Ed sit down again. Judy did not move, except for a little snicker every now and then. Sally put her foot on Judy's chest and raised her hands in victory. Judy smiled. Sally stepped off and held up her foot for Judy. Judy kissed her soul.
And now there were nine. Edward, Gino, Josephine, Sandy, Steven, Arbor, Paula, Joanne, and Judy. Of course, there were many others who had heard of and admired Sally by now, but these nine would be her vanguard.
Sally looked up at the sky after Judy kissed her foot, and said to herself, "Thank you, Wanda. You spoke to me."
Sally actually felt there was something supernatural about it.
Sally looked at her people. They all looked back at Sally in respect and awe.
"I need a sign," Sally said to all of them. "I must know that you are all ready to accept me and do anything I tell you. Who will volunteer?"
They all stood up, even Josephine and Judy. Sally walked over to Judy and kissed her bloody forehead. "You have done enough for now, my dear."
There was something about Arbor, though, that Sally wanted. It was something that Sally did not have and made her feel a bit uneasy.
"You, Arbor! Step forward!"
Arbor stepped forward. She was proud that Sally had selected her. Arbor was scared and glad at the same time. She was normally a very timid person. Arbor still did not understand how she got mixed up in this. But after watching Sally and feeling the brunt of Sally's venom, she started to get into the sexual overtones of it.
Sally looked at Arbor. Sally wondered how to go about it. How could she be able to possess what Arbor had? she asked herself.
It wasn't that Sally wanted a baby. She hated to care for them. But Sally did not like the idea of someone around her who had a baby. It gave Sally some inferiority feelings.
Sally thought that she was more of a woman than any of them. Sally knew that it was a very womanly act to have a baby. That gave Arbor something to hold over Sally's head.
Of course, Sally knew that Arbor would never intentionally try to intimidate Sally about that. If she did Sally would have to take some pretty drastic action, but that kind of action wasn't really Sally's bag.
There would be times, Sally knew, when Arbor might casually mention that she had to feed her baby or something like that. Also, Arbor might even breast feed her baby.
Sally tried to picture Arbor breast feeding Isaac in front of her. She became insanely jealous at the thought. Even though Sally got off on the fact that she had much bigger tits than Arbor, she thought that Arbor's breast feeding would tend to equalize the difference.
But what could Sally do about it. It began to eat her up inside. Arbor was still standing in front of Sally and waiting. Sally sensed that the people in the basement were growing a little uneasy. They were all waiting for Sally to tell or do something to Arbor. Their fidgeting made Sally a little uneasy too.
The pause was beginning to get a little too long. Sally knew that. It did not help her spirits any when she thought of the term that is used for that kind of awkward gap.
It was a pregnant pause, Sally thought.
She had to do something.
"What the fuck is everyone looking at!" Sally yelled.
The whole group began to stir. They were terrified. They all began to look down on the ground.
Arbor also started to squirm. She was standing right in front of Sally, but she also started to look down at her toes.
Sally stared at Arbor real hard. She looked up and down Arbor's slim body. She stared at Arbor's small tits.
Arbor started to feel a little ashamed at the way Sally looked at her.
Good. Sally thought, she's self-conscious about her body. I'll be able to use that against her.
She would make it final and definite that Arbor was not half the woman that Sally was. Even with the baby, Sally would still be superior to Arbor. That is, if her plan to intimidate Arbor worked.
Sally touched Arbor's tits with her fingers. She squeezed them. They really were tiny titties. They seemed to be nipples that extended from her chest. They were large nipples though.
Arbor started to squirm a little when Sally squeezed her tits. Sally grinned at Arbor.
"They're not very big, are they?" Sally said.
At the sound of Sally's words, everyone else looked up. They wanted to see what was going to happen.
Arbor did not answer.
"I asked you a question, you flat chested bitch!"
"No, I guess they're not," Arbor said. She looked down at her small tits and put her arms around them.
"How the fuck can you feed your baby with them little buttons?"
Arbor mumbled, but everyone heard it anyway. There were a few snickers when they heard what Arbor said.
"I can't breast feed him. There's not enough milk. They're too small." Arbor started to cry.
Sally would only have to rub it in a little further.
She called Edward over to her and whispered something to him.
Edward dashed off and returned in an instant. He handed Sally a yellow tape measure.
Arbor looked up at Sally. When she saw the tape measure, a slight fear came into her eyes.
"Edward has tits as big as yours, you half-woman!" Sally yelled at her.
"Get up!" demanded Sally.
"Measure my tits, Edward."
Edward put the tape measure around Sally and drooled.
"Thirty seven," he said.
"Now, put your arms out, bitch!"
Arbor complied, but very slowly.
"Measure her. Let's see how much of a woman she is!"
Edward put the tape measure around Arbor's slim body.
"Thirty two and a half," he smiled.
They all started to laugh.
All except Arbor who sank to her knees and cried.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sally still continued to go to school and work in the Easy Moon diner. Weeks passed and Sally's reputation grew. She performed many miraculous things with the whip. She also was able to control fire a little better, too.
In the middle of a chemistry class, Sally put lighter fluid on her arm. Then she lit a match, and a beautiful blue flame appeared on her arm. Sally quickly shook her hand and the flame went out. The whole class stared in awe at the sight, but that was really nothing for Sally. Soon, even the teachers began to be scared of Sally and held her in a special kind of esteem, although many of them did not think Sally to be what they said she was. Many teachers were jealous of Sally's infringement on their authority, and conspired against her. The police were also informed of some of the things Sally did.
Sally began to be harrassed continuously, now. Sally was not scared, and was prepared to win over the authorities, or go down trying. She still continued to work on her job and go to school, mingling with the people as she did so, bringing a lasting joy to many poor and decrepid soul. But Sally took most pleasure in bringing the proud ones down to their knees. The bigger the battle, the greater the victory. Sally had some wounds, but they were healed quickly, and the pleasure obtained in receiving them made Sally ignore the bad parts about them.
There was still something missing in some of the pains Sally endured. She liked the pains. A cut from a lash, some slaps in the face, they were all pleasing to her. But Sally needed a pain that would not be pleasing. She needed it because she realized that some of her enemies might some day try to use them against her
Sally wanted to be immune to them. But, in her small battles, there was no one around to give it to her.
But, where was Wanda? Sally looked high and low for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Her apartment was empty. All the furnishings had been removed. Sally would sit up at night and literally pray for Wanda to contact her.
It was on a Sunday night at the diner that an important change happened in Sally's life. The regular crowd of rejects from the closed down Garfield's Cafeteria were there. But a bunch of people that Sally did not recognize walked in, one at a time. Sally began to suspect something. She continued in her chores. But Sally recognized one of the men who sat down at the table. It was the father of one of the kids who had joined Sally's throng of admirers. He sat down next to three other burly men. Sally knew what they wanted. One of the men motioned for the manager to leave. He did. Sally was there alone.
The biggest of the men walked up to the counter. "Are you the one known as Sally?" he asked her.
Her test was about to begin.
Sally began to finger the whip under the counter, in expectation. She hoped it would not come to that because there were ten big men in the diner that Sally would have to contend with.
"That's me," Sally said, smiling at the man.
"Word is that you perform some pretty funny tricks."
"They're not tricks. I take them very seriously," Sally replied, not backing down.
"Well, let's see one of them. Put on a little show. I want to see if what they say is true."
"I do not do my work here. There must be a noble purpose for my art, if I am to continue."
The man looked hard and long at Sally. He picked up a soda bottle and smashed it on the counter and held the ragged edge of the broken glass at Sally. "This bottle is your noble purpose, you slutty bitch,"he yelled, and the other men got up to look at the confrontation.
Sally looked at the bottle. She agreed that the preservation of her life was a noble purpose. She put her face closer to the bottle. She got up real close to it. She began to study the jagged cut with fascination. What happened next, none of those men will ever forget.
Sally grabbed the large soda bottle in her teeth. She pulled it out of the man's hand. She held it in her hand now. She looked at the crowd watching her. She smiled at them, a most seductive smile, that would have sent most men panting. But they were not impressed. Obviously, they had been warned about her.
Sally knew that she was in a lot of trouble. But she was ready for it. She was eager to take on the challenge.
She did not permit herself to think of the odds that seemed to be stacked against her. There were ten burly men just waiting for the slightest indication to attack Sally. Sally knew how much each of the men wanted to plug her. She would be able to use that knowledge in her favor, she thought.
She would be the seductress and they would be the seductees. Sally planned to use their own lechery against them. She would try to divide them and cause them to turn on each other.
