Fuck Thing by Couture and Erica (FF, humiliation, ws, anal) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** It was a sorority room, much like any other, only this one was a little larger. After all, Kim was the head of her sorority and the honor came with a larger room. A private room, but that was no longer the case. Now there were tow girls, both of whom where busy studying for their respective tests. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary about the black girl laying on the bed, propped up on a pillow, with her book on her lap. However, something was just not quite right with the pretty blonde. She was sitting entirely too straight on the hard wooden chair. "Hey Kimmy," the black girl said. "How about fetching my sociology book for me?" Kim looked at the Teresa's book bag lying right next to the girl on the bed. She could feel her anger boiling to the surface. Black bitch! She hated being called 'Kimmy', she hated being treated like a servant, and she damned sure had good reason not to want to get up, but she knew better than to argue. Her eyebrows knitted in anguish as she slowly and carefully lifted her rear-end from her seat. The reason for her distress soon became apparent. There, hidden beneath her skirt, was a large black dildo, fixed to the chair, and buried deeply in tight recesses of her hot tight little college girl ass. "Hurry up bitch," Teresa said snidely. "I don't have all day." Kim gave a groan and renewed her efforts; her legs trembled as she raised herself - up and off the dildo that held her impaled on the wooden chair. She fumbled around in Teresa's book bag until she found the sociology book and then handed it to the domineering girl. "Here you are Miss," Kim said as meekly as she could. "Good girl," Teresa said. "Just sit it down right there." She pointed down to spot only inches away from the book bag. Kim did so with an inward sigh, and then walked back to her chair. A strained expression painted her face and a low groan growled deep in her throat, as she slowly lowered herself on the dildo sticking up obscenely from the chair. The growl turned into a long guttural wail as the huge latex cock slid slowly up her ass; stretching and filling her, stuffing her to the hilt. Eventually, her thighs came to rest on the hard wooden chair, her smooth ivory ass successfully engulfing the large black phallus. Sweat dappled her forehead, as she draped her skirt over the chair in case anyone came in. She tried once again to forget her distress and resume her studies. But try as she might, her mind kept wandering from the book and returning to her present situation. Here she was; president of her sorority, - speared - impaled - mounted to her chair like some sort of animal. Fetching things for her nigger roommate and worse - oh so much worse. And the worse part was; she had only herself to blame. After all, she was the one who had suggested bringing a little color into the sorority. Not like a real member or anything - just a token black girl. Let her pledge long enough to let the other sororities see that they were open minded about such things. Then they would put enough pressure on the girl during the pledge process to make her drop out. Oh, and did they have a lot of fun planned for her before that happened. However, nothing worked out like she had planned. And those damn smoothies that Teresa started making were to blame. They weren't just any smoothies, they were diet smoothies. All the girls were drinking them and they all lost weight. Kim most of all. Not only was she losing weight, Kim had never felt better in her life. The shakes were like liquid energy, and Kim could study for hours and party all night. She started to crave them more often. It was then that she asked Teresa for the recipe, so she could make her own. That way she could still have them when Teresa eventually quit the pledge process. "First," Teresa said. "Make me a member." "I'm sure you will be," Kim lied. "But you know you have to pledge just like everyone else." "Make me a member," Teresa insisted. "You know you can do it." "Sure," Kim said. Sure she was lying, but who would believe a poor ignorant black girl over the sorority president. "And I want stay in your room. I don't like being cramped up with all those freshman bitches." Kim had finally had enough. "No, you'll tell me the recipe, or else I'll make things hard for you. Real hard." She was already making it real hard, but she was certain she could make it even harder on the arrogant nigger who didn't seem to know here place. Oh, but she would learn, and it wouldn't take long. "Bitch, you don't know what hard is." Teresa got right in the sorority president's face, her eyes flashed menacingly. "But you're about to find out." Kim backed away. She knew she was no match for the larger black girl. Besides, who knew how many fights someone