Last night was the most amazing night of my life. I'm sure most people say that about meeting someone they love for the first time, or maybe about their wedding night or something. I hardly call something like that "amazing," but then again, in my depraved, backward, positively fucked-up mind, last night fits the bet definition of "amazing" I could ever imagine.
Last night, I got my ass whipped, my tits tortured, my tongue worked over, and my punished body cuffed to the bed - belonging to a woman I absolutely despise. And I couldn't imagine wanting anything more than what that heartless, rich, snotty bitch did to me last night.
Mandi had bullied me and overshadowed me at every opportunity, from grades to attention to dressing like a total slut. And last night, I found out she's as pussy-crazy as I am, and she knows my darkest secrets - every one of them. Because I was stupid enough to leak them to her. Maybe my subconscious wanted my stories leaked - and I'm sure Mandi's not the only one who has them - but really, I just fucked up.
And after the most intense night of my life, in which Mandi invited me over to her apartment, took a studded strap to my ass, clamped my nipples, and made me eat her pussy while I was tied up and helpless on her bed. And after all that, she just left me there, naked, tied up, gagged, blindfolded, and horny as all hell. Mandi may be many things - cruel, heartless, snobbish, and an absolute bitch - but she is not dumb. At least when it comes to being a tease for dumb bitches like me.
So after a surprisingly good night's sleep in Mandi's bed, I woke up, still with the blindfold on and the gag in my mouth, and Mandi wasn't back yet. She said she had a party to go to, and I'm sure she showed up dressed as slutty as possible. Hell, she could have some other dumb bitch tied to a different bed right now, and I wouldn't know the difference.
So finally, after a couple of hours of waiting, making myself wet thinking about what Mandi had planned for me, and trying frantically to rub my pussy or tits but not beaing able to reach anywhere near them, I hear the door open and the most unpleasant sound I could imagine. That evil laugh of Mandi's - it made me remember all over again why I hate her so much.
I tried to think if Veronica, my girlfriend, called me last night, but she's too naive to think the love of her life is tied up in her worst enemy's bed, and why should she? Until now, I've been faithful to her and every other girl I've dated, which is probably my problem - in my stories, I'm a chronic cheater, and my life in my writing is a million times hotter than even the hottest moments of my real life. Well, at least until last night, anyway.
I listen more closely - the evil laugh is joined by a giggle. My pussy is wet as fuck thinking about who she's brought over. I don't recognize the voice, so I'm assuming it's one of her bitchy friends who knows what a dirty slut I am.
"Wake up, bitch," demands Mandi, still laughing. "How was my bed last night? Bet my bed's not the first one you slept tied to." Unfortunately, she's wrong on that count, but I was hoping it wouldn't be the last.
"By the way," giggles the other girl, "how's that dumb bitch you call a girlfriend? Oh wait - let me answer that one for you. She's sad, lonely, and misses you, and if you're a good slut, I'll keep your secret." More giggling. "You're lucky Mandi can do your voice really well; that little cunt was crying all night, and when she gets home, you have a lot of explaining to do about why you called her a cunt-sucking piece of shit. God I love ruining bitches' lives."
I tried to respond, but through my gag and my blindfold, I couldn't see the new girl. I think Mandi enjoyed torturing me in this way. I could hear them kissing - I wanted to be part of that so badly. Mandi may be a cold, calculating bitch, but when she kisses me, it feels like heaven. I don't feel like it's so fucked-up for just a moment before she goes back to beating my ass.
"What's the matter, bitch? Horny or something?" The new girl is such a tease, and nothing would please me more than to worship her, too. Where I left off in my stories, Mandi owns me outright, whoring me out to whatever girl she pleases. Of course, that was after my third trip to prison for a crime one of her friends committed, and the corrupt warden - a tight, sexy blonde herself - sold me to Mandi for an insane amount of money.