Sally opened the top button of her shirt. She spread her lapels open a little. Sally saw the leering looks on the mens' faces. Soon she would begin to wrap them around her little finger.
Pilot had his mouth wide open. Sally was tempted to stick the bottle in it. But she did not. That may have been her biggest mistake.
Instead, she looked down her shirt and smiled. She looked at her beautiful tits and watched Pilot stand on his toes to try to see.
Sally handed the bottle to Pilot. Pilot looked at the bottle. Then he threw it down on the floor. He reached for Sally, and grabbed her by the shirt, tearing it open, as he dragged her over the counter. The sight of Sally's beautiful boobs sent him into a frenzy, but Sally had managed to grab her whip as she went over the counter, and began to lash out at the charging Pilot. She got it around his ankles and sent him crashing down on the floor, right onto the broken glass, cutting his hands severely. At the sight of their leader on the ground the other men rushed Sally. She valiantly struck at them with her whip, sending three of them to the floor, and two others clutching at their torn eyes. But they were too many for Sally.
They pinned Sally to the table. Two of them held her legs, and two more held her arms. Sally stopped struggling, and tried to prepare herself for what might happen to her. Pilot got up off the floor, and looked down on Sally. He wiped his bloody hands on her face. Sally spit in his eye.
He grabbed Sally's pants, unhooked her belt and pulled them down. When he got it to her ankles, the two men holding her down, let go so her pants could be pulled off.
Sally did a backwards tumble, and was standing on her feet, free of the men. She ran for her whip again, but she was surrounded, as one of the men, stepped on her hand as she bent to pick up the whip. Six big men lifted the struggling Sally up and put her back down on the counter.
She was pinned to the table again. As Pilot pulled her underpants down, the other men began to fondle her tits, squeezing them very hard, and nibbling on her nipples. Sally was repulsed by their smelly odors and their rough attemp at love making, but it didn't seem as if there was anything she could do about it.
Pilot started to take his pants down. Sally almost puked when she saw his large cock twitching at her.
The men let go of her ankles just as Pilot got on top of her. She squirmed and struggled, but Pilot was too big and strong. She tried to cross her legs but some men pulled them apart. She would not let them have any satisfaction.
Pilot tried to pry his enormous hunk into Sally's crack. But she gritted her teeth and used all of her will power and strength not to let the penetration take place. Pilot kept humping at her and rammed his pile-driver into the tender skin of Sally's flesh. The pain was tremendous. She could not stop his thrusts forever, Sally knew, but she would not give up. She did not want them to get any satisfaction from her as long as she could help it. Pilot was breathing heavily, as he jabbed away at her cunt, trying to enter the heavenly kingdom by his force.
Sally put it in her mind to resist to the very end. Her strength would not be compromised, she told herself.
Pilot, slumped down on super Sally, appeared as though he had had it. Sally, grateful, for the break, let her guard down for an instant. In this game of devour or be devoured, that was not the wisest choice for Sally to make, and she would have many second guesses for what happened next. What happened could all be traced to Sally's moment of laziness.
Pilot, sensing that Sally had relaxed, came to life again. He stuck his big ugly ass up in the air, and with the element of surprise, entered into Sally's delicious thrill-giving honey-pot, with a desperation lunge. But he made it.
He sighed the sigh of an animal who had chased a game for centuries, and finally caught it. He was Captain Arab killing Moby Dick. Sally, the Great White Whale, was finally harpooned.
Sally, the Great White Whale yelled with an agony befitting the Great White Whale. The whole crew of the Easy Moon basked in the glory that was theirs.
"Noooooooooo," cried Sally. "How could I have been so stupid?" she asked herself, as Pilot breathed his smelly breath in her face and sighed while fucking Sally. Sally's sore cunt accepted the slime that came from Pilot's big stick. She tried her best not to show any pleasure for the rape. She tried to make her expression convey that she was neither turned on norgratified by the entrance into her. As the big ugly Pilot humped up and down on top of Sally, one of the other surly men, walked around to Sally's face and whipped out his cock. When Sally saw him start to jerk himself off, she spit on his cock, but the brute just laughed at Sally and spit on her face, making sure that it was a good healthy clam filled with mucus that landed upon Sally's innocent, but stoic face. Sally did not give him the satisfaction of crying at the phlegm on her face that spread out over her nose and lips, although she did not open her mouth.
One of the other men was trying to pull Pilot off of Sally so he could have his turn, but Pilot wanted more. The man jerking off on Sally's face yelled out, "Yahooo," and his jism landed in long spurts on Sally's face and neck, mingling with the phlegm, on her lips and nose. Sally was teething with rage, and already plotting some fantastic kind of revenge for the bastards, if she ever got out of that mess.
Pilot finally got off of Sally, mad at the guy who wanted to have a go at her. Another big fat slob got on top of the enraged Sally now, and he started to hammer away at her juicy cunt. Sally fought him all the way, but she was considerably weakened by her last efforts, and had to submit eventually.
"I am going to be ruined, if this keeps up," Sally thought as the cretin continued to infest Sally's hole with his big bony cock. But she could do nothing except be as strong as possible. She was determined not to give any quarter, even if it cost her her life.
As the third man now got on top of Sally, she was so weak, that his cock cut into her cunt after only a couple of thrusts. The pain in Sally's cunt had now reached a point where she could not ignore it. She tried to put it into her head that she should accept the pain and try to like it. However, she was not able to do that completely because of her weakened condition, and the fact that she was getting fucked. "I hope this is not one of those kinds of pains that I am not able to bear," Sally thought to herself. "Well, I guess I'll just have to try as hard as I could to get used to it. It will be good practice, at least, and will make me a little more immune, if this should ever happen again." But the idea of it happening again made Sally shudder. This was still not over. Although Sally sent three men away with torn eyes, there were still four more who had not had a chance at her wide open beaver.
As Sally looked up at her conqueror, she became even more repulsed. He had rotting yellow teeth and his drool was rolling down his chin and dripping down on Sally's already smeared face. However, just as she was starting to grit her teeth in anticipation of the cocksucker's come, she felt a sharp pain coming from one of her toes. She was able to lift her head a drop, just enough to see what was happening to her small toe on her right foot.
Pilot was sticking a pin under her nail. Sally screamed in pain. The pin seemed to be going deeper into the sensitive flesh under her red little toenail. She could not hold back the scream, it was so painful, and for Sally to show recognition to the tormentor it really must have been something awful for poor Sally.
Pilot, hearing sad Sally's scorching scream, was only turned on by it and started to work the pin around underneath her toenail. His laughter, was so loud it almost drowned out Sally's screaming. When the pin came out at the end of Sally's joint, Sally quivered with fright. Pilot laughed some more, and twisted the needle from both ends.
He pulled out the needle, causing a further stab of pain to go shooting through Sally's tattered nerves. He really started to play havoc with Sally's nerves when he lit a match. Sally now realized how some of her victims must have felt, but she told herself that she was much stronger than any of them. That's why she was able to be in the great position she was. She thought about that a second.
"Ha, great position!" she thought. "Here I am flat on my back with a crew of red neck degenerates torturing me. Some great position!" But then Sally thought of all that she had accomplished, and that was something to console her in her pain. Sally could feel the heat of the fire near the arch of her foot.
She did not flinch.
"Now, you fucking whore, we're going to start to tickle your feet now so you could start laughing," Pilot told her sarcastically.
"Wait a second," Sally thought. "He's just given me a great idea." Sally thought back to the time when Steve was smacking her in the face, and to the time when she was tickling Judy.
As she felt the fire scorch her skin, Sally burst out in laughter. She started to laugh as her blistered skin crackled from the fire, and Pilot looked at the other men who just shrugged their shoulders at the sound of Sally's laughter.
They didn't understand.
Laughter, at this time, was the best medicine. Sally thought this, as she was unconscious of the pain, now.
Pilot got really mad at the laughing, and even the sight of the bubbling blisters on Sally's foot could not make him happy. He ordered the cocksucker on top of Sally to get off. He took a newspaper and rolled it up. He poured gasoline on it.
Sally stopped laughing. Pilot started to laugh. He lit a match. He put the match to the newspaper. It looked like a torch. He held the torch over Sally's face. Sally's eyes bulged with fright. She tried to laugh, but only a little snicker came out of her mouth. Pilot slowly moved the torch down Sally's body. Sally could feel the heat as it passed over her tits and belly.
