by JJ Argus
“I don't suppose they go to Princeton,” Taylor said.
“No joy. They're back in Melbourne.”
“Too bad. We could double date.”
“Ha. Now that would be an experience,” Miranda said.
Lunch was... a revelation, in more ways than one. I went on to my next class, shaking my head in considerable amazement. Were all the girls here sluts or was it just the ones I was meeting!?
Or were other girls like this but just... not willing to admit it until they were far from home?
Still, Miranda's admission made me feel a little better. I mean, she'd done nasty stuff too, so she couldn't really look down at me for what I'd done – and I sure hoped Taylor hadn't clued her in to exactly what we'd done!
And she hadn't seemed to be put off or anything. There was no sneering or look of contempt at me or anything like that.
*
I wasn't the first one back at the dorm. Jada had gotten there first. That made me flush anew. I know I'd done a lot of dirty things with her the previous evening, but I still wasn't really comfortable with her. She still seemed a kind of angry and aggressive girl, and made me nervous when Taylor wasn't around. She seemed cowed by the tall blonde.
By me, not so much.
“Well, little sex slave, are you ready for some fun?” she purred.
I gulped anxiously.
“Uhm, I uh, have to study,” I said.
“We all have to study, bitch,” she said. “That don't mean we can't have some fun too. Me and Taylor got some stuff for you. Take your clothes off.”
“But um, we still have to go to dinner,” I whined.
“That don't matter. Now get naked. You want to be all ready for when Taylor gets back.”
“Ready for what?” I asked uncertainly.
“You'll find out. Sex slave!”
I flushed and she grabbed my top and jerked it up, then slapped my bottom.
“Now, slave girl!” she barked.
I winced and then helplessly pulled my top up and off, blushing under her eyes. I hadn't been alone with her much, except this morning when Taylor had made me go into her room to wake her up and lick her pussy. And she was... not as nice as Taylor, which intimidated me. Frankly, I didn't like Jada very much.
I reluctantly undressed, wary of what she intended. I admit, though, that I was starting to feel a thrum of sexual interest too. Last night had been so wild and crazy, after all! Another night like that would be... insane!
She had a box on the table and once my bra was off she grabbed my arm and pulled my hand towards her. She slipped my bracelet off and then reached into the box and took out what looked like another bracelet. Only this one was leather and had a double row of studs around it.
I stared at it as she slipped the curved leather around my wrist and watched her buckle it.
“What is that!?” I said, my voice squeaking.
“What's it look like, sex slave?”
I gulped, heart beating faster, as she took my other hand and slipped a second leather band around it. Then she took a larger version of them – a collar – from the box and I gaped at it.
Holy shit!
She slipped it around my neck and buckled it while I stood there kind of frozen and filled with a wild swirling rush of emotions!
Then she slapped my bottom.
“Get your pants off, slave girl.”
Gasping, I obeyed, sliding them off, and then tugging my thong off, filled with both a sense of embarrassment in front of her, and a dark, tumbling, churning wave of sexual heat and emotion.
Then came another strap, a much longer one. She pulled it around my waist. It was like a belt except it had a pair of thin straps dangling from either side now, front and back.
Jada pulled my wrists together behind my back, and then locked the leather bands in place, sending another tumbling rush of emotions through me.
Crack!
“Bend over the back of the sofa, slave,” she ordered.
I moaned and obeyed.
Crack!
“Spread your legs, sex slave.”
I obeyed again and felt her fingers tracing the line of my sex, rubbing me, then slowly sliding in.
“Already wet, nasty little girl,” she said.
Crack!
“Oh! Please!”
Crack!
“You mean please mistress, don't you, slave girl?”
“Yes, Mistress!” I moaned.
Her fingers slid deeper into me, then pulled out. There was a pause as I stared at the TV, and down at the seat of the sofa. I couldn't really see what she was doing behind me, only feel it! I felt her fingers at my sex again, only now they were slippery. They pushed into me, sliding deeper, twisting and turning as my body began to pulse with dark excitement.
“Nasty little white sex slave,” she taunted me.
Her fingers turned and twisted inside me. I was pretty sure she had more than two, and moaned as she stretched me. She drew them back and then I felt what had to be the dildo against me. It penetrated me and stretched my opening wide, then pushed deeper and deeper.
“Oh! Please! Not so hard!” I moaned.
Crack!
“You know you like them hard, slut,” she said.
“I mean so rough!”
Crack!
“You forgot to say mistress, bitch.”
“Please, Mistress!” I gasped.
The dildo pushed achingly deep! Then she somehow attached the thin strap to it before moving away, leaving me bent over and panting. She returned and now her oily fingers were pressed against my back passage!
“Wha... what are you dooooing!?” I squealed.
“Whatever I want,” she said. “You're a sex slave, after all. I can do anything to you.”
“I'm not a sex slave!” I gasped.
I felt her fingers wriggling in my ass! I remembered, though, what Miranda had said at lunch. I wondered if Taylor had planned something because of that!
