Stephanie\'s New Year

Stephanie’s New Year                           

 

By Sam Blythe

 

Back to school ( part 5)

 

 

I woke up in the morning as the sun’s light spilled across Dave’s bedroom.  The unpleasant taste of last night’s cum soured in my mouth.  My muscles were sore and stiff from their strained positions all night long.  My legs were stilled cuffed together and my arms cuffed behind me.  I could smell body odor and sweat.  When I opened my eyes, I discovered my face was only inches from Dave’s armpit.  I tried to move my head back but couldn’t move it – my leashed collar keeping me snugly in position.

 

I couldn’t see much, but I could make out the clock on his wall.  It was 7:00.  Holiday vacation was over and I had school today.  I had to be at the bus stop in forty-five minutes!  I needed a shower.  I needed to get dressed, eat breakfast, and all those other things I had to do to get ready for school.  Dave just slept peacefully along.  I knew I had to wake him up.

 

“Dave” I whispered.  Nothing.  I tried again a little louder, “Dave!” 

 

This time he stirred.  He woke up slowly, looked around and then sat up in bed, looking down at me.

 

“You woke me up!” he said, a little surprised and seemingly not very happy about it.

 

“I have to get ready to go to school.”

 

“You’ve been thinking again, haven’t you?  Trying to make decisions for yourself.  You need to learn that you’ll go to school if, and when I say you’ll go to school.  Got that slut?”

 

Oh no, he was really pissed!  But what was I supposed to do, I wondered, skip school?

 

“Yes, Master.  I’m sorry Master.”

 

“We’ll deal with it when you get home this afternoon.  For now, get off the bed and on your knees.  I want you to give me a nice blow job to start the day with.”

 

I was relieved not to start the day with a spanking, but didn’t look forward to coming home from school to that promised punishment.  It wasn’t easy to move with my hands and legs restrained, so I slithered around until I could slide off the bed, then maneuvered to face him.  I started in on his blowjob right away.  

 

He wasn’t hard at all when I started, so it took a while, and I couldn’t use my hands to help.  I must have worked for 15 minutes before he finally came in my mouth.  But as I was about to swallow his spunk, he told me not to.  He told me to keep it in my mouth until I was told to swallow it.

 

Afterward, he took off my cuffs and removed my collar and leash.  I had five minutes to get a shower and wash my hair.  He also said I better still have a mouthful of cum when I finished.

 

I didn’t waste any time and almost ran to the shower.  It’s not easy for a girl to take a shower and wash her hair in five minutes.  I didn’t have a clock in the bathroom, but I didn’t have time to think of anything but washing and getting back as soon as I could.

 

When I was finished, I dried off and paused with my hand on the doorknob.  What if someone besides Dave was standing outside the door?  I had no choice.  I threw open the door and rushed back to the room.  Fortunately, no one else was around.

 

Dave was waiting for me.  I stood there, expecting him to ask to see inside my mouth.  I still had most of it there, even though some had mixed with my saliva and seeped down my throat.  He didn’t say anything, just looked at me, like he was waiting for something.  Then I remembered.  I dropped to my knees, painfully in my hurry, and put my hands behind me.

 

“You still got it wrong slut.  When you present yourself, you should be in the presentation position.”  I quickly shifted to put my head on the floor and my arms in from of me.  “And, you’re almost five minutes late.  That’s two more for tonight.  You’re going to have to do better slut.  Now get up in the normal position and show me your mouth.”

 

I did.  I got up, tears of fear starting to get into my eyes and opened wide for him.  He held my jaw and looked inside.  Fortunately, he seemed satisfied.  He stroked my throat and gave me permission to swallow my ‘breakfast’.  My eye caught the clock, it was 7:32. 

 

“Now stand up, hands behind you and spread your legs.  I’ve got a present for you.” he said with a little grin.

 

As I stood up, he put the collar back around my neck and relocked it, though he moved the locked buckle behind my neck so my hair covered it.  Then he reached between my legs and started playing with my clit.  With his other hand he played with my nipples.  I was wet in no time.  Then he withdrew his hands and reached behind him to get something off his desk.  I was stainless steal and shaped kind of like a small egg (maybe the size of a Robin’s egg) with a little tail on it.  He pushed it into my wet and slippery vagina until it was lodged against my hymen and rubbed his hand against my moist mound.  The tail was pink in color, blending somewhat with my skin, and sticking out from my pussy about an inch. 

 

“Steph, I love you so much and I want you to enjoy your first day back at school.  So this little New Year’s present will make sure you have fun and just maybe it will remind you of me and how much I care about you.  But like in everything else, there are rules.  You are not to touch it and it has to stay in there all day.  Don’t let it come out.  It will keep you a little moist between your legs, but that’s good, because if it isn’t surrounded by moisture, it’ll turn itself off and you’d need the remote to turn it back on.”

 

Now be a good girl and get back on your knees and go to your room.  Your clothes are laid out on your bed.  It’s cold outside so I’ve given you something warm to wear.  Hurry and get dressed, then put on some makeup.  You’ve got five minutes.”

 

I was really touched by his concern for me and his obvious love, though a part of my brain suspected that there was more to his little present tha he said.  I didn’t want to make him angry again so I quickly crawled to my room.  The thing he had put inside me was uncomfortable and made me feel like I had someone’s finger inside me.  It moved inside me as I crawled, making me very aware of its presence.  I had a feeling I’d have little trouble remembering Dave during the day.

 

I had just gotten inside my room and stood up when I saw Mike go by out of the corner of my eye.  I closed the door quickly, but I just knew he’d seen me naked.

           

There was a pair of blue jeans and a sleeveless sweater on my bed.  No bra.  No panties.  I quickly put on what was there, though I had to squeeze into the jeans.  He must have gotten them from the bottom of my drawer – they were at least a year old and two sizes too small.  When I finally got them yanked up and buttoned closed, it looked like they’d been molded to my skin.  As I moved, I discovered they pressed against my tattoo and irritated it, making it itch.  At least there was no way the egg could escape so long as I had them on.

 

The sweater wasn’t very large either and only came down far enough to barely touch the waist of my jeans.  Every time I moved, a little sliver of skin would show.   When I reached over my head, my whole stomach would show.  At least I had a nice flat stomach, though if the sweater came up very high, it would show my belly ring.

 

There was a pair of four inch heeled sandals on the bed as well, which I’d gotten for a dance last year.  I remember I was excited to get them but they were so uncomfortable and difficult to walk in (much less dance), that I’d taken them off and danced barefoot most of the night.  I put them on anyway.

 

Then I went to my dressing table and quickly applied some makeup, keeping an eye on the clock.  There wasn’t going to be time for much, just basic eye shadow, a little blush and some lipstick.  I brushed my hair out – hadn’t had time to blow-dry it.  With ten seconds left, I rushed out of my room, and dropped my hands and knees to crawl quickly into Dave’s room, ‘presenting’ myself when I got near him.

 

“Better.” he said, looking at his watch.  “Now stand up and let me take a good look at you.”

 

I did and he raked his eyes over me from top to bottom.  He stood behind me and cupped one of my breasts in one hand while he placed his other hand over the mound of my sex.  He pushed in, I guess to feel if I was still holding the vibrator down there.  Apparently approving, he let me go.

 

He handed me a contact lens case and told me to go in the bathroom and put them in.  I thought this rather strange as usually I had my lens case in the bathroom and wondered what he was doing with it.  I didn’t argue but told him, “Yes Sir.” and went to do as he ordered.

 

I’d been wearing contacts for a couple of years, so didn’t really need the mirror to put them in.  I just popped them in my eyes.  The bathroom was to wash my hands and was the place I kept my lens solutions.  When they were in, I looked in the mirror and . . . gasped!

 

I couldn’t make out a thing!  Everything was a blur.  When I got within six inches of the mirror I could see normally, but further than that things just got blurrier the further they were away from my eyes.  Thinking it was a mistake, I was reaching my hand up to take them out when I heard Dave’s voice speak from the doorway.

 

“Leave them in.  The prescription is a little different from what you’re used to, but that’s the whole idea.”

 

“But Dave, I can hardly see ANYTHING!” I said.

 

SWAT! came a slap on my butt.

 

“You’re being disrespectful.  Don’t question what I tell you.  I have a note from your, ahh, doctor, that you’re having vision problems.  These are intended to teach you a lesson.  Even at school, you need to learn to be more humble and less judgmental of other people.  Now, I know you’ll need help, but I don’t want you having conversations between classes, so a friend of mine has a brother in the eighth grade.  He will meet you at the end of each class and escort you to the next one.”

 

With that he told me he’d be taking me to school.  I had just missed the bus anyway and Mike had already left with one of his friends.  He gave me my bookbag and we went outside.  I was close to tears again.  It felt funny walking with that egg inside me.  It made me feel really full though I began to feel a little aroused as well.  Dave had to guide me as I couldn’t see well enough to see where I was putting my feet.  It was really hard to walk in high heels when I was practically blind.  I kept stumbling.  Of course, I was such a klutz in heels, I’d have stumbled even if I could see.

 

I had been looking forward to the normalcy of school.  But Dave was taking away any privacy I might have expected to have at school.  I’d hoped it would be a haven away from his scrutiny.  Now, even that bit of my old world was gone.  I’d be going to school, displaying a newly pierced nose, and if my sweater rose up, I’d show my belly button piercing or maybe even the tattoo.  He put me in his back seat and told me to sit on my hands.  I waited while he went back inside for something.  I hadn’t been allowed to brush my teeth and my mouth still had the foul taste of semen in it.  I didn’t look forward to tasting that all day.

 

He joined me not long after and we set off.  Once out of the driveway, I felt a sudden tingling in my pussy.  That egg was a vibrator!  It was on real gentle at first, but it quickly built to a deep tingling buzz that, though completely silent, was making me crazy.  I wanted to yank out my hands from underneath my butt and press them against my crotch.  After a minute though, the tingling faded and went away.  The whole cycle had lasted maybe five minutes.  Fortunately, once inside me, the little thing was completely silent.

 

Dave must have been watching me in the rear-view mirror.  He said it would run a random pattern.  It would always last five minutes, but there might be an hour between its little sessions or only two minutes.  I was not allowed to play with myself during school (as if I would!  What did he take me for?).  We arrived at school with five minutes before the first bell.  I had to wait for him to open my door and help me out, getting my bookbag settled on my shoulders.  Once out of the car, he told me to invite Rachel over again.  I lowered my head and said okay.  Dave was a senior and didn’t have a class during first period, so he could take his time driving over to the high school.  He led me into the school to the office. 

 

Just outside, he stopped me and introduced me to someone named Todd.

 

“Hey Todd, thanks for agreeing to help Stephanie out.” he said.

 

A rather rough and dumb sounding male voice said, “Surr ting Dave.  Henry said sumpin bout a reward?”

 

“Yep.” Dave said.  “While you’re in school, I want you to treat Stephanie as your girlfriend.  I know you can’t do too much while in school, but I’m sure you can manage a few discreet gropes and kisses with no teachers looking.” 

 

I couldn’t believe it!  My own brother was telling me who I’d have for a boyfriend.  I hadn’t even had a boyfriend yet, but when I did, I always figured I would be the one doing the choosing.  And how could he give some strange kid permission to maul me!?

 

“Surr I can.” said the boy.  “Sure she won’t mind?”

