Heather's vision was blurry and she was disoriented, but she could tell that she was lying down and there were some objects all around her. There was a bright white light in the room. As her vision returned, she squinted into the light and saw that the objects around her were video cameras, pointed at her from nearly every angle, including one dangling overhead. She tried to get up to see what was going on, but then realized she was tied to the table she was on, not to mention she was gagged, and with a dog collar around her neck. That's when she noticed - she was naked!
Heather let out a loud grunt around the ball gag in her mouth, which alerted Jennifer to Heather's waking up. Heather saw her friend approaching. Jennifer was naked as well, save for the knee-high stilleto boots. She also carried a riding crop. Heather was confused to no end about her situation, but she couldn't help noticing just how sexy Jennifer did, in fact, look.
"Glad to see you've woken up, little girl," Jennifer said. Heather mumbled around the gag, which Jennifer removed.
"What the hell are you doing? What's going on?" she asked.
"Well, Heather, I just thought if you're going to be a boyfriend-stealing slut, you should go all the way and be a total slut."
The mention of the word slut made Heather twitch of fear, but also excitement. She had always had some fantasies of submission, but she wasn't going to tell Jennifer that.
"Look, I don't know what you want, but...ow! Ahhhh!"
Jennifer had started to twist Heather's nipples. "Listen, whore, you'll speak when spoken to, understood?" Heather nodded, both in submission and anger.
Jennifer tapped her riding crop on Heather's pussy lightly. It made Heather jump, but Jennifer noticed that Heather was slightly moist. "Oh my....this is turning you on, isn't it?"
"No, it's not! Shut up, you stupid bitch!" Heather was resisting her own feelings.
Jennifer brought down the riding crop hard on Heather's inner thigh. "Owwww! Dammit!"
"Treat mistress Jennifer with the respect she deserves, slut!" Heather could only nod.
Jennifer began to crawl on top of the table. "Let's get to business," she said, reaching for a box on the floor and pulling a rather large dildo out of it. It shocked and excited Heather at the same time.
"Suck," she said, holding it close to Heather's mouth. Heather held her lips shut and turned her head away.
"Tisk tisk," Jennifer said, as she began to twist Heather's nipple again. Heather opened her mouth to scream, only to find the dildo shoved all the way down her throat. The surprise made her choke, but she had taken some rather large cocks in her mouth, so once she adjusted she could handle it. Still, she refused to bob up and down as her captor wanted.
Jennifer began to lightly rub the riding crop on Heather's thigh. "Make it sexy, or you know what."
Heather resigned, and began to suck it tenderly, like she would her boyfriend's dick. She ran her tongue around it gently, taking it in and out of her mouth, and even going all the way down, but it was clear at first she was only going through the motions. Then Jennifer lightly slipped the handle end of her riding crop into Heather's pussy. The shock made her jump, then she began to moan. She started sucking more hungrily as she got turned on. Pretty soon, she was moaning and sucking hard, bobbing up and down on the fake cock like she couldn't get enough of it. It shocked even Jennifer when, after pulling the dildo away, Heather's head followed it with her tongue out, as if trying to get as much as she could.
"Hungry, are we?" Jennifer asked. The question shocked Heather back into reality, and realizing that her friend had totally humiliated her, she glared angrily. But she couldn't hide how turned on she was.
"If you're hungry, I've got something for you to eat." Jennifer moved up and straddled her friend's face. Heather was frightened. She had always been a little bi-curious and wanted to try eating pussy, but not like this! She fought back a bit, but it was no good - Jennifer dropped all the way down until she completely smothered Heather's face. Heather couldn't breathe, and knew if she would get any more air she had to satisfy her friend. Besides, her captivity was getting her hotter than she'd ever been, as much as she hated to admit it. So she stuck out her tongue into Jennifer's twat and listened to her friend moan. Hearing this turned her on more than she could imagination, and she began to lick harder. Jennifer started to ride up and down on Heather's face excitedly. The feeling of it was incredible for both of them, and Heather absolutely loved seeing her friend from this view. It was beyond sexy. She decided to stop resisting and just enjoy. She sucked on Jennifer's clit and heard the girl almost shriek in pleasure. After some time, Jennifer came hard, and as she caught her breath, she climbed off the table.