The mystery woman keeps teasing me, running her fingers along the insides of my legs, teasing my pussy. Mandi seems to be working her way to my sensitive nipples, as if they're saving the beating for later. I moan through my gag, totally helpless. The teasing just makes me hate them both more for making me so horny. I need an orgasm so desperately, but I guess I should have written more of them for myself into my stories - at one point, I go 58 chapters without one, even being fucked in the ass with a spiked stiletto several times between them.
"By the way, slut," chuckles Mandi, "I wanted to introduce you to the girl who will be torturing you along with me all day today." The wild, maniacal laughter continues. "This is Courtney, my girlfriend. And don't say anything because Daddy doesn't know about her." I can hear them kissing - so fucking hot, these two psychotic bitches. "I bet you want a good look at her, don't you?" I nod, moaning through the gag.
"I don't think so," giggled Courtney, who was probably really fucking hot. "Use your imagination, dumbass. I'm blonde, gorgeous, and have bigger tits than Mandi. Also, I looked really hot in Mandi's bikini last night." Go figure - the two bitches trade bikinis. "Oh, wait - there is one thing I want to show you."
Courtney reached for my blindfold and took it off, and it took me a second to figure out what was going on. As I looked her over, seeing Mandi's lover for the first time, I could see exactly what Mandi saw in her. Courtney was exactly what she described - blonde, gorgeous, and I could look at those tits all day. I think she and Mandi knew it, too - both girls were topless, and Courtney was, in fact, wearing the bottoms to Mandi's black g-string bikini. She modeled it for me, showing off her equally impressive ass.
Courtney seemed to enjoy teasing my naked body; her fingers ran along my pussy, dripping wet for these two bitches, and she giggled at my muffled moans, as if she knew how much it was killing me just to be teased. Like Mandi, she seems to be some sort of evil genius, knowing exactly how to push my buttons and make me want her more. Mandi joined the torture, rubbing my tits with her fingertips, making me incredibly horny.
But it didn't stop them from reminding me why I hate Mandi as much as I do. I had to watch as the two girls kissed deeply, tongues touching and dashing in and out of each other's mouths, while I just had to lay there and be teased. I wanted Mandi so badly, even as much as I could never be her lover, it made me insanely jealous seeing her kiss another girl while I couldn't do anything to stop her.
Mandi broke the kiss and walked over to me, still feeling Courtney's ass with one hand and my tits with her other. She smiled menacingly at me, looking down at me and reaching for my gag, as if to tease me further - maybe she'll take it out and kiss me and I'll get to taste her sweet tongue with a little leftover lust from Courtney. But, like the cruel bitch she is, she hesitated, keeping me on the edge of sanity, making me loathe her. I fought my restraints - to no avail, of course; Mandi's rich father wouldn't buy her daughter a cheap bed, and there's no way in hell someone as good at dominating girls as Mandi is would buy cheap handcuffs. Plus, with both wrists and both ankles bound, I couldn't build up any momentum to free myself; all I could do was just lay there and take my punishment from this crazy, borderline psychopathic blonde and her equally bitchy girlfriend. And as much as I hated the teasing, making me hungry for punishment but giving me nothing I crave, they could do it as long as they wanted. Just show me more of those two beautiful asses split by those g-strings, and I'm all theirs.
Courtney once again bent over the bed and kissed Mandi; as with all their kisses, it was deep, passionate, sustained, and incredibly hot. Seeming to show mercy on me, they each removed a clamp from my nipples, which still burned from being pinched all night. I screamed in intense pain from the clamp removal, but more because I loved the torture of having them on. As I turned my head to study Courtney a little more, I could tell she was shaved smooth like Mandi.
I hadn't looked Mandi over yet, but when I turned my head back to her, I saw her wearing my pink bikini bottoms. That fucking cunt told me she was keeping my bikini, but I thought it was just to make me head back to my dorm naked - at this point, my lust for her turned to rage. I didn't feel like pleading for punishment anymore. I wanted to beat that bitch's ass and take her girlfriend and both their bikinis and make Courtney walk back to my dorm naked with me leading her.
