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Elizabeth 2
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ELIZABETH, Part 2
by His Lordship
The next week was a difficult one for Elizabeth. Every day she wore sweaters
with high polo necks to hide the slave collar lock around her neck, and the
weather continued to be hot and sweaty. The stubble of her pubic hair growing
out again was itchy, and it took her bottom a couple of days to get over the
caning it had received. In other words, she was constantly reminded of the
fact that she had spent a night of sexual slavery in the hands of her math
professor, and that there was another one coming up.
For some reason, that night did not seem to her to be quite as terrible in
retrospect as it had at the time. As she thought back to it, she would become
aroused, and when she remembered her Master's promise that she would be
allowed to take her revenge on his other slave girl, Cindy, for being forced
to lick her ass clean, she would soon be playing with herself. As her teasing
fingers brought her to orgasm, several times a day, she would imagine Cindy
supported only by the rings in her nipples and a massive dildo in her ass,
being forced to lick Elizabeth's pussy as she pissed in her face.
Sometimes Elizabeth would stroke her own nipples, and remember her Master
threatening to pierce them, so that she could wear rings just like Cindy's.
She could not quite bring herself to believe that anyone could do that to
her.
It just wouldn't happen. But the thought made her nipples stiff, and
sometimes
she would imagine Cindy and herself changing places, imagine her own pert ass
penetrated by a huge butt plug, her tender nipples pierced, pulled and
tormented, and the foul taste of piss in her mouth. This image made her come
even more strongly than when the roles were reversed. Had Elizabeth been more
introspective she might have been concerned by the discovery of this new side
to her nature, but she was content for the moment to swim unquestioning in a
sea of experience.
On one occasion she had run into Cindy on the campus. She has pretended not
to recognize the redhead, but the other girl had walked over to her and
smiled. "Hi there, ass licker," Cindy had sneered, "looking forward to next
time?" Elizabeth had blushed and run away.
* * *
"Strip!" Her Master's first command to her as she walked in his door. Well,
she had not expected an affectionate welcome. She quickly removed her light
sun dress, and the scarf that disguised her slave collar, but retained the
uncomfortable high heeled shoes that her Master enjoyed. She had not worn
underwear, and her pussy was newly shaved. This week she had arrived on time.
"Get down on all fours - stick your ass up in the air! Knees apart, bitch!"
She was quick to obey. Her Master stood over her with a leather cat nine
tails in his hand. He trailed the ends of the whip up the tender crevice of
her pussy. "Three strokes to put you in your place. You will ask for each
one,
and thank me afterwards."
"Yes, Master. Please may I have the first stroke?"
"Where?"
"On my behind. Please, Master, may I have the first stroke on my bottom?" The
whip came down on her buttocks with a stinging blow that left her gasping.
"Ah, ah, ah. Thank you, Master. Please may I have the second stroke on my
bottom?" The second stroke was much harder than the first. She could barely
sob out the words now. "Aaaah, oooh. Thank you, Master. Please may I have the
third stroke on my bottom?"
"No, not on your bottom. On your pussy."
She flinched in anticipation. "No, Master, please..."
"Ask for it, slut, or you'll get thirty strokes, not three."
"Please, Master, may I have the last stroke on my pussy." She almost
whispered
the last word.
"Ask for an extra hard stroke."
"Please, Master, may I have an extra hard stroke on my pussy." The last blow
cut viciously up into her most tender flesh, and reduced her to tears. Her
master watched her crouched at his feet until her sobs died down to whimpers.
* * *
Cindy was waiting for them when her Master led her into the bedroom. Not that
Cindy had much choice in the matter - she was well restrained, and would have
to wait around for ever, unless someone felt like releasing her from her
bonds. "Well, it won't be me," though Elizabeth, as she savoured the
helplessness of her rival. The redhead's totally naked body bore the signs of
a recent whipping. Her ankles were tied to either end of a long bar, keeping
her legs spread painfully far apart. Her wrists were fastened to a similar
bar,
which attached in the middle to a collar around her neck. A large ball gag
was
strapped into her mouth. To complete her immobilization, the rings on her
nipples were attached with thread to a hook in the ceiling. The threads were
short enough that she had to stand on tip toe to prevent her nipples from
being ripped off. The stain was obvious in the lines of her face and body.
"She's all yours for an hour or two, Elizabeth. Do whatever you like to her."
Cindy grunted through her gag and tried to shake her head.
"Thank you, Master," said Elizabeth, her pussy wet with anticipation. Then
she
whispered, "Do you have a really enormous butt plug?" The professor smiled
and
nodded.
It took a while before Elizabeth had Cindy's asshole plugged to her
satisfaction. She had worked up through several smaller dildos, lubricating
each one, and working it in and out several times before going on to the next
one. After each one she had paused to taunt her rival, slap her ass, pinch
her
pussy lips, and push her almost off balance. Before the final plug was
inserted, the professor has been so turned on he had ordered Elizabeth to
suck
his cock. She had rammed the last dildo into place with the taste of her
Master's cum still in her mouth.
