Amber Johnstone

Archive name: Amber Johnstone.HTM (F/FFF, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: Amber Johnstone

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I was jealous.

Amber Johnstone is a sassy twenty two year old with shoulder length brunette hair, pouting lips, green eyes and a pointy chin in a skin perfect, blemish free face. When she smiles the corners of her mouth turn up, she also has a habit of narrowing her eyes when she looked at you. She can be very warm and provocative with the simplest of smiles, the hint of what might follow. Men simply fall over to please her and most girls seem to bask in her attention.

She simply looks good, she has the type of figure that men lust after and women wish were theirs, her breasts are small but firm, her legs long and slender and her buttocks jiggle as she walks.

She dresses for effect. Amber likes people to look at her; so, her skirts are always short: her jeans clingy, especially over her tight butt; each show off her long slender legs to perfection.

She enjoys jewellery, always wearing several earrings in each ear and several rings on her fingers. She also has a tattoo, but only the most intimate of friends have seen it.

As if her looks weren’t enough, then Amber has money and real charm. She was one of those girls who’d been born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. Everything that she wanted she had, everything that I could have wanted she had. She was everywhere, cheerleading, debating, head of class. She was the number one all round top honcho and I hated her for it. As I said, I was jealous of her, simply for the reason that I wanted what she had.

In the three years we’d been at college together I had successfully avoided anything beyond the most tertiary on contacts. Our classes hadn’t really overlapped and our social circle was different. Whereas some of my friends bemoaned her existence, I could simply smile and congratulate myself on simply avoiding her. I could never resist the odd catty remark but found few others prepared to encourage me.

Then, quite suddenly, all that changed. Amber became part of my circle, the same classes, and the same parties, even the same men. It was only then that I realised that I never actually saw her with a man, a real boyfriend. She had men friends, but always at arms length. It was because of that and the wine I’d drunk that one night I foolishly offered up the suggestion that she might be a lesbian.

I’d forgotten that I made the remark by the next day and couldn’t understand the murderously dirty looks that Amber was giving me. It gave for an uncomfortable few days but nothing else. When Amber stopped being obnoxious, then I even forgot that. It was getting nearer and nearer to exam time and they were more important than Amber’s dirty looks or possible lesbianism.

College started to break up for the spring break. It was usual for the majority of students to head home, only the over sea’s students and a few students such as myself stayed in the halls of residence.

In my case it was simply impractical to travel from New England to California for a few days break. There wasn’t even an incentive to do so. I had no really close family, simply friends who allowed me to crash on their floor. My folks had separated when I was a kid of six and I hadn’t even spoken to my pa since my twelfth birthday. I didn’t even know if he was alive. My mother after dabbling with drugs, booze, men and religion had finally found a church that had embraced her. It discouraged earthly pleasures such as daughters and I’d last spoken to mum the Christmas before last. All of this meant I had no reason to be anywhere other than in my rooms.

I was dozing on my bed; the sunlight was streaming through my room window, warming the room. I had a local rock station playing quietly, the DJ’s voice a low hum, which interspersed the music. I hadn’t locked my door and didn’t hear it silently open or close. The first thing I knew that my privacy had been invaded was when Amber’s caustic voice shattered the silence.

“So you think that I’m a lesbian!”

The sound of her voice as much as the subject made me jump but before I could move I was being crushed beneath a welter of bodies. I struggled, who wouldn’t, but hands, knee’s and legs seemed to appear from no where to pin me down on my bed.

I wanted to yell but pretty soon all my energy was needed for the fight and so we struggled in silence; the only sounds were the grunts of my assailants as I tried to fight then off. I tried everything, punches, biting, kicking, anything that might have dislodged them. Gradually they beat me down. Amber managed to straddle me and sat down hard on my stomach. It drove the air from me and for a precious moment, I lost my capacity to resist.

It gave them the chance they needed. I realised that apart from Amber, two other girls where assaulting me. Amber was sitting on my chest, fighting against my efforts to dislodge her. I knew that someone else was now sitting across my legs, preventing me from using them as leverage, finally someone else was trying to pin my hands down.

