by Cress, Rynna
“See?” Janelle said. “Now she’s ready for more. Give it to her.”
Lacy obediently pushed deeper, the dildo more than halfway up Vanessa’s ass. Vanessa moaned again, louder this time, and Lacy reversed course pulling back a few inches, then back in…
“Good,” Janelle cooed, releasing her hair. She repositioned her strap-on against Lacy’s wet pussy, still teasing her, delaying the inevitable, filling the girl with anticipation. “You want it so badly, don’t you?”
“Mmmm-hmmm…” came Lacy’s muffled response. Janelle chuckled softly, enjoying toying with the girl. She decided to torment the girl, slowly sliding just the tip of the strap-on into her pussy, grinning at Lacy’s anticipatory whimper.
“Is that enough for you, girl?” Janelle asked sweetly.
Lacy, still working the dildo in and out of Vanessa’s ass, could only gently shake her head, whimpering out, “Mmmm-mmm…”
“No?” Janelle asked, sliding it in another half inch. “Is that better?”
Lacy gave a loud whine, desperate for her Mistress to be fully inside her.
“I see,” Janelle said, smiling. “Well then…”
Grabbing hold of Lacy’s hips, she bucked forward, fully penetrating her with one swift motion, the girl giving out a piercing moan of surprise, rocking forward uncontrollably, driving the dildo even deeper into Vanessa’s ass.
“…I suppose this is more to your liking?”
“Mmmm-hmmm!” Lacy cried out through her gag, beginning to work her neck into a steady rhythm, the dildo pumping in and out of Vanessa’s ass. Janelle smiled and matched Lacy’s rhythm, working the strap-on in and out of the girl’s pussy in perfect time with Lacy’s dildo.
“You want it harder? Faster? Deeper?” Janelle growled. “You’re going to have to give it to Vanessa in order to receive it from me…”
Lacy and Vanessa moaned simultaneously at the thought, Vanessa knowing full-well that Lacy’s insatiable desire to get fucked meant that things were about to get… intense…
It didn’t take long. Almost immediately, Lacy significantly sped up her rhythm working the dildo in and out of Vanessa’s ass almost twice as before. Sure enough, Janelle followed suit, speeding up her thrusts, matching the girl. Lacy squealed at the sensation – it had been ages since she had been fucked, and her body had been starving for sex more than she had realized. Now, with Janelle’s strap-on thrusting in and out of her, she felt as if a sexual floodgate had been released. Lacy wanted all that she could get – her body simply demanded it.
She gave a happy growl of delight, thrusting her neck forward in quick, repetitive jolts, burying the dildo deep up Vanessa’s ass again and again, as fast and as hard as her muscles would allow. Vanessa gave out a long, drawn out, stuttering moan, each one of Lacy’s thrusts taking her breath away. Behind Lacy, Janelle was grinning at the sight of her two happy slaves, and gave Lacy a hard smack on the ass, adding some sharp pain into the mix.
Lacy whimpered appreciatively, ramming the cock with full force into Vanessa’s ass, fully burying it inside of her with each thrust. Vanessa’s moans grew lower and lower, until she was giving a sharp, animalistic grunt with each penetrating slam of the dildo, enduring the pain and basking in the pleasure.
Finally, her neck beyond tired and sore, Lacy pulled the dildo from Vanessa’s ass, lowering her achy head, giving a deflated, whiny moan as she caught her breath, disappointed that her neck couldn’t keep up with her cunt. She wanted more…
Janelle pulled out of the girl, pleased to see her exert herself so fully in order to be fucked by her Mistress. It would be cruel to stop now, she reasoned…
“Vanessa, move forward,” she said, grabbing Lacy’s shoulder and pulling her upright, then turning her around and guiding her back to the bed, pushing her down on her back. Janelle smiled wickedly down at her, grabbing her ankles and pulling them up into the air, her ravenous, vulnerable pussy positioned at the edge of the bed, just a few dangerous inches away from her Mistress’ strap-on…
“Such a good slut,” Janelle cooed, bucking forward, returning the dildo to Lacy’s pussy. Vanessa turned around, repositioning herself over Lacy’s face and looking to Janelle for permission. Janelle nodded, and Vanessa quickly lowered herself down, letting Lacy’s dildo gag impale her ass once more.