Heather was breathing heavily, partially because she got very little air during that time, but mostly because she was hornier than she'd ever been. Jennifer didn't fail to notice. "My my, you really are turned on, aren't you?" Heather had no idea what to do. She didn't want to say yes...but she couldn't deny it either. Jennifer didn't wait for an answer. She picked the dildo up from the floor and shoved it into Heather's pussy.
Heather wasn't expecting it, and the surprise made her eyes open wide and she breathed in heavily. Jennifer held it there for a moment.
"You want me to fuck you with this, don't you?"
"I.....I don't....I......."
"If you want it, say it."
"Oh god," said Heather, "yes, I want it, please. Fuck me, fuck me please, I need it."
That was all the encouragement Jennifer needed as she began to slide the toy in and out of Heather's slit. Heather moaned loudly. She shivered, and her skin broke out in goosebumps.
"Say what you are," Jennifer demanded.
"I...I'm a slut."
"And does this slut want to cum for her mistress?" Jennifer began playing with Heather's nipples with her available hand.
"Yes, yes, oh god, please make your slut cum."
"You really want it, you nasty fucking whore?"
Heather was bucking hard against the dildo, fucking back even harder than Jennifer was fucking. "Yes, I...I'm your slut...your...dirty...uhhh....slut...your little bitch....your filthy whore....please...fuck me...ohhhh....make me dirty...."
Jennifer saw Heather's thighs and ass tense up, and knew her captive was about to orgasm....but she didn't. "Mistress, can I cum?"
Jennifer knew she had truly broken Heather now. She never told Heather to ask permission before cumming, but she did anyway.
"No, slave, you'll cum when I say so."
Heather grunted as Jennifer continued to fuck her and tease her. She was bucking her hips against the toy. The need was driving her crazy, but she was obedient. It was really only a few minutes, but it felt like hours before Jennifer said, "Cum for me, you nasty slut."
Heather finally released in the most powerful orgasm she had ever had, moaning so loud that Jennifer wondered if she might not get caught. Heather's girl juices soaked the table, and she began to come down, breathing so heavily it actually hurt.
Heather tried to enjoy the afterglow, but she realized what had just happened to her - and she remembered the cameras.
"Wh-what are you going to do, Jennifer?"
"Glad you asked," Jennifer answered. "I've spoken to a BDSM porn site, and they're willing to make me a relatively wealthy young lady for the tapes I just made."
Heather couldn't believe it. She was going to be humiliated on the internet! Her face looked as if she was about to cry, and she opened her mouth to plead with her torturer.
"Oh, Heather, don't worry. I never planned on selling them. I'm just going to use them to get what I want from you."
"Well, what do you want?"
"From now on, you'll be my slave. You'll do what I say, when I say it, with whom I say to do it with, and you won't hesitate or question my orders. If you fail to do this, your friends and family see this tape, not to mention the website."
Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she had to think rationally. She weighed her options and decided that chances were, sooner or later, her friend would have mercy. "Fine," said Heather, "I'm your slave."
Jennifer smiled and undid the restraints. Heather rubbed her wrists as Jennifer went and fetched Heather's clothes.
The first thing Heather noticed was that her clothes had been modified. First of all, her bra and panties were not there. Her skirt was shortened to the point where it would probably show her ass cheeks, and the buttons had been removed from her shirt.
"How can I get back to my dorm in this?" she asked her mistress.
"That's for you to figure out," Jennifer responded. "Speaking of clothes, when you get back to your dorm, you'll notice that your clothes for the next week have been selected and laid out on your bed. Make sure you wear exactly what's been selected on each day - no more, no less. Now, you can go." |