Of course, Mandi picked this point to break her kiss with Courtney and reach for my gag. I figured she was just teasing me more and couldn't understand my screams anyway, so I kept letting them loose. To my total surprise, she ripped the gag out - forcefully, as if she knew she was hurting my mouth and didn't care, which she totally didn't.
"You fucking cunts, I'll kill you both!" I started into them. "I'll rip your head off, you thieving bitch, and I'll take your girlfriend and whore her out to the other rich girls on campus after I tear your throat out and kick your bitch ass!" Staring right at Mandi as I curse her. "I'll make you beg to eat my--" At that point, Mandi shoved the gag back in as forcefully as she tore it out, leaving me helpless and silent once again. Seeing no point in fighting Mandi anymore, since she always won, I went silent.
"You got a mouthy bitch, didn't you, baby?" Courtney asked Mandi. It was bad enough watching them tongue-wrestle right in front of me; now I had to hear them call each other "baby" too. "I like that. All the more fun to shut them up."
"How about," Mandi cackled evilly, "you give this bitch what she really craves?" Teasing me as she talked. "Start her off slowly, though. Can't let the slut think she's getting everything at once." As Mandi kissed Courtney more, she slid off Courtney's bottoms, showing her bare pussy - shaved smooth, the way I like it. If only my girlfriend shaved her pussy and treated me like her bitch, I wouldn't be here tied up worshipping these two - oh hell, who am I kidding; I'd be right here anyway because Veronica's useless in bed.
Courtney climbed on the bed, approaching my face, and straddled my mouth in the same position Mandi did last night; she unhooked the gag, handed it to Mandi, and giggled. "You like eating pussy, you dumb slut?" she asked.
"I want your pussy so bad, Courtney," I begged. "Shove it in my face and tell me what a bitch I am. And I want Mandi to whip me while I eat your pussy." The words just slid out of me; I didn't know what I was thinking. Asking to be whipped while I please another girl who hates me? Only a crazy bitch would do that. The same crazy bitch who subconsciously leaked her writings to her worst enemy, writings that had me being beaten, tortured, and force to service other women on demand. Yeah, that sounds like me.
Courtney dropped her legs, and her pussy met my mouth as I opened up and started working her over with my slut tongue. I slipped my tongue into her as she grinded her cunt in my face. Like Mandi, she was smooth and delicious, the kind of bitch I could eat all day, and I was hoping she felt the same way about my tongue.
As I had mindlessly requested, Mandi started in with the torture, whipping my spread-open pussy as I lashed Courtney's with my tongue. I couldn't believe I was asking to be whipped while I pleasured Courtney, but I fucking loved it. Her leather cat o' nine tails smacked my pussy hard, teasing me as it inflicted pain, but I moaned for more as Courtney moaned with me.
"Go deeper, you fucking worthless cunt," demanded Courtney as she forced her pussy onto my face. "What, you never ate pussy before? Your bitch too sweet for a real woman? Lick my cunt, you fucking slut! Lick it deep!" Courtney's verbal assault on me kept right up with Mandi's assault with her whip.
As Courtney commanded, I tongue-fucked her deeper than before, looking for her g-spot but never seeming to find it. She kept the name-calling up while Mandi joined in, each calling me some variation of the word "cunt" about two dozen times in a short time. I had never felt so degraded before, made to feel so beneath someone, than these two - and all I could do was work my slut tongue and take my whippings like a good bitch. And that was all I wanted to do.
I was pretty sure Courtney was enjoying the ride on my tongue because I could see her holding onto the bedposts for dear life and feel her clenching my head tighter, and her moans were almost drowning out Mandi's insults and definitely drowning out her own. The lashes from Mandi's whip still stung, but every lash felt so good on my eager slut pussy, dripping wet from the abuse.
I could hear Courtney start to climax; she got her cunt as close to my mouth, with my tongue going as deep into her, as possible, while Mandi increased the speed of her whippings. Her moaning was loud, wild, and uncontrollable, and my tongue touched what had to be her g-spot. I couldn't see or hear much of anything; Courtney was smothering my face, blocking my view of anything but her smooth shaved pussy, and her legs covered my ears so all I could hear at all were her screams. And scream she did - I may be a dumb, worthless cunt to those two, but I made it my mission to show them how good I am with my tongue.