 

“Not at all, Stephanie will be very grateful for you helping her between classes.  The least she can do to return the favor is allow you to cop a feel and give her a few smooches.  Isn’t that right, Stephanie?” he said as he squeezed my arm where he’d been holding on to me.

 

“Yes sir.” I said quickly.  “I’ll do it.”

 

“Okay Todd, wait here a minute.  We’ve got to talk to the office.  We’ll be right back.”

 

“Right.”

 

Dave led me inside where he gave a note to the office and explained I’d been having some sort of eye trouble which the doctor was working on, but in the mean time I couldn’t see much.  He said he had a friend in the school that would take me to my classes.  He also mentioned that I’d been having cramps from some kind of female thing but that it was nothing to worry about and I’d be fine  [how embarrassing].

 

The secretary said fine and wrote a note that I was to show to each teacher.  She told me how sorry she was I’d been having problems and told me to let a teacher know if I needed something.

 

Dave led me back into the hallway and told the waiting Todd to keep a hold on my arm at all times.  He kissed me on the cheek, whispering to me to be a good girl, then left me in Todd’s care.

 

I didn’t know what to think of this whole ‘Todd’ thing.  I didn’t like having to be guided around the school.  I didn’t like having a ‘boyfriend’ thrust upon me.  And I had no idea who he was!  Was he a creep?

 

I told Todd where my locker was and as he steered me down the hall, the egg went off again.  At least the vibration pattern was the same each time.  It always started gently, so I had warning, and proceeded slowly up in intensity.  I managed to get to my locker before it hit high power.  I had to lean against the wall as my pussy went crazy. 

 

By peering at my lock from six inches away, I got it open, but I felt really stupid leaning over with my nose practically touching my locker.  I was having a hard time holding still as the egg went to full power.  Todd asked if there was something wrong, I just said, “Cramps.”

 

It was making me wet and I wondered how long it would be before the wetness showed through my jeans.  Todd helped by exchanging some books from my bag in the locker and removing others, which he handed to me.  I looked at each one real close to make sure I had the right books.

 

The vibrator was still going but I was worried I’d be late for class so when I was ready to go I went to close the locker.  He held it open for a second and then said, “No time like the present.”

 

So while the egg was going full force, Todd pushed me back up against the open locker and held a hand under my chin, pulling my face up.  The next thing I knew, his lips were locked on mine.  I wanted so bad to tell him to go jump in a lake, but knew my choices were limited.  With his body pressing up against me, I could feel he carried a lot of fat on him.  His palms were sweaty and his breath tasted foul.  From what I could see of his face pressed up against me, I knew he was on the gross side.  All I could manage in protest was a couple of “Umph, Umphs.”  At least he didn’t try to tongue me. 

 

The trouble was, with the vibrator going bzzz bzzz in my pussy there was a part of me that kind of enjoyed what he was doing.  Instinctively, I even kissed back found myself pushing toward him with my hips.  But after a minute he pulled off me and said, “Not bad; you even seemed to enjoy that.” he said with a kind of evil looking grin.  “This could work out all right.  Now let’s get you to class.”

 

He pulled me away from the wall, shut the locker and held my upper arm, directing me down the hall.  I almost wanted him to continue because the egg was still going.  Thankfully, it quit just before we got to my classroom.  The bell had already sounded so the halls were quiet.  As he opened the door he patted my butt to get me moving into the room. 

 

“Ma’am, I’m just bringin Stephanie here on account o’ her eyes ain’t too good right now.  She’s got a note for ya.”

 

I took the note out of my pocket and handed in the direction of the teacher’s form.  She took it and then handed it back to me.  I couldn’t really see her trying to give it me though so I just stood there.

 

“Here you go, Stephanie.” she said.  I didn’t know what she was talking about and just stood still, partly recovering from the egg attack.  Members of the class started snickering and I had a feeling they were laughing at me.  I guess I did look a little stupid, standing there with some eighth grader holding my arm, while the teacher held out her hand with my note, waiting for me to take it. 

 

Todd helped out, much to the class’s amusement, and pushed my arm out so the teacher could put the note in my hand.  A lot more people were snickering now.

 

“I see.” the teacher said.  “Thank you, young man.  You may come for her after class.”

 

“Surr ting Ma’am.” Todd said.  He released my arm and I heard him walk out.  I just stood there.  I couldn’t see to get to my seat.

 

“Stephanie, can you find your seat?” she asked.

 

“Uh, I don’t think so, Miss Blake.” I said.

 

“Very well.  Can I ask someone to come take Stephanie to her seat?”

 

“I’ll help her, Miss Blake.” The voice belonged to one of my other friends, a girl named Amanda.

 

I heard desks moving around amidst some outright laughter.  The next thing I knew, Amanda was whispering in my ear as she took my arm and guided me through the rows of desks.

 

“When did you get a stud in your nose?  What’s going on, Steph?” she whispered.  I only shook my head.  There was no way I could really answer her then.  I sat down at my desk, thankful it had been Amanda and not one of the troublemakers in the room that had helped me.

 

Fortunately, the egg stayed quiet during class.  It must have been one of those hour breaks.  Class was interesting to say the least.  I couldn’t take notes without almost putting my nose on the desk, couldn’t read the board, and couldn’t see anyone around me.  So I just sat there and tried to listen.

 

My mind kept wandering.  I kept wondering when the egg would go off again, so I was anxious all through class.  Not being able to see well made me feel helpless, even though I had full use of my arms and legs.  I had books with me, but only now realized how silly that was.  Reading was just rather difficult.

 

What was Dave doing to me?  Our little game had gotten WAY out of control.  Or at least, way out of MY control.  It was like my life was no longer mine own.  When we started, he didn’t do anything unless I was okay with it.  In the last couple of days, my wishes and restrictions no longer seemed to matter. 

 

I wondered about the things we’d done that were, well, sexual.  And I had to admit now that they WERE sexual.  We’d certainly done a lot of kissing and necking.  We’d had oral sex and he’d seen and touched every square inch of my body.  He’d made me get a tattoo and several body piercings and had me go around the house naked.  Dave had spanked me and whipped me, but hadn’t done any permanent damage to me.  I’d been humiliated and made to do embarrassing things including crawling on the floor.  But so far, he hadn’t fucked me (it didn’t occur to me to be frightened of him putting something in my butthole). 

 

I was angered by what had been going on, but on another level I’d been stimulated by it all, too.  There was something very immoral about what Dave had been doing, especially the sex stuff, but I couldn’t deny I’d enjoyed most of it.  I’d had many orgasms.  To be aroused by my brother was wrong!  But it was my own fault.  I mean, it was MY body doing all the reacting.  If I hadn’t liked it, why would I have gotten such pleasure from it?  I was just so confused.

 

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounding of the bell, marking the end of class.  I didn’t know what to do.  Should I get up to go, or stay put and wait.  I gathered my books and prepared to go, but stayed in my chair.  The other students filed out of class.  Amanda stayed behind and helped me out of the chair. 

 

“Thanks, I’ll take her to her next class.” I heard Todd say. 

 

I’d barely made it to the front of the room.  Todd roughly grabbed my upper arm again and steered me outside into the hall.  Amanda called out that she’d see me later. 

 

Once in the hall, Todd moved his hand and put his arm around my waist, touching the bare skin between my jeans and sweater, and holding me tightly against him so I couldn’t move away.

 

“Why don’t you put your arm around me, so it will look natural.” he said.

 

“That’s okay, I’m fine.” I said, trying to get out of such a public display with this weirdo. 

 

His grip tightened on my waist till I thought he’d bruise me as he whispered in my ear, “Your brother says we’re supposed to be girlfriend – boyfriend, and said hows you were to do as I says.  You want me to tell em you weren’t nice?”

 

Reluctantly, I put my arm around him and said, “No, that’s okay.  I’ll be nice.”

 

I felt it start again as we walked through the halls to my next class – the egg.  It was just a tingling again and I was pretty sure I could get to class before it got to full power. 

 

The fingers on Todd’s hand weren’t idle.  He was feeling my skin, reaching as far as he could without being obvious to others in the hallway.  But I certainly noticed.  It was creepy.

 

We reached my next class before the bell this time and so Todd was able to take me to my seat after I showed the teacher my note.  As he left, he patted my head and told me he’d see me soon.

 

This was the class with Rachel.  By the time I got to my seat, the egg was rapidly gaining power.  I wanted to stamp my feet, scream, hit my desks with my fists… anything to match the feelings I was having in my pussy.  All I could do was plant my feet on the floor and hold onto the edges of my desk.  I tried real hard not to let anyone else know what was happening.  Rachel sat down next to me as the egg reached its peek.  I think I emitted some kind of grunt or whine because I heard Rachel trying to get my attention.  It passed finally and I got my breath back. 

 

“God Steph, are you okay girl?” Rachel asked.

 

I nodded.  “I’m fine Rachel.  How ya doing?” 

 

“I’m okay… not sure about YOU though.  Stephie, you’re all red.  What happened and who was that creepy fatso that came in with you?”

 

“I’m just winded.  Say, when do you want to come over again?” I said, trying to rapidly change the subject.

 

Now it was Rachel’s turn to stammer.  “Ahhh… I don’t know.”

 

“Come on, please.  I’d like you to come, and . . . .” and knowing Dave would not be pleased if I failed, I tried to appeal to her on another level, “I think Dave liked you.”

 

“Oh?  Well, how bout Friday night?  Unless I get a hot date between now and then.” and she laughed.

 

I joined in the laughter and said, “Good.  Friday’ll be fine.”

 

The bell rang and we both turned our attention to the teacher.  I was starting to feel a little normal again.  It was good to have Rachel’s friendship.  We liked each other and had a good time together. 

 

Fifteen minutes through class, the egg turned on again.  Oh NO!  In the middle of class?  I was okay until it started getting toward high intensity.  I held onto the desk as it peaked out, a little “ummmph” escaping from me toward the end.  Rachel quietly asked a couple of times what was wrong, concern in her voice.  I was concerned too… I was beginning to smell whiffs of my own arousal.  I whispered I was just having cramps.

 

After that class, my next one was just down the hall so I had time to go to the bathroom for a minute and asked Todd to take me there.  I told him I’d be fine and could feel my way so thankfully, he waited for me outside.  I went into a stall and dropped my pants to use the toilet.  I was sopping between my legs!  I could feel the dampness had soaked into the jeans, but the outside still seemed mostly dry except for the beginnings of a little spot on the very bottom seam of my jeans.  I took some toilet paper and tried to dry myself as best I could.  Just before I was about to leave the stall, the bathroom door opened and I heard a couple of other girls come in. 

 

“Hey Karen, did you see Stephanie today?”

 

“No, why?”

 

“She’s wearing a really tight outfit and I don’t think she’s got a bra on either.  She’s got on ridiculous heels, but the best is the stud she’s got in her nose!”

 

“Really?  Way Cool!  But it doesn’t sound like her.”

 

I didn’t dare leave now. 

 

“I didn’t think so either… but I saw it myself.  She always seemed too prissy to me.”

 

“Yeah, I never thought little Miss Prissy would ever get with the times… a stud through her nose, eh?   This, I’ve gotta see.  I heard she’s got eye problems too and that creepy Todd Ernst is leading her around.  I even heard he treats her like she’s his girlfriend.”

 

“Eew, yuck!”

 

“Ssshhh…. Didn’t you see him outside when we came in?”

 

“Oh… yeah.”

