Diary entry, June 2

She is chained to the tree very securely.   She cannot move a muscle.
Still wearing her 2 piece swim suit as she was when i collected her
walking home from the swimming pool at the park.  She has long red hair,
halfway down to her ass.  She's got a nice deep tan, the result of many
hours of flaunting herself by the swimming pool.  Nice white string
bikini.  She was wearing a long white t-shirt when I "met" her, but it's
ripped to shreds in the back of my car.

The sun is at her back.  I put her that way because, as I told her, "we
wouldn't want the sun in your eyes now would we?"  She doesn't
understand why I began giggling uncontrollably when I said that.  She
will understand soon enough.

"Bitch", I tell her, "you could have already been on your way if you had
only given me what I want.  I just wanted to give you a biology lesson.
Now, you're going to get that, and a science lesson too."

I reach in my bag.  I have some duct tape there.  Her head is stuck
between two forked branches of the tree, and a little duct tape secures
her so that she can't even move her head.  I'm about to tape her mouth
shut, but on second thought it might be exciting to hear her beg for
mercy.

"Time for your science lesson" I tell her, reaching into my bag again.
I pull out a mirror.  "This is called a concave mirror.  Whores like you
use them every day, to make yourselves absolutely perfect looking before
you go out to tease men.  It's called concave because the surface is
curved."

"Today, however, we'll be using the mirror for an entirely different
purpose.  Did you know that the mirror can be used to focus the sun's
heat on a pinpoint location?  Let me demonstrate."  Choosing a spot on
her flat tummy, I hold the mirror up to the sun and focus, until a white
pinpoint of light appears.  After about two seconds, she feels the heat
and screams.  I pull the mirror away.

"The sun's energy gets focused together in a pinpoint of heat and light.
It can be hot enough to melt lead."

Still smarting from the heat, she curses me.  "You bastard."

It's time to lay down some rules.  "I've left your mouth ungagged, but
there are guidelines.  You may scream if something hurts.  And trust me,
you will scream.  You may also beg me to stop whatever I'm doing.  It
won't do any good, but I'd like to hear it anyway.  You may NOT call me
names, however.  If you do, I will take this mirror and use it to burn
the word 'slut' on your thigh."  She seems to understand the rules.

She is now crying.  As each tear rolls down her face, I focus the
mirror's bright pin point of light on it, turning each tear to steam.
She screams as the steam burns her each time.  Although this hurts her
like hell, it won't leave any lasting burns.  Which is good because I'm
not ready to deface her.  Yet.

Time for some fun.  I want to see these firm tits of hers.  I think
they're D cups.  Wielding the mirror again, I focus on the front of her
bikini top.  Two strings connect the cups to one another,  and I aim at
the top string now.  A blazing white light on the white cloth material.
Now a few faint puffs of smoke, and the material begins to burn.  The
string is an inch or two away from her chest, so no pain.  After a few
moments, the string burns thru, and her bountiful jugs are one step
closer to freedom.  They're now in fact nearly falling out.

The second and final string holding the cups together takes longer to
burn thru.  Mostly because my hands are shaking in anticipation.
Finally, the job is done and the material falls away, revealing quite a
gorgeous set of knockers.  The only fallacy is that she has tan lines.
The slut obviously doesn't sunbathe in the nude.

I retrieve her bikini top.  Checking the tag, I find that I was a little
off.  She's only a C cup.  I must be out of practice.  I put the ruined
bikini top in my bag.

Walking back over to her, I slap the bitch soundly across the face.

"Wh....why..."  she sobs.

"Why did I slap you?" I slap her again, on the other side.  "For ruining
such a great pair of tits with tan lines."  I slap one of her breasts,
hard.  "Haven't you ever heard of tanning parlors?"

"I...I'm....s-s-s-sor..."  I cut her apology short with another sharp
slap across the face.

"Don't worry, I've got just the thing."  Reaching back down and grabbing
the mirror, I hold it up to show her.  "Instant tanning parlor.  Get rid
of unsightly tan lines in less than ten seconds.  Hope you don't burn
too easily....."