Sure enough, the fingers pulled back and then something thicker, cooler and harder pushed into me, slowly, pumping and turning, easing in and back, but always pushing deeper! I'd never been into this sort of thing, and had never let a guy fuck me in the ass before. So I was completely unused to the feeling as the dildo pumped in and out.
“It's too big!” I gasped.
Crack!
“I'll decide that, slave girl.”
Crack!
“And you forgot to say mistress again, slut.”
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Oh! Ow! Please! Please, Mistress!” I gasped.
The second dildo slid deep into my ass! It was a weird sensation! Especially with the first one in my pussy! The second one kind of gave me cramps, but even so I was starting to feel that sexual heat turning to steam inside me! Not only was it kind of a shocking, wicked thing, at least to me, to have a cock – even a fake one – sliding up my ass, but... the sensation was, in my mind, really sensual and hot!
I... don't really understand why. Maybe it was because I considered it kind of outrageous and nasty and the sorts of things more sexually experienced and slutty girls would do. Maybe it was just that with two of them up inside me I felt so incredibly full!
With both of them jammed high inside me she attached the straps which dangled from the belt around my waist, then pulled me upright by the hair, forcing my head back sharply so my back arched.
“Oh! Don't!” I gasped.
“Say please mistress,” she said, her voice a soft growl in my ear.
“P-Please, Mistress!” I gasped.
“On your knees, slut,” she barked.
I fell to my knees, panting, and she smirked and lifted up her skirt, shifting her legs apart.
“Now please your mistress, sex slave,” she growled, jerking on my hair.
I gasped in pain, but had little choice but to lean in and begin to lick her!
This... wasn't the same as with Taylor. I felt more... I don't know, tension, more anxie
ty with her, and it felt more real somehow, being tied up and helpless, than it did with Taylor. With Taylor it was very clearly a game. I was sure she liked me and wouldn't really hurt me. I didn't have that confidence with Jada.
I licked and sucked determinedly at her clitoris and sex as she gripped my hair tightly and glowered down at me, nervous and working hard to please her and keep her happy.
“Agh!” I gasped as she jerked back on my hair.
“Do you love my pussy, slave girl?” she demanded.
“Yes, Mistress!” I gulped.
“Say it, slut.”
“I love your pussy, Mistress!” I gasped.
Saying those words... it did something dark and weird to my mind. It was... degrading. And I don't know why feeling degraded was sending a hot rush of sexual energy through me but it was.
She jerked my face in against her, then eased back and let me start licking again, before jerking back on my hair again.
“You love licking my pussy, don't you, sex slave?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
She jerked on my hair again.
“Say it, slut.”
“Ow! I love licking your pussy, Mistress!” I cried.
She jammed my face in against her and ground her sex against me, then eased back enough to let me start licking again.
This was so sick!
She jerked back on my hair again and I gasped, unsurprised, this time though.
“Do you love those big cocks inside you, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress!” I gasped, panting.
“Say it.”
“I love the cocks inside me, Mistress!”
“They're nigger cocks. I bet you love nigger cocks inside you.”
She jerked on my hair.
“Say it, slut.”
I gasped, my mind swirling wildly, but saying that word in front of her...
“Do it, slut!”
“I... I love nigger cocks inside me, Mistress!” I gulped.
“Nasty little white girl. Tell me you love nigger cocks.”
“I love nigger cocks, Mistress!” I gulped.
“I should bend you over and leave you like that and call my boyfriend over to give you a real ride. You'd love that, wouldn't you, white girl. You'd love a big black cock buried between your legs, pounding you for all you're worth.”
She jerked my face in against her and I licked. I licked until she came, groaning and cursing softly under her breath, jamming my face in against her and grinding her hips against me, her fingers pulling at my hair until my scalp ached.
“Maybe I'll bring over the whole football team. You'd love that, wouldn't you, sex slave? I'll tie you up spreadeagled on the bed and let them all do you all night long.”
I felt my mind swimming in dark heat at the thought. Not because I wanted to do it, understand. No way was I going to have sex with a pile of guys at once! No, but the thought of me tied down naked surrounded by guys... that was hot.
“Say yes mistress,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
Chapter Seven
The door opened and I gasped and tried to squirm away, but she held my hair. She'd already let her skirt fall again, so the only one naked was me! But it was Taylor who came in, glancing at me with interest but not surprise.
“Got the slave girl all ready to please, I see,” she said, crossing to her room and dumping some books there.
“She was born that way,” Jada said, finally letting go of my hair.
Taylor snapped her fingers at me.
“Stand up, sex slave,” she said.
I got to my feet warily, but relieved she was back.
“I still love your tits,” she said, fondling them briefly.
She turned me around and undid the leather restraints, or at least, undid them from each other. She left them on my wrists, though.
“Turn around.”
She had me stand there and looked at me.
“Put your hands behind your neck, fingers interlaced. And spread your legs.”
I flushed but obeyed, feeling the dark thread of sexual heat and electricity crackle up and down my body as they looked at me.
She let her hands briefly caress my breasts, then went back into her room.
