Mistress Carla

The slaves of Carla

CHAPTER ONE

"Mei-Ling, I want you to undress and then suck my cock!" Harrison MacLoud said to the diminutive Chinese girl whom he had summoned to the opulently furnished den in his baronial mansion.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the handsome, middle-aged man seated behind the ornately carved desk. "Oh, no Sir, I couldn't do that," the pert maid protested as her saffron skin darkened with embarrassment. "You are a married man. You should not even think of asking me to do such things. What would the Misses MacLoud think is she knew you had done so?"

Hell it was her idea, Harrison thought. But he didn't tell the trembling young woman facing him that. Instead, he rose from behind the paper strewn desk and moved around it. "Yes," he admitted, "I am married. Recently married. However, my wife refuses to perform certain acts which I enjoy indulging in. Therefore, I must look elsewhere to obtain that sort of satisfaction. And you, Mei-Ling, are where I intended to find what I'm looking for."

"But, Sir," the dark-haired beauty protested. "I am not that sort of girl. What makes you think I would be a party to that?"

"The fact that you really have no choice," replied the trim, although graying, executive. "Now, stop arguing and do as you're told: get those clothes off and come here and suck me off." As he spoke, Harrison reached down and undid his zipper, the drew out his cock.

"I cannot!" Mei-Ling wailed plaintively. "I have never done such a thing before."

"You won't have any trouble, once you get started," her employer advised her. "And I want you to get started immediately."

"I cannot," Mei-Ling wailed again. "You cannot make me do such a vile thing."

"I think I can," Harrison replied, his voice cold. "If you refuse to do as I demand, I shall have no choice but to ask the Immigration Department about your status."

Mei-Ling stiffened perceptively. Her almond-shaped eyes widened and tears formed in the corners of them. As he looked at her struggling with herself, Harrison felt a surge of power that made his stiff cock swell and dance before her terrified gaze.

Both of them knew that the young woman was in the country illegally, that calling official notice to her presence would result in her deportation to Taiwan, where she was wanted by the dictatorial government for so-called subversive activities. All the young woman had done was try to force the rulers of the island to allow those freedoms that the constitution of the country said were the rights of her people; but the government looked on the activities of her, and her allies, as attempting to overthrow them and reunite the island with the rest of China. Several of Mei-Ling's friends had been sentenced to death or to long terms in prison, which amounted to the same thing, as the survival rate in Taiwanese prisons was low, particularly for those serving long sentences.

"Please, Sir," the teary-eyed girl whimpered as her employer advanced toward her, his cock jiggling up and down with each step. "Please, do not force me to do what you want."

"I'm not forcing you to do anything," Harrison replied. "I'm giving you a choice: either obey my commands or have your presence here investigated."

Mei-Ling raised her eyes and looked up at the older man's face. There was no pity in his eyes, just pleasure and anticipation. "Well, Mei-Ling?" he asked in a smooth voice. "Which is it to be? It's only four o'clock: I can reach the Immigration Department before they close if you want me to."

"Nooooo," the dark-haired young woman moaned. "Please, don't do that."

"You're the one who has to decide whether I will or not," he reminded her sternly. "And, you'd better make up your mind fast."

The girl's bosom heaved with trepidation as she stood with her back to the door to the room. Harrison's eyes dropped to the moving mounds and his palms grew sweaty as he thought of twisting and caressing the abundant tits. Mei-Ling had extraordinarily big tits for one of her diminutive stature. "Well?" he demanded coolly as he surveyed her lush body and imagined how it would look when she'd removed the black uniform and whatever she was wearing beneath it.

For a moment, he thought he was going to have to carry his bluff farther, that he was actually going to have to go to the desk and lift the phone, pretending to dial the number that would start the Chinese girl on the road back to imprisonment and torture.

The Mei-Ling capitulated. With a sob, she lifted her hands to her throat and began unbuttoning the uniform. Harrison's face lit up in a smile as he watched her fingers move slowly down the front of her uniform, leaving undone buttons in their wake.

For the first time since shortly before his wedding, he felt as if he were in control of things again. Not that he was. He knew that this was Carla's situation and that his lovely, haughty wife was probably watching the scene at that very moment. The entire mansion had just been equipped with closed-circuit TV and he had no doubts that Carla was enjoying the sight of the crying girl undressing as much as he was.

Harrison had moved to the town some fifteen months earlier, after a series of mergers with other trucking companies had made it the ideal center for a network of companies that served four states. At the time, he had courted Carla Lewis in a normal fashion, even indulging her old-fashioned idea that she should refrain from fucking or giving head until she was his wife. The only thing that disturbed him had been her insistence that she wouldn't marry until she'd carried out a death-bed promise to her mother that she wouldn't marry anyone until she'd seen her twin brother Carl, situated in a financially secure position. The real fly in the ointment had been the fact that Carl was a wimp with an exaggerated idea of his ability and importance. Harrison had tried to arrange a position for the young man, but he'd been unsuccessful. The only positions Carl had considered himself worthy of had been beyond his ability to handle.

Finally in his frustration, Harrison had arranged to have the Lewis twins kidnapped and tortured. It had been his intention to dispose of Carl in a way that would've left no trace of him, and to keep Carla a prisoner in his home, a slave for him to vent his lust with as he pleased.

Unfortunately, as he had satisfied his desires with the girl, he had been careless. He hadn't shackled her securely to the bed on which he had forced her to blow him, before raping her vaginally and then anally. Carla had freed herself and turned the tables on him and Olga, the sadistic, Amazonish woman he had hired to effect the kidnapping and breaking of girl's spirit. Now he was the slave, as was Olga. Furthermore, there were now documents that described his actions against Carla, documents that insured that he would do nothing to harm her. If the documents were ever made public, it would mean ruin and prison for him.

Mei-Ling finished unbuttoning the uniform and looked at him with pleading eyes. He ignored the tears streaming down her broad, flat face and told her: "Get out of it and the rest of your clothes. I want you totally naked when you start sucking my cock."

With a sob, the pert little maid slipped the uniform down her arms. Under it, she was clad in black bikini underwear, a black garter belt and dark stocking. She looked at him once more, saw that he was not going to relent in his obscene demands of her, and reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra-strap.

"Beautiful, simply beautiful," Harrison murmured as he put his hands on her luxurious tits as soon as she'd uncovered them. As Mei-Ling slipped one dainty foot from her shoe and unhooded the stockings from the tab of her garter belt, her employer let his fingers caress the full mounds of her tits.

Despite her revulsion, Harrison's hands soon had Mei-Ling's nipples swelling. In contrast to her tits, which were oversized in relation to the rest of her body, the Chinese girl's nipples were small, delicate. Still, they rose and expanded under the insidiously moving hands.

With tears streaming down her face, Mei-Ling eased the other stocking down her shapely leg. Harrison caught her expanded nipples and tugged on them, then rolled them about between his thumbs and forefingers. "I am going to have fun with these," he told her as he pinched the sensitive nubbins, making her shudder. He didn't know whether her trembling was the result of erotic feelings coming to life within her body or because she was terrified by the idea of handling her, but he didn't care. For the moment, he was in complete control of the situation and he relished the feeling of power that surged through him.

Mei-Ling reached into her low-cut panties and undid the hooks of her garter belt, then drew the lacy garment out of the bikini panties. "Please, Sir," she whimpered, "can I not stop undressing now? No man has ever seen me naked before."

"Then I'll be the first, won't I?" he retorted. "And it had better be soon." The icy tone of his voice told her that he would brook no argument. Crying harder, the diminutive girl hooked her thumbs under the elastic of the tiny garment and pushed downward until gravity took hold of the gauzy material and the panties fell to her feet, revealing the smear of sparse, long hairs that grew around her cunt.

Bending, Harrison cupped the girl's chin and tilted her head backward. His mouth descended onto hers and he forced his thick tongue as far into her mouth as he could as he swept his hand down over the curve of her body and pushed it insistently between her thighs. Mei-Ling stiffened as her pussy was caressed by a man for the first time, but she knew better than to struggle. In the brief time she'd been in the room, she had learned enough about her employer to feel he would report her to the authorities even if she fulfilled his demands, should he become angry with her while she was doing so.

Harrison explored the crevice of the Chinese girl's cunt as thoroughly as he explored the interior of her mouth. Then, at last, he was satisfied temporarily. Straightening, he released her and moved to seat himself in a comfortable chair. "Come," he snapped, "kneel down here in front of me and get your hot little mouth working on my cock."

She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes as she advanced toward him, her shoulders slumped in defeat. When she was between his parted thighs, she stated sinking to the position he had told her to take. As she did so, Harrison lifted his ass from the chair for a moment to shove his trousers and undershorts down to his ankles. A blush spread across Mei-Ling's entire body as she gazed, for the first time in her twenty years, at an unhidden cock and ball. Ohhhhhh, the distraught Oriental beauty thought, it's sooo big. Actually, Harrison's cock only measured six inches, which was average.

Reaching out, Harrison tangled the fingers of one hand in the soft, luxuriant, wavy hair of the terrified girl. He drew her head closer to his crotch, until he could feel her hot breath on his damp skin. "First, Mei-Ling," he ordered in a raspy voice, "I want you to lick my cock all over."

A sob escaped her as she extended her tongue and touched it to the frightened rod of flesh rising from her loins. The meat was hotter than she'd expected it to be and the odor that reached her flat nose wasn't anything that thrilled her. Still, it wasn't entirely offensive, just alien.

Slowly, Mei-Ling worked her tongue around the swollen glans of the middle-aged man's cock. Once the spongy head was coated with her saliva, she transferred her labial attention to the shaft, sweeping her agile tongue back and forth as he guided her mouth up and down the length of the obscene instrument.

"Mmmmm, that's good, Mei-Ling, very good," Harrison murmured. "I just know you'll make a terrific little cocksucker by the time I've given you a few lessons."

All his words did was make Mei-Ling cry harder as she kept her tongue busy on the underside of his cock. But she hadn't really expected that he was going to let her perform the deviate act only once. At least he isn't threatening to put that huge thing inside of me, the girl told herself. But that was scant consolation to the terrified beauty. Besides, if he did decide he wanted to fuck her, there would be nothing she could do to prevent him from violating her cunt as he was about to violate her mouth.

"Take the head into your mouth now," Harrison ordered in a voice made hoarse by passion. Mei-Ling gulped and shuddered harder as she raised her face until the blunt end of his cock was against her lips. Stretching her mouth open as much as she could, she managed to force it down around the bulbous glans.

"Keep using your tongue," Harrison directed. "And suck, too."

The distraught Oriental beauty made a mewing sound in her throat as she hollowed her flushed cheeks and complied with his licentious demands. Harrison kept his fingers tangled in her hair, but he also worked his other hand between them and resumed his salacious exploration of the contours of her abundant tits. Mei-Ling, despite her revulsion, was aghast to find that the familiarity with which he fondled her tits was starting to make her pussy itch. Ohhhhh, the diminutive girl thought, he is turning me into a slut. I cannot allow myself to become aroused by this. I cannot. That would be terrible; to be forced to commit such perverted acts and to find some pleasure in the act.

"Work your lower jaw about," Harrison rasped. Mystified, the helpless girl followed his instructions. Soon she had his cockhead churning in the wet, wantonly sucking oral cavity. Harrison gave a moan of pleasure and tightened his fingers against the resilient flesh of the tit he was caressing.

"Now," he directed, "start sliding your sweet little mouth down over my cock. Take as much of it into your mouth as you can."

She had no choice but to obey. Indeed, when she had undone the first button on her uniform, she had surrendered completely to knowledge that her body was no longer her own but rather that it had been given to the cruel man seated before her, to do with as he wanted.

There was only an inch of Harrison's cock exposed when the mushroomy head pressed against the back of Mei-Ling's throat, almost gagging her. "Bob your head up and down," she was told, "and keep that tongue working against the bottom of my cock."

Her heaving tits were wet with the tears that fell from her eyes as she started to obey. And, to Mei-Ling's horror, the itching in her cunt was increasing. With what she hoped was an indistinguishable motion, the diminutive girl started rubbing her thighs together in an effort to dispel the maddening feeling that threatened to spread from her cunt and overwhelm her.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Harrison sighed in delight as her lips caressed his stiff cock during the up and down voyage of her mouth and around the impaling lance of flesh. The financier had gotten plenty of blow-jobs in his life but none had been as exciting as the one he was getting now. Even the first time Carla had sucked his cock, when she'd been a prisoner and he'd coerced her into blowing him by threatening to fuck her twin brother in the ass, hadn't thrilled him as much as he was being thrilled now. For Carla, when she'd finally agreed to suck him off, had been the recipient of sexual stimulation for a week in a regular pattern and her body had been conditioned to perform some sexual activity at the time he had gotten her to suck his cock. Mei-Ling had received no such conditioning.

"Play with my balls!" he snapped abruptly. "But keep sucking my cock while you're doing it." Then he teased her distended nipple as she raised one hand and cupped the swollen nuts in his tightly sacked scrotum.

Harrison shivered as he looked down on the crouching form or the Oriental beauty as she worked slavishly over his cock. His mind pictured her in various positions, her body contorted to make all of her sexual parts available to him. He knew that there was a chance that Carla, in a fit of perversity, might not allow him any farther contact with the girl, but he didn't think about that long. Instead, he imagined himself being given complete freedom with the dainty body, able to ravish Mei-Ling in all the ways he wanted.

"Mmmmmm," he murmured as the crying girl's hot mouth continued to glide up and down over his cock. She kept her tongue fluttering against the heavily-veined underside as she jiggled his heavy nuts in her long, slender fingers. "You do have the makings of a first-rate cocksucker," he told her.

Mei-Ling didn't want to hear such things, but she couldn't shut her ears to his words. How horrible he is to make me do this, she thought. Then she wondered: What would the Misses MacLoud think if she saw me like this? She would surely believe I was a willing participant in such depraved acting's. Of course, the hapless girl had no way of knowing that Carla had been a fascinated observer of the entire scene in the den from the moment the pert little maid had entered it in answer to her employer's summons and been told to remove her clothing.

Her mouth was starting to tire from being stretched as it was. Even though Harrison's cock wasn't as huge as the girl imagined, she was small enough that she had to strain mightily to get all of it inside her mouth. Mei-Ling stood only four foot nine inches tall and weighed only 88 pounds. She wore a 34-b cup bra, but her waist was only 19" around and her hips measured no more than 30", which is why her tits seemed so overly developed.

The rubbing of her thighs together was doing nothing to dispel the itching in her cunt. In fact, it was having the opposite effect. As her pussy grew congested with blood and the dainty lips swelled and grew damp, Mei-Ling was sorely tempted to reach down and fondle herself with her free hand. If it had been dark in the room, she might have actually done so, but she was too selfconscious to resort to fingering her snatch while Harrison could look down and see her doing so. He might think she was interested in doing more with him than she was being forced to. What she didn't know was that Harrison was perfectly aware of the fact that her virginal body was reacting to the lewd act he was making her perform. Indeed, he was so aware of how horny the girl was getting it was all he could do to keep from tossing her onto her back and deflowering her at that very moment. The only thing that was stopping him was the knowledge that Carla would torment him unmercifully if he did so, for she had plans regarding Mei-Ling's cherry. And those plans didn't call for him to remove it.

Harrison was holding back, preventing himself from cumming, for he wanted to enjoy the marvelous feeling of Mei-Ling's untutored mouth working on his cock as long as he could. He was sure that he'd be allowed to have the girl again, but he wasn't positive, so he wanted to prolong his enjoyment of the docilely sucking girl as long as possible.

He sensed the sudden presence of another person in the room and opened his eyes as he turned his head slightly. From the doorway, Carla gave him a lascivious wink and made a slight motion with her hand. Harrison didn't fail to notice that his attractive wife was carrying a camera with a flash attachment.

The next time Mei-Ling's mouth reached the knob at the top of his cock, he tugged a little at her hair. "Suck," he barked as he twisted her head until her cheek was against his hairy thigh and her face was clearly visible. Obediently the girl hollowed her cheeks in an obscene manner.

"Open your eyes, Mei-Ling," Harrison directed. The girl tried but was unable to do so until a sudden, white-light, reached her optic nerves even through the thin membranes of her eyelids. Then she let her eyes go wide open. What she saw caused her to try to shrink away from the man whose cock she had in her mouth. Only a few feet away stood her employer's wife, lowering a camera.

"Don't stop," Harrison rasped as he forced her mouth to remain over his cock.

"Yes, Mei-Ling," Carla said coolly. "Finish him off. And, when he cums in your mouth, swallow his jizm. Drain him completely. Once you've done that, we can decide what to do about this."

Her shoulders began to shake, so hard was Mei-Ling crying, but she obeyed. Once more her mouth slid up and down over the hard cock, but now she moved her sucking mouth faster, at her employer's urging. Ooooh, she thought, this is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. This is even worse than seeing my friends shot down in cold blood by the Security Police. She had barely escaped being massacred at that time and had fled Taiwan as soon after as she'd been able.

What Mei-Ling didn't know was that her nightmare was only beginning.

Suddenly, Harrison's cock swelled in her mouth. All at once, she had a mouthful of hot, salty, sticky material in her mouth. Remembering what she'd been told, she worked her throat, emptying her oral cavity of the glutinous strands just in time to receive another blast of jizm.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Harrison cried, rising up from the seat of the chair and driving the last inch of his cock into her mouth as she swallowed once more. Again he shot a big gob of cum into her hapless mouth, but this time it slid into her convulsively working throat without any effort on her part.

Then Harrison sank back. As he did so, he lifted her mouth from his cock and pushed her to her side on the thick brocade carpet.

Mei-Ling huddled there, her body shuddering fitfully, as a small orgasm swept over her and she wondered what was about to befall her next.

CHAPTER TWO

Even while the Chinese girl's body was vibrating from the unexpected cum she'd received from having her employer shoot off in her mouth, Carla was crossing to her side. As the haughty, blonde woman dropped to her knees beside her, Mei-Ling wondered what was going to be done to her. She was sure that she was not going to be forgiven for what she had done, but she had no idea of what form her punishment was going to take.

Suddenly, she felt a wide band of supple leather being fitted around the thin column of her neck. What is this for? she asked herself. Deft fingers fastened a couple of straps together at the nape of her neck. Then there was a snap of something metallic being fastened.

"Come, Mei-Ling!" Carla snapped, tugging on the leash she had attached to the collar she'd put around the maid's throat. Mei-Ling pushed herself up to her hands and knees. "That's fine, just as you are," Carla told her. The slender, sensually tuned woman turned on her high-heels and started toward the door. As she did so. Mei-Ling had to hurry to keep up with her.

Ohhhhhh, how humiliating! the distraught Chinese girl thought. I'm being led like a dog. What if one of the other servants sees me like this? I'd never be able to face any of them again if they saw me like this. I would lose such face I would have to kill myself.

