Marcia had the roundest, most delectable ass globes in the neighborhood. The flesh of her ass cheeks was very white and creamy.
It was no wonder those pretty, white globes were always spanked to a blood red! That inviting ass belonged to a hot little bitch!
Marcia liked to tease the boys. She liked to give them peeks beneath her short skirts. She wouldn't let them see too much, but she let them see enough to get them all hot and hard. Maybe she'd let them see her pink satin panties, molded to the cleft of her pussy.
Maybe she'd go without the panties, and give the boys a peek at the snatch slit itself, all pink and juicy.
But after her teases, she dropped the boys like hot potatoes. She was a real cock teaser, and she inspired not only lust, but anger.
She didn't realize why she teased the boys so much. She didn't realize why she did it until one hot summer night when she met her match.
Marcia met a guy who wouldn't let her get away with her 'tease and run' antics. He had ways to make her open up, and to make her behave the way he wanted her to. He got to her cunt, by working on her ass. He worked it over with his belt!
Marcia soon learned why she teased the fellows. She was looking for the ones who wouldn't let her get away with that kind of shit. She was looking for the ones who would beat her into submission.
Once she discovered her true nature, she didn't have to tease any longer. Finally, she could come out and say what she really wanted. "Bind me, beat me, make me cum," she cried and begged. "Bind me, beat me, make me cum!"
CHAPTER ONE
There were about thirty students in each classroom at Emenay High School. Marcia was probably the prettiest girl in any of the classes. Her hair was long and blonde, and she wore it in a pony tail, or hanging loose, down to her waist.
Few got to see her wearing her hair all loose like that. She wore it that way sometimes to give the boys a treat. They wanted to run their fingers through her long golden waves of hair. When Marcia wasn't looking, one of the boys in the class did allow his fingers to play in the curls.
When she felt the pressure at the ends of the strands, she snapped her head around and told him to keep his friggin' fingers inside his pants and out of her hair.
Miss Block, probably the meanest and most disliked, no, the most hated, teacher in the school, was giving a French lesson. She raised her horn-rimmed glasses and squinted in the direction of the slight commotion which was taking place between Marcia and the boys who were seated around her.
Miss Block really had it out for Marcia. That was probably because Marcia was so pretty, and Miss Block was such a hag. Block called Marcia 'bone lazy' because the girl had no interest in her class work.
"So what do I care about learning French from Miss Block?" Marcia would laugh with her friends. "When I'm taken to France by a rich man, I'll learn more French sitting around j a swimming pool than I could possibly learn from a book. Besides, I already know how to say 'yes' and 'no' in French, and 'Do you want to sleep with me?' "
When the guys heard Marcia say that, their young pricks started to rise. The very idea of getting to spend a night in the same bed as this beautiful doll got them all hot and bothered. But it was only a tease.
"Class, take out your pens and papers. We are going to have an exam," Miss Block declared.
A collective groan went around the classroom. Everyone hated surprise exams.
Miss Block started reading in French. The students were directed to translate the French lesson into English on their papers.
The words sounded familiar, even to the less interested students in the class. Some of them started to smile. They recognized soon enough that Miss Block was reading a passage she had gone over the day before in class.
They only had to recall the material from the day before. It was all fresh in their memories, not because they were doing the translation, but because they were repeating what they had done the day before.
Even Marcia figured that she would get a decent grade on this little exam, and that would bring her overall grade up a few points.
Suddenly a dull-looking girl named Susan raised her hand. "Teacher, we had this," she droned.
"Shit!" a red-haired boy named Peter cursed, slamming his fist into his desk. He resented the goodie-goodie 'A' student Susan for giving the joke on the teacher away.
"We've done this passage before?" Miss Block asked, somewhat confused. "Oh, thank you," she said. "Start again," she added, and she began to read a whole new passage, one which was new to the students, and very complex.
Nobody was very friendly to Susan that day.
The next class for the students was history. All the classmates moved through the halls of the high school, glad to get a chance to do some socializing between classes. They giggled and travelled in gaggles.
The history teacher, Mr. Gold, was telling the students about the system of birching in school systems throughout other parts of the world. He claimed that in some countries, the teachers actually used special rods and straps on the children when the children misbehaved. Yes, he claimed, that was in the schools!
Marcia could just imagine how it would be for her if her teachers at her high school actually had the permission, and the encouragement, to whip the students when the kids got out of line.
That kind of corporal punishment had been outlawed in her state. Marcia simply got the chills thinking of what it would be like. She got the chills up and down her spine, and into her nether regions.
It was a tingle that had a path from the left side of her perfectly-shaped pussy, down her legs to all ten toes. She shivered, arching one smooth shoulder forward as the upturned breasts, each the shape of a succulent pear, moved forward.
Marcia thought about punishment a lot. Was it really true, as Mr. Gold, the history teacher said, even today, the custom of flogging youthful lawbreakers was an issue in the press?
Small countries were in the headlines. They were in an uproar when opponents of "birching" (the age old law permitting police to apply a forty-inch switch of five bound hazel twigs to the backsides of teenagers in the schools) called the practice humiliating to the teens.
Marcia could hardly believe what the thought of the "birch" did to her. The very thought of that heavy switch hitting across her backside made the lips of her virgin pussy quiver and tremble and juice.
She didn't understand why she got so tingly all over when she thought about the subject of discipline. That was the one subject her high school just didn't teach enough.
She always wanted to go to a high school like the ones she saw in those 'leather movies', where a band of roving outlaws with motorcycles roaring between their muscled, black leather-covered thighs, slap the girls around.
She wanted to feel the hot slap of a man's black-leathered hand, hard enough to leave a sting and a hand print she could feel, burning there.
The boys at her school were like cotton candy. She could twirl them around her pinky finger. She could bend them to her will, simply by arching her smooth, rounded hip, and flashing her dimples with a glossy-lipped smile.
She was just too saucy for her own good. But the guys at Emenay High were too soft for her. She wanted a hard man. She wanted one who would tell her what to do and what to say. He'd tell her where to go and who not to be seen with.
If she failed to obey any of the rules he set out for her, he would see to it that she got slapped around until she learned to do what he told her.
Somehow, Marcia felt she was missing something by going to high school with all those squeaky clean boys and namby-pamby teachers. She wanted excitement.
She also felt that she was deprived of something which also made more of an impression on her memory and tingling core, than on her backside. Spanking! Her father had never spanked her, and she felt deprived.
She was the kind of a girl who deserved to be smacked hard on the bottom, not once, but twenty and thirty times at a spanking session. She needed the sass spanked out of her, but Daddy never gave it to her.
And yet, late at night, sometimes, Marcia woke in the night to hear the sound of sobbing, and the distinctive sound of spanking, ringing through the house.
She was startled the first time she heard the sounds. She ran to the door of her room. Her long, flannel nightgown moved gently across the floor as she ran to the place where she would better be able to listen to the sounds.
The door to her parents room, usually left open by them, was closed tight. From behind the closed door, Marcia heard the sound of her father's voice.
"I said stick it up!"
The harsh command was followed by what sounded like a belt hitting bare flesh. Then came the sound of a woman, moaning, and crying.
Marcia thought that her father was hurting her mother. She thought that he was beating her terribly. She wanted to rush to her mother's aid, but something pulled her back. Something stopped her in her tracks.
She pulled her hand to her heart, just over a budding breast. Then she snaked her slender, pale-skinned hand down to her young cunny, and left it there to explore the hairless folds which led to the untried pudding of vagina.
Something told her that her mother was not an unwilling slave. Something told her that her mother was a participant in a sexual encounter.
"I said stick it up," the man's voice demanded once again.
"Oh, no, please. I can't take it," the female said, crying.
"Alright, two more, just two more," the man insisted.
There was a silence, filled, perhaps, by a sigh of agreement given in the name of marital obligation, or sexual passion. Then the belt whistled through the air again, landing squarely on the already aching flesh of a full-blown ass.
The rounded, raised-buttocks were stretched taut with the position that the woman took. When that heavy leather sailed down across the crimsoned skin, the woman sobbed and moaned. She still had another one to take.
"Up! Get it up, again. One more time," the man demanded. Again, the crack of a belt across bare behind, and the moans of a woman in passion or pain.
Or was it a mixture of passion and pain?
She seemed to be in agony, and yet, Marcia's finely-tuned ears detected much more in her mother's moans.
The beating stopped, but new sounds emanated from the darkened bedroom. Marcia heard her mother moaning, but the moans were coming regularly. They seemed to be coming from a place deep down inside of her.
Over and over again, she let out a guttural moan which made Marcia think that the woman's gut was being slammed by some painful, intruding object.
"Take it. Take that big dick, whore," the man growled hoarsely.
Marcia couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never heard her father speak like that before. Many times, she'd seen her mother boss her dad around. She'd seen him sit like a limp washcloth while abuses were hailed at him.
But now, her father was striking back, and striking hard. He was dominating his wife! He was calling his wife a whore! He was abusing her.
And what's more, she was begging him to heap it on her.
Although she had pleaded with him to stop hitting her, now she was raising her body high again, to take his imploring boner up her cunt.
After an ass beating, he kept her in the dog-style position and threw his curved plunger into her.
"Give it to me, baby," she cried. "Oh, Pasquale, fuck that big, uncut joystick up my fuckin' whore hole. Screw your baby!"
"You like that big cock, don't you?" he said huskily.
"Oh, yes, yes, I do," she moaned back, sounding very unlike she usually did when she was an attractive young housewife. This was another side of her; a side that Marcia had never known existed.
But it couldn't be denied. There was something about the intensity of the agony which made Marcia know it was ecstasy for her mother. The woman was getting the hard-driving tool of a hard-driving man.
And what a man! Marcia never knew that her father had all that power. He never whipped Marcia's bare butt like that.
But he was showing his manhood now, strapping his woman and giving her a royal fucking while her behind was still blazing.
She accepted the dick he fed her with an ardent snatch. She sucked his monstrous mauler deep inside of her. The pattern of her moans indicated to Marcia that her father was delivering a precision fuck. He was well-aware of his every thrust. He directed the strokes to give his wife the fuck of her life.
"You like to get fucked, huh?" he repeated, obviously bumping his pelvis forcefully into her yielding hole as punctuation to his sentence.
"Yes, yes, I love it. I'm panting for your hot cock. Fuck me!"
The eavesdropping daughter could hear the wet slapping of a thick dick in a damp cunt. She could hear the grunts of a sweating, male fuck machine, and the passioned moans of a beautiful woman who loved her fuckings hard.
"You want me to tie you down to the bed and throw my big dick into you after I've made your ass hot with my strap, don't you bitch?" the man said.
There was a groan from the woman. Either he had given her innermost pussy a bang of his dick or she moaned with the admission she was about to make.
"Oh, honey, yes. Please give it to me that way. Give me the punishment my ass and cunt deserve. Tie me to the bed, strap my flirty ass, and then fuck the hell out of me!"
Marcia couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that her mother was really tied down to the bed. Marcia had romped upon that marital bed many times. She knew that her parents slept in that bed, and she had seen the two of them cuddling up to one another many mornings.
But that was in the morning, when their door was open. That was when her father's big dick swung freely in his pajamas, and when her mother slept in the embrace of his arms.
Now Marcia doubted that her father was wearing pajamas, or that his large penis was soft. She was learning about the other things that went on in her parents' bed. They were strange things, and they made her feel funny inside.
Her impressionable body was like a receiver of the sexual vibrations they transmitted from their bed. Pain and pleasure were mixed together, and Marcia let her fingers sink deeper into her young pussy.
"Marcia!"
A male voice interrupted Marcia. She was startled. She had been caught!
"Marcia! Stop daydreaming. You haven't been listening to a word I've said."
Marcia blinked her large blue eyes several times. She came to. When she got her thoughts together with the visual picture in front of her, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was her history teacher, Mr. Gold, staring her in the face and telling her that she hadn't been paying attention to the lesson at all.
"Oh, but I have been listening. You were talking about the parts of the world where unruly teenagers received the smack of the birch switch across their rumps," she defended.
"You should be held over a knee and given a dose of the birch, young lady," Mr. Gold declared, half-seriously. "We discussed the birch a good fifteen minutes ago. We are now on the topic of Latin American relations with the United States in the year 1900."
Knowing that she hadn't done her homework on the subject, Marcia had no choice but to apologize and offer a smile. She had been daydreaming.
The idea of bare bottoms getting flogged had aroused her thoughts and her emotions. Her quim was still quivering. The history lesson had sent her into the throes of arousal. She wanted to feel that feeling across her behind.
She wanted that feeling that naughty school children received in other parts of the country and in countries all over the world. She wanted her bottom heated and made red, the way she knew her mother's marvelous ass was heated and made red by the punishing hand and thick leather strap of her father.
She believed that deep down, she was a naughty little school girl. She was a flirty little snip of girl. She was all the things she heard her father calling her mother between thrusts of his pummeling organ.
If Mr. Gold was all he was cracked up to be, Marcia thought, he really would turn her over his knee and hold her down while he criss-crossed her bare buttocks with red welts from his discipline rod.
But Mr. Gold didn't even have a discipline rod. He had a ruler, but he used it to point with, and not to tan the hides of unruly students.
She sighed, and tried to get her attention back into the classroom and out of the bedroom where she longed to meet a male who could tame her. She was pretty, and sexy, and well-developed for a girl of fifteen.
But something in her life was lacking and she needed it administered to the seat of her pants.
Probably her need had been there for a long time. It had become aroused like a great big sleeping bear of a desire, when she heard the treatment that was being given regularly to her mother's ass.
Desire and punishment were strangely interwoven in her thoughts. She didn't even have all the pieces to her feelings, so she could hardly put the entire puzzle of her budding sexuality into a whole.
All she knew was that she wanted to be dominated.
She did everything she could to be willful, perhaps thinking that she would arouse the primitive, caveman instinct in some of her more refined boyfriends.
But they didn't even lecture her. They just let her walk all over them.
At least she had her way with them. That was something. But it wasn't what she really wanted. Everyone had let her get away with things. She wanted to find somebody who would change that pattern, and thrill her with sexual excitement at the same time.
She knew that if she ever found the man who would order her to drop her panties and bend over to receive some hot strokes across her twin ass cheeks, she would feel the energy smacked into her ass, course through her body.
She would feel the tingling in her girlish tit nipples, and she would lick her lips until they were glossy, formulate the shape of a perfect O with her mouth, and moan until the tears of sexual heat streamed down her face.
The sign in the Pizza Parlor read 'No Dogs Allowed."
That didn't stop Marcia. She felt that rules would be broken for her. She thought that regulations didn't apply to her.
She had two little doggies, so tiny they could fit between her sweater and bra. The space was tight, and their little heads poked out the top her sweater, creating a rather startling impression when she walked down the street.
She called them her two little titties. The one on the left was a little bit bigger. Marcia held him there as she walked, and from a distance, boys thought that this teenaged girl was really stacked.
As it was, her young breasts were rather full and upturned for the boobs of a slender fifteen-year-old girl. But her titties, as she called them, were anything but small-looking when the front of her sweater was stretched with the presence of two rounded dogs.
Anything for a laugh, especially if it was a dirty laugh about a dirty joke. If it gave boys something to jerk their young boy cocks off about later, that was all the better.
So Marcia thought nothing of smuggling the little dogs into the pizza parlor despite the fact that it was against the law, and in utter disrespect for the other customers. The people who ate in the shop might have liked dogs. They might have liked a well-proportioned blonde teenager, too.
But the combination spelled trouble for the hot Italian behind the counter who was steaming under the collar at the combination of the dogs and the girl in his shop.
"Ay, can't you read the sign? No dogs allowed. Please."
His hand was waving dramatically as he ranted.
Marcia felt a funny feeling, that special funny feeling, tingling at her young cunny once again. She liked the reaction she got from this handsome young stud who she figured couldn't be any older than she was.
He worked in the shop afternoons after school, but he acted as if the store belonged to him personally. He was that serious about his work.
Marcia knew that he didn't go to the same high school she attended. If he had, she would have seen him there. She would have noticed him, and remembered his face.
She knew that he wasn't the kind of boy she could bring home to her mother. He was too crude. He looked, as Marcia thought, 'dumb."
Mother would never approve of his slicked back, greased hair, or the tattoo on his muscular arm. She couldn't see exactly what the tattoo was, since much of it was hidden below the short sleeve of his shirt, but she wished that she could see it all, and feel his muscles, and lick them, too.
She was a very hot little virgin, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes, and flutter her eyelashes, and ask him in her sweetest tone of voice if he would make an exception for her.
"They're only little puppies," she cooed "They think I'm their Mama, and they like to keep warm up against me."
Tony, the boy behind the counter just looked at her. 'Dumb cunt', he thought. Yes, he thought she was much dumber than he was.
"Look, the sign says dogs ain't allowed in this place. That means even the ones that are lucky enough to snuggle up against your moroccas."
Marcia wasn't offended by the remark. She liked the way he spoke back to her. She was turned on by his strong personality, and his spunk. He wouldn't bend to her girlish whim.
And yet something prompted her to react with offense.
"The pizza in this place is really bad, anyway. My dogs won't even eat it." She turned to huff out of the shop with a slam of the door. But Tony jumped out from behind the counter and grabbed her arm so hard, he left marks in her flesh.
She whirled around. Her little dogs were yapping.
"Look, you snotty little bitch," Tony snapped at her. "You can't wrap me around your little finger that easily. This is my shop. Here, you obey the fucking rules or get out. And when you get out, that means get out like a lady or I'll kick your ass so hard you'll fly out the door."
Marcia stood and stared at Tony in disbelief.
Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe that he was talking to her in so rude and loud a manner. Nobody had ever done that to her before. Never!
She wanted to slap him, and yet, all that anger sort of went out of her and she felt all flushed. Her knees went weak.
When Tony saw her reaction, he suddenly realized that his brow was slicked with sweat, and felt a bit confused. He was glad that he told her where it was at. He was glad that he spoke up and put her in line, where he believed girls should be.
But he was surprised at himself for flying off the handle like that. Something about the pretty, pouty girl had brought out the tiger in him.
"I, I'm sorry," Marcia stammered in a soft voice. "I was wrong for bringing my dogs inside when the sign does say that it's against the rules of the shop."
"Well, I thought that I should do my job and tell you, that's all," Tony shrugged, not about to apologize back to her, but willing to give an inch in her direction.
Marcia liked that too. She liked the idea that he wasn't totally rigid in his treatment of her, and yet he had the balls to talk back to her and to keep her from pulling her routine on him.
There was an awkward silence between them. It lasted for a few moments, but the time dragged on for the two teenagers. They were a bit self-conscious about the incident, and neither one was exactly sure what to say next.
"You really look handsome when you're angry," Marcia said, finally filling the pause with sound. It was a line she had heard in a movie somewhere, but it came back to her at this time, and it fit her true feelings very well.
Tony grinned his street punk grin. "Thanks," he smiled.
"You know, my school is having a dance next week," Marcia said. "I've turned down several dates. The boys who asked me were just too immature for my tastes. I know that it's a bit forward for a girl to ask a boy to take her to a dance, and I know that we've just met and we hardly know each other. And I know that you may have a steady girlfriend."
"Naw, I don't got a steady girlfriend. I play the field," Tony said, wanting her to continue.
"Well, I do have two tickets to the dance, and nobody to take me. If you're not busy Saturday night, the dance starts at eight. Would you like to go?" Marcia asked, hoping that he wouldn't resent her aggressive approach.
The fact was, he dug it. He liked having a pretty girl fuss over him.
"Well, I dunno if I'll be free Saturday night," he told her. "I might go out with some of the guys. But if you give me your address, I might be able to stop by your house in time to pick you up and take you."
Marcia thought about that. She really didn't know if it would be a good idea for Tony to stop by her house. Her mother would never stop complaining about it.
"Why don't you just meet me at the dance?" Marcia asked. "I'll get there at eight and leave your name at the door. You just tell them that there's a ticket for Tony from the pizza shop, and come on in."
"Uh, alright," Tony said, stroking his chin. "I'll be there, but don't bug me if I'm late. Understand?"