Courtney squeezed her legs around my head, giving me all the incentive I needed to tongue-fuck her as hard, deep, and fast as I could. Any girl would love this - and be hooked on being eaten like this. But I knew I was dealing with two hardcore bitches, the kind who couldn't be swayed to show me the slightest bit of mercy because I can eat pussy. And Mandi made that abunsantly clear by continuing to lash my dripping wet pussy with her leather whip, not caring a bit that I was making her lover scream like she had never screamed before, or so I could only imagine.
I could tell Courtney was going from one orgasm to the next, not even stopping to catch her breath. She shoved her smooth cunt in my face even more, forcing my tongue inside her to work over her g-spot. Without even a hint of letting up, she rode my slut face as hard and deep as she could, grabbing onto the bed for dear life while I tongue-fucked her. I wanted so badly to grab her ass, finger her, or play with her gorgeous tits, but I was cuffed to the bed and there was no way those two bitches would have it any other way. I was theirs to abuse, and abuse me they did.
Courtney's sequence of orgasms seemed to die down after about eight or nine; I lost count and wasn't really able to keep it anyway with Mandi lashing my pussy. Speaking of the lashings, she never let up a bit, and I could feel the stings on my cunt as she brought me insanely close to climax. I wanted so badly for her to finish me off and then mount my face as Courtney did, but I knew she was more diabolical than that.
Courtney dismounted my face, and Mandi's laughter picked up - the lashings stopped as I was on the edge of a climax, and she began to kiss her lover again. Judging by the fact that Mandi was holding the whip - and that Mandi was still in her g-string bottoms and pushing her tongue a lot more into Courtney's mouth than Courtney was into hers - I knew Mandi was the alpha bitch in their relationship. I thought about the things they did when they were together - and I got a closer look at Courtney's gorgeous ass. As I began to suspect - whip marks.
Mandi led Coutney into the same device I was in the previous night - shackling her lover's ankles and wrists and placing her in a totally defenseless position. Mandi then reached into her purse and pulled out a ball gag, a different one from the one she used on me, and put it in Courtney's mouth - less forcefully than she did to me, but followed by a hard spanking. I couldn't believe it - Mandi was about to dominate another girl right in front of me, and I could only see by craning my head up. What a bitch. But I knew better than to say anything.
Finally, Mandi walked over to where I was cuffed and looked over me, still in my g-string bottoms. I wanted so badly to get free and pin her down and whip the hell out of her, untie her lover, and dominate her, and damnit, this might be my opportunity. Hell, she might even showe a little mercy on me and let me dominate Courtney with her. I was hoping to be dominated by both girls at once, but if Mandi's giving me the chance to lash her girlfriend's tits, I'm taking it.
I can't tell at this point if Mandi's lost her sanity or if she's even smarter than I thought - she undoes my ankle cuffs, leaving only my wrists bound. I know better than to act like she's letting me go, though, and I lie there motionless as she undoes my wrist cuffs, first one, then the other. Finally, after over 16 hours of bondage, I'm free, I think, and then the crazy bitch side of me comes out.
I lunge at Mandi, aiming right for her throat. My left hand seems to grab her toroat, but my right hand misses, and for a moment, I have her in my power. She's finally mine.
I should have known better. She grabs my hair and throws me down over the bed with my bare ass exposed. Before I can even think, she grabs my wrists, and I can't even move them - damn, how many pairs of handcuffs does this girl own? Reflexively, I kick back, using a move I learned in a workout - really bad idea, as she grabs my foot and throws me over the bed.
She grabs me again by my hair, and this time I follow her over to where Courtney is in chains. I feel a bit bad for Courtney at this point, knowing that she's dating a total psychopath who would probably kill her just for fun. Then I think about Mandi trying to kill me - slow, painful torture - and I must be really fucked-up in the head because I just get wet thinking about it.
