Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. <!--ADULTSONLY--> PICKED UP (FFF/F, Blackmail, Slavery, Humiliation) Cindy Silver Eyes /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ cse1986@rocketmail.com ***** Do you like my story? So, what is it that you like then? The one thing that you really like the most? Please let me know: cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only pay-off in writing, really...!) ***** The unease and anxiety of the young woman had been obvious from the moment she'd walked into the bar. Still, Jackie was probably one of the first to notice the trembling cute blondie - she had an eye for that kind of thing, and not just because she was a cop. This being a pure lesbian bar, Jackie knew she had to make her move fast, before any of the other horny dykes could move in. They did get a lot of cute lesbians at the Pink Velvet, but surely the blondie was a standout. "Hi there" she marched right up and smiled. The black woman was a head taller than her younger, blonde counterpart. "Name's Jackie - what's yours sweetie?" She looked like she'd swallowed her tongue, but managed to say "Cindy" in a low, unconfident voice. Jackie smiled a bit more. Cindy could not make it more obvious that she was a newbie; still unsure whether she was meant to be here, a lesbian bar in the lower west side, surrounded by tattooed, pierced butch dykes... All the better Jackie thought: Catch'em when they are fresh! "Come this way Cindy, let me buy you a drink..." "Yes, Ma'am" the blonde replied in a lowered voice. It was impossible to miss that last lusty, shameful emphasis, the "Ma'am" word so readily offered. Jackie suddenly knew all about little Cindy. Just like the song: Some of them wanna be abused... Too good to be true? Well, here she was, Cindy the wanna-be-sub, no doubt wetting her panties at the sight of Jackie. Perhaps, Cindy wasn't even a lesbian. Perhaps, she wasn't even here to get laid - maybe, she was here for the mere pleasure of being a weakling, and calling bigger, stronger lesbians "Ma'am"... Just to get a whiff of her fantasies. And Jackie would bet her last dollar that Cindy's dirty little fantasies involved her being a cute little abused lesbian sex slave, in the hands of a mighty dominatrix. A big black dyke like Jackie? All the better, of course... Now, Jackie would have to see what could be done to turn little Cindy's fantasies into reality. "Come this way, Cindy" the black policewoman pulled the young blonde towards the back. "I got some friends I want you to meet..." **** It was past 2 AM when they arrived at the entrance of a prestigious high-rise on Park Avenue, where Cindy apparently owned a condo, courtesy of daddy... As a young stock broker, Cindy made a lot of money, about 3 times what Jackie made as a narcotics officer to be specific, but all that money went to shopping and vacationing, as Cindy had helpfully explained, so Daddy had bought the apartment for her... They were now a group of four: Sarah, a notably fat, chain-smoking accountant and Liz, a skinny, muscular woman with various tattoos and piercings, who ran an auto body-shop in Brooklyn, had gladly accepted their friend's invitation to party with the cute blondie at her place... They were after all friends of Jackie and frequents at the Pink Velvet. "Wow, Cindy, nice digs..." Jackie chuckled, grabbing the blonde and kissing her roughly. She stood out as the only black member of the group, not to mention her considerable size. "Please don't... the doorman might see" Cindy whined - after the 5 tequilas Jackie made her drink, the blonde stock broker had certainly become more adventurous. Still, she seemed alarmed at any prospect of discovery - it had taken a great deal to convince her to continue partying at her apartment... All the same, Jackie grabbed the blonde's ass just as they entered the building, winking at the fat doorman, who was already eyeing the four women with clear interest.... She just loved how Cindy's pretty face lit up all red with embarrassment. The young woman all but ran towards the elevators... Soon, in the comfortable confines of a large studio on the 25th floor, Cindy was serving whiskey to her three lesbian guests - and drinking herself, too. Drinking way too much... **** The first picture was of her naked, in her bed, fucking herself with a dildo - her own dildo even though Cindy did not recall taking it out. The second picture was her naked, on her knees, head bowed, wrists handcuffed in the back - she'd never had any handcuffs, they had to be the real police issue, straight from Jackie's purse - the younger woman barely remembered it... The third picture was her again - a close-up of her face, with her tongue darting out and licking the pussy of another woman, a black pussy for sure, but that was all one could tell... "There are lots more..." Jackie smiled at the blonde, a cruel and excited smile spreading across her sturdy face. The morning light was shining through the window. Despite her terror, Cindy noted she was almost surely late for work. Not that this could be her major worry right now. "Yeah, lots more..." the other, fat dyke chimed in, her voice dripping with pleasure. "You were a great fuck...!" Cindy wanted to puke all over the floor right then. The