The begging and pleading begins.

I focus the mirror on one of her nipples, but not as sharply as it will
go.  There is a bright circle of light on her nipple.  Enough to heat
it up but not enough to burn it.  The slut, who absolutely refused to
put out in my car, is now offering herself.

"Please, don't, I'll do anything.  You can fuck me....I'll suck you
off...anything...PLEASE....."

I tell her that maybe there is something.  "ANYTHING....just please
don't burn me there....!"

I ask her what her best friends name is.  Horrified, fresh new tears,
her eyes wide now.  "No.  Please.  I can't do that.  Please....anything
you want to me....I'll let you fuck me...." I bring the mirror a little
more into focus, the circle of light becoming a little smaller--and a
little hotter.  "Please....wouldn't you like a blowjob....I'll even
swallow...then let you fuck me as many times as you want....PLEASE!!!"
I slowly move the mirror, the light becoming more focused, even hotter.
 I tell her that, yes, she will do whatever I want, but right now I
would like an answer to my question.  "Please....she didn't do
anything....fuck me all you want....rape me....I'll let you....I'll do
whatever you want.....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!   TERRI!!!  HER NAME IS
TERRI!!!! PLEASE...."  I pull the mirror back a little, reducing the
heat.  "Please promise me you won't hurt her....oh please....you can do
what you want--"  A sharp slap across the face.  Then using the mirror
like a precision laser beam, I dry her tears again.  More screaming and
futilely trying to move her head.

What's Terri's phone number?  I ask softly.  More begging and offering
herself.  I move the focus of the mirror toward her other breast.
"NO....AAAAHHHHH!!  555-4352!!!  PLEASE!!!!  DON'T DO ANYTHING TO
HER!!!" I set the mirror down and reach back in my bag, this time
bringing out a cellular phone.  My captive's eyes widen again.  "What
are you going to do?  What are you going to say to her?  PLEASE
DON'T....."

I'm not going to say anything.  She is going to do all the talking.  I
instruct her.  You're going to call her and tell her that you're bi,
and that she really turns you on, and that you have always had
fantasies about fucking her.  And if you tell her that anything is
wrong....I indicate the mirror.  I wonder how long this would take to
burn through an eye.

My pet pales with fear.  I start to dial the cell phone, then stop.
Oh, one other thing.  If she asks why you sound funny, or if you're
crying, tell her you're masturbating yourself.  Thinking about her.

The fun begins as I dial.  I cradle the phone next to her ear, then
return to my mirror wielding duties.

"H-hello?  Terri?  It's Lauren.  Yeah....fine.  I'm...fine.... Yeah.
It went OK.  What?  Oh.  Where a-am I?  I'm...I'm...."  Sunbathing
nude, I whisper in her other ear.  And GET ON WITH IT.  "I'm
sunbathing.  In the n...nude.  No...I'll t-try not to burn...."  She
glances at the mirror.  I stifle a laugh, then give her another warning
GET ON WITH IT look.  Bringing the mirror in to focus on her nipple to
emphasize.  "T-terri?  I h-have to....tell...tell you s-s-something.
I'm....well....I t-think...I might...be...might be...."  You THINK?  I
mouth to her silently.  Focusing the mirror to a bright point of light
on her nipple.  Just for a second.  "Aghhhhhh!  Terri.....I'm b-b-bi.
Bisexual...."  Her voice is cracking.  Crying now.  "Yeah.  N-no.
Serious.  No....not crying....I'm....I'm...."  Bringing the mirror up
in the general vicinity of her head.  "I'm....p-playing with
myself....r...right now....Terri....thinking about you.  You turn me
on......I f...f...fantasize about fucking you."   I can't hear the
other side of the conversation, but my captive looks genuinely
surprised.  I indicate to her that she is to cut the conversation off.
"T-terri?  I have to go.  Bye."  I take the phone from her.

I inquire what her friend said to her.  With a confused look, she said
"She said she feels.....likewise...."

Excited, I start reflecting aloud on the possibilities.  Maybe we
should bring her out here.  Watch the two of you fuck.

