Melissa gasped and released a long low groan of all kinds of frustration.
She was having a hard time keeping track of what she wanted or should be doing. Kira’s licking tongue was now actually flipping up and down across the length of Melissa’s slit through the saliva and juice soaked thin flannel. The shifting material actually assisted Kira in her intent to arouse Melissa into a state of blind cooperation with her own downfall. Every time her tongue or teeth pulled at it the material pulled and moved in other locations, spreading sensation, especially on the university girl’s clitoris.
“Oh, oh no, ohm. Ugh! Mmm, ohhhh. “Melissa put both hands on Kira’s head. Why hadn’t she thought of this before? It was a miracle she could think at all at the moment. She felt desperate. She’d use her own hands to escape Kira’s clutches. To escape her tongue. Escape those nibbling lips. Escape from all that nasty wrong pleasure. Melissa took her time, her fingers carefully, oh so patiently, curling through strands of Kira’s hair. She’d get a good grip. A real good grip….
Kira felt those creeping fingers. She didn’t want to have any hair pulled out and she didn’t want to be denied her goal. The girl’s wet pussy was perfectly outlined by the hugging wet flannel pajamas adhering to it. Kira moved her mouth to the top of Melissa’s slit, located her clitoris, and used her teeth to apply a gentle vise grip on it. Melissa realized she couldn’t afford to force Kira’s face away while her teeth were clamping down her precious clitoris. Simultaneously, she felt ecstatic sensations that were totally out of control.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH! “Melissa practically wailed and her body went stiff. She orgasmed. Whether it was the circumstances or the position with her legs spread so wide it was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever known. “Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh! “
Kira almost stopped and smiled. The orgasming girl sounded like someone about to sneeze! Kira kept her mouth working trying to draw out the orgasm. When it began to die down and Melissa was less noisy Kira knew to go ahead and bite down on the clitty, delivering a powerful does of pain. As she knew it would the bite either reignited the orgasm, extending it, or threw Melissa into a second orgasm. It was difficult to tell which was true and it didn’t really matter. Kira liked how well things were going and she enjoyed Melissa’s yelps of pain/pleasure.
Kira adjusted her bites and sucks like a control until she had Melissa making those cute little I’m-about-to-sneeze sounds. Adorable!
Melissa’s fingers tightened and actually pushed Kira’s face into her seething wetness. It was not at all comfortable and a bit suffocating but Kira didn’t really mind. She was glorying in her triumph. She was not nearly done but the first step was always the one most in doubt. She knew Master Jones would be proud of her so far.
Melissa was helplessly weak after the orgasms. There was no resistance as Kira went back to work and got her moaning passionately again. Once she again had her near the tipping point to orgasm she backed off. Dazed and disappointed Melissa squinted at Kira’s wet face. Kira sat back with her cuffed hands in her lap. She was turned on but her own satisfaction had to wait. She had the girl on the ropes and needed to keep up the assault. Nonstop pleasure wasn’t enough. She needed to make Melissa cooperate to truly continue with breaking her in. Make her guilty of aiding and abetting her own seduction.
“Strip, then resume that position. “
Melissa’s eyes widened wildly for a second. The pleasure would only be received if she did as the strange girl instructed. She had already crossed the line. There was no reason not to do as she was told. She stood and stripped, the wet flannel clinging momentarily to her pussy before being pulled free of her wet folds.
She got her bottoms off and hesitated, feeling ridiculous standing in bobbie socks and tight T-shirt.
“Hurry up, bitch! “Kira’s nasty tone left no room for delay.
Melissa pulled the T-shirt over her head and dropped it, then unsnapped and tossed away her bra. She felt self-conscious. She had good breasts, far fuller than Kira’s, but she still felt like Kira might judge her as somehow inadequate. It was foolish to worry about Kira’s opinion when she half wanted to kick the girl out of her apartment.
She leaned over to get to her bobbie socks but Kira had other ideas, “Forget about them. Leave them on, Stupid. I’m tired of waiting. “
Melissa rushed to get back into position on the loveseat distantly wondering at the entire scenario. Why was this slimmer, smaller guest -- who was handcuffed, no less -- ordering her about and why was she obeying so readily?