Eventually they won, partly I was exhausted and partly their combined weight was slowly crushing the breath from my body. It was getting hard to breath let alone fight, and odds of three to one meant everything was in their favour. As I weakened, they simply tightened their grip on me. It reached the point that I was too tired to fight and that they had won anyway. So, I stopped fighting and everyone seemed to relax.

Amber was still sitting on my chest; she hadn’t really fought with me. She’d just sat there like a queen on her throne whilst her underlings subdued me. I glanced past her and saw that one of my assailants was a girl called Anna May, she’d been part of Amber’s entourage for years. Anna May was a skinny, thin-featured girl with dirty blonde hair. I had to twist my head to see that other was a girl called Julie. I had thought that Julie, if not a friend, was at the very least on my side, now here she was pinning my arms above my head. Julie was another blonde, a muscular girl who worked out at lot. She could probably have beaten me on her own.

The silence that fallen across the room was broken only by my gasped breathing and occasional grunts as Amber or Anna May adjusted their positions. I guessed that it was no good playing innocent; if I remembered the events correctly then Julie had been present when I expounded my theory as to Amber’s lesbian.

The only option I appeared to have was to wait and see how Amber would extract her revenge. Perhaps if I were complaint then she’d finish whatever she was planning sooner.

“You should have kept your stupid mouth shut.” Amber hissed.

She was right there, less wine or more discretion, and I wouldn’t be where I was now. I kept my thoughts to myself. Somehow, I didn’t think Amber was going to accept an apology.

“I wanted to sort you out weeks ago, but Jule’s said that this week was better, that I’d have more time to convince you just how right you were. Waiting has simply allowed me to plan things all the better. I am really going to enjoy this!”

As she spoke Amber shifted forwards until her knees were either side of my head and kept me looking straight into her face. She was wearing jeans otherwise; I might have been staring at her knickers.

It took a second for her words to really sink in. I had been right! She was a lesbian, which probably meant that Anna May and Julie were also. I was being pinned by three lesbians! She smiled as she saw the impact her words had on me.

Julie now had my hands pinned above my head whilst Anna May was seated securely across my thighs; with Ambers weight on my chest, I was a virtual prisoner.

“What’s up? Cat got your tongue?” Laughed Amber. “Afraid of what a lesbian might to do you?” She menaced.

I summoned up my faltering courage. “Alright. I was out of order. I was drunk and.” Thwack! Amber slapped my face, not once but on both cheeks. It hurt, my cheeks stung and the simple physical shock silenced me.

“You speak only when told!” Amber threatened. “That’s right, isn’t it girls?”

Anna May and Julie chorused their agreement.

“Tie her ankles.” Amber commanded Anna May. I thought about fighting, but that would only bring another slap. So I didn’t resist Anna May as she looped cord around my ankles and drew it tight.

“Done.” She called.

“Now her wrists.” Amber ordered.

I struggled this time, the prospect of having my hands bound was more frightening, but Julie already had the looped cord ready and with Amber and Anna May’s assistance, my wrists were soon as securely tied as my ankles. Julie still kept hold of my wrists, keeping them high above my head.

Amber sat back with a smile of cold satisfaction on her face. “Now we can begin.” I was shaking. I couldn’t help myself. I was suddenly genuinely frightened. Amber could see the fear in my face.

“Frightened?” She asked. “You can answer!” She laughed at her own feeble joke.

A low laugh from either Julie or Anna May showed they were enjoying the joke and my growing humiliation.

“Well?” Amber demanded

“I’m sorry!” I started and once again received two slaps. Apart from hurting me, the blows made me realise just how helpless I was.

“Answer the question you stupid bitch!” Amber snapped.

I drew in my breath. “I’m frightened.” I admitted.

“Of what?” Amber demanded. She was enjoying this, enjoying how she was both scaring and embarrassing me. I could feel rather than see that both Anna May and Julie have moved closer. I felt surrounded, over powered and utterly helpless.

