Take three young girls and put them together for a weekend and what do you get?
Well, you might get a little sugar and spice, but you can forget about everything nice.
That's right.
Because Bonnie, Crissy and Linda were anything but.
Taking their cue from Bonnie, a would-be dominiatrix who knew just how to make it feel so good all the time, the other girls allowed her to things to them they'd never dreamed of.
Imagine if you were there to watch when Bonnie first took Crissy and tied her up so tight....
And then lit that candle.
"What are you going to do with that," you'd hear the girl say...
And then you'd find out...
You'd find out what it felt like to have hot wax dripping down, melting onto your skin.
Oh yes...
And so much more...
It's dildo's on parade time, in every orifice, and with every possible pleasure/pain connection made. Don't be late.
You wouldn't want to make Bonnie angry, now, would you? Of course you wouldn't....
CHAPTER ONE
Bonnie could smell her every time she was near. It didn't matter if it was in school, or afterwards in the yard, or on the weekends at the clubs.
Especially at the clubs. Bonnie was known to make the circuit every Friday through Sunday, like religion.
She was an excellent dancer, a good-looking babe who could have her pick of any of the more than willing men in the packed discos.
And she did.
She had her share.
More than one considered it their privilege to be able to lift their skirts, lie back and enjoy again and again the thrust of her unusually big and fat dildo up their most private of possessions, their sweetly prepared cunny. and enjoy the fucking she could so expertly give, until, in a burst of orgasmic sensations, they would come for him, passing down their most precious of fluids, abandoned in their lust, as they coated her cock with female pussy juice.
But somehow, it wasn't enough for Bonnie.
As a nineteen year old still in her last year of high school, having had her run-ins with the law as well as the Board of Education, she was the kind of good-looking bad boy who wanted to fuck the one unfuckable beauty-Crissy. Like, badly.
So whenever she was in her vicinity, with her jet black hair, her long, shiny legs, her big and pointy tits, and her slick, smirky face, she could sense it.
She even tried once or twice to start a conversation with her, but she was having none of it.
She wasn't into the roughneck stuff. She lived in a part of Queens, New York, where the class was decidedly middle, and the taste were definitely upward. She was in the market, if at all, for one of those nice, well-dressed young professionals, yuppies Bonnie thought she called them, not of all things, a dyke, and a rough and tough dead-end street type one at that.
She kind of liked that, admired the girl's clarity of choice, but couldn't, for the life of her figure out why she wouldn't give her the time of day.
Or any pussy.
Or why she would want anything to do with that bunch of dickless wonders she preferred to go out with.
It was the kind of thing that Bonnie liked to think about, on a senseless Saturday afternoon when the weather was coming down like sweat, and pussy was the first, last and only thing on her mind.
And so it was. as she sat on her rear, her legs up in the schoolyard, thinking about her favorite subject, when who should happen to walk by, but the one girl who wouldn't put out for him, little Crissy Lewis.
She looked pretty sensational, Bonnie thought.
Her skirt was high on her thighs, and her feet were slipped into an outrageous pair of high heels, most unusual for a Saturday afternoon.
Her shirt was the way she liked it, nice and tight around her tits.
Jesus, Bonnie thought to himself, she'd give anything to see those gorgeous beauties, to have them shaking in her face.
She got up and started following her. She wasn't into any type of plan, or following some grand scheme. She just couldn't get enough of her in one look.
It was as if she'd put out some type of scent that had yanked him by her nose, or by her pussy, and commanded her to follow.
She thought she must have dipped her ass in olive oil, the way it kicked from one side to the other.
Jesus, what she could do with her if she were her for a couple of hours.
Not even for that long.
She turned the corner and went into a supermarket. She bought a series of groceries, which, through the market window, was able to give Bonnie an idea.
She wondered if she were alone this weekend, if her parents had gone away or something. After all, why send a precious little cockteaser like Crissy to the store if you could go yourself.
She followed her back home, from a safe distance, and once she was back in her house she went to the comer pay phone and fished out her black book, the one she kept with him at all times, her indispensable bible.
Dialing her number-she had it for the longest time now, waiting for the right opportunity to use it-she disguised her voice with a kerchief over the phone and when Crissy picked it up she asked for her father.
"I'm sorry, she's not here," she said, stiffly, with a verbal pout to match the gorgeous Siamese expression of her ice-cold face.
"Can you tell me, please, when she'll be back?"
"Well, sometime Monday morning, I believe. Why?"
"I'm from the plumber's Union."
"So?"
"Well, your father was looking for a recommendation for someone to come out and do some pipe work on the house."
There was a long pause. " Oh. All right. If you give me your number I'll have him call back."
"That's all right." With that she hung up the receiver.
The idea was coming together, now that she knew she was going to be by herself for the weekend. She'd need a few things to put the plan into operation.
The first thing she did was to go to the grocery store and get himself a set of ropes, clotheslines, she said, for hanging her laundry out the window of her apartment.
Next, she visited the housewares department of the neighborhood department store and picked up a couple of knives, scissors, hooks, and tapes. Some work needed around the basement, she told the clerk, offhandedly.
Finally, she ventured into the downtown section, to the sex shop district, and picked up some of the equipment she knew she'd need. She could hardly contain the wetness in her pants when she thought about what kind of a weekend she was shaping up for himself.
Later that afternoon she had himself a big meal down at the corner diner, sitting off by himself, avoiding the other kids who came in after school.
Then she went to the lez pub, on her own block, natch, and had a half dozen steins of beer.
She was feeling better already.
She went to the telephone in the back and dialed Crissy's number.
The phone rang three times and for a second Bonnie was afraid that she might have gone out on a date or something.
But on the fourth ring she answered. She could hear her soft, breathy voice coming through the receiver, and she got a ramrod hard-on.
"Yes? Hello? I said Hello? Just who is this, anyway."
She hung up the phone. She was ready.
About an hour later, after it was completely dark in the neighborhood, she took her laundry bag filled with equipment and material, and began her trek. It was, she promised himself, going to be a night to remember!
She reached her house, the one on the corner of the pleasant middle-class residential neighborhood around nine-thirty. She was dressed in black, as she knew the professional breaking and entering men did.
She was after larger things, though, than a silver set of candlesticks. She was looking for the really big haul this night.
She crept through the hedges to the kitchen door entrance.
Looking around once to make sure no one could hear or see him, she slipped her black gloved hand around the doorknob, and gave it a soft twist.
Open!
She couldn't believe how senseless some people were.
How could a beautiful prize pussy like Crissy be stupid enough to leave her door wide open? Didn't she knew that was like leaving a blatant invitation out to fuck her'?
An invitation that she'd be happy to accept.
She was inside now. She could hear the television on in the other room. She put her bag of equipment down and got on all fours, to creep along the wail, like a street rat.
She managed to get into the hall, and then, turning a corner, was able to see the back of Crissy's head.
She was home, all right, watching some shit on television, her gorgeous legs crossed and up on the coffee table.
All she had to do now was to make sure they were completely alone in the house, and then she'd be all her.
She crept up the stairs, careful not to make the slightest sound. When she was on the second floor of the split-level, she checked each room.
She knew that Crissy was an only child, and that if there was no one upstairs and her parents were away for the weekend, that meant that no one was going to interfere with any of her plans.
If she played her cards right she could have her for the rest of the weekend, until early Monday morning!
She came back downstairs.
She reached into her pants and removed the oversize white handkerchief, the first bit of equipment she'd designated for use against her prey.
Creeping along on all fours once more, she was up to the rear of the sofa. Slowly, so as not to give away her position, she stealthily lifted himself up, then, smiling at the ease at which this whole thing was happening, dropped the twisted handkerchief down on Crissy's face.
She'd never heard a girl scream so loud before. Or try to scream, that is, as all that was able to come out from between her lips was the muffled screams of the voice that was being blotted out by her makeshift gag.
She held it there tightly, feeling her tense fingers clawing at him. She didn't move, and started speaking in a soft, even voice.
"Don't try to struggle, or scream, and I won't hurt you," she said.
Finally, when Crissy realized it was useless, she stopped trying to yell out, but kept her hands firmly on her.
"Now," she said, " I want you to remove your hands from mine. If you do this, I'll take away my handkerchief from your mouth. Do you understand? Nod if you understand me. Now. Do it."
It took Crissy a couple of seconds to regain her composure. She thought the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
She was frightened, but she'd read somewhere that the worst thing you could do was to show fear. So she swallowed hard and nodded her head, indicating that she understood what she was trying to say.
Bonnie took her hand away from her mouth.
"Don't turn around," she said. " And stand up."
She did as she was told, slowly rising from the sofa, with her back still facing him.
She drank her in. She was in a loose fitting robe, with nothing on her feet. She was hard and throbbing now, and she could smell that sweet, delicious scent that was hers alone.
"Put your hands behind your back."
"Please ... oh, God, please, don't...." she said, turning around to face him. She saw a tall figure dressed in black with a ski mask over her face, covering her features, making it impossible for her to identify her.
"I said don't turn around, didn't I"
She shook her head rapidly up and down, really afraid now that she was going to do something to her.
"Go ahead. I want your back facing me. Now move."
Reluctantly, she did as she was told, afraid to do anything else.
"Put your hands behind your back."
She did this too, fearing now, for the first time, that perhaps she was in for something a little different than her first fears said.
She slowly put her hands behind her and waited, not knowing what to expect.
Bonnie produced a role of the black masking tape from her pocket, and let out a two foot length, which she cut off with her teeth. She took the tape and wound it around her wrists.
Tears came to her eyes as she realized that this was the first step in what she was sure was going to be a sexual attack. There was nobody around to help her, and she was now bound, to remove the use of her hands. Jesus, she thought to herself, what else is going to happen?
When Bonnie had wound the entire two feet of tape around her wrists, she was satisfied that she couldn't move them and would be unable to free herself.
"Now," she said, " Let's go upstairs...."
"Oh, please, don't ... I have money ... I can give you money...."
"Move it," she said roughly. " Or you'll never live to see the morning."
She knew that last bit of dialogue sounded a little corny, but what the fuck. Sometimes it was hard to be clever when you were as horny as she was. Slowly, reluctantly, she began to head toward the stairs. She went up slowly, hoping for some kind of miracle that would save her from this surely worse than death fate she was about to suffer.
None came. She was upstairs now.
"Into the bedroom," she said, giving her a soft shove.
She went into her own bedroom.
The place smelled like roses, as Bonnie followed her inside. Her room was immaculate, the exact opposite of her. On the wall was a John Travolta poster. Well, Bonnie thought, that's going to have to go.
"On the bed," she said to her, giving her another soft shove.
"Please...." she whimpered.
"You know, I've had just about enough of your noise, she said, so after she was seated at the edge of the bed, just as she wanted her, she removed another length of tape and put it squarely across her mouth. She could see the terror and fright in her eyes as she taped her mouth shut, and she had to admit she was getting off on this stuff.
"Now, I don't want you to move, do you understand that? I don't want you to make a sound or get off this bed. If you do, I'll ... well, I just wouldn't, if I were you."
She reached over and yanked out her extension phone from the wall, so she wouldn't get any ideas while she went downstairs and picked up the rest of her bag of tricks.
She was gone and back in a flash, convinced that she had done anything stupid in her absence.
In fact, she hadn't moved a muscle. She was still in the perfectly upright position she'd been in when she'd left her a few moments before.
"That's right. Now you're being smart," she said to her, as she got the tape out from her pants pocket again.
"Mmmmmffff," she said, trying to speak through the tape, but she was unable to get anything out.
Bonnie liked that.
"Okay," she said, " On your stomach."
She put her hands under her bare legs, the first time she actually touched any of her skin, and gently, for him, raised them so that she fell back on the bed.
Then she helped her to turn over, and moved her so that her face was toward the head of the bed and her legs almost to the bottom. She liked the fact that she slept in a wide double bed. It was a very optimistic way of sleeping.
She then made her spread her legs, forcing the night gown to rise ever so revealingly up the back of her thighs, giving him a box seat to more of her secret charms.
Making one leg go as far over as she could, she attached a length of clothesline to it, and wound it around several times, so that it would have been impossible for anyone, or anything to remove it without her outside help. When that was finished, she then cut off the remaining length, about two feet long and secured it to the left bedpost. How convenient, she figured, that the bed was so cooperatively designed.
When that was finished, she did the same thing to her other leg, so that now, with her hands tied behind her and her legs spread-eagled and tied to the bottom bedposts, she was, for all intents and purposes, totally secured and rendered helpless. Without the use of her hands there was really nothing she could do.
She didn't say a word, as she got up on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Slowly, she removed the gloves from either of her hands, and put them carefully down beside him. Then, easily, gently, so as not to make her any more frightened than she already had, she slowly lifted the robe/gown, raising it inch by inch, revealing more and more of her bare thighs.
"You're fucking beautiful," she said as she saw the incredible whiteness of her skin being displayed before him. And she more than enjoyed the way she struggled against her bonds, trying desperately from preventing the slow derobing that was taking place.
But she was having too good a time to think about anything so ridiculous as either letting her go without completely breaking her, or rushing into anything too fast. After all, she told himself, she had all the time in the world.
Now, with one remaining slide of her hands, she raised the sheer material above her ass, revealing the first of her private parts to him. She could hear, even through the gag on Crissy's mouth, the soft, confused and humiliated sob.
"There, there," she said to her, stroking the back of her hair, " This isn't going to be so bad. You'll see. Before I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me for more. You'll see."
"Mmmmmmmmfffffff," was all that she could say in response.
Now, she let the fingers of one hand lightly graze across her bottom. She enjoyed the way she pulled it against itself, tightly, trying to prevent him from feeling how soft and full it really was.
It didn't help.
She stroked it softly at first, then increased her action on it, until, she knew, she could feel her starting to relax, and in spite of herself, start to enjoy the feelings that were now coursing through her.
She let her fingers ride down the side of her legs, past the backs of her knees, then up again to the cresting curve of her ass. She was an expert at this kind of slow building up, and after a couple of minutes of her fingers dancing on her skin, she could tell that she was enjoying it.
Now, without any warning or any type of signal, she took her hands and grabbed one cheek in each.
"Mmmffff," she tried to cry out, but the gag was still too effective.
She put her mouth on the crack and began to lick at it, putting long, hot tongue tracks up and down in it, until at last she felt her bobbing up and down on the bed, trying desperately to make her stop.
No man, no boy, no one had ever been this close to her ass before, had ever touched her like this, and had never, never, even in her wildest dreams, put their mouth down there.
It was positive indecent!
It was unfair!
It was delicious!
That was what was running through her mind as she continued to work on her this way. No matter how much she protested being used like this, being abused and who knows what else, she couldn't deny the fact that she was enjoying the way she was working her over. She was starting a slow fire, that would build up and leave her in flames. She knew that, and she knew that, and the night was just beginning.
With one final spreading of her gorgeous, plump white ass, she stuck her tongue far up into her most secret of places, and began to suck with abandoned lust!
And suck she did, making the girl moan with a kind of sob that sent chills through the both of their bodies.
Bonnie promised herself then and there a time she would never forget.
For the both of them.
This was going to be so, so good.
Which was why, when she revealed from her bag of tricks the clothespins, Crissy's eyes could do nothing but open wide.
No!
Not those!
Not there!
But yes....
She was going to get clipped on her pussy....
Good and tight....
And her tits....
And of course, one right on her clitty.
Bonnie was as smooth as silk with it, knowing just how to do it good....
So good....
So fucking A good!
She was going to make the girl pay.
There were things in that bag that could transform even the simplest chairs into....
A kind of jaws of death.
Poor Crissy!
She was in for it now. The whole enchilada.
She was going to be lesbianed! In the worst, make that best, possible way!
CHAPTER TWO
She kept at it for the longest time, not removing her tongue until she came, quite deliciously and quite against her will.
Perhaps that was made it so delicious to Bonnie.
There was something about the way she moved when she came.
The bucking that she had done and the straining against her bonds somehow changed, and instead of pulling as if she wanted to be free, she began to stretch her body, like she was enervated and supercharged from the force of her expert ministrations to her asshole.
Certainly, she knew how to turn a girl on with her mouth.
