THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTERS
by
A. P. Doyle
SMASHWORDS EDITION
PUBLISHED BY:
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THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTERS
Copyright © 2011 by A. P. Doyle
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PART 1: LOUISIANA, ABOUT 4 YEARS AGO.
CHAPTER 2: FIRST FIND YOUR SLAVE
CHAPTER 9: A NIGHT AT THE RACES.
PART 2: LONDON PRESENT DAY
CHAPTER 16: THE HONOURABLE SCHOOLGIRL
CHAPTER 18: PRINCE ABDUL ABUBUL
CHAPTER 23: LONG AND WINDING ROAD
CHAPTER 26: UNEXPECTED DIVERSION
CHAPTER 27: GEMMA’S FIRST TIME
PART 3
GLOSSARY
American Definitions of British Terms Used
A Note From the Editor
I first came to know Mr. Doyle in 2010 when he approached me about editing this novel. He sent me his outlines and the beginning of his work, and I was intrigued the minute that I read it. I happily agreed to take on this project, and today I am glad that I did. Although a large portion of this book takes place in the United States, some of it takes place in the UK, and there are some multicultural aspects to the story that serve to enlighten the reader. Having travelled across Europe, I was familiar with some of the terms, and meanwhile I found myself learning new ones. The fact that this author could handle terms that are native to both countries was fascinating to me, and further served to keep my interest.
After working with Mr. Doyle for 6 months on this project as a publisher and editor, I am pleased to present to you this gripping novel that has kept my mind reeling and my thoughts whirring as we both have strived to bring you only the best.
This book is not for those looking for a quick sex story, although there are a lot of intense sexual encounters included throughout the book. This book involves detailed plots which take time to be told and anyone who enjoys BDSM or Mind Control stories will find this story very stimulating.
WARNING:
The tales in this book are very graphic, and strong sexual scenes are portrayed. All of the characters are at least 18 years of age or older. Any mention of their younger years are for reference only, so that the reader can understand how their background has played into their modern day lives.
This author does not condone pedophilia or underage sex, and hopes that this story will change the mind of anyone who engages in any such acts to reconsider the consequences of their actions.
About This Book
Yvonne duBois…..sexual predator; business woman; pimp; drug dealer; murderer. She is expert at her chosen profession. Her favoured prey is athletic young women for whom there is a lucrative niche market. These women are broken and bent to Yvonne’s will, and then sold. Yvonne relishes their humiliation and mixes business with pleasure.
The ratel or honey badger is a large member of the weasel family. It mainly feeds on bee’s nests. It likes to be left alone. The ratel shares its habitat with big cats and hyenas. Their paths invariably cross from time to time. The ratel never backs down.
Be warned. This is a tale of extreme sexual violence and is not for the faint hearted. The outcome may surprise you.
THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTERS
PART 1: LOUISIANA, ABOUT 4 YEARS AGO.
CHAPTER 1
YVONNE’S BACKSTORY
Yvonne grew up in South Central LA, the youngest of three. Her mother was a heroin addict, and had taken little interest in any of her children. The polite description of Yvonne’s childhood would be chaotic and difficult. Sustained neglect and abuse would be more brutally honest. Her mother died from an overdose when Yvonne was thirteen. The state became her parents, a task in which they performed poorly. It took six months for Yvonne to realize that you only got what you took. Already a good athlete, she threw herself into running and weight training. She joined a gang and tolerated the sexual servitude to the older boys, in return for the feeling of belonging and the ability to hurt and use the weaker girls. She killed her first girl at the age of 14 in a fight with a rival gang. As her teenage years progressed, boys lost interest in her increasingly hard physique, and Yvonne became exclusively gay. She was not afraid to offer sexual favors to any woman who could give her something in return, particularly teachers and coaches. Whilst her school was mainly black, she discovered the joy of hitting on weak (preferably white trash) girls and using them as she pleased. She had an almost supernatural ability to pick the ones who would not tell, or fight back.
Although not stupid, Yvonne could not afford to go to college. She was a talented sprinter. A combination of serious training, anabolic steroids and careful blackmail earned her a sports scholarship to a small Southern university. There she quickly made the acquaintance of the head coach, who shared Yvonne’s interest in making money and fucking young women. She loved her own muscular physique and the heightened sexuality that training brought on (helped by large amounts of cocaine and nandrolone).Yvonne started attending some body building contests, and like many college students did a bit of porn; mainly black butch fucks white femme sort of stuff. Doing this for pathetic men to jerk off to was not really for her; besides the “actors” were not the ones making the money.
Some years later, a prison psychiatrist would diagnose Yvonne as a “high functioning psychopath, with major narcissistic traits and considerable insight.” In other words, she was a vicious calculating bitch who got what she wanted and did not care how she obtained it.
Yvonne trained and studied hard towards her degree in sports science and chemistry; particularly performance enhancing drugs, and how not to get caught. She was charming, when she chose to be, and soon amassed a large circle of friends and acquaintances, which she used ruthlessly, always taking care to cover her tracks. Most were pleased to know Yvonne, especially due to her ability to supply almost any illegal drug on demand at reasonable prices. To a smaller group, Yvonne could have been the daughter of Satan himself.
Once Yvonne graduated, she got a job on the coaching staff as assistant to the head coach. She mainly worked, unofficially, for Dr Wan of UCLA, as liaison with the coaching staff. Dr Wan was an internationally famous sports doctor, and anti-doping advisor, to numerous national and international sporting bodies. He made his fortune by helping athletes escape getting caught. Gillforth University was one of three small universities involveduniversities involved in a secret research project. Dr Wan had close links to the Chinese government who, possibly, were intimately involved in enhancing the performance of their athletes by chemical means.
The problem was that the drugs did not work as well on athletes of African or European origin. In particular, women rapidly developed virilization; namely voice changes, extreme hairiness, aggression, breast shrinkage, fused labia and enlarged clits. In essence, they started looking like Yvonne. The whole of the coaching staff was involved in the conspiracy. They each had a sports consultancy, based in the Cayman Islands, with a suitable list of fictitious clients.