That was the one thing that Mei-Ling didn't have to worry about. Besides herself, Carla and Harrison, there were only two other people in the house: Carla's twin brother, Carl, and Olga, who, as far as Harrison's servants were concerned, was the personal masseuse of the mistress of the household. The other servants had received an unexpected evening off, being told they could leave just as Mei-Ling was entering Harrison's den.

Carla led the terrified girl up the broad staircase. The house had been built by a man who'd struck it rich when the area had been in the midst of a silver rush in the 1800's and Harrison had had it restored to its former opulence after he'd bought it for back taxes. No one in the area had been able to afford the upkeep of the magnificent building until the self-made millionaire had come to town.

At the top of the stairs, Carla produced an ornate key and unlocked the door to the southern wing of the second floor. That part of the house had been locked since shortly before Harrison and Carla's wedding and none of the servants had been allowed into it. Naturally, they had speculated about what went on in the forbidden rooms. Now, however, Mei-Ling would have preferred not to know. But it didn't look as if she was going to have any choice in the matter. Already, Carla was tugging on the leash, making her hurry along on her hands and knees as the seductively clad woman entered an elaborate dressing room that had actually been a bedroom once and which still contained an oversized chaise lounge.

"You may straighten yourself from the knees," Carla told the helpless girl. As soon as Mei-Ling had done so, the older woman thrust an instant picture before her eyes. "Do you know what this is?" she demanded.

Mei-Ling went pale as she saw, before her, a photograph of herself kneeling, naked, before the half-clad figure of her employer, with his stiff cock half in her mouth. The photo was so sharp that the hollowing of her cheeks was undeniable. "Ya… ya… yes," she managed to stammer.

"I wonder if you really do?" Carla asked. "This is more than just a picture of you sucking my husband's cock, Mei-Ling. It's undeniable proof that you have committed an act that is still considered a felony in this state. If anyone saw this picture, it would mean you could not receive political asylum in America, that you would have to be deported to Taiwan."

A shudder coursed through the diminutive girl's body as she realized her giving a blow-job had only sunk her deeper into the claws of the people she worked for.

"You wouldn't like that, would you, Mei-Ling?" Carla teased cruelly. "Being sent home, I mean?"

"Nooo," the diminutive Chinese girl moaned in reply.

"I didn't think so," Carla answered. "So, I presume you'll do as I tell you to avoid having this picture shown to the authorities?"

"It seems I must," Mei-Ling mumbled resignedly.

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" Carla murmured. "Raise your arms over your head," she ordered as she moved behind the kneeling girl. Although Mei-Ling feared what would happen when she did so, she obeyed, for she feared what her refusal would bring more.

As soon as her arms were raised, she felt metal close around her wrists with dull snaps. Still, she knelt submissively, her head bowed and her eyes on the floor. Then she saw Carla's highly polished boots move into her field of vision. "Mei-Ling," she heard the other woman say, "I'm going to give you a choice: I will free you and let you try running to somewhere you can hide while the authorities look for you, if you wish."

It wasn't the magnanimous offer that it appeared to be, for it was Friday evening and the banks were closed, which meant that Mei-Ling would have to go without funds. She was the only Chinese person in town and had no friends she could turn to for shelter until Tuesday morning when the banks opened after a holiday. And Mei-Ling was afraid to try finding shelter among her own people. Any community where there were enough Chinese that the American authorities couldn't locate her would be covered by agents of the government of Taiwan, who would know who she was and arrange for her secret return to stand trial.

"What is the other choice?" she whimpered, her eyes still on the floor, her arms still high above her head.

"All the assistance that the MacLoud fortune and my family's connections can bring, if you should be discovered to be in the country illegally," Carla answered. "But, there is a price for assistance."

"What?" Mei-Ling asked, although she knew she was going to pay it. No matter what the price, it couldn't be too high to avoid being returned to Taiwan for trial and imprisonment, or death.

"I'm what's called a sadist," Carla answered. "Do you know what that means?" Without giving the girl a chance to reply, the tall, svelte blonde continued: "That means that Harrison didn't quite tell you the truth earlier. It means I do suck his cock, but I don't allow him to finish. Instead, when I suck on his cock, I might do it for half an hour or longer, until it's torture."

"But then, you see, Harrison is my slave. I can torture him if I want to. He agreed to that, when his only other choice was death at my hands."

"That's the price you'll have to pay, if you don't want to be turned over to the authorities: you can become another of my slaves, someone to whom I can do whatever I wish, as long as it amuses me."

Mei-Ling's stomach lurched, but she whispered: "I will be your slave."

"Truly?" Carla teased. "I will be cruel to you. I will use you, and allow others to use you. You will be taught to do anything I say, simply because I say it. It won't matter what you want. Or what you feel. Only my desires will have any importance in your life."

"I will truly be your slave," Mei-Ling answered. "I have no choice. I know what will happen to me if I am returned to my own land: I will be forced to satisfy the men employed by my government. I have known women who were charged with lesser crimes than I who killed themselves rather than continue to allow their bodies to be subjected to the demands of man after man after man; thirty or forty at a time, one right after the other." She shuddered. "Your cruelty can not begin to equal that with which I would be treated if I were returned to Taiwan."

"Very well," Carla agreed. "Prove your slavedom by bending down and kissing my feet."

With tears starting to stream down her face again, Mei-Ling did so. And, once she had pressed her lips to both of Carla's boots, when she was ordered to remove them and kiss the other woman's feet again, she obeyed that order, too.

"Move closer, Mei-Ling," the haughty blonde commanded. The hapless girl shuffled forward until her belly was almost to the edge of the chaise lounge. Then Carla tangled one hand in Mei-Ling's hair and forced her head back. Wantonly she pressed her mouth to the handcuffed girl's, her tongue pushing into the interior of the other woman's mouth. As she explored the depths of the hot, dry oral cavity, Carla ran her free hand over the helpless girl's body, fondling her tits until her nipples swelled again, then caressing her cunt until Mei-Ling snorted in reaction to the lewd treatment.

"Undress me, Mei-Ling," Carla commanded at that point, taking both of her hands away from the younger woman's trembling body. It was all the Oriental beauty could do to avoid sobbing, so high had the desire within her been driven by Carla's licentious hands. But she suspected that to reveal the heights of her arousal would be a mistake. So she bit her lower lip to stifle a groan of regret that the knowing hands were no longer working their insidious magic on her virginal body and set about complying with Carla's wish.

Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the high-collared blouse and drew it off the other woman's shoulders and down her arms. Beneath the blouse, Carla wore a low-cut bra that displayed her generous tits to perfection. Mei-Ling had to twist to get her hands on the hooks of the strapless garment, but she managed to unfasten it.

"Do you think I have good tits, Mei-Ling?" Carla asked, her eyes laughing at the other woman's discomfort.

"Yes, I suppose you do," was the reply.

Without warning, Carla slapped Mei-Ling across the mouth. "From now on, when you address me, you will call me Mistress," she snapped. "And, when I ask you a question, I expect a straight answer, not what you 'suppose'. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress," the Chinese girl whimpered. She wanted to touch her fingers to her smarting lip but forced her hands to remain where they were.

"Now, do you think I have good tits?" Carla demanded.

It took all the will she could muster to do so, but Mei-Ling raised her eyes and looked at the other woman's naked torso. Carla's tits, while generous were still dainty. They looked as if they belonged with her slender frame, not like Mei-Ling's own tits, which seemed to have been intended for another, larger woman.

Mei-Ling ran her eyes critically over the other's tits, which seemed to have been intended for another, larger woman.

Mei-Ling ran her eyes critically over the other's tits. As she looked at them, she had to admit that they were good. In fact, her voice bespoke her truthfulness when she said: "I think you have beautiful tits, Mistress."

"Mmmmmm, good," Carla murmured. "Then you won't mind licking them and sucking them while you finish undressing me, will you?"

Once again, Mei-Ling's stomach lurched. But it didn't seem as horrible a request as that Harrison had made of her and she had been able to comply with that. "No, Mistress," she whimpered, "I will lick and suck your tits."

"Begin then," Mei-Ling heard the other woman order. With a choked back sob, the Oriental girl bent her head and set her slim tongue to coursing over the pert little mounds as her fingers set to unbuckling Carla's belt.

While she undid the buttons on the front of Carla's slacks, and her tongue slithered over the swelling mounds of the blonde's tits, Mei-Ling started to wonder just what else Carla was going to require of her. For the first time, she started to wonder if she hadn't been stupid in consenting to become the other woman's slave. What if she wants me to lick other parts of her body? Mei-Ling asked herself. Then she shuddered as she told herself: No, she would not be that cruel.

How do you know? she challenged herself as she opened the front of Carla's slacks and caught hold of them and the other woman's panties. She has a husband to do those things, she replied to herself as she started tugging at the last garments the tall blonde wore.

She has a husband to lick and suck her tits, too, she thought as she worked the slacks and panties over the trim mounds of the other woman's ass and onto her sleek thighs. But she's got you doing those things to her now.

Ohhhh, she told herself as she circled her tongue around one of Carla's extended nipples, brushing the tip against the pebbly areola that surrounded the stiffened nubbin, that's just so I'll understand that she's the boss. She said she was sadistic, not that she was a lesbian. She's not going to want to do anything but spank me, hurt me a little. I'm not going to like it, but I can live with it. I'll have to.

"Suck now," Carla purred as Mei-Ling pulled her clothes below her knees. The saffron-skinned girl obediently opened her lips and took the distended nipple inside, drawing on it as wanton a manner as she could manage.

When Mei-Ling started working her slacks and panties over her feet, Carla reached out one of her long arms and closed her hand against the pliant flesh of the other woman's tit. At the same time, she pressed the other hand against the back of Mei-Ling's head, forcing her to take more of the shapely tit she was sucking into her mouth. "Mmmmmm, that's a good little slave," the aristocratic blonde murmured as she slid her hand down to caress the side of the Oriental girl's face.

Carla was totally naked by then, sitting before the kneeling girl with her knees as far apart as they could go, her entire cunt spread open like half a piece of fruit. As she thought of the simile, Mei-Ling shuddered, hoping that she wasn't going to be made to eat the other woman as she would a piece of fruit.

Actually, it looked as if she wasn't going to be made to day anything more to Carla. The haughty blonde was pushing her mouth off her tit and saying: "Hang up my clothes, Mei-Ling." Grateful for the apparent respite, the Chinese girl hastened to obey.

When she had finished taking care of Carla's clothing, the handcuffed Oriental girl turned to discover that, in the interval, Carla had moved a chair to a point near the chaise lounge. "Come here," the other woman said languidly.

With a wildly beating heart, Mei-Ling obeyed. She will make me lie across her lap now and spank me with her hairbrush, the girl thought. But, while Carla ordered her to stretch out, it was on her back on the chaise. And Carla used the hairbrush as it was intended to be used, to brush her long blonde hair.

"You get horny, don't you, Mei-Ling?" Carla asked, conversationally.

"Ye… yes, Mistress," the other replied, blushing.

"When you do, when you get so horny that you can't stand it, you play with yourself, don't you?" was Carla's next question. Again Mei-Ling blushed as she answered affirmatively.

"What the hell," Carla replied, laughingly. "Why're you so uptight about talking about sex? Why are you blushing just because you've admitted masturbating? Everybody does it. Even people that are married do it to themselves once in a while."

"It… is a subject I'd rather not talk about, Mistress," the girl managed to say.

Carla cocked her head and gave Mei-Ling a quizzical look. "No matter, I guess," she drawled, "since you're going to show me what you do."

"Mistress?" Mei-Ling breathed, hardly daring to credit her hearing. Carla couldn't really expect her to do that, could she?

"Go ahead!" the blonde woman snapped. "Pretend that you're alone and that you're super-horny; do whatever you'd do to bring yourself off."

Mei-Ling stared at her for a moment, wondering if this wasn't some sort of horrible joke. No, she decided, she is serious, she really does expect me to fondle myself while she watches. But, I… Suddenly she realized that he had to do what she'd been told. She had agreed to be this woman's slave; her own desires no longer had any validity. If it amuses her to see me touch myself, I'll have to do it, the distraught girl told herself. And I can't beg her not to make me do it, that will just make her enjoy it more when she forces me to comply with her perverted desires.

"I'm waiting, Mei-Ling," Carla snapped. "I don't want to have to tell you again. After all, you know what the alternative is, if you should change your mind about being a slave."

It was all the reinforcement Mei-Ling needed. With an audible gulp, she lifted her chained hands and placed her palms against the ends of her tits, then commenced to rotating them. Slowly, despite the lack of desire within her, Mei-Ling made her nipples swell and grow until they were large enough for her to catch them in her fingers.

She did so, tweaking them gently as she commenced rubbing her thighs together. Gradually, despite her embarrassment at having to perform such a vile act while the other woman stared at her, Mei-Ling felt the flesh of her pussy start to swell and grow damp. Although she normally would've spent a lot more time playing with her tits, she decided to get the degrading act over with as soon as she could, so she released her tits and slid her hands down over the flat plane of her stomach. While she did so, she planted her feet solidly against the chaise and raised her knees until her heels were against the compact mounds of her ass. Then she swung her knees away from each other as far as they would go, until the tendons that attached her legs to her torso stood out plainly.

She didn't touch her pussy though. Instead, she ran her fingertips up and down her thighs for several moments, barely brushing the heels and sides of her hands against the silky hairs that grew above and round her cunt. Slowly, as she caressed her legs, Mei-Ling managed to forget that Carla was seated almost next to her, watching with amusement as the Chinese girl excited herself.

Mei-Ling's cunt grew hotter and wetter as she continued to tease herself by ignoring the swollen flesh. Finally, however, she could stand tormenting herself no longer. With her middle finger, she traced the beaded surface of her cuntal cleft, rubbing her juices into her hot flesh.

Up and down between the engorged lips of her cunt moved her finger, until her hips commenced to stir on the broad chaise. At that point, she curled her middle finger and brushed the tip of it at her swelling clit. Abruptly the bud blossomed up to its full length and she worked her finger harder and faster against it.

"Nnnnnggghhhh," Mei-Ling moaned as her trim little ass started lifting and falling. Her tits heaved and her thighs quivered as she foraged in her pussy with her fingers, working hard to satisfy herself in the hope that it would be the end of her ordeal once she had satisfied Carla's bizarre tastes.

Her nostrils flared as her excitement grew in spite of herself. As she continued working her fingers in her snatch, the hapless girl knew her hips were lifting and falling in imitation of the coital system. She must think I'm a slut, to be doing this without protesting, she told herself. But I'm just a realist. I know my protests will be ignored, so I comply. I have no choice.

"Nnnnnuuuhhh," she panted, her small asscheeks contracting with her pleasure as they rose in the air. Almost desperately, the Oriental beauty started working first one finger, then several, into the tight passage of her pussy. As she sawed the first joints of the fingers in and out of her virginal twat, she rubbed the fingers of her other hand against her swollen clit with greater urgency.

"Nuuuhhhhhh," Mei-Ling panted as her ass slapped at the firm mattress of the chaise lounge. Behind her tightly shut lids, her eyes rolled back a little and her mouth opened further of its own volition.

So caught up was she in her fondling of her own pussy that the touch of Carla's hands to her heaving tits didn't register at first. Then, when the added stimulation did penetrate her lust-besotted mind, she did nothing but moan louder at the extra pleasure she was feeling.

"Yyiiiieeeee!" Mei-Ling screamed suddenly as her ass rose higher into the air and her juices flowed copiously over her fingers. Her entire compact body shuddered in a series of violent paroxysms as she came harder and harder.

At last, she stilled the actions of her fingers against her cunt and let herself collapse back to the chaise lounge. The hands were still busy on her tits and she let her eyes flutter open as she wondered about that. In truth, Mei-Ling had gotten so involved with her cum that she'd forgotten Carla had advanced her role from that of spectator to that of participant.

"Mmmmmm, darling, that was beautiful," the blonde told her as Mei-Ling turned her head and saw the other woman's avid face staring at her. "Now, lick your fingers clean and we can get on with it."

CHAPTER THREE

Mei-Ling's body reacted wildly to the command. One moment she was lying languidly on the chaise lounge in the afterglow of her cum, the next she was sitting up, her feet on the floor and the muscles in her legs tensed to spring. "Nooo!" she cried in horror. "I can't, I can't!"

"Certainly you can," Carla retorted. "And you will. It'll get you ready to taste my pussy-juices when you're eating me."

The Oriental girl shot to her feet and backed away from the other. "Nooo," she moaned, "nooooo."

"Yes!" her abuser shot back.

"I'm not a pervert," Mei-Ling insisted.

"You will be," Carla informed her. "Actually, I don't consider myself a pervert because I like eating cunt. Indeed, I don't even consider myself a pervert because I get a kick out of mistreating people or making them do things that they wouldn't do otherwise. Instead, I like to think of myself as being on the cutting edge of a new awareness of sexuality."

"You, if you want, can consider me a pervert. But, you may well accept this, my dear, you are going to become a pervert, too, if that's how you want to think of women eating each other. Because, mark my words, you are going to eat me, just as I'm going to lick your pretty pussy until you go crazy."

Mei-Ling cowered before the other woman's gaze, her senses reeling. "You… you can eat me if you want," she whimpered. "I can't stop you. But, I'm not going to do anything like that to you. I… I'd rather die than kiss your cunt."

"Oh, don't be melodramatic," Carla snapped. "It's not the end of the world. Actually, it's a lot of fun. Once you've eaten me two or three times, you'll probably find that you're looking forward to doing it again as soon as you get a chance."

"You know," she went on, "I had the same attitude about eating pussy as you did. I had to be forced to do it the first couple of times. But, gradually, I got over my hatred of it. Now, balling a woman is just another variation on sex to me, just another way of having fun."

The Chinese girl shook her head. "Noooo," she moaned. "I just couldn't."

"Sure you could," Carla told her calmly. "Come over here and try it."

"I won't," Mei-Ling insisted. "You can't make me."

Carla chuckled. "Don't be absurd, Mei-Ling. I can make you do anything. I can even make you beg me to let you eat my cunt."

The distraught Oriental beauty shook her head so hard her hair whipped across her face. "Nooooo, I'd never do that," she proclaimed.

"Oh, but you will," Carla retorted. "Indeed, you will do so before the evening is over. So why don't you just give up the protestation and let's start having fun together, hmmmm?"

"No," Mei-Ling replied. "I won't do it. And you won't be able to make me."

To her surprise, Carla smiled. "You know," she said conversationally, "I'm glad you're taking this attitude. I was actually afraid that I'd be able to talk you into doing what I want. Now, I get to have some other fun with you before we eat each other." Suddenly, she turned her head. "Get in here!" she snapped toward the door that led to the interior of the wing; the door which was slightly ajar.

