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 Author: Old Spice
Title: Mean Girls
Part: One.
Summary: Two mean girls exact their revenge on unsuspecting men.
Keywords: Ff, Domination, Humiliation, CBT, Pain, Femdom, Forced
Smoking.



   This is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken as a guide for your
real life activities and I take no responsibility for your actions.

   Written by Old Spice.

   All rights protected under the Berne Convention, all similarity to
persons living or dead is solely coincidental and unintentional.



   PROLOGUE

   Mean Girls

   By OldSpice.

   Witness the sad life of one John Fields.  A poor lonely little man who's
only mistake was to attract the attention of two Mean Girls.

   Watch as he becomes caught in an ever increasing web of Blackmail, pain,
perversion and domination.

   Mean Girls is the story of two very beautiful lesbian girls who know how
to make you suffer.  If you think you know evil, then guess again!

   These lesbian man haters will stop at nothing to destroy every male that
has the misfortune to attract their perverted attention.

   Experience the red headed vixen, Ms.  Buffy the ruthless dominatrix who
will use every device, drug and technique to destroy her targets manhood
and reduce him to a sniveling loser.

   "John watched with lustful fascination as Buffy's blood red nails
captured then encased his cock in the evil looking device.  His poor dick
was no longer his property.  Bitter tears began to well up in his eyes as
the full impact of what was being done to him sunk in.  Everything was
methodically being taken away from him and by the look on Buffy's face she
was enjoying every minute of it.  "

   Bask in the sheer ecstasy of the tall blond and dangerous Ms.  Tiffany
as she rapes your bank accounts and perverts your soul leaving you broke
and your cock useless.

   "Yes, this is Mrs.  John Fields and I need to place a security lock on
both my husband's checking accounts and credit cards.  Yes, I'll hold."
Tiffany said confidently as she blew plumbs of smoke in the air and flicked
the ashes on the carpet.

   Before you go to bed tonight, grab your cock and pray you never let the
Mean Girls get their hands on it ...  or kiss it goodbye!!!

   Mean Girls a thrilling new short story about freedom lost and the
triumph of perverted lesbian domination!

   ********************************************************************

   Mean Girls

   Chapter One.

   By OldSpice.

   Two sweaty bodies wrestled for dominance in the dark.  Buffy, the
oldest, quickly gained the advantage over her younger lover and straddled
Tiffany's stomach trapping her arms against the sweat soaked mattress. 
Tiffany countered with several violent moves trying to buck the smaller
redhead off her.  But Buffy had prepared for this and leaned down and began
passionately kissing the trapped girls sensitive neck.

   "That's not fair." Tiffany breathlessly moaned into the dark room.

   Buffy slowly nibbled her way to the girls mouth and slipped her tongue
past her lover's parted lips, muffling her protests.  The taller athletic
blonde was reluctant to admit defeat at first, but soon relaxed her muscles
and surrendered her mouth to Buffy's invading tongue.

   Buffy released Tiffany's slender arms and began stroking her breasts
while kissing her.  Tiffany mewed and moaned like a trapped animal as Buffy
teased her areola with her sharp nails then trapping her nipples between
thumb and forefinger pulling and twisting the rubbery flesh.  She abruptly
broke off her kiss and focused her attention on Tiffany's firm breasts. 
She sat back up and clamped one hand around the younger girls neck while
moving her other hand behind her back and lightly stroking her firm tummy,
purposely teasing every inch of the submissive blonde's torso slowly moving
her hand further down to the top of her vulva.

   Buffy slid her hand over Tiffany's smooth mound and onto where her clit
was, and began long leisurely strokes.  She could sense her lover's
excitement begin to build as her breathing became more labored.  Tiffany's
vagina became wetter by the minute as Buffy probed her swollen lips more
aggressively now quickening the pace.

   "Please let me cum this time!" Tiffany pleaded in the dark.

   The young blonde began to move her hips up and down as Buffy pressed
harder now, while increasing her grip on Tiffany's neck severely
restricting her air intake.  The domineering redhead knew how much pressure
to apply to her submissive lover and watched her face turn several shades
of red until she was close to passing out.  Tiffany began to shiver as her
first orgasm exploded and she grabbed Buffy's wrist holding it to her neck
and stared into Buffy's eyes begging her to continue.