"OK, slut," she demands. "I was going to make this easy for you, but you had to go fuck it up." She throws me into a chair and puts my ankles in these leather straps before she undoes my handcuffs. "I thought you might enjoy seeing me dominate Courtney and give your ass and tits a break. Tied to my torture chair, of course. But now? I have a better idea." Oh fuck. I should never have attacked Mandi. She's always at least ten steps ahead of me.
This move I wasn't expecting. She reached for my cell phone and dialed Veronica. Granted, Veronica's going to have to find out sooner or later than I'm cheating on her with Mandi, but not while she's home. And not while I'm naked and tied to a chair in Mandi's apartment while Mandi's girlfriend is bound and gagged right next to me.
Courtney was right - Mandi does a really good impersonation of me. But midway through the conversation, during which Mandi was super-nice to Veronica, she switched back to her regular voice, obviously catching Veronica off-guard. Even Courtney seemed surprised; I could hear her muffled moan.
At this point, Mandi started telling Veronica who she was - not that Mandi needed any introduction; Veronica had heard me bitch endlessly about Mandi. Then she grinned at me - that evil grin usually preceded by her wicked laugh - and put me on the phone with Veronica, hitting "speaker" right before putting the phone up to my mouth so she could hear everything.
The soft-spoken, sweet Veronica I knew was gone. Replacing her was one pissed-off woman. "Mandi told me everything last night," she growled, short of screaming. "Is this what you fucking want?" I almost passed out - Veronica never curses. "That whore who dresses like that? Is that why you bought that g-string? For her? I'll give you what you fucking want, bitch!" At that point, she hung up, and I figured I was now without a girlfriend - which was bound to happen one day after I got out of a "study session" with whip marks on my bare ass and with my tongue tasting like Mandi's pussy.
"And she should be arriving right about..." Mandi is the master of the dramatic pause. "Now." I heard the front door open, and my heart sank. I was about five seconds from having my head ripped off by Veronica, and if I had known she was like this before, I would have cheated on her from day one and waited for her to find out and let loose.
I couldn't believe what I saw when Veronica walked in - her hair was dyed platinum blonde, she had one of Mandi's overpriced cigarettes in one hand and a leather whip in the other, and she was dressed in just a red g-string bikini - no top, of course. Her tits looked even more amazing than they did when she was her innocent, sweet self, but I was fooling myself by dating an innocent girl.
"So this is what you want, is it, bitch?" she demanded as I was really in no position to argue with her. "Well, I can give it to you. I can sure as fuck give it to you." Veronica kissed Mandi, deep and passionate - Mandi even seemed a bit submissive to Veronica until I saw Mandi squeeze Veronica's ass. Mandi broke the kiss and Veronica turned her attention to me.
"So you like being a slut for these girls," she stated - clearly she needs a little more practice at this. "I think I know just what to do for you, bitch." Veronica's evil grin is a huge turn-on, but nowhere near as menacing as Mandi's. "Since you love pain so much, I'll give you all you can handle."
And give it she did, right from the beginning. She picked up a pair of nipple clamps - a little different from the ones Mandi used last night - and attached them to my still-sore nipples, giving a light tug with each one just to make me wince in pain. Even with just a little experience being a pain slut, I'm so far beyond screaming like a bitch over nipple clamps that I know she'll have to do way better than this to hurt me. And given that she has Mandi to coach her through every step? I'm sure she will.
Mandi began to focus on punishing the bound and gagged Courtney, lashing her tits with the same intensity she punished me last night. Based on her moans, Mandi was inflicting a mix of pain and pleasure, and Courtney was as entranced with the cruel goddess as I was last night. Mandi loves to mix pleasure with pain - the whip hurts like hell, of course, but both my tits and Courtney's are very sensitive, and being whipped is an incredibly hot experience - and Courtney was loving the punishment her lover was inflicting.
Veronica, on the other hand, had fire in her eyes and wasn't looking for pleasure at all. I pictured her as this she-devil, dressed in her fire-red g-string ready to put me through the worst punishment ever. Fittingly, I was in a private dungeon with the Queen She-Devil herself, taunting me by wearing my g-string - and of course, her gorgeous ass looks amazing in it - and turning my girlfriend into one of her minions.