These clients paid well for non-existent work. The students were chosen carefully for sports scholarships, the chief criteria being corruptibility. Generally about half were doped, and half not. They had to agree to extensive monitoring, not only of performance, but mood and development of masculine traits. And to keep their mouths shut. The women were photographed monthly, naked. This included split beaver shots. These essentially pornographic pictures were useful blackmail tools for girls with consciences. Yvonne’s brass knuckles also had a persuasive effect.
None of the athletes were expected to perform incredibly well. Gillforth had a reputation of generous sport scholarships, but mediocre sporting performance. It did however produce good degrees for financially disadvantaged students. The project was to produce athletes with high average performance, “normal physique” and no failed drug tests. The knowledge was then used to help proper elite athletes elsewhere.
Approximately half the students were not doped at all. They were a vague control group, not scientific, but none of the research data was ever going to appear in a scientific journal.
Yvonne believed in the American way, i.e. making as much money as possible. She was extremely cunning. She could sense an opportunity and she knew when a storm was brewing. She was unsure how long the doping conspiracy would last. Basically a lot of people were looking the other way. It would only take one crusading journalist to blow the house down. Diversify, she thought.
Purely as a businesswoman, she told herself, she studied the local sex industry. There were few very successful pimps, and they dealt with the more expensive end of the trade, mainly doing outcall. Cheaper stuff was reserved to drug addicts and trafficked teenagers who could barely speak a word of English. Through her cultivated police contacts, she discovered that the lower quality, lower profit trade was the highest risk.
By sheer chance, she was offered a BDSM slave by a Dom called Adrian for services rendered. She was a tiny brunette called Alice, who loved being hurt, which suited Yvonne perfectly. She was also much better at domestic stuff than any of Yvonne’s many girlfriends. In fact, more than one girl freaked out when Yvonne brought her home from a club to find a naked young woman presenting herself as a juicy ingredient in a threesome. It was surprising how many joined in though. Alice lasted 6 months, followed by Lianna, a light skinned black woman (Yvonne was no racist), who unfortunately had too much of a heroin habit and had to go after 3 months. A year on, Yvonne was still trying to fuck every woman in the state. She. decided to find her own slave, following a fascinating weekend’s seminar at Master Adrian’s “College of Pain” entitled: “How to find and ensnare your Sub.” Yvonne was happy to combine business with pleasure.
CHAPTER 2
JULY 13TH
FIRST FIND YOUR SLAVE
Yvonne’s first major project was Mary-Beth. She was a blond 19nineteen year old from Hicksville, Missouri. She was an orphan on a swimming scholarship and a virgin. Mary-Beth stood 5 feet 6 inches, weighed 120lbs and had shoulder length dark blond hair and doe like light brown eyes. She had a typical swimmers physique with broad shoulders, big tits and slim hips, softened by a layer of swimmer’s puppy fat. Mary-Beth shared a room with another blond orphan from the sticks. Yvonne had her own apartment just off campus. Mary-Beth was shy and vulnerable and Yvonne was drawn to her like a leopard to a baby antelope. Her seduction was initially subtle; coffee, movies and workouts together. Mary-Beth spotted for Yvonne at the gym. She felt a strange embarrassing wetness between her legs as she watched Yvonne’s massive thigh muscles flex and knot beneath her glistening ebony skin.
One day, Yvonne purred, “Go on sugar, touch. I think you need a taste of real dark chocolate. Let’s shower and get back to my apartment.”
Mary-Beth gulped,” Sorry Yvonne, I didn’t mean to stare.” She blushed to the roots of her blond hair.
“I’ve a better idea. A new hairdo will cheer you up. Maybe nails too,” said Yvonne, and made a call on her cell.
They stopped at a hairdresser in town.
They seemed to be the only customers. Two tall black women in high heels and mini skirts looked Mary-Beth up and down in an openly sexual manner, which made her blush.
“I’m not sure about this Yvonne. I’m pretty short of cash,” Mary-Beth protested.
“Oh don’t worry, sugar,” Yvonne intoned., “This is on me. You just have to do exactly as I tell you. Now strip.”
Mary-Beth’s face was blank. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”
Yvonne took a step forward and slapped Mary-Beth hard enough to make her fall to the ground. She stood up, clutching her red cheek and started to cry. That was when Mary-Beth should have turned and run.
Yvonne snarled at the frightened teenager. “Don’t ever backtalk me again, bitch. Now get out of your skanky clothes and let these ladies inspect your hillbilly body.”
Mary-Beth was shocked but felt powerless to resist. She stripped to her floral pattern underwear and stood shivering with her arms clasped defensively across her chest.
“My God, you must be the world’s most stupid cunt,” bellowed Yvonne, grabbing a broom. ”Get yourself naked. Or I will ram this broom handle so far up your white trash ass that you’ll spit out your teeth. . Now stand up straight and put your hands behind your head whilst we inspect my property. That’s better. And sStop crying, for fuck’s sake.”
The women circled the terrified girl. She yelped when Yvonne lifted both her breasts as though they were fruit on a stand, and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises.
“They will do. The tan lines look cheap and slutty and the bush will have to go. If you were blond all over, it might be different. Now touch your toes and spread your legs.”
Mary-Beth winced as a stinging slap was delivered to her bare buttocks and gasped as a finger pushed through her virginal vulvae lips
“Mmm ladies, lookey here. The little slut's getting wet. And if I’m not mistaken, she has an intact hymen. I can’t remember the last time I saw one of those. You must be the only nineteen-year-old virgin in Dixie. Doesn’t puberty start in Kentucky when your daddy breaks you in?”
Mary-Beth felt a stabbing pain as the finger entered her vagina.
“Yeah. Nice tight white twat. Girl, you are gonna do more than just cry once you get some hard black dick up there. Why is it that you white whores have such small cunts? I heard that Britney claimed she was a virgin for so long by only taking it up the ass. What about you Blondie? I think I’ll call you Britney. Hey, help me here sister.”
Mary-Beth felt her buttocks being pried apart and screamed as Yvonne thrust a finger into her anus. She tried to stand and expel the invading digit, but one of the hairdressers was standing on her ponytail. Her sphincter had gone into a massive spasm.
“I think we can safely say that man hasn’t plowed this furrow,” announced Yvonne and removed both index fingers with a loud pop.
Mary-Beth fell to her knees sobbing.
“Now lick my fingers clean bitch. Or the finger will be replaced by the broom handle.”
