Stacy had a hard time moving even after the wires were removed from her wrists and her ankles.
She had to shake her hands to get the blood flowing back into them – so sensation would return.
Once the pins and needles in her fingertips faded away she sat up on the bed and massaged her feet.
Just as she had anticipated there were ugly red rings in her flesh where the wires had been wrapped.
Stacy soon felt a little better even though her elbows and knees felt stiff from being forced straight for so long.
Her head cleared and she turned to Michele who was standing next to the bed with her feet far apart.
She had put on the dildo so it was sticking out straight from her loins, at a slightly upward angle.
Stacy had heard what Michele had said, and was a little nervous about having the pole stuck up her ass.
She knew that her asshole was even tighter than her pussy, and did not know how to lubricate itself.
Unlike the muscles in her cunt, the muscles in her ass were designed to push things out rather than let them in.
At the same time she felt that twinge of fear she felt a tingling beginning in her hot rectum.
An ache grew deep inside her bowels as her sexuality once again gained control of the little girl's will.
She knew that she would loved getting fucked anally, no matter how severe the pain she would endure.
"Kneel before me," Michele said firmly, looking at Stacy with fire in her eyes.
Stacy subserviently got off of the bed and stood on the floor.
She was a little unsteady as her feet still felt a bit numb.
She dropped to her knees slowly in front of Michele.
Stacy Turner sat on the backs of her calves and looked at the dildo.
Stacy could smell the scent of her own pussy on the erect log of rubber pointing at her pretty face.
"Lick it clean!" Michele said, moving her hands to the sides of her hips, turning her fingers downward.
Michele moved her feet a little further apart on Bernedette's bedroom floor and squared her shoulders.
For a moment Michele had her chin raised as if she were self-conscious about putting on a male posture.
The dark haired girl bent a little at the knees and arched her back so her hips were out in front the rest of her athletic body.
Stacy wasted no time sticking out her pink tongue.
She did not want to be punished for her dawdling.
Stacy was convinced that these two girls were superior to her.
She thought it was her rightful place to be their slave.
Stacy had no trouble being subservient. It was her nature.
She didn't have any self-esteem, and saw no reason why anyone else she respect her more than she respected herself.
Stacy rolled her tongue over the head of the prick.
She found that she loved the taste of her cunt juice.
She didn't even mind, lapping up her own pussy blood.
She licked at the shaft of the cock, using the flat part of her tongue.
Stacy spent a long time licking at the base of the dildo.
That was where her blood had gathered thickest in a ring – and she found that the blood was starting to harden.
Stacy found that she had to scrape at the base of the dildo with the very tip of her tongue to cleanse it.
When the dildo was completely clean – wet only from the hot spittle Stacy had spilled – she drew back and looked up at Michele for further instructions.
Bernedette moved to the desk chair where Michele had been sitting before and crossed her arms, content for the moment just to watch.
"Get up on the bed on your hands and knees," Michele said.
"Yes, Ma'am," Stacy said politely, and moved promptly into position. Stacy moved on her hands and knees trembling as she anticipated the pain and pleasure of anal intercourse.
"Move your knees as far apart as you can get them on the bed," Michele said, still standing up beside the bed.
As Stacy did this she could feel her thighs opening to a perfect ninety degree angle. Both her cunt lips and the cheeks of her ass opened naturally.
"Now arch your back and lower your head slave," Michele said. She was enjoying having a sex slave more and more.
At first Michele had thought of it as Bernedette's idea, but now she was enjoying her participation.
It had never occurred to Michele that she would make a good dominatrix, and she felt rather proud of herself.
"I am going to fuck your asshole until you are raw!" Michele said with a sadistic laugh in her throat.
Stacy shuddered as she heard those words and felt the ache of desire in her bowels becoming more intense.
"I am going to fuck your asshole until you can't even walk!" Michele said, a fire building in her eyes.
Michele could feel the base of the dildo against her clit, which was already swollen even though she had masturbated herself to a come only a few short minutes before.
As Stacy arched her back and lowered her head her ass raised in the air.
Then Michele moved up onto the bed and knelt behind her.
