Angel Faces Demon Minds

by Jessica Rael

  But today was her nineteenth birthday, and she’d pretty much got the hint from Dak that Rebecca was planning to give her a toy. Not that Amber was expecting anything as special as a blonde, which would have been fantastic, but she knew she’d surpassed every one of Rebecca’s expectations – and the Inquisitor didn’t play for low stakes – so she’d probably get one of the really pretty Latina’s McKenna pulled in last week. Amber had been down to the curator’s levels taking a sneak peek at the four wide-eyed, olive-skinned young Mexicans, like a kid in a toy store the week before Christmas.

  The redhead’s personal favorite was number 7466. She looked so scared she’d probably piss herself and faint if Amber so much as gave her an order. Breaking her in would be exquisite, as the little bitch would loathe every minute of the miserable existence the redhead had planned for her. So consequently Amber was a little disappointed to see the young thing being shipped out two days later, but one of the others would do fine. They were all pretty.

  Rainbow Girl gently shook Amber awake at seven. The family ritual was to bring gifts to the birthday girl’s room in the morning, reconvening later in the day for the celebrations. The redhead liked the idea, but then she would have liked any idea. Birthday celebrations had not played a major role in her life to date, and some she would definitely like to forget.

  She was wearing nothing but a pink thong, so she slipped her robe on and took the coffee Rainbow Girl handed to her.

  The knock on the door came at exactly seven-thirty, as expected. Rebecca, Dakota and McKenna hugged the birthday girl, while Lauren hung back doing her shy thing, but that was okay. Amber respected someone who could play like Lauren, there was never any downtime, she’d been doing it so long now that her real life and fantasy worlds had become one and the same thing. Nice work if you can get it, the birthday girl thought as the world’s greatest fetishist stepped forward and gave her big/little sister a hug.

  Then the fun part. In came the big box, wrapped in silver paper with black ribbons and bows, and it sat on the floor in front of Amber, beckoning her forward. But the redhead waited, savoring the surprise, squeezing everything from the moment she could. In a way this was a symbol, it said she’d made it, she’d dodged all the shit that had been thrown at her and come out the other side kicking hard. And more than that, not only had she escaped the world she hated, she now had the power to go back and bust its fucking balls for messing with her in the first place. But then Rebecca had said that thing Amber had heard before, in a movie or something, revenge was a dish best served cold.

  The redhead leapt forward and began tearing the wrapping. She got three fingers under the lid and yanked it off. It sailed slowly through the air in a flourish of silver paper, landing on her bed. Amber peered in, expecting to see a pair of pretty Mexican eyes looking back.

  ‘Oh fuck!’ Amber jumped back, excitedly squeezing her hands into tight fists. ‘Yes!’

  ‘Like it?’ Rebecca wore her usual I’ll always be one step ahead smile.

  ‘Like it?’ the birthday girl squealed. ‘It’s fucking awesome!’ She clapped her hands. ‘Jenny-fucking-Moyse, shit, last time I saw this bitch I fucked her over a toilet seat after taking weeks of her “I run this place trailer-girl” crap. Well hi, Jenny, been a while, and guess what?’ Amber gestured to the large bedroom suite, ‘I run this fucking place.’

  ‘It was McKenna’s idea,’ Dakota said, patting her colleague on the back. ‘She looked through the file we had from that shelter. Took a while but we eventually found her in LA, just getting her life together I guess. She had a shitty little job and a cheap apartment.’

  ‘How d’you do it?’ Amber couldn’t take her eyes of her former adversary.

  ‘The things we do for you, sweetie.’ Dakota shook her head. ‘How shall I put it? The little slut won a trip to Jamaica, collected the tickets, told everyone at work and her landlady, then we snatched her. We had a look-alike board the plane and get off the other end. So, last thing anyone knows Miss Jenny Moyse was in Jamaica, and that’s where they’re still looking for her. Though not too hard, I suspect. No family, no one to make a fuss, and what with the FBI as overstretched as it is.’

  Amber laughed. ‘Cool. You guys are fucking awesome.’

  ‘Well…’ Rebecca leaned forward and kissed the birthday girl on the cheek, ‘gotta go. See you tonight, and have fun.’ Dakota and McKenna both kissed Amber on the lips, and the birthday girl giggled when McKenna slipped her tongue in.