“What do you want us to do first?” asked the older hairdresser.
“Tidy up her bush I think.”
“How about we trim it real short; wax it to a landing strip and bleach what’s left?”
“No. Wax her bald. And pluck out any rogue ass hairs.”
Usually the intimate stuff was done discreetly in a back room but, as the salon was officially closed, they wheeled the couch out to the main room so Yvonne could watch in more comfort.
Mary-Beth was made to put both her feet in stirrups whilst two strangers applied wax strips to her muffin and painfully plucked six curly hairs from around her pink starfish. Her anxiety and embarrassment merely increased the pain as the strips were ripped off.
Once the humiliating procedure was done, Yvonne told the girl to again touch her toes. Yvonne ran her tongue across Mary-Beth’s silky smooth mound and lips.
“Delicious. Now stick her in the tanning booth and turn it to max. I hate tan lines.”
“You know that’ll burn her?” cautioned the younger hairdresser.
“So what? The pain will remind her who she belongs to.”
After half an hour of excessive UV rays Mary-Beth was sat, still naked, in a chair and finally got a haircut; a short pixie with a longish fringe and cut very short at the back.
Once Yvonne had declared herself satisfied, Mary-Beth was allowed to put her blouse back on but not her jeans or underwear, which she was made to carry.
Sadly, for Yvonne, the parking lot was almost empty when she walked Mary-Beth to her Mustang. Her right hand gripped the girl’s bare butt cheeks, feeling the well honed muscles contract and relax.
On reaching Yvonne’s apartment, a couple of school age boys were hanging around outside, not doing much. Yvonne walked Mary-Beth up to the outer door, turned her to face the boys, and said sternly,
“You can look but you can’t touch,” as she lifted Mary-Beth’s blouse to just below the girl’s breasts.
Mary-Beth did not think her humiliation could get any worse, but she was wrong.
Once inside the apartment Yvonne stood behind Mary-Beth and ripped the girl’s blouse off.
“Time for you to learn some rules. When we are alone you are to be naked and address me as Mistress. In public, call me Yvonne. You will stand with your hands by your side looking at the floor. If I say toes, you will move your left foot twelve inches to the left and touch your toes. You will stay there until told otherwise. If I clap my hands once, you will assume the Swan, twice and you will assume the Peach. Kneel, slut. Now spread your legs, keeping your feet together. Wider. Good. Sit on your feet and put your arms straight out behind you. Arch your back and neck as far as you can. Thrust those titties out. You are offering them to me as a gift. That is the Swan.
“Now lean forward. Keep your back straight, and put your hands on the floor in front of you. Get your elbows at 90 degrees and put your head on your hands. Look to the left. Good. Now lift that ass up. Higher. Present both those stinking holes for fucking, like the bitch in heat that you are. That is the Peach and two claps is the command. Never look back at whoever is fucking you. Unless I instruct otherwise, you are always to be fucked in this position.
“Is that quite clear?”
“Yes,” whispered Mary-Beth.
“You are a slow learner I see.,” said Yvonne ominously.
Yvonne clapped her hands once and Mary-Beth moved into the Swan, thrusting her full breasts upwards. She was desperate to please. She could feel her love juice starting to trickle down towards her innocent anus. Yvonne walked around her slave a couple of times, and gently tweaked both her nipples. Mary-Beth let out a little moan.
Yvonne stood between Mary-Beth’s golden knees and kicked her in the groin.
Mary-Beth howled and fell on her side, both hands between her legs. Yvonne kicked her again in the left kidney, then knelt down and whispered in her ear,.
“Yes Mistress, you dumb cunt. Now say it properly.”
“Yes, Mmmistress,” Mary-Beth sobbed.
“All this teaching is making me wet. I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself then you can worship me.”
Yvonne shrugged off her sneakers, T-shirt, cycling shorts, sports bra and thong and sat down in a comfy chair, resting her feet on Mary-Beth’s toned, tanned arms.
She gave the girl ten minutes and then, with a gentle kick to the head, told her to stand up. Mary-Beth stood as instructed, looking at the floor, stifling her tears.
“Look at me and tell me what you see.”
Yvonne stood legs apart, with her hands on her hips. Mary-Beth looked and drank in Yvonne’s Amazonian body. 5 foot 10 inches of hardness. Her huge, muscular shoulders and arms. Her six pack. The thick cords of her thigh muscles. Her huge, black, surgically enhanced breasts. Her trimmed bush with a giant, pierced, clitoris clearly visible.
“You are a goddess, Mistress,” murmured Mary-Beth.
A clap and Mary-Beth dropped into the Swan, wincing slightly due to the pain from her bruised adductor tendons. She remained motionless as Yvonne kissed up her neck and chin, and then planted her mouth on Mary-Beth’s slightly parted lips. The teenager opened her mouth readily and accepted the delicious lingual invasion. Part of her mind was screaming, ‘No.’ She had been brought up in a strict orphanage, by fanatical right wing Christians, who hated blacks. They had taught her obedience though, through starvation and the strap, and that might was right. The thought of being a white lesbian slave was strangely deliciousintoxicating. Yvonne slid her hand over Mary-Beth’s quivering tummy and effortlessly slid a thick finger into the girl’s slick love tunnel. Pushing a bit, she found the teenager’s rubbery cervix and gave it a little wiggle. She decided against any more fingers as she planned to sell Mary-Beth’s virginity pretty soon.
When they both came up for air, Yvonne scooped Mary-Beth up and carried her to the next room, throwing her on to the bed.
“Lie on your back with your legs spread.”
Yvonne climbed on top of her, bent Mary-Beth’s right knee slightly, and continued her game of tonsil tennis, whilst rubbing her aching clit against the younger woman’s toned thigh.
Yvonne was near the edge. She rolled onto her back and pushed down hard on Mary-Beth’s fluffy, blond head until it was over her steaming pussy.
“Now eat your Mistress’ pussy.,” Yvonne commanded. “My pleasure is your only concern. You are released from all your worldly worries. You exist for one thing only, and that is to serve me.”