This starts a whole new round of tears and begging.  "Please.  No.
Don't.  Do anything you want to me....you already made me humiliate
myself with my friend.  Please.  Don't do anything to her.  I'll do
anything.....ANYTHING!"

I ignore her.  Continuing to ponder aloud.  Wondering if Terri has tan
lines.  Or burns easily.  Maybe we should find out.

"Please.  No.  I won't call her and ask her to come out here.  So you
can torture her like you have me.  You can burn me with that thing.  I
won't do that to my friend."  A slap across the face. Hard.  Defiance
is something I won't tolerate.

I outline my plan.  You call her up and tell her where you are.  You're
doing some nude sunbathing out here in the middle of a field.  For
privacy.  Nobody around.  You want her to come out so you can fuck her.
 (more protests, another few slaps across the face.)  I untie you.  We
spread out a blanket and you lie and wait for her.  Get rid of those
tan lines I hate so much.  (another slap across the face for g.p.)  She
comes along.  I hide behind this tree while you two have your roll in
the hay.  Option one, you satisfy her and she leaves.  Option two, she
figures out that something's wrong, and I'll be behind the tree with
this.  Going in my bag again, this time retrieving a handgun.  Then I
take both of you captive, and tie your friend to the tree, and you get
to watch her suffer.

I hit redial on the cellular.  Putting the phone up to her ear.
"Terri?  H...hi again.  Me.  Yeah.  W....well, yeah I always felt that
way....was afraid of how you'd react.  Yeah me too."  Taking a deep
breath.  I busy myself with the mirror, burning away the strings
holding her skimpy bikini bottom in place as she talks.  "Terri?  Will
you.....I want you to come out here....where I'm at.....and....and I
want to make love to you.  I w-want to fuck you."  She corrects herself
as I shoot her a warning glance.  Apparently "Terri" is agreeing,
because my pet now begins giving her directions.  Then the call is
finished.  I put the phone away.

"S....she's on her w-way."  Good.  I remove a blanket from my bag,
spreading it out on the grass.  I then release my captive from her
bondage to the tree, and put her on the blanket.  We have about fifteen
minutes before her friend arrives.  I spend ten of them fucking the
little whore's brains out, and she is surprisingly wet.  Finishing by
pulling out and cumming all over her tits.  I order her to rub the cum
into her breasts.  Should protect her from sunburn.

I hear a car drive up.  It's about 200 ft from here to the road, so her
friend will be here in a minute.  I gather my things and move behind
the tree, where I'll be able to see everything.  I leave my clothes
off, my cock still semi-hard.  I'm sure I'll be stroking it a lot over
the next few hours.



Wow.

No other word can better describe it.  My captive's friend showed up about
a half hour ago to fuck her.  I thought my captive was pretty hot.  She has
nothing on her friend, "Terri".  She's a vivacious blonde, also very well
tanned.  And as I found out when she slipped out of that sundress, she has
even bigger tits than her friend.

When Terri showed up, her and Lauren (that's the name of my captive, I
gather.  I just called her whore and bitch and slut) got down to business
right away.  Of course, as ordered, Lauren was on the blanket finger
fucking herself like it was the end of the world.  Natural thing for her
friend to do was to pull that finger out and replace it with her tongue.
My pet is hating every minute of it, but is keeping her mouth shut so that
I won't come out and rape her friend.  How touching.

Terri even brought a strapon dildo with her, boy did she come prepared!
Though it's obvious that Lauren just wants to get it over with and get her
friend out of here without me getting my hands on her, Terri seems like
she's here awhile.  They're in a 69 now, with blondie on top.  I'm getting
some great pictures.

I told my pet that her friend had better not suspect anything, or there
would be hell to pay by both of them.  So far she has kept her mouth shut.
Terri asked Lauren if she'd like to wear the strapon, and she said no.
Have to punish her for that later.  Now blondie is putting it on, getting
ready to give her friend a good fucking.  My pet hs on her hands and knees,
Terri is mounting her like the bitch that she is.  Easing in, and now
establishing a rhythm.  The look on my captive's face, total humiliation.
I couldn't have humiliated her any better myself.  Even though I'm over
here behind the tree, it's still feels like I'm the one over there raping
her unwilling cunt.