She'd jammed her tongue far up into her most secret of charms, and explored the virgin territory with an aggressiveness that had sent shivers all through Mary.
She couldn't believe that he had her tied to the bed as he did, with her robe lifted over her ass and her mouth on her very sensitive asshole. She had no idea that anyone could find such a spot on her body any way sexual, and she soon discovered how wrong she was about that.
She had to admit, as much as she fought against the feeling, that she loved the way her tongue had worked inside of her, no matter how tightly she tried to keep herself.
A tonguing was a very special art, and once her tongue was inside her ass, it emanated feelings out as if it had electrical currents attached to it, and as she began to move her hips around in an involuntary pattern of response to her, she felt the juice and the heat mingling inside of herself until finally, unbelievably, with her tongue still far up inside of her, she found herself coming, shooting her pussy juice for her explosively, so that now she was lying a cute little pool that was made up of a mixture of her own saliva and her lovely spending.
She slowly took her tongue out of her ass, causing her to shudder once more, silently.
She moved up on her from behind and stroked her hair, turning her head to one side.
She stared at her, through the mask, and she could see that her eyes were watery, not from tears but from the humid gush of sexual desire that she had awakened in her.
They stared at each other for a long time and then, she lowered her mouth to her, to give her the kiss that secret lovers give each other after they've tasted the private parts, pushing her mouth down through the taut gag, so she could feel her hot breath going into her throat.
She couldn't believe what she did next. Rather than spitting in her face, or turning her pouting face away, something she normally would have done almost as a reflexive response, she found her lips willing to meet her, and to return her kiss.
After all, this was the least she could do.
Bonnie was smiling.
She knew that no woman could resist another woman who made her come.
Now, after taking her mouth away from hers, she stood at the side of the bed and began to remove part of her clothes.
Crissy watched, in fascination, as she saw Bonnie disrobing.
She was eighteen years old, but she'd never actually seen another woman naked before. Oh, she'd been in a couple of gym classes, but this was different, to say the least!
But she'd never had the privilege of watching a woman actually disrobe for her. Her pussy was hot and tingling from her recent spending, and now it began to heat up again. She didn't know where they could possibly go from here, but she was willing, she knew, to find out.
She took her pants off and neatly folded them into a corner of the room.
Then, with her pussy facing her, at the head of the bed, she slipped her thumbs under her shorts and removed those also. Now, for the first time, her eyes centered on the her naked bush and pussy.
She couldn't believe it.
It was so hot and wet and thick! She'd never seen anything even remotely like it. Certainly not on the girls in the ladies room at the school.
This girl's clitoris was huge!
For some reason, she wasn't sure why, her mouth started to water. She had this fantasy, lying there all tied up, that she'd love to get it in her mouth.
She was going to get it, but Bonnie had another place in mind first. She got behind her again, on the bed, and started to massage her ass.
Her plan was simple and thorough. She was going to be thoroughly ravished, and tortured, all through the night and beyond. She was going to take her completely, every inch of her, and she was going to begin with the place that would most quickly humble her; her asshole.
Now that she had ate her out to orgasm, she was going to do some hard fucking of it.
She had reached into her bag, on the way back onto the bed, and taken ajar of cold cream out of it.
She slowly opened the jar and put it down next to her. She spread the cheeks of her ass once more and looked at it.
She could see that it was still wet from her eating, and that some of her saliva was still oozing out of it, and dripping down into her pussy. She loved looking at her like this. So helpless, sexy and vulnerable. She told himself that she was so right, that she had the best ass in school. And now she was going to fuck it!
She was steel hard just thinking about it. She felt her moving around, quivering under her fingers as she began to massage the hole itself, putting her fingers on it and pushing up lightly, until it gave, and the tension holding it tight released. It was then a very simple matter to stick a finger up it.
She put one finger far up into her light, hot asshole, and held it there, while she squirmed crazily, and muffled pleas through her taped gag for her to stop.
She leaned over her, her finger still in her, her mouth up against her ear.
"Do you know where my finger is?" she whispered, watching her every facial move.
She shook her head yes.
"It's in your asshole, isn't it?"
She shook it again.
"Do you like it?"
She didn't move.
"I said, do you like it? You better tell me if you know what's good for you."
After a couple of seconds, Bonnie guessed for her to think things over, she began to shake her head slowly, up and down, indicating to her as best she could that yes, she did like it, she liked it quite a lot.
"Good, baby, 'cause you're going to get a lot more than that."
She went back down so that her face was just behind her ass, and began to move her finger around, rubbing and playing with the soft inner walls of her rectum, sending spasms of undeniable pleasure shooting up through her body.
"Mmmmmm ... fffmmmfff...." she moaned, and she could tell that she was getting off on this latest injection of pleasure.
Tears formed in her eyes, and this time she was helpless to resist them as they burst through, coming down in streams over her face.
"Don't cry, baby," she said, as she put two fingers around the asshole to open it further, and with one sure manipulation, was able to stick a second finger up her. " Don't cry now, 'cause there's so much more to come...."
Now she had to fingers up her ass. She gently stroked her cheeks with one hand, while with the other, she continued her actions on her, manipulating and spreading the inserted fingers, to make her asshole open up even further, than moving the in and out slowly, so that she could feel the massaging actions up against her.
She liked to push it in quickly so she could watch her ass as it jiggled.
She was gorgeous, she told himself over and over again, simply gorgeous. She had to keep telling himself not to go too quickly, that she had to keep her up like this for a long time. Too much might not be enough, and not enough might be too much.
So she inserted a third finger into her ass, and now, she could hear, even though she was gagged, the unmistakable screams that were coming from her.
After moving the fingers around for what seemed to her the longest time, she pulled them out and let her rest for a couple of seconds.
The heavings and the tears subsided, as she gently stroked the cheeks of her ass, bringing her down a little form the intolerable high she'd been on.
Now was the time to reach into the bag of tricks for yet another illusion!
The illusion of manhood!
Undeniably the best of both worlds; the manly feel and heft of a real dick, thanks to the luxurious, gigantic dildo she had, as well as the femininity that would drive it.
Crissy watched, spellbound, as Bonnie strapped it on!
Then, reaching for the jar of cold cream, she dipped two fingers into it, and brought a gob up to her ass.
She didn't put it right on the hole, not at first.
She began to rub it in all over.
It was an act unmistakably designed to further humiliate and humble the girl. She began to moan again, and move her bound wrists all about, as she felt the soothing cream work it's way into her skin. It felt so good, and that was part of the humiliation. Any time she had to admit that she was doing some-ting to her she liked, she knew that she was playing into her hands.
She kept this up for a while, and when she was sure she was completely relaxed, she took a fresh handful of the stuff, ran a little bit of it down her crack, and then, in one swift and expert motion, she pushed it up into she hole, coating it with the cold, gooey cream until it was completely covered.
She took the rest that was remaining on her fingers and rubbed it on her rampaging dildo. She knew what she was going to do now, and, getting up on her knees so she'd have the best angle, began to rub the tip of her dildo around on her spot, so that she'd know what was next.
"MMMMFFFF...." The muffled screams grew louder and more intense. Beads of sweat broke out on her face as she realized what she was in store for now. Then, as she leaned forward, the sliding, greasy properties of the cream made it possible for her cock to easily slide up into her asshole, and after four or five inches were in her, she leaned forward, so that she could have the pleasure of watching her face.
She was squinting now, in a combination of pain and pleasure, and the sweat that had started to bead up was now pouring down the sides of her face, the way it normally did when a woman got fucked in the ass.
She was swallowing continuously, as if she couldn't catch her breath, and she was moving her head back and forth from side to side. She was going to come, there was no question about it. The only question was when Bonnie would allow her to have such the much sought-after and needed release.
Not for a while. She slowed her movement, back and forth, each time moving up, burying himself another inch or two into her snatch. After several minutes, she was all the way up inside her ass, a fantastic feeling as she could feel the heat and tightness of her ass on her cock, and her pubic hairs grazing up against the smooth skin of her asscheeks.
Now she began the rhythmic fucking of her. She told himself she'd waited a long time for this and was going to enjoy ever moment.
She tried to squeeze her ass shut, but she was too big and too thick. She worked her like an expert, and when finally, she could resist no longer, she began to move with a greater force, as she stepped up the severity of her fucking. She was crying again, and trying to say something through her gag, but it didn't matter.
She reached around underneath her thighs with one hand, and found her magic button, her clitoris, which was stiff and unwielding. She could tell that she was enjoying this, there was no way she couldn't be now.
A girl's clit is a sure giveaway, no matter how hard she tries to pretend she's not getting off, when a clit is stiff it means only one thing; that a girl is hot, and wants fucking.
She was going to shoot now, also. She could feel that special tightening up of her own clit. Taking her clit in her fingers, and squeezing it hard so that she could not help but feel it, she felt herself shooting.
Finally, Crissy came, over and over again, while on her fingers, she let a discharge of her own pussy juice come forth, so that, magically, she had pulled off the considerable feat of having both of them coming at the same time!
She stayed humped over her for a long time, not wanting to move, enjoying top much the heated body beneath her.
Eventually, though, Crissy began to stir, and moving her head around looked at her with a pleading manner, signaling that she really needed to have her cock out of her ass, now that she'd fucked her and made her come twice.
Slowly, she pulled it out, inch by inch. In spite of the fucking she'd done with it, it was still hard, and she knew there was no way she was going to get stop, not for a long time. She was just beginning!
Bonnie went into the bathroom and brought back a hot, steaming towel, which she'd soaked in the sink for a while, under the running water.
She carefully placed it on her bottom, and let it stay like that, as she listened for what she knew would be the cool sigh of relief from Crissy. There was nothing that felt better, after a severe bout of punishment, that the loving kindness of the one who has inflicted the torture.
She cooed like a baby as she allowed her to care for her in this manner, loving the way she gently daubed at her skin.
Next, she applied some dry baby powder to her bottom. She couldn't believe what she was doing to her. As if she were some sort of baby, the way she was totally in command.
When she was finished, she decided to let her lay there and think about it for awhile.
She was hungry.
She went down to the kitchen and decided to make himself something to eat.
She opened the refrigerator and took out a beer and a salami and some cheese. Throwing some of the food between two slices of bread, she made herself a handsome hero sandwich and brought it back upstairs. A growing woman's got to eat!
She pulled a chair over to the bed, where Crissy was of course still tightly fettered, and, resting one foot on the edge, tilted herself back and merrily began to chomp and sip on her makeshift banquet.
"How about yourself," she said cheerfully. " You hungry?"
She looked at her through her gag. She stared at the food also. She knew how hungry you could get after great sex, and this was certainly great sex. She made her an offer. " If I take off your gag, do you promise not to make any noise?"
She shook her head yes. She still couldn't tell who she was, since she was eating through the mouth opening of her ski mask, but at least she didn't think she was going to hurt her, or do her any irreparable damage. Not if she wanted to feed her.
She put her food down and went around to her other side, to undo the tape and the gag around her mouth.
Carefully, so as not to hurt her, she removed the material and freed her.
"Thank you," Crissy said, in an uncharacteristically, for her, humbleness, which Bonnie appreciated. She smiled back at her and offered to go downstairs and make her something to eat.
"I don't think I'd be able to eat in this position," she said softly.
She was right. She didn't want her choking or anything. That would interfere with her plans. She mulled it over and decided she'd had enough in that position.
She brought over one of the other chairs in the room and after working on her leg bonds, she undid the several knots she'd used and released her legs. She immediately bent them up at her knees, loving the relief she felt at not being so tightly bound anymore.
Then, she helped her to a sitting position, and by swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she let her sit up, and get up.
She stood, letting the circulation return to the lower part of her body. She'd been mercilessly bound in that position for quite a while, and it had played havoc with her skin and joints. Her legs had temporarily fallen asleep, and now they had that prickly feeling of coming slowly back to life.
Bonnie walked her over to the chair and told her to sit down in it. She did, her hand still bound behind her so she couldn't fall back into it.
Sitting this way, Bonnie said she would go downstairs and make her a sandwich, but if she moved any or made any attempt to escape, she would punish her in ways that she didn't even want to dream about in her darkest nightmare.
"Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes. I'm not stupid enough to want to get myself hurt. I'll sit here. I'm in your command. I know that and I won't try anything. I promise."
"Good," Bonnie said. " I'm glad you're being sensible about this. You have no choice, so you might as well sit back and enjoy it. It's not so bad, is it."
Crissy stared at the floor. " No," she said, meekly, and without much conviction.
Bonnie flew down the stairs, delighted with the way things had gone so far. She threw something's together for Crissy, and a couple of minutes later she was back upstairs, bringing her the food and a bottle of beer.
She realized she wouldn't be able to eat by herself, so she decided she'd feed her. Holding up the food to her mouth, she made her eat it, bite by bite, in between, when she'd swallowed, forcing her to drink some beer to wash things down.
It took quite a while to feed her, and when she was finished, she made her sit there while she polished off the last of her sandwich and beer....
When that was done, she got up, stretched, and came over to her.
Without saying a word, she took on of her legs and brought it around so that it looped over the side of the chair, over the armrest.
"What are you ... what are you doing?" she asked, breathless and frightened.
"I don't want you to say anything," she announced, as she bound her leg firmly this way so that beneath her robe her thigh was well spread and exposed. " Do you understand that? If you don't, you'll have to go back on the gag, and I really don't want to do that to you anymore."
"No, please ... not that...."
"Then you won't ask anymore questions?"
"Oh, God...." she moaned, realizing once again how helpless and vulnerable she was. She was going to keep at it, keep the sexual domination going, and there was nothing she was going to be able to do about it.
"Well? I'm waiting for your answer."
"No...." she said, letting her voice trial off.
"No what?"
She looked at her puzzled, and then it dawned on her what she was expecting her to say. She looked down to the floor, and took a deep breath in. She wanted to fight it, to fight for at least her self respect, but she was intent upon taking that away from her also, and if she wanted to badly enough, she'd be able to. That much was obvious.
"Yes ... mistress," she finally said, furious with herself for submitting so easily.
"That's right. That's how you'll answer to me from now on."
With that, she took her other leg and loped it over the opposite side of the chair, so that now she was sitting with her legs open, and wide, with her thighs spread and bound. She couldn't move an inch, except forward, because of the way her hands were bound, and if she did that the pain would be too much too bear. She was once again a total physical prisoner.
Slowly, she went down on her knees in front of her.
"Let's see what you really look like, pretty baby," she said as she slowly lifted the gown that had fallen in from of her pussy, the only thing protecting her from her curious gaze. She lifted the thing slowly and a towering blush came to her face.
She was exposed, put naked before her, her most private pussy, her most cherished possession; the pussy she'd dreamed of one day giving to the woman she would fall in love with and hope to marry.
"It's beautiful," she said, easily, a new smile on her face. " I'm going to do some beautiful things to it. Don't worry, babe, you're going to come a lot more before I'm through with you."
With that, she stuck her tongue out and wiped her lips with it, in front of her face, so she could see her do it.
She laughed when she shook her head slowly from side to side, as if to plead with her not to continue her actions, even though she knew it was useless to protest, that protesting would only make her want to go further, to humiliate her in every possible way.
She lowered himself once more, and staring between her legs, began to softly plant wet kisses between her thighs, one by one, on either side, working her way up, slowly but surely, until she was able to take deep breaths and inhale her wonderful pussy scent.
She smelled like the deepest musk she could ever imagine.
And her lips were gorgeous, thick and creamy looking, surrounded by the blackest, deepest, thickest bush she had ever seen on a woman. She promised himself that she would have a full course dessert on her, as a perfect topper to a perfect meal.
She looked up once at her, to see if she was watching her face, and of course she was.
"Relax, now, this isn't going to hurt a bit," she said.
She held her breath and tried to move her legs, which she couldn't, and then she felt it.
Once more, her tongue was on the make.
Sticking it out as far as she could, she again used her considerable oral talents, and with the determination of a mad woman, shoved her tongue into her waiting, dripping pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
She loved the taste of pussy. Crissy's pussy in particular.
She was sure the faint fruity taste came from some douching process that the girl had used not four or five hours before she became her sexual captive.