"I understand," Marcia replied sweetly.
"Okay, then I'll see ya on Saturday," Tony said.
"See you," Marcia winked. She was proud of herself.
She was especially glad that everything worked out as it had. She was glad that she had made that arrangement, because that way she pinned Tony down to saying that he really would show up. If he had been left to pick her up for the dance, if he didn't go out with the boys, she might have spent the entire evening at home in front of the television set. This was a special Saturday night, and she didn't want to spend it alone; especially not after meeting Tony.
Marcia and Norma primped in the mirror of the girls' room. The long, un-framed mirror hung over the sinks which were lined up like troughs along the wall of the white-tiled room.
"I hope he shows up," Marcia said, brushing the long stands of her straw-colored locks. Tony was going to be one of the ones to get to feel her hair when it was hanging free and loose. He would, if he showed up.
"He'll be here," her friend Norma said, adjusting the padding in her bra. She wasn't as developed in that department as Marcia was.
When the two girls left the girls' room, their attention was turned toward the front door of the gymnasium where the ticket-takers were admitting guests.
Through the streamers and the balloons which hung from the rafters, Marcia could see what the commotion was all about. It was Tony! The ticket-takers were willing to admit him, but not his friends, too. He had brought along six of his buddies.
Marcia walked closer to the scene and she heard one of the student ticket-takers say that he would have to talk with one of the faculty members.
The boy quickly returned with Mr. Gold, Marcia's history teacher, who was acting as a chaperone for the dancers on this evening.
"You boys don't attend this high school," Mr. Gold said.
"Yeah, but we're high," one of Tony's buddies piped up.
"Exactly. That's perfectly obvious," stuffy Mr. Gold exclaimed. "And that's exactly why you will not be admitted into this gymnasium. I'm sorry, but you boys will have to leave the premises at once, or I'll call the police."
The boys didn't like that. They didn't appreciate the teacher's attitude.
Sure, they were high, and they smelled of beer. They were loud, and some of them weren't too pretty with their leather jackets and heavy motorcycle boots. But they weren't about to accept lip from a stuffed shirt.
Tony led the way, muscling through the tentative barrier of Mr. Gold.
"I was invited and I'm comin' in," he said.
Marcia was embarrassed. All eyes were on her. She blushed.
"Tony, you've made a fool of yourself, and of me too," she said, although she said that only because she couldn't admit how excited she was to see him, and to have observed his powerful manner.
Drunk as he was, Tony was easily pissed.
"Shit, bitch," he snarled, grabbing her by the arm the way he grabbed her in the pizza parlor. "I did it for you."
Before she had a chance to answer him, he started pulling her through the crowd and out the front door.
"I hope you brought some fucking rubbers with you, 'cause you're gonna get fucked tonight," Tony told her as he pulled her out of the gymnasium and his band of buddies followed behind him.
Marcia was horrified. She was still a virgin! She'd been saving her virginity for her husband, if one should ever come her way.
But he wasn't going to take a negative answer from her. Observers gasped when they saw his rough treatment of her.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Gold stammered. "Do you know these boys, Marcia?" the teacher asked nervously. He didn't know if she was being kidnapped, or if she was going of her own free will. It seemed to be a combination of the two.
"I know Tony," Marcia said as Tony dragged her out the door. "It's all right," she explained.
But she really wasn't sure that it would be alright. She barely knew Tony at all. He was drunk, and so were his rebel friends. They were being physically aggressive with her, and Tony warned her that she had better have a package of condoms with her.
She was terrified, but she-was also fascinated.
Something inside of her was whispering, "Bind me, beat me, make me cum!"
CHAPTER TWO
The beat-up old hot rod they pulled her into was still smelling of marijuana smoke. The girl got high just breathing in the lingering fumes.
Tony told his friends to pack it in, in the back seat. He got one disgusted look from one of the punks who resented being squeezed in the back while Tony's little girlfriend took his place up front.
Tony stared the guy down, and the cat backed off. The front seat was for Tony and Marcia.
He pulled her in the car in such a way that she was sprawled out on the front seat. Her head was placed between his legs. She was locked in position, because she was blocked by the steering wheel above her.
Tony knew where he wanted her. He wanted her down with her head between his legs. He wanted to see her blonde hair spilling over the side of his muscled legs as he forced her face into the crotch of his jeans.
His buddies in the back were getting a kick out of the show he put on for their benefit. They liked his technique.
But mostly, Tony was doing this for himself. He dug feeling the hot breath of a pretty little snip like Marcia on the lump at the crotch of his jeans. He wanted to feel more.
"Open your mouth and suck my dick through the material. I wanna feel your spit all over my bone. Go on, bitch. Suck it," he snarled.
She felt all gushy in her virgin twat. The way he spoke to her was more than she had even fantasized about in her wildest sexual daydreams.
Whatever qualms she had about going down on a guy's cock disappeared with the force he exerted on her to get down and do as he told her.
Tony stared groaning when he felt her wet tongue muscle massage his already-bulging dick to new hardness. He stepped on the gas, and the car sped off into the night.
Marcia had no idea where she was headed. All she knew was that her concentration was directed toward the lump of man-meat on which she had been ordered to suck. She worked a lot of hot saliva out of her young mouth cavity. She wanted to coat his throbbing boner with enough wetness for him to really feel it.
"Lick it, bitch," Tony told the young girl. "That's it. Get it nice and wet with your pink tongue. Go on, beauty. Lap it up."
His strong voice spurred her on. She spit wet heat on his jean-covered dick, and then sucked it back into her mouth when she blew him. Right through his jeans, she was giving him a lick and suck job that had him grunting and groaning.
The guys in the back were all getting hard, hoping that Tony would permit his new bitch to go down on them, too.
Marcia was in a new kind of heaven. The bulge in Tony's jeans ran a good eight inches down his leg, and she covered every inch with her mouth. She was amazed at how big it felt when she licked it with her tongue.
She wondered if he would make her take it in her mouth!
Tony was driving fast. He felt himself getting close to shooting a first steaming load of thick white cum, but he held back. He didn't allow himself to reach orgasm, because he didn't want to start convulsing in sexual spasms which would send the steering wheel spinning, and the car out of control.
Every time the licking of her wet tongue threatened to bring him to climax, he reached down and held Marcia in place with hand.
"Don't move. Just stay there so my dick can feel the wet heat of your pretty mouth, baby," he groaned.
Then he would wait until it was safe for her to start lapping his joystick up like candy once again. She would start moaning softly when he permitted her to get back to her sucking, and her ass would start raising each time.
It seemed that she was raising her ass for a smacking.
Marcia resumed her sucking, and then she got greedy. She wanted to do more than suck his cock through the material of his jeans. She wanted to take the large monster out of his protective covering, and feel it in her mouth and down her throat.
She tried to get hold of the zipper's latch, so that she could pull his fly down with her teeth. But it wasn't easy.
She didn't want to use her hands to help herself along because he hadn't told her that she could" do that, and she wanted to serve him. She wanted to please this dominating young stud.
When her effort to unleash his throbber became more important than the pleasure he was receiving from the lick and suck job, she went back to what he had commanded her to do. She went back to sucking his cock through the jeans.
With her head buried in his groin, Marcia was not conscious of anything else that was going on around her. Suddenly, she felt the car shift and swerve. The car was curving off the road!
Marcia feared that Tony had reached a sticky orgasm inside his pants, and the impact of the cumming that had caused him to lose control of the car.
She was stuck between his spread legs and the wheel, and she was unable to move from her locked-in position to see what had really happened.
She found out soon enough. Tony pulled the car to a dead halt. They were in a dark, empty lovers' lane. The dirt road was littered with beer cans and condoms. It was Tony's kind of place.
After the stud at the wheel shot a glare at his buddies which sent them all flying out the back door of the hot rod, Tony finally allowed Marcia to remove her blonde head from his crotch.
Gently, he raised her head with his hands. She was out from between his legs. She looked into his eyes. Even in the dark, they glowed. They glowed by the light of the moon.
And a full moon it was, invoking the animal nature from many a horny teenager.
The moon seemed to have an effect on Tony, and on Marcia, too. It brought out more of the animal instincts which had attracted them to each other in the first place.
Tony was no fool. He wasn't a genius by any means, and his school grades were weak, to say the very least. But he knew when he turned a chick on to him. He could tell when a girl like Marcia had a throbbing little clit burning red hot for him.
He knew what turned her on about him, and he knew what turned him on about her. She dug the cleft in his chin, and the big dick between his legs, and most of all, she got off on the way he manhandled her and made her feel submissive.
It was a two way feeling which he reciprocated. He liked seeing her beautiful face down between his legs, he liked pulling on her long blonde hair, and he liked treating this fair fifteen-year-old virgin like his puppet.
He intended to pull her strings with his manner. He intended to pull her strings with his skillful domination of her soft, pink girlishness.
"You're quite a guy," she said, dreamily, gazing into his rugged face.
"And you're a good cocksucker," he answered.
"I haven't sucked the real thing yet," she replied.
"You haven't earned it yet," he laughed.
She was going to be coy with him, but he slapped her back into reality. He surprised her with the slap. It came out of nowhere for no apparent reason. Suddenly he just hauled off and smacked her face with his hand.
His impact left her jaw aching. She was afraid that he might have done damage to her jaw, but she felt the hot sting of his handprint on her smooth face and that was all that mattered. She felt a twitching of her young virgin twat lips. She felt chills down her spine, and her stomach tensed up. This young stud was different from the boys at school. This one was going to work her over.
"My cock is big. I'm the leader of this group," he said. "If you want to suck my joint, you're gonna have to prove yourself on the dicks of my buddies. Their dicks are gonna stretch your throat open so that you'll be able to take my thick thing all the way to my nuts."
Marcia panicked. None of the boys at school would have wanted her to do something like that. They would have wanted her all for themselves. But Tony wanted to share her mouth with his pals. It was such a warm, wet, and deep mouth, and he liked seeing her service his friends like a good sex slave.
"I want to suck your thing, Tony," Marcia smiled. "But I want only you."
She thought that Tony might be pleased to hear that. It was praise of a sort. But he slapped her again, harder this time. He slapped her with his front hand, and he rebounded with the back of his hand.
"I told you that you were gonna suck my buddies. That's what you're gonna do. You're gonna do whatever I tell you to do. Understand?"
She feared that she would be rewarded with another smack if she hesitated. "Yes, I understand, Tony," she stammered, half-heartedly.
"You better, bitch," he sneered, his soft lips curling.
But once he opened the door and called to his friend Rick to come and get sucked off, she bit her quivering lip in second thoughts.
Rick unzipped. When she lowered her head to the level of his unzipped fly, she was knocked in the face with the heady aroma of his nature-scented crotch. She swallowed, but she didn't swallow his cock.
"What are you waitin' for?" Tony growled at her. "Rick's got his dick out for you to suck. Suck out every bit of his cum and swallow it."
She simply could not do it. She wanted Tony, but she couldn't do it with anybody else, especially not in Tony's presence. She wanted only Tony, and one of the kids who followed Tony wouldn't do.
But she didn't have all that much say in the matter. Tony saw her resistance. "We'll have to correct this shit right away," he said. "Can't let a young cunt like you get out of hand, Marcia," Tony said.
He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a length of rope which he kept in there along with dick lubricant and other essentials.
"There's one way to get flirty little girls like you to behave," he said in a threatening tone. "Tie 'em up!"
Before Marcia could react, she felt her arms wrenched suddenly behind her back. Tony quickly wrapped the cord around her wrists, binding her with her hands behind her.
Rick went right to work, pulling forth a rope of his own from his own well-stuffed pocket. While Tony secured Marcia's hands, Tony's pal Rick tied her legs together at the ankles. She was bound and helpless. She was vulnerable.
"Now open that damn mouth of yours and get ready to swallow my buddy's big prick," Tony ordered her. "If you don't take him to the nuts, I'm gonna have to really get rough with you."
It was the most exhilarating experience of Marcia's young life. She could feel the adrenalin pumping into her system and coursing through her body. She was sexually excited, for this was just what she had always dreamed of, for as long as she had been dreaming about sex.
But at the same time she was scared. These guys weren't fooling around. In her daydreams she was always in control. She had the power to turn off the fantasy whenever she felt that her pussy-provoking imagination was going too far.
With Tony there was no such control on her part. She was physically at his mercy, and she wondered how far Tony would go to have his way with her.
Also, she hoped that none of the other kids would leave the dance early to spend some time in lovers' lane. She didn't want the headlights of their cars illuminating her bound body before their eyes.
Marcia didn't want to provide a stage show for her classmates at high school. They would never understand. It was bad enough that Norma saw Marcia being dragged from the school dance by a greaser with a temper with his gang in tow.
But again, she had no choice but to follow the directives of Tony and hope for the best. He was going to get what he wanted, and he would do whatever he had to in order to see that he was satisfied.
When Marcia was slow to take Rick's prick into her oral cavity, Tony snaked his hand up under her dress. He pushed through the layers of petticoat which whitened her under her party gown.
He found her rounded ass globes and tweaked the full right cheek right through her satin panties.
"I may have you suck off every one of my buddies, and then keep you tied while you watch me jerk my dick off into the air."
He twisted her flesh as he told her that he most certainly would deprive her of the sex she really wanted if she didn't perform for him the way he wanted her to. He wasn't going to stand for her teasing ways, the way the other guys might do. He was going to let her know who was the boss, right from the beginning.
Marcia was trembling, but that tremble made her cunt lips moist. She was creaming little drops of female flow. Marcia had never been so aroused. Even when she masturbated as she listened to the discipline laid into her mother by her dad, she had never felt such shudders quake her at the center of her body.
Although her mouth had gone dry, she was suddenly spiked with the erect dork of Tony's pal once again. This time his prick pressed through her slightly parted lips, plugging her and wriggling around inside her mouth.
She thought she would gag, but Tony increased the pressure of his fingers on the flesh of her ass. The white globes of ass flesh were getting red where he pinched her.
"Just realize what you're doin', bitch," Tony told her. "You're followin' my orders. You're sucking cock for Tony. Just look at you, all tied up like a hog. Look at you there sucking on my buddy's prong because your stud man tells you to. That's it, baby. When I tell you to suck, you suck!"
That strange feeling overtook the bound girl. She felt very hot. She bobbed her head back and forth on the prick, sucking it in until her pert nose pressed into the wires at his pubic patch.
She was tied and forced. It was almost making her cum.
When Tony told her to take it because he told her to, she responded to his manner. He was disciplining her to do as he commanded, and she sucked that cock as if she had been sucking dick all her life.
The fact was, aside from licking Tony's mauler, she had never been down on a dick before. A virgin to cock, and a bound one, was learning to do it for Tony.
"Oh, she's sucking real good, Tony," Rick groaned. "Ah, she's milking me. She's like a vacuum. She's pulling it up from my balls."
"Don't cum yet," Tony said. "I want to beat her while you shoot your wad down her throat."
He pulled his black leather belt from around his waist. He'd been wearing it all day. It was his special belt, with his initial embedded in the leather with silver studs. If he swung the belt hard enough across the tender ass of a young girl, the studs would leave their impression in the delicate girl skin.
The girl would wear his initial, 'T', on her ass cheek!
But he wasn't going to give Marcia any such tattoos. He only gave those to the young girls he really dug. To him, Marcia was still just a spoiled bitch who needed some training in how to treat a man; a stud man, a real man, which is what he thought of himself.
He simply doubled the belt over and began whacking Marcia's back with it. The leather slapped her straight through her party gown.
She was all tied, and therefore, she was helpless. She couldn't resist.
He kept it up, and to Marcia's surprise, she responded from the pussy with every blow of the belt. Every time it struck her, she reacted in her pussy. Her little virgin cunt got all hot and sticky.
What turned the girl on the most was not the belt. Nor was it the fact that she was being forced to do as she was ordered. Both of those things made her very hot, but there was something which made her even hotter.
The bondage! This was simple bondage, but for her first time, it was marvelous.
She was helpless enough. She couldn't move her feet. She couldn't kick. She couldn't use her hands. She couldn't claw or hit.
She was imprisoned in rope. The rope held her in place. Tony had tied her, and she was forced to remain exactly in the position he decided for her.
Bondage was what made it impossible for Marcia to resist. She was totally unable to move, and she was there for the pleasure of her new master, and nothing more. To him she was just a trussed-up piece of meat.
Her mouth was there like a wet cunt, just waiting to be used. That was the purpose Tony set out for her, and that was what she was forced to comply with.
Rick started bucking his dick into her mouth-all the way. The sight of her hands crossed behind her back and held there with rope turned him on even more. The fact that she was unable to use her hands to assist her in her sucking of his dick made him really want to plow her throat with the thing.
Too many chicks did a half-suck job on Rick's prong. They sucked on the head of it, and worked their hand up and down on the shaft.
This gave the feel of a hot mouth, but it wasn't as tight, nor as wet, nor as warm. They were cheating. And Rick didn't dig that.
He liked it the way Tony had provided it for him. By immobilizing Marcia, the girl had become an open hole. Her mouth was just gaping there. The young stud had free access to the deepest part of her, because there was no way she could do anything but accept it and take it all the way down as he rammed her.
Of course, she could have used her teeth and given his dick a bite, but with Tony working her over across the back with the strap, she knew better than to try such a trick. She wouldn't like would happen to her if she tried that. The belt had a buckle, and Tony was a strong stud. He could have easily given her black and blues which would not fade too soon.
But something inside of Marcia told her that this was all alright.
It was the fulfillment of what had long been her secret sexual desire.
Marcia trusted this stud. Mean and hard as he was, he wanted his young slave girl in good enough condition to be used again. He wouldn't damage the merchandise.
That trust was important. If she had panicked, and feared that if he tied her up, he might kill her, or rob her, or something like that, it never would have worked.
But she was feeling all moist in the twat, which indicated to her that she was happy with what was happening. In fact, she felt even then that this scene of bondage and humiliation would replay in her head on her masturbation sessions later when she was alone in her room with only her bruises to remind her of Tony and Rick.
She might also have a hurting feeling down at the bottom of her throat after Rick was finished plugging her. And then it might be some of the other guys, and then it might be Tony! And he was said to have the biggest dick of them all.
She was determined to open up the back of her throat for the pummeling pecker of this stud. She was determined to be the open pit for his cock, and she was enjoying every second of the throat banging, and the light belt smacking, and the simple bondage.
Her wrists and ankles were tied securely enough to keep her in place, but the rope was not stretched so tightly that it would cut off her circulation. The. rope was soft, and it didn't dig into her flesh, either. It was perfect.
The secret desire to be tied and punished like this had existed within her ever since she heard her mother cry, "Bind me, beat me, make me cum!" It might have existed even before that, too.
But the scene she overheard from her parents' bedroom had awakened that desire within her. She had kept it all a secret, because she didn't believe that her girlfriends at school would understand. They might call her names. They were dumb and narrow.
But with her hands bound behind her, and her feet tied together, and her mouth filled with banging dick, and her back beaten with a studded belt, she knew that her desire had blossomed. It was out in the open, and the nectar was dripping.
Never again, did she think she would want anything less than being tied in place. Never again would she think about the boys in her school, who were so prissy and delicate. She wanted the studs such as Tony and Rick. She wanted their bondage, their beatings, and their dicks.
Just as she thought about how much her jaw ached, Rick started grunting. He was getting close. He was going to shoot his cum into her.
Marcia had never had a cock in her mouth. She had never tasted cum.
She knew that boys shot the stuff. She had heard them talking about the loads they spewed, and she had heard them talking about how much they shot. Some said they shot thick cream, others claimed to have a lot of liquid.
Whichever, she wondered what the semen must taste like. She could feel herself swallowing the saliva in her mouth, tasting the saliva which was flavored with his dick. Flavored, and flavored heavily.
What was more, the boy wanted to suck her young cunt! He knew that it had been juicing. He could tell by the way she was wriggling around that she was most certainly creaming her pussy. She had to be!
That blonde hair was flying back and forth like the mane of a beautiful golden horse, as she bobbed up and down on his cock, longing to milk it so she could taste the flavor of his dick for the very first time.
