Samantha Jones gasped as Elizabeth wiggled her tongue deep into her ass, enjoying the slut's degradation almost as much as she was enjoying the rim job.  She had arrived only a thirty minutes ago, meeting young Elizabeth for the first time.

 

It was a standard suburban house, in a standard suburban neighborhood, quiet at one in the morning.  When she had knocked, she had been greeted at the door by Elizabeth; had she not been shown pictures of her before, she would have been shocked.  Elizabeth was a gorgeous girl of sixteen, with long, dark brown hair, big, innocent brown eyes, full, pouty lips, and a great figure on a petite frame.  Elizabeth had been wearing the schoolgirl outfit her mistress had chosen for her:  Mary Janes over knee-high white socks, a short, pleated plaid skirt, a tight, white fitted shirt accenting her figure, and a tie to complete the look. 

 

It had been a lucky day when Jenny had chosen her as her trainer at the gym.  It quickly became apparent to each of them that they enjoyed the same thing:  young, submissive, female flesh.  It had become kind of a game, sharing their conquests, seeing how far each of them could push the little cum-sluts.  Elizabeth was just the latest in a long line of Jenny's toys, but, for all that, a particularly young and beautiful one, and, according to Jenny, an true masochist.

 

The first thing she had done when the door had opened was to step into the house, grabbing Elizabeth by the back of the neck, closing the door behind her while she pressed her lips against her girl's.  It had been a hard, bruising kiss, her tongue probing the girl's mouth, teeth clashing against teeth, as her hands explored the smooth, silky skin of the teen.  Her hands ran across the firm flesh of Elizabeth's ass and thighs, pressing it, feeling the quiver of excitement and trepidation flowing through the submissive teen as their kiss intensified.  It had been a kiss of domination, setting the scene, as she liked to say.

 

She had led the girl to the kitchen table and sat her down, sitting down across from her.  Samantha always found this part exciting, building the anticipation, seeing the fear and submissiveness in the eyes of one of Jenny's sluts.

 

"You know why I'm here."

 

"Yes, Mistress."

 

"Why?"

 

"So that I may demonstrate my obedience to my Mistress."

 

"And how are you going to do that, slut?"

 

"By letting you use me in any way you wish, Mistress."

 

Samantha had smiled, a predatory smile.  "Did you know that Jenny requested that I do certain things to you?"

 

"No, Mistress."

 

"Do you wish to hear what they are?"

 

"..."

 

"Well?"

 

"As you so wish, Mistress."

 

"Very good answer, slave.  I do wish.  Let's see, she said she wanted you to suffer; that you would enjoy that.  That I was to bind you in an 'extremely uncomfortable' position.  Her words.  She also said that I was to use you as my toilet.  Do you like drinking girl-piss, slave?"

 

Samantha loved the way Elizabeth's eyes had widened when she said that.

 

"I don't know, Mistress."

 

"Really?  Well, I sure hope you like it.  Jenny plans to start using you as her toilet.  You'll be drinking piss every night from now on if I know her.  What she really wanted me to do, though, was to whip your slutty little pussy.  You ever had your pussy whipped, slut?"

 

"Yes, Mistress."

 

"Did you like it?"

 

"No, Mistress."

 

"That's not what Jenny told me.  She said that the last time she whipped your precious little cunt you came so hard that you almost passed out.  Is that true, slut?"

 

"..."

 

"I asked, is that true?"

 

"Yes, Mistress."

 

"So you lied to me when you said you didn't like getting your pussy whipped."

 

"No, Mistress.  It hurt so bad."

 

"You like being hurt, though, don't you?"

 

"Yes, Mistress."

 

"Say it."

 

"I like being hurt."

 

"And?"

 

"...  I like it when my Mistress hurts my slutty body;  I like it when she whips my slutty pussy."