Janelle began fucking Lacy again, as fast and as hard as she pleased now, smiling approvingly as Vanessa bounced up and down over Lacy’s face, her ass riding the dildo with the skill of a talented, well-practiced slave. Lacy moaned, her eyes wide at the sight of Vanessa’s voluptuous ass neatly riding her face.
“I want you to cum for me, Lacy,” Janelle said breathlessly, her hips flying back and forth, reaming Lacy’s pussy. “Cum as hard as you can…”
Lacy whimpered and shut her eyes, focusing on the overwhelming pleasure surging through her body with each one of Janelle’s thrusts. She was close, and as Janelle pushed her legs forward, bending the girl’s midsection upwards and allowing the strap-on to slide directly against her g-spot, she felt the intensity escalate higher than she had ever imagined possible.
She clenched her fists and curled her toes, letting out a moan that sounded more like a scream, a tidal wave of orgasmic ecstasy washing through her, leaving her face flushed, her extremities tingling. Vanessa came to a slow stop on the dildo, lifting herself off and moaning with pained pleasure as her gaping ass began to contract, collapsing onto the bed beside Lacy. Janelle hammered her strap-on in a few final times as the last waves of the orgasm rippled through Lacy’s body. She held the dildo deep inside of Lacy for a few moments, sighing with exhausted approval of the two gorgeous young women before her.
Then, she pulled out, Lacy giving a soft murmur at the sensation of the dildo exiting her now hyper-sensitive pussy. Janelle smiled at the sound, unbuckling her strap-on and setting it aside, then climbing onto the bed beside her two girls. She wrapped her arms around Lacy, spooning her from behind and nibbling on her ear, softly caressing the girl’s breasts.
“Did I make you feel good, Lacy?” Janelle whispered.
“Yes, Janelle,” Lacy replied, still breathless from the constant stimulation.
Janelle smiled, moving Lacy onto her back and straddling her, positioning herself over top of the girl’s face.
“Well, now it’s your turn to make me feel good,” she said, lowering her asshole just centimeters above the girl’s quivering lips. “Go on,” she said, feeling Lacy’s hot, shuddering breath against her delicate skin. “Eat it.”
Doing everything she could to silence her squeamishness, Lacy slowly stuck out her tongue, gingerly laying it over Janelle’s asshole, whimpering as she gave it a soft, slow lick.
“Vanessa,” Janelle said, “show Lacy how it’s supposed to be done.”
Janelle grabbed Lacy’s ankles and pulled them up to her shoulders as Vanessa happily crawled in between the girl’s legs, eagerly running her tongue over her tight, virgin asshole, teasing it, tracing the tip around her sphincter. Every instinct Lacy had told her that her ass was a completely private, taboo area, and to have someone looking at it, touching it, licking it… it just felt completely… wrong to her…
And all the same, she couldn’t help but give a loud moan as Vanessa began working her tongue up inside of her, a moan that was quickly silenced by Janelle lowering herself back down onto the girl’s open mouth.
“Like that, slut,” she commanded, her voice firmer than Lacy had ever heard it. “Licking your Mistress is a privilege – convince me that you appreciate it.”
Lacy gave a muffled moan, cupping her lips over Janelle’s ass and lapping her tongue over the woman’s hole, quickly picking up her intensity, soon matching Vanessa’s eager style. The taste wasn’t what Lacy had expected - instead of making her gag like she had feared, it made her… aroused, intoxicating her with lust as it gradually filled her mouth. The speed of her licks increased, and before long, she was working her tongue up inside of her Mistress, moaning happily all the
while. She felt like a slut, a filthy slut, and for the first time, she didn’t just feel okay with it – she felt proud of it.
“Mmmm,” Janelle cooed, slowly rocking up and down on her girl’s tongue, grinding her ass over Lacy’s face. “That’s my good little whore.” She reached down, rubbing happily at her engorged clit as Lacy licked at her ass, furiously circling her fingertips over her dripping pussy, her head tilted back, mouth open and moaning.
“Ooh,” she moaned, her face pained with pleasure. “Lick me harder, Lacy. Harder.”
Lacy shook her face, wagging her tongue back and forth over Janelle’s tight hole. She could start to taste the flavor of her pussy dripping down, and knew that Janelle was close…
Then, the woman began a piercing orgasm, moaning in quick, short bursts as her body began to swell with mind-numbing pleasure.