Terri, the blonde friend, is looking directly at me!  Ducking behind the
tree but I think I'm too late.  She stops fucking Lauren and starts walking
right toward my hiding place--the tree her friend was tied to.  "Hey come
on out, you fuckin' bastard!  You want a peep show?"  Bold little lesbo.  I
reach down for the gun as she makes it to the tree and stops short.  I
motion her back toward her friend on the blanket.  Terri looks bewildered
and shocked; then sees her friend's resigned look.  Terri starts asking
what's going on.

"He made me--" is all my pet says before I motion her to be quiet.  I then
retrieve the duct tape and order her to bound her friend's hands and feet.

I see your friend wants to play, I tell her.  Perfectly fine by me.  Let's
get started.  I then tape my captive, Lauren, at the hands and feet as
well.  Now, I ask her, tell me about your friend.  We go thru a bunch of
question and answer.  Small talk.  Then:  Is there
anything....sexual....that she hates to do?

Lauren shakes her head no.  Wrong answer.  I go back to my bag and retrieve
the concave mirror.  Lauren telling me "No!" a bit more insistently now.
Focusing the white hot sunlight on the bottom of her foot.  "Yes!  Please!
Yes!"  I take the mirror away.  "She....s...she.....hates....
b...b..blowjobs....."

Is that true?  I'm perfectly willing to find out.  Standing in front of
Terri, I pull her by her blonde hair up to a sitting position.  Removing
the tape on her hands so she can use them as well.  My cock is still rock
hard after the performance by the two girls I watched from behind the
tree.  Pulling her head toward me I make it obvious what she is to do.
Sobbing, but without hesitation, she takes me into her mouth and gives me
the best fucking blowjob I have ever had.  I don't last long at all before
I'm blasting my cum into her mouth.  Don't swallow it, I tell her.  Keep it
in your mouth.  She does, with the exception of a few rivulets which run
down the corners of her mouth.  Oh well.  Nobody's perfect.

Now I tell her, pull your friend up.  She pulls Lauren to a sitting
position.  Now....spit that cum in her face.  DO IT!  Slapping her ass to
get her going.  Terri spits her entire mouthful of cum all over Lauren's
face.  Now, slap her across the face.  Again, Terri hesitates, so I slap
her face.  Finally, she puts a weak slap across Lauren's face.  HARDER,
BITCH!  LIKE THIS!  as I slap Terri as hard as I can.  She follows suit on
Lauren, and cum splatters everywhere.  Both girls are crying.

I address Lauren.  What was that for, you ask?  Your lie about Terri hating
giving blowjobs.  Someone who hates them couldn't possibly do them so
well.  Nor would she have been so quick to get my cock in her mouth.
Pushing the cum- and tear-soaked Lauren back onto her stomach, I ask
again.  Tell me about Terri.  Tell me what she hates.  Grabbing the mirror
again, I focus in on her foot once more.
"Please....PLEASE....AGGGGGHHHHHH.....PLLEASE
NO....AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  DON'T MAKE ME....PLEASE...."
The flesh at the bottom of her foot is burning.  She is blinded by tears of
pain.  "AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH OK OK HER ASS!  SHE DOESN'T LET FUCK HER
ASS!!!  PLEASE AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"  I take the mirror away
and go to Terri, leaving Lauren to her suffering.

Running my hand over Terri's firm, smooth, perfectly tanned ass, I question
her.  A beautiful ass like this, and you don't let anyone fuck it??  "No.
Please don't.  I'll do anything else.  Not my ass.  Please sir."  Now back
to Lauren, untaping her hands.  I tell her to go over to her friend.  I
pick up the mirror to make her move faster.

Lauren and Terri both look at me like, now what.  To Lauren:  put your
finger in your mouth.  Get it wet.  Now.  Slide it in her ass.  Like that.
Now fuck her ass with your finger.  Keep going.  What's wrong?  Too dry?
Put it back in your mouth.  Yes, back in your mouth.  Now continue.  The
look of humiliation on both the redhead and the blonde's face is
priceless.  And we haven't even begun.