domineering Jackie, that had to have had an appeal for Cindy, last night at least, just for living her fantasies - but the obnoxious fat pig was nothing but revolting! "And all these naughty, naughty fantasies" came an amused chuckle from behind Cindy. It was the skinny dyke, looking like an auto mechanic... She was seated in front of Cindy's lap top, obviously going through the top secret materials within... The young blonde found herself filled with terror at once, and she meant to get up to get back her lap top. She paused when she realized that she was covered with nothing but a thin blanket she kept in the living room. "Sit your ass down" Jackie snarled, grabbing Cindy by the hair and making sure she stayed down. "And gimme that blanket" the fat one chuckled, ripping away the thin sheet that protected Cindy. "Don't be so shy, slut - don't you remember everything you did for us last night...!" Cindy barely remembered a tiny portion of it - and that was enough to bring tears of disgust to her eyes. "And so much more you'll be doing..." Liz, the skinny one said merrily, still going through Cindy's computer. "You guys really should see all the nasty stuff this bitch is into..." Jackie smiled: "Oh, she should see all the nasty stuff we're into..." "And", the black woman grabbed the naked Cindy by the chin and pushed her face up, looking right into her eyes: "You will... All those fantasies you like - well, my little sub slut, you will experience them all, one by one, and then more stuff that you didn't dare imagine. Wait till you see how much fun we'll be having playing with you... slave! You want pain! Oh, you'll get it - we can't wait to have a screaming little slut to torment for our amusement. You wanted to be dominated and fucked by lesbians - well, slut you'll now get fucked more often than a street whore, I guarantee you that, by us and by anyone we want to loan you out to! You'll be the best little carpet-muncher in Manhattan in a year's time, guaranteed. You'll be famous in all the dyke bars..." "Oh yes" the fat one said sternly. "You will do everything we tell you - and you will do very many things you would have thought impossible... That is, unless, you'd rather let us send everyone you know all these lovely pictures..." "Please, please don't do that" the young woman pled at once... All three lesbians were grinning as Cindy found herself on the verge of tears... ***** Jackie turned the key and entered Cindy's apartment at half past 6 PM, as she'd been doing often for the past month - what a blast it was to have a slave quarters to walk into after a long, hard day's work of chasing fuckin' sociopaths and hardened criminals. She'd been nearly shot at just four hours ago on one of the nastiest street corners of Bronx - the big fat drug dealer she'd caught with a big stash of coke had not been quick enough to get at his well-hidden shotgun, but he'd managed to land a big blow to the side of Jackie's head before she'd restrained him with the aid of her club. Her head still hurt like a bitch -she'd nearly needed stitches. God forbid if she'd actually shot the bastard - his fancy, white-as-a-dove downtown lawyer had already filed a police brutality complaint. Never mind his client was a 300-pound behemoth already high on his own product, who would have killed a Cop without hesitation. And even though the piece-of-shit she'd arrested was no less black than Jackie herself, she'd spent a good two hours being grilled on the subject of racial profiling by her lieutenant- who, like the lawyer, was white as a dove, dressed more like corporate CEO than actual police, and was clearly bothered by the sight of Jackie: A strong, tall, black, and proudly lesbian woman wielding a gun and making decisions on her own on the streets - streets where clowns like them wouldn't even manage to survive anymore... And either of those clowns could very well have been little Cindy's precious daddy or uncle or some such... Now, there was a thought to lift up her sprits and work out her frustration at the day's events... - after all, she did have one of those white-as-a-dove bitches in her total possession, did she not? Cindy waited for Jackie as she'd been trained - completely naked except for a dog-collar that would have looked too ugly on a bulldog. She was on all fours in the middle of the living room when Jackie entered, her head arching up to look up at her owner: "Pleeeease fuck me Mistress.... Pleeeeaseee fuck your bitch" she whined in the neediest voice any girl could ever muster, but she did not wait for a response. Instead, she crawled towards Jackie like a slow dog in a rush, and began licking Jackie's police-issue boots - `that's good' Jackie thought. The boots clearly needed cleaning after walking the beat in Bronx all day. "Enough, slut..." Jackie finally stopped her, walking past the supplicated posture of the nude blonde girl, taking a comfortable seat. "On your knees slave" she ordered and Cindy assumed the position: On her knees, thighs spread wide apart, her back straight as an arrow, her hands clasped at the back of her neck... "So, tell me slave", Jackie inquired, "were you fired today?" Cindy swallowed hard, her eyes cast down anxiously: "No Mistress, not yet" she replied, her voice dripping with both shame