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Mirror, Mirror (MF, rp, torture)
By: terri_madison@hotmail.com
(c) May 1998
***
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.