  ‘Hey!’ she cried in fake indignation.

  ‘Sorry, honey, but you’ll be the boss one day – might be the last chance I get.’ McKenna turned to leave. ‘Well, have fun playing with your new toy. Bet she’s gonna love every minute.’

  Rainbow Girl touched her fingers gently to her lips, a little like the signal for shush, except that in the slave’s case it was a request to speak. The packaging had been cleared away and Amber had the bound and totally naked Jenny Moyse lying on her back in the middle of the floor, while she sat on her captive’s stomach diddling with her nipples.

  ‘Go ahead,’ said the mistress, seeing the request and granting permission.

  ‘Do you like her, mistress? I thought she was mean to you.’

  ‘Like her?’ Amber echoed. ‘It’s the only way you can like a fucking bitch like Jenny Moyse, butt-naked, tied nice an’ tight, an’ completely in your power. Ooh, I got goose bumps then, Jenny, how about you? Yeah you did, I can feel ’em.’ The redhead ran her hands across the blonde’s breasts. ‘Oh, Jenny girl, are you ever in the biggest fucking trouble? I mean, everyone here knows how I love to humiliate an’ hurt slaves, an’ I’ve never even met any of ’em before I lay into the bitches. But fuck… someone I actually hate. Wow, that’s gotta be good.’ The young blonde thrashed around under the birthday girl, struggling against her wrist and ankle cuffs, hollering into her gag. ‘Rainbow Girl.’

  ‘Yes, mistress?’

  ‘I don’t think we’re gonna have much luck humiliating little Miss Moyse here until we teach her how to behave, do you?’

  ‘No, mistress.’ Rainbow Girl kept her head respectfully bowed, but there was no hint in her voice that she resented the submissive pose. In fact she seemed delighted that her mistress had asked her opinion. ‘I think she’ll need a ton of training before she’s any good to you, mistress.’

  ‘Think you can handle it?’

  ‘Yes, mistress, I can do it for you.’

  ‘Okay, you can have some fun with her while I’m at the gym. I want Jenny here to be occupied pretty much twenty-four-seven, so I’m gonna leave that task up to you, Rainbow Girl. I’ll give you some extra privileges to make sure she’s treated right.’ Amber winked at the struggling blonde, though she knew her victim had no idea what was actually in store for her. The blonde bitch was a very special birthday treat and the first time was always the best, so Amber planned on taking her time, subjecting her victim to acts of degrading humiliation at a leisurely pace. It wasn’t as if Jenny Moyse was going anywhere. ‘Start by warming her ass, like we did with that little Brazilian slut, Elzira.’ The blonde had gone quiet and seemed to be listening to her abductor’s conversation, and Amber rubbed the young woman’s nipples between her fingers. ‘Elzira,’ the redhead repeated, ‘she was fun, huh, Rainbow Girl?’

  ‘Yes, mistress, you trained her till she was crying like a baby.’

  ‘You see, Jenny, a lot of women don’t like to let the sluts have names, they think it makes it worse for ’em, y’know, like they’re just stuff. But I always make ’em tell me their names. So much easier to tease someone when you know their name, right? I mean, you did it all the time in the shelter, an’ I bet you did it at school, too. But I know your name, don’t I, Jenny Butt-Fuck Moyse, an’ I bet you remember what I did to you last time.’ Amber wriggled her little tush on the blonde’s stomach, trying to get a reaction from the young woman who had gone suddenly still and quiet. />
  ‘Well, things are gonna be different now. I’m not interested in that end anymore. I’m going to let Rainbow Girl have those bits. Nope, I want the other end.’ The redhead gazed into the blue eyes and saw no response. ‘Shit, you’re a stupid bitch. Duh, the end with the tongue, loser.’

  That got a reaction. The blonde arched off the floor trying to throw her rider and shouting into her gag, but Amber just clung onto the girl’s tits and laughed at her pathetic attempts to get free. ‘So now you have a new name,’ she said to the bucking blonde, ‘Miss Jenny Butt Licker Moyse. Got a ring to it, don’t you think?’ The blonde started to sob, thrashing her head from side to side in an exaggerated no, but Amber just laughed and turned to her kneeling assistant. ‘You can play with Jenny whenever I don’t need her, Rainbow Girl. You’ll be her keeper, and I guess she might as well sleep on the floor in your room. I’m going to the gym for a couple of hours, then I’m having lunch with Dak. Oh, and teach her the rules while you’re at it.’