Rick was now standing outside the opened door of the black and blue hot rod. His hands were on his hips. His hands dug into the blonde mane of young Marcia as she sat in the front seat, arching her head down to take the boy in.
Tony was straddling the front seat's cushion, swinging his belt and rooting the sex partners on. "Suck that man's cock!" Tony told her. "Suck it way down."
Marcia accepted the cock even further. Her hands were writhing as much as her bonds would allow, but that was little, indeed. Her sexual excitement had started that nervous expression of sexuality. She was so hot, she was straining at her bonds like a sex hungry tigress.
A little teen tigress, that was what she had become. And her straining made the rope even tighter on her. The knots responded to her strain by sending back pressure into her wrists and ankles where they cut.
If she had relaxed and, stayed quiet, her hands and feet would have been fairly comfortable. As comfortable as a young girl can be when she's getting face-fucked by a teenaged hood in a black jacket while another one beats her in the front seat of a hot rod on a darkened lovers' lane, can be, one might say.
But her angel pussy was growling like a tigress as much as she was. This rough treatment was awakening all that animal passion within her.
This was a real dirty scene. This was a real dirty fuck in the face.
She was taking it. Every bit of it. She was getting it all.
That was hard sex, replete with bondage and back-belting. The other girls in her classes probably would have fainted by this time if they were treated to such treatment from studs like Tony and Rick.
Even the boys in the class would be shocked to see the heat of this three-way match on lovers' lane.
But this was what Marcia felt she wanted-and needed!
CHAPTER THREE
"Ahgghg, I feel it coming. It's coming. I'm getting close. I'm gonna blast," Rick warned, increasing the intensity each time he strained his neck muscles, groaning at his upcoming orgasm.
Marcia was actually becoming afraid. The ropes held her in place, and she was therefore at the mercy of them. She couldn't use her hands to push Rick away if his blast of this substance called cum sailed down her throat and started choking her.
She was frightened! This was her very time with a cock down her throat. She was going to savor the taste of cum for the very first time.
It was wonderful, and yet, not knowing quite what to expect left Marcia in a peculiar state. She felt strange. What would it be? Would she like it?
And what if it was too strong? Or if there was too much of it for her to swallow? Or if she started to gag on the stuff?
She wondered if his stuff would be like the girl flow which was making her little lower lips sticky. She had experimented with her own natural juices on several occasions.
There was little time for her to ponder these thoughts. She was forced back to her experience. The plunging of Rick's young cock was forcing her to think of nothing but her situation. She felt nothing but the numbing of her throat as he banged her.
As for her arms and legs, which were fastened with rope, she had forgotten about them some time earlier. She had been without the use of her hands or her feet for so long, she imagined that she had none any more.
She was totally submissive to them, and yet she was an aggressive young tigress, too. She had been just a joy hole, there to be fucked hotly and wetly.
But as the highly arousing scenario continued, she had become wild in her hot pursuit of man-cream. She wanted it from this young stud-cock, and she used her throat muscles to take care of all his needs as well as her own.
Her throat muscles were virtually begging for his load, and she got it.
It gushed, and the stud groaned. Hot lava poured from his gushing thing.
She was flooded with the stuff. It filled her mouth and she tasted it. She tasted it fully. It was strong, and unique. She had never experienced anything like it. And although it burned the abraded lining of her well-fucked throat, she swallowed it down until she felt all of it in her sweet little stomach.
She took it because Tony flailed her back with his belt as she sucked the stuff out of the tip of Rick's cock.
She took it also because she had no choice. Her head had been knocked up against the soft vinyl seat. Rick's prong was curved down the back of her throat as he pressed her head into the seat with the force of his pelvis.
Her hands were bound, and so were her feet. . She was virtually tied to the spot. Even if she tried to hobble out of the car, she would have no chance of escape. Her hands and feet couldn't save her. And Tony had the belt.
So she had no choice but to swallow it all, and she wasn't sorry once she had it down her. She had actually swallowed her first load. And the very first load was given generously to her while her hands and feet were bound.
It was an experience for the girl! Quite an experience, for the very first time.
After Rick stopped the gushing of cum down her throat, he fell against her. His cock was deeply embedded inside of her.
He was exhausted, and he simply stayed inside of her, sweating at the crotch. The curls of Marcia's little box were damp. There wasn't much bush around her little cunny, but what was there was now wet with girl-sweat and sticky-juice.
Her cunny was undulating, inside and out. She was very hot.
But Rick wasn't finished yet. Tony had given him his chance with the chick, and she was so damn good that he didn't want to risk stopping now.
He pulled out of her mouth before his cock became soft.
Tony was amazed to see Rick take over, but he dug it. He liked to see the guys in his pack take initiative with the chicks they screwed.
He sort of moved over and watched what was going on. His eyes were wide, but not as wide as Marcia's. She was taken aback by Rick's sudden change of pace. He was through with his fucking of her face, but he was hot for something new. He was hot for her pussy!
He didn't even know how lucky he was going to be when he sunk his tongue into that pretty honey pie. This one was a virgin. His was going to be the very first mouth ever to get into the soft folds of her budding pussy-flower.
He was quick in his movements, and quite adept, considering the fact that he was in the front seat of a hot rod making out by the light of the moon, and the light of a dashboard radio.
The radio lit up, casting an orange glow over their bodies, as it blared out rock and roll rhythms that were hot for road fucking.
The music was roaring like a motorcycle, and it was a perfect fuck tempo for the sex heat which was coming over Rick like a second blast.
He forced her knees up. Her legs moved into position but her feet were tied at the ankles. He pulled her satin panties down in one hard yank. The fragrant pink underthings nearly ripped at the seams.
Rick kicked Marcia's legs open to get at her pussy. Since her feet were bound together, this spreading of her legs made her look like a trussed-up chicken.
The gravy was dripping down her legs!
Rick's hungry lips fed on the delicious pudding. His supper would be her hot twat.
He had it open with his fingers. His wet tongue muscle probed the pink insides.
He licked the lips until they were wet with his saliva. The taste of her clean, sweet pussy stayed on his tongue. He was tasting his very first piece.
Tony wasn't one of those uptight guys who thought it was unmanly for a stud in leather to go down on a pussy. He loved to eat cunt!
He especially loved to see a girl in bondage getting her cunt sucked and eaten. He liked to see the unprotected muff of a girl in ropes, as Marcia was, there in the front seat.
In fact, in his fantasies, he imagined young women tied in even more severe bondage than ropes. He imagined them in heavy restraints. He pictured elaborate harnesses with lots of rawhide lacing and buckles and locks.
Even the idea of chains appealed to him. He would love to use the chain from his motor bike, or even a bicycle chain, and tie a beautiful woman to a chair with those chains.
What he most wanted to see was a woman wearing a black corset, taking his bondage. He would sit her in a straight-backed chair, and tie her arms all the way behind her. He might even force her arms up into an uncomfortable position, just to keep her aware of her position and circumstance at all times.
He would spread her legs apart and feast between them. He would feel her garter belts against the side of his head as he bobbed and probed.
His tongue would curl and snake about inside his trussed-up woman. Just as Rick's tongue was twirling around inside the pussy of pretty young Marcia.
The bound girl wriggled about. She had never had anything up her twat but her fingers, and that wasn't very deeply, or very intently. Technically, she might not be considered a true virgin, since the thin membrane which was used to define her as a virgin was still intact. She had broken her hymen while riding a horse.
But she was still a virgin to a cock up her pussy. Her vagina was untouched by cock or tongue; until this fateful evening of bondage and rapture.
Rick's tongue explored the inner regions where nobody had ever ventured. Gagging was not for him. He took to pussy like a duck takes to water. Only more so.
It was very intense for him. He was so hard, he felt as if he hadn't even shot a first load only minutes earlier. He was raring to suck twat and cum again.
This time he would take longer before releasing his hot spunk. He would keep eating her opened cunny until he built-up enough new gism to splash all over her.
Rick was groaning as he fed on her juicy pussy. He probed the depths of her, and she responded by undulating her hot little quim and moaning heavily also.
"Atta stud," Tony laughed, egging his buddy on. "Eat out that pussy. Suck that twat juice up until she's dry. Eat her out! Yeah!"
If Marcia's hands had been free she would have been clawing the back of the seat. Her fingers would have been digging into the vinyl. She was beside herself with passion. Her arousal was complete. She was approaching multiple orgasms!
She was literally screaming as she felt the intensity of her little flutters build into convulsing spasms of sex.
Rick's long tongue muscle was well beyond the outer layers. The vulva was deeply probed. The clit was scraped when the tongue flicked in and out, but now as Marcia began to reach climax, Rick jammed his tongue all the way into the depths of her vagina. It was a jab to the deepest part of her.
Then he sucked up, and waited to be saturated in torrents of female discharge; hot female juice from a fifteen-year-old virgin.
The good-looking chick was spasming. She was wild, and the fact that she was tightly bound made the climax more intense. Her limbs were not free to soften the impact of the orgasm. She was completely still everywhere that her bonds imprisoned her.
Therefore, while she came, her cuntal realm took the full concentration of the orgasm. She almost felt that her cunt could lift her off the fucking ground and into the air, that was how high she felt as she spewed female stuff in his mouth.
He kept the liquid in his mouth, swirling it around. He was startled when the full mouth of liquids was splattered with new torrents of female juice. It went down his throat, but he tasted her pussy in his mouth.
He looked at the girl he had used for his sex thrills. Seeing her all bound and helpless made him almost want to cry. He wouldn't cry tears of sorrow. He wouldn't be sad at all. He was, in fact, so intensely aroused, that tears came to his eyes.
Marcia was exhausted. She was shaking, trembling. The bondage, the discipline, the fucking of her throat and the eating of her pussy had all contributed to her very intense orgasm.
And she still had her dream man to take care of. She had started off with Rick because Tony forced her into it. He wooed her with the belt and with bondage.
Now she was even hotter for Tony than she had been before. That was hot enough to boil his already blazing cream.
He was ready for her. He wasn't going to let anybody else get into Marcia before he did. No, Tony wasn't going to take a sloppy cunt. He just wanted his buddy to widen her narrow tunnel so that she would be able to take his monstrous mauler.
His buddy Rick had done real well. He not only widened her tight throat, and got her ready to accept an even larger and thicker cock without choking, but he had prepared her virgin pussy as well. It was ready for plugging.
Marcia was going to be treated to her very first fuck, and she was going to get it while in bondage. But Tony wanted more. He was tired of seeing her tied with rope. He wanted to go a little bit further. He wanted to get more outrageous.
"Come on, bitch," he said to Marcia. "Let's see you get out of that car and hobble over. I'm gonna fuck you. I don't have enough swinging room in the front seat. I'm gonna fuck you on the ground. How about that!"
Marcia was something to see. Her long golden hair was now pasted to her forehead where the perspiration made it stick. Her satin panties formed a pink binding around her ankles, along with the white rope which was wrapped several times around the ankles, too. Her dress was up and her cunt was shining.
Marcia's lovely, light-colored party gown was going to get completely soiled in the dirt. She realized that even as she pushed herself as best she could, out of the front seat of the car and onto the dirt below.
Her soft skin was slightly abraded with the fall, but that was the best she could do, considering the immobility imposed by the ropes which tied her.
"Over by the tree," Tony commanded, beckoning her with a nod of his head in the direction of an oak which stood at the side of the lovers' lane road.
Marcia felt like a worm. Or maybe a snake, or even a grub. She felt really humiliated to be forced to get over to the tree, while wearing her party dress, when her feet were bound together with rope. She loved it.
As much as it humiliated her, and made her a sex slave, she appreciated what it was doing to her pussy. She hadn't met up with a gang of pricks who abused her. She had somehow met up with her perfect matches. They fed her the bondage and discipline mixed heavily with sex. And she gobbled it all up.
She was something to see as she moved as best-she could, along the ground, until she was down in the base of the tree. She had done as commanded. She had done it while in bondage. And she was excited that she had successfully performed for her new, young master. That, after all, was her purpose.
While she reached her goal, she satisfied herself.
She had made herself happy with what was happening out there under the moon. Hot-boxed as the little nymph was, she was glad to have finally found the male who was going to fill her with his manhood. He was the man who had been hard enough to do it.
His cock was out, and it was even more of a monster than she'd imagined when she licked it through his jeans. Her mouth was watering, although she was afraid that a dick that powerful looking might kill her. It would surely make her cry!
She wanted it. She writhed for it.
But Tony wasn't going to let her have it that easily. He enjoyed watching her squirm while she begged for his cock. He stroked it in front of her. He even told her that he might just jerk it off in front of her, depriving her taste buds of it. He said he might feed it to the dusty dirt at the base of the tree, instead of to her..
That made her strain for it even more. She wanted him badly. He got a thrill out of seeing how much she would moan for it; how wild and primitive he could make her.
She went pretty far. She begged him for it. She wriggled her ass.
He stood there and teased her. He spit on his dick and greased it.
He had her on a string.
But he wasn't going to deprive her of his tool forever. He wanted to feel the depths of her virgin pussy. He Wasn't going to that by standing there and jerking off in front of her.
"Please, Tony," she moaned. The tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Please Tony, let me have it. Give it to me, please!"
Tony grinned. He continued to play with his hot, thick rod. He watched it gleam in the moonlight. "You'll get it when I'm good and ready to feed it to you. You'll be getting my dick so hard, you'll be begging me to stop."
"Never!" Marcia panted.
"I'm not going to give it to you while you're still in that bondage," Tony told her.
Marcia's heart sank. She felt the emotional punch the statement landed in her gut. She wanted to remain in bondage while he did it.
Bondage was part of the excitement!
"Don't go crazy, bitch," Tony sneered, seeing that she wanted to get fucked while she was tied and helpless to resist the hard advances in her cunt.
"Oh, Tony, I want the bondage. I want to feel like your bound slave," Marcia sighed.
"Don't worry, bitch. I never said that you wouldn't be in bondage."
"But you said that you were not going to give it to me while I was still in this bondage," Marcia sobbed, repeating what he had indeed said.
"Yeah, I said that bondage. Do you know what the word 'that' means you prissy snob? It means that I'm going to untie your ropes, and give you some bondage you won't soon forget. And you'll take it."
Marcia felt her excitement mount to a very high level.
He had some new tricks up his sleeve. He had some bondage which was heavier and more kinky than the rope which tied her simply with her arms behind her.
He called to his buddy Nino, who was hiding behind a tree in the darkened lane, watching the entire sex show. Tony knew that Nino was wearing high boots with long laces up and down the length of them. They were called 'flyer's' boots.
"Take the shoelaces out of the boots," Tony said.
Tony was the leader of the group, and the others were quick to jump to the snapping of his fingers. Tony snapped, Nino jumped, just like Marcia.
The other boy pulled the strings from the high-laced boots and handed them to Tony. The rebel had good plans for those strings. He was going to bind Marcia with them!
But that was only the beginning. He had said that this was going to be a kinky session of bondage for the girl.
First things first, he untied the rope which was around her wrists. He pulled her arms free, and massaged the circulation back into full force.
It surprised her, at first, that Tony took the care to massage her wrists so that the circulation flowed freely again, but then she realized that just because he got hot when he tied her and he beat her, it didn't mean that he wasn't also gentle and considerate. After all, he wasn't there to kidnap her.
He was there to give himself pleasure by binding her and beating her. But he was also there to make her cum! He was there for her gushing pleasure.
Marcia was relieved to have a few moments out of the ropes. She longed to feel her body in a new bondage.
Tony untied the knots which held her ankles together. He through the ropes away, for the moment. He would retrieve them again, because he planned to use them again. But for the time being, he had more important things to do.
He took the opportunity to undress her. Her panties came off and stayed in his clutches. He had special plans for those wet panties.
He pulled the dress up over her head, revealing her twin tits, encased in a lace bra. The breasts were exceptionally beautiful. They were formed like the upturned globes on a Barbie doll. Just perfect, and budding with girlhood.
The fifteen-year-old blonde was told to use her last moments before her hands were to again be tied, to unsnap her bra and hand it to him.
Her fingers were trembling. She could feel liquids flowing from her body.
She did as he directed, peeling the bra from the little tits.
Her peachy, soft breast flesh was soft in the moonlight. Her slender, flawless body was naked. Except for stockings. He left her in the tan stockings which covered her legs with a sheerness and a sheen.
The stockings were doubly tan at the top where the sleek material doubled over. The stockings stayed up by themselves, without garters, so Tony didn't have his exact fantasy made into a reality, but he didn't feel that he was settling for anything less than perfection.
This beautiful and horny little teenaged blonde was giving him ideas he'd never thought of. She was stimulating his cock to gigantic erection.
He already felt as if this blast was going to be one of his biggest. In fact, he sensed that when he first saw Marcia walk into the pizza parlor the previous week. Something about her spelled hot sex to the young stud.
Tony was going to hold his stream back until she did her royal stuff as his bound slave and pussy-hole. That's what she was to him; a bound slave there to be used as a pussy.
She was naked, except for tan stockings, and she was ready to be put in bondage. This time Tony secured her hands with the cord, but she got tied with her hands held down in front of her this time.
She was forced to keep her hands down at her cuntal mound. He was going to fuck her with her hands grasping his dick as it pulled outside of her channel.
When the bondage was done, it would keep her hands positioned against her twat. She would feel her soft skin rubbing constantly against the vulva.
As much as she stimulated herself by rubbing her hands against the fringe of her twat, and as wet as her hands grew from the juicing of her vagina, she would be unable to use her fingers to frig herself to climax.
Her hands were trussed between the fingers! That was why Tony had asked for the laces.
When he went to work on her, it quickly became obvious that he was interlacing the shoelaces between her fingers. This would make the pressure of the laces dig into the sensitive webbing between her fingers, if she tried to pull away, or if she tried to insert her fingers into the cleft of her gorgeous cunny.
She was not only laced together, wrist to wrist, she was laced all up and down between her fingers, too.
And then he used the panties. He used them and the bra as well!
By this time he had taken care of the full lengths of both shoelaces. The laces were long, and they went a far way, but it required a lot of rawhide to tie up ten fingers and a pair of wrists.
So he used the bra which had hugged her young tits. Inside each rounded cup, it was still warm. And those cups would get hotter as the heat of her body became even greater when he tied the bra around her upper torso.
This kept her entire upper body in one position. Not only was she unable to move her wrists and hands, she was unable to move her arms.
She felt more restricted this time than she felt with the first bondage experience. She was totally unable to move or wiggle her fingers without feeling pain.
She was unable to move her arms at all. They were held down with the elastic of the bra. It stretched tightly and almost painfully around her entire upper torso. The additional width provided by her arms made the fit a tight one.
Marcia expected her good bra to be stretched so much that she wouldn't be able to wear it again. But she didn't care. It would be worth it.
In fact, it was a good experience for her to lose an item of her clothing to passion. When she looked at that stretched-out bra in the future, she wouldn't regret the loss of money which the stretching might have once meant to her.
Instead, she would feel that hot burning at her core. She would start to juice all over again.
Her arms were pinioned at her sides and her wrists and fingers were trussed. But Tony had hot ideas for heavier bondage, and he wasn't through yet.
He took back the rope that he had discarded earlier in the fun. He coiled the rope around the connection of lacing which held her wrists.
By pushing downward, he was able to bend her over.
One tug on the rope, and he had her so that he could actually tie her wrists to her ankles! She was bent like his total slave.
Her subservient position made her an open target for his raging lust. Her body was arched over, but he could pick her up bodily and move her as he chose. He decided to fix her so that her cunt could be seen peeking from between the globes of her firm white ass cheeks.
She was a real beauty! He liked seeing her that way. He liked the black cords on her white flesh. He liked to see the pink of her pussy, peeking from between the half moons. He gave her a swat across the ass cheeks.
"Oh," she moaned.
"You want it?" Tony asked.
"I want it, yes, please," she cried.
"You better convince me. For your own good," he added.
She feared that if she didn't convince him, he might deprive her of what she wanted so badly. He had her tied and deserving of his rod, but he wanted to see and hear as she proved her passion further.