Mei-Ling's eyes turned to regard that door, which was swinging open. Then the horrified Chinese girl started backing away from where she'd stood, because Carl and Olga were entering the dressing room. And both of them were naked.

What kind of place is this? the Oriental girl asked herself. What kind of woman is she, letting her brother look at her naked? She, of course, had no way of knowing that Carl had done more than merely look at his sister's nakedness, no way of knowing that he had sucked her tits and cunt, that he had fucked her ass with his tongue or had her sit over his stiff cock and fuck herself until she was incapable of cumming anymore.

"Mei-Ling needs some correcting," Carla said to the naked pair. "Prepare her for it."

Carl and Olga started shuffling toward the terrified girl, moving away from each other to come at the trembling young woman from both sides. They couldn't move fast, because both were wearing fetters that restricted how far apart they could move their feet. In addition, they were handcuffed as Mei-Ling was.

"Come, leibchen," Olga murmured. "It is better you do not fight. You have made your point, no one will think bad of you if you do now what the mistress demands."

"Yeah, baby," Carl agreed in an oily voice. "You're going to do it anyway, why not save yourself some agony?"

"Nooo," the diminutive woman moaned. "I will not do it, I will not!"

They kept closing in on her, driving her back toward a corner of the room. If she kept retreating, Mei-Ling knew, they would soon be able to capture her. With a sudden burst of energy, she leaped forward, intending to pass between them. She didn't know what she would do after she eluded them, but she would worry about that when she put some distance between her and the diabolic pair.

She almost managed to get away. But, at the last moment, Carl twisted and went to one knee as his hands shot out and closed on her right ankle. Off balance, Mei-Ling started to fall forward. She threw out her hands to break her fall, but it was unnecessary. Almost as fast as Carl had moved, Olga spun and caught the small woman under the waist.

Mei-Ling tried to hit at them, but Olga had anticipated her reaction. As Mei-Ling's arms swung, the older, sturdier woman grabbed them and forced them down to the struggling girl's body. At the same time, Carl had managed to shift his grip until he had both of Mei-Ling's feet in his grasp.

Effortlessly, he yanked her feet off the floor. Only Olga's hold on her hands kept Mei-Ling from being thrown onto her face. She struggled and squirmed as hard as she could but couldn't free herself from the iron grip in which they held her. Slowly, the two bound slaves bore their mistress' latest victim toward the chaise lounge.

"Your last chance to agree to do as I want," Carla told the wildly struggling captive.

"I won't! I won't!" Mei-Ling insisted.

"Yes, you will," Carla countered, her face aglow with anticipation. "If not now, then later. Yes indeed," she added, "before long you will be begging me to let you eat my cunt."

"Never!" Mei-Ling swore.

"Prepare her!" Carla snapped. The others, obviously, knew what she meant. One moment, Mei-Ling was being held by them in midair; the next, she was dumped, unceremoniously, onto her belly over the curve of the top of the chaise. Carl released her feet, but before she could do anything about regaining her freedom, he pressed his weight to her writhing body, holding her as she had been placed.

Her arms had been pulled away from her body as she had been positioned. Now Olga dropped to her knees before the crying girl and yanked down on her arms. Swiftly she located a length of chain on the floor and attached the snap on the end of it to the short piece of chain between the handcuffs. When she rose, Mei-Ling found, to her dismay, that her hands had been totally immobilized. She could strain and struggle all she wanted, but she couldn't lift her arms. "Aaaaahhhhh, please, please, let me go," she begged. "Please. I don't want to do what you ask, Mistress."

"What you want doesn't count, slave," Carla replied coldly.

As soon Olga had chained Mei-Ling's hands securely, Carl had risen from her back. Now he and the older woman each took one of the sobbing girl's feet in their hands and pulled away from the other, until Mei-Ling's pussy was exposed and the tight cheeks of her ass were drawn apart to the point that the puckered rosette of her asshole was made visible.

"Heeeeeellp!" Mei-Ling screamed.

"Go ahead, darling, yell all you want to," Carla advised her. "You'll find that it doesn't do any good, but do it anyway. I'm beginning to like the sound of my slaves screaming."

Carl and Olga knelt and suddenly Mei-Ling felt bands of metal being closed around her dainty ankles. When the others rose and stepped away from her, she was dismayed to learn that she was totally immobilized, unable to do more than twist and writhe about in the obscene position she had been bound in.

A swishing sound reached her ears. Then a thin line of fire seemed to ignite across the swell of her trim little ass. Her head snapped up as she gave vent to the agony that had shot across her flesh.

Again the swishing sound came and, again, she yelled in agony as the instrument that Carla was wielding bit into the taut flesh of her ass, a little below the mark left by the first blow.

"Eeeeeeyyyyyaaaaa!" Mei-Ling screamed.

Carla paused to savor the sight of the angry red lines that crossed the smooth, unblemished semi spheres of her captive's ass. Then, with a lewd smile on her face, she landed the thin switch on the taut flesh of the compact mounds of the diminutive girl's ass three times in rapid succession, striking the second and third blow even as Mei-Ling was screaming her agonized reaction to the first.

"I think the strap now," Carla murmured. Olga obediently handed her a wide piece of stiffened leather. When Carla brought it down on the helpless Oriental's ass, it caused a different sort of pain, but a pain that was just as strong as that produced by the lash.

"Hhhuuuggaaaa!" Mei-Ling yelled. Her voice was already starting to become hoarse, so hard had she screamed before.

Again and again the strap bit into her abused ass. Carla moved the strap up and down until he had turned the entire surface of Mei-Ling's compact ass a dull red. When she finally let the strap trail to the ground, her body was covered by a thin sheen of sweat that Carl hastened to pat away from her glowing figure with a soft towel.

"Mmmmm," Carla murmured as she ran her hands over Mei-Ling's smarting ass. "What shall I use now? The whips? No, I think the hairbrush should be next."

A moment later, thousands of tiny pins seem to prick the aching flesh of the bound girl's ass as the other woman slammed the brush bristle down into her ass. "Eeeeyaaa!" Mei-Ling yelled as she tried, desperately, to twist away from the cruel instrument, bound as she was, there was no escaping the terrible blows that rained on her unprotected ass.

"I think we should advance things a little," Carla said.

What does she mean by that? Mei-Ling wondered, not liking the sound of the statement and fearing what it portended for her. It wasn't long before she found out; Carl and Olga moved around to the front of the chaise and dropped to their knees before her.

The leering smiles on their faces frightened the girl, but she couldn't find the strength to protest as they shifted about until they were slouching below her. Then they reached out and lifted her tits, pulling them toward their mouths. "Ohhhhhh, nooo," she moaned as the other slaves bent their heads and fastened their lips to her nipples, sucking on them wantonly until they commenced swelling.

Behind her, Carla started rotating the brush each time she swung it. Thus, half the time, it was the hard wood that slammed into the taut curves of Mei-Ling's defenseless ass, the other half of the time it was the bristles that bit at her agonized flesh. And, all the while, Carl and Olga's mouths worked against the tips of her tits, sending conflicting messages to her mind until pain and pleasure were equally mixed in her brain.

Carla stopped striking the helpless girl's ass and transferred her attention to the widely spread thighs, striking the backs of them as often as she twisted the brush and slammed it into the sensitive inner surfaces. Her tits heaved with her exertions and her hair flew about as she rained blow after blow onto the hapless young woman's legs or the underside of her compact ass where it joined her thighs. Mei-Ling's screams filled the room, although they were no longer as loud as they had been when the torture had begun, since Mei-Ling was crying so hard that she had trouble drawing enough breaths to scream as loudly as that.

Once more Carla ceased her abuse of the other girl. She ran her hands over the battered curves of the helpless Oriental's ass, her sharp nails digging into the tender surfaces. "Are you ready to eat me now?" she asked calmly.

"Noooooo," Mei-Ling moaned. It was all she could do to make the statement, but the idea of putting her mouth to Carla's snatch was still more abhorrent to her than her fear of a continuation of the beating.

"Very well, we shall proceed then," Carla said. The next time the bristles landed, she brought them into contact with the gaped flesh of Mei-Ling's cunt.

"Eeeeeeeeyyyaaaa!" the defenseless girl screamed. This cry was louder than any she had uttered so far, but the agony she felt was twice as severe as anything she'd been exposed to before. Ohhbhh, she'll kill me! the distraught beauty thought as the cruel blow was repeated, drawing another extra-loud scream of agony from her tortured lungs.

Her tits were aching, so ardently were Olga and Carl sucking on her now distended nipples. Mei-Ling sobbed brokenly as she felt Carla's fingers exploring her aching cunt. "I wonder who many blows like that she can take before she passes out," Carla mused aloud.

Those words, more than what had happened to her so far, broke the diminutive girl's spirit. "Noooo," she moaned. "Stop. Please! Stop!"

"You know what it will mean if I do?" Carla demanded.

"Yes," the girl whimpered in acknowledgement. "I… I agree. I did not think you could do it, but you have. You have taught me there are worse things than eating pussy. Much worse things. I will eat your cunt if you will stop hitting me on mine."

"Do you want to eat my cunt?" Carla asked coldly.

"No," Mei-Ling replied honestly. "But I would rather do that than have you torture me any longer."

"I suppose that's good enough," Carla said. "Olga," she then snapped, "put some salve on her."

To Mei-Ling she added: "You won't change your mind while you enjoy this last respite, not if you're smart. If you do, well, I'll beat you twice as hard and twice as long as before giving you another chance to comply with my demands. And you won't be given any rest between the time you capitulate and the time you start."

"I understand, Mistress," the helpless girl whimpered. "I will not change my mind."

"That's good," Carla told her. "See that you don't."

There was a silence in the room as Olga worked a soothing salve into the younger slaves battered ass and thighs. Her fingers were nimble as she spread the ointment along the abused flesh and, despite herself, Mei-Ling felt a tingle of desire begin to grow in her pussy as Olga soothed the abused flesh there.

"Ahhhhhh," the Teutonic woman murmured, "see how the little one reacts. Already her pussy is growing wetter."

Mei-Ling didn't bother denying the statement for it was only too obviously true.

I must be terrible, she thought as her ass muscles tightened involuntarily in reaction to the soothing caresses the older woman was bestowing on her cunt. The other three noticed her reaction and chuckled as they exchanged lewd comments about Mei-Ling's physique and sexual appetite.

"I think she's rested enough," Carla decided abruptly. Immediately, Olga and Carl jumped to release the bound maiden from her position over the chaise lounge. Her freedom was short-lived, however, for as soon as the chains holding her had been undone, she was turned over and stretched out on her back on the longer part of the chaise. Then, before she had a chance to enjoy the relative freedom of movement she had been allotted, her wrists were enclosed in new fetters.

Smiling, Carla undid Mei-Ling's handcuffs and tossed them aside. Experimentally, the helpless girl tested her arms and found that she had only a limited range of motion. And, as she moved her arms about, Carl and Olga were reattaching manacles to her dainty ankles. Once again Mei-Ling tried moving and found that she could bring her feet all the way up to the bottom of the ass if she so desired.

Beaming, Carla stood at the end of the couch and looked down at Mei-Ling's obscenely displayed body. Her watering mouth could hardly wait to start feasting on the exciting form of the diminutive girl. But there was something she had to do first. "On your back, Carl!" she snapped.

Quickly, her twin brother moved to obey. Once he was supine with his arms extended above his head, Carla connected a chain to that that ran between his handcuffs. With a wicked smile, she knelt beside him and fastened a tight ring around the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming. "All right, Olga, hop aboard," the dominant woman told the older blonde.

When they had met, Olga had been the cruel one, the person who had abused and tortured Carla and her brother. But the tables had been reversed and now the Amazonish woman was a submissive as it had been her intention to make Carla. With a smile of gratitude she swung a leg across Carl's hips and poised above him. Reaching down with one hand, she took his cock and steered it to the dilated opening of her twat, then sighed as she started impaling herself on his pecker. Carla drew another length of chain from under the chaise and attached it to the middle of Olga's handcuffs, restraining her as well as Carl was.

"Now that they're taken care of, it's time for you and me to have some fun, Mei-Ling," the slender woman told her helpless captive.

"I will eat you, but I will not enjoy doing it," the Chinese girl replied.

"Yeah, but I'll bet you enjoy my eating you," was Carla's answer to that.

"She is very good at it," Olga said from the middle of the room where she was rocking back and forth, rubbing her swollen snatch against Carl's belly. Mei-Ling's eyes went wide at the thought that Carla might eat her pussy. If I had known she was gong to do it to me, the Chinese girl thought, I might not have had to be beaten to get me to agree to her demands.

Carla picked up a couple of firm pillows. One she stuffed under Mei-Ling's narrow hips, the other was wedged behind the back of the dark-haired girl's head and shoulders so her mouth could work on Carla's cunt without her developing a stiff neck. Not that Carla gave a damn about any possible discomfort Mei-Ling might have felt; she just didn't want the other girl's performance to suffer because her muscles started aching.

With a lewd smile on her face, Carla crouched next to Mei-Ling and lowered her mouth to the other woman's. "Kiss me back," she directed just before she meshed her lips to the Chinese girl's. There was only a slight hesitation before she felt the other's agile tongue slipping through her parted lips to meet her own hot tongue.

She cupped her hands around Mei-Ling's tits and brushed her thumbs of the semi-stiff nipples until they were returned to full erection. "Play with my tits, too," she murmured into Mei-Ling's mouth as she caught the stiffened buds between her thumbs and forefingers and rolled them easily about.

Mei-Ling had to strain to do so because of the chains from her wrists to the chaise, but she managed to return the caresses Carla was bestowing on her tits. In almost no time, she had the blonde woman's nipples as hard as her own.

When Carla pushed herself up so her tits dangled over Mei-Ling's mouth, the other girl didn't have to be told what to do. Her soft lips closed around one of the throbbing nipples and her tongue prodded and nudged it about as she sucked contentedly. I'll bet it doesn't take any more than a week to turn you into a full-fledged sexpot, Carla thought as she stuffed more of her dainty tit into the other girl's lewdly sucking mouth. Yeah, I'll bet within a couple of weeks at the most you'll be ready to do anything sexual that you have a chance to do. As Mei-Ling continued to suck avidly at Carla's tit, the blonde kept her fingers working on the fuller mounds of the other woman.

Even as much as she liked getting her tits sucked, there came a time when Carla wanted to move on to different things. She scooted backward on the chaise until she could set her own lips to Mei-Ling's stiffened nipples, then proceeded to suck and chew on them until the other girl uttered a moan of passion.

"You like that, eh!" Carla teased.

"Ohhhhhhh, I could have that done to me for hours," the Chinese girl replied. Yeah? Carla asked silently. We'll see about that. I'll have Olga suck one of them and Carl suck the other and we'll see how long you can stand getting them sucked.

Lifting her head and licking her lips in only half mock-enjoyment, Carla swung her far leg around until she was kneeling over Mei-Ling's body with her back to the other girl. Slowly she shuffled backward on her knees, moving her pussy closer and closer to the bound young woman's face.

Mei-Ling made no effort to avert her eyes as the blonde-thatched cunt grew nearer and nearer. Since she had finally been forced to say she would eat cunt, the Chinese girl had found herself wondering what it was going to be like to have a pussy rubbing across her face.

She swallowed nervously as the cunt grew larger and larger before her. As she ran her eyes over the slippery curve, she had to admit that there was nothing ugly about the moist pinkness of Carla's pussy. Indeed, now that she had been forced to agree to do so, Mei-Ling found that she was actually starting to look forward to licking the other woman's snatch. I do not suppose this will be the only time I am made to do this to her, she thought. So, I hope she was right when she said I could learn to like doing it. It would be much nicer if that was true and I do have to do this often.

As Carla slowly lowered her swollen cunt over Mei-Ling's face, the Chinese girl licked her lips. Her nostrils filled with the odor of aroused pussy and she offered a short prayer of thanks that the odor didn't offend her. It wasn't the greatest thing she had ever smelled, but it was a long way from being the worse.

The widely gaped cunt was so close to her face that she would need to do no more than extend her tongue to touch it. For a second. Mei-Ling hesitated. Then she thrust her tongue past her lips and pushed it into the cleft of Carla's cunt.

"Ooooooohh!" the domineering blonde squealed. "Yes, baby, yes! Lick my cunt for me, lick it good."

Mei-Ling drew a little of the moisture on Carla's cunt into her mouth and tasted it as the other woman began adjusting herself, leaning forward until she was supporting her shoulders on half-extended arms. Her belly pressed against the Chinese girl's tits and her own nipples rubbed against the flat plane of the smaller girl's belly. Mei-Ling could feel the warmth of Carla's breath on her obscenely opened cunt. She's waiting for me to get started, the helplessly bound girl thought.

Pussy, she decided, didn't taste at all bad. With greater boldness, she thrust her tongue out again. This time, she swept it along the length of the cuntal cleft, lapping almost eagerly at the moisture that made the pale flesh glisten.

"Mmmmmmm," Carla moaned. Then she lowered her face and touched her own mouth to the open cunt below her head. An electric-like thrill coursed through Mei-Ling as she felt a knowing tongue start to work on her own cunt. With each sweep of Carla's tongue along her cunt, Mei-Ling licked faster and easier at the pussy rubbing over her face.

Hey, she thought suddenly, I can handle this. I really can. I'll bet I can even eat pussy when no one's eating mine.

And I'll bet I have to, too, she added.

She was right in her assumption, although there was a lot that was going to happen to her before that was demanded of her. By the time it was, Mei-Ling wouldn't hesitate when told to lick Carla's cunt, she would do so almost eagerly.

CHAPTER FOUR

Despite her final conscious thoughts on the evening she enslaved her Chinese maid, Carla MacLoud didn't actually take any concrete steps toward obtaining a new body to play with as she desired until ten days later. Her decision to go out and hunt for a new victim came about abruptly, after what happened when she arrived at the house in the middle of one morning after she and Carl had gone tot he club for a round of tennis and swimming.

"Mistress, I have been terribly naughty," Mei-Ling stated as she took the terry-cloth robe from around Carla's shoulders, leaving the statuesque blonde clad in nothing more than a minimal bikini swimsuit.

"Oh," Carla inquired, cocking her eyebrows.

"Yes, Mistress," Mei-Ling confessed. "I licked Olga's pussy and let Mr. Harrison fuck me while I did it. And I enjoyed both acts tremendously," the diminutive Oriental girl added.

"Of course you did," Carla assured her. "You're nothing but a hot-cunted little slut. You enjoy all of it, don't you? I know. I've felt you pussy immediately after I've whipped your tight little ass and you've been so wet you were a regular lake in your cunt. And I've seen how contorted your face gets when somebody's licking you snatch or shoving a cock into you; it's perfectly obvious that you're getting your cookies crumbled."