  ‘Yes, mistress.’ Shelly smiled to herself. The mistress really liked her now, and she’d like her even more if she treated the slave with total contempt. The young woman had to be evil, why else would the mistress have had her captured? Why would she dislike her so much? The door slammed as Shelly’s teenage mistress left for her workout, while her assistant hummed happily to herself as she rummaged in the closet looking for the thin cane.

  Shelly dragged the blonde across the carpet and into the small room beside the closet. It was tiny and had nothing in it but a single bed, but it was hers; mistress had given it to her. Shelly shoved the bound slave forward so she fell to the floor on her knees, torso flopping limply onto the bed, then she locked her wrist and ankle cuffs to the base rail. Jenny Moyse’s naked torso now lay facedown on her keeper’s bed, arms splayed to the sides. She began to struggle again but Shelly just ignored her, still humming as she clamped the slave’s restraints in place and removed her gag.

  Jenny Moyse began to whimper and complain, begging Shelly to let her go, but the slave’s keeper just smiled then brought the cane down sharply across the blonde’s exposed buttocks. Jenny Moyse squealed like a smacked puppy, which only served to make the girl disciplining her laugh as she stepped forward and landed another blow close to the first. Shelly moved around the base of her small bed raining blows down upon the reddening butt cheeks, ignoring the blonde’s frantic pleas and grinning to herself in a smugly superior way. Only when the blonde fell silent, finally figuring out that her whining and pathetic begging was simply prolonging the torture, did Shelly lower the cane.

  ‘Finally,’ the mistress’s assistant said, mimicking the arrogant tone she’d heard her own superiors use. ‘Well, it’s probably okay that you’re a little stupid, the rules really aren’t that complicated. First thing you have to remember is that everyone is going to use you anyway they want, and you’ll have to perform any disgusting, degrading task they think up, and it won’t matter a fuck what you think. So complaining will just earn you punishment, not reprieve. Oh…’ Shelly suddenly lashed out with the cane, thrashing the blonde’s already red ass, ‘and sometimes they might just want to punish you for the fun of it,’ the slave’s keeper added.

  Shelly climbed onto her single bed and pulled up her flimsy silk dress, sliding down until Jenny Moyse’s chin rested on her shaven pubic mound. Shelly looked down at the blue eyes peering over her flat belly; the blonde was now in the position she herself enjoyed with her mistress most evenings, but instead of the intense sense of affection and pleasure that would threaten to overcome her when she was pleasuring her young mistress, the blonde began to sob, tears dripping onto Shelly’s pussy. The slave’s keeper sighed, shaking her head in a condescending way.

  ‘All you have to remember is, firstly, I take care of the mistress’s pussy, and you take care of mine. Secondly, you take care of the mistress’s ass, feet and… well… pretty much anything she wants, really.’ Shelly giggled. ‘It’s going to be real fun finding out what she’s gonna make you do. She really doesn’t like you, you know. Anyway, for the minute you’re mine, so…’ she raised her pelvis off the bed, sliding Jenny Moyse’s face between her soft thighs till the slave’s mouth rested against the opening to her moist vagina and the blonde’s nose gently brushed her clitoris, ‘lick me.’

  Nothing happened, Jenny Moyse lay with her face buried in Shelly’s pussy, mouth tightly closed, bright-blue eyes staring wide and terrified over the other’s mound. Shelly picked up the cane and sat upright, squashing Jenny Moyse’s face between her legs, the blonde crying and slobbering into her keeper’s wet cunt as she struggled to draw air past the soft folds of flesh. Shelly brought the cane down upon the blonde’s abused butt, lashing her with six rapid stinging blows. Jenny Moyse cried out as the cane kissed her ass once again, but with her face jammed so tightly in the woman’s sopping vagina all that came from her was a squelchy noise as she spluttered. Shelly found the whole thing hysterical as she instructed the blonde to get her tongue in there, and Jenny tentatively licked the fleshy wetness, leaving her tormentor less than impressed. Shelly leaned further forward, and grabbing her own ankles she held the position, watching the blonde pull frantically against her bonds as she suddenly realized how difficult it was to breathe in this position, every lungful of sweet air being drawn via the other female’s genitals, tasting the sticky juices that flowed into her mouth with it.