and fear. "Bad, bad, bad girl" Jackie tapped on her pants, only half angry. "You are going to cost me a bundle..." Jackie, Sarah, and Liz had a bet going on - on when Cindy would get fired from her highly respectable job... Jackie had bet the earliest deadline which was now only a couple days away, and so far Cindy's new choice of office clothes consisting of tiniest stretch mini-skirts, see-through blouses, and towering fuck-me pumps had only produced half-amused, half-delighted rebukes from her male superiors... Likewise, her half-way criminal offer for sucking off an important client in the middle of a one-on-one meeting had evidently only resulted in daily `investment advice' trips to the said client and a notable rise in the commissions she generated, which actually worked against the little slut getting her ass canned and transforming into a 24-hour available lesbian sex slave as planned. Perhaps, getting caught fucking one of the - doubtless black - janitors would get the job done. Jackie decided this was exactly what she would order Cindy to try the next morning... But only after Jackie administered her well-deserved punishment for failing to get fired - 2 more days, and they'd be in that fat bitch Sarah's target zone and Jackie would be out-of-the-money... She didn't like that one bit. Her eyes got caught on the giant-screen TV placed in the middle of the living room - it had a slide-show playing on it: One picture after another of Cindy in totally exposed, humiliating positions - Cindy eating one pussy after another, Cindy being punished and violated, Cindy fucking herself with various obscene tools, Cindy tied up in severe bondage and being spanked... The web address remained fixed at the top: www.cindycooperthelesbianfucktoy.net. If anyone actually did try the web site, all they would get was a blank, password protected page... And with so many Cindy Coopers in the phonebook, who was to know? Except that Jackie, Sarah, and Liz had access to the web site and could remove the password protection even remotely from their cell-phones. Another little press of a button would have put in motion a mass-mail batch heading to Cindy's entire contact list, advertising the newly bared web site of hers... Sarah had once left the web site exposed till Cindy could be convinced to make her cumm - the blonde stock broker had made the fat accountant climax in about 90 seconds... And she'd still had to beg Sarah to put back up the password protection... Cindy remained on her knees, watching Jackie attentively and waiting for orders. If there was one thing Jackie was sure of, it was that Cindy's fantasies of being dominated were no more than a faint, make-belief whim that wore away quickly, and she was no lesbian at all. She was as straight as good girls came - and she flat-out hated the touch of lesbians, let alone being dominated into endless, furious sex by them. This, of course, provided much amusement: What could be better for three dominants than to have a pretty, straight girl in their hands, who didn't wanna be dominated or fucked by lesbians but had no choice in it? A girl they could play with but who didn't want to play along.... It was almost too good to be true.... Jackie got up and placed her police-issue hand-cuffs on Cindy's delicate wrists, locking her hands behind the naked blonde's back - Jackie owned a wide range of bondage tools but nothing gave her as much pleasure as using her own good ol' official police-issue cuffs, without any fear of `police brutality' or `perp rights' or any other such non-sense... Unlike the dangerous criminals and gang members she had to battle daily, Cindy was here to be restrained and take it as her Mistress saw fit, without any concern or any limit... Jackie attached the usual chain to Cindy's hand-cuffs and connected it to the hook they had placed on the ceiling -and she pulled: The effect was that soon Cindy was bent-forward at more than 90 degrees so her head and her pelvis were nearly level, her arms were pulled taut behind her back, her big fat tits dangled obscenely in front of her, her long blonde hair curtained her worried face, her shapely legs stood straight and rigid, and most importantly, the unyielding position left her well-formed ass high up and totally exposed; a big, merry target for her Mistress... And if there was one thing that was more eye-catching than the full nudity and the totally vulnerable posture of Cindy, it was the tattoos... One on each butt, and one at the small of her back. They were made with dark, rich red ink. The one at the small of her back had a nude woman in chains and on all fours, licking the booted feet of a dominatrix whose leather-clad legs and long whip were the only visible parts. The picture was surrounded in an arch with the words: "I am a lesbian sex slave bitch"... The tattoo on the right buttock said "Fuck me", and the on the left said "Spank me", all in the same red ink. Who could resist such a shameless offering? Jackie slid her fingers over the tattoos lovingly, recalling how much fun it had been to place them there - perhaps, Cindy wouldn't agree: For one thing, she'd cried and begged to not have them. She'd looked utterly humiliated at hearing what was to be permanently printed on her nubile body. For another