 

She had taken Elizabeth to Jenny's play room, the garage, and had had her kneel, knees spread, hands behind her head, as she unwrapped her.  It had been great fun, walking slowly around the kneeling girl, unbuttoning a button to reveal more of the teens smooth, creamy flesh; running a hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling the faint trembling of her muscles; sliding her fingers between the teens full, pouty lips, feeling the moist cavern of her mouth suckle them even as her other hand pressed spread across the slut's ass, her finger finding the rosebud of her asshole, making her hips jerk slightly as she pressed into that steaming hole.  Her breasts were delectable, full and round and just slightly larger than Samantha's hand, topped with small pink nipples hard with lust.

 

Samantha had mocked the slut's obviously growing excitement as she slid off the girl's shirt, a hand reaching down to play with the moistening flesh of the girl's cunt, another hand squeezing one of those perfect breasts until the slut moaned in masochistic pleasure.  She had left the girl her skirt, socks and shoes, loving the way they set off her pale flesh.

 

Now she was sitting on Elizabeth's face, slowly grinding her ass against the young girls lips.  The view wasn't bad either; Samantha had bound the slut into a pancake.  Elizabeth was on her back, her arms bound behind her, giving her back a beautiful arch.  Her ankles had been pulled towards her head, bending her in half, then pulled apart until they each formed about a 45 degree angle with her body.  Straps around her thighs, knees, calves, stomach, and chest ensured that she was completely immobilized and flat against the mat.  The bondage had two additional advantages:  it was extremely uncomfortable, even for a slut as young and flexible as Elizabeth; and it spread her cunt and ass wide open for abuse.

 

Samantha tapped on the thick, ridged dildo extruding from Elizabeth's ass, smiling again at the small jerking movements of the slut's hips.  Elizabeth's cunt was swollen and red, her clit swollen and throbbing, tormented by the vibrator that Samantha had been teasing it with for the last fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes where she was alternately rimming the dyke's ass and sucking at her cunt-flesh.  Samantha had wanted to take is slow, wanted to enjoy this tender morsel of masochistic flesh given to her use.  She had bound her, plugged her ass, had her use her mouth and tongue as her Mistress had taught her, and had slowly tormented her sex.  Samantha loved the way the girl's cunt juices oozed up from the pit of her cunt, the way her lips swelled and spread open, the way her clit hardened and throbbed beneath the vibrator's touch.

 

Now she reached to the side and picked up a small metal alligator clamp, shifting her own hips so that the girl's mouth started working her pussy, her tongue darting into the inner folds of her flesh, her mouth sucking and massaging her cunt.  Quickly Samantha trapped the girl's clit in the clamp, crushing it.  Samantha placed her hands on the back of the slut's thighs and leaned into her, feeling the girl's quivering agony, closing her eyes in bliss as the scream from the girl exploded against her cunt, bringing her so close to orgasm.  She held back though, letting her peak subside as the girl beneath her stopped shaking and screaming, her body adjusting to, accepting the pain.

 

Samantha slid down a bit more, bringing her clit in reach of Elizabeth's tongue, and moaned as the little slave-slut took up her duties through her tears of pain.  Her mistress had taught her well, and Samantha was brought close to orgasm almost immediately.  She brought the vibrator against the clip, the sound of the vibrator against the hard metal rough to her ears; Elizabeth's body bucked at the contact, as if electrocuted, and quivered in its bonds, Samantha watching as the girl's cunthole spasmed again and again, cunt-juice flowing out of it, running down her ass, the ass dildo jerking back and forth as the slut orgasmed.  Samantha growled in lust and shoved the vibrator into the slut's cunt, slamming the clit-tickler against the alligator clip, Elizabeth moaning with overloaded sensation.

 

Samantha turned quickly and straddled the girl's head, grabbing the slut's hair and smashing her cunt against Elizabeth's mouth.  She ground her clit and cunt over the moaning, quaking girl's lips, one huge orgasm after another rocking her body, her back arching, her head thrown back as she screamed in pleasure.