like that had been in. She probably even had a knife. "Get back where you were bitch," Teresa spat. "No." Kim was seeking a way out. Get help and get this criminal out of here. "Get back right now or I'll turn you in for the cocaine." "What?" Kim exclaimed incredulously. Cocaine? Never. The black bitch had clearly lost her mind. "The cocaine, bitch," Teresa said. "What do you think you've been drinking in those shakes?" No! She wouldn't! Couldn't have! But deep down Kim knew the truth. God, how could she have been so stupid? The energy. The weightloss. The lightheaded orgasmic feeling. "But you can't prove-" "I can prove it all right," Teresa said. "It's in your bloodstream. It's also in your room. Think of the headlines. Head girl is a coke head." "No," Kim gasped. What would her parents think? What about her friends? "Oh God no!" "Now, get back where you were," Teresa demanded, pointing down at the floor where Kim had stood moments ago. Kim stepped back in front of the black girl. She was sweating and scared by the physical presence the other girl. "Now I want you to make me a sister," Teresa said. "And you *will* share your room with me, understand?" "Yes," Kim squeaked. She tried not to move; her lips were almost touching Teresa's. "It's yes Miss Porter or yes ma'am, from now on," Teresa said. "At least when we are alone. You understand me bitch?" "Y-yes Miss Porter," Kim stammered. "B-but, what will I tell the other girls?" Teresa smiled. She knew she had won. "Oh, I'm sure you will think of something." And Kim did. It was controversial, but Teresa was made a full fledged sister and moved in with Kim within two weeks. *************** "Oops," Teresa said. "I forgot to ask you for a highlighter. I think there's one in your desk." Kim gasped and her face winced as she slowly raised herself off the dildo mounted to her chair. It was getting dry and it was much more difficult, but finally she succeeded and brought the highlighter. She was beginning to grow flushed with arousal. This was the fifth time in so many minutes she was forced to rape her own ass for her lover's amusement. She tried to think of it as being lovers, but it was hard, oh so hard with the way she was treated. Teresa wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Bitch, your little cunt is stinking up the room," she warned. "I'm sorry Miss Porter, I can't help being such a - such a . . . horny s-slut," Kim said, and blushed with humiliation. God, how she hated the way she smelled. She was always afraid that other people smelled her, smelled the musky scent of her arousal. Teresa never let her wear anything but the shortest of skirts, and she had been made to burn all her underthings herself. "Show it to me," Teresa said. "Let's see how much you enjoy this." But I hate this, I truly do, Kim thought to herself, even as she lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand, spread her legs wide, and thrust out her pelvis. Her pink lips were displayed, unable to hide behind their natural covering. Those blonde curly locks rested in a shot glass on Teresa's shelf. Taking her nether lips between forefinger and thumb, Kim displayed her most private treasure. Bared her wet sex and obvious arousal to the bitch that had ruined her life. "Oh yeah," Teresa said. "You are pure slut. I can't believe none of your rich friends knows it yet." To tell the truth, Kim couldn't believe it either. They had come in while she was mounted on the chair a few times. God, surely they could smell her. But, she remained there on her perch, and got them out of the room before they found out her shameful secret. "Go on," Teresa said, motioning to the seat. "Get back on it." Kim reluctantly turned and returned to her chair. Taking a huge breath of air, she positioned herself over the cock and squeezed her eyes shut in pain as she forced the cock deep into her ass again. "Please ma'am, it's getting dry," she whimpered. "So," Teresa said, shrugging her shoulders. "You want me to get my own stuff from now on? Is that what you're telling me?" "No Miss," Kim shook her head from side to side. Please don't get mad, she prayed in vain. She already recognized Teresa's sadistic glare. She was going to be punished. Teresa stood up, stepped out of her panties, and then walked over to the seated girl, straddled the chair in reverse and proceeded to look through the books on the shelf. "Let's see, what was it I wanted . . ." She scanned the books, arching her back, and sticking her plump ass into Kim's face; wedging her pale white nose into her brown crinkled asshole. "No I don't think it was one of these, do you?" Kim didn't need any directions. She began to lightly kiss Teresa's damp sex, always mindful to keep her nose firmly pressed into the black girl's asshole. "Ahhh," Teresa moaned, her nipples throbbed with need, reminding her that her slave needed to be