"Let me hear it," he growled. "I really want to hear what you want and need. Beg me for it like a good girl, 'cause if you don't beg enough, I'll waste all the hot gism. And even if you beg real fine, I've got something for you?"
"What do you mean?" Marcia asked.
"I mean, that whether you moan and plead or not, you'll wish that you had after I get finished with you. I'm going to stuff your mouth with these panties," he told her, holding the pink satin bloomers in his hand.
He could feel the wetness from her twat in his clenched fists.
"Oh, please don't stuff my mouth with my panties," she sobbed. "I want you to hear all the hot talk I have inside of me for you."
"Baby, when I screw you, you'll be moaning and crying. And maybe even screaming. Yeah, definitely screaming," he amended.
"Don't you want to hear my passion cries?" she asked.
"No!" he shot back. "I just want you to listen to my voice and to pay attention so you can follow my orders. If I want your cunt tight, I expect you to work your muscles and make it tight for your Tony's dick. If I ask for it loose, you're to open up real wide for me, baby, real wide."
"Alright, you know I'll do that. But please don't gag me."
"I'll make the decisions here," he told her.
She started to beg him for his cock. She started to beg him not to gag her. The two pleas mixed together.
She spent her last moments talking and begging before he gagged her. He muffled her cries with the panties, stuffing them down deep.
The soft satin warmed inside her saliva-filled oral cavity.
The material soaked up her mouth juices.
He laughed with deep delight when he saw the condition he put her in. He brandished his hard bone. Her virgin pussy was twitching. He told her that he was going to fuck her while she was all trussed up and helpless.
"You'll feel my huge dork plowing right through your fingers. You'll feel my thing plunging into your cunt pudding. It'll be all wet when it slides back through your fingers on the way out, but it will soon be down deep inside of you again; just you wait."
The pretty girl was writhing around like a young bitch in heat.
Her cries of passion and agony were muffled by the mouth gag of satin material. Her position made it impossible to move. Her ass was up and received a hard smack once again.
"Open that twat up," Tony warned her. "My great big prick is approaching your joy hole."
The bound and gagged and punished girl obeyed. This was going to be the fucking of her life. It was her very first. Every girl remembers her first fuck, but for the beautiful Marcia, the first one was most certainly going to be even more than that.
It would be the fuck she would never forget.
It would be the fuck that sent her off in hot pursuit of more bondage and discipline every time she wanted to cum.
CHAPTER FOUR
Her face begged him because her mouth was gagged, and could not.
Her body begged him. She writhed for him, and spread her moist pussy lips with the movement of her talented cunt muscles.
She was a virgin, but she responded with the passion of an animal. It was instinct as much as anything else. When this female animal was dominated with bondage and discipline, she responded as any true submissive would. She cried for it.
She used her eyes to beg him for his dick. She wanted him in her cunt.
How was Tony to know that this was her first time? Even if he used his fingers to explore the tender twattie before entry, he wouldn't feel that tightly stretched hymen. The membrane was gone, having been broken in a jog on horseback.
She was gagged with her own damp panties, and she couldn't even plead with him to go slowly and carefully. He was going to take her and she couldn't say a thing. She had to lie there like a tied-up sack of flour and get fucked.
But-she wanted it. Even though she had heard that it would hurt, especially the first time. Even though she knew that Tony's cock was larger than average.
She didn't care if it would hurt. She liked it rough.
Marcia could feel the eyes of Tony's buddies upon her. They were standing in darkness like a half moon of heat. They were hot, and the beams of their eyes bathed her torso in sex heat. She could feel the warmth, and it kept the goose bumps off her skin, even though she was nude in the open air.
Her legs were covered in sheer stockings, and that was all.
She wouldn't have complained of being cold, even if the cool air did get to her. She knew better than to do something foolish like that.
Marcia knew that if she complained of the cold, she would get it good and hot across her bare ass. She'd get it with the strap.
If she wanted to be beaten, she would beg for it.
However, under the circumstances, Marcia couldn't complain or beg. She was a bound and gagged slave girl to her rebel's lusts.
His dork looked awfully dangerous as it approached the moistening lips. He positioned the flaring cockhead at the puffy part of her vulvas.
Then he inserted the bulbous, purplish head into the opening. The lips grasped at the invading prong.
With the steady force of his body, he pushed forward into her. Inch after dangerous inch entered her pink pussy.
She looked down. He still had a lot more dick to give her.
But he fed her slowly, getting her used to an inch at a time.
She took it, moaning through her panty gag. Each time she accepted more. Each time he pressed, she took more of him gladly.
But she didn't know if she could take it all.
It felt like it was stretching her apart. She felt she would break.
But with some gnashed teeth below her gag, she accepted it. Just when she thought that she would pass out from the force of the hot insertion, she gasped below her gag. He had gotten all the way inside of her tender twat.
She felt the head of his dick pressing deeply into her.
Rick's tongue job had really loosened her pussy. It had also stimulated her clitty, which was now red hot and virtually buzzing.
His huge dick slicked in between her bound fingers. It sliced in and out of her hot cuntal pudding, thrashing her at the deepest part, and working her clit with fierce passion.
He was good at swinging a belt. That across her back had already left her with some red marks on her peach flesh, and some lessons learned, too.
The belt made an impact and an imprint on life, literally.
But so did his dick. Marcia's young pussy would always hold the sensations of his fuck stick inside of her. She would feel the vibrations from his dick all the time, and even the sight of a belt or a rope would bring her mind back to this night, and she would feel hot all over again.
She didn't mind at all, because being bound and gagged and fucked until she cried was all part of what she'd always craved.
Some of the elements in her desires had never even been known to her before. She knew of the tip of the iceberg. She knew that she was stimulated sexually by bondage and spanking. But now this stud's dick was tapping previously untapped areas of a vast iceberg which was not cold as ice, but hot as sin.
She was discovering that she wanted and needed to be abused and humiliated in order to experience the ultimate of thrills.
It was something quite fascinating for her to learn. High school might be boring to her, but she could always have her fun after school was through, learning lessons in bondage and discipline from Tony and-the gang.
She even had a secret to be gang-fucked. She hoped that Tony would order his gang members to oblige her pussy in that respect. Only moments earlier she wouldn't have even been able to see that within herself.
She would have denied it, because there is something that told her that only weirdos and perverts engaged in such bizarre sexual practices.
And yet, she was now at a point where it was becoming alright with her to feel that special way. She was proud of the fact that she could take punishment and bondage that would have freaked out her classmates.
Shit, the other kids in her class would have been climbing the walls if they even observed the things she was doing. She was the hottest little bitch at school, and she had become involved with the studs who would teach her how to feel beautiful in her decadence.
They would teach her how to be really twisted, or at least, they would plant the seeds. The seeds would be planted the way a man plants the seeds of sperm into the womb of his sex mate.
Those seeds would be nurtured with loads of gushing orgasms, and with lots of the bondage and discipline which Marcia needed to experience really hot orgasm.
"Mmmmmm," she said through her gag, each time he plunged in all the way.
"Fuck you," he said, as he banged her. "Fuck you."
She started responded to his deep fucking by undulating her inner cunt. The gravy was still dripping. The cock was well-lubricated.
She took the most wonderful first fuck. She started banging back, on her own initiative. It was real for her, spurred on by her sex heat.
Tony liked that, and he encouraged her to really buck her cunt.
"Yeah, fuck back on my joystick. That's it, bitch, really get fucked by fucking yourself.
Yeah, fuck yourself, oh, baby, fuck yourself."
He let his huge dick stick into her. The stuck pig was hog-tied. She squealed under her gag. She rolled around in the dirt for Tony, and he slapped her firm rump cheeks to make her bump faster and bring him to climax.
She also got a few smacks across her back, which was still aching from the strapping he had given her earlier that evening, as she sucked Rick's prick. Her first mouth fucking and her first cunt fucking were laced with the pain of punishment, and the cords of bondage.
The intense sex scene was just so great for her, that she felt herself starting to rumble toward another set of multiples!
When her cunt started convulsing, the clamping action of her snapping pussy triggered Tony's long-awaited blast. His cum ricocheted down her cuntal canal, just as she started reeling on the merry-go-round of her own orgasmic snatch blast.
Rick standing above the fuckers, used his own belt to smack some heat into the naked bottom of pretty Marcia as she reached that point of no return. She was hooked on being bound and whipped.
She needed that to cum.
Marcia never told her girlfriend Norma Smith about what happened to her.
Many of her friends asked what happened, and why she was dragged off from the gymnasium by 'those hoodlums."
They weren't 'hoodlums' as far as Marcia was concerned. She was very protective of them, and kept secret about what actually happened. She told Norma that it was all a joke. They had all planned it as a spoof on the history teacher, Mr. Gold, who was serving as chaperone for the dance.
She told her other friends the same thing. She said it was all a big gag. Some gag! Marcia was the one who got gagged. With her own panties!
She certainly made no mention of the incident to her parents, even though they were the ones who had gotten her interested in the bondage and discipline scene by their own closed door activities.
She kept it all inside of her, and brought forth the image of Tony fucking her while her ass cheeks were stinging from his belt, and while her arms were pinioned at her sides, and her wrists were attached to her ankles with rope and lace.
She was often thinking of all that, and of Tony's voice, at night, as she masturbated herself to sleep. But she never saw Tony again.
When she was finally deemed well-fucked by Tony, he untied her and drove her back home.
She managed to sneak into her room without arousing the suspicion of her parents. They had gone to bed early the night, and they didn't see her tiptoeing in the house, with her beautiful gown all torn and dirty from having rolled around the dirt like a hot little sex pig.
She was hoping that she could get together with Tony again very soon, and maybe even get to feel the gang members doing their things to her while she stayed in the bondage Tony bestowed upon her.
But when she went to the pizza shop the next day, she was informed that Tony had not reported for work that day.
"Ah, well, all the better," she thought to herself. She would have preferred that Tony show his interest by getting in touch with her. She waited for call. She waited and waited.
But she didn't give up hope. She decided finally that he was playing games with her. He wanted her to come to him. She believed that he wanted her to come crawling back for more.
So she washed her golden hair and let it hang free again, after drying it until the waves glossed. She put on her sexiest little outfit. It was cut real low in front, and showed off her little titties. She didn't wear a bra with this outfit, and her teenaged melons filled out the front of the top nicely.
Her fresh little jugs bounced as she walked. Her ripe pussy was barely hidden beneath a tightly-fitted pair of short shorts. She looked so adorable.
Satisfied that she looked all pink and pretty for him, she sashayed down to the pizza parlor one Monday after school. She didn't bring her doggies this time.
But poor Marcia was disappointed to find out that Tony wasn't there.
"He still hasn't come in," said Sal, the older baker who owned the shop.
"Has he called in?" Marcia asked. "Did he say that he was sick, or when he'll be back?"
"No, he hasn't even called. I have a mind to fire him right now for not calling me to let me know. But he's a good worker. I'll take him back, if he ever comes back."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll come back," Marcia replied, as much hopefully as with certainty. "I know he'll come back. He has to."
"I'll tell him that you were looking for him, if you want me to," Sal volunteered.
"Thanks," the pretty girl answered. She thought about it. She thought that she might not want to make him think that she was pursuing him. She didn't want him to know how ardent her young snatch was, or how much her tender, flawless teenaged body was in need of new bondage and discipline.
She decided that it would be best not to leave a message. Perhaps next time, when she checked back in a few days, he would have come back, or asked about her.
But when she returned that Thursday after school, Sal had to tell her that Tony had still not-returned.
"Do you have his address?" she asked. "Do you have his telephone number?"
But the answer was no to both of those questions.
"Tony came in off the street. He told me that he was a high school drop-out, and that he needed work," Sal explained. "I hired him. I've been happy with him, but I knew from the beginning that he was a wanderer. He'll never stay in one place for very long. He's not the type."
"But I want to see him again," Marcia sighed. She still felt the aches he had whipped into her body, but they would soon fade, and she wanted to feel new aches, given to her by Tony.
"Don't worry yourself about it," Sal told her. "There are lots of guys like Tony. He's just a fly-by-night."
But Marcia didn't think that there were others like Tony. No, not like Tony who has tied her and fucked her and beaten her back with his belt.
She hoped that he was still in town, and that they would bump into each other again. Many times, she saw a stud who reminded her of Tony.
Many of the guys she saw, she mistook for Tony on first sight. But it was just her imagination making every hot guy look like Tony to her. Upon closer inspection these other guys were just too squeaky clean and soft.
They wouldn't know how to tie her up. They would make a joke out of domination. She needed Tony, or somebody like him. Perhaps one of the members who followed him around and admired his ways.
And yet, she never came in contact with Rick or any of the other studs who were Tony's cohorts. She just never saw any of them. She was upset, but she had her mind images to hold on to. She had them to stimulate her pussy.
The weeks became months, and the months became years. No Tony. No gang.
But Marcia still fantasized about him, and about the world he introduced her to in the most graphic way. He had given her an experience she would never forget because she had actually participated. She had been the focal point of sexual attention.
Now she was seventeen, going on eighteen. There had been some physical changes in her over the two and a half years since Tony. For one, her young figure had blossomed. She was no longer a pretty girl on the brink of young womanhood.
At seventeen and a half, she was a young woman!
Her breasts retained that perfect uplift, but now they were fuller, and the nipples were more firm. Her hips had filled out, too, giving her a body that guys got hard-ons over. They wanted to take her.
Marcia still wore her hair real long, because she had such beautiful hair. It would have been a shame for her to cut it.
Her high school grades didn't exactly set the world on fire, but her parents were anxious for Marcia to go to college. They each had some college credits, although neither parent had ever completed their college education.
They wanted their daughter to do better than they did. They felt that she could be something more than a secretary. They wanted her to be an intelligent, educated housewife.
And they thought that college would give her the opportunity to be those things. They thought that their daughter might learn to be a teacher.
Marcia applied to several universities, although her heart wasn't really in it. Her mother suggested that Marcia go to school out of town.
"I hate to part with you," Marcia's mother told her, during a female-to-female, heart-to-heart chat one afternoon. "But I trust you. I think that you'll be a good girl, even when you're on your own. You don't need any outside regulations. You know how to control yourself. You don't need anyone telling you what to do."
Marcia thought that her mother might have been overestimating her. She did want outside regulations imposed on her by guys like Tony. She wanted guys like Tony to tell her what to do. She'd do it. They could control her until she orgasmed.
"I think it would be a good idea for you to attend an out of town college," Marcia's mother continued, "because it will give you a chance to live in the dormitory with girls your own age."
Marcia would benefit from some time away from her family. She agreed.
It wasn't easy. Her grades were reason enough for several schools to turn her down. The notations from teachers like Miss Block, the block-headed French teacher, who wrote on Marcia's records that the girl was 'bone lazy' caused her to be rejected by the schools she most favored.
But finally one college took her in. It was a school in Buffalo, New York, where the winters were ice cold and the snow stayed around on the ground until April, and sometimes even May.
Her parents drove her to the school by car. From then on she would take airplanes to return to her home. She signed in, and she had the option of selecting the subjects she wanted to major in, after she had taken the basic courses and had a better feel for what she wanted.
After her parents kissed her goodbye, leaving her trunk full of clothes in the lobby of the dorm, the girl's eyes nearly bugged from the sockets.
Her roommate was a young guy! "I thought that you would be a girl," Marcia gasped.
"Didn't you know that you were in the coed dorm?" the boy asked, after introducing himself as Mark, the guy she would be sleeping with.
"No, of course not. If my parents thought that I'd be sleeping in the same room as you, they never would have let me stay."
"You had a chance to check off which you wanted," the boy named Mark explained.
"Didn't you fill out the papers which asked which you wanted; the all-male, all-female, or coed dorm?"
I filled out so many papers in the past months. So many, I can't begin to tell you," Marcia sighed.
"I know what you mean. I've been applying to as many colleges as would take my application. Each time I had to pay a fee to apply. It ran up to a lot of money. But I was determined to go to college."
She liked his determination. She didn't tell Mark that she was attending college because her parents wanted her to. She didn't tell him that she wasn't paying for her education, her parents were footing the bill. She didn't tell him that she was in many ways, a spoiled little princess, used to having her own way.
Mark helped her bring her trunk up to their room. In the elevator, the roommates decided ' that Marcia must have requested the coed dorm in one of the papers she filled out. She had been so busy, she didn't remember that.
They shared a small room which was equipped with one telephone, two beds, and two desks. There were two dressers for their clothing, two closets, and not much else.
The beds were separated but they were close enough that the two young teenagers, freshmen in college, could see each other when they went to bed each night. They dressed in front of each other, and they undressed in front of each other.
It wasn't easy for Mark to keep from getting a hard-on when he saw Marcia's naked body. Even at night, he thought about crawling into her bed and surprising her with the feel of his firm dick at her behind.
But he never had the nerve to do it. He didn't think that Marcia would get angry, but something kept him from making the move.
She wouldn't have minded at all. In fact, she was hot for the boy.
When she watched him undress, she noticed how full his ball sac was, and how much curly hair he had above his full penis. He was several years older than Tony was at the time she experienced his boner. Mark gave Tony competition in the cock and balls departments.
Nobody could give Marcia serious competition in the areas of tits and ass. She was perfection. She had enough for a guy to sink his teeth into.
The sexual attraction that they had for each other did not interfere with their relationship as roommates. If anything, it served to make their time together more enjoyable, because that part of their relationship had not been made whole as yet. They both knew that it might be coming, but the time hadn't arrived when it would be good for them to get together as lovers.
Besides, as physically attracted to each other as they were, Marcia hesitated in making it sexually with Mark for one good reason. The reason had nothing to with their relationship as roommates.
What stood in her way was the fact that her bondage and discipline sex with Tony had been so intense, she didn't want to start comparing a new lover with the great Tony.
She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to get aroused. She was sure that her pussy wouldn't get gushy. Not unless Mark gave her some of the dominance which she felt from Tony.
One afternoon, when Marcia returned to her room after a morning of classes, she found that Mark had gone off to his classes. It looked as if he had left in a hurry, because he hadn't made his bed, and he had left books and papers all over his desk.
Marcia figured that she would help him out if she made up his bed for him. She thought that he would appreciate such a 'wifely' duty.
When she took hold of the sheets, a magazine fell out. The magazine had been left between the sheets. Marcia took the magazine in her hands. Her hands got wet. The bottom sheet was wet.
Mark had been spewing cum into his sticky sheets while reading this magazine. When Marcia looked at the pages, she felt that funny feeling come over her again.
'My name is Bizarbara,' the magazine read, under the photograph of a voluptuous and savage black beauty who added, 'I'm looking for docile slaves for my school of dominance. I'm into all that is erotic and bizarre, especially bondage. I have an extensive collection of exotic foot coverings like high heeled shoes with spikes and bondage restraints. Sit down at once and write to me. Tell your dominatrix what you need."
Marcia read on. There were numerous ads from numerous men and women who wanted to give and receive bondage and discipline.
'Are you worthy enough to bow and worship my hot stick?' another ad read. Above it was a photograph of a man in a uniform. 'This is my punishment attire. I wear it while you grovel at my feet, and beg for the kiss of my whip. I'll tie you, too, and you'll be my punished little plaything. Young girls, especially.'
Marcia was fascinated. This magazine was filled with male and female dominants. For each of them, there were at least as many male and female submissives. They were all looking to get together for some hot times which included the heat of the paddle and the whip.
Could Mark really have been pulling his pork, while reading the ads for people who wanted slaves to crawl on their knees and kiss ass? Some of the bitches in the photographs seemed to be the kind who could be super-bitches, once the strap started to swing. She bet her submissive little ass he was jerking off to those pictures!
She wondered if he wanted to dominate the dominatrixes, or if he wanted them to be on top of him? She wondered if Mark wanted to lose all of his male chauvinism, or if he wanted to assert it.
'Wanted: True master or couple who really know how to make me wait on them hand and foot. I've made up my mind to accept it all. I've reached the end of my rope. Put me at the end of your rope, and pull me around as if I were your obedient puppy on a leash. Please.' That was another of the ads which Marcia read while her pussy trembled. She wished that she had written it herself.