The ass fingering continues for awhile.  I tease Terri with the mirror,
focusing it (but not to brightly) on her cunt.  Her humiliation is offset a
little bit by arousal.

Not wanting her to have any pleasure, I put a stop to the proceedings.
Making small talk now.  So, blondie, you've never been fucked up the ass?
"No."  First time for everything, isn't there?  "Please.  No."  and various
other begging, pleading and offering.  Enough.  I order my pet Lauren to
put on the strapon.

Caressing Terri's lovely blonde hair, I softly tell her, your friend is
going to slide that toy up your tight ass now.  "No.  Please, no!
Anything..."  Maybe if you ask her, she'll let you lube it up in your
mouth.  Ask her.  "Please....l....let me lube it--"  No.  ask her to let
you suck her cock.  "P...please....let me s...suck your cock...PLEASE DON'T
DO THIS!  PLEASE--"  Appealing to me for mercy, but I have none to give.
Her plea cut short by me forcing her mouth onto the strapon.  I tell her to
make sure she gets it well lubed.  After all its her ass on the line.  No
one else laughs at my very funny joke.

That's enough.  Now, hands and knees, blondie.  Pet, you know what to do.
Mount her.  Like a bitch in heat.

Pressing the tip of the strapon against Terri's pink rosebud.  Hesitating.
Retrieving and focusing the mirror on Lauren's ass convinces her to speed
up her invasion of Terri's ass.  She has it in about two inches now.  Terri
is already whimpering and crying.  Pet hesitates again.

Time to light a fire on her ass.  Literally:  Lauren, pet, take your time.
I have all day.  I'll just pass the time by burning the word SLUT on your
asscheek with this mirror.  She screams "NO!" and slams forward, buring the
cock to the hilt in Terri's ass.  Terri screams in agony.  That's better,
pet.  Now start fucking her.

Lauren slowly but steadily pumps the fake cock in and out of her friend's
ass.  Terri is begging her to stop, begging me to make it stop, she'll do
anything, and aside from that just yelping with pain.  "PLEASE!  IT'S
AGGGGHHHH RIPPING ME APART!!"  I motion her to be quiet which she does,
aside from a reasonable level of whimpering.  I lean close to her ear and
whisper:  if you think that's bad--wait till I fuck your asshole, blondie.
Her eyes widen.  "Please  UGH! No UGH!!  I'll UGGGHHH  suck you  UGHH
or..."  I put my hand over her mouth, indicating her to be quiet.  Truth be
told, the strapon isn't that big.  Maybe half as thick as my cock.

Finally I tell Lauren to stop her anal attack on Terri.  She pulls out and
Terri lets out a sigh.  Relieved that it's over.  Or at least she thinks it
is.  I tell Lauren:  Make her clean you off.  With her mouth.  Terri's
expression changes from relief to one of utter horror.  "Please.  Don't
make me do that.  It's been in my ass."  And now its going in your mouth.
The mirror again, focusing on Terri's lovely ass.  "OK...OK...."  Terri
scrambles on her hands and knees till she comes face to face with the
strapon.  Covered with slime.  Taking a deep breath, Terri takes it into
her mouth.  Now her face changes from horror to disgust.  But she sucks her
ass-slime off the strapon.

When she finishes, I let Lauren take the strapon dildo off and put it
away.  Then I make blondie bind her friends hands and feet again.  This
done, I turn to Terri.

Terri, I tell her, I want to fuck your ass.  (instant begging, pleading,
offering etc)  I'll make a deal with you.  Terri stops in
mid-blowjob-offer.

Here's the deal.  You make a choice.  Assfucking for you....or punishment
for Lauren.  Now Terri assails me with 20 questions about what kind of
punishment.  Is it worse than what I did to her feet?

Make the choice, Terri.

"Please....I can't!  Don't make me choose....please....she's my best friend
and....you'll tear my ass apart...please...."  Her eyes filling with tears.