“Of what you might do.” I whispered.

Someone tittered. A hand stroked my cheek, another hand rubbed up my skirt, brushing against my bare skin. I froze, my eyes locked on Amber’s. She glanced over her shoulder. “That skirt should come off.” She suggested to who ever was still stroking my legs. The hands left me and suddenly I could feel my skirt being tugged down. I looked up into Amber’s cold, calculating face. I didn’t dare speak, I just hoped that she would understand the look of terror on my face and show mercy. It was a hopeless idea. I lost my skirt and with it came the grim realisation that this day would only end when Amber and her confederates wished it to.

Amber picked up my skirt, casually sniffing the thin material before casting it away. “What do you think we are going to do to you?”

“I don’t know.” I whispered. I was almost ashamed to make eye contact with her.

“Look at me!” she demanded

I did so.

“What are you expecting, should Anna May fuck you? Perhaps you fancy Julie more? Maybe me? Yeah I think that its me you really fancy. Yeah, you want to lick me out?” She wriggled further forwards until her denim covered crotch hovered above my mouth. “Just think Bitch, just think how close you are to my cunt.” She was staring down at me. The dominance of her position was not lost on me. “If not for this.” She brazenly rubbed the crotch to her jeans. “You’d be in a very privileged position.” She lowered herself until her crotch was resting on my chin. “I think you start to understand your position.” As she spoke Amber laughed at her own joke, then she sat down, right on my face, smothering me beneath her.

At first, I didn’t realise quite how desperate or dangerous my position was. Sure, I was being pinned, sure I was bound, sure I’d lost my skirt but all that palled into nothing as I began to struggle for breath. Amber was suffocating the life out of me and there was nothing I could do to prevent it happening. Sure, I struggled, sure, I fought, but there is only so much you can do, and the more I struggled the more Amber squashed down and the more desperate my position became. I was just starting to see stars when Amber lifted her butt off my face. I gasped in a precious lungful of air, and then she sat down again and once more, I endured a battle for survival.

After ten I stopped counting the number of times that Amber’s butt almost suffocated the life from me. I was just grateful that she always allowed me a breath of air between suffocations, and then suddenly she moved away. I just gasped in the air, my lungs hurt, my face hurt, both from the slaps and from Amber’s weight.

“My turn!” Anna May announced. She wriggled forwards, her eyes gleaming, and a faint flush on her cheeks, she was excited. I barely had chance to breath before Anna May replaced Amber on my face. She followed the routine established by Amber, suffocation then a breath followed by suffocation. Anna May ignored me. She talked to her co-assailants, oblivious of me, pausing only to lift her ass off my face.

Soon Julie replaced her, as each of my captors took it in turns to suffocate and squash me. Julie was the heaviest and squashed my face into her butt. With Amber and Anna May the smothering had been painful and frightening, beneath Julie I couldn’t even move my eyelids. I had to just lie there, trying to forget my helpless position.

At last Julie tired of her torture. I was bruised and abused, a helpless doll to be used as they saw fit. If I’d have had any notion of fighting my way out of this then the continual suffocation drove the idea from my tortured lungs.

“Untie her!” Amber commanded as Julie finally slid from my face. “She’s going no where.”

She was right. I was just grateful to lie there, drawing in the air and for a few brief moments being free of their suffocating asses. I don’t know who but either Anna May or Julie untied me.

Amber was comfortably sitting in my room’s sole easy chair. She sat there issuing orders, laughing at my plight.

“Now strip her.” She laughed and Anna May and Julie joined in. The two women fell on me like dogs on their prey. I was weak, even weaker than I had imagined. I could offer only the most token of resistance. They stripped me, so casually and efficiently that in a matter in a minute I was naked before them. “Now, the fun really starts.” Amber crossed the room, as I watched she unzipped her jeans and stripped down to her black pants. She kept on her tee shirt. “We are going to take this nice and slowly, but by the time we have finished you will lick cunt like the best.” She climbed onto the bedsides me.

