Caught Coach Part Two
By Brian Masters
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It hadonly been a week Sara thought, just one week since her life had been taken fromher, turned upside down and then used to beat her senseless. Seven short dayssince her students had caught her in the locker room sniffing Stacy's panties and getting herselfoff. And those seven days had been anything but boring for her and her newowners.
True totheir word the girls had made quick use of their slave. Every chance they gotto abuse or humiliate the middle aged woman, they took. Every day Sara wasexpected to serve her new mistresses in some degrading way. She had beenordered to add the title Miss too each of the girl's names anytime she was alonewith them and also to keep herself available night and day to their urges. Thegirls never really left her much time to herself. One or more of them wasalways with her. They had taken to staying at her house on nights when Sara's husband, John, was out of townwhich was quite frequent to Sara's dismay and tonight was no exception.
Sara wason her knees again. It seemed that Sara was always on her knees these days literallyand figuratively. Her knees hurt of course but nothing compared to the pain inher breasts and her back. Stacy was staying with Sara tonight and was catchingup on some studying and torturing Sara at the same time. Ever the industriousyoung girl, Stacy had come up with a particularly devious way to torment hercoach while at the same time relaxing in comfort with her feet up reading herhistory notes.
Stacy hadstopped at the local hardware store on her way over and bought some rope and asmall piece of wood. She had been browsing the BDSM websites last night and hadcome across a wonderful picture that had inspired her to new heights of sadism.Upon arrival at Sara's home, Stacy ordered her slave to disrobe and follow her into theliving room. Stacy slipped off her own clothes and sat her naked ass onto Sara's favorite white chair. Stacy hadthen snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor between her feet. Sara wasnow too well trained to disobey her owner and was quick to drop to her knees.
Stacy smiledat the older woman and just for laughs slapped her hard across the face. Saranever knew when such abuse would occur and was becoming as skittish as a kittensince all four of her owners enjoyed slapping her for no reason and withoutprovocation or warning. Stacy giggled at the shocked look on the face of hersimpering little whore and reveled in the single tear that rolled down theuseless cunt's now redface. "I have atreat for you tonight, cunt." Stacy said to her kneeling toy. "I'm going to let you look at mybeautiful pussy for a couple of hours while I study. Now I know you'll want to lick it but for nowjust look." Saratried to hide the disgust on her face. She in no way wanted to look at or lickthe pussy of this hateful nasty young girl but knew she had no choice in thematter. One week ago Sara might have loved the thought of tenderly making loveto the beautiful young volleyball player but after seven days of torture andabuse she now hated the very thought of even looking at Stacy.
Sara's brief reverie was broken by thetouch of her mistress' hands on her right breast. Stacy was winding a think cordaround the base of Sara's breast so tightly that the majority of the flesh was bulging outin front of Sara and already turning a dark shade of red. Stacy was hummingsoftly as she carefully wound the cord in a neat pattern around the bloated titof her slave. No bondage artist or sailor would fault the girl's rope work as she bound theolder woman's righttit and began to work on the left. The rope was kept in close to Sara's body and only 3 or 4revolutions encircled each breast before Stacy finished with a nice figure 8pattern around each protruding mound of flesh. But Stacy wasn't finished yet. She now cut alength of the rope and tied each end to the figure 8 pattern. She then took thesmall flat piece of wood and laid it on the hanging length of rope, the effectof which put one in mind of a perverted child's swing hanging below two very swollen and angry colored tits.
Sara wasin quite a considerable amount of pain already but knew her torture was onlybeginning. Stacy then moved behind the older woman and tied her wrists togetherand then her ankles. She tied a length of rope from the wrist restraints to theankles efficiently locking them together. Only 2 more to go Stacy thought asshe cut more rope. One length bound Sara's elbows while the other was used on her thighs just above theknees. Sara was quite the sight now, totally immobile and bound like one of themodels in the magazines Stacy and her friends loved so much. Stacy knelt downin front of her coach and smiled demurely as she lifted Sara's soiled panties up to the woman's mouth. "Open wide slut and I'll give you something to suck onwhile I work." Saraopened her mouth and Stacy slid the panties in crotch to tongue and filled herslave's oralcavity with the silky garment.
Her toynow trussed up to her liking, Stacy walked out into the kitchen for a beer andsome chips. When she returned she settled into the big white chair with hersnack and her history notes. She lit a cigarette and blew the first puff ofsmoke into her coach's face. "Now you be a good little cunt and stay quite while Istudy. If you move or do anything to distract me, I will beat your ass bloody." Stacy said. With a seeminglypracticed flourish Stacy lifted both legs into the air and settled her feetcomfortably onto the piece of wood hanging from Sara's tits.