"Yes, Mistress," Mei-Ling admitted, without the slightest trace of shame in her countenance or voice, "I am little better than a whore."

"But you're my whore," Carla reminded her. "And you know better, or should, about letting anybody have you without my permission."

"Yes, Mistress," the Oriental beauty admitted. "Now I must be punished, isn't that right?"

"I should say it certainly is," Carla replied, noting that Mei-Ling actually shivered at the news. She diverted her attention from the girl for a moment to speak to her twin brother, who had just entered the house. "Go and find Olga and Harrison," she said. "Tell them I want to see them upstairs immediately."

Without waiting for him to reply, since she thought there was no need for him to say anything, Carla swept up the steps, with Mei-Ling trotting happily after her. When they got to the dressing room, Carla seated herself and told the servant girl to attend to her hair while they waited for the others to arrive.

They were not long in coming, although Harrison mumbled something about having been dragged away from an important phone call. "You'll just have to apologize to the man tomorrow," Carla snapped in a tone that shut off his protest before he could do more than open his mouth. "You'll be tied-up most of the rest of the day." When she said "tied-up" there was no doubt that she meant exactly that. "You and Olga both," Carla added. "You should know better than to fuck Mei-Ling without any permission. And you didn't even ask me for it, you just went ahead and enjoyed her."

The middle-aged millionaire and the Amazonish woman gave each other a look of excitement as they wondered whether they had actually presumed too much, or if Carla was merely seizing on a convenient excuse to torture them and didn't really mind that they'd had sex with the diminutive Oriental girl in her absence.

"You three, get undressed," Carla told the others. "Mei-Ling, come stand before me," she then added. Nervously, the Chinese girl obeyed, just as she did when Carla told her to lift her skirt.

The uniform was short enough to display half of Mei-Ling's legs. It had been picked that style by Harrison, who loved to run his eyes over the finely-turned columns whenever he set his gaze on the diminutive beauty. Now, he was joined in ogling the luscious legs in their entirety as Mei-Ling drew the hem of her uniform up until it was around her waist.

Beneath the uniform, the Chinese girl was wearing stockings that were attached to a sexy, black garter belt. Under it, she had on thin, almost see-through panties that were little more than duplicates of the bottom of Carla's bikini.

"Stuff the skirt under your belt, Mei-Ling," Carla commanded. "Then remove your panties." She deliberately didn't let the maid undress all the way, knowing that it would add to her humiliation to be partially dressed while the others were naked, or as nearly so as Carla was.

Once Mei-Ling had obeyed Carla's commands, the haughty blonde ignored her for a moment to survey the others. "Olga! Harrison!" she snapped, "Both of you bend over and grab your ankles. Don't move from that position until I tell you. Carl, while I spank Mei-Ling cuff them behind their backs with the tight cuffs, then take the fraternity paddle and give them each ten swacks on the ass."

"Mistress?" Harrison bleated. "How can he handcuff us that way when we're holding our ankles?"

"Stay bent over but put your hands behind your backs." Carla snapped, angry at herself for not having foreseen the difficulty. Then, without waiting to see that her orders would be carried out, because she knew they would be, she reverted her attention to Mei-Ling, who was standing docile before her, her abundant tits heaving under the tight material of the uniform top and her inner thighs already growing wet as she waited for her posterior to be abused by the haughty woman so regally regarding her.

"You heard how many strokes they are to receive?" Carla asked. The girl nodded, her face alive with anticipation. "Well, you're going to get twice that many," Carla said coldly. "The extra ten for squealing on them. Now lie across my legs."

Mei-Ling almost threw herself into position. Carla slid her hand over the girl's tight little ass as she glanced over to see Carl coming up between Harrison and Olga with the paddle in his hands. Impulsively, she winked at him. It took Carl only a split second to regain his composure in the face of the impromptu gesture and he returned the wink as he swung the paddle and struck Harrison solidly across the ass. "Yyeeuuhhhh!" the executive cried as his ass started coloring immediately.

With a squeal of delight, Carla slammed her hand into the pert mounds of Mei-Ling's ass. Swiftly she rained five blows on the saffron-colored mounds, causing the girl to kick her feet in reply to the pain that suddenly radiated from her vulnerable ass.

As she squirmed across Carla's lap, Mei-Ling's cries of agony mingled with those Carl and wringing from Harrison and Olga.

Carla slammed her hand down on Mei-Ling's ass several more times. She was giving the girl no chance to figure out the rhythm with which she was being struck, but it seemed Mei-Ling didn't care about that. Indeed, the Oriental beauty was actually thrusting her pert little ass upward to invite more blows to rain upon it.

After she'd delivered all twenty blows, Carla thrust her hand between Mei-Ling's trembling thighs, finding the girl's cunt hot, wet and swollen. "Please, Mistress," the sobbing victim begged, "hit me just once more. Just once more, please, Mistress."

"No," Carla snapped, as well aware as Mei-Ling that the other was on the verge of cumming and denying her orgasm out of cruelty. Abruptly, she dumped Mei-Ling onto the floor. "Get up on your knees and suck my pussy!" she ordered as she raised her hips and shoved her bikini bottom down to her ankles, then easing her feet free as she spread her legs to the utmost. "Carl," she called, "put cuffs on Mei-Ling like you did the others."

In a matter of moments the Oriental girl was restrained and kneeling between her mistress' feet, her mouth busy on the engorged folds of the other woman's cunt. "Mmmmmm," Carla sighed as the young woman's tongue coursed hungrily up and down the length of her pussy, sweeping from side to side in the opened trough of the hot, wet snatch.

"Harrison," Carla called to her husband, "get down behind her and fuck Mei-Ling's ass with your tongue."

"What about us, Mistress?" Carl asked as he watched his brother-in-law sink to his knees and perform the task Carla had set for him.

"You sit on the couch," Carla decided. "And while Olga sucks you off, fuck her ass with the big dildo."

"Ooooooohhh, nooooo, Mistress," the voluptuous blonde woman moaned, "not the big dildo. It will kill me if he jams that into my ass."

"So?" Carla replied. The big dildo was only a foot long and five inches around. It might hurt Olga a lot but she could survive having it thrust to the hilt in her ass if she was fucked with it. Most of her fear came from the fact that she really disliked getting fucked in the ass by anything, since she was still disdainful where sex with a male was concerned. Still, she was being punished, so she was going to endure the two types of sex she liked the least: giving a blow-job to a man that could, and would if he knew what was good for him, cum in her mouth and getting fucked in the ass at the same time.

Carl was grinning as he approached Olga with the big dildo in his hand. Without warning he spun her around and shoved her over the back of a chair so that she couldn't avoid her fate. Then he drove half of the oversized, plastic cock into her with one thrust. "Yyaaaaahhhh!" Olga screamed.

"Get on your hands and knees on the couch and get ready to suck cock, bitch!" Carl ordered as he forced more of the monstrous cock into the crying woman's asshole.

How naturally he gives orders, Carla thought as she regarded her brother slouching to a seated position near Olga's head. He rested his left arm along the submissively bowing woman's body and continued working more and more of the dildo into her wildly twisting ass as he tangled his other hand in her thick hair and pushed her mouth down over his stiff cock. But, of course, he's my twin, so he has the same instincts that I do. Carla shivered as she thought of how tormented Carl must be if he happened to be thinking that, in response to a whim of hers, Olga could begin dominating and mistreating him.

Mei-Ling was moaning against her cunt as she licked avidly at the pussy Carla was hunching into her face. Whether her muffled cries were because she was enjoying what she was doing or because she was enjoying the way Harrison's tongue was working in her quivering ass, Carla didn't know. Nor did she care. The sobs and cries of pleasure that reverberated off her pussy were just an extra thrill as far as she was concerned.

Across the room, Olga, too, was groaning as she bobbed her head over the short staff of Carl's cock. He had driven about eight inches of the dildo into her asshole and each time her lips slid down around the turgid shaft of his cock, he rammed the blunt end of the plastic cock farther into the distraught woman's ass. As he fucked her with the dildo, Carl made it jerk and twist about inside of the tight hole, adding to Olga's discomfort. But he felt he was merely getting even with her for the extra-rough treatment she'd reserved for him when he and Carla had been her captives.

Despite her dislike of being sodomized, Olga was reacting to the brutal way Carl was ramming the thick dildo into her ass as if it were something she was getting off on of her own choice. Carl relinquished his hold on the dildo and wedged his hand under Olga's writhing body. "Boy," he exclaimed as he forced his fingers between her quivering thighs.

"What is it?" his twin sister called from across the room.

"She's as wet as can be," the young man replied. His voice revealed his amazement as be added: "Her thighs are wet two-thirds of the way down to her knees."

"Ohhhhh?" Carla asked in a teasing voice. "Is that true, Olga? Are you going to cum from getting screwed in the ass with that dildo? Are you really turning into a total slave, becoming a completely depraved slut like Mei-Ling is?"

Olga didn't answer. Carl was still holding her wantonly sucking mouth over his stubby cock, preventing her from doing more than moan. But the crimson flush that spread over her shoulders and down her back was more than confirmation of the accuracy of the younger girl's words.

"Yeah," Carl confirmed, as if it were necessary. "If she had a mouth or a cock in her pussy, she'd be in hog-heaven. Wouldn't you, Olga?"

The attractive, Amazonish woman managed to groan deep in her throat and nod her head as he cupped one of her dangling tits and squeezed it savagely, twisting the pliant mound about. As he did so, Olga hollowed her cheeks even more and sucked with greater lewdness on his cock. What the young man had said was true, but he hadn't gone far enough in his accusation; if someone had been belaboring her ass with a whip or paddle it would have excited her as much as direct stimulation of her snatch would have done. The truth of the matter was that Olga had become a total slave. She was getting off on the fact that Carla was watching her as she was abused and that the younger, slimmer blonde was enjoying the sight of her discomfort.

Mei-Ling's tongue had worked its way from the engorged mound at the top of Carla's pussy all the way down to the crack of her ass beyond her asshole. Now the girl was sucking greedily on the erect and throbbing clit of her mistress. As she sucked, she wiggled her pert little ass into Harrison's face while he sawed his thick tongue in and out of the helpless girl's asshole.

He was red in the face with excitement, thinking about shoving his cock into the tight hole that his tongue was attacking. Harrison didn't know whether Carla would ever give him permission to fuck the Chinese girl's ass, but he was going to do it anyway. Sure, he might be punished for doing so, but he, like the others, had come to like it when Carla took a belt or something to his ass. He and Olga had both known they'd be punished for screwing Mei-Ling without permission. Indeed, they had screwed her without Carla's saying they could just so they could be punished. The fact that it had been Carl who'd delivered the pain they'd sought had actually make it better for them, for it had seemed a sign that Carla felt they were so insignificant that she couldn't be bothered with beating them.

Carla put a hand on the top of Mei-Ling's head and pushed. Obediently, the Chinese beauty ceased her sucking of the other woman's clit and moved her heated lips down the wet cleft of her mistress' widely gaped snatch, until she reached the dilated opening to the other's twat. Without hesitation, the handcuffed Oriental beauty stiffened her tongue and thrust it forward, then commenced to lustily fuck Carla's pussy passage with the hot, agile tongue.

"Mmmmmmm," Carla sighed as she hunched her pussy into Mei-Ling's broad face. The diminutive maid had become a great cunt-lapper in the short time since she'd been made to eat pussy for the first time. Not only that but she had developed a real taste for hot pussy juice and would thrust her lewd mouth against Carla's cunt any time she got a chance to do so. The haughty blonde wasn't at all surprised that Mei-Ling had been eating Olga, so much had she come to like going down on women. The only thing that had surprised her about Mei-Ling's confession had been that Olga hadn't been eating her in return. Olga was as much a cuntlapper as the Chinese girl.

"Aaaaahhhhhh," Carla cried as she began flooding Mei-Ling's salaciously sucking mouth with her juices. She dug her nails into the other girl's scalp as she pressed the wanton mouth even tighter to her spasming cunt and kicked her heels against the slave girl's back as she shuddered through a good cum.

"Uuuhhhhh," Carl groaned as Olga's mouth drew his hot jism out of his throbbing cock. "Swallow it," he ordered, "swallow my cum, you slut."

"Yes, Olga!" Carla agreed. "Swallow all of it." With a muffled sob, the distraught older woman did as she was told, gulping down the gobs of jizm that spurted into the back of her mouth. Carl put his hand back on the base of the dildo and rammed the last four inches into Olga's weaving ass, making her stiffen and gush her fluids out as she reached the invasion of a hitherto virginal part of her asshole. The longest dildo that had been shoved into Olga's asshole before had only been eight inches in length.

Mei-Ling drained Carla's cunt of juice before the haughty blonde shoved her away. The helpless Oriental maid toppled to her side, pulling her ass away from Harrison's mouth and tongue, although he bent and tried to get his lips back to the puckered rosette of her asshole.

"That's enough," Carla commanded him and he struggled back to his knees, his cock sticking up straight from his silvery pubic thatch. Carla looked at it with interest for a moment and Harrison shivered in hopes that she would decide to fuck herself on it.

Carla had other ideas about how she was going to spend the afternoon, however. Slowly she rose and went to the dresser on the far side of the room. From the top drawer, she took three broad bands of leather, which she expertly fastened around the necks of the handcuffed slaves. Then she made them move over to the wall, where there were three or four half-rings attached. Using short lengths of rawhide, she tied the slaves so that they couldn't move away from the wall.

Deftly, she undid their handcuffs, one slave at time, and refastened them once the victims had raised their hands as high above their heads as they could. There were pegs in the wall there that she hooked the handcuffs over. Once that was done, the three on their knees were truly immobilized.

"Take the dildo out of Olga's ass," Carla told her twin. As he did so, the haughty blonde woman moved back to the dresser and extracted three penis-shaped vibrators from a drawer. Swiftly, she drove one to the hilt in each of the bound slave's asses. Then, with a chuckle, she turned them on. All three of the kneeling victims moaned as the machine started to work inside their asses.

"Want to make a bet, Carl?" she asked as she stepped back to admire the way all three were starting to weave their hips about in response to the erotic stimulation of the vibrators in their ass.

"What kind of bet?" Carl replied.

"Whether any of them will be conscious when we get back, or whether all three of them cum so often that they pass out?" Carla asked.

"How long are we going to be gone?" Carl inquired, since he wasn't privy to Carla's plans as yet.

"Oh, long enough to drive up to the university and find me a new slave," she answered.

Carl, as did the others, knew that the university was a good two hours away. Even if they located a suitable victim in a short time, it was still going to be close to five hours before they got back to the house.

"Naw, they'll all be passed out," Carl speculated aloud. "But if the idea of gambling appeals to you, I'll bet you as to whether any of the batteries are still working or not."

Carla shook her head. "Let's get dressed and get out of here," she said. Her twin brother hastened to obey as she began pulling clothes out of the dresser and slipping into them.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Got one," Carla spoke into the microphone of the compact CB radio under the dash of her sports car. She could see the van Carl was driving a few blocks behind her. "The redhead at the far end of the line."

"Gotcha," Carl replied. As his sister's Alfa Romeo shot onto the approach ramp to the interstate, he accelerated a little to insure that he was the first person to offer the intended victim a ride. Already they had missed one prospect when the car immediately behind Carla's had stopped for the girl.

The had discussed the possibility of that happening and had agreed that they could do nothing to prevent it. Because they didn't want anyone connecting the two of them, particularly by seeing both of them conversing on a CB just before he stopped, they had decided that he would hang back a block or two behind her. Luckily the entrance ramp they were cruising this pass wasn't very well traveled. There had been no vehicles between the Alfa and the white van that he was driving. And it was aged and battered enough so that it wouldn't stick in people's minds.

Carla's little vehicle was already out of sight as Carl slowed to a stop just past the redhead. Even before he was completely to a halt, she'd grabbed her small bag and started trotting toward the van, the door of which he was swinging open even as she came up the shoulder of the road.

Damn but she's got a nice set of tits, Carl thought as he watched them jounce under the T-shirt the redhead was wearing. From the wildness of the way the twin projectiles moved, it seemed to Carl as if the girl had to be braless under the thin garment that covered her shoulders and torso. Beneath the shirt, which advertised a brand of beer that he'd never heard of, the girl was wearing cut-off denims that left almost the entirety of her thighs exposed. Indeed, the shorts were so cut that they barely managed to conceal her snatch.

"Toss your bag in the back," he advised as the girl reached the open door. She did so, revealing that the shorts were cut high in the back, too, enough so the crevice where her asscheeks merged with her legs was revealed. Up close, he could see her nipples as they thrust against the T-shirt. Ooooohhhh, damn, isn't she going to be fun? he asked himself as he wiped his sweaty palms on the legs of his jeans and stole a glance out of the corner of his eye at the voluptuously endowed young woman as she twisted in the seat and settled herself with one knee against the dashboard and the other leg extended as far as possible. "How far you going?" he asked as he eased the van back onto the road.

"Clean into the next state," the girl replied in a soft voice. "Got a couple of friends there that I'm going to visit. I sure hope they haven't taken off for somewhere over the holidays, because it'd be a real bummer to be stuck in a strange town without knowing anybody there."

"Don't they know you're coming?" Carl asked. Christ, be said to himself, this'll be too good to be true if they don't. No one will have any idea that this chick is missing until next week if that's the case.

"Nope," the girl answered. "They live in a dorm and the phone was busy every time I tried to call. I finally decided to hell with it, that I'd just go." Actually, she went on to explain, she hadn't decided to make the trip until late the evening before, when she'd learned that her boyfriend was going to go on a road trip with the football team after all. "See," she explained, "he had problems with his knee and they weren't sure if it was going to be recovered enough for him to play or not. But it is, so he went with the team. That's when I decided to take off."

"Oh?" Carl asked, although he didn't really care, "Is he a star?"

"Not really," the sexily built redhead replied. "He's a second-string receiver. But he's only a sophomore," she was quick to add in his defense, "and they've got two guys that're seniors on the squad. He's ahead of a couple of guys that're juniors this year," she continued, as if she were proud of his achievements.

"Yeah?" Carl said in response to her enthusiastic gushing. "He must be pretty good with his hands." He leered slightly as she caught the double entendre in his words and actually blushed a little. I'll bet he is good with his hands, Carl though to himself as he let his skitter over the abundant mounds of the redhead's tits, with a pair of knockers like that to work on, anybody would be good with their hands.

He reached out and detached the CB microphone from the clip on the dash. "Let me tell the chick up ahead that's been running interference for me that I'm not going to be watching the road behind her," he suggested. Quickly he alerted Carla as to the route he was going to be taking as far as the redhead was concerned. It would take her within a few miles of her destination and she gave a sigh and settled back comfortably, under the impression that she would be seeing her friends in a little over three hours if all went well.