Mary-Beth looked at Yvonne’s swollen clit and her big purplish flaps. They were running with fluid, which she mused looked a bit like sperm. She had never been so close to a woman’s private parts and had little idea what to do. She found the smell nauseating. Mary-Beth knew that sex involved a man’s penis and a woman’s vagina. She also knew that boys liked a girl to suck their dick. She had been forced to do that frequently at the orphanage, and at high school. Mary-Beth set about licking up the pussy cream, which she realized could be an endless task as more quickly appeared. She decided to be bold and inserted three fingers into Yvonne’s big hot box. She gently wrapped her mouth around Yvonne’s rock hard clit and started licking. She reckoned that it was not much smaller than the first dick she had ever sucked.
Yvonne came with a roar. Mary-Beth looked up, afraid she had hurt her, and let her fingers slide out of Yvonne’s hole.
“What are you doing?” Yvonne boomed. “I have only come once. Get back to work and put your whole hand in. I’m wet enough to be fisted.”
Mary-Beth duly returned to her carnal duties. She was amazed at the size of Yvonne’s pelvis. A slight chill came over her at the thought of the same thing happening to her tiny virginal pussy.
Yvonne propped herself up to get a better view. She had already wrapped her legs around the girl’s back and was admiring her beautiful toned body. She had begun to formulate a plan. She knew that she wasn’t the only woman, or man, to be turned on by athletic whiteyoung girls. It was merely a matter of bringing the two groups together for money. Her new slave would be a perfect test of her business model.
Yvonne’s thoughts were interrupted by the approaching mile long freight train that was her second, third and fourth orgasms. She grabbed Mary-Beth’s blond hair and ground her pretty face into Yvonne’s thrusting pelvis. She briefly wondered whether slightly longer hair might afford a better grip.
Mary-Beth was almost suffocated by the huge woman’s pussy and was relieved when she was finally spent.
“Come here and kiss me,” Yvonne commanded, “I want to taste myself. You performed well.”
Further snogging ensued, and Yvonne put her hand back down to Mary-Beth’s slick slit.
“Lie on your back with your legs spread, knees bent and your hands behind them. I have not tasted virgin pussy for years.”
Yvonne brought over the bedside light to get better illumination and set about examining her new pussy (in that it was her property, if not actually attached to her body). Mary-Beth was clearly aroused, and her pink lips were swollen and puffy, covered by a thin layer of dew. Yvonne sniffed the heady aroma of girl sex. She gently peeled back the hood to reveal a tiny pearly erect clitoris. She sucked on a juicy labia and Mary-Beth moaned. The girl had correctly guessed that she was not to speak during the examination. Yvonne was wondering where she would like her slave’s genitals to be pierced. She licked at Mary-Beth’s tiny pink pee-hole and decided that a Princess Albertina would be exotic. And painful. Yvonne prodded the girl’s semi-translucent hymen with first one finger, then two. It stretched but showed no signs of tearing. It was oval shaped so Yvonne was able to adjust her fingers to minimize the risk of tearing. The girl’s cunt sap was flowing like a river so Yvonne pushed both fingers in to the knuckle. Then she started finger fucking her hard. Mary-Beth had a short tight vag and Yvonne had long thick fingers. Mary-Beth found the stretching of her innocent tube really painful, but the pain felt so good. She could have sworn that Yvonne had thrust a dildo up there. Not that she had ever seen one in the flesh.
“Britney, speak,” demanded Yvonne.
“Ooh Mistress,” Mary-Beth squealed. “yYou’ve deflowered me. Am I bleeding much? It’s fucking enormous. I think my muffin is going to split. I’m your little blond fuck slut. Oh Jesus, I’m coming.”.
Mary-Beth screamed and her pelvic muscles contracted around Yvonne’s fingers. She slid them out, replaced them with the tip of her tongue, and lapped up her slave’s sweet juices. This brought the girl to another shuddering orgasm.
Yvonne pulled Mary-Beth close to her and kissed her deep and hard.
“Taste your whore’s cum on my lips and lick it off my fingers. Your cherry is still there. I am going to have it popped at a time of my choosing.”
She put her two fingers into the girl’s mouth. Mary-Beth licked them clean, whilst Yvonne continued.
“Imagine something twice as long and four times as thick. You’re sure gonna bleed bitch. You won’t split. After all a baby’s gonna come out of that hole one day.”
Mary-Beth shuddered.
“Now roll on your side and tuck up your legs.”
Mary-Beth obeyed and felt Yvonne grasp her right breast. She wondered what abuse was coming next, but Yvonne’s arm soon became heavy and she started snoring. She always enjoyed post coital spoons, wrapped around a warm, soft girl’s body. Mary-Beth was soon asleep too.
Yvonne woke two hours later. She stood up and stretched. Mary-Beth was sleeping peacefully on her front. Yvonne walked over to the wardrobe and took a few seconds to find what she wanted. Moving back to the bed, she admired the skin of Mary-Beth’s ass cheeks. She loved white skin and Mary-Beth had clearly never sunbathed in the nude or even in a thong. She obviously had a little skin pigment or else she would not tan as well as she did. By tomorrow, her ass would be as red as a lobster and in a week the same golden brown as her back and legs. Still why not bring the redness forward by a few hours, thought Yvonne. She brought the riding crop down hard on Mary-Beth’s right buttock. The crack and almost instantaneous scream were like music.
Mary-Beth sprang to her feet confused. She clutched her bottom, which was on fire.
“Toes!” shouted Yvonne. The poor girl was too confused to register the command. She screamed as the crop struck her left breast, leaving a long red welt. Mary-Beth finally reacted and touched her toes, protecting her abused titty, but leaving her burning ass invitingly open to further flogging.
Yvonne tapped Mary-Beth’s meat flaps with the end of the crop.
“Not bad for a stupid white bitch. Now you are to run the shower and wash me. Then take the laundry downstairs and clean the apartment. I like my shower lukewarm.”
Mary-Beth rightly assumed that Mistress would get in the shower first. However, she was not totally sure of the etiquette of washing a goddess.
“Please Mistress, what do you require of me?” she asked sheepishly.
Yvonne immediately realized the limitations of totally controlling the girl. She was clearly going to have to get her to use some initiative.
“Mmm. Let me see. Pussy, asshole, tits, pits, arms, body, legs, hair, pussy, asshole. Use the special vaginal wash downstairs. Rinse me well and then do yourself quickly. Get out and have a large towel ready to dry me.”