Humming jeopardy theme.  Five seconds, Terri.

"Please I beg you, don't....I can't make that kind of decision FOR GODS
SAKE PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME...."

Ok, Terri?  Blondie?  It's OK hon, I won't make you.  I'll decide for you.
I always say, why choose when you can have both?

Both girls begin a fresh stream of crying and begging.




Terri's tight ass is like a vise around my cock.  I've never fucked a
virgin ass before.  Hmmmm.  Is Terri's ass considered virgin?  I wonder
if Lauren and the strapon count?  Anyway, my cock is twice as thick as
that strapon.  That was just an appetizer for her.  Now, she's getting
8 inches of my main course rammed up her ass.

She's screaming.  Mostly incoherencies, occasionally an "OH PLEASE
AAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHH  ITS RIPPING ME AAAAGGGGGGG APART....."  Lauren at
first couldn't bear to watch, but I ordered her to anyway.

Naturally, blondie started with a lot of begging.  Offering her cunt,
her mouth, her tits.  Blondie, I told her, why would I want what every
man within 40 miles has probably already had for themselves.  She
looked vaguely insulted at the insinuation.

Then, she begged me to let her lubricate my cock with her mouth.  And I
found myself unable to say no to that nice full set of lips.  She went
down on me with wild abandon, sucking my cock like there was no
tomorrow.  I'll give her that--she is a great cock sucker.  Just in
time, I realized what she was trying to do.  Trying to make me cum in
her mouth, so I wouldn't be able to sodomize her.  At that point I
withdrew immediately and went for her ass.  Took five minutes of
pushing, screaming, grunting and begging till I was finally buried to
the hilt.

Now I have a nice smooth motion established.  The slime, and possibly a
little trace of blood, in her ass are providing some good lubrication.
Still, Terri must feel like she's being torn apart by my throbbing
member.  She's actually begging me to allow her to lubricate my dick
with her mouth.  No thanks, I'm fine, is my only response.

Terri's cries and screams are actually turning me on even more.
They're very loud, but I wouldn't think of gagging her.  We're in a
more remote area, so it's doubtful she'll be heard.  I've slowed down
my assfucking tempo a little to prolong Terri's agony (and my
enjoyment).

Then I remember.  Lauren has punishment coming!  Glancing up at the
sun, I realize that in a few hours, it'll be going down, and that means
no more fun with mirrors!  I just got so caught up in tearing blondie a
new asshole that I lost track of time.  O well, taking a glance at the
beautiful smooth globes of her asscheeks, with my cock punctuating the
center, can you blame me?  I pick up my pace, and Terri increases the
frequency and volume of her screaming.  She's actually humping her ass
back against me now, knowing that the sooner she gets it over with, the
sooner the pain stops.

The tightness, the warmth of her ass, her screams and crying, finally
overwhelm me, and I let loose with a torrential burst of cum up her
asshole.  Still buried in blondie's ass up to my balls, I catch my
breath.

She's begging me some more.  "Please.  Sir.  Let me clean you off.
W...with my m...mouth."  Anything to get that invader out of her rear.
But this time I oblige her, offering her my cock, covered with my cum
and her ass-slime.  She doesn't hesitate, immediately taking it in and
giving a thorough cleaning.  Then when I pull out of her mouth, as I
turn to her friend, Terri collapses, sobbing.

Lauren, my redheaded pet, has been watching in horror.  Probably afraid
that the same fate is in store for her.  In a few hours, she will be
wishing that it was the same fate.  I address her.  Blondie's ass is
dirty.  All that cum and slime.  Clean her out with your tongue.

Looks of utter disgust.  Begging.  "Please....that's too
disgusting....please..."  Me trying to reason with her:  Pet.  Lauren.
Do it for your friend.  I bet she'd do it for you if your ass were
filled with my cum.  Tell you what though.  Let's find out.