thing, they had the tattoos made by an extremely sleazy tattoo artist in the seedy part of Brooklyn, near Liz's auto-shop, and the 300-pound tub of lard had agreed to take the payment in the form of sexual favors from Cindy for a full day - they had tapes of this, too, and he could barely manage to do anything more than making the girl hop on him non-stop for hours but the slave-girl had been no less disgusted and humiliated because of it... Jackie could see the faint stripes over the tattoos from the punishment a few days ago. No matter - after all, punishing her slave was the prerogative of a Mistress. Cindy was the slave, and she existed to provide entertainment and pleasure to Jackie and her friends. Sometimes Jackie got her fun from fucking the young, gorgeous blonde every way she liked; sometimes she got her fun from punishing and humiliating the little slut... Whatever suited her fancy... And now she wanted to see a screaming slut at the end of her whip.... Jackie grabbed the usual gag, as well - it was a rope gag that muffled the snotty slave's screams without totally silencing her. Jackie loved to hear the blonde scream as she endured her well-deserved punishment, but then a proper place for a slave would have been a good, sturdy, deep dungeon - not the 25th floor of a luxury condo building. As much as Jackie enjoyed making Cindy scream, she did not want to make all the neighbors rush to the door. For now, her muffled cries would be pleasing enough... She picked up her favorite crop - a black, leather tool that was thin with a pointy head. It was very good for drawing painful cries of submission from the girl, even though the marks it left were negligible... She pushed apart Cindy's naked feet, making sure her ass was left even higher and more inviting, while her nude pussy was exposed. She touched and prodded Cindy's pussy with the tip of the crop and chuckled in delight - the girl was plainly wet... One side of her still loved her predicament, the pathetic little slut couldn't help it. And of course the fact that she wore an automatic vibrator all day long in the office did not help - it was programmed to activate every 15 minutes for a 1-minute run... Enough to keep the slave horny and crazy, but not enough to let her cumm. Of course, she wasn't ever allowed to cumm without permission from her owners anyway, the punishment for which would be extremely severe - the one time they had discovered her betrayal of this strict rule, they had beaten her senseless everyday for a week. Needless to say, Cindy now knew orgasming at will was a privilege reserved for her superiors and slaves got release only when their owners saw fit... Probably not what she'd had in mind when she'd coyly followed Jackie at the Pink Velvet with all that heat between her thighs, but life could be tough sometimes.... Jackie cleaned the juices on her crop by brushing it against back of Cindy's legs. "Tomorrow bitch" she said confidently, "you will get your pretty ass fired and allow me to win this stupid bet... Or, this here tonight will be like candy. I will punish you like you could have never imagined..." Jackie tapped on Cindy's defenseless buttocks playfully, playing with the girl's anxiety - for a kinky slut with fantasies of being dominated, she was a total wimp when it came to pain. She flexed her arm and landed the first jolt on Cindy's shapely ass, drawing a stifled yelp from the girl. It was great, but not quite right. Jackie made her way towards the cabinet which used to house Cindy's business files and books, but now contained an endless supply of sex toys and tools. Soon, she was back with another chain, which she hooked to Cindy's collar and attached to the hand-cuffs also - the effect was to pull Cindy's head up. Jackie pulled back her long blonde hair, too, leaving the young woman's face in the open. Cindy was now facing a living room wall covered with top-to-bottom mirrors. Satisfied, Jackie went back to her position behind the girl - now, she'd be able to see Cindy's face as she took her blows. Cindy's face lit up red with humiliation as she saw her reflection on the mirror. Here she was, totally nude, in the ties and chains of a worthless, pathetic slave, bent into in a totally supplicated posture, facing her own shame. Her tits were dangling before her as a horrible obscenity. The rope biting into her mouth made her look incredibly desperate. And there she was Jackie, her Mistress, one of her Mistresses, standing behind her, all powerful and cocksure of herself, ready to take her fun out of Cindy, without a care or concern... Cindy shut her eyes in shame - why would she care? Cindy was the bitch after all, her bitch; she might have been so many other things a month ago, young, beautiful, successful... but she was now just Jackie's bitch... She waited for the blows to come in terrible anticipation. This was not what she had wanted, no, never... She did not wait long - one blow after another landed on Cindy's defenseless buttocks, drawing ever more desperate cries from the 25-year old stock broker... Her tits shook like crazy with every blow, her face turned redder and redder, matching her ass with every wallop. Jackie clearly loved taking her time with it, playing with the girl, keeping her blows uneven to keep