  Shelly let go of her ankles and flopped back on the bed. ‘Look, you’d better get your tongue deep in my cunt and suck and lick at it like it was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted in your whole life, or I’ll quit wasting my time and do something useful, like paint my toenails.’ Shelly looked down at the gasping face between her thighs. Jenny Moyse’s mouth hung open, as if she were afraid to close it and accept the sticky sex juice that coated her tongue and lips. ‘And your face is staying exactly where it is while I paint every one of my pretty little toes. Ooh…’ the slave’s keeper rolled her eyes, ‘and it takes me forever to do.’ She winked at the blue eyes. ‘Hope you’re getting this, blondie.’

  Apparently blondie did, for Jenny Moyse’s tongue stiffened visibly, her keeper seeing this pushing her pelvis down onto the trapped face, accepting the tongue into her body like an overdue guest.

  Since she’d been abducted Jenny’s mind had been busy telling her this was a nightmare, that she would wake up back in her apartment, or at the very least the hotel in Jamaica. As she had gazed up into the terrifyingly familiar face of the redheaded slut, while it grinned down at her, she tried very, very hard to wake up. Then something in her brain clicked and she fought back to reality. If she was going to escape the sudden horror that had descended over her for once bright world like a dark shroud, then she had to think – and think hard.

  And she was still thinking, with increasing desperation, as she found herself tied naked to a bed with her face buried deep in another female’s cunt, sucking and licking while the obviously demented bitch writhed and moaned in pleasure. The thighs suddenly clamped her head tighter and she felt the female’s body judder as she struggled to free her head from its slippery prison. She tried to lift her head, willing to break her own neck to escape, then from somewhere buried deep in her brain a survival function clicked in, doing a reversal of policy a politician would be proud of, so she lay there, telling herself it was all just a nightmare after all.

  Mistress had freed Shelly, freed her from that unspeakable dungeon, but what mistress didn’t know was that she had also freed her from a life of sexual abstinence. Shelly had never been able to accept her problem, she never spoke of it, not even to her closest friends, and only once did she get up the courage to visit a doctor. The doctor politely told the shy, embarrassed student that it was all perfectly normal, her G-spot was considerably larger and more sensitive than average, and thus more easily stimulated than in most women. The doctor also seemed unconcerned when Shelly sheepishly told her that that whenever she masturbate
d to an orgasm it was just like being seven again, when she had her other problem, the hot wet flood, pouring from between her legs to soak her panties, her jimmy-jams and the sheets. When she had an orgasm it was like wetting the bed. And just like when she was seven, she would leap from the covers staring in horror at the rapidly spreading stain as it soaked into the cotton sheets, like a diagram of a river delta she’d seen in a book at school – except this wasn’t pee. The doctor reassuringly told her it was a harmless condition, that she was even lucky, that some women spent years trying to have a G-spot orgasm. Shelly didn’t feel lucky, she could never let another soul be there when it happened, so she went to bed every night lying on a thick towel, never had a boyfriend, and became a compulsive masturbator. But now, well, now everything was different. The deliciously probing tongue and soft lips between her thighs didn’t belong to a person, not really, just a big sex toy, one she could play with whenever she wanted. Shelly was no more ashamed that the toy was getting some very close up experience of her condition than she had been about her vibrator collection back home. Besides, her new toy could no more speak about it than her favorite purple dildo could.

  Jenny’s mind reeled back from the horror of what was happening to her. For a moment she thought the horrid slut had pissed in her mouth, but the fluid that poured from the sex her mouth was forcibly closed around wasn’t pee, it was coming from the slut’s vagina for one, and all women knew where their pee came from, even if guys usually got confused.

  Shelly felt the warm liquid trickling from her pussy hole. The blonde was gulping like mad, her tongue, still buried deep in her cunt, was acting like a fleshy little aqueduct, guiding the cum directly into its owner’s mouth. Only the tiniest trickle seeped from Jenny’s lower lip, a little rivulet slowly moistening Shelly’s anus. Shelly decided she would have Jenny lick that clean after. Mistress wouldn’t mind, after all, mistress hated a job half done. She would want her assistant to make the bitch do it; she hated her.