"I'm Kevin," he announced, after they'd covered about 20 miles. It was actually his middle name, but no one ever used it.

"Hi," the redhead said, grinning at him, "I'm Wendy Hiller. You go to school?"

"Naw," he answered. "I used to, but I couldn't decide what I wanted to do, so I dropped out until I could pick something. I couldn't see any sense in taking a bunch of subjects I might not need later on."

"I guess I've always known what I wanted to do," Wendy said. "I'm majoring in fashion design. I already made costumes for a band," she added proudly.

"You get high?" was his next question. She nodded so enthusiastically that it started her spectacular tits to jiggle again. Carl told her to look in the glove compartment. There, in a small metal box, were half a dozen already rolled joints of highly potent marijuana. It was a good thing Wendy turned on, because it would make it easier for him to carry out the plan he and Carla had concocted as they ate a leisurely lunch at home before they'd left on their journey to locate another victim to subject to her cruel desires.

When the joint was too short to hold, Wendy popped it into her mouth. "Go ahead, light another," Carl suggested. Wendy needed no more encouragement than that. By the time they'd smoked the second joint, Carl's mouth was dry and he was sure that Wendy's was, too. "Gotta make a rest stop," he announced as he cut over to the slow lane and pulled off into a roadside. "You like a soda of some kind?"

"Yeah, that'd be super," Wendy replied. "Some sort of diet drink if they have it."

Luckily, they did. And, by the time Wendy returned to the van, Carl had opened the can and dumped the contents of a pill into it. It was a harmless sleeping pill, but it would knock Wendy out for several hours, keeping her unconscious for more than the time he'd need to get her to the house.

To Carl's delight, the girl practically drained the can in one gulp. "That's super grass," she murmured, "really gave me a case of cotton-mouth."

"Most good grass does," Carl agreed, stealing another glance at her tits. This time he was a little more open about it, but it didn't seem to bother Wendy. Of course, Carl figured to himself, she's probably used to people looking at her. Put together the way she is, she'd have to be used to being looked at.

The truth of the matter was that Wendy hadn't always been put together the way she is. In fact, as she'd started her senior year in high school, she'd been almost flat as a board. But she had blossomed that year until she'd had the biggest set of tits of any of the girls in her graduating class. As she had grown, she'd begun to get used to the attention men had started paying her. And she'd spent the summer working as a flag-person on a highway construction job, dressing in even more abbreviated costumes that she was wearing at the moment, because she'd discovered she liked having men stare at her only half-concealed tits.

The van cruised smoothly down the road. Before long, as the drug started taking effect, Wendy yawned. "Golly," she mumbled in apology, "I don't know why I'm so sleepy all of a sudden. But I can't seem to keep my eyes open."

"Crawl in the back and flake out," Carl advised. "There's a mattress back there."

"You sure you won't mind?" the teenager asked.

"Naw, go ahead," Carl replied. With a grateful smile, Wendy did as he'd bid her. Within moments, her chest was rising and falling steadily in the rhythm of sleep.

Carl shot her a glance in the rearview mirror and gulped as he saw that her legs were parted to such a degree that one of her cuntlips had escaped from under the narrow crotchband of her shorts. Ohhhh, baby, am I gonna have fun with you, he thought. The idea excited him so much that he reached down and rubbed his hand along the stiffening rod of his cock. I can hardly wait until I'm somewhere that I can pull off the road without being bothered, he said to himself. But I'm going to fuck that sweet little thing good as soon as we're somewhere that no one's going to disturb me. That Wendy would sleep through the fuck he was going to give her didn't disturb Carl at all. The first piece of ass the callous young man had ever gotten had been from a girl that'd been so drunk that she'd laid across a picnic table in a secluded part of a state park and puked all the while he'd thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. Apparently, the girl hadn't ever realized she was being fucked, so upset had her system been because of the amount of alcohol he'd slipped into her drinks. Towards the end of the evening, Carl had been barely coloring the vodka with cola and the girl had continued to toss down the drinks as if they were nothing but soda.

He and Carla had decided that he'd get off the interstate as soon as he could after their victim was asleep. Then by driving over back roads, he could make sure that no one was following him. Not that they thought anyone would. Why should they? People gave hitchhikers rides every day without anyone getting suspicious as to what else the drive might have planned for the person who'd been picked up. Thus, as Wendy lay on her back asleep, Carl drove at a slower than normal pace, to allow anyone behind him who might have seen Wendy get in the van at the rest stop time to get ahead of them.

If he'd known what was going on in Wendy's mind, he might have driven faster, for the girl was thinking about sex and her body was reacting to her thoughts.

Thinking about sex wasn't unusual for Wendy. It was something she's been curious about for a long time. Because of her slim, titless body, she hadn't dated much at all until college because guys didn't want to go out with a girl that had nothing for them to fondle. And, when her tits had started developing almost over night, it had taken Wendy a little while to get used to the fact that guys suddenly began becoming interested in her. It was also a little disconcerting that gyres that hadn't bothered to return her hellos a few months earlier were now calling her on the phone and trying to get her to go out with them.

Thus, Wendy had retained her virginity when she'd arrived at the campus of the university. She had, by then, gained some experience in erotic matters; she'd had her tits sucked by more than one young man who'd seemed in awe of them. And she'd jerked off several guys while letting them caress her cunt until they made her cum. But she hadn't gone all the way with anyone. Not had she been more than remotely tempted by the guys she had dated at home. All of the guys that she might have given her cherry to had been going out with other girls and Wendy had turned them down whenever they'd suggested getting together with her in the absence of their steady date for some reason or another.

Therefore, Wendy had spent lots of nights with thoughts of sex troubling her sleep. And, it seemed as though lately the thoughts had been coming with increased frequency. However, there was an even bigger difference between the thoughts the lusciously built redhead had been having recently and those she'd been having six or seven months earlier. The more recent the thought, the more specific it was. Six or seven months ago, when Wendy had thought about sex, it had always been vague and nebulous. Now, in the past few weeks, the images had gotten much clearer. But then, it had been just a month ago that Wendy had lost her cherry.

The previous day, they had played their arch rivals at home. Their squad wasn't expected to do very well that year, so the visitors had been concerned with how they were going to do the following weekend against a major college team. The game they had that afternoon was one of the two "easy wins" they had on their schedule.

Unfortunately for the visitors, the home team had known it was going to take a miracle for them to achieve a winning season. Their schedule was even tougher than the visitors' were embarking upon. Even more unfortunate was the fact that the home team really wanted to beat the others. And they had worked hard to be able to do so.

Thus, at half time, the score was 21 to 3 in favor of the locals and the fans were delirious, Wendy among them, for Jimmy Harrelford, her boyfriend, had made a couple of key catches. As she chatted with the people around her during the ceremonies, Wendy was convinced she was the luckiest girl on campus; she had been going out with Jimmy since before school actually started. Wendy had a job working for the school and had had to arrive to be trained before the other students started arriving. Jimmy, of course, had already been there a couple of weeks for the football practice. He had noticed Wendy almost as soon as she'd arrived on campus and had managed to monopolize her time ever since. This was much to the regret of many other young men who were just as impressed with Wendy's frontal development as Jimmy had been.

And Jimmy was a man that thought its were the most important thing a girl could have. Jimmy's room was decorated with a poster of Dolly Parton and he didn't even like country music.

The teams came back out on field and the home team kicked off. They scored two touchdowns, but the visitors scored five. In the closing minutes of the game, the local were down by three points. Then a punt gave the ball to the home team on their own fifteen yard line only 34 seconds to play.

It was obvious that the home team was going to pass. They even sent Jimmy in to give them an extra receiver. As the quarterback dropped into his pocket, the three ends shot down the field. The quarterback sent a tremendous pass over the middle that soared a good five feet over the head of their star receiver and the crowd sighed. But then Jimmy came charging across the field and grabbed the ball at about knee level. He took two more steps toward the sideline, then cut downfield and took off as fast as he was able. The opposing safeties were almost close enough to tackle him as he crossed the goal line to a standing ovation.

That night, Wendy had let him fuck her for the first time. She'd suspected that she would surrender her cherry to him sooner or later. Already, he'd gotten farther with her than anyone else had. They not only gave each other hand-jobs all the time but he had sat astride her flat belly and slid his cock between her tits, then squeezed them together as he'd rocked back and forth. Wendy had really liked it when he'd fucked he between the tits, liked it so much she hadn't minded that he'd shot his cum all over her lust-contorted face. She had just opened her mouth and tried to catch his spurting jism in her mouth. Jimmy had wrapped his hand around his cock, choking off his last burst of cum. With a lunge he had surged upward on the bed, frantically thrusting his red, slippery cock into Wendy's open mouth. Before the startled girl had had a chance to react, Jimmy had unloaded his final spurt of cum. As the hot, slippery strands had jetted into her mouth, Wendy had caught it on her tongue and savored the taste of Jimmy's jism.

It hadn't tasted bad to her at all. Her lips had closed around the mushroomy cockhead and her tongue had slithered over it as she'd hollowed her cheeks and sucked on the spongy glans in reaction to her boyfriend's impassioned plea. Wendy hadn't been able to draw any more cum from the still stiff cock, but she had enjoyed having it in her mouth. A couple of days later, when he had asked her to suck his cock, Wendy had done so willingly, even eagerly. And she'd swallowed all of his cum that time.

Of course, the fact that Jimmy had been licking like mad at her pussy at the time might have had something to do with the wantonness with which she gave him head.

On the night after his shoestring catch had saved the day against their teams arch rivals, Jimmy and Wendy left the big dance early. As soon as they were out of sight the guys on the front porch of the fraternity house they slipped into the shadows caused by several ancient evergreen trees and made their way to the side entrance to the old house. Carefully they went up the stairs and through the twisting hall until they reached Jimmy's room.

The first thin Jimmy did when they were inside with a dim light on was draw Wendy to him and kiss her hungrily. The second thing he did, almost immediately after that, was unhook her dress lower the front of it, baring her tits in the process, since the dress had a built in bra.

With his tongue half-way down her throat and his hands busy on the voluptuous mounds of her tits, Jimmy urged Wendy to shuffle backward toward the bed. When the girl's legs touched it, however, she twisted away from him. "What the hell?" he muttered, reaching for her again.

"Just a minute, will you?" Wendy snapped, slapping playfully at his hands. "This dress took me hours to make, I'm not going to get it wrinkled all out of shape wrestling with you." She reached behind her back and lowered the zipper the rest of the way, then eased the dress over her tyre-shaped hips and let it fall to the floor. Stooping she gathered it up and draped it over the back of a chair. As he watched her moving about in nothing but a pair of sexy, black bikini underpants, Jimmy commenced tearing at his own clothing. Thus, when Wendy moved toward him, all he had on was a pair of jockey shorts that did nothing to hide the fact that he had a hard-on. Indeed, his cock stuck out against the cloth of the shorts as if he had a flagpole inside them.

They gripped each other almost savagely, their mouths fusing as they hugged each other so tightly that Wendy's tits flattened and bulged towards each other at the cleavage while billowing outward below each of his arms. Jimmy clutched at her ass and the feelings produced by his massive hands kneading and fondling the resilient mounds of her ass made Wendy shiver and caused her hard-tipped tits to skitter against the skin of his chest.

Without her being aware of how she got there, Wendy found she was flat on her back in the middle of his bed with her panties well below her knees. Jimmy was resting half over, her, his lower hand twisted so it could be held to one of her heaving tits, his mouth working avidly on the other abundant mound. His other hand was between her thighs, the fingers moving expertly on the swelling, hot flesh of her dampening cunt.

He caught her panties with his foot and straightened his leg, pushing the tiny garment off of her feet. It wasn't the first time she she'd been totally naked with him, but this time seemed different. This time he was completely naked, too. Before he had usually just opened his trousers and taken out his cock. Even when he'd fucked her between the tits or they'd eaten each other, he had had his jeans and shorts around his ankles. Now he was as naked as she was. "Jimmy?" she asked, her voice husky with passion.

"I want to fuck you," he replied, lifting his lips from her aching nipple. "Please, Wendy, let me fuck you."

Even as he was asking, he was shifting upon the bed, moving to cover her writhing body with his own. Wendy could've locked her ankles together to prevent him from coming between her legs but she didn't. Instead, she spread her luscious thighs even farther apart, as if welcoming him between the slender columns.

But, when he reached down to steer his cock to the opening of her pussy, he found her hand in the way. "I… I'm not sure," she whimpered.

"Why not?" he insisted. "You know we're going to. Why wait? It would be so perfect to do it now, tonight. It would make this the greatest day of my life, making that play and getting you. I'll never have another chance at having so many great things happen to me at once."

Slowly, Wendy shifted her hand, replacing it around his hot, stiff cock. "Wouldn't… wouldn't it be just as good if I sucked it for you?" she inquired in a husky voice that she had trouble recognizing as her own.

"Noooo," he moaned, hunching his hips forward in an effort to push himself into her. "I want to fuck you, Wendy, fuck you. I want to put in, in you and make both of us cum by fucking you."

He couldn't have picked better words if he'd thought about it all day. Hearing him say that he wanted to make her cum as well as himself melted down any reservations she might have had about whether she was ready to fuck. Hungrily, almost desperately, she steered the bloated head of his cock down to the dilating opening of her snatch. "Yes," she whimpered, "yes, Jimmy, I want you to do that, I want you to fuck me good and make me cum like nothing before."

For a moment there was no reaction, as if he were thrilled enough by the words that signaled her surrender. Then Jimmy let his hips start to sink downward. "Uuuhhhhh," he moaned as he felt his cockhead being compressed by the tightness of her twat.

Sweat beaded his forehead as he propped himself up on his elbows and peered down between their bodies. Wendy lifted her head and bent her neck, letting her gaze follow his. Together they watched as his cock was pushed into the wet, clutching tunnel of her twat.

Wendy cupped her hand under Jimmy's chin and lifted his head, the pressed her mouth to his and kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth as he worked his cock further into the wet tunnel of her cunt. Each thrust of his trim hips breached the narrow passage a little and brought a choked cry of pleasure from the depths of Wendy's throat. As he stroked farther and farther into her clutching twat, Wendy's excitement rose rapidly. At first she had been passive about accepting his cock into her pussy, but, as he drove it in deeper and deeper, she started responding. Awkwardly at first, then with greater grace and skill, she thrust her sleek hips up to meet his downward thrusting cock.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured against his demanding mouth as he shifted his hands and wedged them between their hot, damp chests, closing his fingers around the stiffened spears of her nipples. Almost of their own accord, Wendy's legs kicked up into the air, then folded themselves across his back, forcing his cock even farther into her oozing twat.

Just then the blunt end of his cock nudged the thin membrane of her cherry. "Aaaahhh," Wendy moaned as she prepared to say goodbye, forever, to her innocence. But, to her dismay, Jimmy stiffened above her. It seemed that his cock was actually getting bigger inside of her. And then it began to spray the interior of her pussy with cum as he shuddered and let his balls empty themselves into her.

"Oooohhhhh," she groaned in her disappointment. "More! Jimmy, don't stop, keep fucking me, keep fucking me!"

At first, it was all he could do to continue moving his stiff cock in and out of her. But, as he recovered from his cum, he began stroking his cock in and out of her wanton twat with ever-increasing vigor. One of his hard thrusts tore away the thin layer of flesh inside her pussy and Wendy gave a sharp gasp of pain at the rupture, then returned to a series of gasps and snorts as she welcomed him deeper and deeper into her writhing body.

"Ohhhhh, yessssss," she whispered in his ear, "yesssss. Fuck me good, Jimmy. Fuck me so good I'll always think of you pumping your cock in me. Make me stay hot and wet and ready for your lovely cock all of the time."

His balls slapped at the upturned flesh of her ass as he ran his cock all the way to the opening of her womb. Wendy's body was in constant motion under him, her tits skittering against his hard chest, her thighs chaffing themselves against the movement of his hammering hips. Her own cum was imminent and she tossed her trim ass up harder and faster, working her pussy around the thick pole of his cock an it bisected the neat triangle of her cunthairs. "Give it to me," Wendy begged huskily, "give it to me good. Make me cum, Jimmy, make me cum hard."

Faster and harder he fucked her, drawing his cock back until she gasped with fear that he was going to pull it out of her before slamming it all the way back in with one hard thrust. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back until only white showed. "More," she moaned, "moooorrreeee!"

He crumbled her cookies twice before his cock deflated.

CHAPTER SIX

Carl surveyed the narrow gap between the trees as he sat, the engine of the van idling, on the shoulder of a secondary road. It was obvious that the trail wasn't often used, but it was also plain that other vehicles had been over the ground in recent months, if not weeks. Furthermore, he had seen no sign of life along the road for at least fifteen miles, had passed no cars nor been passed by any. Whistling, he put the van in gear and turned the wheel.

The van bounced over the ruts, but didn't stop. Once he was out of sight of the road, Carl maneuvered the boxy vehicle around until it was pointing out the way in had come. Glancing back over his shoulder, the callous youth was delighted to see that the rough terrain hadn't waken Wendy up. She was still sprawled on her back, fast asleep as far as he could tell.

"Wendy?" he whispered. When he got no answer, he climbed into the interior of the van and squatted next to her. "Wendy!" he demanded in a sharp voice. There was no response from the drugged girl.

Encouraged by that, Carl reached out and cupped his hands to the prominent mounds of her tits. As he'd surmised, there was nothing under the T-shirt but flesh. Happily he massaged and kneaded the mammoth projectiles until her felt her nipples start to stir.

Licking his lips nervously, Carl tugged the hem of the shirt out of Wendy's cut-off jeans, then pushed it up her body. In a moment, he had managed to bunch the thing cloth around her upper torso, leaving the voluminous mounds exposed to his gaze and touch. "Damn!" he breathed, almost in reverence as he surveyed the twin peaks with their stiffened nipples and silver-dollar size areola.

His cock was so swollen in his tight jeans he could stand it no longer. Hurriedly he tore at his belt, then at the snap and zipper of his trousers. As his stiff cock sprang free, he returned his attention to the unconscious girl's tits, rubbing and caressing the licentiously.

"Ohhhhhhh, isn't Sis going to have fun with these?" he inquired rhetorically. Of all the kinky things he and Carla had found themselves inmeshed in recently what he really liked the best was watching his twin as she used her hands and mouth to arouse another woman. Something about watching without being able to participate made his cock ache like crazy, made it stiffen beyond what it achieved when he knew he was going to get to sink it into a wet, waiting pussy or a hot, wanton mouth.