Mary-Beth took her time gently washing her mistress’ private parts. She wanted to lick them again. She then slid her hand down Yvonne’s slick butt crack, and massaged the woman’s dusky starfish.
“Oh yeah baby. Stick that finger right inside and get me clean”.
She clenched her glutes hard and nearly broke Mary-Beth’s knuckles.
“It’s just no good Britney. Take your finger out and kneel down.”
Yvonne turned round and thrust her crotch into Mary-Beth’s face.
Mary-Beth closed her lips eagerly around the erect, dick like, clit and flicked the steel ring with her tongue. She gently rubbed Yvonne’s anal ring with her right index finger. It was almost sucked in by Yvonne’s powerful sphincter muscle. Cautiously she applied her middle finger, which slipped in effortlessly. Meanwhile she was rubbing her own pussy furiously with her left hand.
Yvonne put her left thigh on Mary-Beth’s shoulder.
“My God, you dirty little slut. Fist my fucking ass and make me come again”
Mary-Beth removed her two fingers, added a third, and slid all three into Yvonne’s rectum. She thrust again and again. Harder and harder. As Mary-Beth picked up speed, Yvonne thrust back which caused Mary-Beth to almost bite her clit. Yvonne did not notice. She was keen to stick things up other women’s asses, but had never really enjoyed ass play herself. She had never taken anything bigger than anal beads before. She could feel the improbable orgasm building inside her.
“Oh my God, oh my God, yes, yes, yes, you little blond whore. You inbred, trailer trash fucking-machine.”
Yvonne slid down the large shower cubicle with Mary-Beth’s hand still inside her. Mary-Beth had managed to jerk herself off without Yvonne noticing. Or so she thought. She cautiously took one of Yvonne’s long nipples into her mouth and sucked gently. She rubbed soap over the huge mounds and felt her juices start to trickle again. Just as well, since she was sitting in a cascade of warm water.
Yvonne was grudgingly impressed.
“Tell you what girl;, I have never been anally fisted before. And no ass play has ever made me come. I think my sphincter has gone to sleep. You’d better wash that shit off your hand. By rights I should hang you from the ceiling and give you 20 strokes of the riding crop for showing too much initiative. And for jerking yourself off without permission. Your cunt is my property and you are not to use any of my stuff without my say so. However, you are in training and the place isn’t soundproofed well enough. So I will spank you instead. What do you say?”
“Thank you Mistress for your leniency. I do not deserve it,” Mary-Beth whispered.
“Too fucking right. Finish off cleansing me and no more tit sucking for now”
Mary-Beth finished her task then carefully dried Yvonne in a large fluffy towel;, her own nakedness painfully apparent. She had never looked at another woman carnally, before (in fact she avoided nakedness as much as possible; which was difficult for a swimmer). Yvonne turned her on completely. She found the black goddess’ body amazing. Her casual cruelty was shocking but strangely reassuring. Mary-Beth had been beaten for as long as she could remember. Her swimming coach was a sarcastic bitch and even her roommate told her what to do.
Yvonne put on a fresh sport bra and cycling shorts. She laid the naked Mary-Beth across her knee. She gave her ten hard stinging slaps on her pale butt and then made her sit on a hard kitchen chair for her interrogation..
“Now tell me about your life. I particularly want to know about boyfriends and girlfriends. How much sex you have done, when and with whom? I will take notes and may interrupt. If I think you are lying, I will torture you good. I am only doing it this way ‘cos it’s quicker.”
Mary-Beth found this probing even worse than the probing of her private parts, but Yvonne was relentless. She was particularly interested in the boys Mary-Beth had sucked off. She went as far as digging in to a large box and producing three dildos for comparison. It was soon established that the biggest dick that had gone into Mary-Beth’s mouth had been four inches long. Yvonne then produced an 8eight-inch strap on.
“That’s probably the size of the smaller of the two kids we met earlier.”
Mary-Beth gulped hard.
Yvonne continued. She asked a lot of questions about Mary-Beth’s roommate, Rebecca. No. Mary-Beth had never kissed or touched her, nor had she seen her naked. They were both shy and lonely. Rebecca was from Arkansas and she had been deflowered by her daddy. She was put in an orphanage after she had a miscarriage. Mainly because her mom was fed up with her husband breeding with their daughters. There were simply too many mouths to feed.
“OK,” Yvonne interrupted, “Llaundry time. But first.”
Yvonne produced a small piece of pink plastic, which consisted of a four-inch long cone with a ring at the back.
“Know what this is?”
Mary-Beth shook her head.
“It’s your first butt plug. Now open your mouth and give it a good lick.”
Yvonne clapped her hands twice. Mary-Beth assumed the Peach. It was quite difficult doing this from standing and her elbows were certainly not at 90 degrees. She got another slap on her bottom.
“Skanky ass higher, bitch.”
Mary-Beth gasped as the device was rammed into her virgin asshole.
“We’re gonna need to stretch that hole good. Believe me a black dick really will split your back porch if you’re not prepared. I’ve known girls to be left with a colostomy. Don’t sit down too quick or we’ll lose the plug. It needs to stay in for two hours.
“Now it’s laundry time. Pick my stuff off the floor. Put it into the basket and carry it to the laundry room. I’ll show you this time. Shit, bitch. You ain’t got no clothes on. You are only to be naked indoors. Right?”
Yvonne slapped Mary-Beth hard enough to leave reddening finger marks on her left cheek.
“I appear to have ripped your blouse. Put on your jeans and bra. No, your butt will look better without the panties. You’re not going to catch your pubes in the zip are you?”
Mary-Beth felt self-conscious outside the apartment and two old black guys openly ogled her ample chest. Yvonne did not help by slapping her ass hard. Yvonne left Mary-Beth to load the machine. She returned to the apartment and booted up her PC. She quickly found a picture of the current swim team. An anodyne shot of 20 young white women, in navy blue T- shirts and fawn shorts. Solid, short-height girls with big smiles and sturdy legs. The Ts did well to hide their big shoulders. The overall image was wholesome rather than sexy, unless someone was into wholesome, athletic, white teenagers. Yvonne, of course, was. The two coaches stood behind staring sternly. Both were aggressive dykes who probably hit on most of the team. Yvonne had worked closely with them in enhancing the girls’ performance. She recognized Mary-Beth in the second row standing next to a girl who could be her sister. The other girl had pale blue eyes, and lighter hair. White girls did look much the same though. Yvonne had access to various university files and was able to tell that Mary-Beth had largely been honest, except for her financial affairs and poor grades.