 

Elizabeth looked dazedly at the ceiling of the garage, sore and spent from her orgasm.  Her Mistress was gone until the morning, and had given her to Mistress Samantha to use, for, as she said, "Sluts should be used every day."  Her body ached from the bondage she was in, and she trembled in anticipation of what was to come; Mistress has gagged her with a large ball gag, making her jaw ache.  She knew what the ball gag meant--it meant that she was going to be screaming very soon.

 

She looked up as she heard Mistress Samantha walk up to her, her hands covered in latex gloves, holding a small jar.

 

"You're going to love this, you little pain-slut," she said, kneeling by Elizabeth's spread cunt.

 

Elizabeth watched, her neck straining, as, her hips twitching, as Mistress rubbed her cunt, spreading her lips wide with one hand.  She quickly poured the contents of the jar over Elizabeth's cunt, rubbing it into her clit, shoving her fingers deep into her pussy and ass, soaking her swollen sex with the oily substance.  The burning started almost immediately, and the screaming quickly followed.  Her whole groin felt like it was on fire; it was unbearable.  Her young bound body strained insanely against her bonds, her head thrown back as she screamed and sobbed in agony.  Nothing but pain filled her mind, her struggles bruising her flesh against her bonds, her flesh feeling like it was being torn away.  She screamed and screamed and screamed, the sound muffled by the gag stretching her jaws, her eyes seeing nothing as the torment seemed to go on forever.

 

Then another pain flashed through her like a shot, and a sound like the backfire of a car pulled her head up to see her Mistress standing over her, her firm buttocks visible as she faced Elizabeth's burning cunt.  Then she saw the cane come down from between her Mistress's legs and splat directly into her spread pussy, cunt-slime spraying out from the blow as the agony took her breath away, stopping her screams and her sobs.  Again and again the cane struck her cunt, smashing into her clit and cunt-meat, sending the juices splattering across the garage, sending the burning agony into the background to be replaced with the more immediate, more brutal torture.

 

Elizabeth gurgled into her gag, her mind overwhelmed; something deep in the pit of her stomach seemed to uncurl, sucking the agony being delivered to her sex, magnifying the burning, magnifying the caning, making her want it.  She screamed, but this time for more, and she felt her body exploding as the cane came down again, her orgasm ripping her apart, her cunt fountaining pussy juice as her body vibrated in its bonds.

 

Samantha gripped the cane, lust buzzing through her body as she watched Jenny's slave-girl cum, her own pleasure at beating such a tender morsel of flesh seemingly dwarfed by the slut's quivering body.  To respond to torture like that; Elizabeth was special, a beautiful, lustful, sexy, masochist.  Samantha suppressed a quiver as her mind raced:  she wanted to destroy this bitch, wanted to whip her until she was bloody, pierce her tits and cunt and nose like she was an animal, to press hot cigarettes against that perfect flesh, to scar her, hurt her, turn her into a mewling sex-beast. 

 

A growl came from her as she strode over to the workbench and pulled a strap-on out of her bag and quickly put it on.  12 inches long with metal studs, she called it the punisher, and she wanted to punish.  She practically fell on top of the still spasming girl, slamming the dildo into the sluts steaming cunt, driving it hard against her womb.  Elizabeth, her mind lost in a fog of ecstasy and agony grunted as the strap-on hit home.  Samantha quickly tore the gag out of Elizabeth's mouth, kissing her brutally, her hands tangled in the slut's hair, clawing at her head as she fucked the young girl.

 

Five inches of the strap-on remained outside of the girl's stretched, quivering fuck-box.  Samantha pulled her hips back and slammed them down, intent on hurting.  Elizabeth grunted and screamed into Samantha's mouth, her breath being stolen by the lesbian.  Again and again Samantha brought the strap-on down into the bound girl, the girl grunting in masochistic agony with each blow to her womb.  Samantha was in frenzy; she wanted to devour this slut whole.  She trembled when she felt the cunt's womb give way, and the punisher slid all the way into the girl's body.  She relished the agonized moan from her slave and the way her body started shaking.