“Ffffuck…” Janelle moaned out, her voice shrill, her face contorted, her climax pulsing through her body like electricity, her pussy’s cum dribbling out onto Lacy’s chin and neck.
Finally, Janelle caught her breath and lifted her ass off of Lacy’s mouth, then bent forward, grabbing Vanessa by her hair and pulling the whimpering girl up, positioning her over top of Lacy.
“Hold her, Lacy,” Janelle commanded before getting up from the bed, moving to her dresser full of toys. Lacy wrapped her arms around Vanessa, their mouths instantly connecting, their tongues swirling together, the two of them sharing the intoxicating taste of a good, deep rimjob, Vanessa licking Janelle’s cum off of Lacy’s chin. Lacy barely even noticed as Janelle grabbed her wrists and cuffed them tight around Vanessa’s waist.
“Roll over, girls,” she instructed. Barely breaking their kiss, Lacy and Vanessa obeyed, Lacy now on top, and soon, Vanessa’s hands were cuffed behind Lacy’s back, the two of them happily locked in to their embrace.
Janelle rose from the bed, untying her corset and removing her stockings, soon revealing her naked body before the two girls. She moved back to her dresser, pulling open the lower drawer and bending down, removing a long bamboo cane and turning back to face the two of them.
“You handle pleasure quite well, Lacy,” Janelle said, tapping the cane in the palm of her hand, then slowly laying it against Lacy’s ass. “Now let’s see how you handle pain.”
Fear began to build in Lacy’s eyes as Janelle slowly traced the tip of the cane in swooping curves over Lacy’s backside. Vanessa steeled her with a strong, reassuring glace, holding her in tightly.
“Does pain frighten you, Lacy?” Janelle asked, still teasing the girl with the tip of the cane.
“Yes, Janelle…” Lacy said in a hushed, fearful voice.
“And how does it feel to be frightened?”
Lacy swallowed, then answered, “A little overwhelming, Janelle…”
WHAP!
Lacy gritted her teeth, wincing in pain as the cane cracked across her ass with a sharp, biting sting.
“Tell me, Lacy,” Janelle said, her voice soft and calm. “How did that feel?”
“It hurt, Janelle,” Lacy said, her breath quickening.
WHAP!
Lacy cried out for an instant, quickly biting her lip and stifling it, Vanessa gently caressing her lower back and gazing into her eyes with the empathy of a fellow slave.
“Do you know how much it pleases me to see you submit to a beating?” Janelle asked.
“…No, Janelle…” Lacy answered.
WHAP!
“It pleases me greatly,” Janelle said plainly. “You suffer beautifully.”
Lacy, her eyes beginning to water from the lingering pain accumulating across her ass, could only gasp out a choked, “Yes, Janelle…”
“And you enjoy pleasing me, correct?”
Lacy took another breath, then quickly answered, “More than anything, Janelle.”
WHAP!
The cane cracked against her ass again, leaving a neat red stripe, Janelle’s most vicious hit yet. A single tear ran down Lacy’s face, and Vanessa gently licked at it, savoring its salty taste on her tongue.
“So if you enjoy pleasing me more than anything, and if submitting yourself to a beating pleases me, then you enjoy being beaten, don’t you Lacy?”
Lacy hesitated, fearful of admitting that Janelle was right.
WHAP!
“I said, don’t you, Lacy?”
“Yes, Janelle, yes!” Lacy cried out through a sob.
WHAP!
“Then don’t you think you ought to thank me when I hit you, Lacy?”
Lacy shuddered, focusing all of her will towards enduring the pain.
“Thank… you, Janelle…” she stammered out.
WHAP!
“What was that?” Janelle asked.
“Thank you, Janelle!” Lacy cried out.
Janelle smiled, playing with the cane in her hands. “You’re welcome, slut. You want more don’t you?”
“I… I don’t know how much more I can take…”
WHAP!
Lacy cried out, more tears rolling down her face, her entire body shuddering in Vanessa’s arms.
“I will decide how much you can take, Lacy.” Janelle said sternly. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, Janelle,” Lacy sobbed. “Thank you, Janelle…”
WHAP!