   Buffy didn't stop, she continued to apply pressure to both Tiffany's
slim neck and slippery clit.  Her second orgasm came faster and violently
shook her body.  Both were soaked with sweat as their intense lovemaking
pushed through the night.  Tiffany came a third time, though not as
powerful as the first two.  She pushed Buffy's arm from her neck, while
Buffy moved to lay back next to her.  Both were silent for a while and then
Tiffany said, with a horse voice, "Do you think he heard us?."

   Buffy got up on one elbow and looked at her lover.

   "I hope so.  It would make things so much more interesting if he could
somehow still get an erection after all the things we've done to him."



   * * * * * *



   Fourteen days in his new apartment and John Fields already felt like a
lucky man.  For a week now he had been watching his two neighbors across
the courtyard as they lounged in full view dressed in the skimpiest of swim
suits.  Soon he had given in to his most basic male instinct and grabbed
his small candle thin cock and masturbated himself to distraction.  Through
his closed curtains he would spy for hours watching both women sensuously
cavorting back and forth feeding his perverted imagination.

   Then one night while doing his laundry both women walked in to the
laundry room and immediately his life changed.

   Tiffany and Buffy were two of the most beautiful young women he'd ever
seen.  Tiffany was tall and blond about 19 he guessed with ample firm
breasts, blue eyes and a bubbly personality that oozed sexuality.

   Then there was Buffy, she was everything he had ever fantasized about.
At 5 foot 6 inches the 20 year old red headed vixen with full pouting red
lips and nails to match had quickly devoured him with her hungry coal black
eyes and made no attempt to hide her obvious interest in him.

   As they stood in the cramped space of the laundry John became aware of
how close the girls stood next to him.  Both wore tight jeans high heels
and tank tops their braless hard nipples straining against the flimsy
fabric leaving little to his imagination.  Quickly as if they had done this
before he was maneuvered in between their gorgeous bodies holding him
hostage in their tender trap.

   As the room became filled with the musk of their intoxicating perfume
both young women began to work their magic on him.

   "So, what's your name?" Buffy asked in a sultry voice as she traced her
red nails up his bare arm.

   "Ummm, John aah Fields." He stammered out, finding it hard to
concentrate.

   "What's your apartment number?" Tiffany chimed in.

   "Apartment 1021." He obediently answered unable to resist their
aggressive assault.

   Tiffany leaned in closer and snaked her left arm across his lower back
and deftly pulled his cell phone from his pocket before he could react.

   "Oh, look how late it is." She faked surprise, as she waived his cell at
his surprised face then stuffed it into her pocket, quickly joining her
friend at the exit.

   "But, my phone." John exclaimed.

   "Don't worry lover." Tiffany cooed, "You'll get it back soon enough."
She laughed as both girls disappeared down the hall.

   30 year old John Fields woke up at 3am to the ringing of his living room
phone.  Who could that be he wondered as he stumbled from his bed and
answered the phone.

   "H...  Hello ...."

   "How fucking long have you been spying on us?" The harsh voice of Buffy
asked in mocked anger.

   John was startled by how demanding the woman's voice was.  In his
current state of sleepy confusion, his foggy mind struggled to answer the
angry woman's questions.

   "Ummm ...  Who is this" He sheepishly answered.

   "Who is this!, you pervert." The angry woman screamed at him.  "I'm one
of the girls you've got pictures of on your phone.  Are you some kind of
stalker?  Have you been playing with your little wiener while you watch
us?" She demanded.

   John was shivering all over now, it was becoming all too clear who this
mysterious caller was.

   "Answer me, are you a stalker or just a pervert?" She barked.

   "Yyy ...Yes." He reluctantly confessed.

   "You stupid little disgusting perv I just recorded this whole
conversation and your confession.  So if you don't want the police
involved, make sure you show up at 9am sharp, apartment 821 and don't be
late or I let them have your phone and this recording."

   "Wait. . ." John pleaded but Buffy hung up before he could say anything
else.

   For the rest of the night John restlessly tossed and turned in his bed
worried about what was going to happen and wondering how he was going to
get his phone back.

   John reluctantly showed up at the apartment as Buffy had ordered.  After
ringing the bell and waiting almost 10 minutes Tiffany opened the door. 
She was wearing a black bikini, black 5 inch high heals and smoking a
cigarette.

   "Oh." She said with disinterest.  "It's the little pervert from across
the courtyard and look he's 10 minutes late."