He caught the erect projectiles of Wendy's nipples and pinched them lightly, then rolled them about between his thumbs and forefingers. To his amazement, the nubbins expanded even more, until they'd reached three-quarters of an inch in length. "Ooooohh, damn," Carl squealed as he ducked his head and fastened lewd lips to one of the beckoning turrets of flesh.

Hungrily he sucked on the nipple until he felt it swelling even more. Then he shifted his mouth to the end of the other tit, puffing on the nipple with his lips and slashing his tongue over the throbbing bud. Wendy uttered a deep sigh of pleasure and Carl froze. But the girl was still unconscious and he returned to licking and kissing his way around the twin mountains of her tits.

Several minutes later, even though he hadn't satisfied himself with the bounty of her tits, Carl lifted his head and gazed down at the narrow band of faded blue cloth that bisected the sleeping girl's midsection. Licentiously he reached out and placed his hand squarely between her thighs. To his surprise, he found that the crotchband of her shorts soaked through. Damn, he thought, she must've been having a real sexy dream; probably thinking about some stud throwing her a real good fuck.

For a moment he rubbed his fingers against her pussy through the shorts. Then he shifted his hand and undid the snap and zipper of the cut-offs. With sweat beading on his brow he caught the waist of the denims and tugged, forcing them over the gentle swell of the drugged girl's ass and down to her thighs. Her pussy was still obscured by her tiny panties but they'd be easy to remove. Happily, Carl worked the cut-offs down to Wendy's feet and eased them off.

Then, almost desperately, he grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The thin garment twisted as he pulled on it, until the top was lower on her thighs than the bottom and the crimson wedge of hair that surmounted her swollen cunt was clearly visible to his lecherous eyes. "Ooohh!" Carl sighed as he pushed his fingers through the tight curls and into the soft meat of her snatch.

Hurriedly, he stripped the nylon panties off and tossed them aside as he'd done the cut-offs. The cleft of Wendy's tender young cunt was clearly visible with her legs parted the way they were but her pussy wasn't as accessible to his eyes as he wanted. His hands trembled as he reached down and used his thumbs to spread the lips of her snatch even further apart.

Nudging her legs even wider, he kept her cunt completely open before him. Slowly he traced the slippery cleft of her cunt, dragging his fingers up from the space between her twat and asshole to the point where the lips merged just below the engorged mound at the base of her flat stomach. Wendy's clit was erect and he flicked his thumbnail at it. To his delight the girl didn't awaken but her hips did start to twitch.

Damn, she must love fucking, Carl told himself as he continued to caress the swollen snatch; "Wendy!" he said sharply. The girl gave no sign that she heard him. He pinched her clit and was amazed that it swelled even more, although the drug in the girl's system kept her unconscious.

His plan had been to undress the drugged girl, then to fuck her until he came. But, as his eyes roamed over the delightful curves of her obscenely exposed body, he found that he wanted to do more than simply jam his cock into her and get his own rocks off.

Slipping his hands under her firm thighs, Carl lifted the sleeping girl's legs and draped them over his shoulders, raising her ass into the air and keeping it there as he squirmed down until his face was close to the wet crack of her cunt.

His cock twitched as he filled his nostrils with the aroma of aroused young cunt. Licentiously he extended his tongue and ran the tip along the depth of her cuntal cleft, licking avidly at the moisture that had formed in the valley as a result of her dream of her defloration.

"Ooooohhhh," he breathed, "she tastes sooo good." Slipping his hands under her to dig his fingers into the pliant flesh of the sleeping girl's ass, Carl began licking faster and growing appreciation at the moist flesh of her pussy.

Wendy's tits began to quiver as he licked at her pussy with increasing ardor. He still felt that eating pussy was unmanly, but he also had been conditioned to eat pussy since he had been Olga's slave and switching mistresses hadn't freed him from his obligation to eat cunt. Now, although he felt ashamed to do so, Carl enjoyed having his mouth working on a hot snatch.

He shifted and bit lightly at the puffy mound above the hot flesh. As he sucked and nibbled at her engorged mons veneris, he felt Wendy's ass muscles tightening. "Mmmmmm," he moaned as he shifted his hands and spread the cheeks of the trim ass, delving into the girl's rear cleavage with his fingertips.

Once more he returned his attention to her pussy. As he ran his tongue over the hot, moist, swollen cuntmeat, he wished that Wendy was awake and pleading with him. He couldn't be sure whether he'd rather hear her pleading with him to continue or to stop, for both scenarios played themselves out in his mind as he put his lips to her swollen clit and sucked greedily on it while his tongue slashed across the hard nubbin.

Despite her unconscious state, Wendy's body reacted to the lewd kisses he was bestowing on her cunt. The more Carl worked his mouth against her clit, the wetter her snatch became. He could feel her juices trickling over his chin and shuddered at the thought of the girl cumming under Carla's demanding mouth.

Shifting Wendy a little, Carl pressed his mouth over the hot hole of her twat. Gulping down the juices that flowed into his mouth, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it into the swampy hole, then wiggled it about salaciously, making her gush her hot fluids onto the impaling spear of his tongue.

Carl's face was wet with her juices when he eased Wendy's ass back to the air-mattress. With a wild groan, he moved up to kneel above her and pushed his stiffened cock into her mouth until it was entirely embedded in the wetness of her oral cavity. But Wendy's mouth remained open and Carl, after a moment or so, withdrew his throbbing rod, knowing he'd have to wait to get a good sucking from the luscious young woman. Still, he didn't care, he knew she would be made to suck him off sooner or later.

Scooting backward along her languidly writhing body, he nestled his cock between her tits and pressed them together, then let his cock slide back and forth between the hot mounds. After a moment or so, however, he abandoned that in favor of swinging his hips from side to side, beating the stubby cock against the sides of Wendy's massive tits.

Using his hand, he guided the head of his cock around the contours of the sleeping girl's big tits, leaving a thin smear of precum fluid on the heaving surfaces. Lewdly, he tried to poke her stiffened nipple into the hole in the glans of his cock.

As he shifted backward on her naked body, he couldn't resist ducking his head and sucking as much of one tit into his mouth as he could. He chewed lightly against the heated flesh as he caught the other tit and twisted it, distorting the pliant mound in his savagery. Wendy moaned in her sleep and Carl froze for a moment until he was sure she was still oblivious to what he was doing to her defenseless body.

"I'd better hurry, so I can get back to the house before Carla gets pissed off," he muttered aloud. He swung his legs between Wendy's and lay upon her, the head of his cock pressing into the hot dampness of her snatch. Easily, he sought and found the dilated opening of her twat and thrust inward.

"Ohhhhhhh," Carl sighed as he soaked his cock in the warm, wet tightness of her vaginal passage. Jimmy's cock was bigger than average, but he's only fucked Wendy a dozen times at most in the month since he'd seduced her into giving up her cherry. It wasn't that either of them had tried to abstain, it was just that, between her working and his football practice, to say nothing of their classroom work and studies, they hadn't had all that much time that they could get together without fear of being interrupted. On the occasions when they'd found a short time to be alone, the had mostly eaten each other, since they could rearrange their clothing in a hurry that way. Thus, Wendy's twat was still elastic enough that Carl's cock fit snugly in the humid meat.

Licentiously he caught the helpless girl by the backs of the knees and raised them until her heels were against the soft flesh of her ass. Then, slowly because he wanted to savor the feeling, he began stroking his cock in and out of the clutching tube of her twat.

Although she was asleep, drugged so thoroughly that she was totally oblivious to her predicament, Wendy's body knee it was being aroused. Thus, when Carl commenced to actually fuck the girl, her subconscious mind directed her hips to respond to the pleasing friction. Before long, to Carl's amazement, she was lifting and lowering her hips in time to the thrusts of his cock into her snatch.

"Damn," he swore, pausing a moment, "if she's this good when she's out of it, what's she going to be like when she knows what she's doing?" He licked at her pouting lips and squeezed her hard nipples, not stopping to think that Wendy might consider him a creep and resist the impulse to cooperate with him if he were flicking her while she was conscious of his actions.

Carl ground his loins into the pulpy flesh of her cunt while lifting her ass with the fingers inserted into the deep crack between the trim mounds. His cock jumped and jerked within the tight confines of her vaginal passage and his balls nestled between the firm flesh of her ass.

Lewdly, he ducked his head and fastened his mouth over on of her abundant tits. His tongue slashed across the distended but of a nipple as he started sawing his cock in and out of her twat again. Each time he hilted the stubby tool he rolled his pelvis, grinding his loins into the wetness of her snatch.

Wendy's stomach rippled and her ass muscles clenched and relaxed as the cock rode back and forth within her twat. Even in her drugged state she realized that there was something different about this fuck, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was, didn't notice that she was getting fucked by a cock that was considerably shorter and of less girth than that she was used to.

His balls slapped at the dampening crack of her ass as he fucked her harder and faster. "Aaaaahhhh," he moaned against his tit as he felt himself getting ready to cum. Hurriedly he whipped his cock from her and let his jizm spurt out to land against the satiny flesh of her tits and the smoothness of her belly. The jizm stood out against her pale skin like gray puddles of some alien life form.

"Uhhhh," Wendy moaned in her drug-induced slumber. She had cum just before Carl had pulled out of her twat so her restless stirrings weren't enough to wake her. For several moments, Carl stared at her delectable figure. Then, with a sigh, he stuck his limp cock back in his shorts and trousers and climbed into the driver's seat of the van. The jouncing of the vehicle made Wendy roll about on the air-mattress but she still slept as he turned onto the paved road and sped off toward the mansion he lived in as his sister's slave.

From time to time, he would glance into the rear-view mirror, appreciating the lush charms of the slumbering young woman. Carl wished that he had the guts to disregard the fact that his sister, his mistress, was probably already home and waiting for him to deliver her newest plaything. If he could have managed that, he would have pulled into another unused trail and, after tying the unconscious girl, amused himself with her lush body until she was awake again. Then he would have aroused her and ravished her, making her satisfy his lusts with her mouth before fucking her exposed and vulnerable cunt and ass.

But, although Carl had longed to do so, he didn't dare. He had been too cowed by the whippings he had received at Olga's hands and, when Carla had threatened to shoot him and dispose of his body in a safe way, he had surrendered to her and accepted the fact that she was his mistress, he her slave. The time that had passed since that fateful afternoon when Carla had been forced to suck Harrison's cock and then been subjected to rape of her cunt and ass before freeing herself and turning the tables on the man who had been her fiance and who now was her husband and the woman he'd hired to kidnap and discipline the twins had deepened his feeling of helplessness where Carla was concerned. Even now, as he guided the van through the countryside, he trembled as he thought of how angry Carla might get if she knew he had fucked the girl who lay naked in the back of the vehicle.

About twenty miles away from the MacLoud home, Carl pulled to a stop alongside the road. After climbing into the back of the van, he fondled Wendy's tits and cunt for a moment, then slipped her panties and shorts over her feet and worked them up her legs. Awkwardly, he lifted her and dragged the garments over her hips and ass, then fastened them and stuffed her T-shirt into them once he'd pulled it down over the spectacular mounds of her tits. It seemed a shame to cover her, but he didn't want Carla to know he had amused himself with the girl's defenseless body. Of course, he was sure that Carla was going to let him have Wendy while she was their captive. After all, she'd let him be the first to stick his cock into Mei-Ling's twat. But that had been different, she had been there to watch as she'd fucked the Chinese beauty. Daring to screw Wendy when he was alone with her might tickle Carla's fancy. But, it might just as well arouse her ire and anger. Carl felt it better that his assault on the helpless girl remain a secret if it could. And he saw no reason why it shouldn't. After all, he had a good excuse for the length of time he was gone: he would simply state that he'd encountered road work, which he had; then say that he had gotten lost in the backlands as he'd tried to get around the long line of cars making use of the detour. He saw no reason why Carla wouldn't accept that explanation.

As he expected, the first thing he was asked when he pulled up to the side of the large house was where he had been. The story of his delay rolled glibly off of his to his delight, merely nodded. "Did you have any trouble with her?" she asked.

"None at all," he replied. "She had a bad case of cottonmouth and drained the soda almost in one gulp. I'd say she was out of it as soon as she stretched out on the mattress."

Olga and Mei-Ling arrived at that time, forestalling any further interrogation his sister might have had in mind. "Take her up to the room beyond Harrison's and prepare her," the haughty blonde ordered. "Strip her and chain her to the bed, legs apart and arms over her head. Then one of you keep watch over her and let me know as soon as she shows signs of coming awake. It ought not to be more than an hour or so, so I expect I'll be done with supper by then."

"Yess, ma'am," Mei-Ling replied. "Cook has supper waiting. You will be able to eat as soon as the food is brought to the table."

"Good, very good," Carla answered. "Go and wash up, Carl, and hurry. I'm sure our 'guest' will have a lot of questions when she recovers and we wouldn't want to keep her waiting for the answers, would we?"

Both of them laughed as he headed for the downstairs powder room to wash his hands and she went to get Harrison from his den. Mei-Ling and Olga carried the still drugged girl out of the van and up the sidesteps to the closed wing of the second story. As they did so, both of the enslaved women were acutely aware of how lovely Wendy was and both were anxious for her to come to, so they tongue and Carla, could get in on the fun of debauching her.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Wendy awaken slowly, shaking her head to rid of her mind of what seemed to be cobwebs. Damn, she thought, what did I do last night, that I feel so funny now? It wasn't exactly a hangover that she was suffering, because her stomach wasn't upset the way it always was after she drank too much, but the feeling was akin to the aftermath of overindulgence in alcohol.

Suddenly, she realized that there was another difference between now and other times when she'd woken up: she was naked. In the past, no matter how drunk she'd been when she'd come in, she had always gotten into pajamas before going to bed.

She started to sit up. "What the hell?" she muttered as she found that she couldn't. She gave a hard yank on one arm and felt metal bite into her wrist. "Hey!" she exclaimed to the darkened room. "Is this some sort of joke? What's going on here? Let me up. I don't think this is funny at all."

"Let me assure you, Miss Hiller, that it is not meant to be funny," came an unfamiliar voice. Then she was almost blinded as three high-powered lamps were turned on, their beams directed at her face, preventing her from seeing beyond them to where the voice seemed to have originated.

"How do you know my name?" she demanded with greater bravado than she felt. Even as the words left her mouth, she was thinking; they know who I am so this can't be a case of mistaken identity. If they've kidnapped me thinking I was somebody else, they could have gotten rid of me before I even regained consciousness and I would never have known what happened.

"You had ample identification in you purse," came the apply.

"My folks don't have any money," Wendy informed the unseen person. "If you're expecting a ransom for me, you won't get much. My grandmother was in the hospital for a long time before she died and all of my dad's savings went to cover her bills."

"We have not kidnapped you for ransom, Miss Hiller," the voice replied.

"Then why have I been kidnapped?" she demanded.

"You will be told in good time," she was assured. "First, you will answer some questions. Are you a virgin?"

"No," Wendy admitted. Then a disturbing memory rose in her mind. "You ought to know," she added, "one of you fucked me while I was asleep."

"Really?" the voice inquired. "What gives you that idea, if you were asleep?"

"I can tell," Wendy insisted. "A woman just knows when she's been had. My pussy feels different. And my thighs feel sticky."

"She was having sexy dreams," a voice said from the darkness. For some reason it sounded familiar to Wendy but she couldn't put her finger on whose it was.

"I might have been having sexy dreams," the voluptuous redhead insisted. "But I was had, too."

"Look at her belly, above the navel," suggested another voice. My Lord, how many people are back there staring at me? the distraught girl wondered. She tried to bring her legs together to shield her cunt from their eyes but gave up when she discovered that her feet were attached to something that prevented her from exercising her desire for modesty. "Don't those look like cum spots?"

"Her panties were on inside out," another voice revealed, "when we undressed her."

"See, I told you," Wendy proclaimed. "Do I look like the type that'd wear her panties inside out?"

"You look like the type that wouldn't wear panties much at all," a fifth voice retorted. Two men and three women, Wendy told herself. Somehow she felt proud that she'd guessed that much just from the sounds of the voices.

"Look, you," she responded to the last speaker, "I don't care what you think I look like, I'm not a whore or a tramp. Before this afternoon, there'd only been one guy that'd gotten in me and I'd only done it with him ten or twelve times."

"Really?" the first voice inquired. "Doesn't that seem rather preposterous? A girl as amply endowed as you remaining a virgin until so recently?"

"I've only been this amply endowed for the past year," she retorted. "Until then I was as skinny as a board. And I lived out in the country. A guy really had to like me to drive out to where I lived to take me out. Not many guys liked me that much. Then, when I grew tits, all the guys that I might have liked enough to let ball me were going with somebody else. I said I wasn't a tramp: I wasn't going to go out on nothing but late dates after a guy took his girlfriend home. And I wasn't going to steal some girl's boyfriend just because my boobs were bigger than hers and he started noticing me."

"I don't care if you believe me or not, but I was a virgin when I came to college. And I told you the truth about how many times the guy I'm dating there and I've made it."

"We shall assume you're telling the truth," the first voice said. It was the voice she'd heard the most. "You said the guys you might have liked enough to ball you were going with other girls: does that mean that you didn't date at all until college?"

"Oh, no," she admitted, "I went out in high school."

"But all you did was neck with those guys?"

She shook her head. "No, I let them feel me up and I played with them. We used our hands to make each other get off."

"Oh?" the chief voice asked. "All you'd done before you let you current boyfriend ball you was use your hand?"

Wendy blushed a little. "No," she confessed, "I… I sucked him off a couple of times."

"Did he cum in your mouth?" she was asked. She admitted that he had. "Did he eat you?" came the next question.

"Yes," she admitted. "And I liked it," she added. By then she had started to get the idea that she was the prisoner of some sort of sex club. Why else would they be asking her all the questions about who she'd done what to? The only thing was, she couldn't make up her mind whether she ought to be scared or not.

"Has anyone else ever eaten you?" came the next question.

Wendy blushed furiously at that. "Aha, someone else has," the chief voice remarked. "Now who could that be, I wonder? Was it another woman, by any chance?"

Again Wendy's body betrayed her as her blush deepened. "Was this woman your roommate, by any chance?"

"Yes," she answered, almost whispering.

"Mmmmmmmm," the inquisitive voice mused. "Why don't you tell us about that?"

"I… I'd rather not," Wendy answered.

"That's too bad," she was told. "We want to hear the story. You can either tell us now, or we can force you to tell us."

"Force me?" Wendy asked. "How could you do that? You can't make me tell you something I don't want to."

"Don't be absurd," she was told in reply. "Of course we can. You may not think so at this time, but, be assured that we can do just that. If we hurt you enough, you'll tell us anything we ask you to. Perhaps you doubt that? If you do, think about the pain that could be produced if your nipples were aroused and a clothespin were placed against them. Or if a clothespin were clipped to your stiffened clitoris. Mmmmmmm?"