That got her moving.  Terri's still slumped in the hands and knees
position sobbing.  Hair dirty and sweat soaked.  Tear streaks all over
her face.  Safe to say she's having a bad hairday, her makeup totally
fucked.  Lauren grabs Terri's asscheeks, eliciting a yelp of pain from
her.  Proceeding more gently, Lauren spreads the cheeks apart.  With
only a slight hesitation, she begins licking the stream of cum dripping
out of Terri's abused asshole.  Spends five minutes cleaning the area
around Terri's ass.  Finally I grab the mirror and direct it at
Lauren's foot.  Hot, but not burning hot.  Time to move on.

Lauren obliges by shoving her tongue as far up Terri's ass as it will
go.  I retrieve my camera, capturing some pictures for posterity.
Instructing her as I go.  Spread her asscheeks wider.  Put your lips on
her rosebud.  Press your face into her ass real tight to create a
vacuum.  Now suck.  Don't swallow.  It's obvious from the expression on
her face that Lauren now has a mouthful of cum and slime.  Now.  Crawl
around to her face.  Kiss her and share that treasure with her.

The two girls kiss, the cum getting transferred from Lauren's mouth to
Terri's.  Then breaking the kiss, she holds it in her mouth.  I ask
her, do you want to swallow that, blondie?  She shakes her head NO.
Apologetically, I look at Lauren.  Well, pet....we tried!  Then to
Terri:  Kiss her again, give that mouthful back to her.  The girls
kissing, cum and slime dripping from their faces.  I break them up,
Lauren now with the mouthful.  I order her to swallow it.

Look at this, I'm hard again.  Watching these two girls swap cum
between their mouths does it for me everytime.  I announce my intention
to use Terri's ass again.  Knowing that she'll beg and plead.  Sure
enough, she does, as the tip of my cock lightly brushes her asscheeks.

Blondie, I say, I'm going to give you another chance.  Ass fucking for
you, or punishment for Lauren.  If you don't want to decide, I'll be
glad to make the choice for you again.

"P...please.....m...my ass can't t....take any more...."

Jeopardy humming.  Five seconds, blondie.

Terri, barely a whisper, but unmistakable:  "P....punishment for
L...l...lauren."

Punishment for Lauren.  I walk away, leaving Terri's slumped form to
cry softly and plead for her friend's forgiveness.  And set to the task
of bounding my pet Lauren to the tree again.

And hoping that the mirror and I have enough rays of sunshine left in
the day to complete the upcoming task.




My pet is once again bound to the tree, so tightly that she cannot move a
muscle.  This time I have taped her mouth with the duct tape.  I want to be
the only one doing the talking.  I reflect aloud on how ironic that she's
back where her torture with the mirror started, earlier in the day.  I
reminisce to her about how delightful it was to use the concave mirror, to
focus the sun's rays into one tiny, intense point of heat and light, and to
use it for something useful as burning away the strings of her bikini and
exposing her glorious, ripe firm tits.

Pet, I tell her, when blondie was fucking you, I knew that you didn't
belong to me, that I was only borrowing you.  You belong to her, I knew
that when she mounted you like a bitch and fucked you with her strapon.
But I'm going to give you something to commemmorate today.  Showing her the
mirror.  This can be used to write words!  Lauren's eyes widen.  She tries
to protest thru the duct tape over her mouth.

I focus the mirror, so that the sun's rays come together in a very bright,
tiny point of light on Lauren's left breast.  She whimpers as the flesh
starts to burn.  Slowly, I begin using the mirror to form letters, then
words on the upper part of her breast.  It's slow going.  She passes out
from the pain several times, and I slap her face to revive her.  Wouldn't
want her to miss anything.  Her crying and begging, evident even thru her
tape gag, also turn me on immensely.  Three times, I have had to stop and
make use of Terri's ass and mouth (in that order) for release.  (I know, I
didn't keep my promised.  Rapist's prerogative.)

Finally, I'm done, none too soon as the sun is sinking toward the horizon.
I step back to admire my handiwork.  I have used the mirror to inscribe a
phrase on the upper part of my pet's left breast, and then the same phrase
just above her belly button.  The words scream out in an angry red, and
will stay etched there permanently.

