Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Old Spice
Title: Mean Girls
Part: One.  Chapters 4 and 5.
Summary: Two mean girls exact their revenge on unsuspecting men.
Keywords: Ff, Domination, Humiliation, CBT, Pain, Femdom, 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.



   Mean Girls

   Chapter Four.

   By OldSpice.

   Situated along the city's seedy waterfront the 5th Street warehouse had
a storied past.  Since the early days of prohibition it had been a hotbed
of criminal activity and the headquarters to many of the cities most
notorious crime bosses.  Its reputation as a safe haven for illegal
activity was made possible by the numerous bribes paid to an ever growing
list of officials from law enforcement to city government.  It would become
the perfect place for the Mean Girls to set up shop.

   Only one obstacle stood in their way. . .

   "This scum won't be so easy to get," Tiffany confided in Buffy. 
"There's almost nothing in the public record about him, looks to me like
someone has sanitized any mention of his activities.  No newspaper articles
or video; even the city records don't mention him.  Shit, I can't even find
his birth certificate."

   "I'm glad to see your putting that fancy education of yours to good
use," Buffy said.

   "You keep working your computer while I pursue another angle.  And don't
worry so much, every man including a scum bag like Charles Gruber has a
weakness and once we find it, we'll own him!"

   * * * * *

   Months later outside a small coffee shop two beautiful young woman sat
sipping lattes quietly discussing their next move. . .

   "Apparently," Buffy said in a hushed voice.  "Our secretive crime boss
keeps all of his important business on a laptop locked away in that damned
warehouse of his."

   "Really? . . .  Hmmm just how do you propose we get that laptop?  We
just can't walk into his fortress one night and steal it from a locked
safe."

   The accomplished Dominatrix flashed her lover a sly smile as she paused
and took in the beautiful sunrise.

   "Wait, I know that look, there's something you're not telling me,"
Tiffany protested.

   "Well lover, we'll just have to get someone else to do the dirty work
for us.  Buffy said with an evil grin.

   "Have someone in mind?" Tiffany asked giving Buffy a quizzical look.

   "Well. . .What if I told you I'm already in the process of turning one
of Gruber's trusted bodyguards to our side."

   "Go on." Tiffany prodded.

   "He's one of those big cock small brain types that we both love to play
with." Buffy answered in a hushed voice.

   "Just take a look at this video I took of him last night." She said,
sliding her cell phone across the table.

   The video was of a naked muscular man in his mid forties crawling around
on his hands and knees mewing like a newborn calf.  His wrists and ankles
were shackled by stainless steel manacles and his ass was stuffed with a
black horse tail butt plug.

   "Look at the camera and hold your face still, mommy wants to take a few
more pictures." Buffy's off camera voice ordered.

   Tiffany was astonished at how quickly Buffy was able to strip a man of
his dignity and reduce him to nothing more than a sniveling worm.

   "You never cease to amaze me, how did you manage to turn him so fast. .
.Mommy?" Tiffany said with a smirk on her face.

   "Hey. . .I happen to like being called mommy," Buffy playfully snapped
back.

   "But to answer your question It was really quite simple.  After a few
late night sessions with our pet, the police chief, I was able to persuade
him to bring me a confidential file from the district attorney's office. 
Something you couldn't get access to from your computer.  That's how I
found Mr.  Bodyguard."

   "Then one night I followed him to his favorite bar and once I got him
drunk enough he poured out his life's story.  And like all stupid men I
whispered a few carefully chosen words in his ear and he practically begged
me to take him home and beat him.  He kept calling me mommy and that he'd
done some very bad things and needed to be punished." Buffy said in a
mocking voice.

   Tiffany laughed and handed the cell phone back to her lover.  "This is
all very interesting," Tiffany mused out loud as she lit another cigarette.
"But how is enslaving him going to get us that laptop?"

   "Oh. . .  Did I forget to mention the other little thing about him."

   "Your killing me here, out with it." Tiffany said.

   "I managed to get him to tell me he's the only other one besides Gruber
who knows the buildings alarm codes and has a key to the main office.  He
even knows the combination to the safe.  Now all we have to do is persuade
him to get it and give it all to Momma."