Michele placed one hand on either of Stacy's tiny ass cheeks.
She pulled the buttocks apart, resting the tip of the black log at the top of the crack of her ass.
Michele drew back her hips and lowered the tip of, the dildo until it was pressing against Stacy's frightened asshole.
"All eight inches are going right up your pooper!"
"yes, stick it in me! Stick it in my ass!" Stacy screamed.
Michele liked the idea that her sex slave was so enthusiastic.
She pressed forward.
The pressure on the anus increased.
The sphincter began to open.
The rectum gaped.
The puckers in the ring of muscle were smoothed.
The pain began to build as Michele used her tremendous strength to pull the sphincter agonizingly open.
The head of the dildo popped in and Stacy let out a sharp shriek.
But as she had found when her cunt was fucked, the worst of the pain was over in a matter of seconds.
She found that the pain of that awesome anal penetration was used by her aroused mind as a catalyst for desire.
Michele forced the entire dildo into Stacy's butt and removed her hands from the cheeks of her ass.
Michele ran her palms over Stacy's loins and held her at the soft underbelly, beneath her protruding rib-cage.
Michele pushed her fingers into Stacy's belly hard enough to pucker the flesh – hurting the black haired girl.
She wanted to use Stacy's lower torso as leverage for her fuck motion, which she began right away.
Stacy found that her sphincter had relaxed somewhat and throbbed as it held the base of the dildo.
But she still couldn't believe that the whole thing had made it inside her aching bowels. She would have thought it impossible.
The black rubber fake cock was certainly larger than anything Stacy had ever pushed out of that hole.
Her nether eye was on fire as Michele drew back with her hips, coming very close to pulling right out of the asshole. She stopped just before the sphincter was allowed to slam shut and stabbed forward with her hips, sending an awful pain, a deep internal pain, shooting up and down the cute sex slave's spine.
That agony triggered spasms of joy in Stacy's bowels.
She could feel her inner ass muscles convulsing around the dildo, once again all the way inside her.
She felt as if she were having an orgasm inside her ass.
The agony and the ecstasy had combined in Stacy's mind.
The two sensations had blended inside her without a seam.
She could no longer distinguish at all between the two.
Michele began to fuck, using short strokes, and Stacy could tell that she was bleeding once again.
For the second time in a matter of a half hour the black dildo had drawn blood inside the sex slave.
The blood was actually a helper, as it lubricated the walls of Stacy's Inner bowels.
The only lubrication up till that point had been some mucous her inner ass had secreted with her horniness.
But that alone had been next to worthless. The dildo was thick and long.
It would have hurt no matter how much her ass had been greased.
But the muscles relaxed even more and Michele found that she could move the dildo in and out of Stacy's nether eye with relative ease after a few strokes.
Stacy felt Michele loosen her grip on her underbelly, and press her palms flat at the base of her rib-cage.
Michele then straightened at the elbows a bit and moved the palms of her hands to Stacy's breasts.
Michele opened her fingers very wide, trying to hold all of Stacy's breast flesh at the same time.
But Stacy's youthful tits were a lot larger than Michele's and she couldn't hold them all simultaneously no matter how far open she spread her fingers.
Michele squeezed and fondled Stacy's tits roughly. Stacy loved every second of that breast massage.
No one had ever played with her tits before. She could feel her pussy juice rolling thickly down the insides of her spread thighs.
Her clit was once again fully engorged and quivering at the top of her recently opened cunt slit.
The flow of blood from her cunt had stopped, but now a trickle of blood was oozing from Stacy's abused.asshole.
Michele pressed Stacy's tits together until the cleavage between them was long and deep.
Stacy's tits were larger than usual anyway, Not only were they swollen with her arousal, but the force of gravity was in their favor, making them dangle beneath her upper torso.
Michele fucked faster and faster as her own horniness grew to an intense pitch – and she moaned deeply.
Michele was arching her back so that she could feel her long hair against the backs of her legs.
She had her knees shoulder-width apart on the bedspread and had turned her face toward the ceiling.
Her lips were slightly parted and moved as if she were trying – and failing – to form real words.
The only sounds that came out from between those lips were whimpers and whines of womanly lust.