Mary-Beth returned to Yvonne’s apartment and began to strip.
Yvonne threw her a pair of Daisy Dukes.
”Put these on. You’ll have to go back to the washing soon. You can clean the apartment topless. They look good. Bit loose. They belong to Takeisha, my current girlfriend. Got a big butt that girl. Can barely get in those shorts. Still, she’s in the slammer. Don’t look at me like that. You don’t think I’d actually have a relationship with an inbred white trash whore like you, do you? You are my slave. You are nothing. Don’t forget it.”
“No Mistress. Of course Mistress.”
Mary-Beth did a good job on the cleaning and then went to fetch the washing just wearing a bra and short shorts. She clutched the basket to her chest but a kid yelled at her.
“Hey Whitey. How ‘bout I fill that bald pussy of yours. I know you want it.”
Mary-Beth did the ironing and prepared dinner. Yvonne ate it with the plate resting on Mary-Beth’s bare back as the girl maintained a totally still doggy position. Mary-Beth was then fed a small bowl of dog biscuits and a bowl of water, which she had to lap. She was starting to feel the sunburn and a couple of swats from Yvonne with the riding crop on her burnt skin persuaded her to finish her”mealher ‘meal’. Yvonne then pulled out the little pink butt plug and replaced it with a much larger black one. It hurt like hell.
“Right. Do the dishes.. Then I’m taking you home. I want an early start ‘cos the real training starts tomorrow. Leave all your clothes here. Put these on.”
The girl was handed a sparkly gold Lycra boob tube and a micro-skirt that barely covered her bottom or private parts, plus strappy gold shoes with 6six-inch heels. Yvonne applied lipstick and eye shadow thickly to Mary-Beth. She looked like a hooker.
Mary-Beth tottered across the parking lot to Yvonne’s car, to a lot of wolf whistles and crude remarks. She was scared by what the men said they wanted to do to her. She feared Yvonne would let them. It would turn out that she was right.
As they drove, every bump in the road seemed to force the plug further up her anus. Her sphincter spasmed in protest.
On arrival at the college, Yvonne parked as far as possible from Mary-Beth’s room. She walked the girl slowly across the lot, whistling and rocking the base of the butt-plug to and fro. Tears were streaming down Mary-Beth’s face but she kept looking straight ahead as instructed. Yvonne was glad that she had not bothered with mascara. Finally, Mary-Beth had to climb three flights of stairs strewn with drunken football players and cheerleaders. All were happy to look up her barely there skirt. Ironically, none of them recognized Mary-Beth. If asked, most would recall her bald pussy.
CHAPTER 3
SLAVE SISTERS
They finally got to her room, and opened the door. Mary-Beth hoped that Becky was out. She was in fact sitting on her bed, wrapped in a pink towel, combing her hair.
“Hi Mary-Boo,” she chirped, without looking round. She turned suddenly, when she heard a deep voice.
“How sweet. Hi, I’m Yvonne. I’m Mary-Boo’s new friend.”
Rebecca could not believe what her friend was wearing. If her skirt were any shorter, you would be able to see her panties. The huge black woman she knew to be a friend of Coach Nicholls. Coach Nicholls had already touched Rebecca up in the showers and told her that, if she were a good girl, Assistant Coach duBois would not come visiting. She wished she had given her pussy up.
Yvonne clapped her hands once. Mary-Beth quickly stripped and made the Swan. Rebecca stood slack jawed. Yvonne slapped her hard four times. The increasingly loud party down the hall ensured Yvonne did not have to be too quiet. Rebecca was about 5ft 4in tall, and built lighter than Mary-Beth. Yvonne had no difficulty lifting Rebecca up by her throat, the girl’s face turning scarlet.
“I know both of you sluts have emergency loans to pay back to the college and your grades are slipping. Your daddy won some money and has hired a PI to find you. What do you think he will do? I predict some little hillbilly spawn, with hairy palms and webbed feet. Probably explains why you’s two both swim.”
Rebecca knew the game better than her naïve friend did, and once Yvonne let her go, she took off her towel and assumed the Swan, copying Mary-Beth’s position. Mary-Beth’s head was too far back to see what was going on.
Yvonne assessed Rebecca coolly, comparing her to slave number one. Her face was prettier. She had nice perky tits. 34B. No. More like 36, with those well developed back muscles. Well defined shoulders. Less puppy fat than Britney, and a hint of a centre muscle line. Rebecca had been out in the sun in a small bikini and had shaved herself bald. She had some stubble .but Tthat was easily remedied. Her small pink nipples were erect. More through fear than arousal. Yvonne pinched a nipple hard. Rebecca whimpered.
Yvonne smiled, cruelly.
“Sit up bitch. You have just done the Swan. Remember to push those fried eggs forward and don’t look up. Now Britney will show you the Peach. Watch, copy and remember the command. You have catching up to do.”
Two claps and Rebecca watched as her friend leaned forward and stuck her ass in the air. She was horrified. Their eyes met briefly. All four pupils were wide with terror. Rebecca copied Mary-Beth perfectly and awaited the inevitable sexual assault. Yvonne was hoping for a thong tan line but only saw one from a smallish bikini. She ran her fingers down Rebecca’s dry slit, and rubbed her thumb against the girl’s clit. Rebecca’s mind went blank as her juices slowly seeped out. She was soon moist enough to take two fingers.
“Oh yes. Another tight white twat. I assume daddy was a peckerwood. He certainly hasn’t stretched you much.” Her other index finger started to invade Rebecca’s virgin asshole. Her sphincter finally succumbed and the digit shot in hard. This time the poor girl cried out.
“Please, leave us alone. We’ll do anything. Just stop hurting us. What do you want?”
“Oh my,” laughed Yvonne. t”This one has spirit. You look so like sisters. I’m going to call you Jamie Lynn. Seems to work as you’re better looking, but still skanky. Fair enough. Stand up Britney. And cCome over here and stand next to your new sister.”