For the first time, while away on her own at college, the nearly-eighteen-year-old blonde child-woman was discovering that there were more than just a handful of people out there in this world who appreciated the kinky things she desired.
They were into the kinds of things that made Marcia's hot cunny froth.
Her nectar was flowing almost as much as it did on the day she engaged in wild sex outdoors with Tony. She had not only learned that she wasn't alone in her lust for punishment, but she apparently shared the desire with Mark!
Her own roommate, thrown together with her, seemingly by chance, was into the very perversions which delighted her young snatch hole.
It was outrageous. She hoped that they could get together and make the most out of the fact that they were living together in the same small room.
She wondered if she should tell Mark the truth. She wondered if she should tell him that she went to make his bed, and found the magazine between the damp sheets. She would certainly tell him that she was not repulsed.
She would tell him that this was the most fascinating book she had ever picked up. And that would have been the truth!
But she didn't know how he would react. She was afraid that he would be embarrassed. She thought he might accuse her of digging through his private things.
She decided that the best thing for her to do would be to leave the bed exactly as she found it. That way he would be none the wiser.
She, on the other hand, would be wiser, for what she had found. She would have her chance to feel Mark out on the subject, and see just how advanced he was in his desires, and in his practices.
She would see which side of the bread his interests were buttered on. She would tease him, and see if he got riled. She would coax him to beat her, because she needed that to cum.
She thought about buying some of the special straps and punishment whips which were advertised in the back of the magazine. One page was loaded with photos of black whips and special bondage devices. Maybe they could order the bondage equipment together, sharing expenses and sharing pleasures.
Yes, she wanted to try the things out on Mark, or have him try them out on her.
But not yet. She would build up to that.
CHAPTER FIVE
But then he caught her right in the act. There on his sheets was that hot little girl, eighteen-year-old Marcia, with her finger up her frig hole! She was masturbating, or at least stimulating her sticky vulva, while looking at the restraints as photographed for the bondage and discipline magazine.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the boy asked.
Marcia had no excuse. She told the absolute truth.
"I was just trying to straighten up your bed for you. I wasn't doing it for any personal reason. I just thought you might like it if I cleaned up after you a bit," Marcia said, nervously.
"I can clean up after myself, thank you," he answered.
"Well, while I was straightening up the sheets," Marcia shrugged, plowing through the barrier to what she felt she had to say, "I found this magazine."
That was obvious, and that was why Mark was slightly fuming. Smoke wasn't exactly pouring out of his ears, but he felt hot enough under the collar that if smoke began to come from his head, he wouldn't have been surprised.
"I suppose you think that it's sick?" Mark said.
"No, no I don't think it's sick at all," she replied.
"Oh, you're, just saying that," Mark said, refusing to believe her. "Most people don't understand such things. Why should you be any different?"
It would have been easy to tell Marcia that the magazine was a goof, or that it had been planted there as a joke, or that he'd found it in the garbage.
He'd gone through the barrier by speaking of the magazine, and he was prepared to say that lovers of B&D were not sick. He was going to tell her that people who practiced consensual S&M and B&D had found a physical way in which to work out their needs.
These were the needs, to some extent, of most people. Those into the scene of B&D (bondage and discipline) were working it out in the open, more honestly, and probably with greater results and success than those who merely walked around holding in anger all day, or walked around in any other lower state of consciousness.
But none of his speech was required to convince Marcia of any of this. Marcia had learned about forced submission when tied with rope by the studs in the hot rod. She had heard the sounds of such activities with her own ears, even when she was a young girl.
If anything, she was aroused by the magazine. Aroused and fascinated.
She wondered if Mark was into giving the discipline and bondage, or if he was into receiving it. She didn't have to ask, and she didn't have to wait long to find out.
Mark was angry that she had been peeping into his most private collection. He was red-faced and pissed as all hell.
"You see something you dig in there?" he asked, cocking his head, and demanding an answer. "You see some way you'd like to get tied?"
Marcia's heart sank. She had been living in the same room with this guy for a while now, and she never knew that his secret fantasies matched her own. They could put them together, belt to ass, and get it on to perfection.
How easily this stranger who was now her roommate, had fallen into her head. He floated down her fantasies, and was able to give each of her submissive characters a perfect dominant counterpart.
It was heaven, right there on campus, in their very own room. Marcia refused to believe that it had been an accident that had brought them together in such an intimate way. It had to be meant to be that they would get to know one another in so special a way, so soon. They were both sex freaks!
That is not to be taken as a negative statement. What made them freaks is exactly what they both wanted. They were different because their sexual desires were a bit more advanced, and certainly more unique, than the sexual manner of the rest of the population.
After all, the vast majority of people had such dull sex lives. They might use punishment on their spoiled daughters now and again, and that appealed to Marcia, but there was much more to it that that. There was more to why they would Marcia not only enjoyed the bondage and the rough stuff. There was a need for it.
Mark, it suddenly seemed, had the power to assist Marcia in her desire. He had what she needed, and it was in his whip, and in his hand, and in his very core.
"You've been sneaking around in my things, girl, and I don't dig that," Mark said. His usual boyish smile had been replaced by a more serious expression.
Marcia knew exactly how to react. She wasn't of course, putting on an act. She was doing what came naturally when she heard the harshness and the aggression in her roommate's voice.
"I'm sorry, Mark. I didn't mean to do any harm," she apologized.
"No, you don't," Mark replied, trembling and serious.
Mark closed the door to their small room. He locked it from the inside. "Down on the bed," he told her, "after you've stripped off your clothes."
The two had seen each other nude before from time to time, as would be expected, considering the fact that they shared the same room. But this time it was different. This time it was sexual.
Mark unbuckled his belt. Very slowly, he pulled the leather from the loops of his jeans. He held it in his right hand as he ordered Marcia to strip. "This is the second time I've had to tell you. I'm not kidding with you. I said strip!"
Marcia jumped to the task. She was quickly out of her clothes, scant as they were to begin with, and she was nude.
"Now flip through those pages and pick something that interests you," the young boy told her.
"Something that interests me?" Marcia asked. She was still feeling uneasy.
"Yeah, and hurry up. I haven't got all day. I'm hot to give you what you want, and take care of punishing you at the same time."
How interesting for Marcia. She had discovered that her roommate Mark was going to see to it that she behaved, and to that, he would give her discipline when she needed it. That would be his choice.
It would work out fine, because she would be learning new manners all the time, and both of them would be getting their rocks off with the punishments. It would be perfect and it would help their relationship as roommates, no doubt. Marcia, totally nude, flipped through the pages. She came upon the strange bondage equipment which fastened in so many willing and unwilling slaves. Some of the elaborate bondage equipment did not appeal to her. She didn't understand it.
There was so much to it, so many parts, that she didn't want to get involved in such a confusing set of equipment straps and buckles.
Some of the models seemed to be in great pain. That was how tight their bondage was. Others were in pain because they had been made to stay in heavy bondage for long periods of time.
One housewife wrote, for example, 'My husband caught me flirting at a party. It was nothing, really. The guy asked me to dance and I accepted. We got close, and my boobies rubbed into his hard chest. That was when my husband got angry."
The letter continues; 'My husband didn't say anything to me all the way back home in the car. When we pulled into the driveway, he pulled me out of the car by the hair on my head, and stripped my party gown right off my body. He pulled me into the tool shed, and tied my hands up to a beam-like piece which stretched across the top of the little tool shed. The shed itself was just big enough to tie me, strung up, to the ceiling, and still give my husband enough room to swing his whip.
'Yes, he used a buggy whip which we had in the barn. He pulled his arm back, let the thing whistle through the air, and land time and time again on my back. He was really setting my flesh on fire. He whipped me, all the time telling me that he'd better never catch me so much as glancing at another man at a party like that.
'Well, I just hung there and cried. He left me there to think about my woe. When he returned, he asked me if I had learned my lesson. I was still sobbing, and I didn't answer him.
"That was my next mistake,' the letter writer explained. 'When I stayed silent, my husband really blew his stack. He told me that I should have answered his question. He picked up that whip again and flogged me until the blood ran down my back.
'When he came back the next time, you can be sure that I was profuse in my apologies. I was so sorry. I was really crying this time, but my husband cut me down from the ceiling, and picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to bed. I'm alright now, but I haven't looked at another man since."
This letter made Marcia feel very hot. She wanted a guy like Mark to do the same with her. She had been caught, and she wanted Mark to give her what the man in the letter gave his wife. She wanted him to dominate her.
To Marcia's surprise, Mark opened the top drawer of his bureau. Hidden below his socks and underpants, was a thin leather whip. The end tip of each leather strand was tied with a rawhide knot. It would really sting.
"I've been saving this. Late at night, when you were sleeping, I would take it out and look at it under my covers, with the light on under the blanket. I would imagine it flailing across your ass," he told her.
Marcia trembled. She hadn't known that she was living with a sadist. But what was there to be afraid about? She herself had a penchant for punishment. They were a perfect match.
In addition to the leather whip, Mark had a harness which was made of various lengths of leather strap. It fastened around a woman's torso, and intended to try it out on naughty little Marcia, whom he'd caught rummaging through his personal things.
It was the middle of the afternoon and all the other students were at class, or here or there on the campus. Some were studying in the library, others were holding court with friends in the cafeteria, and some even took the day off and did something daring like go the movies.
But in the middle of this day, when both Marcia and Mark were in the room, they would do something that the other students would have considered even more daring than cutting class to go to the movies. They were really going to get down to it. They were going to get into some fun with sex and some punishment with bondage.
"Stand naked in the middle of the room," Mark ordered.
Marcia did as she was told. She had always liked Mark. He had a lot going for him. His personality was winning. His appearance captivated her. Everything about him was nice. He was a good person. A bit ego-oriented, perhaps, but that was probably because he was born under the sign of Aries., the Ram, and that is a sexual, sensual sign, whose followers are often really into themselves.
There's nothing wrong in that, especially when a dominant Aries such as Mark gets teamed up with a submissive like Marcia who is in need of discipline and bondage, and who does everything in her power to create punishment situations for herself.
This time, she didn't even think that she was doing anything wrong. She didn't, think that she would wind up being punished for helping Mark by making his bed. It was going to be a surprise for him, but it turned out to be a surprise for her. She was going to feel his bondage, and his discipline.
Naked in the center of the room as commanded, Marcia awaited her fate. Mark stepped up to her and circled her. His eyes were everywhere on her.
He had seen her naked beauty before, but never had he observed her in this manner. Before it had been furtive glances. He would never glance too long in one spot, and when he gazed at her young vagina, he was afraid that she might catch his stare. He was embarrassed.
But that was all up until now. Now things were different. The cat was out of the bag, so to speak. Marcia had discovered Mark's fetish. And he was going to demonstrate it on her.
He didn't realize that she was as much a girl who loved bondage and discipline, as he was a boy who loved to give it.
So now when he looked her over, he had no shame about his technique. He was the boss, and he made that perfectly obvious. His stare was fixed now. He looked Marcia straight in the eye. He glared at her breasts, which were heaving with excitement.
The erect nipples were pulsing, or so it seemed, bathed in the light from Mark's sharp gaze.
He stared her down, and then he got to that little mound of special flesh. The flesh of her cunt. He had his own fuck-flesh to throw into the warm flesh of her soft cunt. But only after he had loosened her up enough with some discipline and some bondage.
The bondage, especially, was something Mark wanted to use of Marcia. The things he had purchased through the mail-order section of that magazine, were newly arrived, and he was anxious to try them out.
The harness had one special feature to it. The harness fit over the breasts, and body of a female. The lower part of the harness was actually like a corset. It laced up in back, and Mark fit it on Marcia, pulling the cords very tightly.
"Hold your stomach in," Mark told her.
The slim girl took a deep inhalation and held her stomach all the way in. Mark tied the cords of the corset very tightly around her waist, pinching it in to what is called a wasp-waist. It was really small. He had squeezed it to perhaps eighteen inches around. That was tight.
As he tied her in, Marcia noticed that the straps came around her body, criss-crossed around her back, and then swung around her neck. Every piece of the rather elaborate harness was attached to the next. That way, a movement of one area of her body, brought stress and strain to the other areas.
She also noticed that her cuntal area was covered with a crotch covering of leather on the outside. She naturally assumed that the inside was leather also, but when Mark told her that she could breathe out and go back to her normal state of breathing, she suddenly felt a stinging on her cuntal area.
The entire mound of cunt seemed to be being bitten or stung by numerous bees. The stingers were still inside of her.
Her hands had not been tied, so it was natural for Marcia to reach for the newly aching area. She put her hands inside the covering. Between her cuntal folds and the leather cunt covering, were numerous little pins.
The pins were very tiny. They could barely scratch.
However, placed like that, with the little points out and facing the quivering quim of the young college girl, they packed a pain. That was for sure. Any deeper, and there would have been screams. One swift smack by Mark to the area, and poor Marcia would have been bleeding from the young pussy.
Mark laughed. He found it rather comical to see Marcia suffer in her bondage. This was the kind of bondage he enjoyed. He liked seeing the girl helpless because of the way he tied her up.
He knew that she was his bound slave at this point, and that he could do virtually anything to her. She was there, all tied up. He could have raped her. He could have beaten her. He could have done anything, and she would have had to stand there like Joan of Arc on the stake, just waiting for the fire of his fury, sexual and otherwise, to overtake her.
But Mark had enough pleasure simply in the sight. He loved to watch her, because still as she had to stay in order to avoid the piercing little pins inside the cunt piece, she had to stand perfectly still. She was like the nude model in an art class. But no students were painting her. They were not in the room. It was just Marcia, trussed up in black leather with a crotch of pins, and Mark, who got enough of a kick merely looking at the suffering face of Marcia and knowing that he was responsible for making the little whore behave.
"I could have done it with my cock," he said.
"Done what," she whispered, not. wanting to speak so loudly that her cunt would be affected by her breathing. If that happened, she just might feel spikes poking and imploring her flesh. As it was, she remained polite.
"I could have trained you with cock. That would have been your cock to worship, and you would be my body. You would be there for my pleasure. You would be a big hole for my cock, and I'd plunge you until you fucking cried.
"But I like to watch you hurt from bondage," he added.
This was different than her bout with Tony and his gang on the lane some years before. That was rather impromptu, to the extent that the rope was in the glove compartment and the victim, all hot and ready for it, was worked over and was very willing to take bondage using the most simple, everyday items available. The kitchen was a source of supply for him. Everything was for him.
No matter where he looked, he would find something new for his collection of equipment. He met many, many people, and he himself maintained as extensive collection of 'toys' as he called them. He had a good imagination, and used it to think of every 'toy' he could.
He told the amusing story that when his apartment was burglarized (back when he was living by himself for the very first time, the summer he started college), the burglars stole a collection of erotic restraints, dildoes, and other special devices used for those who mixed pleasure and pain.
That was some goof on the robbers who were looking for money, or jewelry, or appliances. All they got away with were some torture instruments which they figured .were good enough to steal, if nothing else. Mark missed that.
But he didn't want to dwell in the past. He didn't even want to plan for the future, because he believed that while he had long-range plans formulated in his mind, he was doing alright with his many New York contacts.
All he wanted was to live for the very moment. That very moment his desire was clear. He wanted to make Marcia his new secret sex slave. He wanted to give her a taste of what was coming for her.
He stood opposite and gave Marcia a strong hug."
She responded, and put her arms around him. She held on tight, and pressed her flesh into his flesh.
Her biggish breasts sank into his hard chest, and it felt very good. But when her cunt pressed into the bulge at the front of his pants, it was Marcia who felt the pressure. Those inner pins were digging into her cunt flesh. She wanted him very badly. She was waiting for the guy who would take over where Tony had left off. She was waiting for a new teacher to show her the ropes.
She was ready for it. Perhaps in the time since Tony virtually raped her, while she was bound, in the dank carpet of overgrown floor in the bushes of the park, she had not been ready for the successively heavily bondage that would be coming her way.
Now she was more than ready. The wait between Tony and Mark was not an unhappy one. It had only shown her that she wasn't under the influence of a passing fancy when she dreamed up the situation of being with Mark now under these conditions. She still had the desire to be dominated within her. She needed more.
Mark was ready to give it to her. That was why he had her up against him, and that was why he started to encourage the undulation of her gentle pussy against the inner pins.
He could tell by the expression on Marcia's face, and by the orgasmic rasps and groans which seemed to come from her very depths, that she was sexually hot, and that punishment of this sort, with the pins sticking into her young cunt flesh, was a delight with his hard body egging her on.
"Hurt your cunt as you writhe for me," Mark told her. "Devirginize yourself with the pins of my torture device. I didn't send for this in the mail. I saw it advertised in the sex paper, and I figured that I could make one of my own."
as that why you asked me my measurements, not long ago?" she asked.
Mark blushed a bit, but not enough to blow his stud image.
"Yeah, that's right. We had to make some kind of wearing apparel out of leather in shop class. Most of the people made purses or carrying case, even though you don't really wear them. Others made wrist bands, or vests. One actually made a bra, and I made the harness. The pins inside were my idea just for you."
Marcia could feel the pins biting ever-so-gently at her cunt. It was the kind of pain that if she dared to wear the special garment out under clothes at any time, she would constantly be aware of her pussy.
The little pins would scratch the delicate outer lips red as she walked. People might even notice that she was walking funny with those special things tucked between her legs.
Oh, well, there she was again. She was being given orders again, this time from a New York toughie-punk who knew what he wanted from a chick. He wanted obedience, among other things. That was all Marcia needed to hear.
He had her stand in the middle of the room.
"Do you know why I'm going to have to punish you?" he asked her.
"I guess that you didn't like the way I poked through your belongings. When I saw them, I should have let them drop back out of my hands. But I was so curious. I was just so curious."
"Good answer," he told her. "But next time be more direct. You know when you did wrong, and you should be able to tell me. Sure, I'll punish you and take away your guilt. I'll make sure that you won't ever forget it. But we don't need to hear the 'maybe' or 'guess so'. You know all the answers. You know why you're being punished and you're going to take it."
Standing there in her harness, she answered the other questions she was presented. He kept asking her to raise her voice, and really shout her answers about how she wanted to be punished and placed in bondage.
Then he took that long, coiled whip. It was like a snake, and it curled around, and then he swung it. He swung it again and again.
He swung it until it beat her bottom the way she yearned for it to.
He never hit her very hard. She certainly got it hard enough to feel the sting, and sometimes he gave it to her even harder than that, leaving the bite of a red welt, especially where the knot of the whip tip dug into her.
He just wanted to build up slowly, striking every inch of her flesh that was not covered by the harness.
Once he had her entire body stinging, although stinging slightly, from the punishing whip, he talked to her some more, telling her that he was going to give her more of a beating, but a special one this time. It was something he had wanted to do since ordering and receiving the special harness.
He told her that he didn't know who he would use it on, but now he had the perfect partner. Marcia!
He stood in front of her and removed his own clothes. Marcia was breathing very heavily. She could feel her heart pounding like hot jungle drums.
He had a boner, sticking way out, and curving up. It looked hot, and it meant that he was sexually aroused by what he was about to do with her. He was going to give her more of the thong of the whip, but this time his target was her pussy.
Swack! The knotted end of the whip landed squarely on her covered cunt. She wasn't really protected by the leather, because inside, the pins were pressing into her. Swack! Swack! Twice more the whip whistled through the air and each time the whip hit the leather front, the impact of it caused the pins to dig into the soft, fresh pussy flesh.
Marcia was not tied to the spot. That would have been awful for her, because she would have been totally unable to avoid the blows if her hands or feet were fastened to the ground, or something like that. But as it was, the fact that her hands and feet were loose, did not help matters much.
She didn't dare run away from the whip. Mark would catch up with her if she tried that and he would beat the shit of her. She couldn't use her hands to protect herself, because Mark would have whipped her right across her hands.
So she had to stay in place out of her own will, and she found that if she tried to move her cunt out of the way of the swinging whip, she wouldn't feel too great. The pins would stick her even deeper if she moved her pelvic region.