Pilot came to a stop when the torch was a few inches directly above her cunt. Pilot began to slowly inch the flaming torch closer to Sally's curly bush.
Sally looked down at the torch which Pilot held there to torment her. He lowered it a drop. Sally smelled some of her beautiful blonde pubic hair being singed. Pilot was really gloating now, as Sally's face became twisted with fright.
He held the torch over her cunt, continuing to singe her curly locks.
The men started to chant, "Lower, lower," and the whole room took up the chant, "Lower, lo-wer, lo-wer, lo-wer," and Pilot began a countdown.
"Ten-nine-eight-seven-" Sally closed her eyes and gave one last long scream, letting it all out of her, and did not worry about the slime that rolled into her mouth.
"YIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!"
Then she was silent as the countdown continued.
"Four-three-two-"
Just then it seemed as though a whirlwind struck.
The door was flung open and there was Wanda standing there in all of her glory. There were two men behind her.
Wanda stood there for a moment with her feet apart, her long black leather shining in the darkness. Her whip was in her hands.
All eyes turned to Wanda. She moved so fast it seemed like a blur. The next thing Sally knew, there were seven men rolled up in agony on the floor. There was blood all over them and their clothes, for those that still had them on. Sally got up. Sally's feet did not even hurt as she walked along the floor. It was as though she were walking on water, she felt so free and easy. She looked down on the men, and then up at Wanda.
In a booming voice, Wanda spoke.
"You want miracles, you'll get miracles!" came the resounding voice. Pilot was closest to her and he was lying on the floor rolled up and clutching his balls. A torn off tail of the whip had him by the balls like an octopus, and he was trying to unwrap the coil, but just as he got it around, it curled up around his balls, almost as though it were alive.
Wanda took out a little metal case from one of the pockets of her jumpsuit. She opened the little case and turned it upside down. Sand started to fall out. But there was not just a little sand, there was a lot. It kept spilling on the floor, making a hill that was two feet high. The hill tapered off to almost a point on the top. It wasn't a point exactly because there was a small hole in the very top of the hill of sand. The two large men who were with Sally lifted up Pilot, first taking the coil off his balls. He breathed a sigh of relief when they did that, but his fortune was not turning for the better.
"Big Bernie G., " said Wanda to the larger of the two men on her side. "Put him on the ant hill!"
Big Bernie G. lifted up Pilot like he were a sack of feathers and deposited him right on the point of the hill. It was as though he were taking a shit. The totally devastated group of men looked up from their miseries at the miracle that was being performed before their eyes.
Sally was exulting in the revenge, but she wanted to help Wanda. Not that Wanda seemed to need any help, but Sally just wanted to take part in the festivities.
Pilot squirmed on the ant hill.
"How can we keep him on the ant hill?" Sally asked Wanda, in a tone that let Wanda know that Sally had an idea in mind.
Wanda gave the kid a chance.
"Do your thing," she told Sally.
Sally lit a torch. Pilot's eyes almost bulged out of his head as he saw his own weapon about to be used against him. Sally lifted up Pilot's feet as Big Bernie G. held Pilot on the ant hill. Just before Sally put the torch to Pilot's arch, Pilot yelled and lifted his ass off the anthill with a great force, but Big Bernie G. pushed him back down again. Sally wanted to make Pilot feel more pain from the fire than from the red ants crawling up his ass-hole. She ran the flame all over his sole, but as the. skin began to scorch and become black, Sally noticed that his soul was already scorched on his left foot. She wondered where it came from, but did not think about it too much. When enough of Pilot's skin was scorched and burned and melted from the heat, Sally grabbed his calf and stuck his foot on the floor. Pilot's steady loud wail increased in loudness at the thud of his foot being implanted on the ground.
"You have done well for yourself, my daughter," Wanda told Sally, putting her arm around the kid's shoulder.
"What about the rest of them?" Sally asked, again letting Wanda know that Sally had another idea.
"It's your show, kid," Wanda told her.
"Well, if we had some vises, we could really perform some cool miracles," Sally said. She knew that Wanda would be able to produce them without too much contrivance. She was right, too.
"Seven vises coming up," Wanda said.
Big Bernie G. left and returned, bringing the vises into the diner. Sally thought it was very strange that they should be available.
Sally screwed the seven vises onto various parts of the wrecked counter of the Easy Moon Diner.
Sally knew that this was the best thing to do in this particular situation at present which she had to deal with.
She tortured others and pulled them by their cocks to the vises. She was able to put their cocks in the vises without much resistance and needed no help from Wanda and Big Bernie G. Sally went into the back room of the diner and took out the welding machine. She welded the vises shut, careful not to burn their cocks too much.
Then Sally got some silver wear out and started to sharpen some knives, seven in all.
"You're not going to cut our dick's off, are you?" said one of the men in a stuttering frightened voice.
Sally looked at the men slyly, as she continued to sharpen each blade. Sally said. "Of course I am not going to cut your cocks off."
All the men breathed a sigh of relief, and for an instant their pains seemed to go away.
Sally started to spread gasoline around the diner.
"Oh, there's a back door in here," Sally told them. She handed each of them a knife.
"Will we be ready to leave soon?" Sally asked Wanda. "Whenever you feel up to it," Wanda replied.
As the men took the knives from Sally, the blank expressions on their faces blended with their torment and they wondered why Sally gave them the knives.
"See, I told you I'm not going to cut off your cocks," salacious Sally told them. She poured a little more gasoline on the floor and walked over to Wanda near the front door. She made sure to pour some by the front door, although she did leave a path for the back door.
"You see, I'm just going to set this place on fire," Sally told the men with their cocks in the welded vises. "You're going to cut off your cock's," and Sally and Wanda all laughed hysterically at the funny joke. Big Bernie G. was laughing so hard, that the building almost seemed to shake as he held his large stomach. Big Bernie G. was really big, and his laughter made his whole body rumble.
Just then, they all heard sirens approaching the diner. A look out the door showed a convoy of police cars coming up Flatbush Avenue. They all stepped out the door. Sally dropped the burning torch on the floor, and the place went up in flame.
"Quick," Wanda said. "Into the car." There was a big white Rolls Royce parked in front of the diner and Sally and Wanda and Big Bernie G. all got in, with the other man, who had done almost nothing the whole time driving the car.
The big white car sped off. Sally was still naked. The soft velvet upholstery of the car tickled Sally's thighs.
CHAPTER SIX
Sally was really grooving now. Although she still had a few souvenirs on her body from that escapade at the diner, it didn't really bother her. She was with Wanda now.
She was so happy now. She knew that the scars, both mental and physical, would go away. Sally decided not to pursue that question she asked herself. She would find out if Wanda wanted her to. Sally was content to just let things happen without analyzing them as they happened.
Sally was very much impressed with Wanda's house. There was the seclusion. It seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Some wooded area of upstate New York. Sally had seen no signs of human life for miles. There would be privacy. Sally and Wanda could be together, alone and in love at last. Or so Sally thought.
The large black, red and gold house was Wanda's special place. Sally felt so honored that Wanda would have her there.
Wanda took Sally into a large room in the basement of the house. Immediately, Sally began to get worried. Sally saw some pictures on the walls that sent shudders down her spine. There were different settings for all of the paintings, but there was one thing common to them all. There was a woman with a pained and frightened face.
Many of them were tied down with their arms and legs to a table. Some had lash marks on them. Others were bent over in ridiculous positions. Sally looked at them with bulging eyes. Maybe they're just some more pieces of artwork. Sally thought.
Sally tried to put them out of her mind. Wanda would not make her into one of those women, Sally hoped.
Sally looked around the room some more hoping to find something more pleasant for her to look at. She saw some books on a shelf. It did not comfort Sally at all when she saw that many of them were by or about the Marquis de Sade.
Uh oh, Sally thought. I hope I haven't gotten myself into anything. Well, I know that Wanda will treat me nice now, after all that we've been through. I'll do anything she says, anyway, Sally thought.
Wanda had been watching Sally look around the room. She guided Sally to a couch. They sat down. Wanda put her arm around Sally. . Sally looked up at Wanda and thought that all of her fears were for nothing. That was her Wanda with her arm around Sally's shoulder. Sally loved Wanda. She saw the soft white skin of Wanda's breasts outlined against the dark skin of her chest. Sally wanted to see. more. She wanted to put her head against Wanda's bare bosom. She wanted to put Wanda's beautiful breasts in her mouth. She wanted to suck on Wanda's tits. She wanted to see Wanda's beautiful cunt. She wanted to put her face into it and sniff the beautiful aroma that would surely come from Wanda. Sally wondered if Wanda's shapely ass were as white as the cleavage of her tits.
