Californian Slut

Californian Slut

PART 6

Rika

“Stop crying Ev … sorry, Celina.” I used her slave name, I was allowed to … Master had said so. I needed to apply slut’s make up and her wet cheeks were beginning to frustrate and annoy me.

“Just hold still and let me dry your eyes slut … now come on.”

I smiled as I applied the towel to Celina’s face. Once her sobbing had faded to a mere sniffle I started to make her up. First I painted her lips bright red before I dipped into my collection of mascara and gave slut a black eye line all the way around her eyes and then a black and gold flame style eye shadow that looked just beautiful as it highlighted her face delightfully!

And it accessorised her hair. Oh yes, her hair. Slut’s hair was a picture. After I had left on Tuesday ... rejected by master …he had finished off by taking slut, pierced nostril and all, to a hair studio that he knew. I know this because master emailed me the story. He said that it was punishment for slut turning up after school on Tuesday with her hair hanging loose and covering up her pierced ears. Now, with this cut her ears would be permanently on display.

She had struggled and objected a little by all accounts but was altogether just too exhausted to fight. Under master’s instruction slut’s hair had been shaved at the side around her ears but left long down the middle of her head and onto her back. The middle piece had then been dyed gold and gelled up into high spikes. The whole effect was stunning – a flame cut it was called, and flame haired, Celina now was! For the purpose of her trip to school this day I had re applied the gel to the gold flame and re-established the flame effect. Fuck, she was looking delicious ... if a little quirky!

I stepped back to admire my work. Celina took my breath away. Her hair and make up made her look even more gorgeous. Her silver nostril ring was on clear display as were her ‘SLUT’ ear rings. She still wore her brace and had her tongue, tits and nipples pierced, and of course had the ‘SLUT’ Chinese symbol tattoo in the small of her back.

Her clothes were modestly outrageous. She wore a tight fitting cropped blouse. It was white and buttoned up the front, leaving an open neck. The buttons strained against her breasts and revealed her pierced belly button for all to see. She also wore tight, small white shorts with a side zipper. Slut had been allowed to wear a lacy black bra and thong today. Partly because she was so otherwise exposed and partly because being black her underwear wasn’t exactly well hidden under the white outer clothing.

“Please Rika, can’t I take another day off? Please?” she was begging me … excellent.

“No Celina, you can’t. You know master’s instructions as well as I do. You have to go today dressed as you are and appearing as you do. So off you go.”

I watched as Celina turned away with a sad resigned look on her face. I smiled as she tottered off on her high stiletto heels that accentuated her shapely legs. I had wanted to apply a collar to her, but thought that she would be humiliated enough for now, and I could have that aspect of slut’s apparel taken care of later.

Would she get through today without incident? Not if I had anything to do with it. As soon as she was away from the door I closed it shut, took out my cell phone, and, pleased that I still had her number from Saturday’s slave auction, sent a text message to Mei Ling.

Slut

It was horrible. I had been told that I must walk to school so here I was wobbling on 5 inch heels along the pathway. It wasn’t too bad until I got to within sight of school and then virtually everyone stopped and stared. Jaws dropped. Belongings crashed to the floor. Eyes bulged. Some looked embarrassed for me and cheeks reddened profusely. Others made extremely lewd comments. Some loudly professed their disapproval. Phone cameras flashed and clicked. Celina, as I was now called, certainly was the center of attention, and it was horrible. I had never felt so embarrassed or humiliated in my life, which, given the way my life had turned in the last week or so was saying something.

I paraded into the grounds, through the entrance doors and onto the busy corridors. I passed a small rest area which had previously been a little place of solitude for me, somewhere I could go to relax. Now it would be forever associated with Celina the slut! How my life had changed.  After this horrible experience, how would I ever come here again?

Slowly, I walked, just as I had been instructed. I was so conscious of the brief white outer clothes I wore and the visible black underwear, and more so of the state of my hair, my pierced nose and all the other jewellery that adorned my body. I bowed my head and my eyes were riveted to the floor.

My almost surreal parade continued. I could not hear the normal soothing sounds produced by the familiarity of my surrounding as everything now seemed harsh and threatening. All I heard were the comments, and the sounds of ridicule.

My tears fell incessantly, ruining my make up and making my appearance even more garish. My entire body felt as if it was on fire from the intensity of my blushing due to the embarrassment and humiliation of this situation. I wanted desperately to somehow break free of the instructions master had given to me, and flee - but to where, I did not know.

However, the worst part of this strange predicament was that I could not even recall what I had done to merit being punished, because that’s how I felt, in this most extreme manner. I wanted to ask Master - I needed some answers from him, to try to reconcile the feelings growing within me at being put through such a torturous ordeal - but from previous experience I knew only too well that if I was to question Master, my current predicament would suddenly pale in comparison to whatever would happen to me next.

From the smells reaching my nose, I was obviously approaching one of the cafeterias. In more mundane circumstances, this would be another of my favourite places, yet it was clear that I would not be enjoying any of my favourite foods today. The usual raucous noise of breakfast time in the cafe had all but ceased as everyone had taken a good long look at me pass, trying to determine if they were "seeing things" or if there truly was a girl looking like I did walking by.

I felt so exposed and so truly on display.