I’d stopped fighting and my mouth was dry with fear, quite why I wasn’t sobbing was a complete mystery, save for the fact I was completely terrified and almost resigned to my fate. Anna May held my hands above my head as Amber straddled me. I stared up into the stained crotch of her black panties then I was engulfed. I managed one last deep breath before Amber squatted down on me.

Now, I could smell her, the strong and overpowering smell of her sex, and the scent of an aroused woman. Amber squashed down and now without her jeans as a buffer I was becoming buried inside her body, my nose was pushed into the damp crotch of her panties, so with her arse across my mouth the only breath I could take was saturated with her stink.

For the first time I discovered just how another woman smelt, how warm her flesh was. It was like nothing I could ever have described. Amber smelt of femaleness, a heady, heavy mixture of body odours.

Slowly Amber began to slide across my face. At first I didn’t understand but then as her movements become more frantic and her scent all, the stronger I realised that Amber was bringing herself off, using me as a living dildo! I could do nothing. I was nothing. Already in a matter of an hour, I could feel my self-respect being driven from my body.

“Ride her hard!” I heard Anna May laugh.

I tried to switch off, tried to blot out what was happening. I knew that whenever this nightmare finished I would have to carry on. The only interest I had been the need to keep breathing. What she was doing was irrelevant when compared with that.

Abruptly Amber climaxed, it was quicker and more intense than I had been expecting. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face deep into her convulsing cunt. She held me there until every last vestige of her climax had passed. I could feel how wet her crotch had become and how much stronger her body scent had become. Amber held me there, my face pushed into her stinking crotch, grinding my face into her.

Then she let me go. I slumped back onto the quilt, gasping for breath, trying to keep away from her crotch. A breathless Amber stared down at me, the look of pure triumph in her face was hard to accept. She knew that she had me that she’d won, that if that moment she’d offered me her cunt then I would have done anything she asked.

Slowly she moved off me. I was so weak that all I can do is just lie there, savouring the respite from her arse.

It was the briefest of relief’s as Anna May quickly replaces Amber on my face. She too has stripped down to her pants, and her excitement is obvious from the moment that my face is buried in her crotch. “Like that?” she gloats, smearing her ass across my face. “Little miss snooty where she belongs.” She continues to taunt me. I can only stare up between her thighs, stare at her hard little breasts and then into her sneering face. “I have wanted to fuck your face for months.” She grins, releasing my mouth just long enough for me to breath. I am beginning to match her rhythm, ready to gasp for each lung full of air, any air that isn’t saturated with the smell of her cunt.

Anna May takes her time. She is almost casual, chatting to the other’s as slowly she builds herself up. I continue trying to distance myself, to find somewhere in my brain where I can hide. It isn’t easy, the growing humiliation I am feeling is almost overwhelming me. I am almost past caring when the convulsions of her climax rip through her body and seem to draw me deeper into her cunt.

As Anna May’s climax recedes I can feel someone, I guess Julie, straddle my chest. It’s like a conveyor belt with each of my captors taking their turn in my humiliation. I know that as soon as Anna May vacates her seat then Julie will take procession of my face.

Only Anna May is in no hurry to move, as her come-saturated crotch obscures my vision she continues her tirade on me. “We should take her back now, we can really work on her back at the cottage.”

Even the hint that this torture and humiliation might not soon be over is soul destroying. I had clung to the hope that they would tire of their abuse and leave me, now something longer and infinitely crueller beckoned me. If I’d had any strength left then I would have struggled, I have none, what must be hours of abuse and oxygen privation have seen to that.

“Not yet.” I hear Amber’s casual reply. “She has to pass the audition, and if she does, then yeah, we’ll get her back to the cottage and start her education proper.”

As Anna May finally slips from my face I blurt out. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, but please stop.” I don’t care if they do slap me again.