As a result, she stood as still as she could, waiting for the man to give her the whipping on her front. Oh, it really hurt her, and she took it all, as much as she hated the stinging of the nasty little pins in her cuntal flesh.
Whack, whack. She was hit with the whip and it hurt her delicate snatch.
She stood there. She couldn't turn away. She would have been rewarded with heavier whipping and severe stinging of her cuntal membranes by the pins.
She was a true slave, and not an entirely unwilling one. She stood there and took it because she had been too curious in looking through Mark's hidden magazine. She took it because she had little choice but to do so.
He worked her over until the tears streamed down her face. She was crying, not even out of pain, as much as out of the intensity of the entire situation. It was very intense, and she was beside herself with desire for it.
What Tony had introduced to her. Mark was now continuing.
And to think, it was all happening in the very room they had shared for a while. They had been like brother and sister, and now they were fuckers.
Or at least, that was next. After it was obvious that Mark's desire to give bondage and discipline was sincere, and Marcia's desire to take it was equally as real, they took a break for some fucking.
Mark loved to fuck. This was something that Marcia didn't know. She knew that her roommate had dates. He went out to all the beer blasts and college dances. He didn't belong to any of the campus fraternities or clubs, because he was a loner, and he didn't enjoy group activity all that much.
He never found a group that he felt really comfortable in, and if he was to find a group where the other members were so like him, he would probably have been bored.
Now he wasn't bored. This was something he loved to do. He got his sexual kicks by using some punishment before getting into sex. In this case, Marcia had been a bad girl, as far as Mark was concerned, and it made it all the better. It was all the more real. And it gave him all the more reason to punish the girl before sticking her with his large, ripe prick.
After she'd had enough of his whip and his lecture, and after she admitted that she was just a whore hole, waiting to get fucked, she was told that she was going to get a wonderful fuck.
Mark undid the clasps at the sides of the frontal piece which was lined with pins on the inside. When the piece fell away, her juicing little cunt was in full view. The creamy lips of the twat were specked with red.
There was no blood. Only the little red indentations from the blunt pins remained. It was minor, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt her. In fact, her entire outer cunt was blazing with the pain he had whipped into her.
"All the better to fuck you with," Mark rasped. "Now get down in that bed I caught you rummaging through."
Mark was going to fuck Marcia on his own bed. It was right there in the dorm. The walls were thin, and sounds could be heard from the hallway. Marcia was afraid that someone might overhear as they stood near the door, waiting for the elevator, or merely passing through the corridor.
But then she remembered how she had heard the sexual S&M of her parents so many years ago. It had influenced her entire sex life, and Marcia really didn't mind doing what she most wanted to do. If other people heard the goings-on, that was for them to cope with.
If they got turned on, all the better. If they were turned off, that was their right. They just didn't know what they were missing.
For Marcia, this was another time that she realized that the combination of being bound, whipped, and fucked, was the greatest combination she could possibly imagine. She wanted it. All of it. More!
Mark had her go into his bed. Even that was a thrill. Her body, now free of the harness, was picking up feeling from every part of the room. She was completely open. The whipping had by no means whipped her raw, and yet the outermost layer of protective flesh seemed to be much thinner, and she was able to sense all about a person, all about the still damp sheets which Mark had jerked off in, and slept in many nights.
She could smell the faint, but definite scent which lingered in the sheets, of Mark's sweat. He hadn't washed the sheets for several weeks.
She felt very much a part of that bed. She had been caught in association with that bed, and her susceptible body rubbed and writhed, up and down and all around the dank bed sheets. She set them on fire with the heat of her whipped body.
While the other students went about their ways, Marcia and Mark did their thing in the mid-afternoon. It was a very nice day, with the sun streaming in, but they didn't want to go out. They wanted to stay in bed and fuck.
Mark climbed on top of her. His large dick was up, and she took it in her hands and held it. It was warm. It was big. She was hot for it.
He poked it between her legs. He didn't aim for her cunt, as yet. He just wanted her to feel the oversized prong sliding back and forth between her legs. She could almost imagine what it would feel like to feel that friction in her cunt.
She could almost imagine, but her imagination would never be like the real thing. The real thing was really going to hurt and hurt good. He was going to show her way they called him 'Mark the fucker.' He was going to live up to his reputation as a stud and give her a great fucking.
He pushed her legs up so that he could get at her snatch. His fingers kneaded the tender cunt flesh. The supple, spongy flesh was sore from the harness. He liked that. She liked it too.
He looked straight at her, into her eyes. His face was handsome, and although she wanted to look away, or close her eyes as he entered her, she managed to keep her eyes open and watch his face as he stuck his cock into her pussy.
As his dick entered the warm cuntal pudding of her inner pudding, his mouth opened and his head reared back. His eyes closed for a moment. It was really warm and sticky inside there. It was just the way this stud liked it.
She had a fairly tight hole, having been fucked very, very seldom. She was barely eighteen-years-old. She worked her cunt muscles to give him a thrill. The outer flesh of her cunt, the lips, were hurting from the disciplining in the harness, but the inner cunt still had enough power to it.
"Make that inside cunt feel as good as the outside," he told her, knowing that she loved the pain of the pins on her cunt lips. He knew also that when she though about this at a later time, it would be the discipline and the pins in the cunt which would stick in her memory as much as anything else.
But his fuck was unforgettable, too. He watched her face as he entered her, and she had to clench her teeth and moan and sigh, and close her eyes tightly as his monstrous mauler entered like a silent battle ship plunging slowly in.
He was going to do battle in her cunt. And he was going to explode in a cloud of wet hot cum. He was going to saturate her.
But he loved to fuck for hours, and he wasn't about to cum so quickly. There was plenty of time. They were roommates, and nobody would be bothering them.
"Relax," he told her. "Really open it up big for me. Come on little punished girl. Take it all the way for your man. Take it all the way."
He pressed forward, and then he began his fuck motions. He didn't plow in and out the way Tony had done. Mark had his own special strokes, and he used them until he had this bitch crying.
Mark's smooth stomach was well-muscled. Marcia had always assumed that he exercised it. She had never seen him lifting weights or doing push-ups or sit-ups, or going to the gym, or anything like that. But she was about to learn why he had such developed stomach muscles and how he kept them in shape.
Fucking! That was answer. He had one movement in which he embedded his long dick deeply into her cunt. Then he set his stomach and entire lower torso into a movement just like the high speed of an electric mixmaster.
He mixed her cunt up but good with that movement.
Then, when Marcia thought that the motion of his dick might make her cum, he stopped.
"I'm gonna drill you now," he told her. He started to make slow circular movements which moved in along one side of her cunt and circled up the other.
It was indeed a drill. A slow, fat drill, which opened her up, and prepared her for the heavy plunging he next delivered to her.
The ravaged little snatch took it all. He had told her that he was going to open up the inside of her cunt and make it hurt the way the outside did.
He fucked her and fucked her. She was moaning for hours on end. He kept up the various fuck strokes for all that time, pausing only to keep from cumming when he felt himself getting near.
Finally Marcia begged for a short rest before continuing.
"It's great," she sighed, sincerely. "But you're tearing me apart. I need some rest before starting up again."
He was fair, and he agreed. When he pulled his cock out, it was full of cunt goo. The female fluid was mixed with red. She had been fucked so hard and so deep, she was bleeding. But it was nothing serious. It just meant that she had really been fucked.
Her cunt was aching. His dick was still throbbing.
He had a bottle of wine which he had been saving for a special time. This was as special a time as any. They had a very small refrigerator in their room, and all that was in it at the moment were some flowers Marcia had been saving, the wine, and ice to put in the wine.
They sat on Mark's bed as they sipped their wine and talked more about what Marcia had been punished for.
It was the magazine with all the swinger ads. These people were into bondage and discipline. So was Marcia. So was Mark.
"Do you think we could all get together?" Marcia asked.
"You mean, answer one of the ads, and see what happens?" the boy asked, all for adventure.
"Yes, that's what I mean," Marcia grinned.
Marcia was an Aries, a very daring sign. Mark was also an Aries. Together, they could burn each out because they were both romantic, sensual, and very intense. But for now, the combination worked just fine. They seemed to be heading toward bigger things. He was very much like her in many ways. They were both sexual and daring, and good fuckers.
And she was a submissive who wanted to be bound and whipped and fucked.
He was a dominant, who wanted to bind a girl, whip her, and make her cum with the power of his banging dick; a dick so powerful it left aches and some blood mixed in the cum which he churned to cream with the power of his fuck stroke.
And they wanted to get into sex with others who were into their scene.
It was outrageous and getting bigger and better every moment!
CHAPTER SIX
The two young tuckers scanned the pages of the sex magazine. There were many people who were looking for partners. It was for Marcia and Mark to decide who would be best for them.
"I was aggressive with you," Mark admitted, "but that doesn't mean that I don't get off on being the slave of somebody, too."
"Really?" Marcia said. She had never heard of a person being both dominant and submissive. Tony had only been a top man. Her fantasies all placed her as the slave. But now Mark was telling her that he liked to play on both ends of the whip.
"You mean, the things you did to me, the bondage and everything, you would have done to you?" Marcia asked.
"With the right person. Not you, of course," he told her.
Marcia felt hurt by that remark. Why couldn't she do it? They lived together, and they cared for each other. He had tied her in a harness and worked her over with a whip. Why couldn't the tables be turned?
He could see that she was upset, if only slightly. He realized that she might have been offended by his statement that he would get taken care of by a dominant female, but that she wasn't the one.
"Look, it's not that I wouldn't want it from you," he told her, "but it's not something that you do so easily. It has to be learned. It has to be studied."
Marcia could understand that. She felt that somebody like Tony had that sadistic streak inside of him. It was easy for Tony to channel that energy into his sex play and sex punishments.
But she also realized that there should be an apprenticeship before one can set out and take the life of another in his hands. Their must be an empathy and an understanding for what the other person is going through.
There must be innate skill, but the craft must be mastered.
In a way, it was like painting. Some are born with the talent. But it rarely works when paint is thrown on the canvas by the aspiring, but ignorant artist. He must study and learn his craft first. He must know which paints to use. He should go to museums and study the masters.
The same goes for almost everything. Would Marcia allow someone to cut her beautiful, long hair, simply because the person wanted to? No! She would want to go to someone she could trust. She would want someone who was studied in the area, and had practiced.
Marcia had some understanding of bondage and discipline from her own experience. She knew about certain elements of it from having been in that position herself. That was certainly a start, and a good start, too.
But there was much more that she would have to learn before she could set out on the road of bondage and discipline. If she tied a knot around Mark's wrist with rope, would she be able to untie him so quickly? That was to be considered.
Mark pointed out that he had been a boy scout when he was a kid, and that he learned all about rope tying and knotting. It was just as important to be able to quickly untie knots from bondage victims, as it was important to tie those same knots with confidence and security.
There was much for Marcia to learn, if she ever wanted to try giving bondage and discipline in addition to receiving it.
Together, the two looked through the magazine to find someone who might give them both a session. Some of the people lived too far away. Some seemed too heavy, or heavy-handed. Others, too light, or light-headed.
Finally, they came across an ad which interested them both.
It was placed by-a woman of the age of twenty-nine, several years older than Marcia or Mark. She described herself as a redheaded dominatrix. She wrote that she liked to see her slaves down on their knees, worshipping her feet.
He was seen in an accompanying photograph, wearing black fish net stockings and a lace bra. The bra was overstuffed, to say the least. She was busting out of the top of it.
Mark liked that. Marcia, who was blooming in all departments, still had a way to go before she would ever be as busty as the woman in the photograph. Sabrina was the name of this dominatrix.
Sabrina was quite a sight in that picture in those black net stockings and spiked heels. 'Let me sink my heels into your chest,' her ad read. 'Then we can talk business. I know what you want, and I know how to give it to you."
It was the most intriguing of the ads, because the location given was just outside of the college community. Sabrina was a hot-looking woman, and she added at the bottom of her notations; 'beginners welcome if interest is sincere. Limits respected, for the first time, at least."
It was all rather interesting for the two young experimenters. Neither had extensive experience in the area, but both had keen interest and some hot experience which started them off.
They sat down at Mark's desk and sent off a letter to Sabrina. They told the dominatrix that they were a young college couple, without much money (payment seemed that it might be part of the deal), and that they were genuinely interested in what she had to offer.
They both included their qualifications and experiences. Mark mentioned that he had purchased some items, like a whip, through the mail, and that he had made some things of his own. He wanted to show Sabrina that he was creative when it came to discipline. He wrote about the cunt pouch with pins, and how he had used it on young Marcia.
As for Marcia, she gave her history. She told about her first experiences which combined sex and pain at her parents door. She told of being held captive by the leader of a gang. She told about how he tied her hands and feet, and had his buddy fuck her face and eat her cunt before giving her over to him.
They decided to include their telephone number at the dorm, thinking that Sabrina would sooner give them a call than sit down and write them an invitation to come and get together".
"We've got nothing to lose," Mark shrugged, as they put the letter in the campus mailbox. Marcia gave the envelope a smacking kiss for good luck.
Then, all they had to do was wait.
At first they were so anxious to find the results, that they checked the mailbox in the dorm every day for the response from Sabrina.
Every time one of them put the little mailbox key into the mailbox, there was hope and expectation. But, it seemed that their hoping was in vain. The letter didn't arrive.
After about two weeks of waiting and wishing, they just about gave up.
"Maybe the whole thing was a hoax," Marcia suggested in disgust.
"Or maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Maybe it's best that she didn't answer us," Mark said.
They occupied themselves by delving into new experiments in bondage and discipline. Sometimes, when Marcia arrived back from class, she would see a note on the floor. She would pick it up, read it, and feel that strange tingling filling her up.
The notes would be from her roommate, Mark. They would be explicit. One note read: Take off your clothes. Read no further. Just take off your clothes. Then return to this page.
Marcia was curious. She wanted to read the note all the way. But she didn't dare go against the instruction she was given. This note was obviously the beginning of a discipline session, and from the time she picked the page up off the floor, she was a consenting slave. She knew that from that moment on, she would have to obey the rules.
So she stripped her clothes off her beautiful frame. Her naked limbs were trembling slightly. Her full posterior was marked just a little bit from earlier sessions with Mark. He used a thin switch of twigs across her naked buttocks, and the white flesh was striped with thin red weals.
Naked, her firm nipples sticking out from the globes of her young breasts as she quickly bent over to retrieve the note, she read with interest. The rest of the letter told her to lie on her bed with her bottom raised high for punishment. It went into detail, telling her that she should have her legs parted so that her hot little cunny was peeking through from between the globes of ass flesh.
Mark was going to punish her when he got back, and he was going to beat her ass while watching the moistening of her young cunny.
She did as she was told, and waited for Mark to return.
Mark soon returned to the room. He hadn't forgotten about the note he had left for Marcia, and in fact, he had a hard-on all day long, just thinking about it.
He could hardly keep his mind on his work in class. He felt his dick growing and pulsing. He pushed it against his pants, making the material strain.
He was imagining how good it would feel to smack some discipline into Marcia's behind, especially if he tied her down first. That would really make the kick tremendous. She would be so upset. He would love to see her try to kick her way out of the situation, knowing full well that she would be helpless. Her ass was his, especially once she was tied down the way he planned.
He had picked up some thin link chain. The chain would perfect because there would no way that she could break those links, once he fastened the chain to her wrists, her ankles or her waist.
Yes, that was it. He decided that he would wrap the link chain all the way around her slim waist, and tie her to the bed that way.
When he opened the door to his room in the dorm, he found Marcia, obediently lying face, down on the bed. She was naked, as she had been directed. Her full ass was sticking up, and her smooth legs were parted enough to afford a peek between the fleshy globes. There, her pink cunt was showing wetly.
Even the golden pubic hairs were wet with cunt dew!
Her breasts were pressed down into the sheets, and her head was buried in the pillow. She kept her face buried in the pillow, because she knew that once Mark started whipping her, she might want to cry out.
Many times Mark had warned her that crying out would not be tolerated. It was too dangerous, because they were living in such close quarters with so many other students. The other students wouldn't understand why he was beating her, or why she was crying like that.
So, again like the obedient little slave girl she was to Mark, Marcia buried her head in the soft pillow. When the blows would start to come down on her behind, she would probably close her eyes tightly and bite into the pillow to keep from letting out those cries of ecstasy and agony.
Agony and ecstasy mingled together for Marcia during these beatings. She knew that her cries would be muffled. She wasn't scared. She knew that this was pleasure and pain, for she needed the two to be happy. She couldn't take just the pain without the pleasure. And without some pain, there would be no pleasure for her.
Some people might have called her twisted, if they knew about the secret things only Mark knew about her. But she was the one who was happy when she experienced pleasure and pain together, and that was all that mattered.
She held her ass up even higher when she heard the door open and Mark came into the room. She arched her smooth back to raise her ass high.
"I've got a surprise for you," Mark told her.
She heard his voice. The surprise might have been anything. Maybe he wasn't alone. Maybe Sabrina the dominatrix had answered the letter and was in the room with Mark, staring down at Marcia's full ass.
It could have been anything, but Marcia had previously been instructed by Mark to keep her head in the pillow. It was going to be a surprise and that was part of the thrill. She wasn't supposed to know what was coming.
"What you don't know, won't hurt you," Mark said, repeating the old phrase. Then he laughed. In this instance, what Marcia didn't know, because she didn't see it, might hurt her!
Then she felt the chain being placed around her waist. The links were cold on her skin at first, and she jumped. But with some pressure from Mark's strong hands, she returned to her place, face down, ass up, on the bed.
The bed was pulled enough away from the wail for Mark to be able to get around all the sides of it. He started on one side, pulled the chain Over the naked waist of his beautiful prey, and fastened the chain to the other side of the bed.
She was bound by the waist to the bed. The chain became warm when her flesh heated the links. She stayed on the bed with her head in the pillow. She waited for what was to come next.
Sometimes Mark just let her wait. He sat on a chair and watched her naked butt. He started that way this time, lighting up a cigarette while he watched her tremble in anticipation.
He could see the goose bumps well up on her ass when he blew his breath from his mouth over her body. He got a kick out of that. He could see the very tiny little hairs around her cunny sort of stand up on end as she waited in expectation of absolutely anything. That was part of the scene, as much as the note had been.
If she was to be a proper slave girl, she would have to obey all the rules, and participate in all the parts of the session. The wait was important.
It got her all ready. It made her cunt moist. She never knew when he was going to start beating her with a fury.
Mark flicked the ash from his cigarette on Marcia's ass. It landed, giving her a slight little sting, sort of a 'smarting' feeling. The ash sizzled, leaving no burn or injury. It was just enough to make her nerve endings stand up and take notice. Her spine was alive with shivers of anticipation.
Mark had more than one strand of chain. He had another strand, and he decided to spank Marcia's ass with it.
He knew that he would have to be careful about how he let this chain land on her body. It wouldn't be cool to let the chain crack against a bone. It had to land on the soft cushion of her rump.
If applied over and over to her bare ass cheeks, it would leave an ache. It wouldn't show up very much in terms of marks, at least not right away. However, the next morning she might find some heavy bruises coming up from below the surface of her skin. This chain landed hard and did its work down deep.
No, she shouldn't be surprised to find purple welts forming, but not the first day. It would take time, and it would take several strokes of the chain in the same place to make that kind of impression on her.
With her head buried in the pillow, all Marcia knew was darkness. She waited for whatever was to come for her.
Thwack! That chain came down heavy. Twack! Twack! Again, and again, Mark brought the link chain down on her tender ass. It actually sank into the flesh of her ass. The links of this chain were really made hot by the heat of his beating.
Marcia tried to struggle. She tried to get her ass out of the line of fire. It was impossible. Mark laughed.
"Wiggle and wriggle all you want," he said. "The same chain that is whipping your ass, is fastening you to the bed. You can kick and pound, but you won't get away." He accentuated his words with two more strokes of the chain.
It was interesting for Marcia to be beaten with the strap that was securing her in bondage. It was something new.
Mark didn't swing the chain with all of his might. That would have been dangerous. He didn't want to injure her so badly that he wouldn't have a model to work on the next time he got horny and wanted to lay some punishment into her.
But then again, he didn't go lightly either. There would have been no purpose in that. He wasn't doing this for play. It was for pleasure, but it wasn't make-believe by any means. It was all real, and he wanted her to feel it.
He wanted her to feel it as the chain slapped her ass, and he wanted her to feel the aches after the beating was over.
He also wanted her to remember the bondage he had put on her. He decided that he was going to force her to wear the chain around her waist and keep it there all day, under her clothes.
He would be forced to attend classes and participate in all of her regular daily routines. The only difference would be that she would be wearing his heavy chain around her waist as a reminder that she was his slave girl.
Nobody else would know. It would be their special secret.
Marcia was glad that she wasn't taking a gym class this semester. If she had to go swimming with that heavy chain around her, she would probably die of embarrassment, if the weight of the chain didn't pull her down first.
For the time being he just beat her with the chain, striking the same areas over and over again. Each time the chain landed on her full ass, it sank into the flesh, giving her a deep, dull throbbing.
Both sides were given a lot of attention, assuring that she wouldn't be sitting too easily, for a while, at least.
Also, it was good that that she didn't have gym that year for another reason. Even if Mark didn't force her to wear chains, she would still bear his bruises. In the shower, before going into the swimming pool, surely everyone would see.
They would guess that Mark earned his name.
He gave her marks across the tail!
"You left the room in a state of disorder," Mark told her, as he punished her for it. Marcia and he both knew that the sloppy room was an excuse for the punishment he really wanted to give her. But, at the same time, it was a good excuse.
The room had been left in poor order. It needed to be swept, and Marcia's desk was so overloaded with papers and books, it was a wonder she ever found a thing. She claimed that if she straightened her desk up, then she would really be at a loss. She claimed that she liked a messy desk.
But Mark was giving the orders here, not because he was male and she was female, but because she had expressed her desire to be dominated, and Mark was a dominant young man.
But he was flexible, also. He wanted to explore other avenues. As he walloped Marcia's behind with the chain, he heard a knocking at the door.
At first he didn't want to answer it. He was very busy and involved., Besides, he couldn't exactly let anybody in the room when Marcia was naked, her ass red, her body chained for discipline from the chain he held in his hand.
However, the knocking persisted. Whoever was out there had clear intentions of getting inside the room. That was obvious.
"Well, maybe it's somebody complaining about the noise," he thought. He was a little bit paranoid about that, because the clank of the chain in soft flesh of a round ass, was barely audible. As for Marcia's cries and sighs and moans and beggings, they were all muffled in her pillow.
Mark threw a blanket over Marcia's naked body.
"This ought to give you a rest period." he told her. "If anybody from the outside wants to come in, I'll tell him that you're sleeping," Mark added.
Marcia started to snore loudly.
"Cut it out," he cautioned. "Anybody would know that that wasn't a real snore."
Marcia actually acted as if she was asleep. With the blanket up over her naked torso, she looked the part.
Mark opened the door. He was flabbergasted.
There in front of him was one of the tallest, most exotic-looking creatures he had ever seen in his life. She was amazing. She was phenomenal.
She handed Mark her card. "I am Sabrina," she announced.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sabrina stood over six feet tall. She was wearing black boots with six inch heels, and this made her seem a good half foot taller than her Amazonian proportions of six feet in stocking feet.
As she stood in the doorway, and Mark stared up at her, he couldn't help wonder how this amazing woman had gotten into the building without causing a riot. As it happened, there was quite a clamor when she stepped into the building. She was eye-catching, to say the very least.
Her body was in perfect proportion, except that everything about her seemed larger than life. Her face was like a jungle cat's. Her eyes were almond-shaped, and very green. Olive green. Her skin was rich and tan, and blushed with a scarlet that was glowing in the semi-darkened room.
Her cheekbones were very high, giving her the look of a sculptured head. Her hair was blonde, Scandinavian blonde, which is very pale. It was pulled straight back from her forehead.
Her lips were rather thin, and perfectly formed. They looked like the cupid's bow lips worn by silent film stars in the nineteen twenties, and thirties. She was dressed in an interesting and unusual, and eye-catching manner.
Her long legs were encased in tight-fitting slacks. The slacks were so tight, every curve and cleft and crevice of her cunt and ass were there to be seen by the naked eye, through the skintight slacks.
The material of the slacks was gold lame. It was most popular in the nineteen forties and fifties, but seldom seen in the more recent past. They hugged her torso like a second skin, giving way only to the high heeled boots.
She used a whip around her waist as a belt. The whip was tied in the center, where a buckle would ordinarily be. Mark assumed that her whip was practical, not only for keeping her pants on (they looked like they were sprayed on with spray paint, and there seemed little doubt that they could have walked away by themselves, they were so molded to her fabulous form) but for whipping as well.
So below she had the boots and the gold slacks. On top, she wore a satin blouse which exposed her full knockers. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her jugs were huge, and they bounced about in her top as she shifted her weight from side to side.
Around her neck was the string of a black cape which flowed out behind her like the cape of a female Dracula.
"So you are Sabrina," Mark stammered, looking up into her face, which bore no smile. She was breathtakingly beautiful, but seemed cold as marble in her expression.
Marcia had not moved since Mark had gone to the door. Marcia continued to pretend that she was sleeping, until she heard Mark mention the name Sabrina.
Sabrina had not only answered their letter, but she had come by for a special visit. Marcia was excited. Her cunny, naked under the blanket, began to stick up with female fuck fluids. She was wetting up the bed.
Marcia didn't dare look up, as much as she wanted to. But she was hit in the nostrils by "the strange, heady perfume which permeated the room so suddenly. It was the scent of Sabrina, and the exotic dominatrix had mixed that perfume herself from a combination of very unusual substances.
"I was impressed with your letter," Sabrina said. "You put your return address on the envelope. I was nearby, and I thought it would be easier to stop by and see you. It's better than handling such things over the telephone."
Sabrina was straight to the point. She was a dominatrix who knew what she wanted. She was looking for young flesh to dominate. She had nothing to lose by stopping in at the college and giving the twosome a taste of her style.
Mark was very glad that Sabrina had happened by at that very moment. He was so happy, he was beaming.
He walked over to the bed on which Marcia was positioned. When he had closed the door behind Sabrina, he grabbed the blanket which was covering Marcia.
He should have the rolling of drums behind him. All of a sudden, he pulled the blanket up off Marcia's body. There was this naked girl, chained to the bed. Her ass globes were sore and throbbing.
Mark stood back genuinely pleased. He couldn't have had it work out better if the whole thing had been planned. Even Sabrina seemed to be impressed.
"You really are serious, aren't you?" she said. "I've had plenty of letters from slaves who beg me to punish them. Even on the telephone they moan and groan and beg for my special abuse. Much begging, but when I finally get to see them, they are scared, or they say that they really didn't want it that hard. It's all fantasy for them."
"It's real for us," Mark beamed.
"I can see that," Sabrina commented. "And the tail on that one is most alluring. No wonder you are moved to beat the mess out of it."
Sabrina took the liberty of kneading the fleshy ass globes. She then ran her long fingernails down the girl's ass globes. Sabrina didn't attempt to dig her nails in deeply. She just wanted to run her nails over the flesh enough to make an impression. It didn't take much for the pain to be felt, since the swollen ass globes had been worked on with the chain.
"Let me show you what else can be done with that chain," Sabrina declared.
Mark handed over the chain which he had used to smack Marcia. He handed it over willingly, since he wanted to give Sabrina a chance to demonstrate her unique and practiced skills.
"Have you any lubricant?" Sabrina asked. Her voice was deep and husky. It was a sultry voice, and it had the potential to be commanding, too.
"I have some hair gel," Mark said. He had run out of other lubrications, and he didn't keep a stock of new stuff since he tended to use spit when he fucked. Aside from Marcia's face creams, the hair gel was all that was available.
"That will do nicely," Sabrina said, taking the tube and squirting out a glob of the gel into her hand and rubbing her fingers with it.
"It has a particular smell to it," Sabrina said of the hair gel. "Combined as it is doing with my perfume, it will create a scent which this disciplined girl shall never forget."
Sure enough, the perfume of Sabrina (which was, in some part, made from her cuntal fluids) mixed with the hair gel to form a weird aroma which penetrated Marcia's nostrils as it burned the area to which it was applied.
Sabrina had found the girl's young cunt, poking from between her legs. She dabbed some of the gel inside the opening of the cunt hole, and she smoothed the rest of the excess gel on the lips of the outer cunt.
"Now here is what I like to do with chain," she said. She wrapped the chain-around her fingers, and coated the metal links with the gel. Then she inserted this special chain fuck stick into Marcia's cunt.
"Get fucked," Sabrina snarled. "Get fucked with the chain that binds you."
Sabrina forced the chain inside the tender cunt, a little bit at a time. She twisted it slowly, and the hard links scraped against the soft walls of Marcia's cuntal flesh. "Take it," Sabrina moaned.
Sabrina was into her work. She twisted that chain up in Marcia's cunt hole. She worked as much of the chain into the ass as possible. When the ass was really full, really plugged, she let her fingers slide out while the coiled chain remained inside the cunt hole of young Marcia.
The chain was around Marcia's waist, holding her down on the bed, and more chain was plugging her up, making her feel really full. She felt as if she should shit out that hard chain, but she knew that she had better hold it all in.
"Don't worry," Marcia told herself. "Nothing will happen to you. Sabrina is an experienced disciplinarian, and Mark is here to watch out for you and he'll see that nothing bad happens to you."
She needed that reassurance. Once she felt .reassured, she was ready to relax and accept all the bondage and discipline that Sabrina and Mark had to give her.
The chain up the ass was as much a form of bondage as the more traditional bondage techniques. Marcia was bound with all that chain up her cunt. She couldn't get up from the bed, even if the waist chain was untied from her. The weight of the second chain up her cunt made the pressure too great.
"I like chain," Sabrina commented. "Often, I chain my slaves to the bed at night so they can't get up from bed to relieve themselves, or for any other reason. Sometimes I chain them to me, like a policeman handcuffs a criminal to his wrists. I keep my slaves on a short leash."
Mark was amazed. He had never met a practicing sadist before, at least not one that he knew of. And Sabrina was so magnificent. To look at her was a pleasure, but to feel her technique, was pure pain.
"Of course, I don't allow a slave to sleep with me right off the bat," Sabrina was quick to add. "No, I have slaves sleep on the floor beside my bed like dogs."
"You make them sleep on the floor?" Mark said, almost in disbelief.
"All tied, with their paws, or should I say their hands, not their paws, bound to the feet of the bed. They have to stay on the floor for many months before they earn the right to join me in my bed."'
"Gee, you're so strict," Mark uttered.
"You'll find out just how strict I am," Sabrina said. "I have many male slaves, and I think you should be one of them."
With that, she extended her gold-covered and shapely leg. Her spiked boot was black leather. "Get down on your hands and lick that boot," she ordered.
Mark was frightened. And he was humiliated. He had been Marcia's master, giving her punishments, telling her what to do. He had even tied her to the bed with chain before Sabrina's unexpected arrival.
But now, as Marcia was stretched out on the bed with a bunch of chain coiled up her ass, Mark was being told to obey the orders of his new dominatrix, the powerful Sabrina.
"I said get down and work on my boot, slave," Sabrina said from between clenched teeth which were as white as pearls.
Mark got down on his hands and knees. Sabrina had her pointed, spiked boot there for his tongue. He began by licking the leather until the black surface was shining from the spit shine of his pink tongue muscle.
"Now kiss the bottom," she said. She raised the spike-heeled boot to offer him her sole. He kissed it, gingerly at first. A wet kiss mark appeared on the sole of the boot which had been well walked upon.
But Sabrina really was a strict mistress. Not only did she want Mark to lick the toe, and kiss the sole, she wanted him to do some biting in the leather while she gave him a taste of the discipline which he had been giving Marcia.
"See those marks," she said, pointing down to the top of her boot.
Mark looked. The indentions in the tops of the boots were unmistakable.
"That's right," Sabrina said, when she saw that Mark recognized the origin of those marks. "They are the marks from the teeth of my slaves. They bit into my leather while I whipped their naked backs. Now, you, strip off your shirt."
Mark didn't want to get into all of this so quickly or so heavily. But the word of Sabrina was law, and after all, they had sought out Sabrina. Now she was here, and she was demonstrating all that they ever wanted to know about discipline and bondage.
Meekly, Mark removed his shirt. His chest wasn't hairy. It was well-muscled from exercise and youth. The broad chest tapered down to a stomach with those washboard ripples for stomach muscles. He was as handsome as Marcia was pretty and Sabrina was magnificently beautiful.
She undid the whip which was coiled around her waist disguised as a belt. "This whip is made from the skin of a snake," Sabrina told the trembling young college boy. "The scales on the snake skin can really bite into you."
It didn't give Mark much encouragement. He had done a bit of spanking in his time. He had spanked his younger brothers and sisters, and he had spanked Marcia. But he hadn't been spanked himself for many years, and Sabrina had more in mind than just a simple spanking. This was going to be a blistering with the whip!
To keep Mark in place, she pulled out a rope from her cape pocket. It was a hidden pocket, and Mark began to wonder what other surprises this dominatrix might have hidden away for her use.
He had stripped off his shirt, and had returned to his subservient position at her feet. The busty dominatrix bent over, and one of her huge knockers almost fell from the soft material of her satin blouse.
Sabrina tied the young boy's hands together with the rope. Then she coiled the rope back around her own leg, so that Mark was, in effect, tied to Sabrina's body.
"Bound to your mistress's body," she said sternly, with a curl forming on her lips. "Bound like a cur dog to take a whipping while your slave girlfriend gets stuffed up the ass with chain and gets a kiss from my whip, too. Yeah, deep purple kisses from my whip for both of you. You'll learn what real kinky stuff is."
The whip was real firecracker of a whip. It stung like fire. Mark was first to feel it slice into his back. He couldn't get away. Sabrina was a strong woman. Her booted foot was planted firmly on the floor. She wasn't about to move an inch, or a quarter of an inch. She was firmly rooted with her legs spread apart.
Whack! The whip swished and whistled through the air, landing squarely on the boy's naked back and digging in enough to leave an angry welt of bright red across the smooth white skin.
On the back swing, the whip came landing straight across both upturned ass cheeks of the bound Marcia. She got the sensation of the hard whip, but she couldn't move away because of the chain around her waist, and because her cunt was filled with chain.
In fact, when the whip struck across her ass, she felt the hard chain smack up inside her vagina. She was feeling it from both ends, and then she heard the snake-like whip whistling through the air once again.
She flinched, expecting the fierce whip to land on her already-abused posterior. Instead, she suddenly heard the deep moan of a male voice. It was Mark, getting his share of the whip. His back must have been criss-crossed with welts.
Back and forth she swung that whip, hitting Mark and then getting Marcia. It became a rhythm, like a metronome. Sometimes she would go slowly, hitting" one and then the other. Other times she would increase the speed until the blows were coming so fast, Marcia barely had time to cry into her pillow before her next stinging whip stroke came down on her.
And all the time, both Marcia and Mark were in bondage. Mark was tied to his mistress's boot. That was humiliating in itself, to be whipped while tied to the boot of the whipper.
But Sabrina was happy to admit that she had numerous men, clients, who were very willing to pay her large sums of money to be on the receiving end of her special treatments.
This time, she was paying a house call and she was doing it for free with two young college students who shared her true interest in the area of bondage and discipline. This was a pleasure trip for her.
Marcia had not yet had the nerve to look up from the pillow. Sabrina began to wonder what the face looked like. The ass was beautiful, and it, as well as the back, was now well-marked with whip bruises.
It was time for the curious Sabrina to see Marcia's face.
"Get your fucking face out of that pillow," Sabrina cursed. "I want to see the tears roll down the cheeks of my bound slave girl and whipping toy."
Marcia raised her head from the pillow. She looked up meekly. Her large eyes were indeed tearing, and the tears were streaming down her face.
Marcia raised her front up as much as she could, wanting to show her mistress what her teenaged breasts looked like, too. But the restriction of the chain around her waist prohibited that.
"Ah, a lovely face," Sabrina said. "So good to see the tears, and to know that those tears were shed for me."
This brought on even more tears from poor Marcia, who was beside herself, not with pain, but with intense emotion. This woman was the first female ever to treat Marcia in this dominating fashion. It was a whole new experience.
"I've been in your position," Sabrina told Marcia. "I was a bound girl. I know exactly what parts of the body sting when the whip goes into those parts. I know just how it feels to have a coiled chain, stuffed link by link up my cunt."
This gave Marcia a good feeling. She wasn't being taken advantage of, as it might have appeared to a uninformed person.
The fact of the matter was, Sabrina was an expert disciplinarian. She knew what she was doing at every step of the way. She was in control, and she had been through all of this before, from all the angles.
She had Mark, bound to her boot. She pulled, him along the floor as she moved to unfasten Marcia from the bed.
"Keep that chain up inside your vagina," Sabrina told Marcia. "I don't want to see any of that silver slip out of your cunt. You contract your cunt muscles and keep that chain in there."
Sabrina undid the chain which had bound Marcia to the bed by her waist, allowing her to kick but not allowing her to get away. Marcia followed Sabrina's command and kept the hard chain inside her soft, wet pussy hole.
Once Marcia was free, as free as she could be with all that chain up inside her cunt, she received her next order from the dominatrix.
"Take the chairs from the desks. Put them back to back." There were two desks, and two straight-backed chairs. Marcia followed Sabrina's directive, and pulled the chairs out from the desks, and placed the chairs so that the backs were touching each other.
It was agony to do this with a length of chain up her cunt hole, but Marcia realized that this was all part of the session. Once that was done, Sabrina told her that she could seat herself.
As Marcia sat down in one of the chairs, relieving herself of some of that heavy strain inside her womb, Sabrina untied the slave boy who was attached to her boot. She set Mark free to sit on the other chair, back to back with Marcia.
Then she took the rope and wrapped it around both of them at once, so that they were, in effect, tied together back to back. Then she withdrew some of the other items she had been saving in her cape. They were all torture and bondage items which would make the twosome ache in their bonds.
There was a light fixture in the ceiling, in the center of the room, over the chairs. Sabrina's quick and trained eyes had spotted the light fixture when she first walked in and sized up the room.
Sabrina took special tit clips, which looked something like clothes pins, except that they held a firmer grip on the flesh. She placed two tit clamps on Marcia's firm nipples. Then she tried to do the same to Mark.
"Hey, stop that," Mark said, rather instinctively.
She slapped him for that.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to snap at you. But my tits are small and that hurts."
"That is exactly why I must place them on you," Sabrina answered, firmly and in an even manner. "This is part of your training. I will make your man breasts erect, and then I will be able to work on them better. It takes time to develop a man's tits, but it is essential if he is to experience sensuality my way."
It was going to be Sabrina's way. She was in charge. She had taken over and there was no stopping her now. She would see to that.
Again she started on Mark's tits, and he winced.
"You coward," she spit at him. "Marcia takes it and you can't. Well, you will take it also, my young man."
She pulled open the first bureau drawer she found. It happened to be Marcia's dresser, and inside was Marcia's collection of undergarments. Sabrina picked a black pair. Then she took the panties and stretched them around Mark's face.
"There, you are blindfolded!" Sabrina announced to the boy who squirmed as much as his tight bonds would allow. "What you don't see won't hurt you," Sabrina laughed.
It was the very same thing Mark had told Marcia not many minutes earlier. So much had changed since then. One minute Mark had been top man. Now Sabrina was on the scene, and everything was changed.
They were both to be Sabrina's slaves!
Once the blindfold was on, Mark had no sight. He only felt the clamps snapping on each of his tits as Sabrina pinched the nipples between her fingers to make the tan flesh stick out.
Once the clamps were on both Marcia and Mark, the visiting dominatrix took a thin strip of rawhide from her cape and laced the rawhide through the ends of the tit clamps, which had open holes for that purpose.