Yvonne removed her fingers from the girlRebecca’s orifices and allowed her to stand. She stood behind the two friends and put a hand on their shoulders.
“I’m sorry girls. I’ve gone too far. Forgive me.”
She punched Rebecca in the right kidney. The shocked girl fell to the floor and started moaning. Mary-Beth’s hands flew to her face. Yvonne punched her in the stomach, and grabbed her hair, as she sank to her knees, repeatedly slapping her now exposed face.
“Look what you made me do, Britney!” Yvonne roared. “Your skanky sister has no manners. This is all your fault. I am going to have to hurt her much more than I thought. In fact, I think you are both too fucking stupid to serve me. I have some interesting chemicals in my bag and you are both going to get a small prick in your asses. You will look awake but be totally compliant. I am prepared to write off my investment in you, but I am just too generous for my own good. I am going to march you two next door. Naked. The party is in full swing. There are enough randy jocks there to fuck you both all night. Then I predict an early morning raid by the cops, who will be very interested in the coke you are hiding under the mattress. Far too much for personal use, I suspect. Don’t think you’ll get emergency contraception in the slammer, or an abortion. Or to keep the babies.”
“But we’ve never touched drugs,” croaked Rebecca.
“I haven’t put them there yet, bitch.”
“Please Mistress. Permission to speak.”
Mary-Beth had stood up and was obediently looking at her feet. Yvonne nodded.
“We will try harder Mistress. Jamie Lynn has not learnt your ways yet.”
Yvonne waved her hand imperiously.
“Enough. Consider yourselves both on probation. Put on your swim team kit and pack wash stuff and a swimsuit each. We are going on a trip tomorrow. First Jamie Lynn needs a haircut. Wash your face Britney.”
Hardly anyone noticed the big black woman, and the two preppy blonds as they walked to Yvonne’s car. Yvonne moved the passenger seat as far forwards as possible and Rebecca squeezed in behind.
Mary-Beth recognized the hairdressing salon. They were greeted by only the younger woman this time. She was wearing a short silk kimono. Her hard nipples were evident.
“My word Yvonne. You’ve been busy. Looks like the other one’s sister.”
“Right you two,” Yvonne barked.. “Naked. Now. Fold your clothes neatly and put them in the corner. Miss LaLissa, please put the skinny one in the booth. But let me adjust her slightly first. Hands behind your head, bitch.”
Yvonne handcuffed Rebecca’s hands behind her head. She explained to Miss LaLissa.
“She’s a stupid white slut, but cunning. When she is out of the way, she’ll put a hand over her tits and cunt. Britney, get on the couch. As a gesture of gratitude, for opening again, Britney would like to eat you out. Isn’t that right Britney?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Why thank you Yvonne,” Miss Lalissa purred. “bBut I’d rather not have an audience.”
Yvonne nodded and grabbed Mary-Beth’ ear. “OK. Britney, get your ugly, fat, skanky ass into the back room. I had better get a good report, or Jamie Lynn will be riding the broom handle.”
Mary-Beth realized the she was about to become a genuine whore and was not really sure what to do. The skinny black woman made it easy, indicating that Mary-Beth should kneel, whilst she lifted the hem of her kimono. The room was in semi darkness so Mary-Beth had to navigate by smell, which was easy, if unpleasant, and then work her way through a thick bush. The other woman grabbed enough hair in each hand to grind her pelvis into Mary-Beth’s face. Her increasing groans seemed to indicate that the desired effect was being achieved. Then her juices seemed to flood into Mary-Beth’s mouth.
“God yes, you filthy whore.,” the woman moaned.
She let go of Mary-Beth’s hair and walked out of the room.
“Not bad Yvonne. Although I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of dyke. I’m a dick girl through and through.”
Yvonne bowed slightly. “Of course, Lalissa. Britney isn’t a woman. She’s a sex-slave. So it doesn’t count as lesbian sex. Looks like her sister is nearly cooked. I want you to get her cheap stubbly cunt nice and smooth. In fact I would like Britney to do it.”
Yvonne decided to leave Rebecca cuffed, and made her get on the couch. Mary-Beth helped her to get into the stirrups.
“How much ass hair has she got?”
“None, Mistress.”
Rebecca tried to catch Mary-Beth’s gaze so she could at least give her a smile. She had sussed Yvonne’s technique and knew that she was trapped.
Mary-Beth was shown how to apply the hard wax (gratuitously over heated on Yvonne’s insistence) and pull off. Unfortunately, Mary-Beth’s reluctance to hurt Rebecca meant that she pulled too slowly, which hurt even more. A second wax application was required. Rebecca mentally forgave her friend and gritted her teeth, stifling a scream. She had not been waxed before, but had endured many beatings.
On completion, Rebecca got her hair cut. A pixie, just like Mary-Beth, and now the girls could easily pass as sisters.
Rebecca was surprised to have her hands cuffed once again behind her neck. She was made to get back on to the couch. This time Yvonne secured her feet in the stirrups with duct tape.
“Lalissa, how about I lock up when I’ve finished here. I know where you hide the key.”
When the other woman had gone, Yvonne leaned down and first licked across Rebecca’s smooth bald mound, then moved down to her neat cunt lips. She had smaller saddlebags than Mary-Beth, making her pink flaps more visible. Her clit was totally hidden beneath a long hood and Yvonne was unable to peel this back far enough to see the girl’s pleasure button. After adequate training, she would be able to get both girls wet and erect on demand.
“Come here Britney and taste your sister. It will be just like home. Committing incest.”
As Mary-Beth leaned forward, Yvonne slipped two fingers into the girl’s wet vagina, gently stretching her cherry and very slowly started finger fucking her. Mary-Beth moaned.
“God you hillbillies are disgusting,” Yvonne sneered.. “Still, I suppose you have to fuck each other, ‘cos no normal person will. How much do you like your sister’s pussy Britney? How many times have you fucked her before?”
“Never Mistress,” Mary-Beth spluttered. “I mean it’s beautiful. But not as beautiful as yours."
“I’m ready to fuck now,” Yvonne snapped. “Come over here Britney. First, remove your butt plug and pop it up your sister’s hole. It sorely needs stretching.”