punished. "Oh yeah, that reminds me." She opened up a drawer and retrieved the two items she wanted. Two nipple clamps, which she proceeded to clip on the firm pink flesh of Kim's hard crinkled nubs. "You've got me hot, you white cunt slut," she said, taking a small vial of white powder from the drawer. "You want a toot?" "Yes, Miss," Kim whimpered, careful to keep her eyes low and subservient. Inside Kim battled with herself. Mentally, she didn't want to, knew that it kept her wrapped around the finger of the cruel nigger bitch, but physically she felt the yearning. It wasn't as if she had a choice. Teresa was going to make her sniff the cocaine anyway. Knew it was what kept the prissy white bitch under control. Kim knew from experience that doing it voluntarily would be the less painful route. "You don't sound like you want it," Teresa said. "Oh please," Kim begged. "I need it." She didn't have to put on an act. She truly did crave it. She knew that it would deaden the pain the clamps were causing her nipples and relieve the constant humiliation she endured. "Are you my little white crack whore?" teased Teresa. Kim burned with humiliation. Dear Lord, how much further could she sink? She nodded her head in shame. Tears welled in her eyes, making the shine brightly. "Say it." "I-I'm your little white c-crack w-whore," Kim sobbed as her tears became a river. Teresa smiled as she took out a tiny vial of white powder. It had been expensive, but it was well worth the cost. She would have paid double to have enslaved the stuck-up white princess that was firmly in her power. She turned back around and leaned forward, her bottom facing the sorority president. "Spread my cheeks bitch," she ordered. Kim complied, bringing her roommate's sex and rosebud into view. She watched in horror as her black roommate took out a tiny spoonful of white powder and sprinkled it the crack of her ass. "Do it," Teresa growled. "Do it you fucking crack whore." Kim prayed for someone to take her out of her misery, rescue her from this cruel nigger bitch. Tears fell from her cheeks as she bent down to the altar of brown flesh. She was filled with shame, not only for what she was doing, but also for the simple fact that she was turned on. Her body begged for attention. She brought her nose above the tiny crinkled hole and took a long sniff. Oh, God! Liquid pleasure burned through her brain. "You are a true crack whore now, you know that Kimmy?" Teresa laughed. "Heh-heh, I think you missed some." It didn't matter anymore to Kim. The humiliation dissolved. She pressed her nose in between the two dark moons and sniffed. In the back of her mind she knew what it smelled of and what came out of the dirty hole, but she didn't care. She even stuck her tongue and licked the brown girl from her pussy all the way back up to her crinkled rosebud. Teresa's fingers played over her sex. "Oh that's it. Oh God, you are really doing it. You are eating my ass. Fuck, oh that's it. Do it. Lick my ass you white whore." She lay there for awhile, basking in pleasure as the white society slut worshipped her ass. Finally, she had enough and wanted more. Wanted to feel something in her cunt and a soft pink tongue licking her clit. "Get up bitch and get the strapon," Teresa said. Kim shot up from her chair. The dildo in her ass came out with a plop. She opened up the drawer to find a double headed strap-on dildo. One cock could be inserted into the fucker while another hung obscenely, waiting to impale the fuckee. Poor Kim was so delirious from the burning in her loins and from the buzzing in her brain that she quickly shoved one end into her gushing sex, fucking herself with the fake cock. She was oblivious to the outraged stares of her black Mistresses. Teresa stepped over to her and delivered a stinging blow, snapping her back to reality with a slap to her clamped tit. Her head snapped up and her eyes locked with Teresa's dark burning glare, realizing she had made a big mistake; way too late to avoid the consequences. The rubber cock now dangled uselessly as Kim quickly laced her hands behind her head to receive more tit slaps if that is whatTeresa intended for her. Kim dared not look away from Teresa and couldn't hide her tears when the blows began to rain down on her helpless tits. Her nipples were swollen to twice their size and the teeth of the alligator clamps bit into her mercilessly. Every slap shot through her like a jolt of electricity and, as pain turned to pleasure, Kim became increasingly aware of the cock still buried in her hot pussy. Adding insult to injury, Kim had unconsciously begun bending her hips and then flexing her ass, her movements increasing in speed until she was effectively fucking herself- without permission- brazenly defying her Mistress but helpless to stop, seconds away from orgasm. "Look at you, you filthy white slut! Fucking your