   Several perverted ideas popped into Tiffany's imagination.  "This sounds
less like work and more like fun now," She said.  "I'm getting wet just
thinking about the possibilities."

   Buffy reached across the small table and gently removed Tiffany's
cigarette from her hand and took a long drag as she paused deep in thought.

   "Instead of slaving over your computer tonight, why don't you join me.
Besides, I have a special surprise in mind, it arrived yesterday from
Columbia.  But that's as much as I'm going to tell you, you'll have to see
for yourself tonight."

   "Hmmm, sounds very Buffy - ish. . .And evil, I like. . .will you at
least give me a hint?"

   "I'm going to introduce him to The Devil's Breath." Buffy whispered.

   "What the hell is that?" Tiffany asked with growing perverted excitement
in her voice.

   Before Tiffany could say another word, Buffy leaned in and clamped her
wet lips on to hers, her tongue invaded Tiffany's mouth without a moments
hesitation.  The surprised blonds clit quivered, her nipples became erect,
her pussy begged for attention.

   Tiffany swooned, at the surprise attack of Buffy's passionate kiss.  She
could taste Buffy's nicotine and lipstick flavored tongue as it dominated
her mouth.

   "I sure like the way you tell me to stop talking," Tiffany breathlessly
whispered after Buffy broke off the kiss and finished her cigarette.

   "Ok. . .  I'm in, I can't wait to see this plan of yours unfold."

   * * * * *



   "Strip and assume the position in the middle of the room." Buffy ordered
as she and Tiffany pushed their way past Dawson with two large black duffel
bags in tow.

   Mike Dawson quickly followed her command and removed his pants and shirt
then knelt with hands behind his head.  He could feel the two gorgeous
women watching his every move as he stripped.  His cock was now fully erect
in anticipation of a wild night of sex.

   While their latest victim eagerly disrobed both women walked through his
small apartment making sure they were alone.  Satisfied, Buffy locked the
door and turned to face the naked bodyguard.

   "Mommy has decided that you have behaved very badly and need to be
disciplined," Buffy said as she opened one of the large black duffel bags
and began removing its contents.

   "Yes, I have.  I've been very bad Mommy, Please punish me." Dawson said
as he cast his head submissively to the floor still believing this was just
a game.

   "Oh. . .  we will," Buffy said with conviction in her voice.  "Now lets
get started, I'm going to have Tiffany help prepare you for tonight's fun,
just do as we say and we'll make tonight something you'll never forget."
Buffy said as she winked at Tiffany.

   Dawson could barely contain himself as lurid visions of a threesome with
these two vixens played around in his mind.  He'd show them what a real man
could do he thought.

   The Mean Girls smiled at each other at the sight of Dawson's obvious
arousal they knew from past experience that their victims would allow them
to do anything as long as there was a promise of sex involved.

   A half hour and several cigarettes later the Mean Girls looked down on
their new toy, both felt confident that Mike Dawson would soon be joining
their growing stable of broken men.

   Dawson could hear the two women's high heels clicking on his hardwood
floor as they circled him testing his bonds.  Once satisfied, both women
turned their attention to his couch and pushed it to the middle of the
room. Buffy motioned Tiffany to grab Dawson's right arm while she grabbed
his left and together they lifted him up and onto his couch, facing him
towards the back rest.

   "Close your eyes and place your head over the back of the couch and arch
your ass high in the air." Buffy ordered as she motioned for Tiffany to
stand behind the couch and grab his head.

   Tiffany grabbed Dawson's head and held him in a vice like grip.  Her
high heels and long legs were at the perfect height for his nose and mouth
to fit snuggly between her muscular thighs.

   Dawson struggle for breath as Tiffany pushed his head deep into her
musky crotch.

   A few minutes later he felt the familiar pressure of Buffy's massive
horse tail butt plug against his asshole.  This time however there would be
no lubrication, just dry hard plastic painfully raping his tender butt
hole.

   "But first, pardon the pun, before we get started I need to soften you
up."