   John was overcome with lust at the sight of Tiffany's firm breasts
barely contained by the thin black material of her bikini.

   The towering figure of the six foot tall blond dominated the slender
almost petite little man of 5 feet 5 inches.  His longish dark hair and
soft brown eyes, full lips and skinny legs and arms made him look pretty,
almost too pretty to be a man.

   Tiffany made a mental note of that for later.  A little lipstick and
some mascara and the right clothes could make her a little extra money on
the side after Buffy got tired of him.  Either way the little man would
never be the same after they got done with him.

   "Come in, take your clothes off and leave them near the door." Tiffany
said as she closed and locked the door behind him.

   "What. . ." John stammered in disbelief.

   "Are you stupid or just retarded." Tiffany yelled.  "I said TAKE YOUR
CLOTHES OFF. . .NOW!"

   John slowly started undressing and when he took off his pants he
realized, to his horror, that he had a hard on.

   "Oh my God, Buffy." Tiffany yelled to her friend in the other room. 
"You gotta come see this, he's got a little tiny hard-on."

   John turned red with humiliation as Tiffany broke out in laughter at the
site of his small manhood proudly straining against his white jockey
shorts.

   Just then Buffy walked in dressed in a black lace teddy and red high
heels, her raven red hair and light complexion contrasted with her bright
red lips, blood red nails and piercing blue eyes.

   John stood trembling as both women began to circle him like two hungry
felines who had just trapped a mouse.

   "Take the rest of it off, I want to see just how tiny you really are."
Buffy demanded.

   John began to tremble as he slid his undies down and off and stood there
in front of them, his barely 4" anemic cock hard as a rock.

   "Looks like we've got your attention," Buffy giggle.  "So let's play a
little game, shall we." Her dark penetrating eyes looking deeply into his.
She quickly moved behind him and crouched down then reached around his
boyish body and grabbed his small pale ball sac in one hand digging in her
sharpened red nails and positioning her fingers so she could cruelly
increase pressure on his sensitive nuts.

   "I'm going to start squeezing, like this," she said, squeezing her hand
and digging in her nails just enough to make his nuts ache and keep his
attention.  Buffy then reached around with her other hand capturing his
shaft and began slow, up-and-down strokes.

   "If you manage to control your little weiner and make it shrink then you
can put your clothes back on and leave.

   Buffy said with an evil smile as she slowly began to expertly pump his
pale circumcised weiner back and forth coxing little droplets of precum
from his cock head.

   "But if you're the little pervert we think you are and can't control
your disgusting member then you will be very sorry you met us."

   John knew he was in over his head.  He sensed Both Tiffany and Buffy
only wanted him to fulfill some evil agenda and based on Buffy's expert
attention and manipulations of his cock it would be next to impossible for
him to pass her test.

   Tiffany could hardly control her excitement watching their pitiful
captive squirm as Buffy confidently worked to bring this drama to an
explosive climax.

   The very sight of this sub-human struggling against Buffy's relentless
pumping and the look on his face was priceless Tiffany thought.  she saw
the confidence in Buffy's eyes, something that could only come from s
natural domina.

   John groaned as Buffy's sweet hand urgently and slowly stroked his
aroused member.  The ache caused by her crushing hand around his nuts sent
sharp pains throughout his body.

   Buffy got a rush of arousal from hearing John's labored breathing and
feeling him twist and squirm between her strong arms.  She knew from
experience that he was completely under her control and she could end this
anytime she wanted to.

   Buffy and Tiffany had played this game countless times, many a man had
fallen victim to their expert domination and humiliation.  Both knew that
the intense ache John felt throughout his midsection was almost
overpowering.

   Tiffany admired her lovers skills as Buffy subjected their soon to be
pet to exactly the correct balance between cock stroking and painful ball
squeezing to give him just enough stimulation to prolong his suffering.

   John yelled.  He bucked.  He twisted.  He begged Buffy to stop, to let
him go before it was too late.

   "Please, please I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, just let me go!"

   Tiffany nearly came at the sight of the little man squirming under
Buffy's relentless abuse.

   She watched with great interest as the little pervert struggled against
Buffy's relentless stroking and squeezing.  The pained expression on his
face was priceless.

   John fought an internal battle he wanted her to go to the finish line
and force him to cum but the fear of what they had planned for him if she
won was almost too much to contemplate.