sloppy pussy, right in front of me! You think you're going to come, do you? You really think you're going to come after this, bitch?" Teresa asked incredulously as the strapon slapped around Kim's thighs and pubis. Her body spasmed and shook for a release that would not be coming to her soon. She struggled to be still, the tone of Teresa's voice cutting her to the quick. God, please don't let anyone hear, she prayed. Her room was on the very top floor which served some protection, but Teresa had never been this loud before. Teresa pulled Kim's head back by her long blonde pony tail and reached down between the blonde's shapely legs. She wrapped her hand around the rubber dildo, and ripped it; along with the one buried deep inside, from her body. Wetness seeped from Kim's pussy and painted her thighs and mound. She was balanced on spread knees now, empty and aching; tit slapped and denied a release, her hair still clenched in Teresa's fist, stretching her neck painfully. Teresa smiled wickedly, and looked down at the dripping phallus that had been Kim's lover only moments before and forced it painfully past the girl's lips, pinning her tongue and continuing down her gullet until she gagged on her own caught breath. Her throat bulged and her eyes grew wide, pleading with Teresa to allow her to breath. Teresa looked back coldly. Kim was proving to be an interesting slave. She was always daring Teresa to explore new depths perversion. With her doe eyed blue eyes and stuck up demeanor, she practically begged for domination. And no matter how much she cried and protested, Teresa knew sorority slut was a sub to the core, and that knowledge, coupled with her natural feelings of superiority, made it very difficult for Teresa control her sadistic urges. Looking down into Kim's pleading eyes, Teresa pulled the dildo from her throat and slapped her face with the slimy wet tool. A long six inch welt marked her cheek. "First things first, you- my little horny slut- are going to get what you wished for! You will be stuffed and you will fuck- but not the way you might think." Teresa said sweetly, her voice dripping with facetiousness. "And, my sweet, you will have a new name. Until I say otherwise, your new name is Fuck Thing, got it?" Teresa said. Kim coughed, "Yes, Miss Porter," she replied, her voice raspy from the oral assault. Teresa stripped the young blonde, making quick work of removing the small miniskirt and tight t-shirt, that had almost become a permanent uniform for the girl. "Bend over," she muttered. Kim obeyed, shivering as Teresa wrote on her ass with a Sharpie. "Fuck Thing," it advertised. "Now let's get you fixed up properly," Teresa said excitedly. She retrieved the double headed dildo from the floor and moved to Kim. Grabbing Kim by the ponytail again, she crammed the cock down her throat and strapped the leather buckle around Kim's head. Her blue eyes bulged at the intrusion, but she was helpless to stop it. Soon, the other end of the black cock rose from Kim's lips, effectively turning her face into the male pubic region. Teresa beamed with pleasure at the society bitch's subjugation. The only shame was, she was the only one to see it. What good was it to have a slave like this if no one knew about it? She looked over at the door. Did she dare? She did. "Wait here bitch," Teresa said. "I'll be right back." While Teresa was away, Kim prayed to God no one else would walk in. What would they think seeing her, her sex shaved and wet, naked, and with a perverse dildo sticking from her lips. Worse, Fuck Thing had been written on her ass. She almost dared to get up and get dressed. Almost. Shaking inside, she heard footsteps at the stairs to the door. She gave a sigh of relief at seeing Teresa. Thank God! However, her relief turned to anguish as Teresa walked in and there behind her followed another girl - and then another. Oh God, it was the whole pledge class! What had she done? "Hello girls," Teresa said. "Meet Fuck Thing." Yanking Kim's head back hard by her hair, Teresa glared and said, "Fuck Thing, where are your manners, say hello to all the girls!" But she couldn't. Not with the cock in her throat. Tears of shame rolled down her red cheeks. "Huh-huh," she grunted through her nose. "Crawl around this room right now and introduce yourself to my friends". Kim dropped to all fours and went to Dawn first, because she was closest. She looked up briefly. "Huh-huh," she grunted. "Jesus Christ," Becky exclaimed. "Is that Kim?" "No, her name is Fuck Thing now. And she's my slave." Smiling, Teresa admired her handiwork and then, stroking Kim's hair gently, she said, "Think of her as *my* pledge. Hell, think of her as *your* pledge. Think of all the shit you've had to put up with all your lives from pretty blonde society bitches. And now . . . and now the shoe is on the other foot, isn't it?" There was a