   Buffy gazed into Tiffany's eyes and held her stare as she began to force
the tip of the massive tool into her unsuspecting slave.  Once the tip
popped past his anal ring she methodically began to sodomize Dawson.  First
slowly, then hard and fast.  To increase his humiliation and establish her
dominance she began to simultaneously squeeze and pull on his cum filled
balls.  The sadistic redhead knew just how to hurt a man as she continued
to stretch his ball sack with one hand, digging in her nails, and pump the
butt plug deeper into his anus with the other.

   Tiffany joined in now on Dawson's humiliation as she began to trib her
sex back and forth on his nose and mouth , timing her thrusts with her
lover's vicious rape of his asshole.

   "I love you," Buffy whispered to Tiffany as she continued to torture
Dawson's ass hole.

   "STOP, You Bitches, this isn't fun anymore. . .  Release me NOW!. . . 
Or I swear I'll kill you both right here!..." Dawson yelled into Tiffany's
swollen labia.

   "Oh...no, Mommy's little man is getting angry, Buffy.  "He wants us to
let him go or he will KILL us. . ." Tiffany said in mocked alarm.

   "I'm afraid that's not what's going to happen tonight," Buffy replied.
"The only one who might die is you, after all you're the one who's tied up
and helpless.  We're in control now and tonight you're going to be just
another male dumb fuck who's only value to us is to watch you suffer."

   "Naah, no, no...  please, stop!" Dawson managed to blurt out before
Tiffany jammed his face back into her crotch.  Buffy slowly continued to
push the massive butt plug deeper into his anus.

   "Oh God, no...  nooo....." The last "no" turned into a wailing kind of
cry as inch after inch of Buffy's butt punisher pushed into his virgin ass
hole spreading him painfully wide.

   He stopped struggling as this seemed to make the pain worse and just
waited to be fully penetrated.  He even arched his in an attempted to make
his rape easier for the dry plastic invader.

   Buffy sensed his attempt to ease the pain and purposely slowed down her
pumping and even let the plug slip out of his ass several times allowing
his tortured sphincter to shrink back to its former size.  Then without
warning slam it back in again forcing even greater pain to thunder through
his body.

   "Do you think your pathetic threats will work on us?  Whatever part of
you still thinks you're in control ends tonight." Buffy said as she buried
the thick butt plugs base deep into Dawson's asshole and stepped back
releasing his ball sack.

   "OW!  Oh, aaaaah...  Please," Dawson screamed into Tiffany's pulsing
pussy as she let out a loud moan of her own enjoying her orgasm.

   "Pace yourself, Tiff, the night is still young." Buffy put her hand
against her crotch and pushed two fingers up into her moist slit.  "You're
ours now, little man.  And I've got a lot planned for you."

   She stared into Tiffany's eyes for a few seconds, then pulled her
fingers out of her pussy and reached across Dawson's bound body and wiped
them casually on her lover's lips.

   "You can have the rest later." She winked.

   Buffy turned and rummaged through her bag and brought out a four foot
cloth covered lamp cord.  It was one of her favorite instruments of
punishment.  She had broken many a male with just this.  She especially
liked how it left little bits of cotton threads in their wounds slowing the
healing process while prolonging their suffering.

   "Tonight you WILL suffer and when we're done with you, you're GOING to
be a shameless, cum-guzzling, anal whore, I promise." Buffy spat out as she
began to pummel Dawson's Butt cheeks.

   The former Army Ranger was no stranger to cruelty, but as the whipping
became more violent and the pain increased the once tough bodyguard began
to crack.

   Buffy rained blows down on him again, and again, constantly assaulting
his male pride with a never ending barrage of humiliating small cock
insults and threats of castration.

   "Mommy wants you to count for me." Buffy yelled.

   "Yes, Mommy." Dawson said through gritted teeth.

   SNAP.  "Nghh!  Three." SNAP.  "four..." He tried to move his head to see
what Buffy was using, but Tiffany quickly snapped his head forward and
placed her pink manicured thumbnails in both his eye sockets and began to
apply pressure.

   "Try that again, worm, and I'll pop your eye balls right out of your
head." She hissed.

   Dawson had no choice but to continue counting as Buffy struck his ass
over and over again.  Raising several raw bloody welts on the firm flesh.

   "...twenty-eight..." WHACK.  "ah, Naaah...  twenty nine..." SNAP! 
"...thirty..." Humiliated and degraded he quietly broke down, as Buffy
stopped and stepped back to admire her work.

   "Won't be long now." Buffy said finally breaking the silence.

   Tiffany removed her thumbs from Dawson's eyes allowing him to move his
head.  As she stepped back Dawson glanced up into her face and was shocked
by the contrast between the young blonds disarming beauty and her cold
cruel stare.

   A feeling of dread suddenly ran through his body and he quickly realized
he had stupidly allowed two very dangerous women into his apartment.  These
cruel bitches have something far more sinister in mind for him he realized
too late.

   Unfortunately Dawson was completely helpless to do anything about it
now. Earlier while still under the influence of their devastating beauty
and the promise he had allowed himself to be placed in bondage.  His wrists
were bound together behind his back by thick plastic zip-ties and his legs
had been painfully spread wide apart by a steel bar that had been shackled
to his ankles.

   He was securely tied to the couch by several ropes.  One of which was
looped around his neck threatening to cut off his air.

   While Tiffany guarded their helpless male, Buffy took a small bag from
her purse and disappeared into the kitchen.

   "Keep him busy for a few, Tiff, while I whip up a little surprise for
our new toy." Tiffany moved and stood behind Dawson's bound body and lit a
cigarette and admired the bloody welts on his backside..  She watched as
tiny beads of blood oozed down his butt crack.  That's really got to hurt
she thought to herself with satisfaction.

   The tall cruel man-hater smiled an evil grin as an idea suddenly came to
her.  I'll keep him busy alright she thought as she leaned over and
whispered in his ear.

   "I'm really surprised at how small your cock is, I bet you have real
trouble pleasing a woman with that little thing."

   "Bitch...  FUCK YOU!" He yelled.

   Dawson struggled trying to break his bonds and put an end to this, now
that there was only one in the room with him maybe he had a chance he
thought.  If he could free himself he'd show these bitches just what he
could do with his cock right before he killed them.

   "Aw don't get all worked up Mr.  Bodyguard, I may have just the thing
you need to relax."

   Tiffany donned a pair of black latex gloves and with a cigarette
dangling from her pink lips she placed her left hand on the small of his
back, reached down and grabbed his now limp cock.  Dawson jumped with
surprise when he felt her powerful fingers encircle his manhood.  She began
with a normal even paced stroke slowly milking him like some prized Bull.

   "That's it just relax and let me help you feel better, you can trust
me." She cooed.

   His dick responded almost immediately as Tiffany expertly pumped the
blood back into his now rock hard cock.

   "There, see, doesn't that make you feel better." She said through a
cloud of smoke.

   The desire to escape quickly evaporated from Dawson's mind as Tiffany's
relentless hand began to seduce him.

   After just a few minutes of successive strokes, Dawson moaned in protest
as Tiffany gradually slowed the pace down and began to purposely loosen her
grip around his cock.  The sadistic blonde smiled to herself at the
intensity of his moans.

   Dawson had forgotten his anger and humiliation for the moment, now only
wanting her expert manipulations to continue until he came.  But to his
disappointment and frustration the strokes became insanely slower, and her
grip looser.

   With each stroke the build up of pleasure was becoming intense, almost
painful.  The sadistic milking had become so slow that Dawson could barely
feel her fingers brushing the skin of his tender shaft.  Her slow strokes
pushed all other thoughts from his tortured mind.

   Every time her fingers would brush past his circumcision ring it would
trigger a microorganism to rush up his spine.  Dawson was delirious with
animal lust; he mewed loudly and begged Tiffany not to stop.  Just one more
stroke was all he needed, he kept thinking, just one more powerful stroke.

   But Tiffany had other plans for the helpless male and it didn't involve
giving him the pleasure of an orgasm.  She quickly removed her cigarette
with her left hand and crushed it out on his tender butt cheek and released
his cock all at the same time.  Then with one smooth motion she cruelly
smashed her knee directly into his sperm filled ball sack crushing his
blood engorged nuts.

   Dawson's screams of pain filled the small apartment as he struggled
against his bonds.  Much to Tiffany's delight he began to sob; then he
attempted to beg, but abruptly fell silent when he heard her sadistic
laughter.

   Just then Buffy re-appeared from the kitchen carrying a small glass tube
filled with white powder and carefully placed it on the coffee table.

   "When you're done playing with our new toy, please bring me the other
duffel bag, it's next to the front door." Buffy said as she stretched a
second pair of black latex gloves over her first pair.  Can't be too
careful around this shit." She said with apprehension in her voice.

   "So you still haven't told me what that stuff is," Tiffany asked as she
moved the heavy duffle bag next to the couch.

   Buffy paused and gave Tiffany a serious look before she answered. . .

   "Its street name is the `Devils Breath' and it comes from a tree grown
only in South America.  It's said that once a person breathes the power
into their lungs it will instantly eliminate their free will leaving them
open for any one to control.  The beauty of it is, once it wears off in a
few days they won't remember anything about what they've done."

   "No shit," Tiffany exclaimed as she opened the duffle bag and removed
Buffy's modified Israeli gas mask.  So that's why you brought this."

   The mask had it's protective filter removed and a plastic bong
attachment added to the end of it making it Buffy's party toy of choice
when it came to forcibly converting her anti smoking victims into life long
chain smokers.

   Within minutes Dawson's face was enclosed in the vice like grip of the
rubber airtight mask muffling his pitiful cry's for mercy.

   "Now all that we have to do is introduce this fine powder into the
bottom of the bowl and let his own lungs do the rest." Buffy said.

   While Tiffany climbed up and straddled Dawson's back, pulling his head
up and holding it still, Buffy filled the reservoir of the bong with a
small amount of the powerful white powder.

   Dawson looked on in horror as own breath began to push the powder all
around the mask filling it with a fine white mist.  He managed to scream
once then everything went black.

   Days later he woke up naked in his apartment his dick caged and a note
on his coffee table.

   "You have new bosses now, we'll contact you soon for your next
assignment."



   Mean Girls

   Chapter Five.

   By OldSpice.

   John Fields stood at the steel door of locker 26.  Tired, dirty and
homeless he reflected on how quickly the two women had been able to take
over his life.  In just a few hours they had managed to have him locked him
out of his apartment and taken all his money and deprived him of his most
valued possession, his cock.

   After spending a sleepless night on a park bench he waited in the cold
dreading his next encounter with Buffy and Tiffany.  He worried that
yesterday's ordeal was just the beginning of his continuing nightmare.

   John's heart skipped a beat as the door opened and a naked black woman
motioned him inside.

   "Take your clothes off and pile them here." The anorexic looking black
woman said as she locked the door behind him.

   The naked woman looked to be in her thirties about 5 feet tall, her
small sagging breasts and large milk bottle nipples were stretched out and
well used.  Her hairless pussy looked like it had seen lots of action as
well.

   John recoiled in horror at the sight of two large weeping sores; one
prominently perched on her vaginal lips and the other just above her upper
lip on her mouth.  He quickly realized that she looked just like the crack
whores he had seen on the internet, right down to her kinky short afro,
chipped red nails, large red lips and rotten teeth.

   "What the FUCK are you staring at!" she yelled.  "Your late, are you
really going to keep mistress waiting any longer?"

   John jumped at the commanding tone of her voice and quickly took his
clothes off as ordered.  "Follow me." She yelled back at him as she hurried
down the hall.

   Even her small ass seemed to sag, John thought as she led him down a
series of confusing hallways then down a few flights of stairs until they
entered a large warehouse where Ms.  Buffy was waiting.

   "You're late, again!  Little man." Buffy said as she turned and
addressed his escort.

   "Tunisha, I think our little pervert needs a lesson in obedience, don't
you?"

   While the two women discussed his fate, all John could do was stare
lustfully at the woman who had locked his cock in a cage and held the key.
She looked the part of a true dominatrix in her tight white silk blouse,
red leather hot pants, black leather waist corset, sheer tights and thigh
high black leather boots.

   Try as he might John couldn't keep from fantasizing about Ms.  Buffy. 
Dressed like she was in her fetish outfit and severe makeup her very
presence seemed to cloud his mind making it impossible for him to control
his stiffening cock.

   Unfortunately for John his cock cage had other ideas as its sharpened
tines began to embed themselves into the shaft of his tender cock exacting
their cruel and painful reminder of Buffy's control over him.

   "Put this collar and leash him then take him to locker 15 and introduce
him to Kimberley." Buffy said with a sinister laugh.

   Tunisha walked behind John and buckled a thick leather collar around his
neck then led him by a leather leash to locker 15.

   The 12 by 12 room had a stained concrete floor with a large drain in the
middle.  It's one hanging light reflected garishly off the corrugated metal
walls.  An old rusty exam table and a stool in the corner dominated the
room.

   "Lay down on the table." She ordered.

   "What are you going to do to me?" John meekly demanded.

   "Oh no you didn't, don't you talk to me like that, I'll cut the shit
outta you so fast your own momma wouldn't recognize you.  Now shut the fuck
up and git your skinny white ass on that table.

   John quickly gave in and crawl on to the cracked leather cushion of the
aging table.

   "Now scoot yourself all the way down the table to the end.  That's it,
now lie back and put your hands by your sides."

   Tunisha pulled out the stirrups of the exam table and adjusted them wide
apart.  Taking each of John's ankles she securely bound them to the
stirrups.  After tying down his head and arms she removed his cock cage. 
She now had complete access to all of John's body.

   John's state of arousal was evident to Tunisha as his little dick began
to grow once removed from his cage, producing copious amounts of clear
sticky liquid as it reached for the ceiling.

   "We're going to play a little game." She said as she scraped her chipped
red nails up and down his exposed inner thighs.

   John recoiled at the thought of someone like her touching his body with
her dirty hands.

   "Don't touch me!" John whined as bitter tears trickled down his cheeks.

   "What, afraid you might catch something." She sneered.

   Just then the steel door opened and a young girl with long blond
pigtails entered the room.  She was carrying a high school book bag on her
shoulder and looked to John to be about 16 years old.  She appeared to be
clean and well kept in her blue pleated skirt, white knee high socks white
saddle shoes and tight white sweater.

   Just like many of the girls he'd seen at the school down the street from
his apartment.

   "This is Kimberly," Tunisha said in a cheerful voice as she pulled the
stool up between Johns wide spread legs.

   "Say hello to John, Kimberly."

   "Hi Johnny." The young girl said as she slowly walked around his
restrained body pausing to inspect his small cock.

   "That sure is a cute looking little dick you have, it sorta reminds me
of a wiener, does it get any bigger?"

   John's face flushed red with humiliation as he struggled against his
bonds and began to protest.

   "It's plenty big, it's not cute, and stop calling it a wiener."

   "Ok. . .ok," Kimberly giggled.  "You like blow jobs Johnny?  I hear one
of us gets to slobber all over your little Oscar Meier today."

   John's mind recoiled in horror at the thought of a crack whore winning
some perverted contest to suck his precious cock.

   "Nooo . . .get that dirty crack whore away from me, please, don't let
her touch my cock with her filthy mouth. . .Please."

   John was terrified at the thought of Tunisha's mouth with her open sores
drooling all over his cock.

   Both women giggled and ignored his pitiful begging.

   "Ok, here's the rules to our game," Tunisha announced with a hint of
amusement in her voice.  One of us is gonna stand on your left side and the
other will stand on your right and you get to pick who will suck your cock
dry.  Understand?"

   "The game sounded easy enough." John thought.  All he had to do was
choose whatever side Kimberley was standing on.  "This will be easy." He
thought.

   "Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention," Tunisha chuckled.  You have to
choose with the lights off."

   "Whaa. . .No ...  NOooo ...  Wait!" John yelled too late as the room
went pitch black.

   John fell silent, all he could hear were muffled giggles as the two
women slowly circled his bound body.

   "John," Tunisha's voice finally broke the silence from the dark.  "You
agreed to play our game so I'm gonna give you one more chance to pick a
side."

   John shook his head in the dark, "I don't want to play.  I want my life
back.  THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!"

   Tunisha stopped and stood between John's legs and raise a clenched fist.
"Listen, John." She spat his name out as if it were a curse, "You no longer
have a choice here, you are mine, Ms.  Buffy gave you to me to do whatever
I want."

   And with those chilling words Tunisha smashed her fist down with amazing
power against John's unprotected groin.

   WHACK!!!!

   "UHHHHHHH!!  OW!!  OW!!  NO, PLEASE, NO!  NO!!" John screamed.

   Tunisha continued.  Each cruel punch was more vicious than the previous
one.  John's tiny boy nuts began to swell and turn an angry shade of red
that deepened with each punch.  His primal screams, became more
ear-shattering, and saturated with pain, as the beating progressed.

   "Ok...ok I'll play, just please dear gawd stop ...  STOP!" He begged.

   Tunisha reluctantly stopped her sadistic assault then along with
Kimberly resumed circling like two hungry sharks waiting for him to choose.

   "K . . .Kkk Kimberly is on my Left, oh dear gawd please let her be on my
left...I pick left." He finally managed to get out.

   It got very quiet for an eternity until John felt two hands cradle his
head from behind and soft lips capture his mouth with a fiery passionate
kiss.  Her tongue soon forced its way into his reluctant mouth bathing his
tongue and mouth in gooey saliva.  John slammed his eyes shut and prayed it
was Kimberly passionately kissing him and not that skank Tunisha.

   The lip lock was abruptly broken as his mystery lover began trailing
little kisses and nips across his face, over to both of his ears, and down
his neck.

   The kissing stopped as his mysterious assailant moved to sit down
between his wide spread legs.  John felt her hot breath wash up against his
crotch as she grabbed his tenderized boy sized balls with one hand and
began to message them.  With the other hand she raised his penis and slowly
began to pump it up and down forcing long low moans to escape from his
mouth.

   Suddenly he felt her soft lips on the tip of his penis then an electric
shock fly up his spine as she sucked his growing manhood into her mouth.

   "This is wonderful," he thought as she toyed with his purple cock head
in her velvety smooth mouth.

   She took her time and tasted his cock with her tongue and explored its
every feature.  She nipped around the ridge of his cock head with her teeth
and wormed the tip of her tongue into his pee hole making little suckling
sounds as she captured his precum and hungrily deposited it in her mouth.

   John grabbed on to the sides of the table with all his might as he tried
to convince his terrified mind that Kimberley's mouth was the one so
expertly sucking his cock and not the sore riddled mouth of a crack whore.

   The suckling mouth soon made it impossible to concentrate on anything
else but the expert attention it was giving to his cock.  The mystery woman
repeatedly pushed his manhood in and out of her throat all the way to the
root.  Forcing his balls to slap up against her spit soaked chin.  Again
and again she slid his cock into her mouth pumping and thrusting.

   Realizing it was too late to do anything now; John relaxed against his
restraints and stopped fighting the relentless mouth as it expertly worked
to drain his cock.

   His tormentor stroked his cock in and out and pressed her lips around
his shaft working her tongue around it, feeling the smooth skin of his boy
cock, sucking his cock into her mouth, licking along the underside of his
cock, licking around his swollen purple head and hungrily tasting his
precum.

   John began to moan and quiver.  "OOOhh, I'm going to cum, I'm going to
cum!"

   Her sucking became more urgent and her pace quickened as she pumped his
erect boy cock into her hungry mouth.  As if summoning his orgasm from deep
inside his body she began to moan and groan with a vibrating low rumble
that penetrated deep down to his prostrate filling him with unspeakable
pleasure.  John's precum flowed from his cock as she wrapped her hand
around the base of his shaft, stroking and milking him.

   John felt his cock throb and pulsate then erupt pumping his cum into the
mystery woman's hungry mouth . . .

   An hour later with his cage re-installed and fully dressed, Tunisha
pushed him out of the steel door and back onto the street.

   "Take this key, Tiffany has given you permission to sleep in your old
apartment tonight.  Make sure you take your blood pressure medicine and be
back here 9am sharp tomorrow, don't be late."

   "Wait . . .  wait." John begged.  "Please tell me which one of you
sucked my cock?"

   "You better hope it was me," Tunisha laughed.  "All I gots is herpes. 
Kimberley gots the worst case of oral gonorrhea the health department has
ever seen.  She's already on her fourth course of antibiotics in 4 months."

   "Nooo . . .  ," John screamed as the steel door abruptly slammed in his
face. . .  "Nooo!"

   End Part One.

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