Sorority Sex Slave

by JJ Argus

  She fastened it behind me and I stood up, my breasts tightly squeezed on all sides and thrusting out hard and swollen like mushrooms, the nipples sharp little pencil points.

  I had a little trouble breathing in the tight garment, but loved how it made my boobs stick out. I reached into the drawer and pulled out another confusing article. It was narrow at one end, but grew much wider at the other, and there was something that looked like a soft horse's tail attached to the thick end.

  "This goes in your tight little asshole," she said, and I realized it was the same kind of thing Dog had worn. I gasped and felt a sharp, stinging bolt of excitement in my loins.

  I looked at her, my eyes shining, and offered it to her but she shook her head.

  "You put it in, slave," she said, using the word for the first time.

  I shivered, then placed the thing against my anus, twisting it from side to side as I worked it inside. I winced a little at the pain as my anus was forced wider and wider. I had to clench my teeth to get the fat end inside, but once it was there I sighed in relief as the wrinkled hole closed, only the soft "tail" sticking out.

  I looked at myself in a mirror, incredibly aroused as I saw the lovely tail sticking out of my hole and falling down between my legs. It wasn't too long that it would get in the way, being about eight inches long or so, and it fluffed out very nicely.

  I crawled around on all fours as Carol watched excitedly. She fetched her switch from the shelf and began walking along behind me, slapping my bottom now and then. I felt a burst of heat each time the switch lashed across my buttocks or back.

  She "trained" me as though I was a dog, having me kneel and sit, and roll over and heel. She sat down and gestured for me to come closer, then held her rubber dildo and rubbed it in one hand.

  "Suck my cock, slave girl," she ordered.

  I climbed up over her right thigh, my hands gripping the dildo as I brought my lips down on the head.

  Carol had been kind, she'd flavored it somehow so it tasted like cherries. I slid my lips up and down on the dildo, taking more and more of it into my mouth as I wetted it down. Carol slid her leather gloved hands through my long hair and stroked my soft skin.

  The leather felt strange and erotic as it rubbed across my swollen breasts and down over my round buttocks. Carol looked down at me with a smile on her face as I bobbed my head up and down on the dildo, then she pulled me up higher, pulling me right across her lap like a small bad child.

  I knew what was coming and shivered in anticipation as her soft leather hands rubbed over my buttocks, then slid down between them to cup my bare pussy mound. She stroked my pussy with a soft touch as I twitched and whined in anxious desire.

  "Hot little slut, aren't you?" she cooed, pulling her hand away and holding it in front of my face.

  The leather glistened wetly from my pussy juice.

  "Lick this, slut," Carol ordered. I pushed my pink tongue out and began to lick the palm of her gloved hand, revelling in the taste and the erotic kinkiness of slurping on my own pussy milk.

  She pulled it away and resumed her stroking of my body, her hand moving softly, caressing me, sliding up and down my spine, around my sides and hips and down over my buttocks, then between my legs, where she rubbed lightly back and forth over my pussy pad.

  "Shaved pussies are so beautiful and soft," she sighed.

  She dipped her fingers inside my slit, worming one finger into me as I groaned and pushed back at her. She thrust it in to the knuckles and pumped it slowly in and out.

  She stroked my bottom with her left hand as she added another finger of her right to my pussy tunnel and pumped both in and out. She ground them across my clitty as she pumped, stroking downward at an angle. A groan of pleasure escaped me as I lay across her lap, and I opened my legs wider.

  "Are you a bad girl, slavey?" she purred.

  "Yes, Mistress," I gasped out.

  "Should you be punished then?"

  "Yes, Mistress," I gasped, "Punish me."

  "I will, little slave," she promised.

  Chapter Five

  She pumped her fingers faster inside my buttery sex, and I began to grunt in time to the inward thrusts, bucking my pussy helplessly back against her fingers. She stopped suddenly, leaving me light headed and my body crackling with sexual desire and need.

  Then I yelped as her hand slapped down on my upturned bottom. She began slapping them repeatedly, the sound of her leather clad hands striking my wiggling buttocks loud in the small room. At fist the pain threatened to obscure the sexual pleasure my body was enveloped in, but then as he slapping hand heated up my ass flesh, it added to that pleasure.