She wasn't sure why she was into that, if she was a virgin. At least that was the word around the school, that she was a virgin.
If someone asked her, or more specifically, her tongue, she's have to say no, that she'd fucked around in the past, which was why maybe she was into sophisticated things like flavored douching.
Which set her mind to thinking. She would be doing something like that for a reason. What if she had a boyfriend, and what if that boy were on her way over tonight.
After all, with her parents away for the weekend, wasn't it the perfect time to get into her quim and stuff it mightily for a time with dildo? She let these thoughts enter her mind, but they didn't stay very long. She had other things to consider. Like, if she could get her tongue any deeper into her.
Not only that, but she was afraid she was going to rip it out of her head, the way she twisted in the chair.
She looked up, her tongue still buried in her, and she could see her head flying from side to side. With her legs tied over the sides of the chair, she was as well spread as the highest price hooker you could imagine, and she was obviously torn between the sexual humiliation of being taken by Bonnie, disguised now as some hooded sexual maniac, and the sheer joy of being eaten out.
She knew that one of the greatest thrills any woman could have, and one of the finest privileges for any man, was to have a tongue buried in that sweetest of honey pots, a woman's tight, lightly scented, delicious warm pussy.
And she was an expert. Her head moved around so that she could get the best angles. Her fingers lightly pressed into the warm flesh of her naked and spread very white thighs, and as she kept up the action, she began to move, from the small of her stomach, undulating in that unmistakable pre-come rhythm that only the finest of women know how to coordinate.
Now, the soft, whispery sounds began to emit from her mouth.
"Oooohhh ... that's so ... that's ... Oh, God, don't ... yes ... it's so ... OOOOHHHHH...." She couldn't believe it. Whatever hold the hooded stranger had on her had just escalated, and she was now, if she could possibly believe this, trying to push her hips out even farther than they already were, as her mouth stepped up it's action on her cunt.
"I'm going to ... oh. no ... don't ... I'm going to ... Jesus ... I'm ... COMING...."
With that pronouncement, Bonnie took her mouth just an inch or so away from her warm wet pussy, where she'd been feeding like a bull at the trough, and watched her, as her face twisted in the delicious contortions of agony.
"Jesus ... Oh, Jesus...." Crissy kept on saying, over and over again as her hips went into a high speed twitching, and she came in a prolonged spending of the highest quality.
When she finally stopped, she opened her eyes and looked at Bonnie with the kind of look that meant only one thing.
Bonnie stood and put her arms around her captive.
"You're so beautiful," she said and kissed her warmly, on her mouth, letting her tongue come through the open slit for her mouth that was on the mask.
When she broke, she leaned back.
"I ... I want to see your face," she said, her own tongue coming out and licking at her lips.
"No."
"
I want to ... After all, you've stripped me, it's only fair that I get to see you ... naked."
Bonnie couldn't believe it. There was almost a smile on her face, a wicked, leering smile.
She always knew what to do with a pretty face. Like now.
So she wanted her to know that she was enjoying things. Well, she thought to himself, let's see how she feels about this. Let's see how much she enjoys this.
She slowly put her hands back down to her rock hard dildo, standing as stiff as military attention.
Her eyes dropped, involuntarily, and she licked her lips and sucked on the bottom one, her eyes widening in naked delight as she studied the huge member that had only a short time ago taken the cherry from out of her asshole.
"You like my thick dildo, don't you?" Bonnie asked her, her voice warmer now that it had been yet.
"Yes," she said, without hesitation.
"You love it."
"Yes."
"Say it."
She shifted her eyes so they were looking directly at her. " I love your dildo," she said, smiling, as she tilted her head to one side, almost as she were challenging to take this game even farther than she already had.
She moved quickly, without saying a word, her stiff hard-on shaking freely as she did. Her hands were nearly trembling as she opened her gown. She let her tits free for the first time, and she quickly looked down at herself. She was no fool. She knew that she had sexed her enough at this point that she was too hot to be shy, or mournful. That would come, if ever, much later. Right now she was a lady filled with lust, and when lust is the active ingredient, dildo is the only satisfier.
Which is why she moaned with delight as she began to fondle her breasts.
"Yes ... God, yes, that feels so ... good," she said softly, as her two large hands continued to caress and mold her, making her nipples stand up in rapt attention, overly sensitive to her every manipulation. " Jesus, what are you ... oh, shit, that's right ... that's so right...."
She was getting hotter and wilder as she kept up her relentless fondling of her tits.
Soon, her dildo found its way between her tits, and when she looked down, she had the best seat in the house to watch the tit-fucking she was about to get.
It made her face go even redder than it had before, as her gigantic dildo worked like a piston, moving up and down between the luscious twin mounds of her beautiful, baby fat and well standing bubbies.
"Harder," she said softly, as she watched her work on her. then, she suddenly turned her face up and looked at her with come hither written all over her face. " Come on, boy ... I want you to come on them ... come on, baby, I know you can...."
It was all the encouragement she needed. She began pumping her hips faster and faster, the friction causing her tits to begin to swell ever so slightly, a condition that only added to the pressure on her dildo. With a final lunge, that brought her dildo jabbing up to the bottom of her chin, she began to come, from inside her hot pussy just behind the ting, over and over and over, shooting her white steaming jism over Crissy's chin and her tits.
"Aaaahhh," Crissy sighed, as she felt the hot, thick syrupy goo shoot on her naked skin. She had to admit it was one of the greatest feelings she ever had.
Even when she finished and she pulled her dildo away from her tits, she was still in the semi-swoon it had produced in her. She smiled lightly and watched her as she went down on her tits again, this time licking off her own come.
She had to giggle out loud. " You're a nut case," she said, happily, as she was treated to this most special of washings.
But she wasn't quite through with her. She gathered up all that had come on her chin, in her fist, and she forced her to open her mouth and swallow it.
Even this didn't throw her. She wanted to show her how much she had wanted her to do this, how she had been actually jealous when she had to watch her lick it off her chest. She exaggerated her lip actions and made smacking noises as she continued to suck up every last drop.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, when she was finally through.
"Now," she said, her face newly enervated by the sexual raping she. was experiencing. " Can I see your face? Can I please see the face of the man whose fucking me over?"
"Not yet," Bonnie said. " Not quite yet. And you have to be punished for asking."
It was the first time the smile was off her face in quite a while.
"Punished? What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. I don't like you asking me to take my mask off so many times."
She swallowed. " What are you going to do?"
"Give you a spanking."
"NO!" she screamed. " NOT THAT!"
She enjoyed the depth of her reaction, knowing she'd hit a nerve. So she didn't want a spanking. Well, that meant that was just what she was going to get.
She undid her feet, ready for the struggling that was surely to come. It was a good thing, she told himself now, that she had kept her arms tied behind her back.
It didn't take more than a minute before their positions were reversed, and she was in front of her, while she sat on the chair. By sticking her legs out she was able to bring her over her, her naked bottom smack on her hard-on, so she could feel it pressing between her lovely thighs, where she meant to keep it all the while.
Her hands were still bound by the tape behind her, but she decided she was going to increase the pressure on her, and render her even more helpless than she already was. She did this by taking some fresh tape and wrapping it around her forearms, making her press them closer together, and another strip of it around her biceps, so that her back was pinched by the restrictions.
"Oh, what are you doing...." she cried out, now, completely restricted, her tits thrust out even farther than they had been before.
She shivered when she felt her hand come down and rest on her juicy bottom.
"Now," she said, in a firm, if quiet voice, " I'm going to spank you. You are to count off each time my hand comes down. And you better count loudly and clearly, because if you don't, I'll double the number you're to receive. Do you understand?"
"Yes...."
"Yes, what."
"Oh, God ... yes ... mistress....
She let her head go limp, and it fell, dangling, between her shoulders, over her legs, near to the floor. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly, waiting anxiously for the first blow.
Bonnie purposely kept her waiting. Then, when it was almost too much to bear, she let loose with a blow that came flying down from over the top of her head.
She knew it was going to hurt, but she had no idea it was going to be as severe as it was. Her poor ass shook like a bowl of jello, and when she removed her palm, there was a distinctive red mark, outline the five fingers and the palm print itself.
"OOHH...." she screamed, adding quickly, so as not to suffer the penalty, " One...."
She waited a long time for the second blow, letting her think a long time before she let her have the second blow, causing a loud smacking noise to fill the room.
"JESUS ... TWO" she screamed, once again being forced to submit to this most brutal of humiliations.
She kept at it for ten swift and excruciating blows, until finally, her own hand started to hurt, and her bottom was completely covered in red.
"Oh, God...." she cried, as she wept, tears rolling down the side of her face, her hair covered in facial sweat as it continued to smack against her cheeks.
"That's enough, for now, I think. Are you sorry now that you got me so angry?"
"Yes, oh yes, mistress," she said, as she helped her to her feet.
"Did you deserve that?"
"Yes, mistress. Thank you for spanking me. It was the best spanking I've ever received. Thank you so much."
She kissed her on the lips. She was turning into quite a victim.
She was about to move into the next phase of her punishment, when the phone rang in the next room.
"What's that?"
"Sounds like the telephone, mistress," she said, just the slightest trace of haughtiness in her voice.
"I know that. Don't wise off, or I promise you when I get finished...."
The phone rang again.
"Who is that?"
"I don't know, mistress."
"All right. You're going to answer it. But I'm telling you, if you slip up. I'll have plenty of time to get away, and before I do, I'll make sure you regret what you do."
"I wouldn't do anything to ... any thing, mistress." Her eyes flashed at her with that crazy kind of look that told her she wasn't kidding. She knew that her ass had to be burning heavily now, and that when a woman's bottom is blistered by a professional spanker, as she liked to think she had the potential to become, there was only one result, the desire to be fucked like crazy.
It usually took a couple of minutes, but the way things were going here, it looked as if Crissy were almost there already.
She helped her into the next room, picked up the phone and held it to her ear.
"H ... hello," she stammered into the receiver.
"Is that you, Crissy?"
It was her mother.
"Yes, mother."
She looked at Bonnie, to make sure she heard who it was. She shook her head yes.
"Is everything all right, darling?"
"Of course, mother." Crissy tried to keep her voice calm as she spoke. For a second, she flashed on maybe screaming into the phone for help, that she was being held by a crazy maniac who was working her over sexually from head to foot, but she was no fool, and heeded the very proper warning she'd been given.
"Well, your father and I were just sitting around thinking that while it was wonderful that we were able to get away, we thought maybe you were bored back there, and wondering if maybe we should have brought you along."
"That's nice, mother." Nice, but way too late, she thought to herself, if they only knew...."
"Well, we'll be back Monday morning, in time to get ready for work."
Crissy looked at Bonnie. She smiled. She heard that and knew then that they were going to be away the whole weekend. Crissy frowned. It meant she was going to be put into much more torture than she could have planned before, when she didn't know exactly what was happening.
"That's nice, mother."
"Well, you take care of yourself, you hear, Crissy?"
"I'll do that, mama. And you have a good time. And say hello to father for me."
"All right. Now take care."
"You said that, mama."
"Why, so I did."
The phone went dead.
Crissy looked at Bonnie for approval.
"You did well," she said, smiling as she hung the receiver back on the hook.
"Thank you, mistress."
"Of course, that means that I can do whatever I wish with you for all that amount of time."
"Yes, mistress. Please, sir, won't you...."
"What, Crissy?"
"Won't you ... take off your mask and let me see what you look like?"
She backed away and looked at her, standing there in only her sheer nightie, otherwise naked with her hands hopelessly bound behind her and her tits made to stand rigidly at attention.
"Not yet. Maybe, if you behave yourself, I'll reward you with that later. Maybe."
"I do hope so," she said softly.
"Now, let's go back inside, Crissy."
She wondered if she knew her name before the phone call.
They went back inside, and she was told to sit on the edge of the bed.
She sat down, and the heat from her bottom made it stink on the cool sheets. " Ouch," she said softly, letting her know that she really hurt.
"Don't worry. You'll soon forget all about that pain," she said. The sneer with which her voice held that thought put another shiver down her spine.
She pushed her back down on the bed, so that she was on her back, and she took a pillow and slid it under her bottom.
"Here, maybe that'll make you a little more comfortable."
"Yes, mistress," she said.
She then put her hands between her thighs, and gently spread them. She understood what she was supposed to do, and without any further encouragement, allowed her legs to go as wide as they could. She enjoyed doing this, knowing that she would really get off on the beauty of her inner thighs, and the soft plush lips of her pussy. She'd studied her own pussy in the mirror many times, and knew how much of a beauty it was.
But there was something Ronnie had to do.
It began with the special bag of tricks she had. Reaching in, she took out the wonderful, spiky leather goods, that in a flash, secured the girl in just the right way.
For example, there were huge, sharp hooks pointing inward from her thighs ... the slightest movement to close them would mean her pussy getting roughed up ... some thing Crissy certainly didn't want!
And then, the girl watched as the figure in the mask took a candle and lit it.
She didn't quite understand that. After all, there were lights all over the....
God!
No!
Not that!
The masked one was taking the candle and holding it over her nipple ... and tilting it!
That meant she was going to drip wax on her nipple.
As restrained as she was, she couldn't help twisting and turning from it....
"Ohhh...."
That made Bonnie smile.
She knew there was no way out. And as drop after drop of the stuff came down, her eyes widened as she watched it do it's magic stuff!
Until she knew that the girl was ready!
She was between her in a flash, and she knew that all the preliminaries were now over. She was going to be fucked.
And not a moment too soon, the heat from the spanking and the burning wax had set a fire inside of her, and she was burning up for it now, needing it, wanting desperately to be fucked. Her pussy was fairly dripping with her own juice, and there was no way of hiding it.
Bonnie came over her, and inched the tip of her dildo just to the edge of her lips, moving it up and down her peach slit, almost, but not quite inside of it.
"How does that feel, baby," she said.
"Ooh ... that feels, really ... great ... you big prick...." she said, smiling, in spite of it all, as she began to move it in a little further, inching it up her pussy, feeling for the first time the tightness of her adorable pussy on her dildo.
"Oh, yes...." she said as she began thrusting her hips almost immediately, taking again and again the full force of her big dildo as it worked on her, moving in and out, up and down, doing slow circle movements, giving her a thorough, deep fucking.
"Christ ... that's SO ... SOOOQO...." She was swooning from it now, pulling her legs back as far as she could get them, taking her dildo in her over and over again, until she thought she was going to go crazy!
Her mouth was open, but there were no more words coming out of it. Her head went from side to side, and her eyes shut tightly, as she began to come yet again, one more time. Over and over she pumped her hips, working on her dildo, giving her the fullest pleasure she knew how.
She suddenly went rigid, and she knew what that meant.
"Oh, yes ... come on ... yes ... that's right ... that's it...." she moaned as she could feel her jet streamer opening up once more, and her cum shooting deep into her waiting, seething womb.
She stayed like that for several minutes, until finally she pulled her dildo slowly out of her.
"That was glorious ... thank you so much, mistress," she said softly, as she relaxed her body and moved on to one side, to take the pressure off of the hands that were so tightly bound behind her.
"Yeah, that was great," she said, huskily, as she fell off next to her, landing on her back, putting one hand on her head and staring at the ceiling.
"Would it be all right with the mistress if I rested for a while?" Crissy asked, her body feeling the pain as well as the pleasure.
"Huh? Yeah, all right. I'll let you get a little rest. But you better be ready when I am for some more, or else...."
"I know mistress. Have no fear. I think...." she blushed and bit her lip. " I think I want it as much as you do."
With that, she leaned over and kissed her, hard, on the mouth.
"Thank you," she whispered, as she leaned back and easily fell into a most rewarding sleep.
She was dog tired also, afraid to admit it before now. She let himself rest next to her, actually able to feel the heat coming off her body.
She thought about a lot of things, about all the times at school she'd ignored her, preferring to go with the older guys, or just generally playing the role of cockteaser. She wondered if she had any idea, yet, who her captor was.
She looked over at her. Her hair was so pretty, as she laid there, sleeping, so dark and thick and straight.
She knew that this was a dangerous thing she was doing.
Dangerous for a lot of reasons. Dangerous because she could get caught. Dangerous because she could go to jail. Dangerous because her whole life could be mined by the authorities.
But dangerous most of all, for the one thing that no one would be able to prevent, if she wasn't careful.
She was hesitant to admit it, but she was becoming very fond of Crissy, now that she had explored all her privates, and turned her into a most willing slave nymphet.
She was afraid there was the slightest chance that she just might be falling in love with her.
Shit.
There was always something to come along and spoil a good thing.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bonnie awoke before Crissy. It was still dark out, although when she checked her watch she realized it was going to be light in a very short while. She had a lot of work to do. Move to her own place, for one, where she could really get into this punishment business. There was equipment galore there, just waiting for this fresh cooze to work on.
So she shook Crissy slightly, to make sure she was still asleep. Slowly, the girl awoke, and once she was back in the real world, Bonnie informed her they were moving ... to her place.
"I'll have to blindfold you for the ride, and of course keep your hands tied. You understand...."
Crissy didn't say anything. She knew she had no choice.
So it was up and at 'em, and soon, they were on their way....
A short time later they were at Bonnie's, and the woman went right to work making preparations for what was undoubtedly going to be a mouthwatering time to be had by all....
The first thing Bonnie did was to check the hook set-up. She'd brought four of them; just enough for what she had in mind.
She took one of the chairs in the room and got on it, while she brought up the portable hand drill. Setting himself up in such a position, she was able to make two holes, 24 inches apart, in which to insert the screw hooks. Slowly, she twisted the hooks into place, swinging on them with her full body weight to make sure they were sufficiently secured.
When she was through with those, she moved the chair out of the way and set to work on the bottom hooks. These were easier to handle. She drilled two holes 24 inches apart, directly below the ceiling holes, and once again inserted the hooks. When they were twisted into the floor, she was ready. Next, she suspended two lengths of chain-cuffs from the ceiling. They hung down to just below six feet, so that a girl Crissy's size would have to reach up with her hands to be able to fit into them. She laid a bar on the floor and attached that to those hooks. The bar had cuffs attached to either side. She was ready now, she thought, for the next step.
She got Crissy.
"Mistress," Crissy said, " My arms hurt from these ... straps."
"I know," Bonnie said. " I'm going to take your bonds off."
"You are?" A smile lit across Crissy's face.
She turned her over and undid the couplings, cutting the sticky tape away with a scissor. When that was finished, Crissy brought her arms around to her sides and rubbed them together. They had been tied like that for hours, and now, she was feeling the circulation in them for the first time in a long time.
"Aahhh," she sighed, as she put her arms around her once more, and gave her another kiss, this one for letting her free.
But it was only for the moment.
She didn't know that she had other plans for her, and that she was starting before dawn because she thought they had a very busy schedule in front of them.
"Get up, baby," she said to her, and she looked at her funny. It was then that she saw the chains hanging from the ceiling for the first time.
"What's ... what's that...." she said, pointing to them, her face dropping the smile like it was too hot to hold.
"It's our next game," she said. " Now get up and get underneath the chains."
"I can't...." she said.
"Why not?"
"I have to go to the bathroom," she said, quietly, blushing.
Of course. That made sense, she hadn't been allowed to go since she'd gotten there, especially after she'd fucked her in her ass. Of course she had to go to the bathroom.
"All right. I'll take you there, But don't try anything funny."
"In the bathroom?"
She realized how silly that sounded. Letting her off the bed, she followed her down the hall to the bathroom, where she went in and closed the door. She heard the water running, and waited a little while.
After a minute, she began to suspect something was wrong. She knocked on the door and asked her if she was all right.
No answer.
Something was definitely wrong.
She leaned into the door and found it was locked from the inside. She gave it a stiff push with her shoulder, and the little inside lock that was keeping it closed proved to be no match for her strength. Once inside, she knew immediately that she was gone. The window to the bathroom was open, and the cold air smacked her across the face.
She ran to it and looked out, and could see Crissy almost to the ground, sliding down a drain pipe, clutching at it with her hands and feet.
She ran out of the bathroom and made it for the stairs, traveling at top speed, doing three and four steps at a time, until she was on the main floor of the house and heading toward the door. She was furious. She had trusted her and she'd double-crossed her. That wasn't going to sit well with her.
She got to the part of the house where the drain pipe was, and saw Crissy just beginning to scamper off. She started running at top speed, and in a burst of motion she was able to get to her before she made it to the end of the lawn. Throwing her arms out, she put a heavy tackle on her, and the both of them came tumbling down. His hand found her mouth before she was able to scream out, and, as the night still covered them, she dragged her back inside her house, her heels leaving deep marks on the lawn.
"Mmmmafffff...." she screamed into her hand, trying as she did to bite the fingers.
She was furious when she got her inside. She turned her around and took a full smack at her face, the back of her palm hitting her squarely on the side, sending her head over head into a corner of the room.
She was terrified now, too terrified to move, she came over and stood with her legs at her head, and bent down. She didn't move a muscle as she saw her reach into her pants and pull out the roll of tape. In another second, four strong lengths were across her mouth, in slightly varying angles, making it impossible for her to move any part of her lips or lower jaw.
"I trusted you," Bonnie kept saying, over and over again. " I trusted you and you betrayed me. I'm the mistress and you're the slave and you tried to get away. You're going to pay for this."
There was sheer terror on her face as she clutched her by her hair and decided that that was the proper way to drag her back up the stairs. Taking her by a hankful, she dragged her along the floor, her arms, clutching at her leg to try to reduce the searing pain that the hair pull was causing.
Up each stair she let her body bump until finally, gratefully Crissy thought, they were on the second floor.
Now she dragged her into her bedroom, and threw her in front of the floor hooks.
"You little slut. You're going to be sorry for what you did."
She already was, the tears welling up inside of her eyes. She looked at her pleadingly, but it was no use. She had played her one ace and had blown it.
And she still had to go to the bathroom.
She made her stand up, in spite of the fact that she was all dirty and grimy and ungroomed from the little episode that had just transpired. She forced her to put her hands over her head, causing her to go up on her tiptoes.
When she did, she easily secured each of her hands to the lengths of chain hanging down.
Next, she went to work on her feet. She did first the left, then the right, attaching them each to a ring cuff that was attached to the chain.
Next, when she was satisfied with the way she was hung, she walked slowly around her.
"Little slut," she whispered. " Little tramp. I know what to do with unruly slaves."
She thought she was carrying all of this entirely too far. And she would have told her so if her mouth weren't so severely taped.
"I want you out of those messy clothes," she said, enraged at the fact that she had trusted her her and had been let down; tricked; phonied into almost being a first class sucker.
She put her hands on the material just in front of her tits and with one quick and sure yank, pulled it away, ripping the silken body robe into two pieces that clung to her hands as it fell away from her body.
Now she was completely nude.
"You're filthy," she spat, disappearing into the same bathroom she'd tried to escape from.
The first thing she did was to shut that damn window. She hated drafts.
Next, she washed her own hands thoroughly. She detested dirt, especially if it wasn't her.
After that, she grabbed a towel and soaked it in the sink, after which she soaped it up to a rich lather.
When she returned, she found her, in spite of her anger, most desirable as she hung there in front of her. She was almost moved to forgive her to let her down and let her fuck her. but she knew she could never trust her again. It was going to have to be this way from now on.
She used the towel on her washing her down, making sure that she got every inch of her. especially her tits, ass, and cunt. She wanted those to be immaculate, of course.
And she was very careful with her face, until. after almost forty-five minutes had passed, she was satisfied that she was clean enough for her to play with.
During all of this, she totally ignored her sobbings and pleadings, made through the tape. Every time a tear fell from her eyes, she coldly washed it away.
When she was finished, she stared at her for awhile, then, came up close to her. face to face, her body not three inches from her, and with no warning, shoved three fingers coldly into her pussy.
Just above where the black, impossibly thick dildo stood, waiting for her to be lowered ... waiting with the sharp hook-like teeth all around it.
It served as the best kind of warning!
Crissy jumped noticeably, not ready for that sudden, assaulting move on her person. She wasn't sure what she was going to do next, but she was horrified when she saw the look on her face.
She was going to make her come.
She started moving about her pussy, and within a matter of seconds, she started to soak up. She had unusually big fingers for a boy her size, and as they masturbated her, the three together felt like one oversized cock.
In spite of her fear and her crazed look, she began to warm to her again. She was so ... strong, she thought, so forceful. She couldn't help but begin to respond to her ministrations.
When she took her fingers out, she noticed a look of sadness cross her face, as if she wanted her to go on doing what she'd been doing forever.
But she had bigger fish to fry.
Reaching into her bag of supplies, she managed to pull out a gigantic vibrator, on of the better ones, that worked on three batteries. It was long and stiff and made of black plastic, and when Crissy saw it, her eyes widened with apprehension. No, she thought, she's not going to use that on me ... she's not....
But she was. That was the whole idea. Clicking the thing on, she began with her tits, letting just the very edge of the massive vibrator touch them. She enjoyed the way her tits jumped out at her as if they had a life of their own. They wasted no time in straining, like two growing buds, until they each stood an good half inch up and away.
Crissy twisted from the sensations, although her movements were mostly restricted by the chains and cuffs. Still, she was able to get her message across. She was getting very hot and bothered by the little electric buzzer, and was struggling to do something about it.
Bonnie slowly began to move the thing down her body, letting the sweat that had already formed on her stomach coat the thing. Lower, lower, still lower she went until she was just above her pussy. She could see that her clit was already starting to protrude in the sheer anticipation of the vibrator.
She didn't touch it right away, preferring instead to massage her cunt lips.
She threw her head back in a combination of frustration and sheer heat, as she mercilessly played all the way around her pussy, without touching the clit. She knew that unless she brought the vibrator right on to that, she would go crazy before she would get off.
Even when she shoved it up her pussy and held it there while she looked in her eyes, and watched her swoon with delight, she still couldn't get off.
Now. she reached once more for her roll of tape. Watching her with the frightened eyes that grew wider and more apprehensive with every moment, she couldn't believe what she did to her next.
She shoved the vibrator in as far as it could go, a good ten inches at least, and held it there while she ripped off a piece of the tape with her teeth.
Satisfied that she wouldn't move, she removed her hands from the vibrator and taking the tape, put it across her pussy, so the thing was now taped in her.
She was shaking her head back and forth, sweat breaking out on her forehead, and she paid no attention to her at all.
She was concentrating, instead, on applying the tape, ripping pieces off and sticking them on her pussy, until, satisfied, she had put more than eight pieces into her like that.
She looked at her with a pleading, begging look. She tried to talk through the tape but it was no use.
The gentle, easy, yet insisted vibrations from the thing were driving her into a genuine frenzy. Never, never in her entire life had she been so worked up as she was right now. She thought she was going to lose it right there. The vibrations were emanating in larger and larger circles, as if she were a pond and someone had thrown a rock right at her center. Yet, for all the pleasure she was being afforded, she wasn't able to get off with it, because Bonnie had cleverly left her clitoris untaped.
In this fashion, her clit was not receiving any kind of tactile stimulations, and therefore it was unable to push her over the edge.
She smiled. She knew she would do anything now to come. She would get down on her knees and blow her in Macy's window if she would only touch it, just once, touch it just one single time with her fingers. She'd give her anything, be her slave for life, if she would just stop this incredible torture.
But she had no intention of that. She preferred to watch her, to study her as she shook and undulated in the most lascivious fashion, as she tried in vain to get free.
She wasn't going to do this to her. She wasn't going to be this cruel, for she knew that this was about as cruel as you could get to a woman, but she deserved it.
She decided to leave her like this while she made himself come coffee.
"Mmmmmffff...." she cried out through the tape. making barely more noise than a muffled whisper, as she implored her not to leave her like that, but her pleas fell on purposefully deaf ears.
As she struggled and shook on her bonds, she went downstairs to the kitchen and took out the electric percolator.
She put some coffee on and made himself another sandwich, humming and enjoying the breaking morning. She was playing a little game with himself, making believe this was her house and she was growing up rich, in the suburbs of Queens, getting himself ready to go to work, which of course she was.
She sat down, poured himself a cup of fresh, black coffee, ate her sandwich, sat back and relaxed, taking as much time as she felt like taking.
Almost a full half hour had passed since she'd shoved the vibrator in Crissy. She wondered how the poor dear was doing. Taking one final stretch, and one final sip of coffee, she decided to go back upstairs and check her out.
She took a full cup of the hot steaming coffee with her.
She couldn't believe the difference in her when she laid eyes 'back on her. She was like a wild woman now. The effects of the vibrator were, electric, to say the least. Her hair was all wild, and her eyes were almost completely out of her sockets. Her body was filled with sweat, and she was heaving, breathing in dangerously short breaths.
"Have you had enough?" she asked her, and she shook her head, violently, up and down.
"Do you promise to be a good girl from now now one?"
Again, she shook her head.
"You were a very bad girl, weren't you?"
"Yes," she said through her gag. She knew that she was prolonging her agony, and doing it on purpose. This was all part of the punishment.
"Do you want to come?"
She shook her head even more vigorously than before.
She smiled. She had about fifty more questions she wanted to ask her, but she decided to give her a break. Putting her hands on her clit, she barely touched it before she went wild, pushing back and forth on it, moving her ass up and down and all around, and coming in the longest, most luxurious orgasms in a woman she'd ever witnessed.
"There, there," she said, soothingly, as she wiped away the sweat from her face.
She then reached down and switched the vibrator into the off position. It was like throwing the off switch on the lights of Times Square. Suddenly, with one violent motion, she slumped in her bonds, hanging there with her legs spread, in a dead faint.
She'd managed to get her off, and her body was now reacting. She supposed it was a good thing she did it when she did. Otherwise, she might very well have passed the point of no return. That would have been awful. What a waste.
Of course, Bonnie wasn't that worried. She knew just how far she could take her. She sat back down on a chair nearby, kicked her feet up on the top of her bureau and easily and relaxedly had her last cup of coffee.
When she finished, she carefully went to work removing the tape that was holding the vibrator in her pussy.
It wasn't easy, but she managed to get it out, just as she was coming to. She thought she could make out her sighs as the thing came easily sliding out, covered from tip to top with her pussy juice.
"Open your mouth," she said to her, once, as she ripped off the tape that had gagged her.
No sooner was it removed than she opened her mouth to receive the vibrator.
She knew what was expected of her and wasted no time obeying. She was going to be a very good girl from now on.
She sucked on the black plastic thing, putting on quite a show for her, trying to please her. Her entire focus now was on her mistress. Gone were the thoughts of trying to escape. Gone were the thoughts of trying to outwit her. All she wanted to do now was to make her happy.
She had succeeded in the first phase of her training program. She had turned her; made her a prime slave.
Now, the fun was about to begin, she had plans for her. Great, complex plans of punishment that would carry them through this day and into the night.
If, when she left, she were still in any way an independent, free woman, she would consider himself a failure.
The only question left was when she was going to remove her mask.
She knew there would come a time when she would let her see who she was. When she would want her to see who she was. That was part of it, that was part of the psychological warfare of what they were up to.
When the time was right, when she was sure she was completely in love with her,-then she would reveal himself to her.
What a moment that was going to be. Here was Crissy, the haughtiest girl in school, the girl who completely ignored her, and she'd been the one to fuck the living shit out of her.
She took the vibrator out of her mouth.
"Was that good, baby?" she asked her.
"Yes, mistress," she said, in that soft, subdued tone that told her she was no longer playing a part, but living a role.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you now?"
"No, mistress."
"I'm going to whip you."
"NO."
"Yes. I'm going to whip you until you beg for mercy. Do you understand...."
"Oh, please don't do that sir ... I promise I'll be a good girl....
"But you promised that to me before and you tried to get away."
"I'm sorry...."
"Sorry's not good enough...."
"Please...."
"It's no use. You might as well prepare yourself."
With that, she pulled out a long black whip from her bag, with several loose ends on it. She was going to give her a beating she would never forget.
If she lived long enough to remember it, that is.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bonnie was determined to take her sweet time with the whipping, making sure that all the attachments on the board where Crissy was attached were sharp and menacing. What fun!
This was meant to be punishment, and the longer and more agonizing it was, the more he felt the punishment would be effectively administered.
There is a form of whipping known as " striping," or " crucifixion," that Bonnie had been eager to try on a victim. She'd first come across it in one of the novels she kept stashed in her special drawer at home.
Striping involves using the whip to create a series of marks on the victim's body, so that the pain will crisscross, and increase in tension, as the skin reacts at so-called cross purposes. The term crucifixion comes from the more right-angled crossing of the whip marks.
Bonnie meant now to give Crissy a severe striping. She had tried to escape from her, and after using the vibrator on her, she was sufficiently warmed up so that she would be able to withstand the most severe of punishments.
She began by snapping the whip in the air several times, creating a crackling sound that sent fear shooting into Crissy's veins. She knew that there was no way she was going to be able to avoid what was surely to come. She was worried that her tender skin wouldn't be able to take the severe physical abuse it was about to receive. She closed her eyes, tried to brace herself as best she could, and waited for the inevitable.
It began from behind.
She was unable to twist around to watch, because her hands were tied to the cuffs in an almost upright position, so that the turning of her head was blocked by her upper arms.
There was no mistaking the force or the pain that followed.
THWACK! The first blow crossed her ass smoothly, hitting both cheeks as it laid down an intense, red. pouting smack. It forced Crissy to jump forward, emitting a quick, soft, " mmmfff" through her now ungagged mouth.
"That's right," Bonnie said. " I'm going to let you have it real good now."
THWACK!! Again, the whip came down, this time at a slightly different angle, so that the marks appeared to cross each other.
"Please, Crissy pleaded, but it was no use. She was working herself up into a lather now as she continued to bring the whip down, blow after blow, on her delicious bottom, until there wasn't an inch left of unmarked skin.
Crissy was twisting and turning on the chains that were holding her extremities. She was blathering and pleading and nearly incoherent with the pain she was feeling. When she left her ass she went down to the backs of her thighs, determined to mark those up as well.
She did this methodically, constantly turning the whip so that the blows would overlap, yet continue to hit new skin.
"Please...." Crissy sobbed, begging her, as she came around front, to have mercy on her, that surely she wasn't going to survive such a thorough beating.
But her pleading fell on deaf ears. She began by laying down three hard smacks across her tits, causing her head to flail back and forth, and for her to cry out again and again for her to please, please stop.
Now, she started to push the whip up the front of her thighs, and she stopped her pleading, making noises only as she cried out with the slapping of the hard leather lash on her skin. But when it finally came home, when she finally started to lay the lash into her so that the tips kissed the inner lips of her pussy, she screamed at the top of her lungs, reverting to a form of primitive hate and fear that she thought she wouldn't survive.
"I can't...." she sobbed, over and over again. " Oh God, I just can't take this...." she screamed, and finally, in a burst of agony unlike any she'd ever experienced before, she fell forward into a death-like faint.
She was finished for now. her arm was sore from handling the whip. She hadn't done this much physical work since she'd earned pick-up money last summer chopping wood.
Now, though, she surveyed her work. She was even more beautiful now as she was slumped over in a temporary faint than she was when she was struggling. Her naked body glistened with her own sweat, the sweat of sweet torture that showed no signs of letting up.
This was Sunday, there was a full day to go before her parents would even think about returning home. She had lots of time to do things to her that she'd only dreamed about in the past.
She got the next sets of implements from her bag.
She reached in and pulled out the candle. Nothing like a little more wax! This was the first instrument of the next phase of her torture. She also retrieved the special harness that she had purchased, just for this occasion.
She began to come to just as she was attaching the harness to her tits.
"What ... what are you doing to me now?" she asked, a note of terror in her voice, alongside a certain breathlessness that told Bonnie in spite of everything, she was being turned on by her relentless manipulations.
She tied the harness around her so that her tits were made to protrude, even more than the overhead hanging of her arms made them. She was so perfectly formed that in this position, the nipples of her tits actually pointed upward. Beautiful, Bonnie thought to herself. Beautiful and all mine.
The harness had two bases that came out, between her tits, so that when properly attached, they forced the fleshy gloves to be even more spread apart than they already were, with little wooden trays acting as holders, between them.
It was to these trays that Bonnie attached the two tall candles.
"Don't hurt me anymore," Crissy begged. " Please...."
"You have been a bad girl to me," Bonnie finally said, after maintaining her silence for so long. "I really don't want to hurt you. I'd much rather be making love to you."
"Yes," she said, sounding as enthusiastic and honest as she did. "Why don't you. I'd love to feel your cock in my...."
She was cut off by the slap of her hand across her face.
"Don't speak to me anymore unless you are spoken to. Do you understand that?"
She shook her head, not being able to hold back the tears. Sometimes, a slap could be more severe than a whipping. She was brought up so that her parents had never lifted a finger to her, and now she was being brutalized by this ... this beast, she told herself, and for no reason. She could withstand almost anything, she knew, but not slapping. She hated slapping.
Now, she stood at mute attention as she watched, from her position of being trussed and hung from the ceiling and spread out from the floor, as Bonnie held a match to the bottom of the candles, to soften them up and make them more easily attachable to the bases between her breasts.
That was it. She was going to make her a living candelabra. She didn't understand why. What was the big charge about hanging candles off a harness on her chest?
She was soon to find out.
Once the candles were in place, she warned her that she wasn't finished with her whipping, and that any untoward movements on her part would result in her being badly burned.
Now she got the picture. She tried to brace herself as best she could, but because she'd taken a break with the whip, it was now more painful than ever to endure.
She went behind her and came down with the first whack.
"OOHHH...." she cried out, and the sudden impact of her lashing made her entire body shudder. What happened next was to impossible for even her to conceive. The jerking of her body sent the candles vibrating, causing them to spill their hot burning wax, just beneath their flames. The wax went spilling onto both of her tits, sending an excruciating sensation of burning flesh into the very bowels of her soul.
"NO ... DON'T DO THAT ANY MORE...." she screamed, but it was no use. She was determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. Again the whip came down, and again she involuntarily jerked her body, causing more wax to spill on her flesh, and to sear through it like a branding iron.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ... I CAN'T ... OH GOD, I JUST CAN'T...." she cried, and with that, she began to piss, right where she was standing.
She reveled in the delight of actually having tortured her to the point where she was pissing from the pain. She watched, as she let out a long, golden stream of her magnificent water. She ran to the corner of the room where a flower holder was standing. Reaching in, she pulled the fresh flowers out and dumped the water on the floor.
She ran back to her and put the vase right up to her pussy, so she could catch as much of her stream as she could.
They were both able to hear the loud tinkling of her piss against the side of the vase as it rapidly filled up with her water.
When she was finished, Bonnie gently blew out the candles, careful not to let anymore of the wax hit the girl. She'd accomplished all she'd wanted to with this bit of torture.
Crissy's head was slumped forward as she finally went behind her and undid the harness that had been keeping the candles in place.
She yanked on her head from behind, to lift it. She studied her face. It was a conglomeration of agony and twisted expressions. She looked to be the victim of a very severe torture session, and that pleased Bonnie a lot. it was a testament to her prowess of a real motherfucker.
Now, though, she had yet another form of torture on her mind. She lifted the vase to Crissy's face.
"Drink it," she said simply. " Open your mouth and drink it."
"No." Crissy said, staring once again to weep, in spite of the fact that she knew it would do no good to be crying. "Please, mistress, have mercy ... please...."
But it was no good. She knew that her pleadings would fall on deaf ears, as they had for the entire night. She was so sorry now that she had even thought about escaping. If she hadn't, she might now be lying in bed receiving again and again the pleasure of her mistress's big prick, instead of having to endure the most severe, heartless punishment and torture that she could imagine.
Never, she told herself, never again would she disobey her. If only she would give her another chance. If only she would show some sign of mercy.
If only....
"I said drink it...."
She was hysterical now. She just couldn't, she told her. She just couldn't.
"All right, then. I guess I'll have to get the candles back on you. I promise you it won't be as easy as it was the last time...."
Easy? The last time she thought she was about an inch away from death. What could she possibly have in store for her now?
"All right," she finally said. "If my mistress wants me to drink my own ... water, I will do it...."
She'd given up all hope now. She was trapped, and she knew it. If only she would get this over with.
"That's more like it," she said, lifting the vase to her lips.
There was nothing she could do now. She'd said she was going to drink it and that's what she had to do. Closing her eyes and trying not to breathe, she opened her lips slightly, and felt the cool ceramic lip of the vase being brought up to it. She felt her hand going on the back of her neck, to help her get it all down.
She tilted back a little and felt the first acrid mouthful filling her up. It tasted surprisingly tart, almost lemony, with a husky odor to it, coming from the very insides of her womb. It was feminine and not altogether unpleasant, and she began gulping at it, taking longer and longer swigs, until finally, she was able to drain all that she had let out, that she had captured in her vase.
"That's right, finish every last drop," Bonnie said, as she gulped down the very special potion.
When she was finished, she took the vase away and dabbed at her chin, where some had ran down. Then she made her lick and suck her fingers dry.
When she was finished, she looked at her with sparking eyes. Maybe it was the slow buildup of the fire that was inside of her. Maybe it was that somewhere in her family's background they had come from a group of slaves, but whatever the reason, in spite of the heartless cruelly she had shown to her, she was now once more, perhaps more than ever, enamored of the man who held her prisoner. She had enjoyed being humbled, having to drink her own liquid, and it only made her more aware of how much she really liked all that was happening to her.
"You deserve a little break," she said.
The words came as a great surprise to her. Not that she didn't agree a break would be most appreciated. She just didn't expect to get one from her. From anyone else, yes, but not from her.
"Thank you," she sighed, as she let her hands out of the cuffs, and her feet off the bar.
It was the first time that night, except for the debacle with the bathroom, when she'd been totally free of any sort of restraint.
She rubbed her arms and legs with her hands. It was as if she hadn't been free for years, the way she felt now.
"You are going to bathe," she said to her, leading her to .the bathroom.
"Fill the tub with water," she commanded her, and she did so, letting the hot and cold water run together. She explored her medicine chest, and found the Parisian bubble solution there.
"Here," she said, "Use some of this."
Obediently, she leaned over the tub and let some of the crystals fall into it. In a while, the bubbles cascaded over the edge, filling the tub with the blue and reddish tinted bubbles.
"Get in," she said, and Crissy, unaccountably blushing now, stepped into the water.
The heat and the liquid felt so good against her abused skin. It was what she needed, to relieve the hurt she'd received from her. She put her head back and let the waters work their magic on her.
She leaned over, a wash rag in her hands, and began to wash her down.
She was taken with her care now, almost as kind she thought as she was cruel.
With the same intense concentration she had when she was punishing her, she now applied the loving care, almost of a father, as she washed every part of her body, paying special attention, naturally enough, to her pussy.
"That's right, daddy," she said, with her eyes closed, "Wash my little pussy, so it will be so clean for you...."
She laughed. She thought that was very funny. She was playing a little game with her, and she enjoyed that. She gave her a light kiss on her lips, and she opened her eyes to look at her when she did.
Staring at her for several seconds, she then put her dripping arms around her neck and drew her very close to her.
"Come here, mistress," she said, and brought her hooded face to her mouth. She planted her lips on her and gave her a deep, tonguing kiss, to let her know that no matter what she did to her, she was happy that she could be her victim.
"You've made me very happy," she said, as she licked at her mouth. " I love the things you do to me." she was blushing as she made this confession.
"I know," she said.
"I have something else to tell you," she said, as she leaned back and continued to let her work on her this lovingly.
"What's that?"
"I have a friend coming over this afternoon."
"A friend?"
"Yes. Linda. Linda is from the same school as I am. We were going to study together. Biology." That last line made her laugh. If Linda could only see her know, she'd get a biology lesson she'd never get in school.
"How interesting. Do you think she needs to be punished?"
Crissy's eyes lit up. She hadn't considered that even a possibility. That she could have some sort of hand in opening Linda up to a whole new world of ... lust.
"Well, she's not as ... understanding as I might be...."
"All the better...."
"Yes...." Crissy said, sinking back into the water, and letting it come up to her neck.
"Of course, if you think she wouldn't be a good victim...."
"She'd be perfect," Crissy said, licking her lips. " I'd love to use the whip on her myself," she said, looking at Bonnie with pleading eyes. " Except, of course, there is one thing."
"There's always one thing," Bonnie said, dryly. " Okay, what is it?"
"Well, I think I have to see your face."
Bonnie thought about this for a long time. She'd been planning to expose herself sooner or later. She knew what she meant by having to see her before Linda did, if they were going to be allies in this little melodrama they were constructing.
"I'll think about it," Bonnie said, knowing that she had very little choice in this particular manner.
"Oh, please, mistress ... I would love to see your beautiful face...."
"How do you know it's beautiful?"
"I know ... because you are beautiful, mistress. I think ... I think I love you, mistress."
The words rang in her ears like bells on a Sunday morning. She was falling in love with her. That was apparent from the level of tolerance she had displayed these last night and days. But, did she know the other side of the coin? Was she aware that her feelings, also, had come full circle? That she was falling in love with her, also? That she had succeeded in making her feel like no woman had ever made her feel in the past?
She smiled at her and kissed her again.
"I want you to finish your bath, darling, and then I have a surprise for you."
Her heart bounced. Could the surprise be the unmasking? the unmasking that she was so desirous of now?
Her head was filled with that thought, as much as it was filled with the idea of seeing Linda naked and writhing before the two of them.
Crissy thought more about it as the waters cooled her skin.
If one person, Bonnie, could do this much to her single-handedly, she could only imagine what she'd be capable of with an assistant, namely hers.
On the other hand, what if Linda wasn't as receptive to this particular brand of somewhat kinky sex.
But wait, she asked herself. What's kinky? If someone wants to work someone else's body, to bring them to a place they'd never been before, is that so awful? Is that so terrible?
Anyone who thought so should be forced to spend a night with Bonnie, and then express an opinion. Yes, she thought to herself, that's the best solution in the world.
Linda, was one of the most beautiful girls in school. She was blonde, tall, with a great body that sent most of the guys panting. She was the object of a lot of lockerroom talk, both the boys and the girls, Everyone wanted a piece of her, and as far as Crissy knew, no one was getting any. Linda was mysterious about her private life, and Crissy had to guess that someone was fucking her.
Well, she figured, if she had any secrets, they'd pry it out of her. Bonnie was an expert at making people say things they didn't know they were capable of saying.
She giggled.
Bonnie came back into the bathroom.
"How you doin'" she asked the girl.
"Fine, mistress. Much better. Thank you for letting me take this delicious bath."
"You're welcome. It's time for you to come out." She did as she was told, stepping out of the water and into the waiting towel.
She stood there and allowed Bonnie to wipe her down. She was careful and thorough, getting every inch of her body.
Then she took some talc and dusted her off, so that now she as as clean and powdered as a newborn baby.
"Thank you, mistress," she said to her as she led her by the hand back to the bedroom.
She put her in her bed, under the covers. When she was comfortable, she pulled the sheets and spread back and got in next to her. She smiled and put her hands on her shoulders and offered to give her a back rub. "Would you like that, mistress?"
"All right," she said, turning over on her back.
She straddled her, her knees on both sides of her lower back, as her fingers began to do their work on her.
She enjoyed feeling her hard back muscles. She was marvelously built, she thought to herself, without an inch of fat on her frame. How lucky she was to be able to benefit from her fertile sexual imagination.
She worked her fingers deeper into her muscles.
Suddenly, she had this idea that she could grab hold of her mask and rip it off her head, exposing her identity.
What she would do to her if she did something like that! It made her shudder!
It might be worth it!
No, she said. She'd learned her lessons well. She'd be a good girl, and save her more delicious instincts for Linda.
She giggled to herself. If the gorgeous blonde only knew the kind of trap she was stepping into. If she only knew!
CHAPTER SIX
"Are you ready?" Bonnie's voice sounded wanner, friendlier than Crissy had heard it before. She was breathless, laying naked before her, in bed, having just been bathed and powdered by her, which had gone a long way to soothe the hurts that he had inflicted upon her with her ruthless beatings and various punishments.