Julie doesn’t even pause to answer, she straddles me and mashes down on my face and I draw in the first breath of her stink. I can hear Amber laughing. “We know that, you stupid bitch, but this is fun and you have no say in anything, not now, not ever again.” Julie has hold of my hair and is pulling my face into her crotch; she rubs herself against me. The crotch of her panties is thin, I’m almost inside her cunt, and I can feel the slippery walls as she presses harder. It’s a frightening moment. If the abuse had been bad before then suddenly I am being presented with the clear fact that the next time Amber sits on me, the next time she’ll be bare arsed.

Julie comes. She is the fastest of the lot and also the wettest. I almost drown in her juices as they flood through the crotch to her panties and onto my face. The slick sticky gloo is disgusting and I almost gag, only her weight on my face prevents me doing so.

Julie keeps me pinned beneath her, allowing me only an occasional breath. I keep seeing stars and fear that I’ll soon faint, but then that might end my torture and they have no intention of allowing me even that release.

As she rolls away Amber once more straddles me, but just briefly she settles for my chest. The look of triumph is all too obvious on her face. I can’t believe that all this is because of one stupid remark I’d made.

“You should understand where this is leading to.” Amber gloats. “Just in case you think we’re going to let you go. You have two routes from this room, one is to our flat and into servitude and the other is in a pine box, just like Belle Clement.” She lets that sink in. Belle Clement had been the most famous girl on campus for a brief spell last term. She’d been found suffocated in what the college and police said was a bizarre sexual game gone wrong. Now Amber was saying they’d had something to do with Belle’s death.

“You killed her!” I whispered.

“Lets just say we forgot to let her breath.” Amber paused to see how the very real fear and terror spread across my face. “Now what’s it to be, servitude or a box?” She had leant forwards and pulled my arms above my head. She was so close that I could smell the stale booze on her breath and she could see the tears trickling down my face.

“I don’t want to die!” I whispered.

“Who does?” Amber replied. She leant even closer and I felt her tongue on my face. “I’d know that taste anywhere.” She whispered. “Soon you’ll be able to tell each of us apart just by tasting our pussies, soon you’ll know what turns us on, soon pleasing us will be the only thing on your mind. “Now answer the question?”

I had a choice, if I believed her than servitude and all the ongoing humiliation that promised would be my lot. If I called her bluff, then the consequences were to frightening to consider. “Servitude.” I whispered.

“Louder, so that Anna May and Julie can hear.” Amber sat back on my chest.

“Servitude.” I repeated.

“Louder.” Amber insisted.

“Servitude.” I repeated.

“Louder.” Amber demanded.

“SERVITUDE!” I screamed and then started to sob uncontrollably.

I earned a round of applause and Amber climbed off me. “Good choice.” She stepped out of her panties. “Ever licked a cunt?” She asked as she climbed on the bed behind me.

“No!” I whispered.

“Ever seen one up close?” Julie suddenly asked.

“No!” I replied.

“That’s about to change.” She laughed.

Amber shuffled forwards, this time she was facing my feet. I stared up into the glistening pink folds of her sex.

“Have a good look.” Amber laughs. “You have to take very good of this, failure to do so and you will be punished.” As she finishes speaking Amber slammed down hard on my face, she smeared herself across me, so that my face seemed to be saturated by her juices, the more she smeared then the wetter she became. I couldn’t breath without globules dripping into my mouth. I held out as long as I could but eventually it was either suffocate or swallow. I chose to swallow.

As soon as I opened my mouth the first slick drops were on my tongue. It was disgusting, revolting, stomach churning. I didn’t have the adjectives to describe the sensation. Amber spread her legs wide, she settled above my face and demanded that I lick her.

I closed my eyes and tentatively touched her sex with the tip of my tongue; the same salty, pungent smell was transmitted into a taste on my tongue. I had to fight down the sensation to vomit.

“Keep your eyes open.” Julie commanded.

I did so, even though it meant I could see the tiny clear jewels of Ambers pre come forming on her sparse pubic hair. I was splattered with the tiny droplets, each time I reached into the folds of Amber’s sex, more juice flowed. I started to gulp and then swallow, much to the amusement of Julie, who was now only inches from my face and whispering commands on how to please Amber.