 

She gyrated on top of the girl, grinding their clits together, impaling her with 12 thick inches of fake cock, their breasts sliding across each others, their bodies slick with sweat, her mouth locked on the girl's, possessing her, owning her, cumming hard and feeling the slut cum with her, their bodies locked together in quivering ecstasy. 

 

Samantha lay there for long minutes, coming down from her cum, before rising up off the girl, pulling the huge strap-on out.  She stood over Elizabeth, the sweat cooling on her body, her breathing still heavy, and watched as Elizabeth's cunt slowly closed.  Elizabeth looked gorgeous:  bound, sweaty, her thighs, ass, cunt and stomach slick with her cum, her eyes closed, her hair wild, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling with her labored breathing. 

 

Elizabeth opened her eyes when she felt Samantha's hands in her hair again, pulling her head up.  She saw the woman kneeling astride her, Samantha's cunt inches from her mouth.

 

"Open your mouth, cunt.  I'm going to take a piss, and you are going to swallow every drop.  If one drop spills, I'm going to shove my fist so far up your ass it'll come out your mouth."

 

Elizabeth groaned as she opened her mouth, her face coloring in humiliation as the first splash of Mistress Samantha's piss hit her tongue.  She almost gagged as the acrid taste and smell of piss filled her senses, but suppressed the urge and began swallowing.  It seemed to go on forever; she couldn't keep up.  It dribbled down her chin and across her neck.

 

When she was done, Samantha leaned back and started unstrapping her toilet.

 

"Clean yourself up, slut," she commanded, leaving the girl writhing on the ground as freedom from her bondage sent a spasm of cramps through her young body.

 

Forty minutes later, sore and exhausted, but clean, Elizabeth found herself kneeling on all fours, her knees spread, her calves strapped down to the floor, and her mouth impaled on a large dildo attached to the wall, with straps around her head keeping the end of the fake phallus pressed against the back of her throat and her nose pressed against the wall.  Strong clamps drove an aching pain into her nipples, stretching them painfully via a cord through an eyebolt on the floor.  The other end of the cord was attached to another clamp sending agony through her clit.  Samantha had shortened the cord so that her clit and breasts were pulled obscenely from her body.

 

For the last twenty minutes, Samantha had been fucking her in the ass, impaling her young, tortured body with another huge strap-on, this one double-sided.  The sight of Elizabeth bound, tortured, on all fours, her mouth impaled, her breasts stretched, her clit tortured, her beautiful, gorgeous, sexy ass spread and raised, had rekindled Samantha's lust.  Her power over such a sexy young slut, the pain and humiliation she could visit upon her, was an aphrodisiac.  Fucking the slut in the ass was such a feeling of domination that she had already cum twice, and was working on a third, sweat making her body shine.

 

Every thrust of Mistress Samantha made Elizabeth moan through the dildo stretching her lips, pain from her jiggling breasts spiking pain into her clamped clit with every jerk of her body.  She was sore, spent; even so, her position, her domination, the pain, the dildo driving into her ass, all mixed together in her exhausted mind and body to send shivers of sexual release through her body.  For the last ten minutes, she felt like she had been in a state of constant low-level orgasm, pleasure riding on top of the beating her sexy young body was taking, her muscles shaking in her bondage, her thighs slick with her own cum.

 

An hour later Samantha relaxed on the couch inside, her legs spread as Elizabeth, her arms bound behind her in a reverse-prayer, her nether holes plugged with two huge vibrators, kneeled on the floor lapped expertly at her pussy.   She was pretty much spent, but it was going to be about four hours before Jenny got home to her slave, and she wanted to leave something special for her friend.  Maybe she could mount Elizabeth on the horse, and use the electrified dildo.  Four hours of that would certainly leave Elizabeth in a state.  She smiled at the thought and came again.