I beckon to the abused Terri to come check out my work.  She has watched
Lauren's entire ordeal, horrified, but was too far away to read the words.
Now she very gingerly comes over, favoring her sore ass.  Bursting into
fresh tears and sobs as she reads.  The same phrase, twice burned into
Lauren's flesh:

                     PROPERTY OF TERRI

Terri tries to go to her friend, I guess to hug and comfort her.  I pull
her back.  Blondie, you did this.  I could of fucked your ass again and let
both of you go.  Instead, you chose this for your friend.  And got your ass
fucked some more anyway.

Then, a little photo session.  Terri posing, her face next to the words
inscribed on Lauren's breast and tummy.  A sneering expression on her face,
forced there by the threat of more assfucking.  Comments to Terri:
shopping for swimwear or lingerie with her is going to be VERY interesting
from now on.  Huh?

Lauren is still blacked out from the pain of the burning.  So I lead Terri
back to the blanket and put her on hands and knees.  "Please....no
more....my ass hurts so bad..."  This time, however, I ease my stiff cock
into her cunt.  Surprisingly, she's very wet.  As I bang away at her, I
explain what is to come next.  Then finally, the temptation is too great,
and I just have to rape her ass again.

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Epilogue
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Lauren

The pet Lauren is securely bound to the tree.  She looks stunning, with her
long red hair, green eyes, 36C breasts.  The words PROPERTY OF TERRI,
freshly burned into her skin on her breast and tummy, are plainly visible
in the moonlight.  She looks like a virgin being offered in sacrifice.
Though I know better that she's anything but.  Her head is secured in a
fork in the tree so she can't even move her head an inch.  In front of her,
about 10 inches from her face, is the concave mirror, taped to a tall metal
rod I found in the back of my car.  I have focused and aimed the mirror,
using the full moon as a reference, so that the focal point is on Lauren's
left eye.  The intent is clear.  When the sun rises, its light will be
concentrated by the mirror directly onto Lauren's lovely green eye.  She'll
probably close her eyes, but the intense heat from the pinpoint of light
will burn right through her eyelid, and then thru the eye itself.

According to the newspaper, sunrise tomorrow is at 5:44am.  I've
thoughtfully taped this newspaper clipping on the metal stake where Lauren
can see it, right above the mirror.  Along with her wrist watch.

That's about 8 hours or so from now.  Lauren is still only partially
conscious, but she should be fully awake and aware of the intense pain on
her breast and stomach, from the burns, within an hour or so.  She'll be
unable to get any sleep tonight during her vigil.

Terri

Terri is unconscious at the foot of another tree 20 feet away.  A fairly
heavy chain, about five feet in length, is locked to the tree.  The other
end has been coated with industrial strength glue, and has been adhered to
Terri's chest, belly and portions of her breasts.  The final link of the
chain is glued to her cheek.

Another chain, about ten feet in length, is also locked to the tree.  The
other end, also coated with glue, is intertwined in Terri's blonde hair.  A
pair of scissors lies in the moonlight about 8 feet away from her.

As I explained to Terri before giving her a sleep drug, she can save her
friend from her awful fate.  First she'll have to rip the first chain free
of her body, most probably taking a lot of her skin with it.  She'll
probably have scars on her chest, stomach, tits and face.  She won't be
wearing a string bikini for awhile, and some of the scars may even be
permanent.  Then, that done, she'll have to use the scissors, and cut off a
fair portion of her lovely blonde hair.  She'll then be free to save
Lauren.

Or, as I explained her other option, she can wait a day or two.  The skin
beneath the glue will die and the chain will fall away from her body,
freeing her.  She'll still have to cut some of her hair, but she'll still
be able to wear skimpy, whorish clothes.  Of course, she'll have to endure
Lauren's continuous screams for that day or two, not to mention Lauren's
accusatory glances at her (from her one good eye) for the rest of her life.

What it came down to was, when this was over, would Terri ever be able to
look her friend in the eye again?

Terri should be waking up soon, probably within an hour of Lauren.  I'm
sure they'll have a lot to talk about.