Suddenly Amber squashed down again on my face. I guessed what this meant. I still tried to use my tongue but Amber didn’t need me to do any more. She came, across my face, in my hair, as she rubbed herself frantically to her orgasm. I lay as still as I could manage. I had no further role to play save being her mount.

It was only the being of my nightmare, the beginning of my servitude. As soon as Amber had finished with me then first Julie and finally Anna May took her place, each took what they needed, each made me perform as they wished. I was a tool, a climax soaked and now exhausted tool.

In a matter of minutes I’d brought three women off with my tongue, I’d performed my first lesbian acts, sure in the knowledge that they wouldn’t be the last.

When finally each of them had climaxed on my face they left me alone. Such was their contempt for me that they didn’t even bother to bind me. They just left me exhausted on my own, now ruined, quilt.

Numbly I watched as they dressed. All the time they touched and teased each other, exchanged kisses and embraces. Finally they were dressed. Amber immediately left and I briefly entertained the hope that finally my punishment was over.

Julie came over and immediately dispelled that particular fantasy. She grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me crying to my knees.

“Now get dressed, just find a dress and a coat. You won’t need anything else.”

I tried to stand on very wobbly feet, how long had I been pinned on my back. It was dark outside, when did it go dark, six no, nearer to seven, how long then, four, maybe five hours. It was like walking on eggshells. I put one foot in front of another but could feel nothing. I reached my wardrobe and pulled out a simple dress and my long coat.

“Hurry up.” Hissed Julie.

I tried. Until now I hadn’t realised just weary and exhausted I was, now I knew. I was utterly drained of any energy; it was even hard to think. In the end I managed to dress whilst they watched but made no effort to help.

“About fuckin’ time.” Julie grabbed my arm. “We are going for a ride.” She laughed at the joke. “Plenty of rides.” She added with a laugh.

Anna May took my other arm. They were like detectives escorting a prisoner, as they marched me down the corridor, onto the lift and finally out of the building. We saw no one. They couldn’t have timed this better if they’d planned it.

Suddenly reality hit home. This was planned, maybe even the lesbianism was simply an excuse, and maybe I’d been a target all along. “You planned this!” I gasped.

“Of course!” Julie seemed amused at my innocence or was it ignorance “A lonely little slut, who’ll miss you?”

The enormity of what Julie said almost took my breath away. It was a tacit acknowledgement that I had been targeted, tracked, trailed and investigated. I was the perfect candidate for their evil plans.

Amber was waiting in a four-wheel drive. I was thrown almost bodily onto the back seat and again Anna May and Julie took up station either side of me.

“Blindfold!” I heard Amber say and Julie tied a scarf over my eyes. I didn’t resist. Then and only then did Amber kick the vehicle into gear. The blindfold did its job well. I had no idea the direction the journey took and I had no idea of time and distance. If they had meant to disorient me they were doing an excellent job. I was coming to the conclusion that they did nothing from impulse.

They all chatted, about college, money, anything and everything but me. It was if I wasn’t there, but then to them I wasn’t. I wasn’t a human being to be treated as an equal. I was furniture to be used otherwise ignored.

Eventually the vehicle slowed to a halt, and then started again, this time slowly and for only the briefest of journeys. Now my blindfold was removed, the half-light didn’t blind me but I was left with spots dancing in front of my eyes. The four by four was in a large garage. I waited until Julie tugged my sleeve.

“This way.” She was dismissive of me.

I followed Julie from the garage and into the home proper. She didn’t once look back to see if I was following her. I had to. I had no idea where I was, had no plan of escape. Julie knew all of this and in her confidence her distain for me grew.

We entered a large open planned room with an enormous viewing window. It was so dark outside that only the dim reflections from within the room showed up on the glass.

Neither Amber nor Anna May was present. Julie tossed her own coat on the floor. “Pick that up.” She ordered.