Cindy on her toes and ever unprepared. She loved every little cry she drew out of her defenseless pleasure slave.... After 20 strokes or so, Jackie stopped - her arm was growing tired and the girl was already a mess, whimpering, crying, red all over, and sweating like she was in the middle of a gang-bang... And more importantly, Jackie was incredibly turned on... What a great way to relax and let go off her frustrations this had been - she recalled the whities she'd had to endure at work dismissively. Here was a pristine white girl, and look what Jackie was doing to her.... Scores were even... No, actually, Jackie was ahead and she meant to run up the score on Cindy... She went back to the cabinet and came back with a huge, black strap-on, covered with big ugly buttons - she went to the front of Cindy, and untied her gag. "Aren't you going thank me, slave?" she asked sternly but with a grin on her strong face. "Thank you for punishing me Mistress" Cindy replied with nearly teary eyes, looking up at Jackie as much as she could. It was almost believable that the girl was grateful for her punishment - her training had been very successful, and rule number 1 was that she always had to look like she loved whatever was being done to her... "Kiss it slut" Jackie ordered, placing the strap-on in front of the young woman's face. The girl hesitated only for a moment, she was clearly whipped, but she opened her mouth obediently and planted a long kiss on the ugly tool as ordered. "Good" Jackie smiled. She stepped out of her boots and pants, and then slid down her black bikini panties and put on the giant strap-on. "Time for my little slave to get fucked like the screaming whore that she is...!" Jackie removed her blouse and bra, too - she was now naked like Cindy, except for the giant strap-on protruding from her torso. She positioned herself behind Cindy, seeing her own reflection and Cindy's on the mirror - the contrast between her dark, black, feminine yet strong body and Cindy's weak, soft, creamy white form was a huge turn-on for the dominant lesbian. She grabbed Cindy's hips with her strong hands, like a powerful man. She slammed hard into Cindy in one swift move, drawing a loud scream out of the girl. Soon, the living room was filled with screams and moans of Cindy, pain from the violation of the giant rubber cock mixing with humiliating pleasure - Cindy did not want to take pleasure like this, as a bound, belittled, humiliated, abused slave, a mere toy and bitch to her owners... but there was no denying it - Jackie was slamming into her like a furious, powerful stud. "You may cumm slave..." Jackie finally announced and soon Cindy had no other choice - the orgasm flooded her brain, and she screamed like she was burning inside out... The last time she'd been allowed to cum had been almost 2 weeks ago... ***** When Sarah and Liz entered Cindy's apartment, it was an hour later. Jackie was still naked, but seated on the big leather sofa - Cindy was kneeling on the floor before her and alternating between licking her pussy and licking her asshole. She was still handcuffed - there was no need for it, since Cindy hardly ever dared show any significant disobedience. But Jackie liked keeping her in chains, almost as much as Cindy hated it. It was a constant reminder of Cindy's status as a slave - besides, Jackie figured, she didn't need her hands for her current task, did she... She also held on to two little chains - they were attached to nipple clamps placed on Cindy's breasts, and while the clamps produced a constantly painful bite, the girl jerked in fresh agony every time Jackie pulled on the chains, which she did whenever Cindy's effort sagged in the slightest. She'd been going at it for the hour, having delivered her Mistress two shattering orgasms. Jackie wanted a third... "My, you certainly are having fun..." Liz said with a chuckle. "Oh, yesss" Jackie replied, and groaned in pleasure as her 3rd orgasm came in a wave - she let go off the chains and grabbed on to Cindy's blond locks instead as she pushed up her torso forcefully, rubbing her pussy all over young woman's face... When Jackie released her hair, Cindy's face was drenched in the dominant black woman's juices. "Go greet your other Mistresses" Jackie ordered. Cindy attempted at moving in the most servile fashion she could have imagined hand-cuffed as she was, trying to walk on her knees, but Sarah cut her short: "Crawl to me slut" she barked. Cindy dropped on the floor and crawled towards the other two women who had taken seats in big chairs by the window. Her breasts burned in pain as they brushed against the hard wooden floor and she managed to move ever slowly, but she arrived at Sarah's feet. She began licking the fat accountant's shoes - after she was done with hers, she moved over to Liz, and gave her shoes a tongue-wash too. She finally lifted her head and got on her knees before the two lesbians, and began begging to be used and fucked by them, in the usual utterly needy fashion... The chains still dangled from her tits, shaking and turning as she pled to be used... Both women eyed her with dismissive smirks - they knew of course she no longer wanted to play this game or service lesbians. But Jackie had trained the little slut perfectly; she