cautious nervous giggle, then, a squeal of delight. "Oh God, I can't believe it," one girl said. "This is so fucking cool." "Who wants to be first?" Teresa said. "Fuck Thing is just dying to introduce herself to you properly, aren't you Fuck Thing?" Kim burned in shame as she nodded her head, the black cock bobbed up and down luridly. Was there no end in her shame? Thank God, the girls seemed mature enough to not play Teresa's sick game. But the silence didn't last long. "Me," one of the girls said. "I'm next," said another, as they quickly removed their shorts and panties, crawling over each other and vying for position of 'first fuck' from their new toy. There were ten girls, and Kim got to know them all quite intimately before the night was through. Their bodies, their pussies, their asses. They had taken turns, first one and then the other. Using the dildo in her mouth as a surrogate lover. Then they had taken it out and she pleased them with her tongue and fingers. Dear God, one of the girls had even been on her period. Kim would never be able to live it down. And to make sure of that, Debbie a young film major, went back to her room and got her video camera. When she returned Kim's mortification was complete. It was bad enough to be humiliated and forced to perform perverse lesbian sex acts. It was quite another to do it with a camera stuck in your face, being told to keep your legs spread and back arched, smile baby, or let me see that pretty tongue. It was her last night at the sorority. One of her sisters walked in and caught her with her tongue buried in a pledge's ass. That she would leave was a certainty. However, Teresa got them to pay for the rent at a small apartment as hush money. Kim went to school for another month or so, but word had gotten around about what she had done. Not only were there comments, but some took it even further and tried to take liberties with her. She had tried to be strong and fight them, but Teresa kept her in clothes that were positively scandalous, not even affording her the protection of underwear. Whenever she tried to avoid the unwanted attention of her fellow students, they would simply dart a hand beneath her skirt and stroke the bare flesh of her wet sex until she agreed to do anything they wanted. It was too much for Kim and she soon dropped out of school. Afterwards, she continued living with Teresa. She had to. But, the black girl's demands increased almost every day. It was as if she wanted to see just how far Kim would submit before saying, "enough." Kim's head was shaved bald and she wore wigs most of the time. The wigs were usually blue, red, and pink, an advertisement for her deviant ways. Fuck Thing was now tattooed permanently to the flesh in the small of her back. Easily seen due to the low hung skirts and belly shirts she wore. Her feet were locked into a pair of red four inch heels. But the worst part was her sex. Four stainless steel rings pierced the flesh of her nether lips, sealing her sex, keeping it safe from intrusion. They were punishment for Kimmy speaking to one of Teresa's boyfriends without permission. "I think another trip to the parlor will teach you to keep your hands off my men," she said. The parlor. The very words were enough to make the former sorority president quake with fear. There was the tattoo of course. There were also piercings in her nipples, nose, and belly button. God how they all hurt, but they were nothing compared to the pain of the rings that were placed in her labia, connecting them. "You're mine, Fuck Thing," Teresa had said, while tears ran down Kim's cheeks, as the man locked her sex up for good. And then the man put another tattoo on the lower part of Kim's belly, an advertisement that her pussy was now and forevermore, "Property of Teresa." "Oh yeah, you are definitely mine now," Teresa continued, her fingers were moving fast beneath her own skirt, masturbating herself right there in the open in front of the tattoo artist. "No dicks in that cunt now, so you better keep me happy bitch. Real happy. You do want to keep me happy, don't you?" Kim sniffed and nodded her head. Before she left, she licked her Mistress to orgasm and performed oral sex on dirty tattooed man for Teresa's amusement. After that, Kim wouldn't even look at a man without permission. Although it seemed at times that her Mistress was disappointed in her obedience. She seemed to go out of her way to leave Kim alone men where she was forced to fend off the unwanted attention as best she could. To Teresa, it was funny that Kim still stuck around. There was nothing holding her in the service of her Mistress anymore. The only person using cocaine now was Teresa, and she only permitted Kim to get high on rare occasions. Kim stayed now because she loved her black Mistress. Worshipped the very ground the girl walked on. As a matter of fact, worshipping