Mary-Beth had seen the eight-inch strap on before, and lifted it with trepidation. Yvonne showed her how to attach it to Yvonne’s butch frame. Mary-Beth was forced to kneel and Yvonne thrust the fake phallus into her inexperienced mouth causing Mary-Beth to gag and cry. Yvonne pulled Mary-Beth to her feet and slapped her thighs..
“It’s not your turn yet, bitch. Go and eat a bit more tuna sandwich. The wetter she is, the less it will hurt.”
Mary-Beth eagerly ran her tongue up and down her friend’s vulva, concentrating on her recalcitrant clitoris.
After two minutes, Yvonne slapped her on the butt and positioned herself between Rebecca’s helpless legs.
“Nice thighs,” she observed honestly. “Nice even skin tone. Strong muscles. A little fat, but no cellulite. I want to hear you, bitch. No clever faking stuff. Or I pop Britney’s cherry right now.”
With one almighty heave of the hips, Yvonne thrust the thick plastic penis in to the hilt. Rebecca screamed in pain and humiliation. This was as bad as being taken by her father. She had no difficulty in being honest with Yvonne.
“Oh fucking shit, take it out. Take it out, I beg you. It’s too big, I’m gonna tear. Please Mistress. I’ve only been fucked twice before. It really, really hurts. I’ll do anything if you stop.”
Yvonne responded by speeding up. Rebecca screamed even louder. She was unable to make any coherent sound. Mary-Beth sat behind Yvonne rocking, on the floor, with her hands over her ears, sobbing uncontrollably. Yvonne came much more quickly than she had expected, but it was a biggie. She withdrew the fake dick from the moaning girl.
“Right Britney, I think your filthy whore of a sister has been satisfied for now. She’s probably going to be a bit wobbly on her feet. But hey, that’s the joy of big dick. Undo her feet, and here’s the key to the cuffs. You worthless bitches are to clean the couch and put it back neatly, then sweep the floor. I don’t want the couch smelling of hillbilly cunt.
“What do you say Jamie Lynn?”
Rebecca was too traumatized to even hear.
Mary-Beth had been out in the sun in a racing back tankini, and had a corresponding broad tan line, which was getting redder from her earlier tanning booth overexposure. It was burning like hell. Yvonne slapped the red spot hard and Mary-Beth screamed.
“I will punish you for your sister’s ill manners. I have just pleasured her and yet she seems ungrateful.”
“Thank you Mistress for taking me and using my filthy hole for your pleasure. I am a useless whore,” sobbed Rebecca, rubbing her aching wrists, and trying to stand up straight.
As they busied with their tasks, Mary-Beth whispered,
“I’m so sorry Becky, this is all my fault.”
“Ssh, honey,” Rebecca whispered back. “It’s a game she’s playing. She will hurt one of us and then blame the other. I think it’s gonna get a whole lot worse. Don’t fight it. Make an imaginary box, in your mind, and lock your true self in. I will let you out when the time is right. We have both got to do whatever this bitch wants. Give in to her. She’s too smart to fool. Just keep the box hidden.”
CHAPTER 4
JULY 14TH-28TH
BREAKING IN
Next morning, at Yvonne’s apartment, all three women woke early. For the girls this was mainly due to the pain of their sunburn, which was particularly affecting their nipples and clitoral hoods. Exactly as Yvonne had intended. Yvonne was excited about the day ahead. She addressed her slaves.
“We are going on a little trip. You’re on break anyway. I am aware that you had signed up for some work around the campus. I have cleared it with your lecturers and coaches. We won’t be away for long. I need to be showered and fed. Jamie Lynn will wash me. Britney is too rampant to do it without trying to pleasure me. I will eat off of your back Britney as you have more burnt skin to rest my tray on.”
Yvonne only had one dog bowl. The girls had to take turns with their own breakfast. They then had to pack twoa holdalls with Yvonne’s clothes and toiletries., various sex toys, restraints, and, they suspected, implements of torture. They slaves dressed demurely in their swim team T- shirts and shorts.
Yvonne had hired a taxi and sat in the back with the girls, who affected to look happy. They almost pulled it off. The taxi dropped them off at the edge of a park, which was largely deserted at that time of morning. They walked across the park to the other side where an SUV with darkened windows awaited them. Yvonne opened the rear door and told the girls to get in. She sat between them.
“Nobody knows where you bitches are now,” she said in a chilling voice. “You could disappear forever. Now lean forward. Put your heads between your knees and put your hands behind your heads.”
They did as they were told. Predictably, the T -shirts rose up revealing a few inches of tanned lower back. Each girl felt something cold against their skin. Yvonne explained,
“Either of you move and you both get tazed, OK? If the cops stop us, which they won’t, we are on the way to a national trial, as evidenced by your swimsuits in the trunk.”
They drove for ages. This involved some dog- legs to disorientate the girls. Not that this was necessary. Finally the SUV stopped. The girls were cuffed and hoods placed over their heads. They were made to get out of the automobile and stand still. Rebecca thought that they were in a garage. Collars were placed around their necks in order to pull the girls forward by what appeared to be a lead.
“Walk forward, slowly,” a male voice commandedinstructed gently. “You are going down some steps. I will catch you if you trip. There is a guard-rail to your left.”
Rebecca had the sensation of descending into the bowels of the earth. The air was distinctly colder than outside. Finally they came to the bottom of the stairs.. They were un-cuffed and their hoods were removed. Both girls obediently looked straight down at their sneakers.
“Look around ladies,”, said the man’s voice, light and friendly. “I said, look around. Oh, I see you are already fairly obedient. Help me out here, Mistress Yvonne.”
Yvonne slapped both girls across the back of their thighs and bellowed at them.
“Master Adrian is your new trainer. You are to obey him, as you obey me. Now do as you’re fucking well told, dumbass bitches.”
Rebecca, for one, was not surprised to find herself in a large, well-lit dungeon. The high ceiling was tastefully vaulted and the floor was paved with large flagstones, interspersed with red painted steel grills. Presumably to wash away the blood. The stone stairs appeared to be the only way in or out. She almost giggled when she saw the iron rings on the wall, with manacles hanging from them, and the racks of whips and who knew what else. There were two or three tables (of the torture type she guessed) spread about. Two long steel rails spanned the ceiling and had winches attached. The only thing missing was a hunchback tending a brazier in the corner. There were also two cages.