Things had kept a pretty pace. Bonnie had decided the thing Crissy needed most was an acid enema. Nothing too bad, just a nice ascorbic cleanout of her pussy and asshole. It was one of the refinements to her toiletry that was the pride of Bonnie's basement.
So, making the poor girl sit on the thing, she wedged in the double nozzle and gave her a good spritz, making sure she took it all the way up, and then letting it out slowly....
She couldn't help it if the tears running down Crissy's face were meant to be those of a woman having the time of her life, now, could she? Of course not!
All which had led Crissy to this most extraordinary of emotional commitments; she knew that she was deeply in love with this masked hoodlum who had stolen away, and had put her through the most emotional paces.
Now, though, she was longing to see her captor's face, with an intensity not unlike a schoolboy's desire to look under the skirt of the sexiest girl in class. She was sure that her domination of her was so complete that she would only be able to love her more once she had unmasked her.
"Yes," she finally said, her heart beating as rapidly as it had during the most excruciating of beatings.
With a long pause, only to build up the tension even more, Bonnie put her hand on the front of her ski mask, and with one flourish, ripped it off the front of her face, exposing himself to her for the very first time.
Crissy gasped. She hadn't dared to speculate on who this might be. Of course, the voice had sounded familiar, but she couldn't be sure. Now, though, she was nearly in a state of shock when she saw that it was the boy from school-Bonnie. the one who'd cried on several occasions to get close to her. the one she'd rebuffed because she thought she was too ... rough. Had she only know ... had she only known that she would fall in love with her!
"Darling...." she said softly, letting her lips go to her face, giving her dozens of little kisses on her smooth, young face. " You are so beautiful...." she murmured, luxuriating in her new nakedness, which she had managed to convince her to show her.
"You are gorgeous, Bonnie ... I mean mistress."
Bonnie smiled now, openly, and Crissy saw a warmth on her face that she had never noticed before. Maybe she'd deserved that beating after all, and all the others she'd given her during her time in her house.
Now, though, she had something in mind. She wanted to reward her for her fine working of her, for her total turning of her emotions.
"Lie back, mistress, I want to ... do something to you...."
Bonnie let himself fall back on her pillow, and watched, as Crissy slowly turned the covers down, exposing her naked body, and her smooth, hairless pussy.
"It's so ... so smooth,...." she said, as she studied Bonnie's slit, looking at it and then to her eyes, letting herself dart back and forth, from face to pussy.
She then let one of her hands slip down and go around her clitty sending a shudder through Bonnie.
She looked up, watching intently her face, as she expressed the incredible feeling, the wondrous effect her hot fingers had on her.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, smiling, wickedly, she thought, for the first time.
"Yeah, baby," she said, as she began to move it slowly up and down.
"Do you like it like this?" she said, as her rhythm became more regular, and her fingers tightened around her clit.
"Yeah ... oh, yeah," she said, as she squeezed her eyes shut at the touch of her fingers.
"Good...." she said, licking her lips. She lowered her mouth so that it was an inch from her pussy, so close that she could feel her hot breath coating the tip, just before she opened her mouth and let her tongue come sticking out.
She watched as she began to lick the very tip of her clit. It felt warm and rough on her skin as she continued to lick in firm strokes. She brought her fingers to the very tip, and separated the little pee-hole. Then, giving her one last look with her eyes, she stared back at it and pushed her strong tongue into it, managing to get maybe a quarter of an inch inside of it.
"Aahhh...." Bonnie said, as the most intense feelings gushed through her. Then, just when she was sure she wasn't going to be able to stand any more of it, she parted her lips and took as much of the clit between her mouth as she could.
She got it in, and slowly drew it out, making sure she knew how wet it was now. Then she went back down on it again, and drew it out, like a long sticky lollipop, repeating this action until she could tell she was starting to build up to an incredible climax.
This caused her to increase her actions, so that her head was now bobbing, up and down, and loud smacking noises were coming from her mouth.
She was gobbling on it, chewing it for all she was worth, continuing to jerk it with her hands.
Just when she thought she was going to shoot, she reached down, and with the skills of a woman far beyond her years, grabbed for Bonnie's pussy lips and and squeezed, hard, between her fingers, making her mistress jump almost a foot into the air, before coming down and coming, in long, creamy white gushes of cum.
"Mmmmm," she said, making the sound as she sucked it all up, wanting to get every last drop. She'd never sucked pussy before, and the way it shot down her mouth when Bonnie came drove her nearly crazy. She licked and. sucked on her until she was completely dry. She wanted to fuck her now, to get on top of her and ride, her, but she held her back.
"Awww ... mistress, do I not please you?" she asked, in her best little girl voice.
"It's not that, Crissy. I think I hear someone at the door."
Crissy sat up with a start. She twisted her head, and Bonnie could see that there was a trickle of cum going down the side of her face. She was right. She heard it now, too, someone knocking on the door.
She looked at her clock. It was already past twelve. Their nap had thrown off their schedule.
"I'll go see who it is, Meanwhile, I don't think you should leave this room."
She flashed on the danger of this plan. She was sure she could trust her now, that much was obvious, She was no longer worried that she would try to escape, or anything like that. Now, she was only worried that whomever was at the door would be a new problem, a problem that perhaps wouldn't be as easy to handle as anything that had come so far.
She didn't have to worry. She kept the door to the bedroom open just a crack, and when Crissy opened the door, she knew that her troubles, at least for the moment, were over.
"Linda," Crissy said in a loud voice, loud enough for her to hear. "Linda, it's so good of you to come over. Come on in."
Linda stepped into the house, and the door closed behind her. Bonnie latched the double lock shut. It was the sound of Linda' immediate fate being sealed.
Crissy listened as the girls talked.
"So, Linda, how's everything?"
"Fine. And you?"
"Oh, couldn't be better. Would you like some tea?"
"Yeah, sure. What a night I had last night."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I went out with Jimmy. You know Jimmy, from the football team?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, she tried to get fresh with me."
It was all Bonnie could to to suppress her smile. She knew that Crissy had to be listening to them, from the upstairs. What a laugh she must be having, at how outraged Linda was that a boy had tried to make an advance on her.
Crissy crept out of the room and carefully tiptoed to the top of the staircase, where she'd have a better view of the kitchen.
She could see the lovely rear end of Linda sticking out, and her long, athletic legs coming down below her flair skirt. She had great tits, she could see that also, as she strained to see her. Her long blonde hair came cascading down, and she was all rapped up in telling Bonnie about her girlfriend.
It was time, Bonnie thought, to make her meaning known.
Crissy, at a given signal, came down the stairs and smiled when she saw her and waved hello.
Linda flung her head around, obviously startled that there was someone else in the house, especially a boy.
"Crissy! What are you doing here?"
"Visiting," she said.
"I didn't know," Linda said, pointing to each of them, indicating that she thought they were involved in some kind of relationship that she was just catching on to.
And in that sense, she was, of course, correct.
She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and then, began again, this time a little more nervous than before, to tell Crissy about her date from the night before.
It was then that Bonnie made her move. She jumped Linda from behind, grabbing at her wrists. Linda tried to squirm and squeeze away, looking to Crissy for help from this ... this madman, but she got something other than aid. She couldn't believe it when Crissy, rather than coming to her defense, shoved a napkin into her mouth, so as to prevent her from crying out.
In a matter of only moments, Bonnie had her hands taped behind her, and an extra wind or two of tape around her mouth.
Linda was obviously terrified, not understanding what was happening, and helpless to resist.
Bonnie put her in a fireman's hold, over one shoulder, and with Crissy, took her upstairs to the bedroom, where the treatment would begin.
Bonnie told Crissy to bring a chair over, to the center of the room, right next to where the hooks were hanging, with the chains. Crissy did as she was told, and with a fire in her eyes that only served to frighten Crissy, soon had the chair exactly where Bonnie had indicated.
"Is this what you wanted, mistress?" It sent a severe chill through Linda to hear Crissy call Bonnie mistress. She was hoping it didn't mean what it sounded like.
But her heart sank as she was forced to sit in the chair.
Bonnie went right to work on her, tying the already taped wrists to the bottom slat of the chair, and winding some cords around each of her ankles, after looping the, under her knees, over the sides.
In a matter of moments she was completely helpless, tied hand and foot to the chair, with her thighs well spread around the sides. She looked, terrified at Crissy, pleading with her for help.
Bonnie started undoing the top of her dress, but was surprised by what happened next.
"Let me," Crissy said, her voice husky and breathless, as she took off her robe and stood, totally naked before the both of them.
Linda opened her eyes even wider, horrified at what she now knew as going to be a totally sexual assault on her.
Crissy started doing the buttons, her humid eyes staring into the eyes of Linda. "Now don't be afraid, darling ... I just want to see them...."
Crissy got the dress opened and spread it slowly away from the girl's chest, revealing two of the loveliest, fullest tits she'd ever seen. Linda, to her credit, Crissy thought, was not wearing a bra. In all the times that she'd seen Linda in the girl's locker room, she'd never known her to wear a bra.
"Lovely," Crissy said, as Bonnie brought a chair around to watch what she now figured was going to be a very exciting show.
Crissy began to fondle the breasts, as Linda's face turned a deep red. She was trying to say something through her tight gag, but she wasn't able to get her words out. She was in a state of panic, which Crissy tried to soothe by petting her head. Then, holding her left breast in her hand, high and away from her body, she slowly lowered her mouth until her lips came around the nipple, and clamped shut.
Linda threw her head back, and strained against her bonds, but it was no use. Crissy was now licking and sucking the nipple, and, in spite of all the fear and panic in Linda, she couldn't help but start to respond. Her nipples were her most sensitive, responsive feature, and she was totally vulnerable to this expert manipulation.
When Crissy took her mouth off the nipple, she looked deep into Linda' eyes.
"That's right, Linda. Just relax and enjoy it. I'm going to do all kinds of delicious things to you...."
She went to work on the other breast, while continuing to manipulate the first one with her fingers.
It only took another minute or two, and Linda, who had been straining and trying to shout through her bonds, was now looking longingly at Crissy, no longer interested in making her stop.
Crissy took her mouth away from Linda, and raising her eyebrows to show Linda that she understood, slowly pushed Linda's dress up. as far as she could get it, revealing that Linda, true to her style, was not wearing any panties.
Linda's face was on fire now, as she was revealed, naked, in front of Bonnie.
Crissy didn't say anything. Instead, she took two fingers and slid them down to the thick, full and now pouting lips of Linda, and with one smiling look of mock concern, let Linda's pussy suck them into her.
"Aahhh," Crissy said. "That feels sooo good. I've wanted to feel your pussy for such a long time," she said, as she began to work her fingers in and out, taking total possession of her captive's cunt, and working it into a hot, pungent froth.
"I want to taste you," she told Linda, and Linda could only shake her head in a vain attempt to say no.
Crissy got down on her knees, and placing her palms on Linda's well spread inner thighs, began to work her tongue up the hot skin, closer and closer to Linda's pussy until with one last thrust, she plunged it all the way up, as far as she could get it, her lips glued to Linda's pussy.
Linda began to move her hips back and forth, the only way she was still free to move. She was obviously into it now, in spite of all that she was brought up to know and believe, and soon, in a matter of moments, Linda was spending, deliciously, gloriously, into the hungry mouth of the newly liberated Crissy.
When Crissy finished, she stood up and wiped her mouth lasciviously, in front of Linda.
"There," she said, as if she'd just beaten the girl at cards. "How did you like that, missy?"
Linda stared at her for a long time, then slowly shook her head up and down. She liked it, and she wanted Crissy to know.
"Yes," Crissy said, smiling and enjoying her little game of domination.
"That's enough for now," Bonnie said. "I think I want some."
She reversed positions with Crissy, letting her take a seat on the chair, where she sexily crossed her legs, preventing Linda from seeing her pussy, which she knew the girl would most like to see now.
Bonnie, on the other hand, with a rampaging hard-on, got on her knees and drew the feather from her robe pocket.
Linda' eyes widened when she saw what she had. She was terrified once more. She didn't want to believe she could be so cruel.
But she could be, and she was. With all the skill of her domineering personality, she began to slowly work on her pussy, letting the feather go a little in between the lips, then drawing it out slowly, so the sharp fronds would continue to agitate and send the girl into a frenzy.
Once more, even though she had just come and spent so much into Crissy's waiting mouth, the captive blonde beauty was again being worked up, and again responding to the expert touch of the person working her over.
"She loves it," Crissy said, as she leaned forward to intently study the effects of the feather on Linda's face.
"Yes," Bonnie said, as she began to jerk the thing in and out of her body, making sure that the regulation of her rhythm was enough to keep the girl on edge.
Soon, her clitoris, which was enormous, was a full two inches out, like a gigantic toggle switch, begging to be used. Her pussy juices were dripping out down her privates, and she was jerking spasmodically in conjunction with her touch. She thought she was going to go out of her mind, and through her gag she tried to tell Bonnie what she wanted.
"Pllll ... mmmffff ... unnhhhh...."
Bonnie didn't have to take the gag off to know what she wanted. She was desperate to get off now, all thoughts of any other type obliterated from her mind as her entire being was now focused on her pussy.
"You want me to stroke it?" Bonnie asked her, teasingly.
"Mmmmfff," she said, bobbing her head up and down, the sweat collecting in blotches on her face.
"You like what I'm doing to you?"
"Mmmfff...." Once again she bobbed her head.
"I'm going to play with your little clitoris. All right?"
She knew what her response was going to be.
Waiting just for an extra moment, so that the desire would be almost more than she could stand, Bonnie put her head down and using only her tongue, began to lightly smack up against the clitoris, that huge button throbbing with blood-gorged lust, as she could easily feel. She clamped her lips around it and began to milk it with her mouth, and the effect on the girl was magical.
She threw her head back, and with a final thrusting of her hips, rewarding Bonnie with a gushing forth from her wonderful pussy, filling her mouth and chin with her spend.
Bonnie sucked her dry, now letting her tongue go everywhere, up and down and all around, until she had all but cleaned her dry.
When she was finished, she noticed that the girl was slumped over, nearly to a faint. She picked her head up by the hair and stared at her eyes. She stared back at her, the humid heat that had enveloped her face now making her seem even more desirable than before.
Without any warning, she reached around and undid the bonds that held her mouth shut tight.
"Thank you," she murmured when at last she was ungagged.
Bonnie didn't say anything. Instead, she put her mouth on her and gave her a long, deep kiss, making her tongue go down as far into her delicious throat as she could get it.
She could hear her soft, gurgling sounds as she responded in kind to her kiss, mingling her tongue with hers.
When she took her mouth away from her, she smiled.
"That was the best sucking I've ever had," she said, breathlessly.
"Did you like it when Crissy felt your pussy?"
"Yes, I did," Linda said.
"And did you like it when she ate you?"
"Oh, yes. It was wonderful."
"And can we do anything to you that we want, Linda?"
Linda blushed, a deep crimson hue. "Anything?"
"That's right. Anything we want."
"I ... I guess so," she stammered, not able to look into either of their eyes.
Crissy could no longer contain herself.
"Darling," she said as she came off her chair and put her hands on the captive girl's face. "I have some things I want to do to you. Some delicious things, I promise. Is it all right?"
"I guess so," Linda said, tentatively.
"I want to stripe you." Crissy said, a hungry, leering look taking over her face.
Bonnie laughed when she heard what Crissy had in mind.
"S ... stripe me?" Linda said.
"Yes. Do you know what that means?"
"No," Linda said, sounding and looking worried.
"It's the most wonderful feeling in the world."
"Will it hurt?" Linda was even more concerned than before.
"Well, if it does, I'll make sure it hurts so good that you won't mind...."
"Oh, God," Linda said. "Don't hurt me ... please don't hurt me...."
But Crissy was already undoing the bonds that had kept her secured to the chair, and in a matter of moments she was, with Bonnie's help, lifting the girl to the ceiling and floor apparatus and attaching the cuffs to her hands and legs.
In a matter of moments she had been successfully transferred from the chair to a standing position.