   Tiffany's insides tingled as she witnessed the drama play on.  She felt
the flow of sticky lubricant drip from her pussy.

   Buffy brought him closer, John yelled for her to stop but she
steadfastly increased the pressure on his nuts along with the stimulation.

   John endured what felt like hours of ball torture.  Then his tormentor
began to pump faster and faster.

   "Here it comes." Buffy said with confidence.

   John screamed as his cock erupted with an intensity he would never be
able to describe.  Buffy reveled in her triumph over her new toy.

   Pitiful Spurts of lumpy pale sperm dribbled from his cock and pooled
into her hand.  Only then did she release the pressure on his balls.

   She allowed him a few seconds to enjoy his ejaculation, then quickly
smeared her slimy hand over his face and punched him in the stomach just
above his flaccid cock making him double over in pain.

   "You're all ours, bitch!" Buffy said with victory in her voice.

   "Tiffany go get the cock cage and bring it here."



   Mean Girls

   Chapter two

   By OldSpice.

   Within just a few months of their un-holy union, an urban legend began
to quietly spread about two beautiful coeds who trolled the bars and
nightclubs of the city.  Posing as innocent young college girls they would
entice their un-suspecting victims into a dark world of blackmail,
financial ruin and slavery.

   To Buffy it was all about the challenge.  How much punishment, pain and
cruelty would it take to destroy a man's fragile male psyche?  It usually
came down to destroying the pride he had in his almighty erection.  The
young red heads true calling lay in her ability to crawl inside her
subjects head and prey on his deepest fears.  Even the strongest man was
unable to resist her techniques for very long.  It was sometimes surprising
to Tiffany how quickly her lover could make a proud mans rock hard cock
into nothing more than a limp worm unable to please themselves let alone a
woman.

   The broken male was then handed off to Tiffany.  Her evil mind knew no
bounds when it came to finding fiendish ways to drain his financials; she
would methodically twist the broken male into something useful for their
evil purposes.  She used blackmail, lies and drugs to continue the
transformation into a sex slave or sissy slut to be sold overseas to the
highest bidder.

   The rumors eventually reached the Chief of Police Roy Masters.  But he
refused to investigate such unsubstantiated claims with the excuse that no
one had ever found any evidence or come forward with a complaint.  Little
did anyone know, Police Chief Masters lived a dual life and had already
been enslaved and forever trapped in the sordid world of domination, drugs
and blackmail that Tiffany and Buffy created.

   * * * * * *

   Roy Masters was fat and pudgy, some would even call him greasy looking.
But tonight the balding 50 year old chief of police felt like the luckiest
man alive.  After being fed drinks all night by two of the most beautiful
young women he'd ever seen, he was now just minutes away from being
entertained in their apartment.

   Buffy drove his car while Tiffany kept their intoxicated victim
distracted in the back seat.

   The Chief was overcome by her passionate embraces and constant
attention. As she drew her face closer to his, Roy's mouth attempted to
passionately seal to hers only to be playfully disappointed by her pulling
back just at the right moments.

   "Oh, honey.  You're so handsome." Tiffany softly cooed in his ear, as
she intimately wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck.

   Roy's heart fluttered, enjoying the sensation of Tiffany's firm breasts
and hard nipples as she squeezed up against his flesh.  He sighed, trying
to cast out all fears that this was just a dream brought on by too much
alcohol.

   Driving into darkened streets and alleys, Buffy expertly took every
precautionary step in ensuring their prey's total confusion as to their
location and destination.  She drove slowly giving Tiffany ample time to
ply her devious skills on the chief, reeling him in and making the
disgusting pig totally helpless in her hands.

   "We'll be there soon, lover." Buffy whispered to her partner.

   "Good, just a few more minutes and our little man will be as helpless as
a baby." Tiffany giggled.

   Tiffany turned her attention back to Roy and transfixed her eyes upon
his.

   "Do you want to kiss me, Roy?" Tiffany whispered.  "Does my little man
want a kiss?."

   "Yessss ...  Please." Roy desperately blurted out, giving in to the
growing tidal wave of emotion he felt for her.

   The pathetic fat pig was now putty in her hands, she thought.  A steely
heartless rage built up inside her as she coolly prepared herself for what
she was about to do.

   Tiffany's fingers moved to Roy's blushing cheeks and guided his face
closer to her pink pouting lips.