always managed to act and look like she was desperate for a good fuck from her Mistresses. On the surface, she was always dying to bury her pretty head between their thighs to give them pleasure and she loved everything they did to her - even all the endless humiliations and punishments were rightful and natural prerogatives of her owners and she was deserving of every disgrace visited on her... But one could see through the act - Sarah thought that just tingled her pussy all the more. It was so much more fun this way... "Hush slut" the fat accountant stopped her. "You will serve the pleasure of your betters soon enough..." She took out a cigarette. "We got couple of trips planned for you..." she said taking a puff form the cigarette. Almost surrealistically, Cindy recalled the days when she did not allow any smoking in her apartment. Those days had been when her friends - smart, educated, beautiful and classy girls like herself - were the visitors. Or potential boyfriends, who were handsome and rich.... Now she was kneeling in the middle of her living room in an apartment for which her father still made the mortgage payments, and she was begging on her knees to be raped by filthy lesbians and looked like she was dying to be their little lesbian fucktoy... "Tomorrow, back to Brooklyn" Liz chimed in. She was the one with all the tattoos all over her muscled arms - she knew the fat tattoo guy, her auto shop was just a block away. "We gotta do a bit more decorating on our property...!" Cindy was doing a poor job of hiding her terror. "No tattoos this time..." Liz explained helpfully - "piercings actually - one on each tit, so we can hang and attach things when we feel like.... And a few on the tongue of course - I love getting eaten by a slut with tongue piercings... It feels sooo good...! I'm still undecided on the pussy... And Billy is really looking forward to working with you again!" All three women laughed at this, even as Cindy shivered on the floor. Jackie had put on her clothes and was walking about. "You are happy to be decorated for your owners, aren't you slave?" she asked firmly. "Yes, Mistress" Cindy replied desperately, she could not risk more punishment, not again... "Whatever you see fit Mistress - I am always happy to please my Owners, Mistress...." she said anxiously, trying to make sure she looked like an enthusiastic participant in her own deformation... "Good girl" Jackie replied, taking a seat. "But first, tonight..." Sarah spoke again, taking another puff from her cigarette - she could not find any ashtrays around so simply dropped the ashes on the floor. "We're going to the Pink Velvet - we can't wait to finally show off our slave to all the dirty dykes there!" Sarah produced a package and took out a piece of clothing from inside... "And this is what you'll be wearing..." She held it up and turned it around for everyone to see: It was a tiny, white, nearly see-through satin gown, resembling the outfits of Roman slave girls. It barely came down to mid-thigh, and was wide open at the sides, held together merely by a couple of bows on each side, with a super deep cut in the back... Cindy could see right away how flimsy and small it was, it'd be well beyond any respectable attempt at looking sexy -instead a mere excuse to flaunt herself like a slut and provoke everyone at sight. But the worst thing was at the front, even though it was flat and showed no cleavage: There was a big, glossy print in dark red with gold sprinkles: "Lesbian Slave Girl - Your Wish is My Command" "This is all you'll be wearing, nothing else slut... Well, except for your slave collar and the biggest pair of high-heels you got..." Sarah said in hilarity. Cindy looked up at them and the costume, barely managing to hide her dismay - the idea of going back to Pink Velvet was bad enough - but to go to that place, which was after all a normal bar, even if a lesbian one, as a freely advertised sex slave was just too horrible and humiliating to ponder... She was sure she'd have to walk out of the apartment wearing that thing, too, they'd get a cab, stand in line, order drinks at the bar... wearing that humiliating ridicule of a cloth with the mortifying print on it... She wanted to die and disappear right then. Both Sarah and Liz were smiling with evil glee... Liz jumped in merrily: "Honey, tonight, you will eat more pussy than you have ever imagined... I'm sure all our friends will be very impressed with our acquisition!" "But you start with us" Sarah said, unzipping her pants with a loud sound. "Get to work slave" Sarah ordered, as she slid off her pants. Liz was undoing her pants, too - she would be next. And Jackie was already pondering if she should go for a fourth before the gang made their way to Pink Velvet... But then, she figured, perhaps having her pussy eaten at the back of the bar would be more fun... And maybe she'd catch another white little slut who wanted to be dominated by a big black dyke...! Cindy Silver Eyes /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/ cse1986@rocketmail.com ***** Do you like my story? So, what is it that you like then? The one thing that you really like the most? Please let me know: cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only pay-off in writing, really...!) *****