Teresa's feet with her mouth was a daily occurrence. It was one such morning, while Kim was ardently felating Teresa's big toe, when what Kim had feared for weeks happened. Teresa stroked her slave's bald head, and looked down amusingly. "What am I going to do with you little Fuck Thing?" Kim looked up with tear filled eyes, but her tongue never missed a beat. This was a question that scared her even more than mention of the parlor. She had felt it coming for months. She knew with a certainty because Teresa's new boyfriend Derek was coming over more and more. Kim had never officially met him, but she had seen him often enough. She had peeked out between the slats of the closet she was confined within, and watched as he made love to her Mistress. Watched jealously as her Mistress made him come again and again, riding him, him riding her, a black cock in Teresa's cunt. It was something that Kim hadn't felt in almost a year. The worst was watching them kiss. Yes, Kim had expected this for sometime now. She had prayed every night that her Mistress would get tired of Derek and break up with him for good. Break up with him and come back to the one who really loved her and had proved it over and over again. Had proved it with her tongue and the rings and marks that adorned her body. "Please," Kim sobbed, not waiting for her Mistress to finish. "Please Mistress. Fuck Thing will do anything. You know she will - anything at all. Just please don't do this to me. Please . . . I'll do like I did with your other boyfriends." "Oh Fuck Thing, those were the days, weren't they?" Teresa said grabbing her slave by the ear and tugging her to her crotch. "And it was always a turn on to watch you lick me until I was ready and then got my lovers hard for me. Mmmmm, it turns me on even now, thinking of you inserting them in my pussy while your own little box was locked away. Get that tongue to work on my pussy bitch," Teresa demanded. "Pretend you are licking their cum out of me. Oh yeah, that's it baby." Teresa's black body rippled as her hips gyrated on her slave's face. "But I want different things now," Teresa continued. "I want to be Derek's wife." Kim was crying and sobbing while she licked for all she was worth. She tried every trick she knew. She proved her love to her black Mistress's pussy and clit in the only way she could. Teresa was coming again for the third time. "Oh fuck and *babies*. I want his babies - oh - oh - oh fuck." When Teresa was finally sated, she climbed off her slave's face, using it, along with Kimmy's bald head to clean her sex; marking the slender girl as her property one final time, before getting out of bed. "But- but - I-I love you.," Kim said, falling down on the floor, grabbing her Mistress's ankle, and worshipping her foot with her tongue. "And - and I belong to you." And she did belong to the black girl. Didn't the tattoo say just that? Tattoo's were forever, so was love, and so were Mistresses. "Not anymore," Teresa said as she pulled her foot free and opened up the door to the master bathroom. There was someone there! Kim's eyes started at the expensive pumps and rose up the long thin legs in front of her. White legs. The bottom of a business suit. Who was it? "Did I give you permission to look at me, bitch?" the woman asked. "No Miss," Kim whined, turning to Teresa for help. Teresa's eyes were as barren as a desert. "You better listen up slut. I'm selling you." "Give me something to punish her with," the woman said. "No never mind. I have just the thing." Kim heard the sound of something sliding against cloth. Then she was ordered to keep her eyes closed and to get to her feet. "Legs spread," the woman ordered. "Arms crossed behind your neck. Chest out." Kim was uncertain what to do. This woman wasn't her Mistress, but she sure acted like it. She shouldn't have to obey, but she found herself doing it anyway. Found herself getting hot as she did so. The woman then whipped Kim's breasts with a thin leather belt, stripping them with streaks of purple and crimson. Her thighs were wet with moisture and trembled with every lick. Tears fell from Kim's cheeks, but not once did she beg for mercy, look up, or get out of position. "Very good," the woman said. To Teresa: "May I have a word alone with the slave?" "Take as long as you want," Teresa said as she turned and left the room. "Open your eyes slut," the woman said. "But don't get out of position." Kim blinked open her eyes. Seeing the woman for the first time. Oh God, it was . . . "You recognize me I see," the woman said. "Melis- " Kim began, but was slapped across the face. "Miss White," the woman said. "And Mistress if I decide to buy you." "Yes, Miss White," Kim said. It wasn't her fault; it was just a habit. Melissa was one of her sister's from back in her sorority days. "Now let me get a good look at the merchandise," Miss White