She had the little knob at the base of the dildo against her love button and was massaging herself as she fucked.
When she moved her hips slightly from side to side during her in and out fuck motion, she not only stretched at Stacy's sphincter and inner bowel walls, but also made her own cunt throb sharply as she diddled her little man in the boat.
Michele pulled her palms away from Stacy's breasts so she could concentrate her attention on the nipples.
She got each of the sex slave's feminine erections between her long thumbs and forefingers. Michele squeezed.
She pinched those throbbing rosebuds flat between her fingers making Stacy squeal like a pig.
Stacy thought the pain in her inner bowels and the pain in her tits combined into a delicious sensation!
"YES! YES! YES!" Stacy screamed out at the top of her longs, though she was not aware of her words' volume.
She heard her own voice and thought for a moment that it belonged to someone else. But, no. It was her.
Michele did not know, of course, that this was exactly the way Stacy wanted her tits to be treated.
Michele was just being sadistic, getting off on the agony she was sure she was causing in the slave.
Just as Michele could feel herself approaching orgasm she pulled on both of Stacy's nipples at the same time.
She tugged them so hard that Stacy thought she would pull them right off of her swollen breasts.
The skin all around the throbbing nipples was pulled so tight it was threatening to tear on her.
Michele then released her grip on the nipples and allowed them to snap back into near-normal position.
Stacy did not have to look at her nipples to know that they had grown longer than ever before.
Michele ran her hands quickly down the underside of Stacy's trembling body, heading for her crotch.
Before Stacy could mentally prepare herself, Michele placed her forefinger on Stacy's swollen clitoris.
This was the first time Stacy's clit had ever been touched in this fashion, and she thought she would faint.
The intense please she felt at the caress of her love button made her feel very dizzy and weak.
The room began to spin, and Stacy felt as if all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the bedroom's air.
Michele began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth across the little man in the boat.
Stacy could feel a kind of orgasm she hadn't felt before making her cunt lips pulsate as if trying to speak.
She could feel her bowel muscles clasp the eight inch fake cock as Michele drove it all the way in.
The little girl could feel a slow, rolling orgasm spread in concentric circles throughout her shuddering hips.
Stacy and Michele screamed out in pleasure together.
Michele moved her hips from side to side very fast.
This massaged her own love button just right for climax.
Stacy saw the stars in front of her eyes at that point.
The black haired sex slave tried desperately to suck air.
She knew that deep breaths would help clear her head.
But she didn't make it.
The sensation was too acute!
Stacy passed out from the raw pleasure filling her body!
Michele pulled the dildo out of Stacy's asshole quickly when she sensed the little girl collapsing.
Michele was not at all surprised to see that the black cock was once again covered with Stacy's blood.
Bernedette, who was of course touching herself, was right on the edge of climax when Stacy fainted.
"I'm so close, Michele. Come here and finish me!" Bernedette said, pulling her fingers away from her pussy.
Michele quickly pulled the dildo off of her hips and set it on the night table next to the bed.
She moved so that she was kneeling between Bernedette's parted thighs and sat back on her heels.
Michele stuck her ' head in between Bernedette's parted thighs and looked at her nearly hairless cunt.
She breathed deep and filled her sinuses with the funky scent of the blonde's aroused womanhood.
The pussy lips were swollen to twice their normal size and had grown to be a deep red color. Michele almost drooled as her salivary gland responded to the sight of that soaking wet quim!
Michele wasted no time. She quickly began to kiss and lick at Bernedette's inner thighs, starting very close to her knees. She worked her way down the thighs at a rapid pace until her tongue was on the inch long patch of flesh between the base of Bernedette's cunt and her pink asshole.
On the bed Stacy was sound asleep, on her belly with her legs bent rather bizarrely behind her.
Her facial expression was blissful. The sex slave did not have the slightest worry in her deep slumber.
As she rested dreamlessly, she was unaware of the small trickle of blood from her anus, getting into her cunt.
Michele moved her fingers to Bernedette's outer lips.
The pulled the fiery cunt open until it was gaping.
Then she pressed her face hard against the swollen tissues.
Michele worked her tongue eagerly over the nooks and crannies.