  I was panting and whimpering as her hand came down on my buttocks again and again, making my ass hot and tender. Every fourth or fifth blow she would halt momentarily and thrust two fingers into my snatch, really hard, just jamming them into me to the hilt. When she did that I would cry out and strain upwards, my body quivering.

  Suddenly she stopped. I lay tense, panting, quivering, waiting for the next blow to fall, for the fresh burst of pain to cut into my aching buttocks. My senses were reeling from the force of the dizzying sexual excitement gripping me.

  Then her hand slapped down hard, not on my buttocks, but on my soft little pussy mound.

  I gave a startled cry of shock as the biting pain ripped into my super sensitive little pussy pad, so soft, so tender and puffy, so exposed as I bent over her, my legs wide.

  My eyes were still bulging wide and my body trembling in response to the blow when her hand slapped down on my pussy mound a second time. Again I cried out, the sharp, stabbing heat roaring through my crazed brain, ripping through my consciousness along with a wave of dizziness and nausea.

  Again her hand slapped down on my pussy, even harder, and I came, shaking and writhing on her lap as she held me tightly by the hair, her hand now cracking down in fast, hard little slaps, each impact throwing me higher and higher into a burning, terrible orgasmic firestorm of dark, savage pleasure.

  If you've never had your pussy slapped like that you can't imagine how awesome the blast is to your nervous system, especially one already overloaded to the point of burnout. I shook and thrashed like a crazed maniac as her leather clad hand lashed my soft little fuck pad.

  I was crawling and shaking and writhing madly, and almost succeeded in rolling or jerking off her lap, for when some semblance of conscious thought returned I found myself half over her knees, her left hand encircling my waist as she slapped my pussy pad with her right.

  She stopped and pulled my wrists together behind my back, snapping the wrist cuffs together. She undid one of the straps on her dildo thing and the leather peeled back, exposing her sweating, dripping pussy mound. She shoved me off her knees and drew my head in between her thighs as she spread her legs.

  I lapped at her pussy without awaiting orders, my tongue sliding up into her with eager desire. I flicked it over her clitty as she moaned and wriggled her ass on the chair. She raised her legs around my head and brought her hard spikes down on my back as I knelt there sucking her.

  Her head jerked fitfully, her eyes closed as she grunted in pleasure. She came after less than a minute, her pussy sucking on my tongue as I drove it up inside her and sucked out her boiling fuck honey.

  She pushed me off and slumped back, panting for breath. She rose finally, dragging me around to the foot of her bed. She stuck my arms back through an opening between the mattress and a round wooden brace that ran between both bed posts. She bent my arms up around the pole and then, ignoring my gasps of pain, fastened the wrist cuffs to a ring in the back of my collar.

  My wrists were thus pulled up very high behind my back, and I was helplessly bound to the bed, unable to move at all. My round breasts stuck out and up as my upper body was bowed backwards. I was on my knees, my legs spread wide as I sought to ease the very uncomfortable, even painful position I was in.

  Carol squatted in front of me. I couldn't see her very well beca
use I had to keep my head back. I could feel her gloved hands though as they caressed my swollen mammaries. One slid down between my legs and started rapidly stroking my pussy slit, digging deep into the pulpy meat.

  After the hard spanking, my pussy welcomed the comparative softness of her intimate caress and I whimpered in pleasure, despite the fact that my arms felt ready to snap and the collar was pulling very tightly on my throat.

  She bent and began to suck on my right nipple, her mouth delightfully hot and wet as it took the nipple inside. She suckled heavily, her tongue whipping back and forth over the raw little bud inside her mouth. She fingered and pinched the other nipple with one hand as she rubbed my pussy with the other.

  Soon I was groaning and whimpering and trembling against the bed, trying to awkwardly pump my snatch against her hand.

  She drew back and I closed my eyes, shivering all over. Then I heard the sound of the switch cutting the air. I didn't even have time to brace myself as the thin wood cut down onto the center of my right breast. I was so stunned by the magnitude of, of, well, the outrageous attack, so shocked, and then so wickedly, darkly excited, that even as the sharp, stinging pain struck I could only gurgle in shock.

  My breast burned like it was afire as the switch whizzed through the air again and lashed down on my left breast. This time I screamed in pain, trembling violently against the restraints. I could do nothing, my breasts stuck up hard and round and perfectly presented for her switch as she brought it down again, on my right breast.

  I cried out again and she stopped, going to the closet. She came bag with a leather ball which she easily jammed into my gaping mouth. The ball had strong straps which went around my head and buckled together behind me.

  I stared at her, eyes rolling, aware that now I could not even beg her to stop. Yet I hadn’t begged her to stop earlier. Why? Perhaps because of the pain? Or perhaps the shocking, forbidden, outrageousness of such attacks?

  She picked up the switch and lashed it down on my left breast again, then my right, then my left, then my right, each blow falling almost exactly five seconds apart, each impact making my quiver with terrible heated pain and awesome sensory violence.

  As she kept lashing my poor breasts though, the pain began to fade, turning into a throbbing, numbed heat. Each new blow was absorbed by the pulsing heat and brought little new pain. Instead my trembling body began to feel a new and different heat, a massive all encompassing sexual yearning and lust.

  I was numbed by it all, jerking spastically as I felt each new blow, my eyes watery and glazed, nearly unseeing. Carol stopped briefly, moving away, then she was back. I heard the hissing sound of the switch cutting through the air again, the sound slightly different, the tone lower, then I howled into the gag as a blastwave of pain ripped into me.

  My eyes cleared long enough to see that Carol held, not the light switch, but the hard round cane in her hand. She whipped it down again and I saw it strike the center of my left breast, mashing through the soft meat all the way to my ribs, cutting the rounded melon in two halves.

  The cane came back up and I saw my aching flesh resume its round form, though with a dark angry red line through the middle. A split second later the wave of agony ripped into me and I shook violently, my head thrashing from side to side.

  The cane came down again, and again, and again, batting and battering my soft, malleable meat into two burning infernos of aching agonized nerve endings. Tears poured down my cheeks as I endured the horrible burning heat.

  Then she halted, bending over me again. Her hands stroked my round, wounded breasts, gliding over the tender red skin. She bent and suckled very lightly on my right nipple. The feeling was bizarrely pleasurable. I'd had my nipples suckled before, but never, ever had I felt anything like that. My nipple were sizzling with intense pleasure as she sucked.

  It was something like, I don't know, if she were really sucking milk out of it or something, only, with a deep, burning heat attached to the milk, like she was sucking, not milk, but the very fibre of my being, my sexual soul, not sucking it out of me, but sucking it to the surface, drawing it out from some deep hidden wellspring.

  She pulled her lips off it and began sucking on my left nipple. Her fingers rubbed back and forth over the other nipple, and the feeling was so intensely pleasurable, I could hardly stand it. It was like the whipping had turned my nipples into two little clitorises, both ultra sensitive.

  The burning heat in my breasts felt like the heating my crotch when I was nearing the peak of arousal. It was incredible and irresistible, and my body began to quiver and jerk in response, roaring upwards into an orgasm, not a pussy orgasm, but a breast orgasm, an orgasm that tore into my breasts and chest the same way normal ones did into my crotch.

  And yet my pussy was joining in, as the pleasure mounted and my body began to vibrate like a tuning fork, my pussy oozed cream and began to sparkle with heat, as though drawn upwards by fat boiling mammaries. My nipples were burning embers of pleasure as they shot me upwards into a clamouring, but wrenching orgasm.

  I couldn't think, couldn't breath. It was as if I was in a different universe, all alone, just my tiny mind amid towering, roaring liquid waves of intense sexual ecstasy. It was prolonged and terrible, and wonderful. I emerged, after I don't know how long, gasping desperately for air, my chest heaving.

  My eyes fluttered as I emerged into the normal universe again. Carol was kneeling between my spread legs. She'd reattached her dildo and was pumping it up into my pussy with hard little thrusting motions. Her tongue was racing across my breasts as her hands massaged them.