Theexplosion of pain was immediate and unbelievable for Sara. She never thoughtanyone could be as cruel as her mistress. Her breasts were on fire. The addedweight to the ropes caused them to cut cruelly into the flesh of Sara's once proud breasts and pulledthem straight down. This caused all the blood to be trapped in the bulging redorbs and they began to throb in time with Sara's heartbeat.
Sarascreamed once into the panty gag and was rewarded with immediate retributionfrom Stacy. The young girl lifted her feet and let them drop back down onto theboard proving the point that she would stand no noise from her slave. It tookall of Sara's will tonot pass out from the pain. She whimpered softly and bit the inside of hermouth to stifle the scream that threatened to escape.
Stacy wassmiling. The pain she was causing Sara was actually making her happy. Saraalmost couldn't believesuch a thing was possible if she hadn't seen the same thing in action several times over the past week.Still it shocked her to think that her agony could be the cause of such joy forthe beautiful young girl.
Stacysighed, took another hit from her smoke and settled in to the task of studyingfor her history exam. In no time she lost herself in her studies and forgot allabout the naked, trembling woman at her feet.
Sara onthe other hand could think of nothing else but herself. She was in agony. Only5 minutes in and her tits were screaming for release. Her back was beginning toache from the strain and her knees creaked in protest. Tears were streamingfrom her eyes and her nose was running but Sara dared not sniff or make anynoise that might anger her mistress. Instead she knelt there on her own livingroom floor struggling to stay conscious and to stay upright. She was being usedas a footstool in her own home by a cruel and twisted teenager and there wasnothing she could do to put a stop to any of this torment.
As shesuffered in silence, Sara had time to think of her predicament. If only she hadput a stop to this on that fateful first day. If she had allowed the girls tofollow through with their threat to expose her Sara would not be in this awfulsituation. True she would be unemployed, divorced, and a pariah to everyone sheknew, but she would be free of this despicable girl and her 3 friends. InsteadSara had gone along thinking things were as bad as they could get. She hadlicked the girls to orgasm, had been abused by them physically and pissed on inthe end but through it all Sara thought that first day would be the last.
Of courseit had not and now instead of a story of a coach sniffing a player's panties, there were picturesand video of many terrible events. The girls had filmed everything that firstday making sure to keep their faces out of frame. They had used that video toconvince Sara there was no escape. And they had recorded many other despicableacts over the next 7 days to seal the coach's fate once and for all. It would mean prison time if Sara triedto stop things now. She was caught and would be forced to serve as the girls' plaything for as long asthey wished.
Stacy shiftedher feet and the pain broke Sara's train of thought. She was forced to feel the pain fully as longas she couldn't escapewith other thoughts. Stacy crossed her ankles and settled her feet back downcausing Sara to whimper in pain. Without lowering her notebook or looking up,Stacy said, "You'll payfor that later, cunt". Sara was terrified at what that might mean.
Stacyfinished studying after 2 grueling hours and put her notebook on the nearby endtable. She stretched her arms and sighed contentedly while smiling down at hermiserable slave. Sara was a mess. Her face was red from crying and streakedwith tears and snot trails. Her facial excretions had been dripping onto Stacy's feet for the past 2 hours andSara knew she would be licking the girl's feet clean soon enough. Sara's tits were an ugly shade of purple and looked ready to burst. Thepain in her chest and back was so bad she was using all of her strength to keepfrom passing out. Sara trembled uncontrollably from the pain and exhaustion.
Stacyremoved her feet from the board and leaned forward to get a better look at Sara's tits. Sara was shaking hardernow and swaying from side to side. Her young mistress began poking the flesh ofher breasts with her index finger and marveling at how taut the flesh was fromits hours of bondage.
Stacy wasgrinning as she began to fondle her slave's tits. She squeezed and tweaked them occasionally flicking anipple with her finger all the while staring at Sara's face watching her contort inagony with each new torture.
The olderwoman was moaning in pain now and praying for this cruel cat and mouse game toend. Stacy was teasing Sara's nipples twisting them like radio knobs and laughing at the painit caused. The girl was beginning to get excited by the pain in her coach's eyes and the sexy way herpurple tits stuck out toward her. Stacy was squeezing Sara's tits harder now, mauling themhard enough to leave handprints in the purple flesh. Sara's moans were becoming screams ofpain now causing Stacy's pussy to moisten even more.
SuddenlyStacy got up and went into the kitchen. She returned with a pair of scissorsand quickly cut the rope binding Sara's wrists to her ankles. She then pushed the older woman over ontoher back. The pain for Sara was immediate and white hot. As blood returned toher legs and arms Sara again thought she would black out from the pain. Shescreamed into her panty gag and began crying like a newborn.
Stacygrinned down at her captive and straddled the crying woman's chest. The young girl had anathletic build and was quite proud of the contrast she saw between her ownlithe body and that of the blubbering older woman lying between her feet. Stacyslowly lowered herself down until her ass was hovering just above Sara's swollen tits. The girl smiledat her coach and said, "Look at those fucking tits. They actually look kindacomfortable all ballooned out like that." Sara's eyesopened wide as she realized Stacy's intention. Stacy smiled that predator's smile at Sara again and satdown suddenly on the pitiful slave's chest. She wiggled her bare ass around to get comfortable andfinally settled in with a Cheshire grin spreading over her beautiful face.
Sara's eyes bulged out in an almostcomical way and her face took on a deep red hue as she struggled to catch herbreath. The pain was the most intense of her life and she screamed into hersoaked panties so strong and hard that no sound could actually make its wayout. Stacy was in awe of the torment she had caused. She was intrigued by the silentscream her victim elicited as she made herself at home on the already torturedtits.
Stacy's pussy was practically runningwith juices now and she began to slide her fingers through her lips quiveringat the touch. Stacy looked down at her slave's face and began to stroke herself, her middle finger sliding into find her overly sensitive clit. While touching her clit with the tip of herfinger Stacy was struck with sudden inspiration. She reluctantly removed herhand from her snatch and reached for the book bag she had brought her homeworkin. As she shifted her weight, Stacy was pleased to hear the sharp outcry fromher victim as more weight was added to the left tit.
Stacyreached into a side pocket on the bag and withdrew a small rubber band. Sheeased herself off of the older woman's tits, and casting a most devious grin down at Sara's right breast Stacy flicked thewoman's nipplehard and then began pulling and twisting it out of shape. Ignoring theslave's criesof protest, Stacy wound the rubber band around the nipple forcing it to jut outto three times its normal length.
Almostgiddy with excitement, Stacy gripped Sara's right tit in one hand and began sliding her pussy across theextended nipple forcing it into the moist slit. Stacy used one hand to steadythe coach's titwhile the other hand spread her taught pussy lips open, inviting the abusednipple of her slave in to play with her engorged clit.
Stacy washumping across her pet's breast now grinding her clit against the throbbing nipple. Shewas getting close to an orgasm but wanted to prolong the delicious feelings ofexcitement and power over her former mentor as long as possible. Soft mewlingsounds escaped Stacy's mouth as she strummed harder against the captive's breast.
Sara wascrying in pain. Everything that could hurt did. Her arms ached from beingpinned under her and her legs were in pain from kneeling on them for so longbefore being released from under her. Her back still cried out for attentionand, Christ, the pain in her tits was excruciating!
Stacy wasclose now. There would be no delaying the inevitable. She was grinding her clitinto her slave's nipplewith savage force now grunting and panting with the exertion. The old bitch's tit was slick now with Stacy's juices forcing her to grip iteven harder to keep from losing her new dildo. Stacy felt her face flush andher entire body began to quiver. She suddenly went stock still as a powerfulorgasm exploded through her body. The young girl panted to catch her breath asshe bucked her hips harder into the older woman's tit flesh. Stacy screamed with joy over her orgasm while Sarascreamed in pain. Stacy rode her orgasm out with ever decreasing shock waves.She was whimpering softly and shaking with the pure emotion that always accompanieda good cum. Stacy was very happy and laughed while she came down from her wildride.
The younggirl sat back down hard on her captive's tits needing a moment to rest before attempting to stand. AsSara cried out in pain, Stacy reached down and slapped her face telling her toshut up and stop all that whining. Sara controlled her sobbing as best shecould while watching her mistress through eyes made blurry from hours of tears.Stacy looked like a goddess sitting on her throne. She was relaxed and smilingin the most contented way. Sara was almost grateful for the view. Almost thatis until she realized that her own agony was the source of Stacy's happiness.
Stacy gotup slowly from her slave's tits and stood for a moment enjoying the view. Sara looked likea pitiful wretch and it made Stacy happy to know she was responsible forbreaking the woman down like this. What a great feeling to know you're at the top of the food chainin any situation. Stacy was a predator and Sara her prey.
Stacyreached down and removed the gag from her pet's mouth. "You'll be needing that tongue free for cleanup duty", she said to the submissivelittle slut at her feet. Stacy decided to leave her slave's arms and legs tied tight untilafter the slut's titswere freed. The young girl knew what torment lie ahead for Sara when the bloodwas allowed to flow back into her bloated udders.
Stacyturned around and presented her sculpted ass to her tortured coach. She thensat herself down on the slave's face allowing her just enough room to breathe. She didn't give the woman time to think asshe began to undo the ropes binding her now grotesquely bloated tits. Stacyworked quickly to remove the bonds as she wanted the blood to return quicklycausing as much pain to her slave as possible. With practiced ease Stacyremoved the last of the ropes in a flourish worthy of Broadway.
Sara's response was immediate andviolent. She screamed in agony and began thrashing around like an epileptic inmid seizure. Stacy was glad she had left the other ropes in place as Sara's wild bucking was more intensethan she imagined. Sara was screaming her torment into Stacy's ass causing ripples ofvibrations throughout the young girl's crotch. Stacy for her part found herself getting off again fromthe wild ride she was experiencing on her coach's face. She found herself having another, smaller orgasm just asSara began to calm down.
Stacy hadto laugh at the thought of how much fun tonight had been. She untied her poorslave and allowed Sara a few minutes to stretch out or painful muscles. Theangry purple color was still in evidence in Sara's tits but seemed to be easing upa bit. Stacy was getting bored waiting for her slave and also needed to use thebathroom. She ordered Sara to get up and follow her upstairs but the womancould not raise herself higher than hands and knees. Stacy kicked her onceknocking the slave over onto her back again. She picked up the soaking pantiesthat had been in Sara's mouth and wiped her slaves face with them. Stacy then grabbedher coach's hairand dragged her face up into her still wet pussy.
"Clean mebitch", was allshe said. An exhausted Sara began licking and sucking her mistress clean of alljuices. When Stacy was satisfied she ordered Sara to clean her tears and snot offof her feet. Sara bent to the task and licked her owner's feet clean of her mess. Stacysmiled down at her pet and said, "Alright cunt, I have to go home now but Ihave to piss too. I'm goingto give you a choice. You can crawl your ass into the bathtub to receive mypiss or you can have it here. Just remember if it's the tub you can afford to bemessy but if it's hereyou'll haveto drink every drop so as not to spill on the floor."
Saracried quietly as she made her choice. She knew she couldn't make it up the stairs right nowso she crawled to her mistress and lifted her face up to the young girl's crotch. Stacy laughed at thesight and squatted slightly to allow her pet access to her drink. Stacy said, "Ilove having you as my personal toilet you nasty fucking bitch. Nothing makes mehappier than watching you humiliate yourself like this. Well, nothing buthearing you scream that is."
Sara wasbeyond humiliated at this point. Using her mouth as a toilet was a favoritepast time of the girls and they rarely pissed anywhere else anymore. Bracingherself for the taste, Sara sealed her mouth to Stacy's pussy just in time as Stacyreleased a torrent of piss into her urinal's mouth. Sara was disgusted by the taste and struggled like shedid every time to drink the vile liquid. She gulped down mouthful aftermouthful never spilling a drop. As Stacy's flow began to slow down, Sara started to softly lick at the girl's pussy. She had learned how tobe a good toilet for each of the girls and knew that Stacy liked to be lickedas she finished. Sara cleaned her owner's pussy and gave it a kiss when she finished saying "Thank you formy wonderful drink Miss Stacy", just as she had been taught.
Stacysneered at her with disgust and wasted no time getting dressed. As she wasleaving Stacy turned almost as an afterthought and said, "I'm staying home tomorrow night butRose will be here to keep you company. Better get your tongue in shape; youknow how much she loves having her asshole licked. Later cunt". With that Stacy closed the doorbehind her and left Sara alone in a bundle of humiliation and despair. Saracried softly as she looked around her living room. She didn't have the strength to move soshe laid her head down on the hard floor and closed her eyes. Thoughts of moretorment at the hands of the 4 sadistic girls filled her head as exhaustionfinally overtook her and pulled her into sleep.
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Peace, Love,and Good Scotch!
Brian