said, as she began to circle her former college mate. As she circled, she touched every adornment that had been added to Kim's body, tisking as she did so. "She's really done a number on you I see. Do you remember what you were studying back in college?" "Yes, Miss White." She was studying to be a lawyer. She had given it all up to be Teresa's slave, but she did remember. Although, it was hard to remember with Melissa's hand down between her thighs, fingering the rings that held her sex together and tugging her sensitive clit. "You know, you were an inspiration to me, Kim," Melissa said. "Or should I call you Fuck Thing? At first I wanted to be like you . . . a successful lawyer. That was before you turned into Teresa's little Fuck Thing. And then - and then I wanted to own you ever since. I saved up a lot of money for you. Every case I won I thought about you, what it would be like to possess you. And then . . . well, let's just say the price turned out to be a lot less than I expected," Melissa amused, almost pleased about the concept. "I wonder - is there something wrong with you? Maybe you don't even want to be a slave." The tears returned to Kim's eyes and her cheeks colored. She felt a shame for the first time in a long time. Teresa didn't want her anymore. And Melissa - Melissa knew her from before. Had even looked up to her. Could she give herself to Melissa? She didn't love her, not like she loved Teresa, but she was terrified of living without a Mistress. She needed the sense of security that only being owned could provide. Kim knew what she had to do. She dropped down to her knees and kissed Miss White's expensive shoes. Shoes that she might have wore if she had been stronger back in college. "Please - please Miss White. Will you be my Mistress?" Her kisses trailed up to ankles, to knees, and finally to thighs. The belt leaped out and striped Kim's back, leaving a long blue welt. "Bitch, do you deserve to lick my pussy?" Melissa demanded. "No Mistress." "You're damn right you don't." Melissa said. "Look what you've let her do to you. Jesus, do I have my work cut out for me." Then she turned around so that her ass was facing her former mentor and rival. Kim was busy sliding her head beneath Mistress White's skirt. "May Fuck Thing take off your panties, Mistress?" "Yes she may," Melissa said. "But with her mouth only." "Of course Mistress." Kim's teeth caught the edge of the woman's panties, and she drew the down her legs. Melissa stepped out of them and brought her foot down on Kim's neck, trapping her against the floor. A thrill ran through her sex at the girl's submission. No, she wasn't a rich college girl anymore, she was just a thing, a Fuck Thing. Melissa reluctantly let the girl up so that she could finish what she started. Kim kissed her way up to Melissa's ass. As she got closer, she could smell the young woman's expensive perfume and also the scent of her arousal. She could smell something else . . . Melissa wasn't quite clean. But it didn't matter. Kim wasn't going to do anything to blow this chance. She stuck out her tongue and licked. Licked the dirt from Melissa's ass. Then she stuck her tongue inside and made love to it. Made love to her dirty ass. 'I love you. I do love you,' she thought. 'See how much Fuck Thing love's you. Please take her with you. Please let me belong.' Melissa did her best to remain standing. "Oh God, I can't believe this. She said that you would do anything, but I didn't really believe her. Ugh -ugh - I thought no way would Kim McTeridge lick my ass - oh fuck - lick my dirty ass. Mmmmm two hundred dollars. I paid less for you than these shoes. Do you realize that? Oh that's it, stuck your tongue - right-ugh-up -there-bitch. Oh fuck yes. You think I'm going to be easy on you, but I'm not. You're going to work for me, at the office and at home. I'll dress you in slutty clothes, and you'll flirt, oh how you'll flirt. With man and women alike. You'll whisper sweat nothings in their ears, you'll rub that hot little body against them, you'll tell them all sorts of sexy stories about what you do at night. You'll even do this with some people who knew you from your other life . . .won't that be nice?" The thought of such submission was turning Kim's sex to creamy jelly. Her nimble fingers sought her ringed cunt to bring it relief in the only way that had been allowed for the last two years. She was just getting into rhythm when Melissa realized what was happening. She turned and smacked her in the face. "Disobedient bitch, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" "Fuck Thing is finger fucking her cunt hole," Kim replied. She realized by the look on Melissa's face that she had done something she wasn't supposed to. Evidently the rules had changed. Her face stung. She could feel her cheek bone swelling, and began to sob. "Oh I'm sorry - I-I'm s-orry. I didn't know it was a - a r-rule." "As I was saying bitch. You are going to show your body. You will act like the perfect slut. The perfect little paralegal slut tease. I'll even share that mouth of yours with my friends. We may even make a party out of it. But, that pussy baby . . .that pretty ringed cunt is mine, and mine alone. No one's to touch it, not even you. . . only me." Melissa's face was beamed with power, and she had such a look that it scared Kim to the core. She took Kim's head and tilted it up so the submissive girl was forced to look at her, reached down with her other hand and mercilessly teased the young woman as she continued. "And baby, I'm going to remind you of it constantly. I think I'll hang a little bell from your big clit. Every time you hear it jingle you will know whose little cunt hole that is. How do you like the sound of that, Fuck Thing?" God, how was she going to bear it? Not only to be constantly teased and made to look like a slut, but to have a bell jingling between her legs. Oh - oh , it was intolerable. It made her insides melt and quiver. "Yes, ma'am," Kim said, her body reacting to Melissa's teasing fingers, her cheeks blushing for the first time in a long time. Mistress White lifted the hem of her skirt, grabbed Kim by the neck, and pushed her into her sex. "Oh yes, you will learn to appreciate each and every orgasm, baby. I plan to dole them out slowly, so very slowly, making you earn each and every one for that poor lonely pussy. But don't worry dear, I plan to share it a bit. As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to show it to your parents. I want them to see what you've done to yourself with your little rings and bell. I can't wait to see their faces when you tell them all about your black lover. Oh baby, they're going to be so thankful for me rescuing you they will do anything I say. I bet they'll even spring for a little laser surgery to have Teresa's name removed from your cunt. Ha-ha, little will they know that we'll replace it with Mistress Melissa and we'll have your pubes permanently removed while we're there," Melissa cackled. "Oh fuck, that's it Fuck Thing, work my clit, suck it you sexy bitch. O- oh - ohhh- Fuck fuck - oh fuck I'm coming." After her second orgasm, and while Kim knelt between her legs, her tongue lingering lovingly on the folds of her sex, she called Teresa back into the room. "We have a deal. I'll be glad to take the slut off of your hands." Teresa looked antsy. She had watched from the door, and the feelings it stirred up wasn't just horniness, there was also jealousy. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to get rid of her slave. After all, she had earned her fair and square. Besides, she did a good job of keeping up the place. Maybe she could work it out with her boyfriend. Make a little room in the garage and keep the little bitch in there. One thing was for certain, she knew for sure she didn't ask for enough money. Next time she would get more, much more. Maybe her parents would even pay to have her back. "Look Melissa, I'm having second thoughts," Teresa said. "You hear that pet," Melissa said, stroking her former sorority sister's bald head. "Your old owner is trying to renege. You don't want that do you? No, don't turn your head baby. Keep it right there in my cunt and give it a little shake up and down or from side to side." To Teresa: "Nope, it looks like Fuck Thing is mine now." "Get over here now bitch!" Teresa demanded. "I own you. . . I-I-I'll beat you black and blue if you don't get over here right now." Kimmy was a little torn. She was scared of Teresa, and wanted to obey, but she couldn't risk angering her new owner. "Open your mouth Fuck Thing and put it right over my cunt," Melissa said. "That's a girl. Nice and tight." She looked right at Teresa and smiled while she continued to talk. "Tell me pet, have you ever served as your Mistress's toilet?" Kim's shook her head, careful to keep her mouth firmly in place. No she had never done that. Never even thought of it, the idea was so forbidden, so perverse, her own pussy quivered with pleasure. Kim's bright eyes grew large as saucers when it happened. First, a small spurt that quickly grew to a gushing stream. The hot fluid filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. The taste was salty and bitter. Teresa looked on dejectedly. It was over. Fuck Thing belonged to this bitch as surely as she had belonged to her for two years now. She turned and walked from the room without another word. Kim knelt and licked what she had missed from Melissa's thighs. She was happy. She had a new Mistress, and she loved her with all her heart. Yes, it seemed Mistress White was going to take good care of her. She could see it already. The End If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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