No soaked fold of flesh was left uncaressed.
Then she pulled the clit's foreskin toward the base of Bernedette's pubic bone, making the love button pop from its nest.
Michele placed the tip of her tongue on the clit and flicked it back and forth very rapidly.
She started out doing this lightly but quickly increased the pressure as Bernedette approached climax.
The little blonde began to buck up so hard with her hips as the explosions started that the chair moved.
The chair made a loud sound as it bounced up and down on the floor from Bernedette's wild bucking.
Michele found that she had to move her neck back and forth with great agility to avoid getting smacked in the nose.
She dug her tongue deep into the swollen flesh as she felt the tissue around the clit ballooning.
This sudden swelling at the top of the honey pot caused the ball of fiery flesh to slightly submerge.
Michele found that she had to keep her tongue stiff to be sure she never lost contact with the magic spot.
"I'M COMING!" Bernedette screamed out, tossing her head back and allowing her jaw to drop open.
She closed her eyes tightly and grunted again and again with each spasm she felt in her cunt. Bernedette convulsed ten times before the come ended and she was able to relax.
Michele lapped lightly at the outer lips of Bernedette's cunt with the flat part of her tongue and then straightened her back so the lovers could kiss on the lips.
The blonde licked her juice from Michele's face and then gave her a long soulful tongue kiss in which they swapped much spit.
The sound of Bernedette's screams woke Stacy. The first thing the slave felt was the pain in her ass and cunt.
She rolled over on her back to see the necking couple, and it was only then that she remembered where she was.
She let out a deep moan and the girls stopped kissing to turn and look at the black haired girl.
"You look like you need a shower," Bernedette said.
The blonde was no longer in the mood to be cruel.
It was time to get Stacy cleaned up and dressed.
And then the blonde would pray that Stacy kept her mouth shut.
Actually Bernedette had nothing to worry about.
Not only wouldn't Stacy tell – she wanted to come back for more! Michele and Bernedette helped Stacy into the shower.
They tenderly washed the blood from her loins and buttocks.
When she was clean they toweled her dry and helped her into her clothes.
"You have to go home now," Bernedette said slowly, fearing that the groggy slave wouldn't understand her.
"Okay. When can we do this again?" Stacy asked, her words a little slurred. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth.
"Tomorrow morning," Bernedette said.
"But tomorrow is Saturday," Michele said.
"We are going to have a private workout," Bernedette said.
"At the school?" Michele asked.
"Right. First we run laps and then we play in the locker room."
"But the locker room is locked on Saturdays, right?"
"Sure, but I can get a key from Benson," Bernedette said.
Benson was the old, slightly touched, janitor at Rushdale High School.
Being crazy, he was on the lonely side and lived in a pitiful shack not far from the school building.
He was the sort of guy who smelled like he never changed his underwear and always seemed to have exactly three days worth of beard.
Bernedette also knew that he was also the kind of guy who would do anything for a pretty little girl like herself.
"Sounds good," Michele said. "What time?"
"Nine o'clock sharp. Be there, slave," Bernedette said to Stacy. "If you know what is good for you."
"I think that running will be a lot more fun when it is just the three of us," Stacy said, a bit of alertness returning to her foggy brain.
"That's what you say now, slave!" Michele said.
"Wait until we're through with you," Bernedette added.
Stacy managed a little smile. She would look forward to tomorrow morning dreamily no matter what they planned to do with her.
She would run until she dropped if it meant they would touch her again.
Stacy had to walk a little bow-legged to get back down the stairs to the front door of Bernedette's house.
Stacy was glad that her house wasn't very far away because her legs felt like they wouldn't hold up for long.
Then she remembered that she had been walking funny even before she discovered the girls in the woods.
She knew that her parents would not be suspicious if she limped into the house and went right to sleep.
That was what she had been doing every night since track and field practice began anyway.
Her mother and father would never know the difference.
Stacy had never cared for her parents very much.
She knew that the feeling was mutual. She was an unwanted child.
Daddy spanked her all the time for being bad and sometimes she was locked in her closet overnight. But that usually only happened when she had to bring home her report cards.