She noticed that her mobility was as severely limited in this position as it had been in the chair, with only her ass and her hips able to make any kind of move.
"Please ... please don't hurt me...." Linda said.
Crissy, whose temperature was no at fever pitch, went to Bonnie, and in front of Linda's eyes, grabbed her pussy and gave her a kiss squarely on her mouth.
"Do you mind, darling ... if I give her a striping? Do you, mistress?"
"No, of course not, Crissy," she said, as she went to her bag of equipment and took out the whip.
"NO!" Linda screamed, as she saw the weapon, knowing now for sure what striping was going to mean.
"You better be quiet, or you'll be gagged," Crissy said, as she prepared herself for what she promised would be a whipping Linda would long remember.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Crissy was creaming between her hot thighs, just at the thought of what she was going to do to Linda.
Bonnie kissed her one final time and cautioned her not to do too much damage, that it was better off if she just went at a slow enough pace to ensure the proper effect.
"I've never done this before," Crissy said, her eyes shining with lust.
"Well, then, there's a time and a place for everything," Bonnie said.
She came over to Linda, who was trembling with fear, as she hung naked, with her hands over her heads and her legs well spread.
"Please ... please don't let her hurt me, Bonnie," she said, imploring her to try to intervene and spare her.
"I'd like to, Linda," she said, mockingly, but there's really nothing I can do. Try to relax and get into it; and it might go better for you."
"I'm ready," Crissy said, as Linda slumped, her head on her chest, her blonde hair falling in front of her face, her eyes shut tight. To be whipped and humiliated by another woman, stripped naked and hung like a piece of beef; not her idea of a perfect Sunday afternoon.
Crissy went around the girl, taking her time, letting the tension build. She ran her hands over Linda's body, touching her in places that the girl was not used to having felt ... under her arms, in the crack of her ass. She was sighing and chattering with fear and trepidation, even as she knew there was not going to be any way that she was going to be saved.
"So lovely," Crissy murmured, just before she let one hand go behind Linda's neck, to be able to hold on to her for leverage.
Linda shivered as she felt Crissy's hand grab her. She knew it was going to come soon.
And it did. Hard, and flat across both her asscheeks, sending the most excruciating pain into her skin, harder than anything she'd ever felt there before.
And Crissy didn't give her very much time to think it over. She came right back with another whack, and then another.
She followed these by three more, as she was in total control of the whip, putting the lovely marks all over Linda's perfect skin, marking her up and down her back, thighs, and ass.
Linda began crying, filling the room with her sobs, trying to twist out of the way of Crissy' s wrath.
But it was no use. Again and again, Crissy came down with the whip, until, finally, she stopped, and came around the front, to put her hand under Linda' chin.
"Look at me, darling," Crissy whispered, and Linda, through tear-filled eyes, looked up at her captor.
"Does it hurt, darling," Crissy asked, and Linda shook her head up and down, rapidly.
"Good," Crissy said. " Kiss the whip."
She held up the hard leathery whip to Linda's face, who at first turned away, before Crissy's hands firmly returned her face straight forward.
"Now you listen to me, young lady. If you don't do exactly what I say I'm going to give you the beating of your life. You better listen to me."
Linda didn't hesitate any longer. She put her lips out and kissed the whip, long and lovingly as she could.
"That's better," Crissy said. " Now I'm going to do your front."
"Oh no, please ... no more ... I can't take it...." Linda begged, trembling and shaking against her bonds.
"Of course you can, darling," Crissy said, adding with a cruel laugh, "You have no choice. You have to take it."
With that she began to work on the girl's tits, snapping the hot whip into them, sending the girl into the most private and lascivious of dances, as, stretched out the way she was, she could no little but continue to respond to the sting of Crissy's whip.
Finally, Crissy was ready for the last two blows. Veering all the way back with her hand, she came down with a fierce, slamming shot that went from one shoulder to the opposite hip. Then, shifting the whip's position, she came down with another glancing blow, in the opposite direction, until a gigantic cross appeared on the front of Linda's body.
Crissy ran over to Bonnie.
"Did you like that, mistress? Did I do a good job?"
"Excellent," Bonnie said, as she went around and observed the well-marked body of Linda, who's head now slumped forward, as she heaved and shook with racking sobs and tears.
Bonnie wasted no time. She came around to the front of her and pushing with her dildo, she was able to get it lodged just into the lips of Linda's gorgeous pussy.
She'd wanted to fuck Linda for the longest time, and although she had no idea that she'd be on her way over, this was what was known as providence, for now, under the watchful, encouraging eyes of Crissy, who was back in the seat, somewhat exhausted as she was from the hearty whipping she'd given her young friend, watched with a shared sense of lust as she saw Bonnie begin to give Linda a long, hard fucking....
Linda slowly lifted her head, her eyes meeting Bonnie. She was sure that after the hard whipping she'd gotten, her body was now hotter than ever to receive some sheer pleasure.
She was careful to hold her in places where she wouldn't feel the sting of her fingers against her cuts, as she pushed her dildo again and again far up into her wet, dripping cunt.
"Yes...." Linda began to moan, as she couldn't resist the double assault of her captives any longer.
"She loves it," Crissy squealed, noticing how much Linda was reacting to the fucking she was getting.
"Oh, Jesus, let me have it," she squealed, as Bonnie, sensing her captive was about to come, put her hands squarely on the ass of Linda, ignoring the pain that she would be giving her by touching her just whipped bottom, and fucked her with a rhythm twice as hard as before, fucking her until finally, irrevocably, she came, in a hot burst of lust.
"Yes ... oh, yes ... oh, that's so good," Linda shouted, as she let her own spend cover Bonnie's dildo.
She held it in her for a long time after she came, and then, when she felt comfortable enough to rest her chin on her shoulder, be began to fuck her again.
She meant to have her come twice.
"Sss ... sir...." Linda said, as if she were surprised.
Bonnie said nothing but kept the fucking motion up, grabbing her now behind her thighs and holding her tightly to her, until she could feel her clit starting to pump.
With a final pushing motion, she fucked harder into the girl's pussy.
Linda swallowed and tried to speak, but couldn't get her words together. She loved being fucked in this matter, and somehow, from the severe pain she'd felt by the whipping, she'd now experienced the most intense sexual feelings. Perhaps, she thought, Crissy and Bonnie were on to something.
Crissy went over to Linda when Bonnie pulled out of her.
"How did you like that, darling?" she asked, as she stroked the side of Linda' face lightly.
"Uh...." Linda said, trying to catch her breath.
"Come on," Crissy urged. Tell me.
"It was ... fabulous...." Linda said, the faintest hint of a smile crossing her face.
"What was," Crissy said, pressing the girl further.
"You know...." Linda said, her face getting redder under the cross examination.
"You have to say it," Crissy ordered.
"Getting fucked," Linda said, enjoying hearing the words coming out of her own mouth.
"Yes?" Crissy said, urging her girlfriend on.
"I loved getting fucked," Linda said, letting her eyes go over to Bonnie dropping them to look at the dildo that had taken so complete a control over her pussy.
Crissy turned to Bonnie.
"I think we can let her down now," she said.
Bonnie agreed, and the two of them went to work to relieve her of her bonds.
Linda slumped into Crissy's arms, too weak to resist in any way, as the two of them led her over to the bed.
Crissy went to the bathroom, and returned with the jar of astringement she kept there. She was determined to treat Linda' wounds as best she could.
She dabbed a was of cotton and applied the astringent to Linda's wounds, who cooed with delight at the sudden change of her fortunes.
Bonnie decided she needed a break from the action. She'd come more this weekend than any other comparable period she could remember. Now, as she left the women to cuddle naked on Crissy's bed, she decided she take a long hot bath for himself.
She let the water run and soaked some of the bubble bath into it, creating a huge tub of bubbles for her to soak in.
She got into the water and let her head go back, the steam rising and filling the room.
She was in love with Crissy, she knew that, and she loved the way she'd unleashed her aggressive side as she worked over Linda.
She wondered how she'd be able to extend things, so that she could possibly get Crissy to move out of her house and take a place with her. She was only nineteen years old. but she was thinking of joining the female branch of the army and shipping out. The recruiter had told her that if she did that, and she was married, her husband would be eligible to live with her off base after basic.
She liked the idea of that. She liked the idea of having a wife. A wife like Crissy.
She'd had it with New York. She'd had it with the dead-end of the streets, with the hit and run tactics of survival that the street class she'd grown up with believed in.
She knew that she had something more in her. Sure, she was crazy when it came to sex, but so was everybody she knew. And she wasn't into violence of any other type of nature. So she'd come into Crissy's house and taken her, without her permission. Obviously it had worked, to some degree, because Crissy told her she was now in love with her.
So much so, that it had been her idea to ravish Linda, her so-called best friend in school. And it didn't hurt that Crissy showed definite signs of bi-sexuality. That meant that she would never be jealous of any woman she'd want to bring home with her. She'd just join in, that's all.
She was so comfortable in the water that she didn't hear the door slowly opening, and the two girls coming in. She had no idea that she wasn't alone in the room, and when she felt the towel go over her face, her struggles were too little, too late.
In another moment,, she was asleep.
She didn't wake up for a long time, and when she did, she noticed it was dark out, and that, as she tried to move, she was tied to the bed, spread-eagled, with her feet going to the bottom two corners, and her arms to the top.
It didn't take her long to figure out what had happened. She'd brought along a bottle of chloroform with her, just in case she found it necessary to knock Crissy out, which of course she hadn't. But while she'd been in the bathtub, obviously the two girls had gone into her things and come up with some very interesting equipment, not the least of which was her bottle of knock-out stuff.
Now she was tied up. and not sure of what was going to happen.
It was Crissy who appeared first, sliding on to the bed and letting her hands slide up her chest.
"Darling, you're awake...." she said, a sneaky smile on her face.
"Yes. Now untie me."
"Why, that wouldn't be the smartest thing to do, would it?"
"I said untie me. Now. I'm the mistress, remember?"
"Some mistress," Crissy sniffed. " I didn't go to all the trouble of securing you just so I would have to let you up, did I?" She put her fingers under her chin and gently held her head that way. " That wouldn't be very smart of me, now, would it."
Bonnie had feared the worst and now it was coming true. The women had her where they wanted it, and were going to exact some measure of revenge for all that she had done to them. What goes around comes around, she told himself, and it was her turn to come. Around. And come and come and come.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, as Crissy continued to stroke her naked chest.
"Oh, I'm not sure," she said, rather wistful, as she slowly brought her body, now sheathed only in a leather skirt, and nothing else, above her, and straddled her head, so that her pussy was hovering just above her mouth.
She didn't need any instructions as to what to do next. She stuck her tongue out and was about to lick her pussy, when she pulled it just out of reach.
"Awwhhh...." she sighed, as she over-empathized with her plot. " What's the matter?" she asked. " Can't reach my sweet little pussy?"
Bonnie didn't say anything, keeping her eyes glued to the two lovely, pink slits.
"You want to suck it?" she asked, her voice breathy with anticipation.
"You know I do," she said, licking her lips.
"Yes, you want pussy ... you want to give me some good head, don't you baby...."
"Yeah," she said, not appreciating the teasing she was giving her, but helpless to stop it. Especially with her cock which was hard and pumping now, with the desire to fuck her.
"Wellll...." she said, letting the word drip out of her mouth, " I'm not sure you deserve it...." she said, and with that, she took one of her fingers and shoved it into her mouth. " Suck on this first, " she said, as she held her finger deep in her mouth.
She hesitated, but soon she found himself sucking on her finger, which she was working in and out of her mouth as if it were some sort of dildo, an association that was lost on neither of them.
"That's right, baby ... suck," she said, egging her on, encouraging her to do a good job with her.
She continued her actions until 'she pulled the finger out of her mouth an then, as she kept her warm ass comfortably on her chest, she slowly opened the lips with two fingers of her other hand, and with a short, snappy laugh, slowly inserted her finger into her own pussy.
Bonnie's eyes were glued to her now.
"Aaahh...." she said, " That feels so good ... I just love feeling my own pussy...." she cooed, as she let the finger go up her as far as she could get it. Then she took it out, and Bonnie could tell from the sticky glistening strands that followed it, that it was covered with her cunt juices.
"Lick it, baby," she said, and once again she shoved her finger into her mouth.
She was working her into a frenzy, and she knew it. She started licking her finger with eager strokes of her tongue, loving the taste of the inside of her pussy that she was giving her. She had her totally under her control and enjoying every minute of it.
"That's a good girl," she said, and repeated her actions, this time inserting two fingers into herself and allowing her to watch the frigging that she started.
She worked her fingers around slowly, up and down in sharp strokes, causing her pussy to open and take her in deep.
"Aaah...." she sighed, as she started to feel her temperature rise. " It feels ... it feels so ... it feels so ... I think I'm going to ... I think ... I think I'm ... going to ... OOOOHHHH...." With that she let her head go back and she roiled forward so that her smooth, creamy thighs pushed up against the cheeks of her face and her pussy jammed against her mouth.
"Suck it, now, baby, suck it while I come on you," she hissed, and as she put her tongue inside her hot. sticky pussy, she could feel her discharge running all over her face.
"Nice girl...." she whispered, as she held her pussy on her until she was completely covered with her cunt juice, and she had totally spent.
When she finally lifted her pussy off her face, Bonnie took a deep breath. She was on fire now. She wanted more than anything to fuck the shit out of her. If she were free, she'd put her over her knees and give her the spanking of her life, then force her to suck her dildo.
There was only one problem. She wasn't free. That was painfully evident as Crissy got her face down to her and carefully licked her clean.
When that was over, she got off of her, and smiled, telling her that she was such a good girl she was going to be in for a special treat.
She wasn't sure what she meant by that, but a couple of minutes later, after she was off her and out the door, Linda came in.
Linda was dressed the way she never imagined she would be. She was wearing nothing but a garter belt, high heels, and crotchless panties. Bonnie had no idea where she'd gotten these clothes from, but then again there wasn't too much she was sure of, so she just sat back and drank in the gorgeous picture of the woman in front of her.
"How do I look, Bonnie," she asked, as she twirled around, to show off her body.
"Yeah," was all she could say.
"I'm going to sit on your face," Linda said, suddenly, the tone in her voice changing. She put her legs on either side of her head, then turned around, so that her ass was just above her eyes.
"Say goodbye to it," she said as she sank down, effectively taking away her vision.
She loved the feel of her ass on her face.
She had her straddled in such a way that her thighs covered her cheeks, as did Crissy's, only this time she was facing the opposite way, so that she was blocking her view of her pussy, and the only part oaf her face that was left uncovered was her mouth, for she had positioned herself to catch her nose up her asshole.
She tried to breathe through it, but soon she had her so hot and excited, that she couldn't control her own breathing, and every time she tried to bring air through her nose, her asshole would squeeze into it, and she could feel the hot dampness of her very private spot.
Then she felt her fingers on her mouth, opening it and reaching in and grabbing her tongue.
She held it tight, far out of her mouth, with two fingers, as she stroked it and touched it and treated it as if it were her dildo. which she could plainly see from where she was sitting, was hard as a rock.
When she was throbbing, visibly, she placed her tongue on her pussy, and commanded her to suck her.
"Come on now, Bonnie, and you better do a good job. or I'll use that whip on you. You remember that whip, don't you?" She didn't have to be encouraged any more than that. She let her mouth begin to suck her, and almost at once, she began spending, sending long flurries of wetness down her chin. She kept up her sucking, through this preliminary discharge, until, suddenly, she let herself fall forward, and she could feel her hands on her dildo, starting to pump her.
She was going to jerk her off, she thought to himself, while she ate her pussy.
The thought made her crazy, and she increased the pressure of her mouth, as best she could with her hands tied behind her back, taking away her leverage, and her nose still up her beautiful rosebud ass.
"That's right, Bonnie, suck...." she hissed, as she increased the pressure on her dildo, stopping only when she felt she was going to come. She didn't want her to do that, just yet. She had other things in store for her.
When she felt her slacking off, she increased the pressure, knowing just how much she wanted her excited.
Meanwhile, she continued to eat pussy, sticking her tongue in as far as she could get it, and licking all up and down her box.