With my tears still falling without end, I continued to follow my route to class. I saw one of my professors who just stared open mouthed at his student. How awful this was and it provided yet another reminder of my state and effectively redoubled the fire of humiliation and embarrassment reddening my entire body.

Even if Master were to mount me in front of all these people, I thought, at least the pleasure would eliminate much of the extreme embarrassment of this terrible scenario. Fuck did I really think that? That to be fucked in public would be less humiliating than my stupid parade? What was I?

My tears continued to fall unabated as more people saw me, and they fell completely silent. I could feel their eyes glued to me in disbelief - not that I could really believe myself that this situation was truly taking place. Then I suddenly realized that my face was not the only part of me that was wet. I was now aware of liquid of a very different nature trickling down my thighs.

Fuck, they will smell sex on me I thought. Then I stopped. I had to stop as my path was blocked by several people, boys and girls. I looked up and into the face of the girl who faced me directly. Mei Ling, shit!

Rika

I was going to be late. I had caught the bus, jumped off before it had really stopped and was now running to my destination. I had set this whole scenario in motion with my text message to Mei Ling, or Kelly or whatever she was really called … but I had to admit that I now felt a little apprehensive. I knew what Mei Ling was capable of, I had seen her in action at the auction and was, I had to admit, somewhat concerned for Ev - sorry I mean Celina.

I was almost out of breath as I ran to the side entrance of Yang’s shop. I knew what a labyrinth of corridors and rooms were there and I felt myself become excited at the thought of the scene playing out in my mind. I slowed as I approached entrance way. I had the code for the keypad and was to enter before descending the stairs to the basement.  It was there that Mei Ling had said that she would take slut … and if I wanted to come along to watch then I would be welcome. I had initially been so thrilled at what might happen but now I was not so sure.

I closed the door carefully behind me and started to descend the stairs. They were old and stone.

Then I heard sounds and saw a group of people ahead. There were boys and girls, maybe about a dozen, all from Mei Ling’s posse. I moved towards them and my jaw dropped.

My mouth was open. It felt dry. I licked my lips and nodded to Mei Ling who caught my eye.

The scene was hard to comprehend at first – maybe it was out of context. It was after all my roomie Ev – Celina – and she was surrounded by a group of people that neither of us really knew in a dingy, dusty and dark basement of a California tattoo parlour.

I had passed the entrance to the auction block, which was where the technology was, and now faced an open scene which was like something from an old vampire movie where the heroine has been captured by an evil monster. Except this was real life and Celina was our heroine.

They had taken long nails and driven them into the old wooden beams supporting the low concrete roof. How much supporting they did these days I wasn’t sure, but they were there anyhow. There were just 2 nails about 3 feet apart. Then they’d cut some rope and tied slut’s wrists then looped the rope over each of the nails before running it down to the legs of an old heavy looking worktable. There they had tied the rope off and it was clear that they could then adjust it according to how tight they wanted it and how painfully stretched they wanted Celina to be.

Slut was standing on a pile of old dirty bricks. Her shoes had been removed but otherwise she was still fully clothed. Her tongue was hanging out like a hot, panting dog and the stud ring clipped onto the brace hook in her mouth. She was effectively gagged.

Her feet were bare, and her white shorts and blouse had become a little grubby. I guessed she must have struggled. In the naked space between the 2 garments you could see slut’s belly button and the shiny piercing she had.

Mei Ling spoke to another Asian girl who appeared to be ring leading the group.

“What do you think Rola, isn’t she gorgeous?”

The other girl, who was dressed in a short denim skirt and tight white vest, and was even more striking than Mei Ling, replied,

“Yes Kelly, she’s lovely, and I just adore her hair,” she reached up to touch Celina’s hair.

“And look at this,” she pulled at Celina’s nostril ring, “it makes her nose look like a pussy hole. Moan for me cunt, run like a little river!” But of course Celina could not; the way her tongue hung out meant she could only make stupid, guttural moaning sounds at best.

The girl, Rola, paced around Celina and shone a small torch light onto her body lighting the gloom cast about from the single bare light bulb nearby. As she flicked the beam around I saw a small bruise under Celina’s left eye … she had obviously been slapped around a little too. Shit, this was already looking dangerous. What had I done?

The light afforded by the torch and the dim bulb cast shadows around and made everything look ghostly. Slut’s white attire made her look like the focal point that she clearly was and her shadow, given that her position was a little higher than the group’s, seemed to dominate the room – her head was back and her arms wide apart. It reminded me of something out of a horror movie! My mind began to imagine a torture chamber, with racks and braziers full of white hot burning coals and I felt even more apprehensive.

Slut just hung there, swaying slightly.

“Tell us what a useless slut you are cunt,” laughed the girl called Rola, “no on second thoughts, tell me about the auction you were sold at on Saturday night. In fact it was here, in this basement just around the corner. Come on cunt tell me, or you will suffer.”

Celina of course couldn’t speak and so this whole scenario was designed to torment slut, and of course everything that was on show here or being said would be remembered by everyone party to this situation. I glanced around at the others in the group and they looked like ordinary CAL students. One or two I knew and others I didn’t but quite why they had been selected to attend this humiliation of slut Celina I wasn’t sure. But what was clear was how hard it was going to be for slut to return to normality after this.

“Take a brick away Rola,” came a voice from the crowd. I watched as Rola bent down and removed a brick. Celina’s head shook and her body twitched as she was stretched a little more. She was standing on the balls of her feet now. She made no sound, not even a mewing or moaning under the gag. The muscles of her legs defined themselves clearly against her skin.

“Let’s see how long you can go like that bitch,” laughed Rola.

“It’s gonna hurt after a while,” replied Mei Ling.

“Still too easy,” came another shout, “take away another brick!”

I watched as Rola once again bent down and took away another brick.

Now I heard Celina make some kind of sound through her contorted mouth, just once … a sort of slightly exhaled groan as if it just got harder to breathe which it probably had given the way her body was stretched. Her tight, white blouse pulled up to just beneath her breasts and I could see the rise and fall in her belly against her rib cage. Momentarily her head fell backwards but then lolled forward again. She seemed to be losing consciousness … fuck I hoped not.

Slut’s balance was precarious and she began to sway a little more. Her face was flushed and her muscles strained with tension. I watched silently.

She looked beautiful.

The small groans were becoming more frequent now. This little vignette was becoming increasingly threatening in its potential. Celina’s legs began to tremble … first her calves then her thighs.

“Oh look at our bitch, she’s drunk,” Mei Ling teased as slut swayed some more. The student crowd laughed. I was compelled to keep watching.

A thin sheen of perspiration formed over slut’s ribs and glistened on her thighs.

“We should strip her,” remarked Rola.

Her words just hung there for a moment, suspended as slut was suspended and seeming just as precarious.

Suddenly I felt dizzy.

“Yeah,” Mei Ling and the crowd murmured its approval.

Celina had heard. She shook her head. There was some indignation there but mainly I sensed fear. No no no seemed to be the cry out from her open mouth.

Slut, in her panic, started trying to jump, pulling on the ropes, trying to dislodge the nails, writhing, squirming. All she was doing was chaffing her wrists, but she kept trying. No no no.

Rola moved to her and slapped her hard with an open palm. Celina slumped back, stunned … swaying now a little more.

I cleared my throat. It was so dry that I don’t think I could have spoken had I wanted to. I looked at Mei Ling. She stood smiling, staring at Celina. Her eyes never left the slut’s body. Then finally she shrugged dismissively “Let’s get on with it.”

The basement store room was cool but suddenly it felt warmer. The watching group had moved in closer. Slut had seen me I knew, but I had just seen someone in the crowd that shocked me to the core. Janet! Janet was an old friend of Celina’s from High School and she had followed Celina to CAL. She was here watching! Janet was watching this scene play out and I could see how hard her nipples were through her red vest top. Fucking hell, Janet was here … what would this mean? Then slut glanced her way and saw her. Her friend Janet was watching and not trying in any way to stop proceedings.

Rola edged nearer to slut and shined the flashlight in her face, caressing it and lingering on Celina’s pained expression.

Fuck, the slut was going to be stripped naked, here in this cold, dark storeroom basement. Mei Ling and I had seen Celina naked in the context of her being a slave before, but the others watching hadn’t – certainly not Janet!

“I’ll do it Kelly, K?” said Rola using Mei Ling’s real name.

“K babe.”

Rola handed the torch to Mei Ling and stepped even nearer to the hanging Celina. She held a largish pocket knife. She turned back to Mei Ling.

“Do we care about her clothes Kell?”

“No Rola, just get her naked.”

“K then, let’s see what she’s got!”

The crowd were silent in nervous, hot, horny anticipation.

“Don’t kick out or anything cunt, and I won’t hurt you. K?”

I could tell that Celina was scared, but she nodded anyway. Rola unbuttoned slut’s blouse carefully, pulling it away from her body. Celina started to struggle but then I guess thought better of it. Unbuttoned, the blouse hung shapeless over her shoulders. I could see her lacy black bra which I had helped her select earlier.

Rola reached over with the knife and cut through the left sleeve up to slut’s neckline. She had to saw through the hem and seam, but the blade was sharp. The blouse fell away from one side.

Celina began to cry again.

Rola walked to the other side of slut and cut through the right sleeve in the same way. Then she jerked the seam apart releasing a quick tearing sound before stepping back to admire her handiwork.

“Shorts,” said Mei Ling simply.

I could hear Celina crying softly and trying to say something which only succeeded in sounding entirely unintelligible.

No … please

Slut’s shorts zipped halfway down the side. Rola unzipped them and tugged them down over Celina’s hips, adjusting her lacy black thong as she did so, then she slid the shorts down over slut’s legs to floor, making Celina jerk and tremble.

Rola stepped away from slut again and looked down her almost naked body. In many ways Celina wore as much as she did many days at the beach, but this was different, this was her underwear and she seemed so exposed. It was making me wet seeing Celina being controlled like this and in front of people she knew!

“Are you ready to tell me about the auction yet cunt?” laughed Rola. Of course slut could not really speak at all. She was perspiring heavily … droplets glistened in her belly button and across her flat stomach. I tried to imagine how Celina must be feeling right now, but I couldn’t. My panties were moist. This was one of the most harsh, dangerous situations I had ever been witness to, but it was so hot!

Rola once again stepped forward. She cut the right strap of Celina’s bra and then the left. Slut’s breasts slid upwards a little as they strained free of the tight cups. At this stage Rola could have unhooked the bra from the back but she didn’t, instead she slid the blade beneath the thin black band between the cups and slit it in one swift movement.

Slut was really sobbing now. I thought how it must hurt her to cry so hard because every time her body moved the ropes were pulling hard at her. The knife was sharp and slut’s bra soon fell away. Her breasts were naked. I looked around and saw that the crowd were mesmerised as her hard nipples wore metal rings that were highlighted when Rola shone the torch at slut once more.

Fuck, the room was quiet. I could hear myself breathing. I glanced across at Janet. She looked transfixed. Then Rola reached for slut again and hooked her fingers into the lacy thong that Celina wore and drew it over her hips and down her legs. It was done. Hanging by the wrists, balanced precariously on a few old bricks slut was naked for all in the crowd to see.

I looked at the folds of pink pussy flesh hidden between her thighs as slut tried pitifully to clamp her thighs together.

I could barely swallow. The small old basement room reeked of sex.

Rola reached up and unhooked slut’s tongue from her brace. She exercised her aching jaw. Slut spoke.

“Could you …? My arms hurt so much … just lower the rope a little, let my feet …?”

Mei Ling and Rola just looked at one another and laughed. I noticed that slut had stopped crying now. She no doubt wondered what would happen next, as indeed, did I.

Slut

Shit, shit, shit! This was bad, very bad and my arms ached so much … in fact my whole, now naked body, was screaming with pain. Who was this bitch called Rola? She was beautiful sure, but fuck she was dangerous! Her and Mei Ling together, what would they do next?

It was a relief to have my mouth freed and I exercised my jaw. I had pleaded with them to lower my body a little and take some of the stress away from my arms but it wasn’t to be. I hurt so much, both mentally and physically, and as my eyes glanced round the room I could not believe who was seeing me like this. Erika and Janet were in the watching crowd – my life would never be the same again!

Rola walked up to me and let her eyes and the torch-beam roam over my unprotected body taking in every curve and structure, no doubt noticing every muscle as it worked beneath my bare skin. My arms were spread wide to the sides of my body. I knew from seeing many bondage pictures on the internet how this would make me look. I was attractive, I knew that. My stomach was flat and my waist was slim. Rola ran her hand through my hair, feeling its texture, the texture of my gold and black gelled up flame cut. I shook my head a little as if to stop her, but doing so made my arms hurt even more.

“Oh, is fuck face trying to stop me?” she reference the hoped ring in my nostril, mocking me. Fuck face I could not believe they were calling me this. I didn’t like it and it hurt. The small, previously chilled room was now feeling very hot and the tension became unbearable. I could feel rivulets of liquid running down my ribcage, between my breasts, along the centre of my back, and down the outside of my thighs. But the worst part was the moisture that was lodged; no doubt glistening, between my thighs. That moisture was not sweat. Oh what a fucking slut I was … was I really getting turned on by all this?

Rola ran her hand across my stomach, pausing to tug on my belly button piercing.

“You have a tattoo fuck face, if I remember correctly!” Mei Ling said. I remained silent.

“Well have you or haven’t you slut?”

“Yes,” I whispered my head downcast.

"And what does the tattoo represent?"

It was a Chinese symbol and it meant SLUT. I wasn’t going to tell them and so I said nothing.

“Do we all want to know what fuck face’s tattoo means?” Rola addressed the watching audience. They all, somewhat excitedly I noticed, said yes or words to that effect.

“Tighten the ropes Kell.”

Mei Ling moved to the table and unfastened the rope a little. After a brief relaxed respite she pulled them again and made them even tighter.

“Nooooooooooooooooo!” I yelled as my arms were pulled higher and harder making me stretch further. I was barely able to keep the tips of my toes grounded now. Fuck, this hurt so much!

“Look at the muscles in the bitch’s legs, how they stand out and see how she breathes heavily and how her breasts rise and fall in such a provocative way.”

It ws as if she was describing my body to a Biology class as part of their coursework.

“Let me goooooooooooooo!” I cried, the pain getting too much for me, then, more quietly, I said, “Please.”

Rola stepped closer. "What does it mean bitch, the tattoo?"

I don’t really know why, but I still said nothing. Maybe it was my last act of defiance.

"Come on fuck face, I want to know."

I watched with concern as Mei Ling walked up to me. Suspended in this way my breasts were at the level of her face. I began to wriggle and sway.

“Struggle all you like my pretty fuck face. You're ours now."

Then she slapped my right breast - hard. SMACK! The sound of flesh upon flesh echoed around the room.

“Owwwwwwwwwwwww!” I cried out. My nipples were so hard they reached out to Mei Ling. She slapped me again in the same place. "What does it mean cunt?"

“Okay, I need a man … someone to play with this useless bitch for a while.”

I could not believe what she was doing. This is where I became really scared. There was no shortage of volunteers. There were 7 males in the audience and she picked one that I had seen around, but did not really know. I was about to get to know him better I guessed. He was a first year I thought and looked young, too young for all this. But looks could be deceptive!

Rola and Mei Ling whispered something to the boy before I saw his smiling face before me. He was not Asian.

“Hi fuck face, I’m Brad, pleased to meet you.”

I was helpless before him. Upright, stretched, tied, my unprotected body presented a dream target. Open for him to use. He ran his hands down my body savouring the feel of my breasts. I could see how hard he was down by his groin.  He studied every inch of me. His touch revolted and excited me. He walked around this poor suspended slut looking me up and down, sizing me up, sometimes reaching out to touch my skin and occasionally giving me a gentle slap.

I knew that this was all about humiliating me in front of the other students. Mind games, and I was suffering. I knew that I was powerless to prevent him from touching me anywhere he wanted; from abusing me in any way he pleased.

He came round to stand in front of me once more. I was breathing more heavily now, my chest expanding and contracting noticeably. My firm breasts felt more inviting than ever and he flicked my rock hard nipples as if they were flies. He smoothed my stomach with the palm of his hand as if to find his mark. My abdomen felt like it was stretched tight as a drum, involuntarily pulled inwards. I could not tense my muscles. With his height, and me suspended almost off the precarious tower of bricks, he looked straight into my eyes. The smell of his breath, of his very presence, made me fearful. The tension was terrible as I waited for his next move.  

I watched him ball his fist.

“Time to make you talk to us!” and with that he feigned to slam a punch into my stomach. Watching me flinch naturally, he fell back laughing. The rest of the crowd laughed with him, including Janet and Rika!

Then he took a clothespin from Rola and clipped it to the very edge of my bullet hard left nipple I screamed, fell off the bricks and swayed. I cried out desperately trying to regain my balance.  He reached for me again and my right nipple was pegged. This time I let out a groan. Again he pegged me, this time taking skin from my breasts.

I flung back my head, clearly in pain. "That has to hurt," said Mei Ling smiling.

"That's enough for now" said Rola. "Get the idea bitch? What does the tattoo mean?"

Why I still didn’t tell them I have no idea … I was juicing – maybe I wanted them to humiliate me and punish me more.

I shook my head giving them my answer.

"Continue" she motioned to the young man in front of me.

For five minutes he tormented my body. I didn’t get another chance to answer the question as he never asked again. By the time Mei Ling motioned for him to stop I was pegged everywhere, my nipples, my tits, my stomach and the sides of my body. I must have had over 20 individual pegs but worst of all were the linked pegs that ran down the inside of each thigh and along the length of my slit pinning my pussy lips together. These rows of pegs were tied together with a sort of rip cord hanging loose from them. I knew that once the cord was pulled the pegs would all come away together. They were hurting now, they would be agony then.

“Please,” I moaned, “the tattoo means SLUT” I whispered quietly, defeated my will broken.

“What, bitch?” Rola asked, “Louder cunt,” she spat.

“SLUT,” I said more clearly, “my tattoo says SLUT in Chinese symbols.”

“Hear that girls and boys, you’re fellow student Ev, wants us to know she is a slut.”

Everyone smiled and laughed, it was awful.

“I think we already know that fuck face,” Rola said, then, “get her down.”

Minutes later I stood, still extensively clothes-pinned, looking like a human peg board. I stretched my arms and shoulders trying to get the blood to flow again in them. Mei Ling had fastened a thick leather collar to me and secured a leash from the back padlock - there was a padlock and ring front and back - which was held fast by Brad the fresher in his fist. Rola spoke.

“Okay fuck face, now your fellow students will take turns to whip the pegs off your body.”

What!!!!!!!!!!

“One by one they will queue and then re-queue until all the pegs are gone and then Kelly, the lucky Brad and me will pull the peg rows off your body.”

Fuck, the skin trapped by the pegs had already gone numb. If they were whipped off it would be agony for me. But what hurt the most was that Janet and Rika were in the crowd … would they join in?

“And after each stroke fuck face must kiss, and I mean passionately kiss, tongues and all, the person who has just whipped the peg off. K bitch?”

I had no choice. My agreement was not actually required. The first student, a boy, approached me. He smiled; I chewed my bottom lip nervously. He held a crop and lashed at the peg on my left nipple. I knew he would go there. His aim wasn’t perfect but the strike was firm and he took two pegs and my tit into his lash. I screamed and then felt his hand turn my face. I looked at him and then he kissed me.

“Kiss him back slut,” I was reminded. I did, passionately and as he left me saliva connected our mouths.

By the time Janet’s turn came around I had received 6 lashes, several more pegs had fallen and I had kissed all of my assailants, boy or girl. Bizarrely, given my overall predicament, all I thought about was what it would be like to kiss Janet. She wasn’t a lesbian, I was sure, but here she was, crop in hand whipping my body. She lashed without even looking at me and took a peg from my stomach. I yelled again and then turned to face her. She smiled and chewed her bottom lip. She looked cute so I kissed her. She kissed me back and there in the cold, dark storeroom basement I became turned on, properly turned on under the deep kiss of my friend Janet. I peeled my mouth somewhat reluctantly from hers and she moved on.

By the time my poor body was free of individual pegs I was hurting so much. However, now it was time for the real agony. Mei ling approached me and moved her hand to my left thigh. She gripped the rip cord and looked me straight in the face. I closed my eyes and then she must have pulled because the rippling pain that flashed down my thigh was momentarily unbearable. I screamed and my legs buckled. She gripped my hair and kissed me. I was their toy to be used for their pleasure. Rola approached and repeated the action on my right thigh.

Pain. Agony. Kiss. Now Brad the fresher.

He stood before me grinning. I could see his hard on almost bursting.

“Saved the best for last eh fuck face.”

“Please,” I whispered, but to no avail. He reached down between my legs, gripped the cord and smiled.

“Enjoy,” he said and then he pulled. I felt each peg individually rip free from my poor pussy lips. It was real agony and my legs did give way and I fell to my knees.

“Well done Brad,” said Mei Ling and I saw her and Rola applauding. I felt like the lowest of the low. But boy was I wet.

“Get me the leash Brad,” Mei Ling asked.

Noooooo, what now? I thought.

I felt leash unclipped from my collar and saw it handed to Mei Ling.

“Ok you all,” Rola spoke to the 12 or so people watching me, “now we’re going to make fuck face here really suffer. I need to ask if you are all still in, coz if you are then fine, if not leave now.”

Fuck this scared me what were they going to do to me?

“Rola, please, what …” I questioned pitifully.

“Shut it cunt, I did not say that you could speak!”

So shut up I did.

No one spoke. They were all still ‘in’ then I guessed.

“Stand up bitch.” Rola addressed this poor slut. As she moved her hands towards me and I saw what she had in mind I screwed my eyes tight shut. I felt my face pulled forward. She had clipped the leash to my collar.

“Okay everyone line up. Fuck face here is going to address each of you in turn and she will say ‘Fuck face thanks you mistress or master, for fucking her’, K cunt?”

The question was asked of me not so that I should answer but simply to validate that I understood.

I was led by the nose to the start of queue.

“Go on then fuck face.”

I looked into the face of a boy that I knew. Michael, fuck I really did not want to say this.

“F…f…fuck face thanks you master for fucking her.” He just smiled.

I moved on to the next in line. A girl whose name I did not know.

“Fuck face thanks you mistress for fucking her.” She looked a little embarrassed.

By the time I reached Janet I had thanked 7 people. I looked into her eyes for a sign of her feelings. I could not tell. This would be the hardest sentence to say.

“F…f … f…f…face th …thanks you mistress for fucking her.”

Janet stared back at me. Our eyes met and she smiled. Her red, moist lips parted and she said,

“You’re welcome fuck face.”

No one else had replied. Janet was the only one. That told me she was enjoying my subjugation. Had all my friends deserted me?

I thanked all of them including Rika, who seemed to have a twinkle in her eye. Fleetingly I wondered if she was in on this.

Mei Ling spoke again. “Ok people, I thought fuck face did well there. We should reward her. Brad secure the door.”

Although the room that we were in was open. The corridor into which it leads could be cut off about twenty feet to the left by placing a large wooden beam across two metal brackets. It was an old door with an old locking mechanism, but I knew that it would be effective. Brad did as asked. I really was at their mercy now. I had wondered if master would come bounding to save me at some point, but I knew now that I was alone.

Rola reached between my legs and openly stroked my pussy. I bucked under her touch.

“Fuck me Kell, she’s soaking. Like you said she just loves this being done to her. What a whore!”

“Ok girls, this is just for you to watch so crowd round here.” I saw the girls, Janet and Rika included, crowd round me. Mei Ling was going let them watch me get … get what? I could guess; the boys were already stripping off. It was like they knew what was coming their way!

“Chain her Kell.”

Mei ling approached me and unclipped the leash from my collar, but the fastened a silver chain to the same place. This had two wrist manacles hanging from the bottom and at a length reaching down to my groin. My wrists were fastened into the manacles. It was like a half sirik and it just added to my total and utter degradation in front of my fellow students.

“Boys, this is your lucky day. She’s yours. Fuck her however you like!”

“Noooooooooooooooo,” I heard myself yell as two strong arms held me pinned to the ground while a body tried to mount me. 

Rika

Oh shit. Now it was starting to get out of hand. I could do nothing but watch. However I had to admit it was one sex fuelled horny scene and it had already turned me on. When Celina thanked me for fucking her after she had already kissed me once I had lashed the peg off her, I could readily have fucked her myself. In fact it seemed unfair that only the boys would get to have her!

Where would it stop? I could see a large naked erection, Brad it was who was clearly keen to get in on the real action. Celina twisted and kicked trying to get out of the way.  He battered her legs down, positioned himself between them and clutched her thighs to hold her still.  He thrust against her, the head of his cock prodding time after time until her found the entrance to her pussy.  Seeking out the soaking split between her lovely legs the boy plunged in. Celina cried out and I noticed her eyes closed tightly.

“Open your eyes.  Look at him,” came a voice from above her, “we don’t like it when you close your eyes.” I looked at Rola as she spoke. She loved this and I noticed her right hand close over her left breast and fondle the erect nipple there.

Celina was clearly not listening properly because she kept them shut as the man pounded her with quick hard strokes.

“You’ll be sorry bitch,” came the voice of Rola again.

Celina opened her eyes.  The man’s contorted face was above her as he watched her, drooling over her heaving breasts, flat stomach and narrow waist.  His mouth was open and he grunted loudly with every stroke.

Man, I was almost cumming myself.

I watched as slut turned her head to one side and I groaned quietly as I noticed when she saw a second boy, rubbing his cock, jerking back and forth as she was raped.  Slut quickly looked back to the student gasping above her.  Those pinning her down watched with an eager look in their eyes obviously waiting their turn.

Celina was being screwed harder now. I could see in her face that although she stared at the body above her she was desperately trying to put her senses far away from her current predicament. I also knew that her juicing slutty body would not allow her to do so.  Then he suddenly thrust hard and remained connected deeply to slut, tight against her groin.  His mouth opened wide and he growled his delight as his body twitched and throbbed inside her. 

“You lovely bitch!” he spat.

I saw his jerking body thrust into Celina and I guessed that her gagging was the sign of him releasing his load into her pussy.

Shit, Celina, my roomie, was going to be gang raped for the second time in 3 days.

All my fellow female students were stunned into silence by what they were witnessing as the boy pulled out of slut and stood towering over her.  His shiny erection dripped a long white arc of spunk down to her shaved mound.  Then he stepped back smiling, hands on hips, cockily looking down at his victim – poor Celina, poor Ev Wang. 

The boy on her right let go of her arm.  I saw Celina watch helplessly as he got on top of her and prepared to enter her. 

“No, Michael please,” she begged pathetically. Her pleas made my pussy throb.

Despite the inherent dangers to this course of action slut tried to throw him off, to fight back, but she was powerless.  So she lay beneath him motionless as he too rode her to a climax.

Once again she was unable to do anything but watch as the one apparently called Michael also stood and laughed at slut.

“Made you moan fuck face,” he mocked.

I was awestruck at the speed with which they followed one another as the second boy motioned to the student holding her left arm who, in turn, took up his position and put his cock at the now soaked entrance to Celina’s pussy. Her breathing was hard and ragged as the third man pushed his cock into her.

“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned. The sound made me hot. Despite all I had seen since the weekend this was some scene in front of me.

Bizarrely I noticed how the boy currently mounted on top of slut was smaller than the others and she moaned as he shoved himself into her harder then his colleagues.  His mouth moved between her chained arms and went to her right breast. I watched compelled as he sucked the nipple, gnawing on it almost. Slut cried out in pain, her fingers opening and closing into thin air.

“No, stop it, please” she yelled as a reflex action made her thrust upwards in an attempt to push him away from her.

He snarled like a dog.

“You’ve blown it now slut,” he said smiling.

“Kiss him fuck face to make up for being so annoying.” Mei Ling spoke.

How ludicrous I thought, how could slut be accused of being annoying given her position?

Celina’s survival instinct must have taken over and she moved her face to the boy’s and kissed him fully on the mouth trying to minimize the suffering she would experience at their hands.  I noticed as her little pink tongue came into contact with his, forcing him to noticeably thrust harder. He stroked her naked back pressing his groin even more deeply into her.  He moaned with pleasure and moved his head back to her breast.  He chewed on it again.  I saw Celina bite her lip and wince once more.  She cried out with pain but he kept up his determined rape of Celina’s body until he finally shook with climactic spasms, moaning and gasping as he came.

The man stood up.  No one else moved towards her even though she knew there were 7 males in the crowd. Slut sat up wincing. 

“Get up,” one of the male students ordered, the one called Michael who had already fucked her.

Slut got to her feet as another boy approached her.  I could see rivulets of male seed running down the inside of her thighs and noticed how she instinctively backed away.  But there were students behind her and she had nowhere to go.  Her new flame hair was grabbed and twisted forcing slut to her knees.  Two of the boys, who hadn’t yet had her, loomed threateningly. Poor slut looked terrified.

“Please, no more. Leave me alone now.”

My mouth and throat went dry as both men slipped out their rock hard erections.  Looking down on her the boys smiled.

“We have needs too fuck face.”

I watched as slut’s head was pulled back up towards one boy’s groin.  I could tell by her face that Celina knew what he wanted and she opened her mouth to accept the rigid purple cock head.  As she began to stroke his shaft with her tongue I saw the other student’s hand stroke her bottom exploring and feeling her every curve. 

She writhed, unable even to moan with the cock gagging her, as fingers moved between her cheeks and Slut offered no resistance to this act.  The prick looked huge in her mouth as a single digit slipped into her bottom.  Celina’s eyes opened wide. She looked delightful. I heard her moan around the invading shaft as the finger clearly probed deeper and deeper. 

I watched, knowing full well what was about to happen, as Celina was positioned on her knees such that her bottom was raised high into the air and I could tell that her breath was held as the ‘finger boy’s’ cock was positioned against her ass hole.  The lack of lubrication was bound to hurt slut. As he pressed home his cock into her ass she sucked more vigorously on the cock in her mouth until she became impaled. I could tell when the tight ring of muscle relaxed and he sank into her bottom.  Celina moaned around the cock again as male hips pushed forward embedding the shaft even more.

“Ohhhh fuck, yesssssss,” hissed the boy who was being sucked off, gazing down at my lovely young roomie-slave sandwiched between him and his collaborator.  Celina groaned as the man behind her began to thrust in and out.  She began to buck back and forth on his prick, when, ominously, I saw her hair grabbed in a strong fist.  Her head was pulled roughly back as one of the assailant cocks erupted in her face, splashing sperm all over her mouth, her cheeks and her chin.   At almost the same time the other man grunted and quickened the pace of his drive into her.  Celina gasped desperately trying to get her breathing under control.

“I’m going to cum,” yelled the ass boy as he fucked savagely into Celina’s rear causing her to fall onto the floor resting on her chained arms, unwittingly giving better access to her bottom.  I saw him shove hard and his cock was forced as far as it possibly could be inside her clutching depths.  His whole body stiffened, groaning loudly as he clearly ejaculated deep into her bowels.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she groaned.

“Fuckkkkkk!” he yelled.

“Oh yesssssss,” I whispered to myself.

Then the two of them collapsed like rutting dogs into a heap on the hard concrete floor.

Without any respite Celina was pulled up to her knees.  She was covered in dust and slime from the abuse she had experienced, and thick white sperm ran from her ass like a river.

“Show some enthusiasm slut,” the one called Michael taunted.  His free penis was solidly erect again – he wanted another go and no one seemed of a mind to stop him.  I saw him place his palm on the back of slut’s neck and he pressed her to his groin.  Slut’s lips peeled apart so seductively allowing him to slide easily into her mouth. 

His cock seemed to stiffen even more once inside her warm depths forcing her cheeks out, bulging her skin and she started to suck, obediently giving him what he wanted.  He held her hair and ground hard into her face.  From time to time he would pull out slightly and have her masturbate him into her own mouth. I wanted to cum so badly just watching them!

Slut knew where this was leading – to another throat full of cum.  I could tell when his excitement was at its peak and he came deep in her mouth.  Celina could do nothing but swallow his seed.

“Fucking great bitch. Nothing wrong with your technique,” he laughed. He pulled away leaving more cum to spill down slut’s body.

Celina sank back on her knees. What had happened to her?  Why was this happening?

“Why are you doing this?” she shouted out loud.  She began to sob great tears into her hands.

“Awww, poor thing,” mocked Rola.  She approached the crying slave and Celina felt her hair once more bunched into a tight fist.  She instinctively moved her hands up to where her hair pulled on her scalp.

“No, please, where are you taking me.”

The manacle chain holding slut’s wrists was connected by thick white rope the other end of which was thrown over the old wooden table.  She was marched forward until she stood with her waist against the edge of the table. By pulling on the rope holding her wrists, slut’s arms were pulled out in front of her until she was bent over the table.

“Ouch,” I heard her cry. The table was obviously rough and was scratching her skin. She was stretched over the table and the rope was tied to the underneath. Rola moved away as eager male hands fondled Celina all over. She looked so very vulnerable with her ass sticking out available to all that wanted it.

I watched enthralled as a group assembled behind her.  One of the boys reached round and found slut’s breasts, rubbing them, squeezing them, fondling them.  I watched Celina’s nipples harden as a cock unceremoniously penetrated her pussy.  Slut gasped as she was filled again, her eyes widened, staring blankly ahead.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, as the pace of the thrusts became faster. The student inside her began to fuck harder; his pushes now frantic and then I saw his thick sperm running out of her slit and down her legs.  He had cum.  Another boy took his place immediately with a mocking grunt as his cock slid home. 

Celina exhaled heavily as he screwed her roughly.  She could do nothing but succumb to whoever decided to fuck her in whatever way they had chosen.  It was such a hot situation. I saw slut’s eyes close gradually as she was so obviously exhausted.

Somewhat perversely I wondered if slut would cum. Shit, she had been fucked enough. I saw a cock withdraw and ejaculate over her ass only to be replaced straight away by another penis entering her.  Celina whimpered as she was fucked again and soon I saw the new boy’s sperm join that of his associates in filling her slit and covering her thighs.

Yet again a penis touched her skin; equally as erect as the others but this time he slid into her bottom.

“Ouch, no please, that hurts no more.”

“Shut up Ev,” one of the boys said using slut’s real life name. He obviously knew her and I could see the effect it had on her when she heard her name used.

“Basssstarddddddsssssssss!!!!” She cried as the thick shaft pumped in and out like a mechanical piston.  New hands slipped between her skin and the table squeezing her breasts. Penetrating fingers still probed her cunt.  One cock was replaced by another and then another and I could sense, as only another gyrl could, that Celina’s arousal started to heighten. She began to writhe more rhythmically, squirming and gyrating until it happened.

Celina came.

The whole room cheered … boys and girls, including Janet – and me! I had to grip my pussy hard as her body cried out with a great rush of ecstasy straining her against every sharp edge and rough surface of the old gnarled table.

“Fuckkkkkk!” she screamed crashing over wave after wave of lust fuelled energy until she finally slumped over the table looked dazed and confused.

The whole room was stunned into silence as the chained slut with her collared neck and manacled wrists secured to the table via some thick white rope, lay … barely moving. All the boys pulled away leaving their own string of white juice on her poor abused body. Celina had been fucked … well and truly fucked.

I heard my cell phone beep into life, indicating that I had a text message.

To be continued …