   "Close your eyes...  and think only of me." Tiffany cooed in a softer
tone.

   With that, Roy closed his eyes and raised his head to meet her parting
lips and nodded "yes" with lustful certainty.

   "Hey...!" Roy yelled, his eyes snapping open to a sharp stinging pain
that pierced his neck just below his ear.  "What did you doooo"

   Seconds later Tiffany pushed the chief's seemingly lifeless body to the
floor, pulling the empty syringe from his neck.

   "Ok baby," Tiffany said to Buffy.  "Let's get this fat pig to the
warehouse for a little fun."

   Later that evening, Roy began to sober up only to find himself
handcuffed to a large eye bolt above his head.  He shivered uncontrollably
as his naked body began to shake off the effects of the drug and alcohol
the women had used to subdue him.  The large drafty warehouse was dimly lit
accept for a spotlight that shown brightly near its center.  As his mind
cleared he realized that Buffy was standing just a few feet away from him.
She had changed from her evening gown into a stunning fetish outfit that
sent shivers of excitement and fear down the chief's spine.  Dressed in a
full body black latex cat suit and red stiletto high heels, her raven hair
was pulled back in a pony tail and her makeup had been expertly applied in
shades of black and dark red making her already severe appearance more
sinister.

   She was standing next to a large wooden chair in the center of the room;
its many leather straps, metal hooks and clear plastic hoses were
illuminated in the garish light that shown down upon it.  Four video
cameras had been placed in strategic locations their evil purposes were not
yet made clear to the helpless chief of police.  He watched with growing
anger as Tiffany who now carried a cattle prod walked in from another room
and dropped a heavy black duffle bag next to the chair.

   Buffy opened it and pulled an item out and held it up in front of the
chiefs face, "Know what this is pig?"

   Roy hadn't seen it before, but, based upon some of the twisted stories
he had heard around the station, he was pretty sure it was a butt plug...
and worse, a large studded butt plug covered with deep veins and large
ridges.

   The chief tried to gather his strength and stammered, "Uh...  ahhh... 
Do you know who I am? ...Ummm...  I'm the fucking chief of police.  I'm
going to have you both arrested and charged with kidnapping!" "Now let me
go." He demanded.

   Buffy laughed viciously as she put on a pair of black latex gloves and
began smearing thick black paste all over the 10 inch studded plug.

   "We know who you are, pig." That's why we chose you!"

   "NOoo...  Oh please...  SHIT...  don't...  do this!" he begged, the full
impact of his situation beginning to sink in.

   Buffy laughed as she secured the studded greasy butt plug to its
brackets on the chairs seat.  She motioned to Tiffany to release their
captive from his cuffs and push him towards the chair.

   "Too late for that little man, now get your fat ass over here and sit on
this NOW!  Or I promise you it will get a LOT WORSE!"

   Roy's attention focused for the first time on Tiffany.  She had changed
from her evening dress as well and was now wearing a black riding jacket,
white cropped pants, white lace ascot, black hat, and black boots.  The
look on her pretty face made him shiver as she release him from the eye
hook and pushed his naked body towards the chair.

   Roy desperately searched for a way out but he knew he couldn't get far
before one or both women overpowered him.  He reluctantly hobbled his way
to the chair noting his ankles were also bound making it hard to move
quickly.  Gently he lined his ass hole up with the slippery butt plug and
started to impale himself on it.

   "Faster, piggy, we haven't got all night!" Buffy chuckled as she watched
Roy wince while lowering himself onto the plug.

   Roy groaned, "OH FUCK...  SHIT...  GOD DAMN!" as he felt the plugs
polished steel studs and heavy black rings worm their way up his virgin ass
into his most intimate area...  "DAMN IT ...  please..  its starting to
itch ...and ...burn!"

   "Make sure the cameras are rolling, Tiffany, we don't want to miss a
single moment of this." Buffy said to her lover.

   Sweat began to run down the chief's bloated face as the shear
humiliation of what he was being forced to do while being video taped sank
in.

   "Damn, can you imagine how much money these tapes will be worth?"
Tiffany giggled out loud"

   Roy moaned again as he tried to lower himself further onto the nasty
Butt plug, "Oh please ...  please don't make me go any further..  this
fuckin hurts!  I promise, I won't press charges."