Kira leaned her crocodile grin forward, staring hungrily at Melissa’s breasts. Two hands connected by cuffs reached up to encompass and grip Melissa’s right breast, pulling at it roughly, experimentally.
“Oh! “
“Nice tits. Prominent nipples, too. I know someone who would plan great things for those nipples. Those lines from your bra are not attractive though. “
Kira leaned forward, her hands parting to make room for her seeking mouth. She licked at Melissa’s nipple then sucked the top cone of her breast into her mouth. Melissa just lay there and let it happen. She felt like she was no longer in charge of herself, her body, or her fate. Everything was up to this strange stranger named Kira now. When she closed her eyes flashback images of Jacqueline’s handling and whorish behavior played in her mind’s eye as her physical pleasure ratcheted upward again.
Kira switched to her left breast, her hands squeezing it painfully, breast flesh bulging up to meet the clamping teeth. Melissa moaned in troubled sensation but her hands made no move to interfere. A solid minute of pleasurable abuse and passionate groans ensued. Kira’s hands released the breast and darted to her crotch, the fingers pulling painfully at her gleaming yellow pubic hair.
“No. Don’t! “
“You talk too much. “Kira moved her face up to deliver a vicious kiss that suffocated further protest. If she wanted to tug some pubic hair, she would. Hell, she’d pull it out if she wanted. Who was this bitch Melissa to tell her what to do? Kira already had a Master and his name was Wayne Jones.
Just to prove her own point to herself Kira did rip several pubic hairs out at once while chewing on Melissa’s puffy lower lip. Melissa yelped and arched her back. Kira could feel Melissa’s saliva slick hard nipples poking at her own still clothed chest. Those nipples told the real story. They weren’t protesting anything other than inattention to themselves.
Kira dipped her fingers in Melissa’s pussy, getting several of them thickly wet. Then she moved them lower still to search out Melissa’s tender little anus. Melissa’s reaction to the pending anal finger penetration was immediate and violent. Like a drunk scared sober.
“What! No! Stop! Fucking stop! “
Kira’s fingers were tickling around the crinkled edge of Melissa’s asshole but Kira looked warily up at Melissa’s face. The girl was really freaking out. She probably would use force to stop Kira if Kira continued. With her hands cuffed she would not stand a chance against a determined right-minded Melissa. All the valuable progress would be lost.
Kira knew, though, that she could use Melissa’s own momentum of resistance against her. Another valuable lesson that Kira learned at the knees of Master Jones.
“You don’t want Kira to finger-fuck your ass? “
Melissa took a moment to answer, looking like she was thinking wildly this was some kind of trick question. Of course, it was.
“No, I don’t. Don’t do that. Please. “
“You have to ask me nice. Ask me proper. “
“Uh, OK, please don’t. “
“Bitch! I said proper. Call me ‘Mistress’. “
“Well. . . “
Kira poked her finger on the center of Melissa’s asshole.
“Mistress! Please, Mistress, don’t do that, Mistress! Please stop, Mistress! “
Kira pulled her finger aw
ay, satisfied for the moment. That asshole could wait. Just a little while, “All right, Slave Melissa. I’ll leave your asshole alone for now. But only if you do something for me. “
“Thank you. “Melissa was so relieved she actually felt grateful for Kira’s ‘mercy’.
Kira reached up and tweaked a nipple. Hard.
“Don’t forget your manners, Slave Melissa. When you speak to me forever more you must call me Mistress. I am your Mistress, right? “
Melissa had no choice. It felt like she would be making some kind of real commitment, like putting on a mental engagement ring. It was a silly feeling but very real. She didn’t want to give in and give Mistress Kira what she demanded. She didn’t feel like she had a choice though. She couldn’t tolerate the idea of Mistress Kira shoving a finger up her ass. Besides, it felt wrong to resist the will of Mistress Kira and felt right to submit to her demands.