"Please, Master," Elizabeth asked, "May I play with myself while I whip this
bitch?" Her master nodded, and handed her the whip that he had just been
using
on her. For the first time in her life, Elizabeth started to punish another
girl. The discovery of the submissive streak in her nature was nothing to the
discovery of her capacity for cruelty. Again and again the whip in her hand
cut at Cindy's body, leaving welts on buttocks, thighs, back, belly and
breasts. Meanwhile her other hand brought her to climax after climax.
Finally,
as she was standing behind the other slave whipping up between her legs to
torture her inner thighs and pussy, and coming with almost every blow, her
Master stopped her to protect the other girl. She fell on his body desperate
for sex, and rode his cock to another shattering climax.
* * *
That was not the end of Cindy's degradation for the night, nor Elizabeth's
for
that matter. Elizabeth insisted that the wanted to force Cindy to drink her
piss, and her Master was happy to arrange that. He removed the threads from
her nipples and fastened her spreader bars to the furniture so she was
spread eagled on the floor. She was still shivering and sobbing from the
whipping she had just received. He replaced the ball gag in her mouth with a
similar one that had a hole through the middle for her to breathe through,
and
forced her to do this by placing a clip on her nose. Next he stuck a length
of
rubber tube in the outside end of the breathing hole, and attached a funnel
to
that. He handed the funnel to Elizabeth. "Now just pee in there," he said.
"She won't be able to breathe unless she swallows whatever comes down."
By now Cindy was becoming aware of her predicament, and was shaking her head,
and trying to plead for mercy through her gag, but there was no mercy to be
had in that room. Elizabeth squatted down, and held the funnel to her
privates. A stream of piss glistened into the funnel, and the redhead began
to
gag and choke as it trickled down into her mouth. "Drink it down, bitch!"
gloated Elizabeth. "Drink it all. This will teach you to make me lick your
ass. It's an ugly scrawny ass, and you're an ugly scrawny slut, and you're
going to drink all my piss, and then I'm going to make you eat shit."
* * *
Elizabeth had a lot more plans for Cindy, and was about to start dripping
molten candle wax on her clit when her Master ordered her to stop. "Remember
what I promised you last week?" he asked. She shook her head. He held up a
large needle and smiled.
"Oh, no," she said, her hands cupping her breasts protectively. "No, you
can't. Not like her, no!" She realized he really was going to put rings in
her
nipples, as a mark of her slavery.
Her Master was not to be swayed. He ordered her to lie on the dining table in
a voice that was not to be disobeyed, and quickly tied her arms and legs to
the table legs. "I could gag you, so you would have something to bite down
on,
but I think I'd rather hear you scream," he said. He carefully sterilized the
needle with bleach, and wiped antiseptic on her right nipple. "Ready?" She
tried to say she was not, and would never be, but she was so scared by now
that the words would not come out. She watched the tip of the needle as if it
were a cobra poised to strike. He played with her nipple, teasing it into
erection, then grasped it firmly between finger and thumb....
"Aaahhhhhwww!" she screamed as the needle pierced her delicate pink nipple.
She sobbed at the pain and humiliation, as the professor went about replacing
the needle with a gold ring, and welding it in place. Now she was marked for
good as a slave. How could she date normal boys, or even think of herself as
a
normal person with a mark of slavery permanently attached to her breast? She
remembered Cindy tied up by her nipple rings desperately trying to keep her
balance, and realized that she would be in that position soon.
"Next week I'll make you beg for the other one," the professor promised her,
and left her tied to the table while he went attend to Cindy.
* * *
There was to be no sleep for Elizabeth that night. Her master made her wear
very high heeled shoes, and fastened her ankles in a leg spreader, then
stretched a rope across the room between her legs, so that it pulled up taut
on her pussy, and forced her to stand. Her wrists were handcuffed to her
locking metal collar, which was hooked to a chain dangling from the ceiling,
so that there was no way she could hope to lie down. She watched jealously
through the bedroom door, as the professor took Cindy tenderly to bed, and
then fucked her in the ass till she came.
Soon she was the only one in the apartment left awake, and she thought back
to
the events of the evening, and felt the stinging pain that still came from
her
mutilated nipple. "Perhaps he'll lock my nipple rings to Cindy's," she
thought, and imagined what that would feel like. The image was too much for
her, and she started to rub her pussy backwards and forwards on the coarse
rope, until she came again. Her orgasm wracked her whole body, but afterwards
her pussy was almost as sore as her nipple. It was going to be a very long
night.
* * *
The following morning her master released her, bathed her tenderly, and took
her to bed with him while Cindy waited on them. His tenderness soon turned to
sexuality, and as he penetrated her sore pussy, he whispered to her of his
plans for her body. Her labia were to be pierced like her nipples, and rings
inserted in those. She was to be rented out to other Masters and Mistresses
for their pleasure, and publicly humiliated in front of her friends. Her ass
was to be branded with a red hot iron.....
As she came she believed it all, and was looking forward to it, but
afterwards
she whispered in his ear, "Cindy, next week let's brand Cindy!"
"Maybe," he said, and left her to sleep. As he passed Cindy, he casually
grabbed her short red hair, and dragged her out of the room with him. As
Elizabeth drifted into unconsciousness, she heard the crack of a riding crop
on
tender flesh, and Cindy's voice squealing, and pleading for mercy. She
smiled.
His Lordship
PS. The tofuburgers were under the bed.
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