Sally could not restrain herself any longer.
Sally reached over to Wanda and put her hand on Wanda's chest. She ran her fingers lightly across Wanda's cleavage up to the point where the button of Wanda's leather shirt was. It felt so nice. Sally was going to unbutton Wanda's top button.
Wanda smacked the back of Sally's hand and stood up.
Wanda smacked Sally on the face with the back of her hand and stood up. "Not yet!" Wanda said. Sally's lips curled down. Her eye's grew red. She fought the tears.
But she did say not yet, Sally thought. Then at least there will be later, she hoped.
"When can I get to see and touch you, beautiful?" Sally asked.
"No one looks upon me!"
Sally was saddened but did not say anything. Her face told the story.
"Maybe there will be a time when I let you gaze on me. I might even let you fuck me. But when I think you're ready."
Of course, if anyone else had said that to Sally, there would have been a war. But there was something about Wanda that made Sally respect her wishes.
"Come with me." Wanda said. "I'm going to show you some other parts of the house."
Sally hesitated, but got up and walked along with Wanda.
They went upstairs. They came to a big green door.
Sally heard a girl scream. It came from the room. There was more screaming. There was more than one girl in there, Sally realized.
When Wanda put her hand on the doorknob, Sally tensed up. There was something awful going on in there, Sally thought. She had to find out. Even if it would shock her, she had to know.
Wanda opened the door.
Sally screamed.
There was Big Bernie G. He was naked. His tremendous hard-on was twelve inches long. There were two Japanese girls on a bed. They were screaming. Their faces looked just like the other woman in the paintings.
But that is not what Sally screamed at.
Big Bernie G. was standing on the bed and looking down on them. He was staring at their pussies. The two girls were pleasingly plump. Big Bernie G. bent down to their pussies. But he did not eat them. He had a tweezer in his hand. Each time he bent down he pulled a black hair out of their cunt. Then he would jump up and down on the large bed and laugh. The shackled girls were helpless.
Sally watched in horror. But she could not take her eyes off the horrid scene. It was so frightening to her, that it was almost gross. Sally watched the girls scream every time a hair was pulled out of their cunt. It was one of the most humiliating things that Sally had ever seen a woman experience. And Sally had seen a lot. And she had done a lot. "You don't like that, do you?" Wanda asked Sally. Sally did not answer.
"Do you?" Wanda said again, but more forcefully.
"No," Sally answered.
She had answered in the negative in response to the question.
"Hey, Big Bernie G." called Wanda.
Big Bernie G. stopped what he was doing immediately and looked at Wanda.
"Crawl under the bed and hide!" she ordered.
Big Bernie G. now became a meek slave. He got off the bed and stuffed his big bulk underneath it.
Sally was very impressed.
Wanda guided Sally out of the room and into a hallway.
They came to another room at the opposite end of the hallway. Wanda stopped Sally at the door.
Sally had thought that there was some kind of heating plant or something in that room. There were noises that Sally heard in the distance as they approached the room to make her think that.
But when they reached the door, Sally knew there was something else in the room. That close, the machines were not able to drown out the sounds of women screaming. Sally's face turned an even lighter shade of pale at the realization that there was something out of the ordinary going on in this place. Yes, she knew that something crazy was going on in there. What other means of threats and gadgets were being used to torment and humiliate someone, Sally wondered.
Sally waited for Wanda to open the door.
"That's an antique doorknob. I just wanted you to see that," Wanda said. And she moved Sally away without opening the door.
Sally looked up at Wanda with a puzzled expression.
"You really don't want to know what is beyond that door." Wanda said that in a way that made Sally think that she would find out first hand if she wanted to know what was in there. Wanda led Sally back downstairs. Sally felt a little more comfortable. As long as they weren't roaming around the house, Sally felt a little easier. They were in the main room of Wanda's house in the basement again. As long as Wanda was near her, Sally did not have to worry. Wanda would protect her. Sally thought.
Wanda held Sally by her waist. She looked at Sally up and down. Sally wondered if Wanda would let herself be touched now.
"I bet you really would like to jump on my ass." Wanda said.
It surprised Sally. The way Wanda said it made it seem as though it were a despicable kind of thing to do.
"No, I would never want to do that, Wanda."
"Wouldn't you?"
"Not if you didn't want me too. Wanda."
"Oh no?"
"No!" said Sally emphatically.
"Why can't you admit it?"
Sally started to get a little peeved at Wanda. She did not like the idea that Wanda still did not fully trust her. She was about to tell Wanda off. But then Sally got a deja vu flashback. She remembered Steve refusing to admit something to her. Sally did not want to make the same kind of mistake.
"All right, Wanda. There's nothing more in the world that I could want than to jump on your ass and suck on your tits and stick my face in your cunt. There, I said it. Are you happy?"
"But the question is, are you happy?"
"It did make me feel better for getting it off my chest, if that's what you mean."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. You may be ready sooner than I thought. First you will need a little more training, though. Then you might have your desire. That is, if you still desire me." Wanda laughed a little when she said that.
Sally was really turned on by Wanda now. So, there really was a chance for her to make it with Wanda. But there was one thing that Wanda said that made Sally feel a little uneasy.
How could she possibly lose her desire for Wanda? Sally asked herself. What kind of further training would I have to go through? Why?
Sally could not answer any of these questions. There was just one thing that she knew. That was that it would be the worst kind of pain imaginable if Sally lost her desire for Wanda. There would be no use in living if Sally did not desire Wanda's strong and beautiful body. Sally said that over in her mind. Wanda was everything she loved. There was the strength of Wanda. There was her power. There was her stunning beauty. Sally cringed at the thought of not wanting that. She wondered what terrible kind of place her head would have to be at to not desire Wanda. The thought was so painful to her that she forced herself to stop thinking about it. Sally just stared at Wanda now.
Wanda was still holding Sally at arms length. She let go of her waist and stepped back.
"Strip!" Wanda ordered.
Sally complied without hesitation. She stood up straight and naked before Wanda.
"Bend over!"
Sally bent over. Oh no! Is she going to stick that cigar cover and nipple up my ass again? Sally wondered.
Wanda walked around to Sally's behind. She stood there a moment. Sally looked around to see what Wanda was doing.
"Turn around. Look at your toes."
Sally looked at the red nail polish. She waited.
"Spread your cheeks!"
Sally put her hands on her ass and spread her cheeks. Why was Wanda still humiliating her like that? Sally wondered. I thought we could be friends. But I've got to do whatever she says. I don't want to lose her. And I also hate being embarrassed like this. She makes me feel so inferior to her. But I love Wanda more. Sally's tormented thoughts were bothering her, as she stood there with her hands on her cheeks.
Sally felt Wanda's finger touch her anus. It rested on her ass-hole for a moment. Just make me feel good, Sally thought.
"Wider!" Wanda ordered.
Sally spread her cheeks a little wider.
"Wider."
"Wider!" Wanda ordered. There was a very threatening tone to her voice.
Sally was almost in tears as she spread her cheeks a little wider. It almost hurt her.
"Dammit!" Wanda said. She slapped Sally on her soft cheek real hard. Sally stumbled forward a little.
"Come on Wanda, it's starting to hurt. Please!" Sally pleaded.
"You really think you're some kind of a superstar, don't you, you little bitch! Why the fuck should I listen to the bullshit you give me?"
Sally did not say anything.
"Let's get one thing straight now. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Now what's the answer?"
"What's the question?" Sally said. She tried to be funny to save a little face, but Wanda would have none of that.
"Do you think you're some kind of superstar?"
"I think I'm some pretty hot stuff," Sally admitted.
"Well, if you're such hot stuff, what the fuck are you doing here with you r ass spread wide open?
Sally's momentary spurt of confidence in front of Wanda faded rapidly. She did not answer.
Wanda shoved something up Sally's ass-hole. It was that nipple again. "Answer!"
"Because you told me to," came Sally's feeble reply.
"I suppose you always do everything that people tell you. If one of your kiddie friends told you to hit your knees, what would you do?"
"Punch them out or something."
"Get on your belly!" Sally hesitated.
Wanda put the cigar cover into the nipple in Sally's ass. She tapped it a little and made Sally squirm.
"Get on your belly!" Wanda repeated.
Sally got down on the floor. Her belly was on the carpet.
"How come you didn't punch me out?"
"I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"Because you would probably punch me out better," Sally said.