Still on shaky legs I obeyed. I was starting to realise that some of the shaking was from something other than exhaustion. I was actually terrified of what was to happen to me.

“We each have our own rooms, Amber’s overlooks the lake whilst mine and Anna May’s over look the forest. You have a room in the basement.” Julie instructed me.

She began to pour herself a drink. “I’ll expect you do this in future.” She crossed the room towards me. Instinctively I backed away. “Who told you to move?" Julie snapped.

“I. I.” I began but then a door opened and in walked Amber and Anna May. I gaped; they had changed from their outdoor clothes into outfits I’d only ever seen in cheap porn movies.

Anna May was wearing a thin, high cut, one piece in black, whilst Amber was wearing the briefest of bra and pants sets I could imagine.

“You still dressed?” Amber snapped at me. “I want to see you naked, now!”

“Please!” I began to weep. “Please, why am I here?” I really was shaking; it had to obvious to all of them.

Amber laughed, the other two-joined in. It just made the feelings of utter helplessness or desperation the worse, the more complete.

“Please tell me!” I repeated in desperation. I was struggling with my clothes as I spoke.

Amber let me finish undressing before she answered. My shaking was even more obvious now that I was once again naked before them.

I hadn’t noticed but Julie had left the room and now she returned in an equally shocking outfit, part leather, black and shiny. All she lacked was the high-heeled boots.

The three of them surrounded me. I couldn’t help flinching as each in turn touched my face, my breasts, and my buttocks. Each touch made me shiver the more, my tears were rolling down my face. Then Amber pushed down on my shoulders. “Kneel!” she commanded. I did so.

“Why are you shaking?” Amber demanded to know.

“I’m afraid.” I stuttered.

“Of what?” Amber tugged my hair back so that I was looking up into her face. “Look at me when you answer!”

“Of what you might do to me!”

“Good, stay afraid, it’ll help you to obey, but stop snivelling and shaking.” She rested her foot on my shoulder and pushed me over onto my back. Once more she straddled me, taking up her position on my naked chest. “You are here to be our slave, that means you will attend to our every need, keep the cottage clean, our sheets fresh, food on the table and we will fuck with you when we want, how we want. Understand?”

“Yes!” I whispered.

“Good, we shall see how much you understand later.” She slid further forwards, pinning my head between her thighs, keeping my face locked on her. I was dumbly aware that neither Anna May nor Julie was near by. “You will drop out of college, you will only leave the house when escorted and never answer the door or the phone to any callers. Understand?”

“Yes!” I whispered.

“Good.” She moved even closer, until my nose was touched the crotch of her briefs. At least they were fresh and didn’t stink of the day. “Further more you will only address me as either Mistress Amber or Mistress, the same applies for Anna May and Julie. Say it!”

“Mistress Amber.” I repeated.

Amber laughed. “Try again.”

“Mistress Amber.” I repeated.

“Better you’ll get into it!” She stared down at me. “Do you understand what you are?”

I took a deep breath. “Mistress Amber I’m your slave.”

“Say it again!”

“Mistress Amber I’m your slave.” I repeated.

Abruptly Amber stood up. “Follow me.” She ordered.

I scramble to obey. She was right. I was too frightened not to obey. I followed her through a short maze of corridors and stairs and into what was obviously the master bedroom. It was almost as big as the lounge below.

The whole room was framed another huge viewing window that ran the length of the room. Just like in its sister window in the lounge the only reflection was from within the room. Along another wall ran a complete set of wardrobes, each with full-length mirrors.

Amber crossed to the viewing window. “This is my room. It overlooks the lake. The views are quite beautiful, although I don’t expect that to interest you. Anna May and Julie have bedrooms at the back of the cottage, their bedrooms overlook the forest. Right now they are together but I’m sure you’ll find your way to their rooms soon enough, but tonight you are mine.” She pointed towards the bed. “I think you know the position.”

I rushed to obey and then stopped. Amber’s obsession for mirrors even extended to above the bed.

“That’s right bitch, you’ll be able to see yourself licking me out, neat eh?”