Veronica linked the clamps together with a steel chain, and as she let it fall, it pulled on my nipples - Mandi used weights last night when she clamped my tits, so this was nothing new and actually felt pretty good compared to Mandi's torture. But I knew Veronica was just getting warmed up. I could kick and scream at this point, but I knew better than to move or fight Veronica because of what Mandi could do to me.
Fortunately for the insatiable pain slut in me, Veronica learned quickly - she bound my feet and spread my legs apart so my bare cunt was showing. Lastly, she bound my neck so I couldn't even move my head. All I could do was look in horror as she showed me the different weights she planned to use. The first was tiny, about the size of a gumball, and she hooked it onto my chain, pulling my nipples down. I winced a bit, but it didn't really hurt me that much.
If only I could keep that information to myself. "Is that all you got?" I crowed back at Veronica, who was still staring daggers at me. Without a word, she removed the tiny weight and worked her way up to one about the size of a golf ball - clearly made of solid metal. This one tugged at my tits more. As intense as the pain was from pulling on my sensitive, raw nipples, it felt every bit as good to have my tits pulled, even if it was by a cruel goddess with weights. I moaned in ecstasy and in pain at the same time, knowing fully that Veronica had no intention of inflicting pleasure.
"Something's missing," taunted Veronica as I watched Mandi tear out Courtney's gag and tongue-fuck her helpless mouth. "What good is it to torture my dumb blonde girlfriend's tits when I really want to punish the hell out of her. Since you showed me what a cunt you are by cheating on me," she teased, emphasizing the word "cunt" as she looked down at my exposed pussy, "it's your cunt that will suffer. But don't think I'm letting your tits off easy. Watch this, bitch."
She grabbed the same clamps Mandi used on me the night before and aimed right for my dripping-wet cunt, slipping one clamp on first and then the other. With the first clamp going on, I screamed in intense pain - Mandi had just whipped my cunt mercilessly and it was still burning - but fuck, it felt so good, too.
Veronica wasn't done, either - another steel chain linked those two clamps together and hooked into the chain tying together my nipple clamps. As Veronica chained me tighter - every movement causing me incredible pain - Mandi couldn't seem to get enough of Courtney. Sure, Courtney was naked, tied up, and at Mandi's mercy, but I could tell Mandi was totally hooked on kissing her bound lover. I thought for a minute it was just intense passion between two beautiful lovers, but then I saw Courtney glare at me and then give me a little 'fuck you' wink - she was getting several solid minutes of Mandi's tongue in her mouth, something I only experience for a few seconds at a time. Even in bondage, Courtney still taunts me.
Veronica unhooked the light weight on my tits, leaving my chains to dangle, but I knew she couldn't be finished. She walked clear to the other side of the room, pulling out a long metal rope with some kind of weight on it. On the end approaching me was a hook, clearly to latch onto my chains, and that's exactly what Veronica did with it. She held up the weight with one hand as she hooked onto my chains with the other, and I realized at that moment that, the second she lets go of that weight, the rope drops, my chains go taut, and it's going to hurt like fuck.
I hadn't even been watching Mandi and Courtney for the past couple of minutes because Veronica was getting her torture device ready; by this point, Courtney was on her knees, working her slut tongue on Mandi's now-bare pussy. Her hands were bound behind her back, and Mandi was grinding her cunt in Courtney's face much the same way Courtney did to me. I loved watching Courtney pleasure Mandi, but I knew the enjoyment would be short-lived as Veronica grinned devilishly, holding the rope's weight in her hand.
With one motion, she let it fall, and my chains were pulled out, yanking on my tits and pussy harder than anything ever has before. I can't stop screaming, and Veronica can't stop laughing at my agony. The weight hands a couple of feet from the floor, and my body is still firmly against the torture chair because I can't move. The chains have no slack in them at all, pulling on my most sensitive body parts with as much force as anyone can handle.
After what felt like an eternity of this, Veronica picked the weight back up, and I momentarily try to catch my breath after screaming in pain. She seems to be juggling it in her hand as if to say she hopes she doesn't drop it. At this point, I look into Veronica's eyes and begin to plead. "Please, Veronica," I moan. "Don't do this. I love y--"
With that last word, she let go again, and the weight pulled my chains tight again. She walked closer to me as I writhed in pain, overwhelmed for the first time by the pain and not in any position even to beg for more. I began to feel like this was too much for me and I wasn't really a good bitch, and that, if I were the pain slut I say I am, I should be begging for even more weight.
"FUCK!" I shout at the top of my lungs. "This fucking hurts like hell! I don't deserve this!" This was all I could manage as Veronica continued her evil staredown of my naked, punished body.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the cries of a whiny little bitch sitting in the torture chair," teased Veronica. "What was it you wanted again?"
At this point, the rational side of me wanted to demand that she let me go, but picking between my rational side and my pain slut side is never even a contest - the pain slut always wins. "I want more!" I demanded. "More weight! Squeeze those clamps tighter! Fucking hurt me, baby!"
She walked right back over to the weight, which had a couple of hooks to hang more weight from, and she obliged me, hooking on two weights the size of tennis balls. "Ready?" she teased. "Three, two--"
"Just drop the fuckers already!" I shouted in a fit of insanity - and she did. Fucking hell, it hurt when she did. I never had so much weight pulling at my tits and cunt in my life, and the pain sent shockwaves through my body. I couldn't stop screaming - but now, in addition to the intense pain, I felt a sensation of pleasure come over my body as the clamps worked their magic on my tits. She let the weights dangle, and I felt as close to orgasm as I have ever felt without actually having one - I wasn't sure if I felt more pain or pleasure, and I craved both.
I couldn't think about anything else, so I didn't notice Mandi and Courtney - naked, of course, with Courtney now unbound and Mandi looking especially pleased - standing over me and watching me being tortured. The two girls kissed Veronica passionately as I suffered. All I could do was scream.
Naturally, the three bitches didn't pay me any attention as they just watched me in pain, picking up the weights even more just to drop them - fucking hell, they knew how to hurt me. But if I could think anything, it was that I wanted more, more, more. And Mandi, being the crazy, fucked-up bitch she is, knew just what to do.
She came back with two grenade-looking weights and some kind of plug. "These?" she said, pointing to the 'grenades.' "These are for your tits. Remember last night, bitch?" I remember the grenades on my nipples - all too well. Hung by the pins - because Mandi's a psychopath. "As for this," she laughed, "we wouldn't want you to get too comfortable. So this is going right here."
'Right here' involved me lifting up my ass just a bit so she could slide it underneath and bolt it into the seat - and slip it into my ass. I wanted so badly to find a way to work it out - I'm an ass-virgin and prefer to have a few boundaries even Mandi can't cross - but Mandi had other ideas. She strapped my lap in so I couldn't work out the plug, and it felt as if she was splitting my ass open.
Naturally, though, as she was doing this, I was starting to like it - I knew I'd be a total ass-slut if I tried it, and I was right. Thiscontraption she had me in - the torture chair, strapped in every way possible, a plug up my ass, and of course, clams on my tits and cunt pulled by chains with weights - I couldn't imagine anything more intense from these three crazy bitches.
"Comfy?" taunted Mandi, and I confirmed it. "Good. You'll be here a while. The girls and I have a meeting to get to. We're all getting eaten out by dumb freshman girls. But don't worry; we'll save the rough stuff for you. They'll just get off with spankings. But you?" Mandi lets out a completely wicked laugh at this point. "You're lucky if you live through the weekend."
With that, Veronica took the gag I had slept in last night, strapped it into my mouth, and left me there - the grenades attached to my nipple clamps, the chains pulling on me, the plug in my ass. "See you later, slut," taunted Mandi as she put on her black g-string bottoms, Courtney slid on my pink ones, and the three bitches left in just their g-strings.