Then, she placed her booted foot on the chair, between Mark's legs, and she stretched her body up to reach the light fixture which was hanging from the ceiling.
It was like a pulley system that she had rigged up from their tits to the ceiling. They were attached to the ceiling by the cords attached to the clamps which were snapped on their tits.
This was real bondage!
Neither of them had ever thought to do such heavy work with rawhide. It was effective, because neither of them could move very much. Even slight pressure caused their tits to ache.
Marcia's girl nipples were already swollen like balloons, and the additional pulling which took place any time she moved from her exact position on the chair was just too painful. It felt as if the clamps were digging their nasty silver teeth into her skin. She was afraid that her tits would actually pull off!
But Sabrina knew exactly what she was doing. These kids had written Sabrina a letter telling of their experiences and saying that they wanted more. Masterful Sabrina was going to give them just what they craved, and a little bit more, a little bit extra for good measure.
The longer that they stayed in that position with the clamps attaching them to the ceiling, the longer the clamps had to work pain into their tit flesh.
The pain was becoming greater. Marcia started to moan. She begged Sabrina for some relief.
Sabrina saw something on the top of the bureau used by Mark. It was a rubbing liniment, used to soothe aches and pains. Mark used it after his football practice sessions, when his back ached.
He had given Sabrina the hair gel when she asked for lubrication earlier, and not the liniment for one simple reason. The liniment had a sting to it. The sting penetrated aching muscles, and made them feel better, but it was not designed as a lubricant, by any stretch of the imagination.
However, now Sabrina had another idea for the liniment. She knew very well that it would sting like fire, but that was her game.
"You say you want some relief, dear?" Sabrina cooed, uncharacteristically to young chair-bound Marcia.
"Oh, yes," Marcia sobbed. "Please."
"Alright. Since you said please and asked so nicely, I'll rub some of this soothing balm into your poor aching tits."
Marcia managed a weak smile. Relief seemed as if it might be coming. Sabrina began to rub the liniment into the tautened nipples.
At first, the rotations of her fingers in massage felt soothing. But as soon as the air hit the liniment, and the true nature of the substance ate into Marcia's nipple flesh, the girl started screaming. Her tits felt like they were really on fire!
Mark heard Marcia crying and screaming. He knew that she wouldn't be making a fuss unless something was really hurting her. That was their agreement, and now she was bucking so hard, both chairs were moving, and the pressure on her nipples must have really been tremendous.
Mark wanted desperately to help Marcia, but there was really very little he could do. He was blindfolded and could see nothing. He was bound to the chair, and couldn't move. Any motion sent spasms of pain from his nipples throughout his body.
"I'm going to have to shut you up," the dominating Sabrina decreed.
Again she reached into the bag of tricks which she kept hidden in the pockets of her flaring black cape. This time she withdrew something that looked like a red rubber ball. It was smaller than an apple.
"Open your mouth, Marcia, and open it wide," Sabrina told the bound girl.
Marcia opened her mouth, but it was apparently not opened wide enough to satisfy the demanding dominatrix.
"I said open that mouth wide, and that means open it as wide as it will fucking go, you young bitch. Obey me when I speak to you!" she bellowed.
Fearful of being beaten, Marcia opened her mouth so wide that the corners of her lips felt stretched and hurting.
"That's better," Sabrina said, calming down when her demands were met.
Then Sabrina took this red rubber ball, and filled Marcia's mouth with it. This was a form of mouth bondage!
The ball filled the space inside the oral cavity, once the dominatrix forced the pliable rubber ball in beyond the slave girl's teeth.
The only sounds that could possibly come from Marcia's mouth now were gagging little sounds which nobody would be able to understand. She would have to do all of her expressing with her eyes, because her mouth was mute.
Marcia only hoped that Sabrina wouldn't blindfold her with a pair of Mark's underpants, the way Sabrina had blindfolded Mark with a pair of Marcia's panties.
Sabrina took out a strip of elastic and wrapped it around the ball which was half sticking out of Marcia's mouth the way an apple sticks out of the mouth of a roasted pig.
The elastic band held the ball in place so that Marcia wouldn't be able to spit the ball out. Poor Marcia's mouth was dry, but now swallowing was difficult. Saliva was collecting in her mouth, but she was unable to swallow.
Once the band was snapped in place at the back of Marcia's head, Sabrina stood back and observed her handiwork. There she saw two fine young specimens of the younger generation, in heavy bondage.
They were back to back. Marcia was nude, and Mark was stripped to the waist. Both of them were attached by their tits to the fixture in the ceiling, and any movement they dared make would pull on their tender nipple flesh.
It was also amusing for Sabrina to see that Marcia was gagged with a ball gag stuffed in her opened mouth, and Mark was blindfolded with a pair of black panties.
Sabrina was proud of her work. Her huge breasts were heaving as she became excited with the picture of the living bondage slaves before her.
Her breath was coming in catches. Her cuntal mound, snug beneath the gold lame of her skintight slacks, was dripping and the pussy was sticking to the material as she licked her lips with her wet tongue. She was hot.
She ran her hand under the waistband of her tight slacks, and found the curls of pubic wire which adorned her snatch. Sometimes she shaved her pussy hair, to give herself the appearance of a young cunt. Many of the guys she dominated liked the look of her naked snatch. They liked to see the nectar drip from her slit, without the protective and distracting pubic curls.
But this time her fresh cunt was protected by the soft hairs which had grown in and were being pulled as she watched the back-to-back bound slaves.
She liked to pull at her cunt hairs, because the feeling made her twat feel alive and on fire, and she dug that. She was an expert at giving pain and bondage because she had taken quite a bit of each in her day, as well.
Even now, she didn't stroke her cunt. She tweaked and pulled at the full, thick lips, and twisted the vulvic folds of flesh until she felt her ecstasy button, her red hot clit, burning inside of her.
She approached the bound Mark. He couldn't move. His hands were pinioned at his sides. Sabrina had tied his feet to the legs of the straight-backed chair. Even his chest was constricted by the rope which dug slightly into his smooth skin, attaching him to his girlfriend.
Sabrina didn't say a word. She merely unzipped her gold slacks and stood there in front of the blindfolded young man Mark was breathing in and out very deeply. It was his way of keeping his head together. It calmed him.
Suddenly, his nostrils were struck with the unique fragrance of the dominating Sabrina. Her cunt was gaping. She spread it wide for his benefit. She was letting him sniff the hot froths of her juicing cunt hole.
Mark became like a stud dog on a leash. He started rocking the chair he was attached to.
He started banging back and forth so that he could get at the aroma which was permeating the room.
Marcia, attached to Mark on the other side of the double-chair, didn't know what was going on. All she knew was that suddenly Mark was grunting like a fucking animal. She knew that he was going wild, and that he was bucking back and forth in the chair, which was making her chair rock, and was pulling on her nipples.
She would have begged Mark to stop, but her mouth was filled with that rubber ball gag. He probably would have controlled his wildness (if that were physically possible once he'd gotten a whiff of Sabrina's luscious cuntal hole), but without Marcia's voice to stop him, he followed his primitive instincts and went mad for the aroma of fresh cunt.
Every time he rocked the chair, his own man-nipples were stretched and pulled. The nasty silver teeth of the tit clamps didn't ease up when he bucked like a boy with a hive of stinging bees in his pants.
Each movement made his bonds dig more deeply into his flesh, and pulled on his tits until they were really red and sore. Not just the nipples were aching, but the area around each of his young tit nipples was also crimsoned from the handiwork of the visiting dominatrix, the notorious Sabrina.
The big-bosomed woman just stood there in total control. After her bondage work had been completed, all she had to do was stand there with her slacks down around the ankles of her tall black boots. The scent of her cunt would do the rest, driving Mark to distraction, and making the strain on his young body that much more painful.
And every movement was sending poor Marcia into spasms of pain.
It was a painful session of bondage for both of them, but the sex was just beginning. Sabrina had a lot to teach them!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Just when Mark thought that he would explode in his jeans, or break his bonds (which wasn't really possible), the devious Sabrina pulled her opened crotch away from his face.
He was panting and gasping, like a dog whose favorite bone has been snatched deliberately from him.
Again he strained at the ropes binding him until the cord dug deeply into his abused flesh.
His neck was craning, the veins bulging.
The clever dominatrix turned her attention toward the young girl who was tied to the other side of this double chair. Nearly eighteen years old, the naked Marcia had learned to love punishment.
She found that she needed to be bound, beaten and humiliated before she could reach orgasm, but when she reached her climax after being bound and beaten, the multiple explosions were dynamite up her young pussy.
Her very first exposures to sex had been of the violent kind, and always, bondage played a very important part.
Now, with her first dominatrix working her over, the bound and naked Marcia was a humble slave girl once again. This time, however, she was just a bit frightened. That edge, of fright always seemed to make the entire scene more intense for the-beautiful young college girl.
While Mark stayed bound and straining, Marcia felt the nimble ' fingers of the dominating Sabrina. The fingers were exploring Marcia's cuntal flesh.
It was outrageous, but the woman was in total command, and she took any liberty she chose to take. Now, she chose to probe the wet region between Marcia's spread legs. Her fingers entered the slit which was already very sticky.
Inside the cuntal opening, the pussy was already filled. Sabrina's fingers felt the hard steel links of chain which had been inserted in the twat hole. The entire cuntal realm was stuffed with link chain; the very chain that bound her to the bed.
The insertion of imploring fingers into the tight young cunt would have been an intrusion under any circumstances. But now, with so much chain stuffed in there also, it was such a strain that poor Marcia thought she would bust.
Her cunt was stretched so wide, that the walls ached. It was stuffed so full, all she wanted to do was to release the pressure. Instead, the dominating Sabrina made the pressure more intense by twirling her fingers around the chain, scraping the wet walls of the warm cunny in the painful process.
If only Marcia could scream! But that was out, too. The rubber ball which was fastened in her opened mouth with a band of elastic which tied around her head, prevented her from doing anything but keep her mouth wide open in silence.
Her body was tightly bound, and her tits were still being pulled upward on the pulley device of bondage which the clever Sabrina had created to give the girl a taste of what true discipline and bondage were really about.
Marcia and Mark had asked for it. They had been curious. Now they were really finding out what a session with Sabrina was all about.
Sabrina took her work seriously. It was not for nothing that she was known as the most demanding dominatrix in town.
After a session of B&D with Sabrina, the abused client felt satisfied for quite a while. It wasn't like a Chinese dinner, where the diner feels hungry after an hour has gone by. Sabrina's discipline and bondage sessions really filled her subjects up to the hilt. They needed time to rest and get over their aches and pains after a humble session at her feet, or on her rack.
Even here in the college dorm, she had the two youngsters squirming. Mark was begging like a cur dog. Marcia was writhing like a bitch in heat.
Sabrina was a dominatrix, but that didn't mean that she limited her sexual life in any way. She got right down on Marcia's wet twat!
Bound as she was, there was no way for Marcia to avoid the tongue which had replaced the probing fingers inside the young pussy. But then, Marcia didn't want to stop the feeling that Sabrina was flicking into Marcia's cunt with her tongue.
Marcia was not a lesbian. For that matter, Sabrina's preferences tended toward men, also. But Sabrina did get off on licking up the cunt she had stuffed with chain, and her tongue was wet and warm. It soothed.
The long pink muscle came dripping from Sabrina's mouth and forced its way through the lips of Marcia's vagina. The sensitive tongue ran over the cunt flesh which made the hugging pussy walls what they were. The tongue could perceive each area on the walls of Marcia's cunt, where the chains had scratched the flesh, even if the scratches were slight.
The warm tongue made the inside of Marci's abused snatch feel a lot better.
Only Mark was blindfolded, so Marcia was able to watch the blonde head of the voluptuous Sabrina go down on her twat. It was the first time that another female had ever entered Marcia's pussy hole.
Marcia watched as Sabrina pressed her mouth so far forward into the yielding snatch. She felt the manipulation of Sabrina's mouth inside the cul-de-sac of cunt. Then, quite suddenly, she realized what was happening.
Sabrina was extracting the length of link chain with her mouth!
The chain was even more painful pulling out, than it had been when it was stuffed into her cunt to the organ's capacity. As it pulled out. it took a lot of dripping cunny nectar with it.
It was freaky to see the dominatrix pulling the chain out of the cunt with her mouth. It was like a giant cord which had been lodged inside of Marcia. It was five times as long as a cock. It had been curled up inside the pussy.
Sabrina was very calm and controlled about the whole thing, just as she had been when administering the bondage. But once Sabrina saw a half dozen steel links sticking out between her mouth and Marcia's pussy, even the dominatrix went a bit wild with lust. The sight was too arousing for the woman.
She began to seethe with sexual passion. Her fingers were embedded deeply into her own cunt. One hand pulled at her clit while the other delved deeply into the farthest reaches of vagina.
Her tongue flicked out madly, lapping up all the wet liquids which dripped from the chain links. She was groaning and moaning as she licked, lapped, and used her mouth to pull the chain from Marcia's teenaged cunt.
Marcia, of course, was helpless to do anything but watch. She couldn't even move her hands, since they were tied. Her arms were pinioned. Her legs were tied. And of course, her nipples were distended, and practically were turning blue from the stress imposed on them by Sabrina's wicked little pulley system which connected the tan nipples to hooks in the ceiling's light fixture.
The most Marcia could do was to undulate her cuntal muscles as the chain was extracted by the mouth of her mistress.
Mark, with his back to the sex scene and the panty blindfold over his eyes, was more than curious to know what was happening. He heard the groans and sex moans from Sabrina. He heard the chain finally fall to floor, splattering cunt cream as it landed squarely on the wooden planks.
He had been driven nearly to distraction by the sexual odor of hot cunt. The fact that he was securely tied to the chair made his desire all the more intense.
Sabrina was not going to let him go without satisfaction. She had something for him. She sucked all the juices out of Marcia's abused cunt, and held them in her mouth.
Then she moved around to Mark, and placed her soft lips on his. He responded, pressing his tongue between Sabrina's lips, and suddenly tasting the wet nectar she saved for him from his girlfriend's battered pussy!
He gulped the stuff down hungrily, bucking with excitement despite the fact that any undo movements caused pain to start coursing through his body, from his clamped tits. It was worth it to him to experience the pain for the pleasure of the cunt liquid, and that was the intention of the clever Sabrina.
She wanted Mark to associate his bondage with the sweet flavor of his girlfriend's pussy. It was similar to the association which had started Marcia out on her road to bondage and discipline.
She had heard the sounds of sexual bondage, coming from her parents' room. She had spent several years, trying to duplicate that sexual pattern in her own life.
It was no accident that she met up with Tony, the stud she provoked until he tied her down and raped her. It was no accident that she met up with Mark, and that she discovered his secret sex desires about bondage and discipline.
Now she was experiencing the skill of a professional disciplinarian. She was learning that bondage was more than the simple knotting of a cord. Bondage was an art; a sexual art, and one which she wanted for her ultimate pleasure.
Sitting-there, still all bound and vulnerable, with her upturned breasts tied to rawhide cords, and her firm, full rump, still aching from beatings by her boyfriend, she listened as Sabrina, the professional dominatrix, gave Mark a taste of her pussy.
Marcia could hear the slurps as his tongue explored that wet hole. She could feel the vibrations of Sabrina's body as the blonde dominatrix undulated her cunt into Mark's mouth, making him swallow her juices and take what she was giving him as reward for being a good slave in bondage.
No tears came to Marcia's eyes. She didn't feel jealous. She was beyond that, and she owed that to her understanding of dominance.
Sabrina had been a superb dominatrix. She had punished both of them with bondage and discipline. Now it was time to reward Mark with hot, steaming hot, sex.
Marcia understood the abuse Mark had taken, and she wanted him to have his just reward. She wanted him to feast on Sabrina's big twat.
Marcia could feel the excitement building in her own lovely loins. The grunts and groans of sexual abandon laced with the pain of bondage and discipline were making Marcia's pretty head reel.
She knew that Mark was sucking pussy, while still tied to the chair. She knew that his man-tits must be swollen and aching, and yet he was eating out the muff of the dominating woman who had clamped those tits.
Marcia, herself tied to a chair, felt the distant rumblings of her young cunt getting more powerful. She felt her climax building very slowly, but unavoidably. And she wasn't using her fingers to frig herself, either.
Quite the contrary, the fact that her hands were tied was one of the triggers of her approaching orgasm. She could already tell that this one would be in multiples, and that the feeling would last for many minutes.
It seemed that climax was building on the other side of the bondage chair, too. The grunts were becoming louder. The slurping was very sloppy and forceful.
Sabrina's head was arched way back, and her long neck was curved like the neck of a swan. But this swan was in sex heat. She was climbing toward orgasm because her male sex slave was eating her pussy while in bondage.
She enjoyed the feeling of his wet tongue, rotating and jabbing, jabbing and rotating. But she enjoyed it all the more, seeing him tied to the chair, and knowing that she was the one who had tied him there.
He was unable to cup the full globes of her ass cheeks, because his hands were tied. He was unable to see the voluminous folds of her ardent snatch, because he was blindfolded with the panties of his girlfriend.
He was being made to eat the poontang of the woman who made him a slave, and he was doing all of this in the presence of his girlfriend, who was also a captive of the dominating Sabrina.
All three of the them were building. The tenseness was growing in their limbs. The blood was full in his engorged prick, which Sabrina had unzipped, and stroked to the hardest erection the young stud had ever had.
Just when the lapping and the pain was mingling to the highest high any of them could withstand, Marcia felt her discharge fly. Mark, spurred on by the intense sexual atmosphere, swallowed up Sabrina's cunt and felt his own spasms take over, spewing hot motor oil in huge gushes from the flaring head of his pulsing cock.
As Sabrina came, she raised her leg and pressed the spiked heel of her tall, black boot into Mark's young chest. The pointed heel poked into the flesh just inches away from the tit clamp, giving his entire chest a painful sensation as he climaxed.
It was another association that Sabrina wanted to create for future sessions with the two budding teenagers who learned to take bondage, whipping, and humiliating treatment as the foreplay to their orgasms.
Sabrina was quick to recover from the spasms and convulsions which shook her body until her large breasts shimmied like jello. She quickly went about relieving her two captives.
While kissing Mark firmly on the mouth, she unsnapped the tit clamps. The pressure on his lips made him less conscious of the sting at his man-tits.
Then the beautiful dominatrix did the same to Marcia, and massaged the distended nipples until the aching flesh felt relief.
She didn't untie them, but she did loosen the parts of their bondage which might have been aching, or interrupting the circulatory flow.
Then she let them catch their breaths. It had been a heavy session, and a surprise one, at that.
"I don't even know what to say," Mark sighed. "It was great. I'm exhausted," he added.
Sabrina smiled a knowing smile. She had seen many young people who wanted to experiment in her way of life. Many chose never to indulge in her sex games again. It wasn't that they hated her techniques, but often they found that their need for bondage and discipline was satisfied after one session, and they didn't need to seek that out again.
Others told her that they were much more loving toward their husbands and wives after a session of Sabrina's bondage and discipline, because all of their angers and negative emotions had been taken away with the intense sex sessions.
"You are everything you said you were in the ad," Marcia told Sabrina.
"Yes, except that I'm not a redhead now, as I was in the photograph which accompanied my ad. I decided to go blonde. Aside from that, everything is real. The truth always serves you, and I'm a true dominatrix."
"And I'm a true masochist," young Marcia was proud to admit. "I'm glad that I was able to take your punishment. And I feel alright with myself for taking it."
Sabrina smiled that knowing smile of hers once again, and pulled up her skintight slacks.
"I have to go now," she explained. "There are always more slaves to train, and it sometimes seems as if I never get caught up. My work is never done."
With her black cape blowing in the breeze behind her, Sabrina took off. When she walked through the campus, all eyes were on her. The guys were hard and hot for her. But few of them would have been able to take what she had to give them.
Only special people like Marcia and Mark, who admitted their most secret desires, were sex partners for the voluptuous Sabrina. If these others knew what Sabrina was into, they would have gone running and buried their heads in the sand.