“Yes Mistress.” I stretched myself out, with my arms above my head. In the mirrors I looked thin, dirty and dishevelled.

Amber came over. “You look disgusting, take a shower and clean yourself up.” She pointed towards a closed door. “You have five minutes to be here, on this bed, dry and waiting for me. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

I was out of the shower in two minutes flat and dry and waiting for her inside the allotted five. Amber wandered back into the bedroom. I saw her glance at the mirrors, admiring herself.

She stripped off her bra and panties. “This is where your education really begins.” She stood on the bed, towering over me, standing over my face so that I stared up at her fanny. “This little beauty.” As she spoke Amber rubbed herself, sliding a long finger along her crack. “You need to pay extra attention to her, satisfying her is your number one task, fail, and well the lake in very deep.”

She squatted down over my face so that I was only inches from her cunt, its lips still puffy and glistening. Slowly she knelt down, still keeping her off my face, she dangle my task into my face and at the same time was forcing me to reach up to her.

I had no choice. The threat had changed from a pine box to a lake, but it carried the same weight and the same end result. I either pleased her or I would vanish off the face of the earth.

I reached up towards her, I had to stretch my neck and it hurt. I tried but I couldn’t keep my face pressed against her for long. I slumped backwards. “Please Mistress. I can’t, it hurts.” I gasped.

She settled lower. I still had to bend my face towards her but this was easier and when I rested on my elbows I found that I could reach and please my mistress.

“Kiss me.” She ordered.

I did so. I planted a long and I hoped affectionate kiss on the lips of her cunt. I could feel her wriggle against my touch.

“A French kiss.” She demanded.

I pushed my flesh against her flesh, forcing my tongue between the folds of her cunt. Amber began to squirm, adjusting her position so as to heighten her pleasure.

I started to lick her pussy from end to end, staring almost at her anus and finishing on her clitoris. As I did so Amber ground her face against me and then grabbing my hair; pulled me onto her clitoris. “There!” She grunted.

I responded, fixing me attention on that tiny bud, licking and sucking on it at my Mistress’s urging. All the time the pressure on my neck grew and the dull pain had become a red-hot poker of pain lancing through my body. I tried to ignore it, but eventually the pain was simply to great. I slumped backwards with a cry.

“Finish what you started!” Amber demanded.

I tried but even moving hurt. I started to cry, both from fear and also the growing desire to please her.

Amber sat back on my stomach. She sat with her legs drawn, so that her twat seemed like a third eye staring unblinking at me. “What’s wrong?” She demanded to know.

“My neck hurts!” I whimpered. “I’m sorry Mistress, but I can’t lift me neck.”

“You have one role.” Amber began coldly. “That is to please me. I don’t care about your fuckin’ neck. I don’t care about you full stop.” She crawled forwards, not stopping until she directly overhead, until I was once again staring up into her cunt. “One role!” She reminded me before she began once again to smother me. This time Amber didn’t let me up. She held me there until the star’s reappeared, even then I expected her to release me. She didn’t and the stars fled to be replaced by darkness.

When I recovered Amber was sitting on the balcony, with those huge viewing windows drawn back. The warm night air was circulating in the room. She must have heard me begin to stir.

“Over here.” She pointed to a spot just before her. “Now!”

I stumbled to my feet, I still felt weak and hurried to her side.

“Kneel” Amber ordered.

I did as I was told.

“Look at me!” She ordered.

I did so.

“I am very angry and very disappointed.” She began. “You have disappointed me, really disappointed me.”

“I’m sorry Mistress.” I rambled. “Please give me another chance.”

“Kiss me feet.”

I did so. I was really frightened and really helpless. I couldn’t see any other alternative except to please her.

“You want another chance?”

“Please Mistress.”

Amber just smiled. She knew that she had me, knew that I’d do anything just to please her, just to stay alive, to avoid that final smothering. She opened her legs; beneath the housecoat she was naked. “Try again.” She commanded and I buried my face into her soaking bush, seeking those pleasure points that would please her.