   Buffy motioned Tiffany to come closer and guided her hands on to Roy's
shoulders and said softly in her ear, "Straddle him, lock your legs around
his middle and place all your weight on him."

   Roy's breathing became ragged as he felt the full weight of Tiffany
begin to press down on him.  "NOoo Please I can't take this anymore. . . 
It's TOO . . .  BBBig!"

   Buffy laughed again, "Oh poor little piggy doesn't want to play anymore?
I can guarantee after a few weeks of this, you will beg to have your ass
stuffed!  Now SHUT THE FUCK UP and take your punishment!"

   Before Roy could protest, Tiffany raised herself up and plopped her full
weight down with all her might.

   Roy was taken totally by surprise.  The weight from above forced him to
sit down on the chair.  It happened so fast.  One moment the butt plug had
just barely started to part his tight hole, and the next moment it plunged
deep into him and locked itself into place.

   "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...  GOD DAMM...  NOOO...NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He
screamed.

   Tiffany threw her arms around the suffering chief's head forcing his
face in to her breasts and held her position enjoying Roy's wild gyrations
while muffling his screams of pain.

   "By the way little piggy." Buffy sneered.  "The stuff I coated your new
best friend with contains among other things Black Tar Heroine.  By next
week you'll be an addict as well as ...other things." Buffy said with a
hint of mischief in her voice.



   Mean Girls

   Chapter Three.

   By OldSpice.

   This is the world that poor John Fields was quickly being introduced to
...

   Buffy tied John's hands behind his back then pushed her stunned victim
to the couch and quickly forced his skinny legs apart exposing his limp
wiener.  Next she forced his ankles apart and tied them to a spreader bar
she had hidden under her couch then tied his knees to the leather straps
she had installed near the arm rests.  When she was finished, she stepped
back to review her work.  John was totally immobilized.  There was nothing
he could do to protect his genitals which were totally exposed and
accessible.

   A wicked smile crossed her face as she knelt down, grabbed a piece of
thin rope and tied one end of the rope around his ball sack.

   "Please . . .Don't hurt me." John whimpered.

   Buffy chuckled, "Oh it's too late for that," she said pulling John's
balls towards the front of the chair.  John nervously looked down and saw
his balls were now stretched out onto the center of the couch cushion.  His
eyes widened as he realized Buffy was tying the other end of the rope to a
hook in the middle of the stretcher bar.

   When she finished, she tightened the rope a little more which caused
John to yelp.

   "It hurts!"

   Buffy laughed, "You think this hurts, just wait till later."

   As if to prove her point she took hold of the rope and pulled it just a
little tighter.  John winced as he felt his balls being stretched out even
further.  He couldn't take his eyes off of his poor balls which were now
totally exposed and vulnerable.

   Next, Buffy retrieved a small steel ball pein hammer from her stash
under the couch and placed it between John's legs.

   John tried to pull his knees together for protection but Buffy's expert
bindings made that impossible.

   "OH MY GOD, ...  please, please...  NO!" he cried.

   Buffy smiled as she patted John's balls gently.

   "Don't worry little man I have a lot more planned for these babies. 
It's gonna be a lot of fun hearing you scream."

   John watched with horror as Buffy walked over to her desk and pick up
his cell phone.

   "Oh please what are you going to do with that."

   Buffy just laughed as she stepped in front of the couch and started
snapping off a bunch of pictures with his cell phone.

   "Please don't take any pictures of me like this."

   "Sit still, I'm getting some really great shots of your small little
wiener.  These pictures will come in handy later."

   John started blushing as he tried to guess what she meant by, "Come in
handy." Tears filled his eyes as he imagined Buffy sending his pictures to
his friends and family or posting them all over the internet.

   Buffy put the cell phone down, picked up a short piece of thin rope and
tightly tied it around the base of John's now hard cock.

   "This will help keep you hard and make it harder for you to cum next
time." Buffy announced.

   OH GOD, please no more pictures and please don't show them to anyone...
I'll do whatever you want...  I promise."

   Buffy patted John's purple cock head and chuckled, "Oh don't worry
little man, you'll do that anyway...  and I'll show them to whoever I want!
Now let's see, I need a little something else for these next few shots."

   John trembled as he resigned himself to this incredibly humiliating fate
and prayed silently, that it would end soon.

   Just then Tiffany emerged from their bedroom with a black box and handed
it to her lover.  She could hardly wait to see the look on the little
perverts face when he realized what this was.

   The little man wasn't the usual type of male they liked to play with,
weak and non-threatening as he was; it was his own fault for what he had
done so he had to pay.  Tiffany thought to her self.  And pay dearly.

   "Good choice," Buffy said giggling.  "This should keep our little man
out of trouble."

   While Buffy sorted through the box of various barbed stainless steel
rings, Tiffany untied Johns cock and dug her pink nails into his purple
cock head until he lost his small erection.

   Buffy soon picked just the right ring sizes to fit his small cock.  She
forced his semi-flaccid cock into the barbed chastity device and then
brought the rings together down his shaft and around his ball sack locking
them securely in place with a stainless steel padlock.

   John watched as Buffy's blood red nails expertly captured then encased
his cock in the evil looking device.  His poor dick was no longer his
property.  Bitter tears began to well up in his eyes as the full impact of
what was being done to him sunk in.  Everything was being taken away from
him and by the look on Buffy's face she was enjoying every minute of it.

   While Buffy took her time placing the sinister device on Johns abused
cock, Tiffany grabbed a bottle of pills from her drug stash and quietly
left their apartment with John's keys and made her way to his apartment. 
Upon entering she lit a cigarette and began searching his small apartment.
She soon located his checkbook, credit cards and car title then sat at his
desk and made a few phone calls.

   "Yes, this is Mrs.  John Fields and I need to place a lock on both my
husband's checking accounts and credit cards.  Yes, I'll hold." She said
confidently as she blew plumbs of smoke in the air and flicked the ashes on
the carpet.

   "Yes, I want to protect our accounts from identity theft and I'd also
like a courtesy call every time anyone attempts to use these accounts.  The
account numbers are ..."

   In just an hour, Tiffany had made several phone calls arranging to have
John's car sold his door locks changed, his mail rerouted and his cable and
phone disconnected.  Phase one of their revenge had been accomplished.

   "Now for the fun stuff." Tiffany said to herself as she walked into
John's bathroom and opened his medicine cabinet.  It looked to her like he
was a bit of a health nut by all the vitamins he had, she'd make sure to
use that against him.  A little more searching and she found what she was
looking for, a full bottle of blood pressure medicine.  She opened the
bottle and dumped its contents down the toilet, replacing the pills with
the ones she brought with her.  "This should really fuck him up."

   Next, before leaving she walked into his kitchen and opened his
refrigerator and found a fresh container of soy milk.  "Just as I thought,
a real health nut." She said to herself, as she opened the container and
poured the remaining pills into it...

   "Stand up, Buffy ordered after releasing John from his bonds.  Now
listen carefully, pervert, there's no way you can remove this device
without our help.  If you try, the razor sharp barbs imbedded in the steel
rings will cut into your balls and you'll probably bleed to death.  Just
get used to wearing this, it's designed to keep you from reaching a full
erection no matter how aroused you get.  Now turn around and grab your
ankles."

   John reluctantly turned his naked backside to Buffy raising his butt
high in the air as he grabbed his ankles as ordered.

   "Hmmm, your asshole looks un-touched, have you ever been fucked in you
ass?" Buffy demanded.

   "Nnnn ...  NO!  Never." John protested.

   "Good, good.  I so love a virgin asshole.  Once we're done with it,
you'll be begging to have this little guy stuffed 24/7."

   "PLEASE ...  Oh please I'm not ...  Not my ass ...I'm not GAY!" John
sobbed.

   "Please, why are you doing this.  I said I'd never spy on you again,
just let me go." John begged as bitter tears flowed down his face.

   Just then Tiffany entered the apartment and gave Buffy a knowing wink.
"It's all done lover." She said with a broad smile.

   "Aww, did I miss anything?  Look's like our little man is upset."

   "He'll be ok, he's just getting used to the new accessory I installed.
Buffy said with a proud smile.

   "Now get dressed, Buffy commanded and from now on you will address us as
Ms.  Buffy or Ms.  Tiffany, do you understand?"

   "Yes ...  Ms.  Buffy." John replied as he dressed himself and prepared
to leave.

   "One more thing," Buffy barked.  "Be at the 5th Street Mini Storage
locker number 26 by 9am tomorrow morning sharp.  Now get the fuck out of
here!  "

   End Part One.

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