“You’re welcome.”
Janelle set the cane down and leaned in, laying her hands over Janelle’s battered asscheeks and gently kneading them, her thumbs tracing over Lacy’s pussy, neatly centered between rosy, red stripes of pain. She leaned in, slowly running her tongue up Lacy’s pussy, up over her asshole, up to the top of her crack.
“Soon, you’ll be my helpless little painslut,” Janelle whispered, “begging me for more.”
With that, Janelle sank her teeth into the small of Lacy’s back, sucking at her skin, marking her. Lacy squealed with pain, clenching her jaw, doing her best to endure it.
“Yes… Janelle…” Lacy shrieked out through the pain.
Janelle finally relented, releasing the girl’s skin and admiring the fresh, circular bite marks.
“Such a good girl,” Janelle cooed, climbing onto the bed with them, rolling them over onto their sides and spooning Lacy from behind, kissing her neck. “I’m so lucky to own you,” she whispered.
Lacy shuddered at the sound of the words. Janelle had always been so cold, so hardened… to know her like this, to see her in her most private, intimate form, to share her emotions, to feel her inside of her head… something about it all just filled Lacy with uncontrollable desire.
“I’m lucky, too, Janelle,” she whispered back. “I never knew anything could… feel like this.”
Janelle smiled and gave Lacy’s neck another kiss.
“It’s only just beginning, Lacy,” she whispered, sharing a knowing glance with Vanessa over Lacy’s shoulder. “Tomorrow, your real training begins, and everything you know will change.”
Lacy shuddered at the thought, embracing her anxiety, feeding off of it. Everything had already changed for her… the thought of training, the thought of more changes… it was dizzying and overwhelming…
But Lacy knew there was no use fighting or questioning it. All that she could do was submit to it, endure it, and strive to be a more perfect slut for her Mistress. Vanessa had been right about her – she was a fast learner.
“Now rest, Lacy,” Janelle whispered. “You’re going to need it.”
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P A R T 4
Vanessa woke Lacy up with a gentle kiss, smiling at her as she slowly opened her eyes.
“How’d you sleep?” she asked softly, the two of them still intertwined and cuffed together.
“Fine,” she replied, smiling shyly. In reality, she had slept wonderfully. It had been ages since she had spent the night in someone else’s arms, and the feeling of skin on skin, the shared body warmth, the sensation of Vanessa’s breath on her neck – it had lulled her into a peaceful, sensual slumber that had lasted throughout the entire night, despite her limi
ted mobility.
“Good, you two are up,” Janelle said, entering from the bathroom in her robe. She uncuffed them, helping Lacy sit up as she slowly rotated her stiff arms. “Into the shower now, both of you,” she said. “We have a big day at the office today.”
Vanessa and Lacy stood and started towards the bathroom, but Janelle stopped them, and moved down to her drawers.
“But first,” she said, rooting through her things, “I want the two of you nice and close.”
She stood back up, holding two small chains, intricate looking clamps at both ends of each one. “Turn and face each other,” she said, clamping one chain onto Vanessa’s left nipple, pinching it tightly below her stud, then clamping the other on the right.
“These are some of my favorites,” Janelle explained as she took the opposite end of each chain and clamped them onto Lacy’s nipples, smiling at her faint murmur of discomfort, connecting the two women face to face, breast to breast. “If you pull on them, they will only squeeze tighter. You see?” She demonstrated by pulling the chain on one of Lacy’s clamps. Sure enough, the harder she pulled, the harder it squeezed, and Lacy winced with pain.
“Of course, if you pull hard enough…”
Janelle gave the chain a firm tug, and despite the equally firm tightening of the clamp, it came off of Lacy’s nipple with a soft SNAP.
Janelle reattached the clamp, stroking her hand through the pouting girl’s hair. “Now go and help each other wash up,” she commanded. “If any of those clamps come off, you will both be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Janelle,” the girls answered in unison before slowly, carefully, and somewhat awkwardly making their way into the bathroom, Vanessa walking backwards.
The two cautiously made their way into Janelle’s elegant clawfoot tub, Lacy shuddering as the water came on, cold at first, then warmer. She could feel her nipples hardening between the clamps, which only intensified the pain, a steady, throbbing pressure that, for some reason, made her weak in the knees.