  I stared at her, gasping and panting, feeling her fingers and lips and tongue on my aching breasts, and the hard thick dildo punching up into my womb, then came again, my body exploding with orgasmic fire, the heat pouring out of me as I quivered and shook like an epileptic.

  Carol's hands gripped my buttocks tightly as she fucked up harder and harder, the thick girth of the dildo ensuring it would grind heavily up towards my clitty as she sucked my nipples and jerked my lower body against her hips.

  She stood up and ripped off her strap on dildo thing, then pulled the gag out of my mouth and squatted over my face, lowering her snatch onto my mouth. But I was just too out of it to even realize what was there let alone do anything. That didn't seem to matter. She was so excited she lowered her snatch pad onto my face and began rubbing herself back and forth.

  Her pussy mound rasped heavily across my jaw and lips and nose as she ground herself back and forth with desperate, convulsive movements. Within seconds juice was coating my entire face as she came with a moaning cry of wonder, clutching my hair tightly and mashing her pussy and buttocks down on my head, nearly snapping my neck as she let all her weight down on my face and bent my head back across the post.

  She undid my wrists, or rather, unsnapped them from my collar, then from each other. The wristlets remained locked to my wrists. She removed the tight leather bra thing from my aching melons, allowing them to resume their normal shape. She pulled me into her bed and then lay beside mer, her soft, warm body pressed against mine as we drifted off into sleep.

  I woke in the morning to find my wrists locked together in front of me. The leather restraints around my ankle were also linked together. I was alone in her bed. I turned onto my back and looked around, then down at my breasts.

  They were still quite red and as very tender. I winced at the sight. I touched them gingerly and they felt sort of... scorched, burned almost. The nipples were ultra, ultra sensitive, and very hot.

  I sat up in bed, drawing my knees up to explore the restraints on my ankles. A ring held them together, and I thought I could undo it, but couldn't. It required the use of both hands and though mine were available, they were locked together at the wrists in such a way that I couldn't get the fingers of both hands against the small joined rings at the same time.

  I thought about trying to hop across the room to the door, but didn't want to appear like this out in
the hallway, and besides, the thought of my aching breasts bouncing violently up and down was not an appealing one. I sat back and waited for Carol.

  She arrived within a few minutes, carrying a breakfast tray that smelled delicious.

  "Awake little slave?" she asked.

  "Yes, Mistress," I said uncertainly.

  She smiled and knelt beside me on the bed, setting the tray on the night table.

  "Hungry?"

  "Yes, Mistress, very much.”

  "Maybe I should feed you then, she teased. "Give me your hands, sweetling."

  I held out my hands and she raised them above my head, pulling them back behind me. She snapped the cuffs to the headpost and then picked up a bun and pulled it apart. It steamed hotly. She buttered it and tore off a piece, holding it in her hand.

  She held it out to me and I licked it out of her hand, munching hungrily. She ripped off another piece and I ate that as well, and the next.

  She held a cup of orange juice to my lips and I took several swallows, then she lifted a cover and took out a hot piece of bacon, holding it under my nose before slipping it under my lips. I opened my mouth and she put it inside. I munched down on it.

  "How do your boobies feel, slave girl?" she asked.

  "Sore, Mistress," I said.

  "What about these pretty little nipples?"

  She rolled my nipples between her fingers and I felt a surge of erotic lust.

  "Hot... burning hot, Mistress," I groaned.

  "We can't have that, little slave," she said.

  She picked up the butter pan and rubbed it slowly back and forth across my left nipple. It felt wonderfully cool on my overheated nips, until she bent and began licking it off, then it steamed. Her tongue slurped across my nipple again and again, until I was panting with throbbing heat.

  She buttered up my right nipple and began to lick that as well. Her hand slid down between my legs and she began fingering my clitty as I groaned and wiggled my ass, spreading my thighs apart to open myself to her. I ground my pussy down on her fingers as my body pulsed with sexual desire, then blasted into an all encompassing orgasmic explosion.