It was very hard for Sally to say that. It took her a while for her to get it out because she realized the connotations that it held for her.
"Why?"
That was the question that Sally did not want Wanda to ask.
"Because I'm not as good as you are."
"You are shit!" Wanda said. "What are you?"
"Well, maybe compared to you I'm shit," said Sally, still trying to leave herself an out. "Who else is here?" Wanda asked. "No one."
"What are you?"
"Shit," said Sally, but with a little more conviction.
"Get back on your knees!" Sally complied.
Wanda took the things out of Sally's ass. Then she put her hands on Sally's back. She lightly rubbed her back. Wanda's large warm hands felt good to Sally. Wanda rubbed Sally's bare back very softly. It really felt good to Sally. Wanda's hand on the bare back of Sally felt out of this world, and there was more to come. Wanda slid her hands down Sally's pretty ass and rubbed her cheeks very gently.
Maybe she's trying to make it up to me for admitting that I am shit, Sally thought. I guess that if I tell her things like that she'll be nicer to me. Wow, that really feels good. Sally thought, as Wanda continued to caress her ass.
"You're right, Wanda. I really am shit." Sally said, thinking that she was flattering Wanda.
"Yeah, I know. I'm going to help prove it to you!" Wanda said.
Sally felt Wanda's hands come to a stop on her ass. Her palms rested on Sally's ass, and her fingers were close together.
"Just stick your ass up a little higher." Wanda said in a soft tone. Sally complied.
Sally's hands were almost at her toes now and she had to bend her head under her legs a little to see her toes. She felt Wanda's palms on her cheeks start to spread apart.
Gradually, Wanda started to open up Sally's ass again. When she got it to the point that Sally did before, there was a slight pain.
"Ffffffff," Sally said, trying to bear it.
"Now I'm going to show you what I meant when I told you to spread your cheeks."
Sally tensed up. Wanda felt the tenseness in the muscles of Sally's ass.
"Relax. Did you ever see a piece of shit get nervous? It just lies around and waits for the flies to come."
"No, I've never seen a piece of shit get nervous, Wanda."
The fact that Sally remembered to answer Wanda's questions made her relax her cheeks.
Wanda spread her palms apart a little more.
"Ooooooh," Sally cried.
Wanda stopped spreading out Sally's ass for a moment. She gave Sally time to get used to the situation.
Sally felt a little refreshed from her wide open ass. Wanda had spread Sally's rump so her ass-hole opened wider too. Sally could actually feel the air in her ass-hole.
"Does it hurt, my dear?" Wanda asked.
"Of course it does, Wanda." replied the truthful Sally. The fact that she was in that position hurt Sally as much as, if not more than the physical pain in her ass.
"Good, it's supposed to hurt. Do you want me to stop."
"Please?" Sally asked.
"Just a little wider, and we'll be where we want," Wanda said. Wanda's voice did not contain the harshness that it did when she was ordering Sally before. But she spread her cheeks some more.
"Owwwwwwwwww, Wanda. Pleeeeeeeeeeease," Sally cried. Her ass felt like her anus would pop out. There was a very wide space between the crack of Sally's ass now. The crack of Sally's pretty white ass looked more like a gap than a crack. Her hole was open so wide that Sally trembled to think what Wanda might be able to put ih there.
"What do you call this?" Wanda asked, and she put her finger into Sally's ass-hole and moved it around in there just to make sure Sally knew what she was referring to.
"That's my ass-hole," Sally said in bewilderment and pain.
"No, this is not your ass-hole," Wanda said, pulling her finger out of the hole and spreading Sally's cheeks open. "It is your nostril," corrected Wanda. "Now, what is this called?" Wanda asked.
Sally flashed back to the time she was beating Steve with the fly swatter and ordered him to holler. She wondered how she had somehow lost that feeling of being powerful. Christ, was she powerful and proud then. How could she have let herself come to this degrading point? How could she let herself be put in the same position as that cockroach Steve?
"It's my nostril, " Sally replied in severe mental agony.
"Good, you learn quickly. Now I am going to blow into your nostril. I think you will find it interesting. It's an old biblical custom," Wanda snickered.
Sally wondered if Wanda would really do that. It seemed like a degrading thing for Wanda to do.
But Wanda was reading Sally's thoughts.
"Well, obviously I'm not going to bend down to reach your nostril. I want to do it standing up. But you do keep your nostril in a funny place. Let's see what we can do about it. Just stay there a minute."
Wanda left Sally in her most awkward position. Sally could not look up to see where Wanda went, and she waited in a frightened suspense. She wondered what Wanda was up to, but she tried not to think about it. She would find out soon enough. But it did feel different when her ass-hole was allowed to be closed up again. Sally thought she would please Wanda if she opened up her nostril herself, so she spread her cheeks apart. Wow, Sally thought. I'm even starting to call it a nostril myself. And she spread her cheeks for Wanda.
Wanda returned. She looked at Sally's ass.
"Wider!" she ordered. Sally opened wider.
"Wider!"
Sally opened up a little wider and made that same sound of a holding back of pain.
"Ffffffffffft," she said, gritting her teeth.
"That's better," Wanda said and put her hand on top of Sally's. It made Sally feel a little less awkward. It was only slightly comforting.
"Now, we have this nice rubber hose. Do you know what I'm going to do with it?" Wanda asked. She showed Sally a thick red rubber hose about two feet long.
Sally knew.
"You're going to put it into my nostril." Sally replied in a very dejected tone.
"Wow, that's a great idea, Sally. I never would have thought of that. Thank you for telling me. I really appreciate it." Wanda said trying to affect the appropriate sincerity.
Sally waited.
Wanda put one end of the hose at the tip of Sally's ass. Sally knew for sure just what was going to happen next.
Sally now felt how thick the hose was. It was bigger than any cock she had ever seen. Even bigger than Big Bernie G.'s.
Oh shit, Sally thought. This is going to be a real ball buster.
The hose started to slide into Sally's ass-hole.
"Uhhhhhhh," Sally grunted. It felt like she was constipated, but the shit was going in instead of coming out.
"My, my. That's a real funny sound, Sally. Do it again, please," Wanda said calmly and very matter-of-fact. She was getting to the point where she did not have to yell or raise her voice to Sally anymore. She could just talk to Sally like they were having a normal conversation. And they were.
"Uhhhhhhhhg." Sally said.
"I didn't say you could stop, my dear. Just keep on doing it. It might help if you made believe you were a pig. O.K.? "
Wanda did not push the hose while Sally was doing that. It remained in the same position and Sally actually started to feel almost good.
Sally kept on making the noises. Wanda slid the hose in a little deeper.
"OINK OINK UGHH UUUUUUUUGH OINK OINK," Sally said. But there was a lot more sincerity to her noises now as the hose went in a little deeper. Wanda left it there for a while.
Sally tried to catch her breath and stopped making the noises for an instant.
"Squeal, pig!" Wanda ordered. The harsh masterful tone was back in her voice as she pushed the hose up Sally's ass further than she had before.
"OIIIIIIIIUNK OIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK," Sally grunted in earnest.
"Just a little further and we'll be there."
Oh no, how much further could it go? Sally thought, still making the animal noises. It must be about a foot up my ass already, Sally thought. She could feel the pain in her stomach.
"I'll wait a minute. This is really funny. Sally. You make such great noises. I think I'll enter you in a pig show. You're better than any pig I've ever seen. Do you think you would win?"
"I hope so," Sally cried.
"Pigs can't talk!" Wanda said, and she inserted the hose a drop more.
"Oink oink oink oink," Sally continued.
Wanda's laughter stung Sally's ears. It went into the seat of her ego and her cunt. She wished she could do something about her situation. But she loved Wanda so, that she was almost willing to do anything to please her. And there was always the hope that Wanda would finally let Sally see her nakedness, and fondle her tits and come on top of her.
Sally lost herself in her thoughts for a moment. Her animal noises were almost automatic now. She was unconscious of it. All she wanted was Wanda. She would submit to anything that Wanda wanted in order to have her.
Wanda pushed the hose a little deeper into Sally's ass.
Sally was so wrapped up in her thoughts and feelings for Wanda that this last movement of the hose into her nostril did not faze her a drop. She kept up the same beat for her animal noises. But there was a softer tone to them that showed her willingness to submit.
"You're getting good, piggy. You can stop squealing. Maybe you feel a little out of place here. Well, we'll let you roll around in some mud or shit later if you want. Now I'm going to blow into your nostril," Wanda said in her conversation voice. That is, it was a conversation voice if the other person was a five year old child.