The helpless redhead didn't have to think long. "I… I'll tell you," she whimpered. "Just don't hurt me, don't torture me."

"We won't guarantee that we won't," she heard the unseen speaker say. "But we will guarantee that we will if you don't cooperate."

With a gulp, Wendy started: "I got up late one morning and it had turned chilly over night. I hadn't completely unpacked and my sweaters and stuff were still in my trunk and I didn't have time to go digging around for one, so I grabbed a sweater that my roommate had left over the back of a chair and I ran to class. I would have asked her if it was okay to borrow the sweater, but she wasn't around where I could find her."

"Anyway, after class, I went to the library for an hour or so, then to lunch and to my afternoon class. When I got back to the room, Patty, my roommate, was there and she was really pissed. She told me that she had meant to wear that sweater herself and she said I had to be punished for taking it without asking her. Well, I knew that if she bitched to the housemother that I'd be restricted for a week and I didn't want that, because I was supposed to go to a concert that weekend with my boyfriend. So I asked her to please not report me."

"She said that she wouldn't, if I'd let her punish me. I… I didn't know what she had in mind, but whatever it was, I figured it would be better than missing the concert by being restricted, so I… well, I agreed to let her punish me."

"See," Wendy interjected, "I thought she was going to do something like tell me that I had to clean the room and make her bed for a month or something like that; take her turn on the desk to call girls when they had a visitor. You know?"

"Go on," came the voice impersonally.

"But… but she had something different in mind," Wendy said. "She… she told me to take of my jeans and panties, that she was going to spank me as my punishment."

"I almost freaked out. I mean, I hadn't been spanked since I was a little kid. I thought she was joking at first. But she was really serious. She told me: 'Wendy, you can let me spank you or you can accept whatever Mrs. Watkinson assigns as punishment.' Mrs. Watkinson was the woman in charge of the dorm. And I knew what she'd do, she'd restrict me. So, I didn't really see that I had any choice."

"I… I didn't want to do what she wanted, but I unbuckled my belt as I was kicking my tennies off. Then I took my jeans and panties off the way she'd told me to. Patty was sitting on her bed and I thought she'd have me lie across her lap, but she made me get on my bed with my arms above my head and my butt up in the air."

"Then she came over and started rubbing her hands over my ass. She did that for several moments and I was beginning to wonder just what she was doing when she drew back one hand and really slammed it into my ass. I almost cried out, it hurt so much."

"Patty told me to chew on the pillow if I had to but not to scream. Well, by the time she hit me the third time, I had the corner of the pillow in my mouth and tears were running down my cheeks. I hadn't had any idea that a spanking could be so bad. My folks had always used a switch on me when I was a kid and they had never whipped me on my bare butt, just over the clothes I had on."

"I didn't keep count of how long Patty hit me, or how many times she did. But, gradually, I started becoming aware that it wasn't hurting me as much when she landed her hand on my ass, that it was starting to affect me differently. It… it was turning me on."

"Patty must have known what was happening. Because, all of a sudden, she stuck her hand against my pussy and I almost jumped off the bed. 'Why, Wendy, you're all wet,' she said. I knew she was teasing me but I couldn't find my voice to get her to stop. She… she started rubbing my pussy and I moaned, I guess. I know that it felt good, a lot better than I'd thought it would."

"Well, before I knew what she was going to do, she'd grabbed me and rolled me over. And then she put her mouth on my pussy and started licking and sucking my clit and I just went crazy. I let her do what she wanted to do."

"No," Wendy corrected herself, "I didn't let her do it. I practically forced her to. I tangled my hands in her hair and pushed her face into my pussy and wrapped my legs around her head so she couldn't have gotten away if she'd wanted to. But she didn't really want to; she stayed there licking and sucking at me for as long as I could stand it."

"How many times did you cum?" demanded the voice, a little ragged this time, as if the speaker was getting excited by what she was hearing. Which is exactly what was happening; Carla was getting so turned-on by the helpless girl's narration that she had started playing with her tits, bringing the nipples up to aching stiffness and then rolling them about between her thumbs and forefingers.

"Geez, I don't know," Wendy confessed. "Maybe a dozen."

"I see," the husky voice replied. "And was that the only time that something happened between you and… what was her name? Patty?"

Wendy didn't answer immediately, although she could feel her skin flush and knew that they had received the information they had requested. Then the obscenely exposed redhead began to speak again, for she knew they were going to want to hear the story. Maybe if I volunteer stuff and cooperate, they'll go easier on me than otherwise, she thought.

"What happened was that I was out with my boyfriend one evening and we lost track of time and, well, we started feeling each other up and then the warning bell rang and we had to quit before he made me get off."

"So, I was pretty frustrated when I got to the room, because we hadn't seen each other for a couple of nights before that and I'd been sort of horny when we started making out."

"I walked in and Patty was lying there on her bed without a stitch on, playing with herself. If she hadn't been doing that, I might have just gone on to bed. I might have played with myself once the lights were out, but that's all I would have done."

"But Patty was rubbing her pussy. So, as I was undressing, I asked her if she remembered the day I'd worn her sweater without asking. And she said she did. So I asked her if she'd like to do what she'd done to me that afternoon again. 'Not the spanking, the other part,' I said."

"She just looked over and grinned at me and said she wouldn't mind, but that there was a catch. So I asked her what it was. She sat up and then rose and walked over to me and looked me right in the eye and said that she liked spanking the person she was going to eat, that the any other way she'd do it, if I didn't want to get spanked, was to do it to her, too. Only she said we'd really make love with each other, neck and feel each other up and suck each other's tits and all."

"I presume you did so?" came the ragged voice. In the darkness behind the three strong lights, Carla had undressed completely and was stroking her cunt as she interrogated the obscenely exposed girl.

"I… I wasn't going to," Wendy confessed. "The idea sounded icky. But, before I could tell her I wasn't interested, she put her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. Before I really knew what she was going to do, she had her tongue about halfway down my throat. Then she slid her arms down and grabbed me by the ass and started rubbing herself against me… Well, I changed my mind."

"Go on," came the husky command.

"We ended up on my bed," Wendy recalled. "And it wasn't icky at all. Actually, I started getting into it pretty good. By the time we'd felt each other up real good, I was starting to wonder what the rest was going to be like. So I rolled her onto her back and started kissing her boobs."

"How big are they?" one of the other voices asked.

"About half as big as mine," Wendy said after a moments reflection. "Patty's almost as tall as I am, but she's much slimmer. She's got short, black hair and a square face. She wears shirts instead of blouses and acts sort of hoydenish. But she's not a dyke; she fucks guys."

"She says," one of the unseen males remarked.

"No," Wendy corrected him. "I know she does. I… I walked in on her and some guy fucking one afternoon."

Wendy lay there on the bed and thought about how embarrassed she'd been by that. It had been the first time she'd actually seen somebody making out, and there had been no doubt what the amorous couple had been doing; the covers of the bed had been thrown back and she'd been able to see the guy's cock sliding in and out of Patty's dark-fringed cunt.

"So what happened?" the husky voice demanded.

"Patty asked me if I wanted to hop into bed with them," she answered. "I… I was tempted. But I grabbed the book I'd forgotten and went to class. Now… well, I wish I'd had the guts to accept the invitation. But that was before she and I made it."

"You did make it with her?"

"Oh, yeah. That time I was telling you about. We sucked each other's tits and then she turned around and threw a leg over me and there her pussy was, right above my face. I… I could feel her breathing on my pussy and I knew I had to kiss hers to get her to do the same thing to me and, well, by then I wanted her to do it so badly that I didn't care what I had to do. So, I pulled her hips down and started and she started and we made each other cum good. I guess we each popped three or four times before we stopped for the night."

"Just 'for the night'?" came the voice.

"Well, uh, yeah," Wendy admitted, blushing hard again. "We… ah… when we woke up the next morning we did it again. Actually, I woke up and Patty was fooling around with me and I sort of let her. Then I got into it, too and one thing led to another."

"We made it a couple of other times, too," she added.

There was silence in the room. Then Wendy broke it. "May I ask a question?" she murmured.

"Go ahead," she was told.

"Why am I here?"

"Oh, that's simple," came the reply. "You're a sex-object. We're going to suck you and fuck you, make you suck and fuck us. We'll probably spank you, maybe even whip you. But we're going to amuse ourselves with your body for the next few days as often as we want."

"Groovy," Wendy murmured. Then, to the surprise of the five staring at her, she thrust her hips upward as far as they would go. "Let's get started," she invited.

"You don't sound perturbed," observed the chief voice.

"Why should I be?" Wendy shot back. "What's the old joke? 'If rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it' isn't that the way it goes?"

"You know that I like everything you said you were going to do to me. I told you I did. So why should I pretend that I'm not going to have fun with you? You haven't said anything about what's going to happen to me afterward, but, the way I figure it, if I cooperate, maybe you'll let me go."

"Oh, we intend to," came the voice. "We'll give you something that'll knock you out, then drive you back close to where we picked you up and dump you beside a back road close enough to a place you can get a ride from that you won't have any trouble. And, if you're really good, we'll stick some money in your pocket to compensate you for your trouble."

"Hey, balling is no trouble," Wendy protested. "I like sex. I expect to like what you do to me. Well," she added, after a moments pause, "I'm not sure about the whippings part, but, I'll try anything once. If Patty had ever told me that I had to let her spank me before she'll ball me again, I'd have gotten on my hands and knees like she wanted me. Who knows, maybe I'll dig it if I really get whipped."

There were whispers from beyond the bank of lights. Suddenly, they were extinguished and the overhead lights came on. Then a tall, slender, naked blonde woman stalked toward the bed where Wendy was chained. Swiftly, she undid the chains that held the captive redhead's feet to the lower posts of the bed.

Sitting next to the girl's hips, the blonde reached out and placed her hand squarely over Wendy's cunt. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, "you're wet."

"Sure," Wendy admitted. "Thinking about all the things I've done got me turned on."

Carla bent forward and kissed Wendy full on the mouth as her fingers continued to work against the swelling flesh of her cunt. The redhead closed her thighs together, keeping the other girl's hand trapped against her pussy as she sucked lewdly on the tongue that had thrust itself into her mouth.

When Carla lifted her mouth and sat up, she observed that Wendy's nipples had risen considerably during the kiss. "Please," the redhead whispered throatily, "undo my hands so I can feel you up, too."

And Carla did as she'd been asked.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Once her arms were released, Wendy sat up and stretched to ease the tightness in her shoulders. As she looked toward the rest of the room, she noticed the young man who'd given her the ride locked in the torrid embrace with a young Chinese girl. One of his hands was clutching her full tit and the other was massaging her cunt, while she was stroking off his stiff cock. Near them, a middle-aged man was sucking the tit of an older woman as they caressed each other's groin.

Then Wendy turned her attention to the young woman sitting on the bed next to her. Hungrily she embraced the other girl, her mouth seeking the other's as she pulled her closer until their stiff-tipped tits meshed. The arrogant blonde shoved her hand back between Wendy's thighs and the redhead let them fall a little away from each other to give the other woman complete access to her cunt. "Mmmmmmmm," she murmured deep in her throat as the knowing fingers played against her pussy.

Shortly after they stretched out, Wendy brought her hands up Carla's sides and wedged them between their squirming bodies. Closing her fingers around Carla's small tits, she started kneading the pliant flesh.

"I'm surprised you're so acquiescent," Carla murmured as she worked her lips around on Wendy's face.

"I've never been to an orgy before," the younger girl replied. "But I've thought about being in one. Since it doesn't look like I have any choice about being in this one, I might as well make the most of it."

"That's a good attitude," Carla agreed. She shifted her own hands and pressed them to the abundant tits of the other girl, rubbing her palms across the stiffened nipples as Wendy caught her own nipples and squeezed them.

"Well, sex is fun," Wendy murmured. "So, the way I figure, if I dig balling one person, and I have so far, I ought to really get off on balling two or more people at the same time."

"I'm sure you will," Carla replied, her mouth moving onto the other girl's throat. Wendy arched her back and pushed her big tits harder into Carla's hands. "Squeeze 'em hard," she whimpered, "twist them. Bite them when you get around to that."

In response, Carla did as the redhead wanted, using her hands to distort the audaciously upthrusting tits until Wendy's mouth popped open in a grimace of agonized pleasure. "Aaaaaahhh!" she moaned.

Carla dug her sharp nails into the billowy mounds of the younger girl's tits, causing Wendy to moan passionately and force her thigh harder into Carla's wet, hot snatch. "Aaaaahhh!" Wendy moaned, tugging on Carla's erect nipples.

The arrogant blonde levered herself upward over the writhing redhead until one of her pointy little tits dangled over Wendy's passion-gaped mouth. "Suck!" she ordered. "Suck my tit, you hot little nympho!"

Carla pushed herself up to an erect position over the writhing redhead. Then, without warning, she slapped Wendy, hard, across the mouth. The startled girl's hips shot skyward and her whole body vibrated as she came.

Savagely, Carla launched herself backward until she was in a crouch over Wendy's body, her mouth above one of the plump tits. "Aaaaaahhh!" Wendy screamed as the domineering blonde bent her head and bit at the distended nipple. As Carla chewed on her turret tipped tit, Wendy's hands roamed avidly over the blonde's tits.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Wendy cried as Carla let her teeth grind the base of one stiff nipple while she dug her sharp fingernails into the other fat nubbin. The redhead's ass bounced steadily against the mattress as she gulped and panted.

Then, to Wendy's disappointment, Carla swung her leg away from between hers and lifted her mouth from the heaving tit. "On your stomach!" she snapped abruptly. "Then get that ass up in the air."

Wendy jumped to obey. And even as she was lifting her ass into the air, Carla's hand was swinging down to contact with it. "Oooooohhh!" Wendy cried as the hand slapped her shapely posterior.

"Damn, but you've got a nice ass for spanking," Carla told the writhing redhead. "I'm going to have fun using a strap on you."

"Yessssss," Wendy moaned. "I will, too. But not now, not now…"

"No that can wait," Carla agreed. She swung her hand again but, this time, she curved it and smashed it into the pulpy cleft of Wendy's cunt. "Aaaaaggghhhh!" Wendy yelled as she coated the inner surfaces of her thighs with hot, musky fluids. She was still cumming as Carla caught her by the hips and flipped her onto her back.

Wendy's tongue shot out and licked feverishly at the pussy grinding in her face. As she ran the tip of her tongue up and down the slick cleft, Carla sank her teeth into the engorged mound atop Wendy's cunt and started gnawing at it, causing the other to plant her feet solidly on the mattress and then thrust her hips up into the air.

The aroma of hot pussy-juice filled Carla's nostrils as she made the other girl cum by biting her mons veneris. It was too much for Carla to stand. She shifted her mouth and sucked avidly at Wendy's twat as she poured her own juices into the lewdly sucking mouth of the younger girl.

Once they had, temporarily, drained each other's twats of excess moisture, the two wantons thrust their tongues deep into the quivering passion-tubes and started sawing them in and out. As they tongue-fucked each other they commenced rolling about on the bed in their franticness.

Finally, Carla raised her head from between Wendy's legs and rolled herself away from the other girl. "Damn," she muttered, after she'd regained some semblance of control over her breathing, "but I enjoyed that."

"You know it," Wendy agreed. "There was only one way it could have been better."

"How's that?" Carla inquired idly.

"If we'd been stoned," Wendy remarked.

"I… uh…" Carla responded, glancing toward Harrison, who was lying on his back with Olga astride his hips fucking furiously.

"I think it's a great idea," the middle-aged executive said.

Carla's eyes widened. "You get high?" she asked her husband, her incredularity evident in her voice.

"Doesn't everyone?" Harrison replied. "Just last week I did some coke with one of Reagan's top advisors."

"What, please, is coke?" Mei-Ling asked. "I don't think you speak of something you drink."

"Hardly," Carl answered her as he twisted her tits to keep her riding up and down over his cock. "It's cocaine. You inhale it and it makes you feel super."

"You put it on a cock or a cunt and it makes you feel even better," Olga informed him. "Ach, but I wish there was some cocaine here."

"Ahhhhhh, but there is," Harrison announced. "Also, a half pound of Columbian." He blinked as everybody in the room stared at him. "Well, dammit, I didn't know that anybody here turned on. I'd have said something weeks ago if I had."

"Better late than never," Wendy remarked. Her words broke the tension in Carla and she laughed.

"Well, go get it," she told Harrison.

He returned and everyone's attention focused on the attache case he was carrying.

Carl and Wendy rolled joints while Carla took charge of chopping the granular cocaine into a fine powder. After she had done so and arranged the powder into thin lines, Harrison removed a new hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and rolled it into a thin tube. Mei-Ling watched, wide eyed, as Carla stuck one end of the bill in her nose, pinched the other nostril shut and inhaled half of one line. She shuddered and shook her head, then repeated the process with the other nostril.

The six of them smoked both joints down to a point where they couldn't be held. Then Carla stretched, drawing her small tits up tighter as she did so. The others watched her, waiting expectantly for her to set the next session in action. "Wendy," she asked the redhead, who was resting beside her with her head on Carla's thigh, "how big is your boyfriend's cock?"

"A little bigger than his," the girl answered, pointing at Harrison.

"Okay," Carla said, she slipped out from under the girl and rose to stride over to the dresser. When she turned around, she had a double-ended dildo in her hand. "What… what's that?" Wendy asked as she eyed the device. Carla just smiled. Then she positioned Wendy between Harrison's hairy thighs. Wendy reached out and opened the ring around his cock, then adjusted his legs so she could rest her shoulders on them and have her hands free to fingerfuck the other two women, who were already pressing themselves against her sides.

Lowering her head, Wendy started licking at the glans of the middle-aged man's cock.

On her hands and knees, Carla moved up behind Wendy. She reached under her and steered the mushroomy end of the dildo to the girl's twat, then rammed half of the plastic cock into the kneeling girl's defenseless cunt. "Uhhh!" Wendy gasped as her twat was stretched by the thickness of the dildo.

As Mei-Ling and Olga spread their legs to enable Wendy's hands to reach their cunts, they leaned forward and fastened their hot, lewd mouths to the hard-tipped tits of their cruel mistress. Both were aware that, so far, Wendy had been the only recipient of Carla's sadistic tendencies and they shivered as they wondered if, perhaps, they might not be the next she would choose to vent her cruelty upon.

Carl stretched out on the bed and started licking at the flesh around his sister's asshole, his nostrils filling with the musky scent of her crotch as he did so.

This is wild, Wendy thought as she worked her tongue up and down the throbbing shaft of Harrison's cock while wiggling her hips about. The dildo was sawing in and out of her pussy easily, although it was stretching her as it moved deeper. Still, it wasn't so much larger than what she'd had in her pussy already the extra girth was painful, just extremely satisfying.