“Yes, Mistress Kira, you are my Mistress. I’ll do whatever you want, Mistress. “
Melissa heard her own voice as subdued and very convincing. It was even convincing herself!
“Here is what you need to do, Slave Melissa. Take the handcuffs off me. The key is on my necklace. “
Kira kept the key on her necklace and she had allowed her hands to be handcuffed in front of her so that, really, she did have control over her own freedom the entire time.
Melissa’s shaky fingers drew the necklace up over Kira’s head and she unlocked the handcuffs. It didn’t really faze her that she would be more vulnerable to the predatory Kira now. She already felt infinitely vulnerable.
Kira tossed the open handcuffs onto Melissa’s wet crotch. She grunted and Kira told her, “Shut up. “Then she jerked the necklace with the handcuff key out of Melissa’s hand and slung it back around her neck.
“Now, Slave, put those handcuffs on. Time to find out if you, too, are a ‘Sick Slut’. “
Melissa was loath to do it despite the spike of lust the concept drove through her. Even more helpless? She better not. Mistress Kira seemed a bit dangerous to her. She didn’t really know Mistress Kira. Had only met her about twenty-two minutes ago.
Melissa looked from the handcuffs, one open cuff glistening from wet pussy juice, up to Kira’s face, ready to issue a polite pass, a very polite pass, on the suggestion. One look into Mistress Kira’s dark determined eyes told her no refusal would be tolerated. It was not an option. Mistress Kira had not made a suggestion. It was an order.
Melissa was new to all this but she knew it was her job to follow orders.
She watched her hands click one cuff tightly shut on one delicate wrist and then she watched as the cuffed hand traded roles and moved to cuff the other wrist.
“No, Bitch Slave! Behind your back! “
Melissa was startled by the harsh voice and stressed at the prospect of having both hands cuffed uselessly behind her. Even more helpless! Mistress Kira would be able to do anything she wanted to her. As alarming as that prospect was it did make Melissa hot.
She needed… something. A slave like her really couldn’t resist the will of a clever Mistress like Mistress Kira anyway. She clicked the other cuff closed behind her back. There. She had served herself up on a silver platter.
Kira laughed in wicked delight. There would be no straying now from the path Kira had placed Melissa on. Really, the path Little Johnson had planned. In other words, the path that Master Jones plotted.
“I need to come up with a name for you, Slave. You are no longer Melissa. Melissa is dead now. For the time being, Slave will have to do. Now, get down on the floor on your knees with your face on the floor. Stick that ass up and spread those legs, Slave. Never hide your pussy from me because it isn’t your pussy any more, it’s my pussy. Don’t hide what is mine. “
By time Kira finished speaking Slave was already down on her knees assuming the demanded position.
“Don’t you dare move, Slave. No matter what! Do you understand? “
“Yes, Mistress. “
Kira moved behind her and a moment later the spanks began. Slave was pretty innocent but even she had half expected this so she was able to hold her position through the impacts and pain and waves of mixed emotions. Was she really this much of a sick slut? Just like Jacqueline?
The pain did not decrease her arousal. Surprisingly, it actually increased. The spanks stopped and then Mistress Kira played with her wet pussy for a couple minutes. Slave really got worked up, moaning and whining in heat. Her hard nipples etched on the cool wood paneled floor as her gasps made them slide.
The pleasing fingers abandoned her pussy.
“I’m looking at your little asshole, Slave. I can see it perfect with your legs spread and your slutty red ass up in the air. Your asshole looks lonely. “
Slave froze in dread. She felt confident fingers crawling like spiders across the flaming terrain of her ass. They were making their way to her asshole! She was worried Mistress Kira had forgotten her promise to leave her asshole alone. She better remind her.
“Um, Mistress Kira, you said you’d leave my… asshole… alone. “
Slave jerked from the vicious spank her helpfulness brought on. Then the spiders returned to her rear, two fingers tracing round and round the crinkled circle of her anus.
“Stupid, Slave! Shut the fuck up! I know what I said. I don’t lie. At least, not to slut slaves. Why bother? “
Shockingly, Slave felt one thin finger insistently poking at her anus and then pushing inside. Hadn’t Mistress Kira just said she was going to keep her promise? What the hell?
“Stupid Slave, I told you I’d leave your asshole alone “for now”. And I did. But that was then and this is now. “
Slave’s eyes, just inches from the wood floor of her own nice apartment, bugged out as the finger thrust deep in her ass, all the way up to her knuckle.
“Ahhhhhhh. “
Kira sawed that finger in and out rapidly, authoritatively. Despite the discomfort, Slave stayed compliantly in position. Even when the first finger was joined by a second, slightly larger, finger. Those two fingers plunging in and out really did a number on her. They hurt but they felt weirdly good, too. Above her Melissa Kira laughed gleefully. Slave realized this outrage was delighting both of them in different ways.
Mistress Kira had her rotate 90 degrees, the floor hurting her bare knees, so that Kira could sit comfortably on the loveseat with Melissa’s vulnerable ass facing her. She thrust her doubled fingers back and forth for a long while, maintaining the harsh steady repetition, and Slave began to feel she might actually come that way.
Mistress Kira realized she had her at a point where she could force Melissa to take more responsibility for her own pleasure. Just a little. It would be amusing.
“I’m going to hold my fingers still, Slave. I shouldn’t have to work so hard just to make the likes of you happy. You work that asshole on my fingers and don’t stop until you orgasm. “
“Yes, Mistress. “Slave was shocked. Her gasping lips had answered without her conscious permission. Her ass was also thrusting itself onto those rigid fingers. The harsh scraping of the long fingernails did not deter her ass. The harsh sensations just spurred her on. Suddenly she felt like harsh treatment, any harsh treatment, would only serve to increase her arousal.
Slave worked her pained ass faithfully on those demanding fingers. Her grunts of effort and lust mixed with the rain of verbal abuse Mistress Kira unleashed on her and somehow it all dissolved together into an impossibly erotic situational aphrodisiac.
Her thighs were slick with pussy juice and more ran down when she finally came. Her groan was deep and haunting as she jiggled her ass on those fingers and slapped her face back and forth on the wood floor her blonde hair swirling her saliva like a mop. Mistress Kira laughed in triumphant delight and used her other hand to deliver a few choice span
ks to that choice toned rear.
Eventually Slave calmed. Despite her weariness she held her awkward pained position. Mistress Kira had not yet given her permission to do otherwise. Slave felt a new sun dawning over her dark ocean of submission. A new guiding star up close and personal. She would do whatever Mistress Kira ordered no matter what. She would also take no action unless Mistress Kira permitted it.
“Stay right there, Slave. “
She heard Mistress Kira get up and walk into another room of Melissa’s apartment. The bedroom actually. She heard Mistress Kira on her cell phone but couldn’t make out the words. The thought moved like molasses in Slave’s dazed brain that obviously Mistress Kira must not want her to hear her words as evidenced by her stepping into another room instead of just talking on the cell phone over her wet naked tired body. When Slave figured that out she tried not to overhear the indistinct words, even humming just to make extra sure she would not defy Mistress Kira’s will.
Eventually Mistress Kira came back into the living room but then surprised Slave when she went over to the front door and buzzed someone into the building. Surely she wasn’t going to let anyone else into the apartment? Without Melissa’s permission? With Slave’s ass wagging tiredly and pussy air drying?
Slave waited for Mistress Kira to reassure her no one else was coming in. Waiting at least for permission to get up and cover herself. She waited and waited, deeply distressed. She waited until it was too late.
She heard Mistress Kira open the front door and heard multiple footsteps. She was letting in more that one person! My God!
“The bitch is over by the loveseat there. Just wait until you see the sick slut! “
Mistress Kira was actually laughing at her predicament. She was such a cruel Mistress.
Slave urgently wanted to know who the new guests were in Melissa’s apartment. Illogically, she dreaded it might be her own parents.
She heard them walk into the room, heard the steps come closer until two pairs of feet were just inches from her face. Mistress Kira, mercifully knowing she must be burning with curiosity, gave her permission to look up.
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