Wanda's latest bit of information caused Sally to stop thinking about her feelings for Wanda so much. Sally started to dwell on the present moment again.
Wanda lifted the other end of the hose up to her mouth. She put it in her mouth. She sent a stream of air shooting into Sally's ass-hole.
"Woooooooo," Sally yelled, jumping slightly in the air. She was careful not to let the hose come out of her ass.
Wanda blew into the hose again.
Sally made the same sound again. The sound of her own voice embarrassed Sally. She thought only the biggest fools and jerkoffs could make noises like that. Sally could not admit that she was such a lowdown fool and jerkoff. Even though Sally was stripped naked and bending over with her ass up in the air and making pig noises and having someone blow into a big hose stuck up her ass-hole Sally refused to admit to herself how low she had sunk. When she would think about it, she thought it was some temporary situation that would change when she got to know Wanda better.
"Woooooooooo," Sally said, as Wanda blew into her ass again.
Sally did feel degraded and humiliated, but she was not able to articulate it in those exact words. That might be even worse, because she could not say or define those exact words. That might be even worse, because she could not say or define exactly where that feeling was coming from. Was it just the hose up her ass? That was physical. Then why did it bother Sally's mind so? She had a general idea, but no concrete answer for herself.
"Now are you trying to imitate a choo-choo train?" Wanda asked. Sally wasn't trying to imitate a choo-choo train so she told Wanda "No, I'm not. It's just when you do that to me, I get shudders and chills inside me. I have to let it out. I can't help it. I have to make those noises if you keep doing that."
"That was a very good explanation, Sally. But I really don't care for choo-choo trains so much. Please try to have some consideration for me."
That really got Sally mad. Even though she knew Wanda was being sarcastic, she wondered how Wanda could say that she didn't have any consideration for her.
After all, Sally thought, The reason I'm in this position is because of my consideration for her.
When Sally did not answer for a moment Wanda said, "Something on your chest you want to get off?"
Sally wondered if she should say so. She hesitated.
"Well, I guess if there's nothing on your mind we might as well get on with it."
Just before Wanda put her mouth to the hose again Sally spoke up.
"You said I don't have any consideration for you. I know you were just trying to make me feel bad, but just what do you think I'm doing here? If I didn't have any consideration for you would I let you do this to me?"
"Gee, Sally. I thought you liked it. I didn't realize that you didn't want me to stick a hose into your nostril. I thought all little piggies wanted to have things stuck up their ass. All right, get up!" Wanda ordered. She also took the hose out of Sally's tender ass-hole.
Sally wondered for a moment why Wanda took the hose out of her poop-shoot.
Sally stood up and rubbed her cheeks. Her surprise at Wanda still couldn't erase the feeling she had in her ass. It felt so empty without the hose. Sally felt very awkward rubbing her ass like that in front of Wanda, but she could not help it. She looked up at the taller Wanda to see what she was going to do now.
"You can go put your clothes on, Sally. I'll get someone to drive you home."
Sally looked at Wanda. She could tell that Wanda was serious. Sally did not move. "Well?" Wanda said.
"I love you, Wanda," said Sally. "I don't want to leave you."
"Then why don't you want to submit to me?"
"Because you are making me feel like an animal. like I'm so inferior."
"I thought we discussed that already, Sally. You don't have any inferiority complex. You really are inferior. You are like a low life piece of scum. Right?"
"No, I'm a human being just like you," said Sally. She was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Wanda.
"But you're not just like me, Sally."
Wanda was trying to explain it to Sally so Sally would believe it and not just take Wanda's word for it.
"Tell me to hit my knees, Sally."
Sally stood there and did not move.
"I want to show you something. Tell me to hit my knees." Sally was scared to death. But she was curious and wanted to see what would happen. She tried to put some conviction in her voice.
"Hit your knees, Wanda!" said Sally.
Wanda smacked her in the mouth. "No one tells me to hit my knees, you bitch!"
Sally put her hand to her face, but before she had time to think. Wanda said "Hit your knees, bitch!"
Sally quickly got down on her knees.
Wanda stood over her again.
"See, Sally. You are not just like me. Right?"
"Right." said Sally.
"Then what are you, if you are not like me?"
"I'm a low life piece of scum. I'm an animal like a pig or a lamb " Sally said, beginning to understand.
"All right lamb. You're also a puppet. You see why I can't have any respect for you. Make noises like a lamb, please."
"Baaaaaa, baaaaaaaa," Sally said. She really felt like shit. How could she make Wanda respect her? She could not argue with Wanda. Sally started to wonder if Wanda might be right, as she made the noises.
"All right. We're going to begin again. Stick your ass up. And when I blow into your ass this time, please have some consideration for me."
Wanda stuck the hose up Sally's ass again. She blew.
Sally held her breath. Her cheeks on her face puffed up. Sally had to hold it in. She did not want to disturb Wanda. She knew that Wanda did not like choo-choo trains. Sally did not want to sound like a choo-choo train.
Wanda started to blow into Sally's nostril at a greater rate of speed. She varied the force behind each stream of air she shot into Sally's nostril.
Sally could not time the puffs of air. She waited and it would not come. Then there would be three quick jets of air blowing into her ass-hole. She was really getting occupied to try not to make any noise. Soon Sally could concentrate on nothing else except not making any noise when Wanda chanced to blow into her nostril. Nothing else mattered. The only thing that was important to Sally now was not to make a sound when air went into her ass-hole. Sally was really starting to sweat. She hoped she was doing it well. Wanda changed her speeds and how hard she would blow into the hose. Sally was having a hard time trying to hold it in.
Wanda started to slow up the rate of speed and how hard she blew. Sally waited for Wanda to change the tempo again. But it only slowed down.
"This is getting me tired," Wanda said.
Sally detected a strain in Wanda's voice. She had never heard Wanda strain like that before. The puffs of air became weaker and slower. Then they stopped. Sally waited. And she waited. Almost three minutes passed. Nothing happened. Sally looked behind her. She found it hard to believe what she saw.
Could this really be happening, she asked herself.
Wanda was staggering backwards. There was a dull expression on Wanda's face. Could Wanda really have been weakened like that? Sally wondered.
Wanda leaned against a wall for balance. Sally stood up. She looked at Wanda. Wanda started to slump down against the wall. Sally walked over to her. She looked into Wanda's eyes. She saw a look in Wanda's eyes that she had never seen before. Sally refused to believe what she saw.
There was fear in Wanda's eyes.
Sally put Wanda's arm around her naked shoulder. She led Wanda to a couch.
Sally sat Wanda down and sat next to her. She looked up at Wanda. Wanda looked exhausted and weak. Wanda crossed her legs and clutched her sides weakly with her hands. Sally looked at Wanda's hands around her chest. She saw the beautiful tan skin of Wanda's chest and the contrasting white skin of Wanda's cleavage. She looked at Wanda's beautiful suntanned face. Then she looked back at her cleavage which was so pretty. She saw Wanda's hands shake a little.
A gleam came into Sally's eyes.
"Nooooooo," Wanda screamed.
Sally looked back at Wanda's pretty face. Those beautiful black eyes that had seemed so strong before and those magnificent cheekbones and that pink lipstick on her tender lips almost seemed to be pleading to Sally.
Sally hugged Wanda. She patted her head gently. Sally felt sorry for her. Sally stroked her long silky black hair the way a mother would care for her child. Sally could not take advantage of Wanda like that. She did not want Wanda feeling bad anymore. The whole situation was absolutely terrifying to her.
"Please get well, Wanda," Sally pleaded. A tear came to Sally's eye.
Wanda began to move. Sally looked at her. Wanda's whole appearance changed. She no longer seemed frightened. A wicked grin came to Wanda's face. Sally was scared.
"I told you, you would lose your desire for me," Wanda said. She laughed and stood up. She looked down on Sally again. Her feet were spread apart. Her hands were on her hips. Sally looked at her leather boots that went up her tight leather lavender pants.
Sally realized that Wanda's prophesy had come true. She had lost her desire for Wanda. She had an opportunity and did not take advantage of it. Sally began to cry.
"It was true. It's true," Sally sobbed.
"Get up, Sally!"
Sally stood up. But she could not look Wanda in the eye. She looked down at her black boots.
"Look at me!"
Sally slowly picked her head up and looked up at Wanda.
Wanda had a kind expression now. Sally never saw that before. She started to smile. Wanda started to smile. Sally felt so happy now.