The redhead worked her hands to the dripping cunts of the two women kneeling on either side of her and began massaging their swollen clits as they sucked avidly on Carla's jouncing tits.

From his position at the head of the tableau, Harrison watched with undisguised interest as the lewd spectacle was performed. His hands chased around the tits of the kneeling slaves, making Olga and Mei-Ling sigh against the compact mounds of their mistress' tits as they worked their lips and tongues against them.

Behind and below Carla, Carl had stiffened his tongue and thrust it into the tight nether hole. He trembled as he worked the spear of flesh in and out of his sister's asshole. He, too, was wondering who the next recipient of her cruelty was going to be. Unlike Olga and Mei-Ling, however, he was hoping that it would not be him.

Carla worked her knees farther away from each other and lowered her hips a little, then eased her hands under Wendy's crouching body to grasp the dangling mounds of her abundant tits. As she pounded her flat belly into the bowed body of the eager new slave, she squeezed and twisted Wendy's big tits, making her moan against the flesh of Harrison's cock.

Wendy swept her hot tongue up to the tip of it, then opened her mouth wide and pushed it down over the swollen head. As soon as it was all in her hot mouth, the teenager clamped her lips tightly to the shaft and started sucking avidly at the engorged glans. "Aaaaahhhh," the middle-aged executive moaned as the girl enfolded his cockhead in her wet cheeks.

As Carla ground her loins to the trembling flesh of Wendy's firm, young ass, the pebbled protuberance on the dildo rubbed over her engorged clit, sending thrill after thrill coursing through her body. Of course, the action of her brother's tongue in her asshole and that of the mouths on her tits did nothing to detract from the enjoyment she was deriving from the salacious acts she was performing herself.

Twisting her hands, she managed to jam a couple of fingers into the dilated twats of Mei-Ling and Olga while keeping her thumbs busy at their swollen clits. Both of the women sucked even harder at Carla's small tits as they wiggled their asses in involuntary reaction to the fingering of their tits and snatches.

"Aaaaaaahhhh," Carla cried as all that was being done to her combined to the drive her passion to a fever pitch. Her hips swung to and fro, sawing the dildo in and out of Wendy's twat as she dug her nails into the tender surfaces of the girl's big tits. Wendy's body shook in masochistic delight as Carla treated her tits so cruelly. I hope she spanks me hard before too long, the voluptuous redhead thought, I'm learning all sorts of interesting stuff about myself. It was my lucky day when that guy stopped to give me a ride. Visiting Lynn and Jordon would never have been this much fun, no matter what happened with them.

Carla dug her sharp nails into the turgid spears of her nipples, making Wendy's hips buck spasmodically. The redhead was on the verge of cumming and she moved her hips back and forth faster, wiggling her ass about frantically as she dragged her tongue up the underside of Harrison's cock in an effort to get him to shoot his hot jizm into her mouth as she was cumming herself.

Wendy's lasciviously sucking mouth slid down over the rampant cock. "Daaaammn!" Harrison cried as the girl took every bit of his six-inch cock into her mouth. The head was actually in her throat as she rubbed her lips against his skin.

The thick dildo slammed into Wendy's cunt again and again. Just a little more, she pleaded silently as she tossed her hips about in frantic abandonment. "Go ahead, you sexy little slut, cum for me!" Carla growled.

Her own cum was almost on her and she rocked her hips to and fro faster and faster as she sought to bring herself off. Carl was sawing his tongue deep into her asshole as she shoved her rump into his face with each stroke of the dildo out of Wendy's tight twat.

Both Mei-Ling and Olga reached across and commenced fondling the other's free tit, adding to their own pleasure as well as the other's.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Harrison screamed. His jizm shot into Wendy's mouth and the mewling redhead gulped it down desperately. Despite her efforts to capture all of his cum in her mouth, some of it oozed out between her lips.

Wendy's body shuddered violently as she started cumming herself. Then her hands were awash with the juices of the two women she'd been fingerfucking. Suddenly, Carla tightened her grip on Wendy's mammoth tits and ground her loins harder into the quivering ass of the younger girl as she, too, commenced cumming.

Moaning in contentment, the four women collapsed in a tangled heap of arms, legs and writhing bodies. Harrison sat up and Wendy managed to get the ring back around his cock before it started deflating.

Gradually, they all extracted themselves from the heap of bodies. Carla motioned Olga and Mei-Ling to her and whispered to them. They nodded and both of them left the room. "Roll another joint, Carl," the dominate young woman snapped as she shifted on the bed and kissed her husband full on the mouth.

Wendy felt left out, but not for long. Carla continued to kiss her husband but she caught the redhead's hair and tugged her mouth to a hard-tipped tit. Gurgling with pleasure, Wendy sucked the entirety of the compact mound into her mouth and worked her lips and tongue against it.

When Mei-Ling and Olga returned, the threesome on the bed broke away from each other. Wendy looked at the length of rope that Olga was carrying and the long whip that the Chinese girl bore and shivered.

Mei-Ling pushed a button and one of the massive beams that decorated the ceiling started lowering. When it was at shoulder height, Olga fed the rope through the two eyelets that were embedded in the sturdy oak of the beam. Then, without warning, Carla grabbed her brother by the back of the neck.

"Yaaaaaahhhh!" Carl cried out as his twin dug her fingertips into the nerves alongside his neck. He tried to twist himself free of her grip, but, before he could succeed, the other two slaves had grabbed him. Together, they forced the protesting youth to the middle of the room. "Wendy," Carla called, "Come and tie the ends of this rope to his wrists."

Wendy obeyed and he was securely bound by the ropes. Mei-Ling scurried back to the wall and punched the button again and the beam rose, pulling the helpless young man with it, until his toes no longer touched the thickly carpeted floor.

Carla stepped up behind him and ran her hands over the curve of his ass. "You know why you're here, don't you?" she demanded.

"Because I fucked Wendy before you had her," the young man replied.

"And because I like hearing you scream," his sister added. Once more she stroked his defenseless ass. Then she turned to the busy redhead. "Which of these women would you like to eat while Harrison fucks you?" she asked in the same tone of voice she'd have used to inquire if the younger girl took cream and sugar in her coffee or something equally unimportant.

Wendy glanced at Olga and Mei-Ling. Both of them canted their knees outward to make their pussies more prominent. Wendy gulped as her eyes roamed back and forth from one naked body to the other. "I guess her," she murmured at last, indicating Mei-Ling.

The diminutive Chinese girl squealed and rushed to Wendy's side, pulling her head down and kissing her wantonly on the mouth as she caressed the taller girl's lush body. Then Wendy felt another pair of hands upon her and realized that Harrison, too, was embracing her. Slowly, the two of them started maneuvering her toward the bed.

She went willingly. Of course, she knew that if she didn't, she would be forced to obey the dictates of the haughty blonde standing in the middle of the room.

When they broke apart to scramble into the big bed, Wendy took an opportunity to glance back to the center of the room. Olga had dropped her knees and was running her hands up and down the backs of Carla's thighs as she nuzzled her face between the younger woman's thighs. And Carla was thawing back the whip, in preparation to punishing her twin brother.

Mei-Ling wiggled higher on the bed and spread her sturdy legs to expose her pussy. Wendy, with a groan of anticipation, got onto her hands and knees between the Chinese girl's calves and slipped her palms under the Oriental beauty's squirming ass. As she lowered her mouth toward the gaping cunt, she felt Harrison move up behind her and ease his cock between her quivering thighs.

There was a swishing sound, then a crack. Immediately after that, a scream rent the air as Carl reacted to the blow on his ass.

Again and again the swishing sound occurred. Always it was followed by a crack as the whip bit into Carl's flesh, and a cry of reaction as he twisted and kicked. Ohhh, damn, the redhead wondered as she licked faster at Mei-Ling's pussy, I wonder if I'm going to get whipped like that?

Well, she concluded, if I am, I sin. And if she's not planning to beat me, I could always ask her to do it. I'll bet she would. She wiggled her luscious ass against Harrison's loins as he fucked her with long, steady thrusts and her lips and tongue worked avidly against Mei-Ling's snatch.

It's going to be a long evening, Wendy told herself as she worked her fingertips against the resilient flesh of Mei-Ling's ass. And I bet I love every minute of it.

CHAPTER NINE

Wendy awoke slowly.

As her eyes focused, she blinked. Where am I? She asked herself. Wherever it was, it certainly wasn't in Jimmy's room at the frat house. Then Wendy's eyes came to rest on the sleeping figure beside her and all of her questions were answered.

It's Monday morning, she told herself. In a couple of hours somebody's going to drive me back to campus. (Her first class of the week didn't meet until one in the afternoon on Monday, so she would have no difficulty getting there on time.) Damn, but this has been a weird weekend.

It had been almost non-stop sex since Friday evening, with short breaks to smoke more marijuana and snort more cocaine, slightly longer breaks for food or a dip in the pool behind the palatial mansion, longer breaks for rest. But, seventy percent of the time she'd been at the MacLouds she'd been having some sort of sex.

Mmmmmm, she thought as she surveyed Carla's nakedness, but I've had a good time. I had no idea I was so into sex. Certainly not the off-beat stuff I've been doing.

Thinking about what she'd done made Wendy reach back and run a hand over the smooth lines of her ass. As Carla had assured her they would, the welts there had vanished. Wendy had finally given in to her curiosity and taken her place dangling from the beam to feel the whip biting into her flesh. As she'd suspected, it had excited her sexually and she'd been begging for something to be done to her.

"Give it to her, Sis," Carl had moaned from the bed, where he had been writhing under the ministrations of a couple of feathers wielded by Mei-Ling and Olga, who'd been fingerfucking each other lewdly as they'd tormented the helpless young man. By then, Wendy had been fucked by one of Carla's dildos and had known that was what was advancing so steadily into her shitter.

She hadn't complained, though, because she hadn't wanted to. Harrison had been flicking her cunt at the same time. There had been something about being fucked in both of her holes that had excited her more than she would have thought possible.

It seemed to Wendy that her asshole had been fucked as much as her mouth or cunt.

On the other hand, she had worn the dildo a number of times herself and had discovered the pleasure of hearing Carl and Harrison crying out as she'd brutally rammed the plastic cock into their assholes. Furthermore, she'd screwed Mei-Ling that way once and the diminutive Chinese girl had gone almost crazy since she'd been impaled on Harrison's stiff cock at the time.

Ohhhhh, Wendy thought, I don't know if they'll let me know where I am, but I hope they do so I can write to them and make arrangements to come down here again.

Beside her, Carla shifted in her sleep and turned onto her back. Cautiously, Wendy reached out and closed her hands to the pert mounds of the blonde's tits. Slowly she massaged them until she felt the nipples stir and expand. Then, moving carefully, she shifted on the bed until she could lower her watering mouth to the nearest of the taut little tits.

As her tongue circled the quivering nipple, Wendy began running a hand up and down Carla's sleek thighs. Each time she reached the top of the firm leg, she shifted her hand to the other, ignoring the densely thatched cunt in between.

Wendy choked off a moan of desire as she lifted her mouth from the firm tit and transferred her labial attention to the dampening flesh of the other girl's cunt.

The more Wendy's tongue slithered about in Carla's cunt, the wetter it grew and the more the lips swelled.

"Mmmmmmm, what a delightful way to wake-up, having my pussy sucked by a sweet little slave," Carla murmured.

As soon as Wendy reached the dilated opening of Carla's twat, the voluptuous redhead thrust her tongue back and forth, flicking the domineering woman with it.

Carla came without difficulty but Wendy didn't stop the lewd action of her tongue in and out of the slippery cunt.

Finally, after she'd cum three or four times, Carla tangled her fingers in Wendy's curly hair and lifted the redhead's face from between her legs. "Have you cum?" she whispered.

Wendy shook her head. "If it's all the same to you," the embarrassed redhead replied, "I'd like you to spank me."

Carla got a strange look on her face and Wendy hastened to explain. "Patty used spanking me to turn herself on and to sort of get me hot. But I'd like to see what a spanking does to me if I get it after I've gotten turned on."

"All right," Carla retorted. She swung her legs off of the bed and smiled at the redhead. "Well," she snapped, "what are you waiting for? Get across my lap."

The younger girl almost threw herself into position.

Then Carla started slapping, really slamming her hand into the taut mounds. "Aaaahhh!" Wendy moaned as her legs started scissoring frantically in reaction to the harder blows.

Suddenly, Carla's hand crashed into the swollen flesh of Wendy's cunt. "Heyyy!" the teenager yelled as her body bent into a convulsive bow as masochistic pleasure burst over her.

Savagely, Carla maneuvered the quivering girl about until she was on her back upon the bed. Then, before Wendy had any idea of what was to happen, Carla was slapping frantically at her big tits.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Wendy moaned in delight as Carla grabbed her tits and squeezed them, then commenced twisting them cruelly about. When the blonde caught her swollen nipples and pinched them brutally, Wendy's mouth popped open and her whole body vibrated lustfully. "More," she panted in a raspy voice, "hurt me more."

With a sadistic smile on her face, Carla caught the younger girl's ankles and doubled her legs back over her torso. Grabbing a nylon-bristled hairbrush from the bedside table, she raised it over her head and brought it down forcefully on the vulnerable cunt of the other young woman.

"Yuuuuhhhooooowwww!" Wendy screamed as what felt like a thousand pins drove into the extra-sensitive portion of her body. Before the cry had faded, Carla had slammed the bristly part of the brush into her snatch again. To Wendy's amazement, she started cumming like crazy.

Carla wasn't surprised at the teenager's reaction, for the way Wendy had reacted to the cruelty directed at her earlier in the weekend had suggested she had a strong masochistic streak.

Tossing the brush away, she dropped to her elbows and thrust her face against Wendy's swampy cunt. "Eat my ass!" she screamed as she ground her loins against the other young woman's face.

In an instant she felt the tip of Wendy's hot, agile tongue against the puckered rosette of her asshole. As the darting spear of flesh started probing the narrow opening, Carla bit at the engorged mons veneris of the writhing girl under her, causing Wendy to start cumming again.

"Fuck my ass with your tongue, you slutty little nympho!" the sadistic blonde commanded harshly. She felt the tiny opening of her anal sphincter being pushed at, then the long, slim tongue started entering her squirming ass.

Wendy exploded again. Her snatch was soaked with her fluids and the aroma of her aroused pussy was an aphrodisiac to Carla, driving her to bite and rake her teeth against the swollen flesh of her victim's pussy.

Weakly, Carla rolled away from the girl. It took her a moment or so to do it, but she shifted until she was lying next to Wendy, her tongue busy in the younger girl's mouth as they rubbed their tits together. Finally, Carla pushed herself up and looked Wendy in the eye. "You know," she murmured as she lifted a hand and ran it over the other girl's face, "I'm sorry you're going back to the university. I'd like to keep you here and make you my total slave."

"Oh?" Wendy teased, cocking her eyebrows.

"I sure enjoyed the weekend," Wendy said. The two of them laughed together for a moment. Then Carla swung her legs off the bed and held out her hand to the girl. "Come on," she invited, "let's get a shower and see about breakfast."

Half an hour later, dressed for the first time since Friday afternoon, Wendy followed Carla down the stairs and back to the breakfast nook.

Breakfast over, Wendy and Carla returned to the closed wing of the house. "Geez, I never did get to unpack," Wendy commented as she lifted her back pack.

"Don't put that on yet," Carla advised. "There're a few things you have to add."

"Yeah?" Wendy asked excitedly, "like what?"

"Oh," Carla said, from the dresser, "how about this?" she turned and tossed the teenager a double-headed dildo. "You and Patty might enjoy having this around."

"I'll say," Wendy agreed.

"Handcuffs?" Wendy whispered, although that was obviously what they were.

"Why not?" Carla challenged. "You know you like being bound and forced to take somebody."

"Here's something you might be able to use with your boyfriend," Carla suggested. She tossed a small item to the redhead, who caught it and stared for a moment before she realized it was a cockring.

"I don't know if Jimmy'd let me put this on him," Wendy observed.

Carla shrugged. "Tell him if he'll wear it. After he's fucked you until you can't stand it, he can turn you over and screw you in the ass," she suggested. "I'll bet he goes for that."

"I'll bet you're right," Wendy agreed. "Or maybe I can talk Patty into balling him, too. If he's going to satisfy both of us, he might like something that'll keep him hard."

"Got room for one more item?" Carla asked as she rummaged in the bottom drawer.

"Yeah, I guess so," Wendy replied.

"Well, here you go then," the domineering blonde said as she straightened and turned. In her hands was a riding crop, obviously brand new. Wendy shivered a the thought of having either Patty or Jimmy whipping her ass with the wicked looking little whip.

"I don't know how to thank you enough," Wendy whispered.

"Don't worry about it," Carla replied. She walked over to where the younger girl was stuffing the short whip in her back pack and reached around her from behind, unbuttoning one of the pockets on her shirt and stuffing something inside. "Just give your address and phone," she suggested, "and expect a call some weekend."

Wendy turned and threw her arms about the slender blonde.

Abruptly, Wendy stepped away from the older girl. "I… I have to go," she whimpered. "I'll never get out of here if I don't get going."

Wendy lifted the pack by the straps and followed Carla out the door as the blonde commented: "Come on, we're on our way."

But, rather than proceed directly downstairs, Carla stopped at the first room behind the imposingly carved doors to the closed wing. "Want to say goodbye to the others?" she asked.

"Sure," Wendy agreed. Then Carla threw open the door and the teenager saw the two men and the two enslaved women on their elbows and knees, their naked asses high in the air. Stepping inside, Carla took up a long handled paddle and offered it to the bemused girl.

"What… what's this for?" Wendy mumbled as she looked at the thick piece of wood with holes bored through it.

"Go ahead," Carla urged. "Pop them all a good one to remember you by."

Wendy then had the opportunity to land stinging goodbye blows to each of the invitasses. The four regretted her leaving, thanked her and chorused their farewells.

"We better get rolling if you're going to make your class." Carla said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Wendy agreed, although with reluctance.

The blonde and the redhead went out to the Alfa Romeo where Carla blindfolded Wendy again. An hour later the blindfold came off. Wendy recognized her school's parking lot.

"Goodbye, my little slave," Carla said as she clamped her hand onto Wendy's unsuspecting crotch and squeezed forcefully.

"You're mean," Wendy accused, pretending to pout.

"Of course," Carla answered.

"You know that's why I want to see you again," Wendy said.

"Yes," Carla answered. "And, you will."

You can bet on that, Wendy agreed as she shifted a little to give the domineering woman a more complete access to her snatch. Yes, indeed, you can bet you'll see me again! But not until I'm ready to learn some new games to play with Patty and Jimmy.

Content

Mistress Carla
The slaves of Carla

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE