Natasha's Birthday (part three)
By Will Adams and Mark
Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was embedded in Pamela Grasso's thoughts and psyche.
After stroking her nasty little slut clitty and thinking about Natasha for just a few minutes, Pamela came for the second time that evening. She moaned softly, and bit down on the filthy, crusty crotch gusset of her Owner's panties as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm.
Nowhere near as intense as the masturbatory climax she had experienced earlier in the evening while under the direct control of her Owner, it was, nonetheless, quite satisfying. Pamela sighed in contentment and inhaled deeply through the odorous cotton fabric that was spread over her face, savoring her Owner's raunchy panty aroma as she drifted off to sleep.
All too soon, or so it seemed to Pamela, she was aroused from a deep, dreamless sleep by an insistent knocking on her boudoir door.
"Miss Pamela, time to rise and shine," her housemaid, Consuela, called sweetly through the closed door. "Sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but you have a visitor. A Miss Amber Harris is here to help you run errands. Miss Pamela! Are you awake?" Pamela rolled over and moaned, fumbling to remove the panties from across her face, then struggling to disentangle them from her hair.
"OK! OK!" she croaked through a throat full of morning pleghm. She cleared her throat noisily. "Yes, Consuela, I'm awake. Please offer Amber coffee, breakfast, whatever she wants. I'll have coffee and juice. Tell her I'll be down shortly."
Deciding she didn't have time for a shower, Pamela washed her face, hurriedly brushed her teeth and hair, slapped on some makeup, then rapidly pulled on bikini panties, stretch slacks and an ultra-tight wifebeater t-shirt. She tucked the t-shirt into the waistband of her slacks, admiring her reflection in the full-length mirror. The outfit showcased her high, firm, perky breasts to maximum effect. She stepped into a pair of sexy, high-heeled sandals, admiring the way they emphasized her tight little ass, then shook her head and removed them to pull on peds and comfortable tennis shoes. Finally, she retrieved Goddess Natasha's raunchy panties from the bed and inhaled deeply of their divine fragrance. She reverently kissed the filthy crotch gusset, then slipped the panties into her purse as she exited the boudoir.
Pamela and Amber spent all morning driving around the city, carrying out Natasha's birthday party errands. Finally, they bought the bondage furniture Natasha had ordered and got it loaded it into the SUV, then drove to Beverly's house. The two slender blondes grunted and strained as they lugged the heavy furniture from the SUV, along the driveway, and down into the finished basement.
Both blondes sweated profusely under the hot sun. Had Natasha known, she would have approved. Natasha felt that all her whores, especially her blond whores, needed to be ridden hard and put away wet. Soon, Pamela's wifebeater t-shirt was completely saturated with sweat, the thin fabric becoming semi-transparent, thus displaying her perky titties and nipples to even better effect. Neither of the sluts was any good with hand tools or assembly instructions, but after several frustrating hours they at last had assembled the furniture correctly and shoved into place along the walls.
By then it was four in the afternoon, and Pamela figured that she had time to run home, shower and change, grab something to eat, and then return at six as Natasha had decreed. But, it was not to be.
Just as they were getting into Amber's SUV, Natasha came strolling up the driveway, returning early from her daily workout at the neighborhood gym. Natasha's appearance was, as usual, gorgeous. The thirteen-year-old girl's face was covered with a light sheen of sweat, as was all of her exposed skin, that seemed to glow in the sunlight. Her shiny, raven hair was gathered into a long braid that draped over one shoulder. Her brightly-colored, print sundress fit so tightly that it seemed to be molded to her upper torso, emphasizing her slender waist and large, heavy rack. The loose, flowing hem was at mid-thigh, revealing most of her long, toned and tanned legs. Her shapely, high-arched feet were shown off to perfection in high cork-wedge, sport sandals.
In her right hand, Natasha held two dog leashes, which trailed back from her hand then upward to vanish beneath the sundresses of two blond, teen sisters, who followed behind her. Beneath the sundresses, the ends of the leashes were clipped into rings pierced through the clit hoods of the two sisters. The two lowly twats behind Natasha were true slaves, not caring at all what others might think of their servitude so openly displayed. The one concession that Natasha made, strictly for her own convenience, was to allow the sisters to wear baseball caps pulled low on their foreheads. Their names, 'asslick' and 'cuntlap,' had been tattooed in large, crimson letters across their foreheads, and without the caps they were barred from the gym where Natasha went for her daily workout.
Amber and Pamela, literally stupefied by Natasha's beauty, stood mute beside the SUV as she approached them, frozen in place. Natasha wasted no time in putting the two stupid blondes in their place.
"Well, well," she sneered, "and what do we have here? Looks like two worthless shitwhore slave wannabes. I know they can't be real slaves or else they'd be greeting their Owner properly!" Natasha's tongue-lashing snapped the
women out of their daze. They dropped to hands and knees, then fully prostrated
themselves,foreheads pressed to the concrete driveway at Natasha's feet. Next, they squirmed forward on their bellies to reverently press their lips to the toes of their Owner's sweaty feet. Amber took the demeaning position out of long training under Natasha's tutelage, and Pamela simply followed her example, instinctively knowing it was the right thing for a worthless cunt like herself to do, but not exactly understanding her own motivation. She still had much to learn about being Natasha's shit slave.
Natasha hoisted herself to sit on the hood of the SUV and then commanded tersely, "cuntlap, cigarette." cuntlap quickly removed a Kool Menthol 100, a lighter, and a portable ashtray from the gym bag she was carrying. She lit up the cigarette, leaned forward to slip it between the full, pouty lips of her Owner, then moved to stand to Natasha's right, holding out the ashtray for her Owner's convenience. Natasha took a deep drag, exhaled with satisfaction, then said, "My feet are all sticky and stinky from my workout. Amber and Pamela, take off my sandals and tongue clean my feet."
Pamela, who had never been particularly attracted to feet before meeting Natasha, found herself overcome with lust at the thought of the task before her. She rose to her knees and leaned foreward to undo the straps of the sandal on Natasha's right foot. Handling Natasha's foot reverently, as if it were a fragile, priceless relic, she removed the sandal and supported the heel in her hands. She paused to admire the sheer beauty of Natasha's foot where it rested in her hands: the high graceful arch, the long slender toes with their nails painted lavender, the soft smooth skin. Natasha's foot was truly a work of art and Pamela knew she was lucky to be allowed to worship such beauty.
She pressed her nose to Natasha's toes, inhaling deeply to fully appreciate her Goddess' foot scent. The acrid smell sent her lust into overdrive, and she moaned as she flattened her tongue against her Owner's soft, sweaty sole and begin lapping with long strokes, from heel to toes. She lapped rapidly but thoroughly, ensuring that that every wrinkle and crease of her Owner's sole was cleansed of sweat and grime.
Next, Pamela moved on to the delightful task of tongue cleaning between the toes. Her tongue fully explored each crevice in turn, probing deeply to remove every stray particle of lint and grit.
Pamela's mouth was salivating freely, making it easy to gulp down all of the grit, lint, grime, and sweat licked from her Owner's foot. Her mouth became a highly efficient system for transferring the filth from Natasha's foot down into her belly, which gave Pamela a sense of satisfaction. Her belly was, she realized, the proper place for any and all filth from Natasha's sacred body. As she worked, the task of serving her Goddess's perfect foot claimed her undivided attention. She could hear Amber's soft moans as she lapped away industriously over to her right, but Pamela paid her no attention.
Presently she heard her Owner's voice, and her attention was immediately riveted. She heard Natasha say, "asslick, water," and realized the command didn't concern her so returned her total concentration to the adoration of her Owner's foot. A few minutes later, she heard Natasha sigh softly in contentment as her hot, dirty feet were cleansed and comforted by two busy slave tongues. She felt a thrill shoot through her because she knew she was pleasing her Owner.
Pamela was aware that her pussy was drooling freely due to her hyper level of arousal, and that her panties were sopping wet, and doubtless that wetness was seeping though the crotch of her tight-fitting stretch slacks to show as a dark stain, but it didn't worry her. Occasionally, Pamela could hear a car pass in the street behind her, and once she heard a group of kids shouting and laughing as they passed by on the sidewalk.
She knew that she and Amber must be putting on quite a display for the passersby, but it didn't matter to her at all. The only thing that mattered was perfectly serving Natasha's foot, and her own increasing level of lust. She was blissed out, totally lost in a fog of submissive ecstasy. Pamela knew that before she had met Natasha, she would never have allowed herself to be put in such a position, but now, she was not only publicly on display as a footlicking piece of shit, but her slacks were soaked through from her sexual excitement at this degradation.
The slaves had spent ten minutes lost in their state of perfect bliss, when Natasha judged that her feet were completely clean. She commanded, "Suck," then leaned back to enjoy the sensation as eager slave lips encompassed each of her toes in turn. After all of her toes had been
thoroughly sucked, Natasha set her slaves to a new task. "Now, sluts, open your mouths wide and take in all my toes at once. That's it. Suck harder."
She looked down with amusement as her slave's lips stretched wide around her toes as they struggled to suck. "OK, suck 'em in deeper. Work those lips further up my toes. Get your lips past the toes and around the
foot. Now, lean your heads back. I'm gonna shove my feet deeper into your scum sucking mouths so my toes are in your throats. You may gag a little but you'll get used to it. You should be able to take half my foot in your mouth, and, eventually, I will have you deep throating my entire foot."
Candidly, Natasha thought, it would be wonderful to kill one of these pieces of shit by causing her to choke on her foot. Hmmpphh! Maybe another day.
Natasha shoved her feet deeper into her slaves' oral cavities, laughing at the degrading sight and the pitiful sounds as the slaves moaned and gagged around her intruding feet. "You two are so funny, but you'll have to learn better than that. You'll have to learn to open up so I can fuck your throats with my toes, and you'll learn to like it. Now, suck harder sluts!" Suddenly she yanked her feet free of the slave's mouths, enjoying the look of surprise on their faces as her feet popped free of their suctioning lips.
"Now slaves, dry your disgusting slobber off my beautiful feet. Use your hair, fools! That's it shitwhores, get them completely dry. You should feel honored that I allow you to clean my perfect feet with your ratty hairdos. Now, put my sandals on." Once the slaves had finished strapping on her sandals Natasha jumped down from the hood. She tied cuntlap and asslick's leashes to the bumper of the SUV, giving them no more thought than would have given to a couple of dogs.
She snapped her fingers, and said, "Amber, Pamela, follow." The two slaves knew instinctively to remain on all fours. They crawled across the driveway to follow Natasha behind a large bush that blocked the view from the street. Lifting the hem of her sundress, Natasha moved to stand with feet spread wide over the kneeling Pamela, who gazed raptly up at Natasha's cunt. She could see the beautiful cunt lips glistening with moisture, and tiny droplets of sweat beaded in the narrow landing strip of black fur that extended upward above the junction of the dark lips. She whimpered with awe and desire at the sight.
"That's it slave, look up and behold your destiny. This is the pussy of a Superior woman. This pussy was made to be admired, to be lusted after, to be worshipped by a piece of shit like you. You know that you'd do anything to be allowed to worship this pussy." Natasha's fingers stroked slowly up and down her cuntlips. Her middle finger disappeared between the the nether lips, then was withdrawn glistening with moisture. Natasha held the finger under Pamela's nostrils, who inhaled deeply and moaned with lust. Natasha slid the finger between Pamela's lips, where it was sucked clean by the slut without it being ordered.
"This Superior pussy was made to ride the faces of inferior women like you. To ride them long and brutally hard until they are totally surrendered to its Superiority. Your face was made to be ridden by Superior pussy. You were made to serve Superior pussy. You know, deep down, that is your destiny. You don't know why, but you know it's true." Natasha used her fingers to spread her cuntlips, exposing her enormous clit.
"The first time you ever saw this big clitty, back in that changing room, you knew. This pussy was made to Rule. This pussy is your Ruler. You can refuse it nothing. This pussy makes me an Owner and you a slave. This pussy is why you will never be anything more than a lowly slave. The first thing you ever did right in your whole pathetic life was to realize that this pussy is your Superior."
Natasha reached down and grabbed a handful of Pamela's ratty blond hairdo. "Pamela, I'm going to annoint you as my slave. No kissing, no licking, just tilt your face up and passively accept your Owner's scent mark." Natasha tugged the slave's hair to tilt her face up as she moved to straddle her head. She slid her moist cuntlips up the slave's face, from chin to forehead, then back down again, leaving a fragrant, slime trail of sweat and sticky vaginal secretions.
"Now, with every breath, you'll breathe in your Owner's scent. For right now, just kneel there and enjoy the scent of your Ruler as you contemplate your future as my absolute and total slave."
"Amber! You worthless shitwhore, get your face into my sweaty asscrack. Brown nose! That's it, get that pert little nose deep into my asshole. I have a nice fart for you to enjoy. That's it slave, inhale every bit of my sweet fart. Now, you're going to tongue clean my sweaty asscrack, you lucky slave. That's it, get it all nice and clean. When you've finished with that, you can clean my asscheeks, and then move on to my sweaty, smelly twat. Sometimes, slave, I wonder why
I'm so generous to you."
Pamela knelt and watched, taking it all in. She knew she was Natasha's slave and was completely owned by the gorgeous teenager, but it still shocked her just how quickly and easily she had fallen under the the absolute control of the sadistic teen princess.
With every breath, the scent of her Ruler filled her nasal cavities, maintaining her hyper-aroused state. Her twat continued to drool freely, completely soaking crotch of her tight-fitting, stretch pants. Her body ached from the strain of lugging around the bondage furniture, her entire skin was coated with sweat, her hair was matted to her scalp with sweat and saliva. Pamela realized that she was really nothing more than a filthy, sweaty, smelly female animal. Like a bitch dog down on her haunches, panting and quivering, eagerly awaiting the next command from her Owner.
"Pamela, go inside and get on the punishment bench, face up. Strap your self down - your legs and one arm. I'll be in directly to strap down your free arm. Then, I'm going to mount your face. I'll ride it long and hard. After I've come on your slut face, I'll whip your titties, your pussy, and finally your ass. I'm going to punish you long and hard, without mercy, to demonstrate that you are now totally Owned."
Pamela Grasso emerged dripping from her bath and began toweling off. As she ran the plush towel over the contours of her slender body, she studied her reflection in the full length mirror on the bathroom wall.
'Figure's still pretty damn good,' she mused, 'In fact, rather exceptional for a woman of thirty-five, if I do say so myself.' Anyone seeing Pamela in the nude could easily guess her life story: angelic little girl, high school homecoming queen, regional beauty contest winner, full time lingerie model, part time B-movie actress. And finally: pampered, high-maintanance trophy wife of an obscenely wealthy, older man.
For the past several years Pamela's chef had prepared all of her meals according to a strict low-carb diet plan. She endured grueling workout sessions supervised by a personal trainer at least twice a week. A recent visit to an outrageously expensive, but reliably discreet, Swiss surgical clinic, along with regular botox injections from a local doctor, kept her face looking much the same as it had during the peak of her modeling career, when she had been in her early twenties. 'I could still model,' she thought, 'if, God forbid, I was really hard up for cash.'
She carefully examined the fading bruises and angry red welts that marred her high, firm, perky breasts. It had been over a week since Natasha had whipped her titties and the worst of the damage had healed, the initial agony gradually fading to exquisite tenderness, and now to mere soreness. The ragged holes Natasha had pierced through her nipples had healed shut, and would doubtless have to be redone.
Her mind flashed back to the day of her whipping. She had begged Natasha not to mark up her body with the whip, but Natasha had merely laughed. "Slave, get used to the fact that from now on your body will always bear the marks of your Owner. When they fade with time, I will renew them. They will be there to always remind you that you are Owned. You see, I could not care less about a worthless piece of shit such as you."
Pamela had thought the tit whipping was the maximum pain she could possibly endure, until Natasha had begun whipping her pussy. And even the pussy whipping, long and drawn out and excruciating as it was, paled in comparison to the caning Natasha had delivered to her ass. That hadcaused her to pass out, only to be revived with cold water and smelling salts to endure more strokes of the cane. She turned to examine the reflection
of her still tender, heavily bruised, striped and welted buttocks.
A shudder passed through her slender frame at the memory of the brutality dispensed so casually by Natasha. During the lengthy punishment session, when she wasn't shrieking in pain, sobbing incoherently, or piteously begging Natasha to stop, Pamela had sworn to herself, over and over, that if she survived this punishment session, she would never come near this crazy bitch again, much less allow herself to be helplessly bound to a punishment bench.
However, after Natasha had finished the caning, she had done something that completely reoriented Pamela's mind. She had walked around the punishment bench to stand in front of her sobbing slave, then bent over slightly to stick her ass out at Pamela. She had reached back with both hands to cup the flawless white globes of her luscious ass, then slowly spread them wide to reveal the priceless treasure of her tightly puckered brownie. She had graciously allowed Pamela a few moments to gaze in wonder at the silken perfection of her buttocks and the tight little teen asshole nestled within the valley of her buttcrack. Then Natasha had said, "Now slave, thank me for your punishment by worshipping my Superior asshole."
And Pamela, hopelessly drawn to Natasha's sweet pucker as surely as a moth is drawn to the open flame which will be its utter destruction, had eagerly stretched her head forward and strained with her toungue to reach her destiny in life. Natasha had teased the slave, enjoying the sound of her frustrated whimpering as she strained to get the tip of her toungue in contact with the object of her desire. Finally she had relented, pushing her ass back into the slave's face, to allow Pamela to seal her fate by making love to the asshole of the Owner who had just punished her so mercilessly.
Natasha had allowed the slave to make sweet, tender, leisurely love to her dominant young asshole. Only occasionally snapping out an explicit, degrading instruction, she had mostly just allowed the slave to wallow in her ecstatic debasement. Natasha knew the slave would come to associate the pain of her lengthy punishment session with the incomparable ecstasy of serving Natasha's anus. And, as Natasha came, with her sphincter spasming tightly around the slave's tongue, the knowledge that Pamela was now totally Owned made her orgasm all the sweeter. After coming down from her orgasm, Natasha stood and turned to face the slave.
She had proceeded to inform the slave of her destiny: "Pamela, from this moment on, your name is turdslurp. Eventually, I may decide to have turdslurp tattooed across your forehead, but to start with, you will have turdslurp tattooed right above your pussy. You will have the phrase 'Owned and Operated by Goddess Natasha' tattooed on your ass, on your right cheek. You will have 'Goddess Natasha's Shiteater' tattooed on your left asscheek. You will have your tongue pierced and a stud installed to improve your oral abilities. You will have your clit hood pierced and a ring installed so I can leash train you, like asslick and cuntlap. Amber will take you to a tattoo parlor in a week or so, when you've healed up sufficiently. You will, of course, pay for the tattoos and piercings, but you will also eat out both of the fat, hairy lesbotattoo artists to show your gratitude for permanently branding you as my slave."
"Now, turdslurp, you may show your acceptance of your destiny in life by reverently kissing my Superior cunt lips. As you humbly kiss your Ruler, contemplate the pain and total degradation of your new life as slave turdslurp."
A knock on the bathroom door caused Pamela's mind to snap back to the present. Consuela, the maid, called through the door, "Pardon Miss Pamela. Sorry to disturb you. Miss Amber is here to take you to an appointment. Something about tattoos? She says you must leave right away."
She used the towel to clean her thighs and pussy of the copious discharge that had drooled out of her twat as she had relived the events of last week in her memory. There was a part of Pamela that hated being
slave turdslup, but she had to admit the role brought her greater sexual ecstasy than she had ever known. In fact, it was the greatest thrill of her life, being a shit slut, a lesbo scat whore and being owned by a teenager's cunt and asshole. She shivered as she thought of what she had become. She rapidly dressed and hurried down to meet Amber and the next step in her fate and destiny.
Pamela had always had a strong distaste for diesel dykes: their greasy masculine appearance, their lack of proper makeup and grooming, their pathetic taste in clothes, their crude manners and swaggering bearing.
For all those reasons, along with the fact that most of them she had encountered were at least somewhat overweight, Amber dreaded meeting the proprietors of the tattoo parlor.
As Amber led her into the shop, she could see that her stereotypes were once again confirmed. The smiling woman who stepped forward in greeting loomed over them by at least six inches. Pamela guessed that she was somewhere in her middle forties. She was a heavy woman - not obese, but burly - with big, beefy arms. She was dressed in a grimy t-shirt, bib overalls, and workboots. Her short, greasy, black hair was slicked back from her face, in the style of a man from the fifties. 'She looks like a truckdriver,' Amber thought. 'Duh -- maybe that's why they're called diesel dykes.'
"Hey Amber. And this must be Pamela Grasso. Hey there Pamela, I'm Big Mary," she boomed out cheerfully, reaching out to take Pamela's slender hand, crushing it in her powerful grasp. "Now, doncha worry 'bout a thing, hon. Natasha called ahead and gave us the lowdown. We'll have you all fixed up by the end of the day. Alma! We have a customer."
A second bull dyke emerged from a back room of the shop, and Pamela could see that she perfectly fit every single one of her negative stereotypes. Pamela guessed her age to be mid-thirties. An enormously rotund, pale-skinned, red-haired woman, holding a cup of coffee, a cigarette dangling from one side of her thin, bloodless lips. Her pale countenance was marred by several moles. The mole on her chin appeared to have several reddish hairs sprouting from it. 'God that's repulsive,' Pamela thought. 'What a totally unattractive woman.'
About the same height as Amber and Pamela, who both stood about five-foot-five, she easily outweighed both of them put together. She was dressed similarly to Big Mary, but with great, bulging rolls of fat distending her t-shirt and hanging over the edges of her bib overalls.
Her bare arms were swathed in a thick layer of blubber, tapering sleekly from the bulging sleeves of her t-shirt to incongruously small, pale hands.
"Pamela, this is Alma, co-owner of this humble establishment. Alma, meet Pamela Grasso."
"Oh goody," Alma said, eyeing Pamela lasciviously from head to toe. "Another of Natasha's sluts to use and abuse."
"Now, now Alma - it's not every day we have a movie star in our little shop."
"Movie star? I've never heard of her."
"Pamela Grasso, formerly known as Miss Pamela Berkeley, starred in 'Return of the Chainsaw Hookers' and 'Biker Sluts in Heat 4,' amongst others. By the way, Pamela, I just loved that scene in 'Chainsaw Hookers' where you castrated that obnoxious deputy sheriff with your trusty Husquvara."
Pamela hated it when people found out she had starred in B-movies. That was over fifteen years ago, when she was young and naive, still hoping to work her way up into a movie career with the major studios. Now that she was the respectable trophy wife of a wealthy man, she preferred that her movie career be consigned to the past. Her friends and aquaintances knew better than to bring up the topic. However, when found out she usually tried to be gracious. "Thanks so much Big Mary. Yes, I always thought that was one of the best scenes of my movie career, such as it was."
Alma laughed derisively. "I've got an idea for a movie. Stuck-up, blonde cunt of a has-been movie actress gets down on her skinny knees and services the glorious, red-haired pussy of a Big Beautiful Woman. Starring you and me, sweety. Filming today, on location, in this very shop."
Pamela was struck speechless by the sheer effrontery of the woman. Alma, a big grin plastered on her face, held out a cell phone to Pamela. "Before you embarass yourself, sweety, you'd better listen to this voicemail from Goddess Natasha."
Pamela wordlessly accepted the phone and raised it to her ear. "Pamela!" Natasha's recorded voice snapped. "No, that's no longer your name. Henceforth you are turdslurp. For the rest of the day, turdslurp, you are totally under the control of Big Mary and Alma. You will do whatever they tell you, including licking their hairy pussies and assholes, and allowing yourself to be whipped and fucked. Whatever they tell you to do, you do, including full toilet service if they so desire."
"At the end of the day, I'll be calling them to check up on your behavior. If I don't get a good report from them, believe me, you'll regret it. That light punishment session you got last week is nothing compared to what I'll do to you if you misbehave. Also, they can call me any time during the day if they have any problems with you. Don't make me come down there to straighten you out, because I promise you that you'll regret it for the rest of your life." An ashen-faced Pamela numbly handed the phone back to Alma. The stark reality of what being Owned by Natasha really meant to her was just beginning to sink in.
Alma gave a superior smirk to the visibly shaken blonde slut as she pocketed the phone in her overalls. "All right sluts, for the rest of the day, I am your Mistress Alma. You will obey my, and Mistress Mary's, instructions fully and promptly. You will start by stripping completely, both of you. Now!"
Alma lolled back on her cot in nude, Rubinesque splendor, her columnar thighs spread wide. But no, Alma was just Rubinesque, she was obscenely fat, grossly overweight, Pamela didn't find her attractive at all, but Pamela, who had serviced a few tubbos thought the extra weight sexy. Her upper torso was propped up on several pillows, her immense, blue-veined, pink-nippled, pendulous breasts draped across her flabby torso. Great, pale rolls of fat flowed off the midsection of her body onto the mattress of the cot.
She was simultaneously smoking a cigarette, eating sweets, drinking coffee, and having her pussy eaten. Amber knelt at the head of the cot, alternately feeding the Mistress bites of creme-filled donut and sips of sweet coffee. Pamela knelt beside the middle of the cot, her face buried between the heavy thighs, struggling mightily to stimulate her BBW Mistress without suffocating in the rolls of fat and the tangled growth of pugently-scented, red hair that surrounded her pussy.
"Sweety, you've got a lot to learn about muff diving. Get in there deeper and really go to work on my clitty." She sighed softly, then took a drag off her cigarette. "That's better slut. As you lick my glorious puss-puss, remember that I'm going to be running a needle in and out of your skin for several hours today. Then, I'll be piercing your tongue and your clitty. All of that can hurt a little, or a lot, depending on my mood. Trust me, slut, you want me in a good mood. Now, concentrate on giving me a good O. Remember sweety, it's all about the O." Alma giggled at her little witticism.
"Amber, more coffee. And get another donut while you're up. Pamela, sweety, after you've finished eating my pussy, you'll be rewarded with what feels like about a quart-and-a-half of my wonderful, bitter coffee piss. Then, after you've swallowed all of my golden wine, we'll get started with the needle."
Pamela had never felt so completely demoralized. Strapped down to an exam table, unable to move anything except her head, her feet securely fastened in stirrups which spread her legs wide, leaving her pussy exposed completely for whatever the dykes decided to do to it. Her mouth was foul with the taste of Alma's pungent BBW pussy juice and her bitter coffee urine.
Swallowing Alma's golden wine had been especially revolting. Alma had laughed as she looked down at the stupid blonde twat, down on her knees between her thighs, frantically gasping and swallowing to keep up with the copious flow. "Been saving up this golden wine all morning, sweety, just for you." By the time she had finished pissing, the slender blonde's belly was distended by the large volume of urine. "I just love filling the belly of a skinny, blond cunt like you with my glorious pee. And don't bother asking for water. You aren't allowed any water.
I want you to fully appreciate the taste of my gift for the next several hours." Although she had burped up mouthfuls of urine several times, she had fought back her nausea to swallow it again and had managed to keep it down. The consequences of vomiting up this BBW's urine were too terrible to contemplate.
Alma had already tattooed her new identity, 'turdslurp,' just above her denuded pussy, in bright crimson letters. Alma really was good at her job, Pamela admitted to herself. It hadn't hurt as much as she'd feared. Big Mary came bustling into the room, whistling cheerfully. "OK, Pamela, or perhaps I should call you, turdslurp. But that's such a nasty name for such a beautiful woman, I think we'll stick with Pamela. I'll be piercing your clit, Pamela. Alma is occupied with Amber at the moment, and besides, I'm more experienced at piercing. Naturally your tongue piercing will be the last thing we do, 'cause after we do that your tounge will be out of action for a while. And, there are still plenty of things for your tongue to do today."
She seated herself on a low stool and wheeled it forward to the exam table. "Mmmmm, such a beautiful little pussy. Pamela, I just had a feeling that your pussy would be as outstandingly beautiful as the rest of you, and I was right. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your pussy is, Pamela?"
"Uh, no Mistress Mary, no one has ever told me that. One of my boyfriends told me it was 'hot,' but never beautiful."
"Well, you've been told now. Believe me, Pamela, I'm a connesieur of fine pussy, and your pussy is fine indeed. You're a beautiful, slender little woman with a beautiful little pussy. I just love slender natural blondes and their pussies. There's just somthing about pussy lips framed in light blond hair that really gets to me. Now, don't you worry Pamela, I've pierced hundreds of clitties, and when I've finished I'm sure you'll be satisfied with the result. The piercing will only serve to enhance your natural beauty, and it will make your clitty much more sensitive to stimulation." Then, to Pamela's surprise, she felt Big Mary's lips and tongue begin exploring her genitals.
"Ummmmm. You taste so good Pamela. Your natural taste and smell are wonderful. Just relax and let me give you a good O. You'll be coming on my tongue several times before I get around to piercing your clitty." Pamela felt a long finger enter her and begin probing the forward surface of her vaginal passage. In only a short time she was feeling sensations she had never experienced as Big Mary stimulated her clitty and G-spot simultaneously. Pamela had had her pussy eaten before, not by her husband, but by an ex-boyfriend. He had got her off that way a few times. But, compared to Big Mary, it was obvious that he had been totally clueless about pussy eating.
Big Mary expertly brought her to the edge of climax then backed off, reducing the stimulation, leaving her writhing and whimpering in frustration. Then, she repeated the whole process, again and again. When she finally allowed Pamela to come, the orgasm was shattering, like nothing she had ever felt. She shrieked and bucked against the straps in ecstasy, but it didn't end there. Big Mary brought her to a series of mind-blowing back-to-back orgasms, demonstrating that female multiple orgasms were not a myth, but very much a reality of lesbian loving. When it was over, Pamela was totally spent, nearly unconscious, her muscles completely limp.
"Mmmmmm. Pamela, your girlcum is sweeter than the finest wine. You have such a treasure hidden between your legs. I could happily spend the rest of my life with my face between your lovely thighs."
Pamela laid there in contentment as Big Mary licked the girlcum off her pussy and thighs, even cleaning her asscrack and her tight little rosebud. She felt her asshole open to accept Big Mary's tongue, which worked in and out several times before withdrawing. 'My God,' she thought drowsily, 'why didn't anyone ever tell me about this. I've gone through thirty-five years of my life never knowing that it was possible to feel this good. Guess maybe I had the wrong idea about diesel dykes.'
She felt a sudden pressure against her anus. "Hon, just relax and let it slide in. It'll feel better once it's all the way inside, I promise. That's it, almost all the way in. Good girl. I want your back entrance to be nice and loose for later on. Now, let's get you cleaned up, pierce you, and insert your ring. It'll all be over in a few minutes."
Pamela was down on hands and knees, the large butt plug still stretching her back passage wide, a powerful vibrator buzzing away deep inside her pussy. Her clitty still stung from being pierced and ringed, but not that badly. She had been surprised at how quickly the procedure had gone. After examing the mess Natasha had made of piercing Pamela's nipples the previous week, Big Mary had clucked her disapproval and offered to install a nice pair of nipple rings. That had gone smoothly too, and Pamela rather liked the look of her new nipple rings.
She stared at Big Mary's cunt, which was spread wide before her. Big Mary's cunt, like the rest of her, was big. Big, pendulous cuntlips, or as Mary called them, mudflaps. Big vaginal opening, and and a big thatch of long, heavy, black pubic hair which surrounded the cunt on all sides, trailing down from the bottom junction of her cuntlips into her asscrack. Even her clitty was big. 'But not as big as Natasha's clitty,' Pamela thought, 'my Owner's clitty is truly amazing.' Although Pamela didn't find Big Mary attractive, she wasn't repulsed at the idea of going down on her, as she had been with Alma.
She could hear Alma in the other room, snapping out commands at Amber.
"Work that tongue in deeper, you skinny, little blonde whore!" The commands were punctuated by cracks of a whip on Amber's flesh, and and occasional yelps of pain from Amber. Like Natasha, Alma really got off on dominating and degrading beautiful women. Although in Alma's case, a big part of the motivation was envy, and perhaps revenge for slights she had suffered at the hands of beautiful women throughout her life.
Big Mary reached out her large hands to grasp the sides of Pamela's head. She guided the blonde's face into her spread pussy, then settled back to enjoy the slut's tongue work. "Mmmm," she murmured, "That's it, hon. Yeah, right there. Slow down just a little. Good girl - keep doing just what you're doing until I tell you otherwise. You know, I just love the sight of a blonde eating my black-haired pussy. The contrasting hair color is beautiful. OK, speed up a little. A little bit faster. OK, that's it. Oh, you beautiful little slut, I'm coming on your tongue."
Pamela kept licking, eagerly lapping up and swallowing Big Mary's copious discharge, until she was startled out of her contented state by the crack of a whip across her back. She shrieked in startled pain, her voice muffled by Big Mary's meaty pussy and heavy thighs. Big Mary's hands maintained their grip on her head, easily trapping Pamela's face in place against her pussy. The whip fell several more times across her back, then she felt her butt plug being yanked out. She felt a nozzle intrude into her sensitive asshole, followed by an large injection of something cold. The nozzle withdrew and she could feel something cold and slimy drooling down her asscrack and thighs.
Next came pressure against her anal ring. 'God,' she thought, 'whatever it is, it feels huge. It'll rip me apart.' The pressure mounted until Pamela cried out. "Please! Stop! It's too big! It'll never go in!"
But, the dykes paid no attention to Pamela's entreaties. They couldn't understand her muffled voice, in any event.
Suddenly, the head of the dildo popped past Pamela's anal ring and the pain lessened somewhat. Slowly, but remorslessly, the huge dildo intruded into her shit chute, pushing past her inner ring of muscles, then deep into her rectum. Pamela whimpered into Big Mary's pussy as she felt the full extent of the invasion. The anal intruder paused, giving Pamela's rectum time to adjust to it's presence, then slowly withdrew. The process was repeated several times, working a little deeper each time, until Pamela felt something cold pushing against her buttocks. Pamela realized that she was now taking the full length of the dildo, and that it didn't hurt as much as it had.
Alma spoke, for the first time since starting her anal invasion. "Sweety, I'm about to give you the best fuck you've ever had. I just love fucking the tight asshole of a beautiful, skinny whore like you. Nothing teaches a stuck-up, blond slut her new station in life as well as a good ass fucking. I'm going to fuck you hard, for a long time, until I come. As you are fucked, you will eat Big Mary's pussy. Trust me sweety, you're about to have once of the best experiences of your until now pathetic life."
Alma took hold of Pamela's hips and began fucking her overstretched asshole, working the big dildo in and out, slowly at first, then speeding up gradually until she found her natural rhythym. Then she began increasing the force of the strokes. The back end of the dildo punched against her aroused clitty with every stroke in, then pulled away with every withdrawal. Soon she was slamming the dildo home, pushing Pamela's face firmly into Big Mary's meaty pussy on every stroke.
Pamela grunted with each stroke, trying to continue her pussy licking, but the force of the ass fucking she was enduring made that nearly impossible. At some point, Pamela realized that the ass fucking wasn't as painful as it had been. As the massive redhead behind her pounded away remorselessly at her asshole, driving her face into the spread pussy in front of her over and over, at some point the sensations had changed from bad to good. The relentless, repeated stretching and contraction of her rectum began to produce a heat that spread into her pussy. It merged with the sensation of the vibrator buzzing away in her cunny and the stinging of newly pierced clitty and nipples, to produce an overwhelming level of arousal, moving Pamela inexorably towards the big O.
Alma released her hold on Pamela's hips and reached around to grab her tits. Pamela could feel the big redhead's fat belly pressing against her back as her pert little tits were squeezed, hard. Then Alma began to use Pamela's titties as leverage, to drive the dildo home even harder.
Alma taunted her victim, speaking one word for each remorseless stroke of her strapon dildo into the slender blonde's overstretched asshole. "Stuckup -- skinny -- blond -- bitch -- gonna -- come -- fuckin' -- your -- tight -- little -- asshole -- and -- you -- know -- you -- love -- it -- turdslurp."
Alma drove the dildo home one final time, the force of it pressing against her engorged clitty sending her over the edge to her big O. As she came, her hands clamped down on Pamela's sensitve titties, producing a sudden burst of sharp pain from the newly pierced nipples. That was
all it took to send Pamela over the edge. She came intensely, her moans muffled by Big Mary's pussy, her body spasming in helpless surrender to the force of Alma's assault on her rectum and nipples.
Big Mary handed Pamela back her Visa Gold Card, then gave each woman a printed sheet of instructions. "Just follow the instructions ladies, and you shouldn't have any problems. Both of you should be completely healed within a month. Call and schedule an appointment in about two weeks. I want to check out your clit piercings, if you know what I mean. Actually, I can hardly wait to taste those sweet little cunnies again. Anytime you feel the urge, feel free to drop on by. Whatever I'm doing, I'll make time in my schedule to give both of your lovely little cunnies the total devotion they deserve."
"Pamela, in two weeks, that bruising on your butt should have faded sufficiently that we can tattoo 'Owned and Operated by Goddess Natasha' and 'Goddess Natasha's Shiteater' on your asscheeks. Wouldn't feel right doing it with your ass as bruised up as it is today. Every tattoo that goes out of this shop carries our reputation with it. Don't worry, I already left a message for Natasha on her voicemail."
She escorted Pamela and Amber to the door, each of her hands cupped around the pert ass of a slender blonde. "Got to give credit where it's due, That Natasha has a real talent for capturing prime slave flesh. You two are the most beautiful pair of women I've ever had in this shop."
Big Mary released her hold on the slaves' buttocks, to smack them playfully across their asses. "Get along now, sluts. See you next week at Natasha's birthday party."