"Yes, that's it...." she said, starting to move her hips back and forth...." That's it ... harder...." she said, as her bucking kept her face totally covered with her delicious ass, which had a lovely, fragrant scent all over it.
She looked behind her and saw the top of her hair under her ass, and grabbed it with one hand, holding her now in the special grip of love a woman can have on a man when she sits on her face, with one hand holding her head and the other holding her cock.
She kept up her pumping action, and soon, she was spending again, covering her face with her juice, holding her dildo, pumping it just slowly enough so as not to get her off.
With one final sigh, she rolled off of her and allowed her self to let go of her cock.
She moaned once, softly, out of frustration.
"You need to come," she said, in an understanding tone, but making no move to help her.
"I know how it is. Remember? You're in for it girl, I hope you know that. We're going to work you over in a way that you never forget."
She didn't know what to say. She looked up at her and wanted to tell her that she loved her pussy. It was the only thing she could think of now.
"That's okay, Bonnie. I know you won't mind."
She stroked the side of her face, as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Crissy coming back into the room.
Wearing the most outrageous leather outfit.
She knew she was really going to get it now.
God help her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She had to admit it.
She knew how to pick girls who liked to have fun. Of course, she had no idea that she would turn into the fun before this weekend was over, but her first signs of fear and panic had subsided, and now she was into enjoying her current state of bondage.
She had never been tied up during sex before. She found the experience quite enervating, and in its own peculiar way, quite liberating. Relieved of having to make choices, she could rely, instead, on the focus of the intensity of her feelings.
That was one point.
Another was that the creativity of those who did the tying was always the unknown factor. So far, she had to admit, she'd been lucky. The girls hadn't seemed to be into hurting her, or using the striper on her. That was a good thing for them, because, she knew, no matter how much they made 'it up to her afterwards, she would never forgive them if they brought so much as a single lash down on her, and each of them would live to regret it.
But she was getting ahead of herself. She was wondering where they were, what they were up to. and if she was going to have the pleasure of their pussies again, before it was time for Crissy's parents to come home and she'd have to let the girl loose.
She waited for some sign of what was to come next, with the clock vaguely ticking in the background of her mind.
She didn't have to wait for very long.
Both girls came in at the same time, smiling, each of them taking a different side of the bed.
"How are you, Bonnie," Crissy said, smiling as she sat down. She was wearing a skirt, just like Linda, a short job that came just above her knees, and a red kerchief around her neck. " Are you comfy? Can we get you anything?"
"How about untying me," Bonnie said. "Isn't it getting kind of late."
"Yes it is," Crissy said. " But that's what you taught me to like. Live with a little danger, you said and life is that much more fun. You're not really worried, are you, honey?"
"Yes," Bonnie said.
"Aww, poor baby," Crissy said.
Bonnie looked up and she could see that Linda was smiling too. Both girls' skirts were fetching hiked up on their thighs, with their pussies just inches away from her view. In the position she was in, even though she was bound as tightly as she was, she couldn't help but get a hard-on.
"Oh, look," Linda said. " This is perfect. It'll make our job that much easier."
Their job? Bonnie knew the girls were up to something.
"Now, look, baby, I just want you to relax and let this happen with a minimum of discomfort. 'Cause if you move, you're going to regret it. I wouldn't want to have to cut-it off, you know."
Cut it off? She didn't like the sound of that, she gave the ropes one final pull, but she'd taught the girls too well. She was tied; helpless as a bull being led to the slaughter.
Crissy took out a pair of scissors. This sent a jolt of fear running through Bonnie. Maybe she really was going to cut her nipples off. Or her clit. She was really scared to even think such a thing. Even if survived, and went on living, what good would life he without a clit!
Linda shook her head once, up and down, a sort of signal which meant that whatever they had planned, now was the time to begin.
Linda smiled at Bonnie. reached down while keeping her eyes on her, and took her dildo in her fist, holding it, not too tight, but tight enough to send a jolt of pleasure coarsing through her body.
"Does that feel good, Bonnie baby?" Linda asked, her haughty WASPY arrogance showing now in full flow.
"Yes," she said, throatily, as she heard the snipping sounds of the scissors go flying through the air.
Crissy leaned over, and as Linda moved Bonnie's tits around in her tight grasp, she realized that she was holding on to it to protect her. She was being given a trim!
Crissy concentrated on her snippings, careful not to hurt her or accidentally catch a little of her skin as she pared down her pubic hairs, until there was nothing left but a mere fuzz around her pussy and clit.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was honing she would stop once she ran out of hairs to cut, but she was wrong again. She was just beginning.
Now, she reached down to whatever it was that she had brought with her into the room-A can of shaving cream! Smiling at Bonnie, she let a handful of the stuff fill her palm, and with the utmost care and precision, began to coat the remaining fuzz of pubes she had.
She twisted and turned in her ropes. They were going to shave her!
There was nothing she was going to be able to do except submit to this most humiliating of procedures.
Crissy had her lathered up pretty good, making sure that as she did so. the skin immediately around her pussy got their fill of being massaged.
Then, producing a brand-new disposable razor, she first held it up so that she could see what was in store for her.
"Let me warn you," she said, coolly, " If you so .much as make one wrong move, I'll cut every hair off your head, lather your scalp up and shave you bald. Do you understand?"
Bonnie shook her head quickly up and down.
"Is that a yes?" Crissy asked.
Linda laughed. " You pathetic slave," she sighed.
"Yes," Bonnie said.
"Yes what?" Crissy asked, sounding angry that she'd forgotten their titles again.
"Yes, mistress," Bonnie said.
"That's better, you useless piece of shit." Crissy began the shaving. She used long, even strokes, taking her time, and getting every last shaft of hair off her body. She would stroke a line, then dip the razor into a basin of hot water, shake it semi-dry, then repeat the action, until she was shorn of all her pubic hairs.
It took almost a half hour for her to complete the job, and when it was over, she produced a jar of baby oil and shook it all over her genital area, careful not to get any on her raging hard-on that was still in Linda' firm grip.
"There," Crissy said. " That ought to do it there. No it's time for the arms." Bonnie wasn't sure what she meant by that but she soon found out. She lathered her up under her arms, and when she was satisfied that she was completely creamed, she began the most uncomfortable action of shaving the hairs from her pits.
She hated the feeling of being shorn by these two women, who were obviously having the time of their lives with her.
She was fucked, in more ways than one.
And still, the women weren't through with her.
"I want to do some shaving too," Linda squealed, as she continued to hold her dildo prisoner in her grip.
"An excellent idea," Crissy said, brightly. " Let me have her dildo and I'll let you have the razor."
Crazily, they traded their holdings. Now, Linda, after studying her body for a couple of seconds, grabbed the shaving cream and started to fill her legs with it.
"God, what are you going to do," she said, as she felt her legs being completely covered by the stuff.
They were going to shave her legs! She tried to squirm, but Crissy, who continued to hold on to her dildo with one hand, lightly stroked her face with the other, until she began to feel the scraping of the razor on her left leg.
Linda was less careful than Crissy, as she scraped down, against the grain. She could feel the painful scratch of her razor, but she was powerless to anything to stop these girls. They were doing a number of her and she was their prisoner.
It seemed like forever when they were finally finished with her. They talked aloud about shaving the rest of her; including her chest, her asshole and finally her head and eyebrows, but that was just talk, designed to scare her, and she was quite relieved when she realized they were going to actually do anything as awful as that to her. Crissy took the shaving razor away from Linda, who gave it up reluctantly, but she soon found something else to occupy her time.
She leaned over and began giving her some head, using her hot mouth above Crissy's tight wrist hold.
"Does that feel good, baby," Crissy asked her, leaning over to brush the hair out of her face as Linda sucked on her dildo.
"Shit ... yeah," Bonnie said, moving her hips around as she felt Linda's warm mouth making a meal out of her.
"You know what we're going to do to you now, don't you, baby," Crissy said, the soothing tone of her voice mocking her as she lay straining against her bonds. She was afraid to ask.
"We're going to fuck the shit out of you, baby," she said. With that, she came up on her, letting her out of her hand.
But for special treatment.
It was time for the sublime torture to begin.
Even though this was Bonnie's place, the other women had become familiar enough with the equipment there, so that they knew exactly what they had to do.
They were going to tie her with chains over the "pit." This was a place in the special room where a woman could be suspended.
And below, just below where a spread open pussy would hover, was the largest dildo imaginable.
Bonnie was filled with more than a little fear as she felt herself being secured.
These women weren't kidding around!
How many times, she wondered, had she made another woman submit to this awful torture, never giving so much as a thought as to how it might feel.
Now, though, she was about to find out.
She was going to get it....
Herself.
Slowly, they lowered it....
So slowly....
While Bonnie held her mouth firm, biting her lips....
It was going to happen to her....
It was going to happen so good....
And then, she could feel it splitting her open.
Bigger than any dildo had ever been.
Bigger than anything!
"OHHHHHH...."
She was sighing out of control now.
She was beginning to sway as the tight bonds held her spread open and vulnerable.
"Keep fucking," she heard one of the other women say, but she couldn't tell who it was.
She couldn't tell anything, as they continued to do her.
And then, finally, Bonnie came with a force and intensity that wasn't possible to believe ... until now she began to calm down, only her choked sobs filling the otherwise silent room.
And soon after that, she was beginning to feel them free her, lowering her onto the matted floor where they knew she'd be free for what was to come....
For now, Linda had grabbed her and began suck on her naked tits, until both girls could hear her regular breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. Linda then took one final look at her, and straddled her, so that her ass was toward her face, and guided her dildo into her pussy, where she meant to keep it.
Then she bean to steady-fuck her, in and out, looking down at her captive dildo as she forced it into her pussy.
Bonnie couldn't believe how great this felt, in spite of everything She wondered now why she'd never thought of shaving her own pubic hair, and promised herself that the first chance she got, she'd be taking every last strand off of Crissy's and Linda' pussy. That was something you could bet the mortgage on.
Crissy was not about to let her off with a simple fuck.
She climbed on top of her and shoved her pussy back into her mouth.
"Suck on it honey ... chew on my delicious pussy," she sighed, and she went for it like a hungry mutt at mealtime.
She was sucking Crissy's pussy and having her pussy sucked at the same time by the two best looking girls in the school. There was nothing better than this, she told herself, and closing her eyes, she was able to come all over Linda's pussy, far up into her inner womb, just as Crissy rewarded her with a sweet spending of her delicious pussy.
Both girls were exhausted when they climbed off her.
Finally, it was time for her to be untied.
First, though, she had to promise the girls that she wasn't going to do anything stupid. If she assured them she was going to be a good boy, they'd set her free.
She promised. Even if she did have something in mind, now was not the time to put it into operation.
She knew that. Anyway, Crissy's parents were going to be home at any second, and she had to get her the hell out of there.
Once untied, she spent a little time rubbing her extremities, her wrist and her legs, to get the circulation back. When she put her clothes on, she recognized at once how funny it felt not to have any hair. The skin that had always been protected was no exposed, and wasn't at all comfortable.
She was about to mention this to the other girls when Crissy reminded her that it was getting late and she had better hurry.
She got her stuff together and was starting down the stairs when she heard the keys in the front door.
Holy shit, she said to herself and flew back into Crissy's room, where she came upon the two girls in a tight embrace, of which she would have preferred studying at length, at another time. At any other time.
"That's terrific for you girls, but what about me?"
Crissy shrugged her shoulders.
She wanted to offer some solutions, but couldn't.
She had to get back ... to her own home.
When she did, she saw the car parked in the driveway and knew that there was some kind of trouble going to happening there unless she somehow got back in.
She opened the window to her bedroom and got back inside on the ledge, just as she heard the knocking on the door to her room. She clung to the side of the house, afraid to make a move, and Crissy let her parents into her room.
"Mom ... dad ... so good to see you...."
"You too," Crissy's mother said, obviously, from the sounds, hugging and kissing her daughter.
What a jerk, Bonnie told herself.
Finally, her mother was gone.
Crissy ran to the phone and called Bonnie.
"We'll have to get together again. Real soon," Crissy said. " I want to see you again. All of you."
She emphasized her words so her meaning was crystal clear.
Her good humor was short lived, however, when she went back downstairs and her father was waiting, and she wasn't in any kind of a good mood.
Her parents were solid upper class citizens, even if Crissy considered them first-class jerks. Her old man had the mind and the belly of a real asshole, and her greatest object of hatred.
Which was too bad. In addition to everything else, it created a mood in the house that was anything but loving.
Which was one of the reasons she was thinking about splitting the city, and getting her shit together. She couldn't blame her mother for leaving the bastard when she had the opportunity. She could just never figure out why she'd leave her only son in the bargain.
Ah, she figured, all parents were fucked. All parents that she knew, anyway. And she wasn't into any of that psychological bullshit either.
"Where the fuck you been," her father asked her.
"None of your fucking business," Crissy said, heading for her bedroom.
"I'll show you whose business it is," the old man said, making a move on Crissy.
"Go ahead. Try it. Make my fucking day, you drunken son of a bitch."
The old man looked at her for a long time. " I ought to...."
"Yeah, you and what fuckin' trainload of wrestlers. Go have a drink and get the fuck outta here...."
"What about you? Ain't you supposed to be in school or somethin? This is Monday, ain't it?"
"How the fuck do I know? What am I, a calendar or somethin'? I'm tired. I'm going to hit the sack."
"Yeah...." her old man growled, then stomped out of the room, smart enough to know that if he threw the first punch, she'd be feeling the last one.
Crissy stripped off her clothes and crawled into her bed.
She was dead tired. She'd had the best weekend of her life, and now, more than ever, she knew that she had to get the fuck out of the city, out of this dead-end nowhere life of her.
And she had to take Crissy with her.
Crissy was the girl she knew would be able to handle her, able to tame her, able to make a real man out of her.
And if she had kids with her, she'd show her that she knew how to handle those kids. She wasn't going to be a motherfucker like her old man, and drive Crissy away from her only children.
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, in school that day, Crissy and Linda, who had become extremely close friends over the past weekend, were both anxious to see Bonnie, and to continue their little get-together after school.
So they were both very disappointed when they realized she hadn't made it to classes.
Crissy missed her, she had to admit that. She was fun to have around, and she really wanted to get fucked.
Linda, on the other hand, felt something much deeper than that. For Linda, like Crissy, felt the pangs of love tugging at her insides. But unlike Crissy they weren't the tainted tugs of sexual love, with nothing else attached.
They were the genuine feelings of a girl falling in love.
Could it be, she asked herself? Could it possibly be?.
Could I have been shaving the boy I love?
Why did life always have to be so complicated, she wondered.
Why couldn't things be like they were on television?
Even Dynasty wasn't this complicated. Close, but not like this.
Where was Bonnie, anyway?
EPILOGUE
Of the many adventures they had, the one that Bonnie was most fond of what when Sandy trapped Crissy in the bedroom of their hotel in Spain.
They'd been traveling for days, and Bonnie said she needed some time to get away, to commune with herself by the ocean.
Sandy had a certain look in her eyes.
"I understand." she said, and took Crissy by the hand. " I'll take Crissy back to the hotel and we'll clean up, and make a nice dinner for you when you get back."
Crissy was about to protest, to say that she didn't really want to be involved with anything so domestic as cooking and cleaning, in the few days they were going to be in Spain, but there was something about the way Sandy took her by the hand, there was a certain look in her eyes which said that she'd better obey what the woman wanted her to do.
"All right," Crissy said, and they were off and gone.
Bonnie stretched out on the beach, and let her mind kind of slip away, as she felt the heat of the sun beat down on her.
It was altogether relaxing and becalming for him, which unfortunately for Crissy, wasn't to be the same situation.
As soon as they got back to the hotel, Sandy forced Crissy to drink something.
"I'm not really thirsty," Crissy said.
"I don't care," Sandy said, "Drink this anyway."
Crissy shrugged her shoulders and began to drink the stuff. She thought it was just a soda, that Sandy was trying to be friendly.
But she didn't really know Sandy all that well. She really didn't know her any more than the few times she'd seen her dance, and the couple of times she'd seen her fuck Bonnie.