She could not control herself. She ran over to Wanda and kneeled down and started to kiss the toe of her boot.
"Would you like to see me now?" Wanda said.
Sally looked up at Wanda. Her face told Wanda the answer.
"Please," Sally said. But it was not a begging kind of please.
Wanda went behind a portable dressing door. She bent down a few minutes. Sally waited. Sally's anticipation was incredible. Would she be as beautiful as I hope. Would she be as pretty underneath as she is on the outside?
Wanda was more than beautiful. The curves of Wanda's ass sent Sally swooning. And it was so white. Snow white. It blended so smoothly with Wanda's shapely strong thighs and calves.
Sally started to drool. She reached out for Wanda. Wanda stepped aside.
"Don't look at me like that, you schmuck!" Wanda said.
Suddenly it hit Sally. She was behaving just like Edward. But, no! It couldn't be. She was more to Wanda than Edward was to her. Sally started to whine at the thought of it.
Sally couldn't believe that she could let herself actually act that horrible way towards Wanda.
Sally looked at Wanda again. She could not stop herself from rubbing her cunt.
Wanda put her hands on her tits and made them shake a little.
Sally jumped on the floor and grabbed Wanda's strong calf. She started to kiss it.
"Please, please," cried Sally while looking up at Wanda.
Wanda kicked her foot out. Sally let go and rolled over on the floor.
"No, no! I'm not an Edward," Sally cried. Wanda stood over Sally. "What are you?"
"I love you," Sally cried.
"Why?"
"Because you're beautiful," Sally said. Sally was still not comfortable seeing Wanda's beauty. The elegance and symmetry of Wanda dazzled Sally. But Sally was still not completely at ease. Although Sally was very pretty, too she was not as beautiful as Wanda. Wanda had her in every department. But Sally could not admit it. She was a little jealous and envious of Wanda. Sally just looked at Wanda's beauty but did not permit herself to compare Wanda to herself.
"How do you know what beauty is, you ugly piece of shit!"
Sally cringed. She could not speak.
Wanda kicked Sally in the ribs.
Sally felt so hurt. Not from the kick, of course, but from the force behind the kick.
"Answer!"
"Because I've seen other females naked before and none can compare to you.
"Look in the mirror!" Wanda ordered. "Are you as good as me?"
Sally did not answer. She couldn't put it into herself to admit it.
"Who has bigger tits?" Wanda demanded. Sally stood there. She knew that Wanda had larger tits, but she couldn't say that to her.
Sally flashed back to her days in the undershirt and Josephine. She recalled the anguish and agony she suffered as Josephine flaunted her breasts at Sally, and Sally waited every day for her pussy hairs to grow. She could not answer.
"You don't know? Why can't you admit it?"
Sally remained silent. She looked down on the floor. She hoped more than anything that Wanda would not force her to admit it. That is, she hoped Wanda would force her to admit it. She hoped Wanda would not explain it to her. The way that Wanda convinced Sally that she was a dog would be a method Sally would hate Wanda to use in showing Sally that she was not as pretty as Wanda. It was such an exact and concrete method. There would be no possible way to escape it or deny it. Sally hoped Wanda would beat her or whip her into admitting it. The use of reason on Sally was pure torture.
"Wait a minute, Sally. I'll be right back." Wanda said sweetly.
Please bring a whip, Sally hoped.
Wanda returned. When Sally saw what she had in her hand she screamed, "Noooooo!"
Wanda had a yellow tape measure.
This was the core of Sally's deepest sexual hang-ups. She didn't think she would be able to bear it if Wanda measured her.
Sally needed to lose another few pounds or inches. It wasn't very noticeable, but Sally knew that Wanda noticed.
"Put the tape measure around my breasts Sally."
"And I mean now!"
Wanda lifted her hands up to the sides. Her large breasts stood there for Sally to define. Slowly, Sally put the tape around Wanda.
Oh well, Sally thought. At least I can get to touch Wanda's nipple. She brought the tape around to one of Wanda's brown nipples. They were not erect. Sally was able to feel with her finger the hard brown skin of Wanda's nipple. It excited Sally.
"Just tell us what the tape says and give it to me." Said Wanda, looking at Sally's eyes. It took Sally a few moments to announce the number. "Forty one," she gulped.
"All right. Now it's your turn. Lift up your hands like I did."
Sally just stood there.
"Would you rather take another tour of the house instead?"
Sally debated that question. She actually wondered what would be worse. She would have chosen to walk into one of those rooms in Wanda's house had she not been even more terrified of the revenge Wanda might choose to take upon her.
Sally lifted her arms. She closed her eyes. She felt Wanda's hands embrace her and come to a stop on her erect nipple. She still had her eye's closed.
"Why are you hot. Sally. Your nipples are erect. But that's all right. It's not more than a half inch difference."
Sally still had her eyes closed. She remembered hearing stories of how men would get hard-ons just before getting the electric chair. She equated her erect nipples with that.
"What does it say?" said the piercing words.
Sally opened her eyes. She looked at the tape. She struggled to say the number. She stuttered.
"Put this whole thing into a statement!" Wanda demanded.
Sally thought for a minute. The worst was over with. Even though Wanda was much broader than Sally, she still had larger tits. She admitted it to herself for the first time. It felt good. It finally was off her chest. She did not have to worry about it anymore. Sally smiled. It was a pretty smile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With her admissions of inferiority, Sally started to feel a lot better. Even when Sally was tormenting some weakling, there was still a nagging feeling that bothered Sally. It did make Sally feel good to dominate some despicable person like Josephine, but that wasn't really hard to do.
There was still a feeling of doubt about her sexual abilities even after she had used her superior sexual powers to manipulate a bunch of people.
Now, because of Wanda, Sally felt relieved of most of that doubt. Wanda had dug right into the pit of Sally's cunt and pulled out her hang-ups. Sally felt free now that she didn't have to worry about her hang-ups.
As long as she were with Wanda, Sally could feel free to feel like shit. That sounded a little strange when Sally said that to herself, but she thought about it some more and it made a lot of sense to her.
She could stand naked in front of Wanda and not have to cover up. She did not have to put on any phony disguises in front of Wanda. She could spread her cunt and ass wide open in front of Wanda and let Wanda see exactly what she had.
Sally was glad that she did not have to think of things like pasting hair on her pussy or wearing falsies. If there was something troubling her, Wanda would extract it from Sally and Sally could see for herself what the problem was.
Sally was so grateful to Wanda. She really worshipped her. She would do anything that Wanda told her to and not question it. Oh, there would be pain, Sally knew, but the pain would always end. And the feeling after the pain would be so great that the pain would be a small thing in comparison.
After Sally admitted that Wanda was twice the person Sally was, Wanda allowed Sally to go to sleep. Of course, she had to sleep without any coverings and on a wooden floor. Sally slept a calm restful sleep. She had no nightmares. She saw Wanda in her dreams. She saw Wanda standing tall with her boots and whip and leather clothes. She saw Wanda riding on a white stallion. Wanda was naked and the stallion was flying through the sky. Wanda was whipping the horse and telling it where to go.
When Sally woke up the next morning, she had a feeling inside her that made her think she had the best fuck of her life. She could only wonder what things Wanda had in mind for her today, Wanda walked into the room. Sally looked up at Wanda and smiled. Wanda did not smile back. But that was all right. It just meant that Wanda would be serious with her and she would learn something.
"What are you so happy about?"
"I'm happy because I've finally realized what a piece of shit I am." Sally said, while laughing.
"What's so great about being a piece of shit?"
"Because I have nothing to hide anymore, Wanda. And I have you to thank for it. Oh, I love you so much. Can I kiss you?"
Wanda spit on Sally's face. Sally stopped smiling. A look of disgust came to Wanda's face.
"What kind of degenerate do you think I am? I wouldn't even let you kiss the bottom of my foot! Do you actually think I would touch of piece of shit?"
Sally became real sad. Her newfound confidence and ease had just evaporated like a puff of smoke. All of her resolutions to remain happy and accept the pain gladly were dissolved at the last of Wanda's words.
"Answer me! you slut!" Wanda poked Sally with her walking stick.
"No, Wanda. I would never expect you to touch a piece of shit," Sally said sadly.
"Well, cover yourself up. I can't stand to look at you!"
Sad Sally obeyed. She put her arms around her tits and crossed her legs.
"Yeech!' You're still ugly. I have to get something for you. In the meantime I definitely want you to keep out of my sight. You are the most disgusting person I've ever known. Get up and follow me right now, you creep." Wanda ordered.