I started to relax but Jada, who had sat down, snapped at me.
“Anyone tell you to move, slut?” she demanded.
I gulped and resumed my position.
“Did they?”
“No, Mistress!” I gulped.
“Anyone ever fucked you in the ass, slave girl?” Jada demanded.
“No, Mistress,” I said anxiously.
“We need to get someone to fuck her tight little ass,” Jada said as Taylor came back out of her bedroom.
“She's got a nice ass,” Taylor said, squeezing it.
“I bet my boyfriend would love to fuck her tight, little ass.”
“I bet almost any guy I know would love to fuck her tight, little ass,” Taylor snorted. “Yours too, of course, and mine.”
“Men are whores,” Jada said.
“Yep.”
“Damien, he wants to fuck my ass. I won't let him. But I could let him fuck her ass instead. He'd like that.”
She was kind of slumped on the sofa, and raised her leg, letting her foot press against my upper belly, then slide downward.
“You'd love it, wouldn't you, slut?” she said. “You'd love having a big black man fuck your ass.”
I didn't know what to say! She didn't really mean it... did she?! No way was I going to allow that! Even though the thought of it was darkly exciting.
“Or maybe you think you're too good for a Black man? Huh? That it, slut?”
“No, Mistress!” I exclaimed.
“She was using the N-word before you got here,” Jada said in an indignant voice.
“You made me!” I blurted.
“You accusing me, bitch?” she demanded. “You should get punished for that!”
“Definitely,” Taylor said, coming back with what looked like a gray, turtleneck sweater.
“Put this on, slave girl,” she ordered.
I looked at it in surprise, but then took it from her and pulled it on. It was a turtleneck all right, but too big for me. Well, too long. The sleeves were almost to my fingers, and the hem dropped to my upper thighs. It must have been meant for a girl who was smaller on top, though, because it was fairly tight across the chest.
It was polyester or something, and a little elasticized, pulling in tight against my bare skin.
“What is this for?” I asked as she rolled up the sleeves.
“That doesn't look bad,” She said.
“Needs a belt,” Jada said.
“Yeah.”
Taylor went back into her room while I looked down in confusion. She returned with a silver and black belt she slipped around my waist and pulled in tight. That made the chest even tighter, and also pulled the hem up.
“That looks fine,” Jada said.
“Get some shoes on, slave girl. We're going to dinner,” Taylor said.
I looked at her in surprise, then gasped.
“I can't go outside like this!?”
“Why not?”
“It's... too short!”
“It's not that short. I mean, it's about as long as a miniskirt.”
“That's too short! And I'm not wearing any underwear!”
“Yeah, but nobody's going to notice.”
“They will too! My breasts will bounce!”
“Not if you don't move too fast.”
It was a thin, ribbed sweater, not at all heavy. I went into the bathroom and looked at the mirror and I could see the outline of my breasts pressing against it! I could even kind of make out the dimples of my breasts. If they were hard they'd stick out way too obviously!
No way was I going out of the room wearing this! With the dildos inside me! And wearing a freaking bondage collar and restraints! I mean, the collar of the sweater hid the collar, and the long s
leeves hid the leather restraints, but that didn't mean they weren't there!
They pulled me out of the apartment anyway! And then locked it, and then I had no choice but to go with them since I had no key or anything else on me!
“You guys!” I hissed anxiously as I chased after them!
“No guys here, slave girl,” Jada said.
“Nope. I ain't no guy,” Taylor said.
Thankfully, we didn't go to our college dining hall. Instead we walked along the sidewalk to the edge of campus, with me gripping the hem and trying to tug it down, desperately aware that I had no panties, and that the base of the dildo in my pussy was actually visible if the hem was raised.
The other one had sunk completely into my ass, with my sphincter having closed around the tip of the thin leather strap clipped to its base. This was so freaking bizarre! Walking around like this!
But Jada and Taylor were acting entirely casual, and ignoring my complaints.
“Where are we going?” I asked anxiously.
“A little restaurant, more of a diner, really,” Taylor said.
It was in what looked like what had been an old house decades ago, and was not very big. There was one row of booths up the left side. In the middle was the counter, with those round bar stool things in front of it. There were also four booths. We walked up the left side, passed before the counter, and went to an empty booth on the right side. There were only about four of those.
It was not a big restaurant.
Taylor pushed me in first and I sat down very gingerly, then eased along until I was against the wall before very carefully easing down! Even so, I felt the base of the dildo in my pussy pushed in, which made the head of the dildo jam up harder against what must surely have been the back wall of my sex!
It was only seconds before a waitress came over, about our age. She dropped three menus onto the table and took our drink orders.
“Spread your legs, slave,” Taylor said softly, her hand dropping below the table.
I gulped, heartbeat immediately quickening as I reluctantly obeyed.
Her fingers caressed my bare thigh, sliding up along the inside, and pushing the hem of the sweater up higher! It was already pretty high since I was sitting down. Now her fingers could feel my sex while barely pushing it up a bit higher!