 

The door opened again and the girls left.  I waited another thirty seconds and then slipped out myself, hoping they were long gone, and went out to Todd who had me to my next class just as the bell was ringing.  As everyone one else was already in their classes, he stopped me from going in and once more, pushed me up against the wall.  Again, his lips started mashing against mine, only this time his tongue pushed against my lips, forcing its way inside. 

 

Since I didn’t protest, visibly anyhow, he took the opportunity to put his hand on my breast as well.  This I didn’t like and tried to say something.  But with my mouth filled with his tongue, I couldn’t say much.  There was no grace or finesse to what he was doing, just brute force.

 

Thank goodness a teacher came out of a room down the hall and Todd quit, whispering, “Next time, I expect you to kiss me back.”

 

He took me inside the class and left me standing there to explain things to my teacher, waving the note in front of me until the teacher took it from my hand.

 

This time it was the teacher who made sure I got to me seat.  That was even more embarrassing!  Less than five minutes after I’d sat down, the egg started up again inside me.  With all that was going on, I had yet to hear much of what the teachers were saying.  I clutched the edge of my desk as the egg built to a crescendo, and I got another whiff of my own odor as the vibrating monster kept me wet.  As the egg hit full power, my breathing became rapid and shallow and I tried my best not to squirm in my seat.  It was getting me so close to an orgasm – but then it quit once again, frustrating my rising desire.

 

The teacher droned on about something; I couldn’t begin to know what.  All I could think about was when the egg would go off next, or what Todd would want of me next, or what awaited me when I got home.  My sight had been almost eliminated and so I spent the day trying to figure things out more by sound and touch.  I could feel the intruder inside my pussy, which was kept agitated and wanting more.  Had I not had Todd as an escort, I’d have gone to a bathroom and given myself satisfaction. 

 

Two minutes before class ended, the egg started up again.  Oh no!  I knew it would reach its peak on the long trek to my next class – when I was with Todd.

 

When class ended I just sat there, hoping I could wait it out.  But as the voices of my classmates filed out the door, another voice called me back to reality.

 

“Time to go, Stephanie.” Todd said.  “Let’s get a move on.  You don’t want to be late for your next class.”

 

As he steered my arm through the halls, I could feel the egg’s vibrations getting faster and harder.  It was becoming difficult to walk normally.  Suddenly, Todd moved me into what must have been a classroom.  I knew we couldn’t have possibly arrived at my next class yet.  What was going on?  He was taking me in right as the egg reached it’s final minute and was on full power.

 

The door closed and Todd again pushed me to a wall and took my arms and put them up around his neck, as if I was to hug him.  His went to my waist to pull me in tight for the kiss he then planted on my trembling lips. 

 

Pulling back just a little, Todd said sternly, “Now remember, this time you kiss me back.”

 

The vibrations in my pussy encouraged me to do just that.  My mind rebelled against it, but as Todd pushed his tongue inside my mouth, I found my own tongue dancing with his.  Our kiss was passionate and deep, even though he tasted yucky, like stale cigarettes.  We didn’t have much time, and he wasted none, sucking my tongue into his own mouth.  After having watched all those movies Dave showed me and answering his queries, I also found my mind wondering about Todd’s cock.  How big was it?  What would it taste like?

 

“You’re liking this I see.”  As he said this, I was brought back to reality enough to be aware that my hips were thrusting against him, my pussy seeking release.  I froze, dying of embarrassment.  I couldn’t believe what I’d been thinking – what I’d been doing.

 

“Don’t stop now.” he teased, one hand going down between my legs to cup my mound, pushing gently against it as his mouth covered mine again.

 

I gasped and shook my head, trying to pull my mouth back to tell him no, but it was hard to speak with my mouth full of his tongue.  He quit anyway, saying it was time to get me to class.  Then he added insult to injury.

 

“Mmmmmm… geez Stephanie, I can smell you juices on my hand.  You’re really HOT, aren’t you.”

 

I didn’t answer him, going beet red from head to foot, the egg now going quiet inside me.

 

“What a little slut.” he said with a voice mixed with distain and appreciation at the same time.  He grabbed my arm and once again, guided me down the halls.  As he shoed me into class, his hand squeezed my butt cheek in a tight, possessive grasp.

 

During the next class, the egg only went off once, halfway through class.  So when Todd came to get me, I was more myself.  I had lunch next, so Todd guided me to the lunch room. 

 

This was something I hadn’t thought about.  How was I going to eat if I couldn’t see.  Maybe we’d have hamburgers, I thought hopefully.  But no, as we got in line, Todd told me we were having pork chops, macaroni and cheese, and lima beans.  I was able to push my tray on the cafeteria serving line, but Todd had to put things on it. 

 

I normally sat with Rachel and some of my other girlfriends, but of course, Todd steered me to a table with his friends, all guys.  He even introduced me to them as his new girlfriend, kissing me on the cheek as he said it.  It was so humiliating.  He explained that I was having problems with my eyes so I couldn’t see much.  That got a few chuckles.

 

The real humiliation was yet to come.  I tried to eat, but couldn’t see to put anything on my fork unless I put my nose uncomfortably close to my food.  I tried to push the tray away, and pretend I wasn’t hungry (actually, I was starving since Dave hadn’t been feeding me much lately).  But Todd wouldn’t hear of it.  He pulled my tray back in front of me and insisted I eat, so I could “keep healthy.”

 

I tried a few times to get some food onto my fork or spoon without looking like a fool, but couldn’t manage it.  Todd’s hand was rubbing the inside of my thigh, further adding to my distractions.  After a few more failures, he whispered in my ear.

 

“What’s wrong, Stephanie?  How come you’re not eating?  Having a problem?”

 

I nodded and even though I was hungry, I said, “It’s okay, I’ll just go without.” 

 

“Why don’t you ask me for a little help?”

 

God, are ALL men intent on humiliating me?  But I knew he wasn’t really giving me a choice, so I quietly whispered, “Can you give me a hand?”

 

Todd raised his voice above a whisper and said, “I’m sorry.  What was that?”  His hand squeezed my thigh, warning me I’d better do it and make it nice.

 

So I spoke a little louder, “Todd, can you please help me.  I can’t get anything on my fork.”

 

Several of the boys started to laugh and I knew I was red again.  I wanted to crawl under the table.

 

“Sure Baby,” he said, “glad to help.”

 

All I’d wanted was for him to maybe spear a few things with my fork and hand it back to me, but of course, he made a production of it. 

 

“Alright Babe, you just sit there and let ole Todd do the work.  Just relax and put your hands by your side.”

 

I did as he told me and felt him slide right next to me.  Under the table, his left found my right one and moved it over to his crotch before returning to my thigh.  I was hoping no one else could see since our bodies blocked the view from behind and the table hid most anyone else’s.  With his other hand, I heard him pick up a utensil and scoop something into it. 

 

“Now w’ttle Stephie, open wide.”

 

Obediently, I opened my mouth feeling like a child.  He stuck a spoon in my mouth, and dumped its contents, telling me to close the “hanger door.”  It was some lima beans.  Yuck!  I’d never liked them.

 

He began to feed me like I was a baby, even telling me to open wide.  He pretended my mouth was a hanger and the fork an airplane trying to fly in.  After the first few tentative bites, he started the “planes” coming even faster, until my mouth was stuffed with food.

 

I tried to wave off more, but he seemed determined to shove as much food into my mouth as he could.  I started losing some dribbles of food from my mouth each time he tried to shovel more in.  By this time, his companions were really having a good time at my expense, laughing uproariously.  I could even hear snickers coming from surrounding tables as the spectacle became general entertainment.

 

I was sitting on his left side, and as he fed me with his right hand, his left remained in my lap, caressing my thigh.  I was aware of its movement as he moved his hand to my crotch, pushing against my mound and even depressing a finger into my slit.  I hadn’t moved my own had.  I just let it lay in his lap.  I could feel his cock hardening up, but I tried to ignore it.

 

As he put the next load of mac &cheese in my mouth, I heard his whisper just beside my ear, “Move your hand Steph.  Give me a nice hand job, … or else.” the threat in his tone obvious. 

 

Frightened, my hand grabbed his cock through his pants and started squeezing it and moving up and down on it.  He quickly swelled under my touch.  And wouldn’t you know, the egg started up again during all this. 

 

Bits of lima bean and even macaroni and cheese were dribbling from my mouth to fall on my sweater and the table in front of me.  I tried to concentrate on chewing, swallowing and gulping food, all while my pussy was beginning to heat up again from dual assaults: the egg inside, and his hand on top, separated from my crotch only by my tight jeans. 

 

Needless to say, lunch was pure hell.  I was being molested under the table by Todd, who was publicly humiliating me by his feeding technique, leaving me a mess.  The egg made an uncomfortable experience even worse. 

 

Taking my mind off my own hell, I suddenly felt the cock in my hand stiffen and start to spasm beneath my hand.  Todd got a funny look on his face for a minute and smiled.  He whispered in my ear to just keep rubbing his cock.  I was thinking, ‘Gross, he just spewed cum in his pants.’

 

When finally Todd had finished stuffing my face, he made sure I was aware I had bitts of food all over me.  The stuff around my mouth, he used his fingers to insert in my mouth, making me lick his fingers clean.  I could still feel drying bean juice, pork chop grease, and cheese sticking to my cheeks, even when he was done.  I just knew my sweater front was just as messy.

 

“Watch out for the teachers, guys, while I finish cleaning her up.”

 

Next, I felt his tongue licking my right cheek, his right hand now hold my chin and moving it so his tongue could access different parts of my face.  He finished by licking my lips with his gross tongue, finishing in a sloppy, food-flavored kiss.

 

After lunch came gym class.  We were doing gymnastics.  The coach said that just because I couldn’t see well, didn’t mean I couldn’t still dress out and participate.  There was no doctor’s note excusing me.  I wouldn’t have to do any vaulting or anything, but I could spend the class stretching and doing floor exercises.

 

First, of course, I had to dress out.  That meant removing my street clothes and putting on a sports bra and T-shirt, gym shoes, and the baggy shorts we wore that only came a few inches below our crotch.  My worry was losing the egg without the aid of the tight jeans I’d been wearing.  Would anyone see my tattoo or belly piercing?  Also, once those jeans were off, I could smell my aroused pussy!  Could anyone else?  I pulled the shorts up as far as possible to both help keep things tight in my crotch as well as help to hide my tattoo.  Of course, I changed facing my locker, hoping no one could see anything.  No one said anything so I figured I was safe. 

 

The teacher wanted me to work on flexibility as the rest of the class practiced vaulting.  The reaching and stretching was no big deal, but when it came time to do the splits, putting my legs out to the side, then laying forward and reaching out as far as I could with my arms, I had a problem.  I was worried that if I opened my legs that far, the egg would just pop out and slip out of my shorts in front of everyone.

 

I kept trying to keep my legs closed as much as possible.  When the teacher noticed and said something to me about it, I used the excuse of cramps.  In the middle of my efforts to do these ‘half’ splits, the egg turned on again.  There I was with my legs apart and trying to keep that little sucker inside me, and it starts vibrating on me, threatening to vibrate right out of my little hole.

 

I even tried to disguise my efforts to hump the gym mat with my attempts to do the splits.  No one said anything, so I guess no one noticed.  Finally, we were told to hit the showers.  Fortunately, at our school the girl’s locker room didn’t use the old ‘gang’ shower system.  We had individual shower stalls with curtains.  That way, no one need see my personal ‘additions.’  It was good to clean away the signs of my aroused pussy.  I made sure to clean my mouth and chin of any lunchtime remnants as well. 

 

Standing there in the shower, I thought seriously of taking Dave’s little ‘present’ out of me.  But it was a gift which he’d done to be nice (or so I naively allowed myself to believe).  Also, I recalled his words about how it needed to stay wet or it would shut off.  I decided to keep it in and bear with it.  Maybe I’d get lucky and it would let me get off.  Unfortunately, when I redressed, I had to put my now damp and smelly jeans back on, safely covering my tattoo.

 

As I was reaching up for something in my locker, my sweater slid up my torso.  All of a sudden, one of my classmates, whose voice was right next to me blurted out in shock.

 

“STEPH!  You got your BELLY PIERCED!”

 

“What?” I said, having no idea who it was or how to respond.  I jerked my hands down to pull my sweater back down to cover my stomach.

 

“Look girls.” the voice said.  I felt my hands quickly bundled together in someone’s hand and lifted over my head.  Another hand grabbed the bottom of my sweater and I felt it lifted to the bottom of my breasts, exposing my entire stomach.

 

I heard other voices now.  And laughter.  They were making fun of ‘little Miss Innocent’ looking like a slut.  For some reason, it was ‘cool’ when one of ‘them’ got a belly ring, but when I did it, I was a slut.  I tried pulling my hands down, but they were held tight.  A hand came from somewhere and I felt someone pulling on the ring attached to the stud. 

 

“Is this like a nose-ring?  Is this to pull you around?” laughed one of the girls.  I felt pressure on the ring and I had no choice but to follow as it was tugged by someone.

 

As I was being pulled forward, I used the chance to pull my hands lose and tried to use them to free my belly ring.  The girl holding the ring though, just jerked it forward, until I felt her breath on my nose. 

 

“Put your hands down girl.” her voice told me menacingly.

 

Having gotten used to obeying commands, I did as she told me.  I felt my hands being pulled behind me and some soft elastic material, like maybe a hair squeegee, was used to tie them. 

 

In the jerking around, my hair was now in front of my shoulders.  I didn’t realize it at first, but they were now close enough to see my ‘collar’ for what it was.

 

“Hey girls, look at this.” A voice said behind me.  “This isn’t a choker, it’s a dog collar!”

 

“Why is she wearing a DOG COLLAR?” another voice asked.

 

“I think little Miss Innocent is into something kinky.”

 

Everybody was laughing as I was again pulled forward.  I guess they thought it funny to pull a virtually blind girl around by a ring sticking through her belly.

 

The experience didn’t really last very long as they led me into a bench and I was sent sprawling across the floor.  I was able to twist enough to fall on my side, but I’m sure I bruised my shoulder on the floor and my shin on the bench.  The room just erupted in laughter as I lay there on the floor crying.  Somehow, the impact had knocked my hands free and I moved them to cover my face in humiliation.

 

The voices of my classmates drifted away as some of them said, “Loser.” and “princess slut.”

 

Todd was waiting for me outside the locker room at the end of class.  Unfortunately, so was my teacher.  She gave a note to Todd to give to my parents, telling him to make sure my mother got it.  Todd assured her that wouldn’t be a problem and told her goodbye.  Neither of them paid any attention to the tears I was trying to dry from my eyes.

 

“Come on Stephanie, let’s get you to your last class.” Todd said as he put his arm around me, and guided me away from the gym.  Though there was no opportunity to grope my breasts or kiss me as he’d done earlier, he did manage a squeeze of my butt again as he pushed me into the classroom.  Naturally, I wasn’t about to tell him, or anyone else, what happened in the locker room.

 

During my last class, the egg went off thee times.  All through the day, in between attacks of the egg, I started expecting the next one, never sure when it would come and this excited me too.  I started wanting the attacks to last longer, hoping they would send me over the edge, but it never lasted long enough.  Just as I was about to feel like I could cum, the vibrations would cease. 

 

As it was approaching maximum, the teacher picked that moment to ask me a question. 

 

“Stephanie, can you tell us what the capital of Russia is?”

 

All I could really say was something like, “Uh uh aaah.”  Several of my fellow students chuckled, thinking I didn’t know the capital of the country we’d been talking about since before Christmas break.

 

Another student piped up, “Moscow.”

 

“That’s correct, John.  And Stephanie, since you’ve forgotten that, I expect a page tomorrow on the basic geopolitical situation in Russia.”

 

But I didn’t really hear her.  My mind was between my legs at the moment.  During the second one, the teacher noticed my white knuckles clenching the desk and the shaking of my body.  In front of the whole class, she asked if there was a problem.  All I could do was shake my head. 

 

As the third attack started, I was really having a problem sitting still.  My whole body shook and I’m sure I was flushed as I could feel perspiration forming on my upper lip.  I wanted to cum so bad.  My poor pussy needed relief, but there was nothing I could do.  Fortunately, the teacher must not have noticed anything.

 

Todd met me after class.  I was still in a daze, with a longing between my legs as he took me to my locker, and out to the parking lot.  We met Dave who was waiting for us.  As Todd opened the door for me to get in, he had me pause long enough to give me one last french kiss as a goodbye.  In the process, he managed to grope my breasts and squeeze my butt.  He didn’t quit until Dave interrupted.

 

“Okay Steph, stop making out with your new boyfriend and get in the car.”

 

Todd chuckled, gave my breast a final squeeze and put me in the car, fastening my seatbelt around me.

 

“Thanks Dave.  You were right about her, she IS a hot little slut.  I’ll bet she was wet all day.” Todd said with a laugh.  “Oh, her gym teacher gave me this note to give to your mom.” 

 

Now, people I went to school with were beginning to think I was a slut.  Oh, why was this happening?

 

After we started off, Dave told me he was glad I was getting along with my boyfriend.  He even suggested that I might need to work out a date with Todd sometime.  I just cringed.  My reputation was already on a crash dive, just having been seen with him in school, not to mention what the girls would be saying about my belly ring and collar.  I couldn’t WAIT till tomorrow to see what the rumor mill would be saying.

 

The egg went off again on the ride home.  While it was going into maximum, I moved my hand down to rub between my legs.  Dave saw me and told me to keep my hands away from there.  I just screwed my eyes shut and held my books tight against me, holding my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.  I was really feeling the need for release. 

  

As if for good measure, the egg went off yet again as Dave was helping me out of the car.  Fortunately, I was able to into the house before it got to full power.  I fell to my knees as the ecstasy drove into my pussy.  I literally cried when it stopped.  By then, I wanted to cum so bad I couldn’t stand it.

 

“Good girl, you’re on your knees already.  Just leave your books there by the door and crawl on into the living room.” Dave said.

 

As I struggled to follow his voice through the familiar house, I tried to recover from the last attack of that evil egg.  Coming into the living room, I assumed the presentation position as he paced a little.

 

“Normal position.” he said and I rose up and assumed that position.  He could tell something was bothering me, and I’m sure he knew what it was, because he said, “The slut may speak.”

 

I said the only thing that was on my mind.  “Master, please may I cum!  I need it so bad.” 

 

He just laughed at me and said, “I just bet you do.  I’m glad you liked my present.  I’m sure it made the day more interesting being stimulated a little.  But you know what?  I don’t think you should cum right now.  Maybe later.  But I don’t think you deserve it.  You’ve been a bad girl today.”

 

“But Master, I’ve tried to be good.” I said desperately.  “I was good to Todd, I’ve done what you told me, I kept the egg in…”

<SLAP> resounded as his hand struck my face with moderate force, shutting off my tirade.  He went and sat on the couch.

 

“I didn’t say that you could fill that mouth of yours with words.  However, since your master has been thinking all day about how close you’d be by the time you got home and how much you’d want to cum, I’ve gotten pretty excited myself.  So my little cocksucker, I want you to suck me off real good… and you’d better keep those hands behind your back!”

 

“But don’t you still have your pants on, Master?”

 

“Of course, so I guess you’ll have to use your mouth to undress me.”

 

Immensely frustrated, I crawled on my knees toward his voice, my hands held behind my back.  I moved until my nose met the jeans on his leg.  Being that close, I found where his hard cock pushed against the fabric of his pants.  I used my teeth to work his belt out of the buckle and then pulled it until it released.  It must have taken me five minutes to release the snap on his pants, but I finally got it. 

 

The zipper took another few minutes.  I used my tongue to push up the zip tab and grabbed it with my teeth.  It took a couple of tries as the zip tab kept sliding out of my teeth, but I got it down with a feeling of triumph.  He helpfully raised his butt off the couch as I tugged his pants off him a little at a time, holding the cuff with my teeth.  A couple more minutes and I’d gotten his shorts off too, though the taste and smell of small amounts of urine assaulted me in the process.  It was an effort not to gag. 

 

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock.  Just as I did, the egg started going off once again.  I hadn’t seen him take the remote from his pocket before I removed his pants.  He’d turned it on low power.  It wasn’t increasing in intensity yet, but it didn’t stop either. 

 

“Do it slow.” he said.  “Show me your talent.”

 

Moving my face forward until his cock hit my cheek, I moved my lips to it and kissed the tip very gently.  I licked the head like a Popsicle and then blew on the skin, then licked further up the shaft, blowing when the skin was wet with my saliva, teasing his cock.  Sometimes, I’d take the shaft in my mouth sideways, and play my tongue and moistened lips down the sides of his hot and throbbing meat.

 

After a few minutes of this, I took the tip into my mouth, playing with his pisshole with my tongue.  I heard him groan in pleasure as he placed his hands on either side of my head, trying to push me further onto his cock.  But he had told me to take it slow and I was doing my best to do so.  Also, I had a feeling of a little vengeance, making him wait like he’d been making me wait all day. 

 

My tongue swirled around his dick as I slowly put more and more of it inside my mouth, pulling off him ever so often and sucking on his flaming hot rod as it withdrew from my mouth.  He was still trying to push himself more fully into me, but if he pushed to hard, I’d use a little teeth pressure on him to keep him from moving too fast.

 

“Geez, you’re so beautiful with a cock in your mouth.  It makes me hot just watching you.”

 

All of a sudden, the egg, which had been buzzing gently away inside my pussy, went up a couple of notches.  It became harder to concentrate on him as my attention became divided.  I wanted so bad to touch myself.  I would have begged Dave to touch me if my mouth wasn’t so full.  I wanted some kind of satisfaction for my poor pussy. 

 

When my actions on his cock slowed down to much, he slapped my head, telling me to keep going and I’d try to bring my attention back to the task he’d set me to.  I was moaning and groaning along with him as both of our arousals grew.  I was getting more and more horny.  The egg wouldn’t quit.  It was driving me crazy, the egg kept buzzing away inside me, keeping me excited, but it wasn’t enough to send me over the edge. 

 

Just as he was about to cum, I felt the egg go to full power again.  Dave came in my mouth with several powerful blasts of his cock.  His cum hit against the back of my throat like hot lava erupting from Vesuvius.  It just made me want to cum more.  My pussy was screaming for release.  Just as I was about to cum, the egg stopped. 

 

My mouth still full of his cum, I opened and let his cock slip out as I screamed my frustration.  Cum bubbled from the corners of my lips as I begged him for release.

 

“Please, Master, please may I cum.” I pleaded with him, words almost indiscernible, spoken with cum foam squashing around my tongue.

 

“Did I hear you say something without being asked?”

 

“I’m sorry Master, I just really need to cum.” I spoke, whining, still swallowing cum and trying to clear my mouth.

 

“Clean me slut.” he ordered.

 

Sobbing over my frustrated almost-orgasm, Dave’s cock went soft and I licked it clean as the itching in my pussy went on despite the quiet egg.  I took him back into my mouth, and spent a couple of minutes sucking and licking cum from his limp shaft.  He talked to me as I finished my task.

 

“There’s no excuse for breaking the rules slut, and you know it.  Let’s see now, you woke me up this morning, you took too long in your shower, you failed to properly present yourself, you closed your door this morning (didn’t think I knew about that one, did you?), and now, you’ve spoken out of turn.  You keep forgetting to ask to suck me off and you never say thank you.  You’re not remembering you lessons, slut.  You realize you get twenty swats per offense, don’t you?  I think this is so going to hurt.”

 

I just hung my head and cried, denied release and now looking at a list of rule breakings I hadn’t even thought about.  I’d known he was going to punish me, but I hadn’t counted all those offenses.  And what was wrong with closing my door?  I knew it was well over one hundred swats now.  I didn’t know if I could take all that many.

 

“That’s like 140 swats,” Dave said, “and only if I don’t count the number of times you’ve not said please and thank you.  Now go crawl up to your room, take your clothes off and then crawl back down here.  Remember, if you touch yourself without permission, you’ll be in BIG trouble.”

 

Feeling utterly worthless, I said, “Yes sir.”  I turned and began crawling away, my pussy still on fire from the egg while at the same time I was crying and trembling in fear of the punishment to come.  I was able to feel my way fairly easily on hands and knees in my own house.  Once I’d gotten to my room, I removed my clothes and laid them on the bed.

 

Once I’d crawled downstairs again, I moved to the living room and lowered myself to the presentation position; hands on the floor in front of me and my forehead resting on the floor behind my hands.  As I crouched there, he came over and started feeling up my butt.  Feeling him grope me, I held my hands together to keep from moving them to my crotch to get myself off like I wanted to.  I tried to imagine them tied and helpless. 

 

As I waited, naked, for whatever was to come next, I tried to pull myself together.  That’s a hard thing to do, virtually blind, with my pussy aching and an upcoming 140 or so whacks on my butt.  I just couldn’t imagine that many.  I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week!  I was able to stop crying, but it seemed I could already feel my rear starting to burn… just in anticipation.

 

“Need to use the toilet?” he asked, seemingly concerned. 

 

Now that he mentioned it, I realized I did.  So I said, “Yes Master, please may I use the toilet?”

 

“Sure sweetie.” he said.  He pulled my head up by my hair and attached the leash to my collar.  He pulled on the leash, forcing me to follow along behind him, but he wasn’t moving me toward the bathroom. 

 

I heard a door open, which I knew had to be the door into our backyard.  He pulled me toward the open door.  I didn’t want to go outside naked and crawling on all fours.  I hesitated, pulling back on the leash, but he ignored my silent protest and kept pulling me until I was through the door.

 

Now I was outside, completely naked.  Though I knew our backyard was surrounded by a privacy fence, I was not at all happy with being naked outside the house on hands and knees.  I started whimpering a little, wondering what was going on.

 

Soon, the patio concrete disappeared from below me and I felt the grass.  He pulled me until we were a considerable distance from the house and finally stopped.

 

“Okay slut.  Here we are.  Go ahead and do your business.”

 

I finally got it.  He wanted me to relieve myself OUTSIDE, in the grass of our backyard.  I started to protest and felt a sharp jerk on the lease, the collar choking back any sound I was about to make.

 

I just stayed there for a minute or so.  I couldn’t possibly do this.  Dave came behind me and kicked my knees apart until they was almost eighteen inches between my knees. 

 

“Do it now, or not at all.  Of course, if you piss yourself later, there’ll be hell to pay.”

 

I had no choice.  I needed to pee.  I knew I couldn’t just hold it in forever.  I concentrated on relaxing my bladder, while still holding the vibrator inside my naked and open pussy.  At this point, it was good I couldn’t really see Dave – or anyone else.  I squatted down as far as I could, my crotch barely touching the grass.  It took me another couple of minutes, but finally I let it go and my bladder squirted urine onto the grass.  Now I really felt like a dog. 

 

When I was finished, Dave moved me forward about a few feet, then told me to put my pussy on the ground and clean myself off by rubbing my “cunt” on the grass.  With tears flowing in renewed humiliation, I did as commanded.

 

“Good slut.” he said, petting my head.  He pulled me back into the house, let the leash fall to the floor and told me to crawl up to my room and wait for him.

 

I did, crying all the way up.  When I got there, I turned and faced the door, assuming the presentation position, awaiting his arrival.

 

“That’s not a bad position to start in.” he said, “Now let’s go ahead and get things warmed up with your first 20.”

 

I wanted to be good like he’d told me so I remembered to be polite and said, “Please Master, please punish me for being bad.”

 

“That’s better, my little slut.  It won’t stop what you’ve got coming, but at least you’ve stopped being a bad slut – for the time being.  Now try not to disturb the neighbors so I don’t have to gag you.”

 

He immediately started raining down swats on my butt.  I think he was hitting me as hard as he could.  Each blow felt like he was hitting me with a two by four.  After five, I was crying again.  Now he paused a few seconds after each one, letting my butt recover just a little, and varied his pauses so I never knew quite when he’d hit me.  After ten, I started to whimper and gasp each time his palm met my butt. 

 

One advantage, I couldn’t feel my itching pussy anymore, there was too much pain in my butt to feel much of anything else.  My hands were clutching the carpet of my floor, trying to hold onto something.  My mouth was glued to the carpet, so my screams would be silent.  I don’t think I’d ever felt such pain before, well, I guess the belt was worse, but he didn’t hit me as many times.  With each blow, I felt like he was trying to push me across the floor.

 

After fifteen, the egg started again, at about a medium level, letting me feel it, but nowhere near enough to for an orgasm.  Even though each blow hurt like hell, the pleasure my pussy was feeling again helped take my mind off the pain.  Finally, he stopped. 

 

“That’s your first twenty.” he said.  When he’d finished, he stayed beside me, rubbing his hand over my sore butt.

 

It was hard to talk at all, but I knew I had to.  “Thank you Master for punishing me.”

 

“You’re welcome, slut.  I think we’ll settle on a total of 150, seeing as how until recently you kept forgetting your manners.”

 

“P..P… Please M…Master, I…I can’t take 150!  Please!  I…I’ll do anything you w…want, just please don’t hit me so much!”

 

“Sounds like you’re telling me, NO, slut.”

 

“Oh Master, I’m not telling you no, I’m just asking… I’m begging you… Please don’t hit me anymore.”

 

“Stop squirming around so much.  Stay still.  Or do you have a problem?” he asked.

 

If I could go any redder, I’m sure I did.  “I’m sorry Master.  My … my p…pussy itches so bad.  I neeeeed to cum!”

 

“I told you before, only goodie goodie little girls have pussies.  You have a cunt!” he said sternly.

 

“Please Master, my cunt itches.  Please let me cum.  I’ll do anything you say.  Just don’t hit me anymore and let me cum!”

 

“Okay, hmmmm… I’m don’t think you’ve earned the right to do that yet.  But what will you do if I limit your swats to… say… 50?”

 

“Anything Master, please.”

 

“Anything?” he asked.  “Maybe it’s time to take our relationship farther.  Maybe you want me to put my cock someplace besides your mouth?”

It took a moment for me to realize what he was saying.  I gasped as it dawned on me. 

 

“WHAT!??” I said, thinking, he wants to fuck me?  I was a virgin!  I was saving myself.  Fresh tears leaped into my eyes at the thought.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known things were headed that way, but had refused to ever consciously consider it.

 

“N… No…No.” I stammered, straightening my body up so I was erect on my knees.  “You wouldn’t.  I couldn’t.”

 

“Oh well.” he said, pushing my head back to the floor.  “Let’s get on with it then.” And with one hand, he held my head to the floor and with the other, resumed his merciless spanking of my butt.

 

Crying and sobbing, I shuddered at the thought of him putting his thing in my virgin pussy.  I hadn’t even considered having sex with anyone, much less my own brother when I was but fourteen years old! 

 

As I thought of the implications of allowing him to do it to me, screaming each time he hit me, the egg stepped up another notch.  In my own mind, my pussy was screaming as loudly as those coming from my throat.  My pussy had been denied for almost twenty-four hours and was demanding attention, but I didn’t think I could let him do it.

 

After another ten painful swats, he paused again and rubbed my butt.  His had caressed my globes and would occasionally dip between my legs and rub my mound, slipping across my soaking and throbbing pussy.

 

“You heard me slut.  Or are you saying your mouth isn’t too good to take my cock, but your cunt is?  You still wanna play high and mighty.  YOU!  A cocksucking slut.  Now who owns you slut?”

 

I was feeling like a total shit.  How low did he want me to go?  “You do, Master.”

 

“That’s right.  Who owns your mouth, slut?”

 

“You do, Master.”

 

“And who owns your tits?”

 

“You do, Master.”

 

“And who owns this ass?” he asked while squeezing my left butt cheek.

 

“You do, Master.”

 

“That’s right, slut.”  And with that he resumed the spanking for another ten swats, bringing me to a total of forty.  My butt hurt like never before.  I knew I’d not be able to sit for a week.  I just knew it would kill me if he kept it up anymore.

 

“Now… try not to strain your cocksucking brain, but who do you think owns your cunt?”

 

“You do, Master.” I said, sobbing freely now.  My pussy, er… cunt, was something I didn’t want him to own and it scared me to even think about it.

 

“Very good, slut.  Now I can take your cunt anytime I want to… it’s mine to fuck, to tease, to suck, or whatever I like.”  As he said this, his finger dipped into my hole, playing with the egg snuggled just inside me, beating away and keeping just shy of cumming.  Between the pain in my backside and the throbbing in my cunt, I couldn’t think.  I was just feeling animal passions.  My humanity seemed to have deserted me.  It almost didn’t matter what he did, so long as he stopped hitting me and let me cum.

 

“You cum when I say you cum.  You piss when I tell you to piss.  You eat what and when I tell you to eat.  And you will fuck when and whom I tell you to.  Got that slut?”

 

“Yes, Master.”  I sobbed, wondering what he meant by “…who I tell you to fuck.”  I didn’t like this conversation at all.

 

“Now, your master is a nice guy and inclined to forgive this little show of resistance – to a point.  But now, rather than a total of fifty, you have an additional forty coming to you.  If you want more, fine.  If not, then you’d better start begging.  I might even let you cum.”

 

I just don’t think I could take 150 swats.  The forty he’d given me already were still a fire on my rear.  Besides, it sounded like he was going to fuck me sooner or later anyway.  I may as well get some benefit from it, especially if he was going to let me cum.  That was all I’d thought about since he’d first put the egg in me.

 

“Okay Master,” I said sobbing in defeat, fear and humiliation, “You… you… can f…fuck me.”

 

“I’m afraid your enthusiasm is a little lacking, but okay, maybe I will,” he said with his hand rubbing my sore butt, “but only after your punishment is complete.”

 

He kneeled beside me and lifted me up off my hands and put his arms around me.  “I love you so much Steph.  I want you to be the best you can be.  You have to learn to be true to yourself and obedient to others.  I’m trying hard to teach you.  I’m not letting you cum right now because you have to learn to put your own needs behind the needs of others.

 

“Now, I think Mike would like to witness this.  You need to learn a little humility and he showed a lot of interest in it yesterday.  I heard Mike come in a few minutes ago so go crawl yourself to his bedroom door, assume your normal position and when he allows you to open the door, ask him to come see you get your naked ass spanked for being such a bad girl today.”

 

I groaned.  Again, I was to be humiliated.  This time in front of my other brother.  I crawled to Mike’s room and knocked on his door.  He called out to come in.  I opened the door and knelt in the entrance in my normal position, completely nude except for my beet red skin, to give my speech.  I could imagine his jaw dropping as the sight in his doorway as I heard a gasp from where he sat.

 

“Mike, would you like to come to my room to witness me get my naked ass spanked?  I’ve been a bad girl and have to be punished.”  My face felt like it was burning almost as much as my rear. 

 

“WOW!.. uh… um…. why, sure little sis.  I’d be happy to come witness your punishment.”  I heard him following closely behind me as I crawled back to my room and presented myself to where I could make out Dave’s outline.

 

Dave told me to stand up as Mike joined us.  “She has another forty swats coming to her.” he said.  “Actually, she started out with more, but I’ve already given her forty.  Let’s be creative and do it with her standing up.  We’ll even let you give em to her, Mike.” 

 

I thought I’d die of embarrassment, standing there with no clothes on in front of both of my brothers.  I wondered what was going through Mike’s mind right then.

 

“Alright, I’m going to put your arms around my neck to give her something to hold onto.  Steph, you keep them there, and put your feet on the outside of mine.”  I had to feel with my feet where his were.  They were pretty widely spread, making my legs spread even further.  My crotch was forced into his crotch and I felt his ramrod hard cock against my groin. 

 

He whispered in my ear, “Do you have anything to say slut… nice and loud now so Mike can hear.”

 

So I summoned up my courage and said, “Mike, would you please punish me for being a bad girl and spank my … ass?”

 

Mike laughed and said, “Ooooo yeah.  Why sure, sweetie.  My pleasure.  My, don’t you have a beautiful red ass.  It sounds like she’s learning anyway.”

 

Dave took his left hand, placed it in the small of my back and pulled me tight into his crotch.  Mike then let me have my first wack.  It was hard, but not as hard as Mike had hit me earlier.  But it shoved me right into Dave’s cock.  I was glad he was wearing pants. 

 

He whispered in my ear, “MMMMmmmmm… that feels so good slut.”  I could feel the egg, driving my pussy crazy.  I was actually pressing my pussy up against his cock.  It was just not enough to get me off.

 

Then Mike really started to hit me.  He didn’t rub me like Dave did, but kept hitting me without letup.  Each time he hit me, I’d gasp or say, “Mmmfff!”  He was still not hitting quite as hard as Dave did, but it was plenty hard, as if he was angry with me and was using the spanking to get out long pent-up aggressions.  Each time he hit me, my pussy would jam up onto Dave’s jean-covered cock.  He was teasing my clit as he pushed against me. 

 

It kept getting more and more painful, until by maybe the tenth swat, I yelped pretty loud. 

 

“Oooo, getting painful, eh?” asked Mike, facetiously, apparently enjoying himself.

 

“Yes!” I cried.  He continued and if anything, tried spanking me even harder.  By the fifteenth, I started to scream loud.  When I did it again on the sixteenth, he paused and asked Mike if he could get a pair of socks to keep me quiet.  I just held onto his neck and cried as Mike said “Sure.”

 

Mike soon returned and Dave pulled my head back by my hair and said, “Open wide.”  When I did, he stuffed what must have been smelly gym socks in my mouth.  It tasted awful!  He stuffed so much in there, I couldn’t push it out if I’d wanted to.  Well, I certainly wanted to, but didn’t dare.

 

He gave me my last four standing spanks and then Dave moved me so that I lay across Mike’s lap.  I was to hold my hands behind my back with my left hand holding my right wrist.  Mike wasted no time starting to strike my butt again.  He had more leverage now and his swats were more painful.  As his hand met the flesh of my butt cheeks and the pain registered in my brain, I screamed into my gag and my body arched backwards as if I could move my butt through his legs and out of the way of his hand.  This also served to move my hands more toward my butt.  When he hit me the fifth time in this position, my right hand convulsively jerked down to cover my butt.  I moved it back quickly, but Dave stopped us.

 

Using what felt like another sock, Dave tied my wrists together, explaining to Mike how it “just wouldn’t do” for me to me getting my hands in the way.  Mike just chuckled.  He seemed to have no sympathy for my situation at all.

 

Having prevented me from reaching my butt, Dave told Mike to continue with the spanking.  After the tenth stroke in this position, which was really my seventieth, the pain was so unbearable, I was squirming around trying to avoid the blows.  I wasn’t consciously TRYING to avoid them, it was more instinctive.  And it didn’t help that the vibrator was driving my pussy wild, causing a good part of the twitching, even through the pain I was experiencing.  Anyway, Dave joined Mike on the bed so he could hold down my legs and prevent most of my squirming around.  

 

With both of them holding me down, my spanking continued.  Dave seemed to enjoy holding my legs.  He wasn’t holding them together either.  He kept my ankles as far apart as he could and still keep hold of me.  I could feel his hands wandering up and down my calves whenever I wasn’t jerking them around. 

 

Each time he hit me, my pussy… no… my cunt, was pushed down onto Mike’s lap.  I could feel the aroused cock inside his pants.  Unconsciously, I used the slaps to push down harder, humping myself on his bulge.  I was desperate to cum.  I just couldn’t make it happen though.

 

At last, it was over.  I lay there sobbing and screaming into my gag, my tears now running freely from my face.  I was panting and squirming.  I could not stop moving my hips and butt.  It seemed I was being assaulted from two different directions.  My pussy was buzzing away giving me pleasure while my butt was on fire with pain.  The contrast of pleasure and pain on opposite sides of my body caused me to twitch around like I had ants in my non-existent pants.

 

I managed to say, “Tha… Th…  Thank you for punishing me.”  Dave and Mike both laughed at me.  As if my embarrassment wasn’t complete, Mike noticed the dampness on his pants. 

 

“She’s WET!” he said.  “The slutty bitch is wet!  She’s got her juices all over my pants.  Do you think she enjoyed that?  WOW – the things you learn about your own sister!”  I just sobbed more.

 

“Well let’s leave her to recover a little, shall we?” Dave said.  He helped me off Mike’s lap, then laid me on the bed as Mike got up.  He removed my gag since I’d stopped screaming, but he tied my wrists to the headboard.  As Mike left, Dave brought my ankles together and tied my ankles together with some of my own pantyhose he found in the hamper.  He commented about doing the “nice” thing and turned me on my stomach so I “wouldn’t have to lay on my sore ass.”  He walked out and closed the door, telling me he’d be back in a while. 

 

I just lay on the bed crying.  I’d never been hurt so bad in my life.  I’d never be able to sit down again.  My butt was probably going to be bruised for weeks and swollen twice its size.  How would I sit through school tomorrow, or would he even let me go?

 

I lay there sobbing, humiliated, exhausted, filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, broken into submission by my brother.  I feared him and what he could do to me.  I dreaded the next time he came in when he’d probably rape my virginity.  What had happened to my life?  There was no place where I was allowed to be ME anymore.  I was so tired and just wanted to sleep so bad.  I wanted to escape to Neverland.  I might have been able to doze, but the egg in my pussy was gradually gaining my attention again as the pain in my butt subsided to a duller throbbing.  I hadn’t noticed, but it had been turned down to a lower setting, still keeping me aroused, but nowhere near enough to satisfy me.  Restrained as I was, there was little I could do about it, though I did find myself trying to hump my crotch into the mattress. 

 

It wasn’t enough.  As my butt fire receded to glowing embers – so long as I kept it still – my pussy continued a slow spin.  I knew it would never get me off, but the continuous buzzing was starting to drive me nuts.  I arched my back, trying to get my hands far enough down to reach my pussy, but of course it didn’t work. 

 

I’m not sure how long I lay there.  Tears of pain turned to tears of sexual frustration.  Eventually, I didn’t really fell my butt anymore, my pussy was demanding all of my attention.  It would have looked pretty funny to anyone watching me writhe around on the bed, trying to find some lump of bedding or anything that would increase the pressure against my clit so I could have some relief. 

 

The next thing I knew, my bedroom door was opened and I could tell someone stood there.  A whiff of perfume and I knew my mother was standing in the door, staring down at me squirming on the bed naked, my butt beat to a pulp, with my ankles and wrists restrained.  I froze.

 

“Well isn’t this a sight?” she said, “Our little girl is laying in bed after being punished, still trying to get herself off.  That’s just disgusting.  I thought I’d raised you better than this.”  I broke into renewed sobs. 

 

“Mom…” I sobbed, begging, “Please make him let me go.”

 

“Why?  When you’re obviously enjoying your predicament.”

 

“Mom, I just don’t think any of us, including her, realized just how much of slut she really is inside.” Dave said.  “I know you raised her to be a good girl.”

 

“I AM a good girl!  Mommy!  Please!  He’s hurting me!  And he’s been making me do sex stuff and …”

 

“That’s enough young lady.  I could tell just then how he’s “making” you do sex stuff.  You seem hungry for it, you little slut.  And a little pain is probably good for you.  Maybe it should have happened a long time ago.  Well Dave, I think I’m done with the little bitch.” Mom said, “Do what you want with her, Dave.  She doesn’t act like MY daughter.  She’s all yours.  Maybe a few more spankings every day will help.  Oh,…” <chuckle> “and I like her tied up.  She needs to learn she can’t do as she pleases, not even play with herself.”

 

“Anything you say, Mom.” Dave said. 

 

“And make sure she does more of the cleaning up around here.  Time she learns to take care of others rather than thinking someone else is going to do all the work.  Well, I’ll be out for the night so I’ll see you kids tomorrow afternoon.  Stephanie, I want you to listen to your brother and do what he tells you, and if you don’t, he has free rein to deal with you.” With that, I heard my mother depart, leaving me to the tortures of my eldest brother. 

 

Though while she was standing there, I’d tried my best to lay still, I know I was still squirming a little.  Now, with her gone, my pussy seemed to need even more attention and I started really squirming around again.

 

Dave came in and leaned down over me, whispering, “You tried to rat me out, you little bitch.  Just for that, you’re going to squirm for a LONG time.  And I think you’re only relief will be when my cock is inside you.”  Then he patted my butt and left, closing the door behind him. 

 

I cried.

 

I wasn’t even aware that I’d fallen asleep.  I woke when felt someone messing around my pussy.  It was Dave.  He’d turned me over and was removing the egg, which had apparently run out of battery juice.  At last, my pussy was quiet!  I didn’t know what time it was, but I was starving!  I didn’t say anything though.  I heard Dave fussing with the vibrator and then started putting it inside me again.  I shook my head and tried to squirm away.  He slapped my pussy – hard – and I was quickly reminded of the consequences of disobedience as I screamed in shock and pain.  He finished getting it in again, not that it was too hard as wet as I was still.  I’d been wet for so long I couldn’t believe I had any juices left.  The whole room smelled of sex. 

 

“How about we change the setting for you.” he said.  “We’ll just use another progressive program, but it won’t give you the long breaks you had earlier today at school.”  A minute later, the egg went off in my pussy again.  It was on the lowest setting though.  Dave just sat on my bed and watched as it cycled through.  It stayed on level one for five minutes, then went to level two for another five minutes.  By the time these ten minutes were over, my juices were flowing freely again and my now sensitive pussy was itching like mad.  I could feel my arousal mounting quickly. 

 

Finishing with level two, it progressed to level three.  I starting squirming around again as it intensified.  This lasted about three minutes – I was getting really hot between my legs.  I couldn’t help but keep trying to push my pussy into the mattress.  I heard Dave chuckling.  Then it went all the way to level four (the highest) and I started going ape.  I thrashed around, moaning, crying, and begging for release.  “Please Dave, please, yes… yes… let me cum!”

 

<SLAP!> was the next thing I knew as his had slapped my right breast.  <SLAP!> as he hit my left breast. 

 

“Want more?” he asked.  “Remember my name is “Master.’”

 

“I’m sorry Master, I’m sorry.” I gushed as my pussy grew close to a climax.

 

Suddenly, the vibrator turned off.  Only thirty seconds at level four.  I was sooooo close!  I just couldn’t quite cum.  I cried some more and begged ‘Master’ to let me cum.  But he just sat there, chuckling.

 

Another five minutes and it started all over again.  I panicked, crying for Dave not to do this to me… begging him to let me cum.  He stood there, shook his head and came over to release my ankles.  It was wonderful to stretch and bend my legs, and then he released my hands as well, telling me not to touch my cunt. 

 

He pulled me off the bed and I got to my hands and knees again on the floor, facing him.  He removed the leash and backed up from me a bit. 

 

“I’ve been thinking about Mike.  At first, I didn’t want him involved in what you and I are doing, but I don’t think you can become trained right if Mike is kept in the dark.  I think he needs to know what’s going on and be involved when he’s around here.  Now, you’ve made Mike very horny and I think you should do something about it.  Why don’t you crawl into his room and ask if you can help him out with that little problem?”

 

I was shaking my head in disbelief as he grabbed my hair and lifted my head to face him, even though I couldn’t see anything anyway.

 

“Now Stephanie, you and everyone else knows you’re just a slave and a slut.  Sluts have to learn to be good cocksuckers.  To do that, you have to learn to give head to more than just me.  Mike’s your brother too and his hand is probably sore from spanking you.  YOU are not important.  Your wishes are not important.  Your needs are not important.  The only thing that is important to you is cock and obeying your master.  No go give him the best blowjob he’s ever had, slut.”  He slapped my butt hard, pushing me on my way.

 

Slowly, I crawled away, realizing there was no choice.  On the way out of the room, I missed the door and hit my head on the doorframe, setting me back on my already bruised rear. 

 

Dave just spanked my butt again, saying, “Move it!”

 

Feeling worthless again, I crawled to Mike’s room and knocked on the door.  When I heard him say, come in, I reached up, found the doorknob and opened the door.  Crawling a couple of feet inside, I stopped, straightened my torso, spread my knees and put my hands behind me in the normal position, shamefully exposing my pussy and my breasts to him.  I might should have gone to the ‘presentation’ position, but I just couldn’t bear to bow in such a submissive way to Mike. 

 

“Mike, Dave said I made you horny.  I guess when I was spanked.  I… I can help you with that… if you want.”  I told him, my face burning in shame.

 

“And just, ah… how did you want to help me?” he asked.

 

God, how was I going to say this?

 

“I … I … I can suck your … ca… cock.” I stammered.

 

“Now just why would my little sister offer to suck my cock?” Mike asked.

 

“Please.” I said, knowing I had to convince him or Dave would be pissed.  Please, can I suck your cock?  I’m a slut and sluts are supposed to suck cocks.  Please may I suck your cock?”

 

“You really admit you’re a slut?” he said, laughing. 

 

I just nodded my head.

 

“I’m sorry.” he said.  “What did you say?”

 

“Yes, I’m a slut.  Can I suck your cock?  I… I’d really like to.”  What I really wanted to do was disappear and die of embarrassment. 

 

“Well then, sure sis.  Come suck my cock.”

 

I moved toward his voice until my forehead touched his trousers.  Not having been told I couldn’t use my hands, I reached up and pulled his cock out of his pants.  It was already hard with excitement.  What I didn’t know was that Dave had followed me in with the family video camera and was taping the whole thing, including me asking to suck Mike off.

 

Mike was younger than Dave and his dick wasn’t quite as long.  It was thicker though, so I’m sure that someday it might be even larger than Dave’s.  It tasted different, too, a little saltier.

 

I kissed the head, stroking the tip of my tongue on the head.  Moving my mouth down the side, I used my spit to make him moist.  When I took him in my mouth, I used the tongue ring inside my mouth to scrap up the underside of his cock, making Mike groan in pleasure.  I sucked on him as I pulled back and twirled my tongue around his shaft as I pushed back onto him.

 

The egg was still thrumming along inside my pussy.  As I was sucking Mike’s cock, it made the job more enjoyable and made my own need to cum even more insistent.  As my head was moving up and down on Mike’s dick, my hips were also moving, as if on an invisible cock.  I wanted to cum SO BAD!

 

As he got close, Mike grabbed the hair on either side of my head and used it to pull me firmly onto his dick, holding me there.  He came in no time, filling my mouth with his cum.  I swallowed it all, and kept him in my mouth until he was clean.  I, of course, was still unsatisfied.

 

“Damn Dave!  She really is a slut!  I never thought she’d do it, and she was really getting into it herself.” he said with a laugh.  I knew now that Dave was someplace close, maybe in the room with us or in the doorway.

 

Dave told me to stand up and put my hands behind me.  I did, but filled with shame, kept my head down.

 

Mike said, “Hey Steph, don’t be embarrassed.  That was a GREAT blowjob!  You’re becoming an awesome little cocksucker.”

 

That didn’t really make me feel any better, but I felt a little pride that I’d pleased him.  In the meantime, Dave was putting my cuffs back on my wrists.  When they were around my wrists, he attached them together, locking my hands behind by back.  He then had me turn to face him and lift my leg straight out.  He reattached my ankle cuffs, too, though left them unconnected. 

 

Then he turned me around so my back was toward him and said, “Her teacher wants her to work on her flexibility while she’s here.  So, we’re going to start by seeing how flexible her arms are.  Steph, I want you to pull your arms back until your elbows touch each other.”

 

Not knowing what he had in mind, I passively tried to do as he ordered.  I was unaware how the small bumps on my chest were being thrust out as I pulled my arms back, trying to touch my elbows.  I strained with the effort, but missed getting them to touch.

 

“Hmmm,” said Dave, “we’ll have to help you I guess.”  With that, I felt him lift my arms away from my body, forcing me to bend forward slightly, pulling something around my arms, just below my elbows.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but he was using an old scout belt to fasten them.  When he pulled them together, none too gently, I gasped in pain as he forced my elbows together.  The belt tightened, leaving my elbows painfully together.

 

“That’s much better.” Dave said.  “We’ll start doing everyday that so your arms will be more flexible.”

 

I heard Mike give a little chuckle and say, “Gives her a nice shape, too.”  This gave Dave cause to chuckle, too.

 

With a snap of the leash, Dave had me back on my knees.  Inviting Mike to join us for some more exercises, he started pulling me by the leash.  I followed with great difficulty since I couldn’t use my hands.  I had to shuffle on my knees alone behind him.  I could hear Mike following behind me.

 

When we got to the stairs, he still wouldn’t help me.  I had to lie down on my front and kind of snake down the stairs, sliding more than crawling.  I tried to use my toes to slow myself each time my toes hit another step.  Still, I was rubbing my little breasts raw as they hit each step on the way down.  A couple of times, I would lean too far forward and hit my nose a step. 

 

At the bottom, they paused while I struggled to regain my knees.  I couldn’t understand why Dave was being so cruel to me.

 

He guided me to the couch, where he told me to stand again.  With great effort, I did.  He explained to Mike how these little exercises also help to build my flexibility. 

 

Next Dave told me to stand on the couch.  I moved forward until my knees touched the couch and then lifted one foot and found a stable place, then stood up onto the couch.  He had Mike sit on my right, while he sat on my left.  Then Dave had me move my legs apart until my feet touched their sides.  At that point, my legs were about eighteen inches apart.  Then, while leaning my weight on one leg, he helped me move my other leg to the far side of Mike, so I straddled him.  His head only inches from my crotch.  Having Mike hold onto my waist, Dave and Mike both helped me to move my other leg out so I straddled both of them.  My legs were now almost four feet apart and the strain on my inner thigh muscles was beginning to hurt.

 

Dave told Mike to hold onto my right ankle and then he told me to sit down on the edge of the couch while doing the splits (I was still facing the back of the couch).  I continued to slide my legs to the side, overtop of them, as I tried to lower myself to the couch.  They both used their hands to steady me as my butt moved closer to the couch and my feet moved further and further from each other until at last, I was down as far as possible.  They each had one hand on my ankles, prohibiting me from adjusting my legs.  My butt faced the open room, and my crotch was suspended between their legs.

 

My legs were finally, and quite painfully, in the splits position.  My pussy muscles could no longer hold the egg and the pressure of my position was making it impossible to keep it closed.  The egg popped out onto the couch.  My torso fell forward until my neck rested on the back of the couch, allowing me a small measure of relief as my legs no longer had to support all of my weight.  My almost sightless eyes stared over the rear of the couch.  The strain on my thighs and crotch muscles was incredible. I was hoping nobody noticed the egg lying below my stomach.

 

I cried out in pain, saying, “Aeiiiahhhh.”  My arms were tied agonizingly behind me and my legs painfully stretched out to my sides, held in place by my brothers.

 

“Now Steph, I’m sure it hurts a little, but we’re going to have to work on that.  We’re going to do this everyday until you can lie on your back, lift your legs straight in the air, then bring them down on either side of you.  You must then be able to roll forward while doing the splits until your face is lying on the ground in front of you.  Okay?” asked Dave.

 

I couldn’t talk, but somehow I nodded my head.

 

He leaned close to my ear and said, “And since you can’t keep my present inside in this position, which, by the way, we’ll have to work on, I’ll help you out a little.”

 

Dave put his finger in my pussy and started moving it around, keeping me moist and hot.  The muscles of my pussy tried desperately to grip his finger in order to find relief.  Every time my breathing picked up as I got closer, he pulled it out of me and just held it on my pussy, making a gentle, frustrating contact.  My hips would try to rock forward to put it inside me again.

 

He kept my pussy pleasured and aching for more while the rest of my body screamed in pain.  My butt was a dull fire from the spankings I’d received, now squeezed together.  My arms were fastened behind me with elbows touching, drawing my shoulders back and thrusting my chest forward.  I was starting to lose the feeling in my arms.  But my legs were in the worst shape.  They were stretched obscenely to my sides, held tightly by Dave and Mike.

 

I just sobbed in my agony and sexual frustration.  When I tried to jerk my legs from them, the boys would just hold me tighter. 

 

“So Mike, I guess I better tell you what’s been going on and give you the whole scoop.” Dave said.  He proceeded to tell Mike about how I’d wanted to be restrained after seeing some bondage things.  I’d liked it enough to want more and was excited by what I’d experienced.  He talked about the rules I was to live under, my escort at school, and how I was such a slut that I got turned on by everything he’d done to me.  He explained that it had all started as kind of a curiosity for him, but that I could never seem to get enough.  He told me how I just loved to cum and would do anything for him to make my body explode in ecstasy. 

 

“One of the first things I did to her,” Dave went on, “was to tie her up and blindfold her.  She loved it.  She likes to be controlled.  She’s a natural submissive.  She even followed Todd’s instructions at school today.  I think she’s much happier this way than she was when she tried to act all independent and stuck up.  She’s been unsatisfied all day and its about to drive her crazy.”

 

Most of the conversation I didn’t pay attention to, but I heard this and hoping it meant he would now satisfy my need, I nodded and again pleaded with him.

 

“Please, please let me cum.” It was hard to get it out.  I was having problems breathing between my need for sexual release and my need to be released from this strict bondage.

 

“See what I mean?” Dave asked Mike.  “Stephanie, Mike has a free hand.  You want him to play with your tits?”

 

I hesitated having Mike more involved in this, but need pushed me to say, “Yes please.”  I knew I didn’t have a choice anyway, but hoped it would help push me over the edge.

 

Mike laughed and put his hand beneath me to stroke my breasts.  His hands groped my defenseless nubs and pinched my nipples, adding to my arousal, but Dave still controlled whether I would go over the top.  He didn’t let me.  Mike playing with my nipples just added to my frustrations.

 

“She doesn’t have much, I admit, but they’ll grow.  And she likes it a lot when you play with them.”

 

“I like the modifications to her body.  The belly ring is really hot!” Mike said with a smile on his face.  “And that tongue ring was heaven when she sucked my cock.  I really liked that!  I’ve seen the tattoo before, but I can’t place it.”

 

“I’ll tell you about that one later.” Dave said.

 

“But the hottest part is the smooth cunt on her.” Mike said.  “Makes her look like she’s even younger.  Good thing we weren’t raised to be religious, otherwise we might think of all this as wrong.”

 

That remark made me look at Mike with pleading in my eyes, but his eyes were laughing, clearly enjoying himself at my expense.

 

After half an hour or so of keeping me in this position, Dave finally decided I’d had enough and let me close my legs.  I was repositioned so that my back and bound arms lay across Mike’s lap.  Dave massaged my thighs while Mike continued to play with my breasts.  When my legs had sufficiently recovered, Dave told Mike to “keep me happy, but wanting more” and he made sure Mike knew not to let me cum.

 

“Play with her however you want.  She loves it.” Dave said.  Of course, Mike’s hand went immediately to my crotch.

 

“I think I’m going to like this.” Mike said.

 

Dave went to the kitchen and soon I could smell a pizza cooking in the oven.  In the meantime, Mike was enjoying me to the fullest.  His hands roamed all over my body; exploring my hairless and naked pussy, running his hand through my hair, squeezing my butt cheeks, and caressing my thighs.  After a few minutes, the hand he was using to play with my breasts, went behind my head, lifted it up and he started kissing my mouth.  Somehow, kissing is so much more intimate than just being played with.  Since I couldn’t stop him, I let him have his way.  It seemed even more of a violation than what he’d already done.

 

I was hoping though, that while his mouth was distracted, his other hand which was still playing with my pussy and thighs, would go ahead and help me cum.  But once again, I was disappointed. 

 

After a while, Dave came back in with the pizza and shared it with Mike.  I was beginning to wonder if I would get any when I felt something new push against my wet pussy. 

 

“Naturally, we can’t give anything as unhealthy as pizza to our little girl, so we’ll let her have some veggies.  First though, we’ll dip them for a little flavor.” Dave said.

 

He was pushing a carrot into my pussy!  He didn’t push it in deep enough to break my barrier, but just enough to gather up some of my juices.  He took it out and rubbed it on my mouth, smearing my juices over my lips.  Telling me to open up, he put the carrot in my mouth.  I wasn’t to bite into it until he told me, just put my lips on it like it was a cock.  He pushed the carrot deep into my mouth, then pulled it out, leaving the flavor of my juices on my tongue. 

 

Dave started fucking my mouth with the carrot, pushing it deeper each time.  Eventually, the carrot hit the back of my throat and I fought my gag response.  Every few strokes, he’d pulled it all the way out and pushed it back into my pussy to gather more juices, returning to fuck my mouth with it once more.  Tilting my head back to straighten my neck, Dave began to push the carrot down my throat, making me control my gag reflex.  Eventually, the carrot was in me so far, Dave’s fingers were in my mouth to keep hold of it.  I have no idea how long the carrot was, but it seemed I could feel it in my stomach. 

 

He held it there while I struggled to breathe around it, thrashing around trying to expel it from my mouth.  After a minute or so, he drew it out and let me eat it.  Dave had my head in his lap and Mike had my thighs on his, giving my sore butt a little gap between them for some respite.

 

Occasionally, as they ate their pizza, some would fall on me.  They would delight in licking it off me, teasing me all the more.  I was made to eat several carrots, each one first dipped in my juices.  When they stopped feeding me, I was still hungry, but that was all I got. 

 

After dinner, Mike said it was after eight and he needed to study.  He dipped his finger into my pussy one last time, then licked my juices from his finger saying, “Mmm mmmmm.”  Reluctantly, he went upstairs.  I was relieved for him to go.  I’m sure I too, needed to study, but I had no idea what.  I was so distracted during school I hadn’t even thought to copy down assignments.  I was sure to be in trouble tomorrow. 

 

Dave finally released my arms from their strict bindings and allowed me to massage some life back into them.  As the blood rushed back to my hands and fingers, the tingling brought fresh tears to my eyes.  Then he led me into the bathroom where I was allowed to remove the contacts.  It was such a relief to be able to see again!

 

I was then told to take the dishes back into the kitchen and clean up dinner.  After I cleaned the kitchen, he had me run the vacuum in the living room.  Even though I was naked, at least these activities felt normal to me.  He even let me walk rather than crawl while I did my chores. 

 

After I was finished, I had to return to the living room and Dave put a porn movie into the DVD.  He opened the fly of his pants and I sat on his lap with his cock between my legs. 

 

I was afraid he was going to fuck me, but all he wanted was to keep his cock stroked hard during the movie while describing the action on the TV.  He made me keep it tight against my pussy while I stroked it though.  Once again, he made me talk about the cocks I saw, talking about their size and possible taste. 

 

Dave’s hands were busy with me too.  He kept my pussy juicy, but didn’t bring me close.  Then he put his finger inside me all the way to my hymen and coated it with juice.  When he withdrew the sopping finger, he put his hand beneath me and touched his finger to my butthole. 

 

I jerked when I felt that pressure against my anal ring, but he held me fast.  Then he put the finger in my pussy again for a minute, only to return it to my butt.  I had to keep talking about cocks all during this experience.  My pussy was so hot.  I had wanted to cum all day long and he was still keeping me just at the edge.  Playing with my butt was unnerving, but it started to excite me too.  His finger started feeling good. 

 

All of a sudden, his finger stopped circling and teasing and pushed up into my butthole.  It didn’t go very far.  I was very tight.  Just the tip went in me, but he just held it there.  He had done this the other day and helped me cum.  As discomforting and dirty as it was, I hoped he’d help me cum again. 

 

He kept this up for the rest of the movie and then led me upstairs to my room.  As I went inside, I noticed the door was no longer present.  I no longer had a door to close and I would never have privacy there again.  I had no idea when he’d removed it.  It must have been when I thought he was getting dinner ready.

 

Once inside, he tied a blindfold around my head and fastened my wrist cuffs together in front of me, then had me get down on the bed on all fours, facing the wall.  My butt was facing him and he reached between my legs, sticking his finger in my pussy again to retrieve some juice, which he then put in my butthole again. 

 

I couldn’t help it.  I wanted to cum so bad, I pushed my butt back toward his finger, my body wanting more inside me. 

 

“Does baby want more?” he asked.

 

I nodded my head and said, “Yes please Master.  Baby wants to cum.”

 

“Yes, baby is so hot.  My little slut wants to cum so bad, doesn’t she?” he said as his finger pushed even further up my butthole.

 

“Yesss!  Please can I cum?”

 

“Does my little slut want her Master’s cock in her cunt?”

 

I said nothing, mostly out of shock.  My body even stopped rocking back onto his finger.  But he didn’t stop.  He just pushed it deeper up my rear and used his other hand to diddle my clit.  After I’d paused for a minute, I couldn’t help it.  I started moving again, mentally trying to forget his last question.  Maybe I didn’t hear him right.  Maybe the question would go away.  But my need certainly didn’t.

 

“Hmmmm?  Tell your Master.  Does the little slut want cock?”

 

By this time, I was being driven to desperation.  “Anything Master.  Just let me cum, Please?” 

 

“You can do better than that.  Tell master what you want.”

 

Frustrated and desperate, I said, “Please Master, yes.  Your slut wants your cock in her pussy.  Please Master, let me cum.”

 

I cried in absolute humiliation as what I said hit me.  I couldn’t believe he’d led me to this point. 

 

His finger came out of my butt, only to enter once again.  Wait!  That wasn’t his finger, that was his cock.  Dave was trying to put his cock up my ass! 

 

“NO!  Please Dave!  Don’t do that.  I don’t want you up there.”

 

But he ignored me and grabbed my hips and pulled me further onto his cock.  The pain was excruciating!  I felt like he was going to split me in half, skewer me up through my rear end.  With my hands linked together, I was helpless to stop him as he pulled me further and further onto his cock. 

 

I sobbed and cried in pain, my arousal quickly fading as my ass was attacked by his iron rod.  I’d kept him aroused for the last hour or so and he was in need of relief which he was taking out on my butthole.  He would push in and rest a minute to let me adjust to him, my muscles relaxing a little to accommodate him.  It took him a few minutes of pushing and waiting then pushing some more, but eventually, he was all the way inside me.  I could feel his hairy balls scratching my butt.

 

Unlike my vagina, my back channel could produce no lubrication and he was going in almost dry, just a little of my pussy juices to ease his way.  It hurt bad!  He withdrew, leaving only the head inside me, only to shove himself back in again.  As my passage relaxed a little more, he began to fuck me, my muscles actually helping excite him as they clamped down on him, squeezing his cock.

 

“Yeah slut, that’s it.  Squeeze me.  You’re so tight baby.  Awh… I had no idea you’d be such a good ass-fuck.”

 

I ceased to think.  I was aware only of his prick pushing in and out of my anus.  Tears were dropping from my eyes as the pain wracked my body.  Fire seemed to come straight up from my ass all through my body.  His cock was scraping me raw and burning me.

 

“You belong to me Stephanie.  You’re my slave, my slut.  You’re my cocksucker.  Now, you’re my piece of ass.  You’re lucky Mom sees things my way or you’d be in some serious trouble.  Someday, you’ll remember who you belong to.”

With one final push, Dave pushed as far into me as he could and fired his load into the depths of my bowels.  I felt his cock spasm five times as he shot his cum up my ass.  He released me and I fell onto the bed in a heap, sobbing in degraded humiliation.  His cock pulled from inside me as I fell away from him.  He pulled one of my ankles over to the footboard and attached it to the frame.  He pulled my wrists to the headboard and attached them to the frame as well, ensuring I wouldn’t be touching my pussy overnight, or removing the blindfold. 

 

Hearing his footsteps fade from the room, I continued to lie there sobbing, feeling worthless.  Dave didn’t say another word.  I’d been fucked up the ass.  God, how low could I sink? 

 

Slowly the experience I’d just been through grew less intense and I felt the egg again.  It had been going the whole time, still on a low power setting.  I was still unsatisfied and my pussy still ached.  My ass had just been raped and here I was wanting something in my pussy to grant me release.  I was such a stupid slut.  Exhausted, I eventually fell asleep, my body one solid ache.