Sally followed Wanda. Wanda walked outside into the yard. There was a lot of short grass around the house and then some hills where the trees were. On the side of one of the hills was a small outhouse. Wanda walked very fast and Sally almost had to run to keep up with her.
Wanda stopped when she got to the door of the outhouse.
Uh oh, Sally thought when she saw the boarded up bathroom.
"Get in there!" Wanda opened up the lock on the outside of the door. Then she opened the door. The fumes from the stench were actually visible. Sally's knees started to shake when she smelled the outhouse odor. She looked in the small closet and it was black. There was a hole in the middle of it and there was just a little bit of room to walk around the outside of the hole. But Sally had to put her back against the wall in order to stand around the hole. The wall felt real slimy, too. Just before Wanda closed the door on Sally, she said "Look down the hole. I think you will want to keep from falling in."
Sally looked down the hole. She screamed.
"Please, please, Wanda. Don't make me go in there. I'll be good. I won't bother you. I promise. Don't make me go in there." Sally ran over to Wanda and grabbed her foot. Sally was on her knees and started to kiss Wanda's calf with a passion.
"Yeech," Wanda said. Then she swung her strong foot out.
Sally went reeling back. The force of Wanda's kick was tremendous. Sally fell backwards into the outhouse. She tumbled into the hole. Luckily she was able to grab onto the rim of the hole with her fingers. Sally was really in a panic now. She started kicking her feet and screaming.
"Please let me out. How do I get out of here, Wanda?" she cried.
Wanda watched from the outside.
"If I was you I'd stop screaming and try to figure a-way to get out of there. Then it would really be hard to tell the difference between you and a pice of shit. I'll be back in a day or so with something to put over you. I hope you make it, kid."
With that, Wanda shut the door and locked it from the outside.
The sound of Wanda's laughter was the last sound she heard. That is, the last human sound.
Sally let out one last long scream.
But nothing happened. Sally was still hanging over the hole by her fingertips. It was pitch black in there. Sally was glad for that in a way. She would not be able to see what was in the hole again. Out of sight, out of mind, Sally thought. But it didn't help. She could not stop thinking about the bubbling goo of slime and maggots and snakes that she saw.
Sally's arms began to tire.
"Heeeeeelp!" she called.
But nothing happened. Nothing except her arms were getting a little more tired. The bubbling noise helped to make Sally aware of the situation. Sally now realized that there was silence. Sally listened for something. When would Wanda come and get her out? But Wanda did not come. Would Wanda really let her fall into the hole? Sally was petrified. Then Sally became aware of the bubbling sound coming form the bottom of the hole. It was that blood curdling sound that helped to make Sally aware of her situation.
No one was going to come to rescue her. If she did not lift herself out of the hole by her own power she would fall in very shortly.
Sally began to concentrate on putting some strength into her arms. She took a breath. The stench almost overpowered her. She continued to hold her breath. But she really began to concentrate. The reason she was in the hole did not matter anymore. The debasing feeling that she felt about her situation did not matter. The only thing that was important to Sally now was lifting herself out of the hole. Sally concentrated.
She started to pull. She began to rise. Slowly Sally was able to raise her ass high enough. She got her elbows on the rim of the hole. She made it.
"Whew," Sally said, letting her breath out.
She rested and tried to catch her breath as she rested on her elbows still dangling over the infested hole. She stayed that way a few more minutes and then picked herself up. She stood up on the small patch of slimy ground around the perimeter of the hole. Her bare feet felt so clammy standing on that muck. But at least she was out of danger.
Sally thought about that. Out of danger, she said to herself. "Ha!" she laughed. Well, I guess this is a better situation than the one I was in a few minutes ago. Standing in two inches of slime is better than who knows how many feet of slime, she reasoned.
But what the fuck should I do now? Sally asked herself.
She was still facing the wall. She was still too scared and shaken up to try turning around. Sally started to cry again. For the next twenty minutes that's all she did. She put her forehead against the cold wet wall of the dark shithouse and cried. Finally her tears stopped.
Well, at least that helped to pass the time. What if Wanda really doesn't come back for a day or two? She tried to change that drift of thought. It was too horrible to contemplate. Sally let her mind drift. She did not think of anything in particular. But every time that Sally started to feel even slightly at ease, she would unconsciously take a breath. The stink helped to remind her of where she was. Sally got used to the bubbling sounds, too. That was the only sound that was the difference between absolute silence and noise. That and Sally's own heartbeat. Soon the two became one. Sally could not distinguish between her own heartbeat and the bubbling noise of the deep tank.
Soon Sally began to lose track of how long she had been standing there. There was no way to tell. There wasn't even a crack in the walls to permit any ray of sunlight from coming in. Sally couldn't even see her hand in front of her face.
She tried to sing songs in order to amuse herself, but she soon realized that she couldn't keep her mouth open for long.
Finally Sally got up enough nerve to try to turn around. There wasn't really any advantage to turning around with her back to the wall, but it would give her something to do. She felt around with her foot to see how big the hole was. As she faced the wall the heel of her foot was about two inches away from the rim of the depression.
Sally tried to hold onto the wall, but there was really nothing to hold onto. She could only put her hands on it for balance. She couldn't hold on.
She put her hands up over her head and leaned against the wall with her body. It was the most disgusting thing that Sally had ever felt touch her belly and her cunt and her tits. It so repulsed her that she stepped back a drop as a natural reaction upon contact with the wall. She almost lost her balance and toppled over backwards into the hole. Sally remembered that it appeared to be about ten feet in diameter when she saw it when the door was open. She knew that if she fell over she would fall in and not land on the other side of the hole.
She wavered and tried to push herself forward. Her hands were up in the air as she did kind of a see-saw on the rim of the hole. She tried to make her body go through every king of gyration to push itself forward.
Finally, she found the right momentum by pushing her cunt out. She fell forward onto the wall in front of her. It never felt so good. It could have been a water bed or a sea of whipped cream. That's how comfortable Sally felt with the slimy wall of the shithouse now. She could have kissed it she was so happy to feel the solid wet rock.
She tried to catch her breath again. She did not try to turn around again, either.
She had to take a piss.
She started to feel so miserable again. How could this be happening to her? she asked herself. But her bladder was a problem she had to deal with at the moment.
She wondered if there was a place around the hole that had a little more standing room so she could crouch down. She edged her slimy sticky body around the rough but slick walls of the outhouse. This was worse than those men jerking off on me, Sally thought. But it would do her no good to worry about the slime sticking to her tits and belly now. She needed to piss. She slowly edged her way around the outhouse. She counted the comers that she came to. She would let only the very tip of her heel feel the opening of the pit. She pushed her belly and the palms of her hands on the wall to make sure she wouldn't topple backwards.
When Sally counted four corners, she realized that she had worked her way around the whole perimeter of the hole. And there was no part of it that had enough room for her to crouch down and piss. Sally waited. But it was no use. She had to. There was no other way out.
Sally felt the warm urine trickle down her thigh and leg. She was repulsed at first when she felt it. She remembered her mother spanking her as a child for wetting her bed She remembered the time in second grade when she peed in her pants, wetting her bed Then she remembered the time in second grade when she peed in her pants in the classroom. She saw herself running to the bathroom with the stain on her dress. She heard all of the kids pointing at the stain and laughing at her. But Sally did not see herself as nine years old. She fifteen years old and looked the way she did now. Sally started to cry as the stream of urine came out of her cunt and rolled down her leg.
She had really held it m for a long time. She pissed for a long time. By the time. Sally finished urinating on herself she began to appreciate the warm feeling of her piss. It was a lot different from the other stuff that clung to her body.
Some more time passed. Soon. Sally began to understand her situation. She would have to use anything possible to keep her sanity and make her comfortable. The variation of slimy feelings on her body from the wall and her urine would help to provide changes of climate. When Sally had to piss again a few hours later, she did not try to hold it back. She was glad for the warm feel it gave her.
Some more time passed and Sally began to feel grateful to Wanda again. She was actually glad that Wanda had put her there. She was learning things about herself that the could not have found out any other way. Sally started to rub her cunt. She decided that in her period of aloneness she might try to masturbate herself, but she started to wobble again and had to stop.
But Sally was still content with her present situation. For long periods of time she would not even think about Wanda's return. Her self-consciousness about her body was no longer there. She was able to make her head feel empty. It made her feel so light. There were no guilts and humiliations for her to worry about anymore. She did not even feel her own cunt. It soon became just another part of her body. It was no different than the hard skin of her elbow.
