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Damned by desire"Amen."Julie Weston raised her head and began placing her notebook and Bibleneatly into her backpack. "Do you want to walk back together?" she askedCarrie, a pale girl who lived in her dorm. It had been she who firstintroduced Carrie to Thursday night Bible studies at the student union, andJulie was secretly proud of this."No thanks," Carrie smiled. "I have to go to the library.""See you later then." Julie politely said goodbye to Ryan, the studyleader, and to the others in the small group.It was early evening, but the air outside was chilly already. A coldbreeze sk**ded leaves along the sidewalk and tangled Julie's skirt aroundher ankles. Autumn darkness seemed subtly more threatening than the warmsummer nights so recently past. She quickened her pace. *I'm so gladFather didn't send me to a secular college,* Julie thought. *I wouldhardly be safe walking home at night.* Her father, thenationally-influential televangelist Chris Weston, had never evenentertained the idea of sending his only daughter to a non-Christiancollege, and Julie's mother had followed his lead in this as in all othermatters.Julie reached the only traffic light on campus. Now she could see thewelcoming yellow lights of her goal, the freshman women's dorm, throughbare branches. Although the only cars in sight were parked, she stopped towait for the walk signal."Julie Weston?"Julie turned, startled. She hadn't heard the girl approach. "Yes,"she replied, puzzled. She didn't recognize the other girl, unusuallybecause Valley College was so small."I'm Samantha. I'm so glad to meet you." The blonde girl camecloser. She looked like a college student; the light of the streetlampilluminated her jeans and backpack. "I've heard so much about yourfather."Julie relaxed at the mention of her father. She was used to his fanstalking to her. Samantha took her arm and walked up the sidewalk. Juliewalked with her a little ways, then stopped. "Look, I have to cross thestreet to get to my dorm. We can talk there.""No, I'm afraid you're coming with us." Samantha's grip tightened asthe parked car next to them turned on, the engine noise breaking theevening stillness. Too suddenly for Julie to scream, the other girl shovedher into the back seat. Julie scratched and kicked as Samantha followedher in and slammed the door. Another woman sat between Julie and theopposite door, laughing. She grabbed Julie's wrists with painful force.The car sped away from the kerb. Julie, unprepared for theacceleration, was thrown back against the seat, giving Samantha theopportunity to blindfold her. Julie's neat brunette ponytail was in theway of tying the blindfold, so Samantha roughly yanked out the hairtie."Help!" Julie screamed.The laughing woman only laughed harder. "Silly girl. Do you reallythink anyone will hear you in a moving car?""Please let me go" Julie squeaked. "My father has plenty of money.I'm sure he'd pay a ransom." No answer. One of her k**nappers bound herwrists, but neither they nor the unseen driver spoke despite herincreasingly frantic pleas and sobs.Shuttered in darkness, Julie had no idea how much time had passed orwhere they might be taking her. Eventually, her voice faded to a rasp andeven her tears were exhausted. Her head felt hot, and her pulse beatpainfully against the blindfold at her temples. Sometime after that, thecar stopped. Julie's captors dragged her out of the car and hauled on herbound arms until she was forced to stumble between them. She tried againto scream, but all that came out was a croak and a painful hiss. A heavydoor opened and shut as they entered a building. They took several turnsand walked through another door that thunked shut behind them with solidfinality.Removing the rope and blindfold, Samantha and her accomplice leftJulie curled up on the floor and locked her in. "Oh God, please help me,oh God please please," she mouthed over and over again until she fell intoan exhausted sleep.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When she woke up, Julie was dismayed to see her a*****ion had not beena dream. Her head felt better, but she was stiff from sleeping on thefloor. *How long have I been here? Has anyone noticed yet that I'm gone?*Surely the house mother would notice she'd broken curfew. Sitting up,Julie looked around for the first time. The windowless room was slightlylarger than her dorm room and unrelentingly white. Dominating the centreof the room was a bed. It was bolted to the floor, and Julie shuddered asshe saw the buckles and straps dangling from it. Further inspection of theroom revealed a toilet and sink in the corner and a slot in the door fartoo small for her to squeeze through. The floor was low-pile white carpet.Otherwise the room was featureless. Even the door lacked a handle orhinges on the inside. The toilet seat was plastic--too light to make asuitable weapon.Julie peed, then washed her face and hands at the sink. The bar soapwas white, like everything else in the room. Her hair was tangled, but shehad nothing to brush it with. Without her backpack, she had nothing buther clothes; her skirt had no pockets. The dark green skirt, brown flatshoes, and brown sweater that matched her eyes were the only spots of colorin the room.The silence was oppressive. Julie tried her voice again; it wasbetter, but her weak cry of "Help" didn't even echo in her prison. Shecouldn't imagine it reaching the outside world, so she gave up the effortand sat staring at her toes, trying not to think of anything.A click from the door shattered her trance and sent her heart racing.Samantha came in first, but Julie's attention immediately riveted on theunfamiliar woman who followed her. The woman's eyes were dark, intense.The sleeves of her black buttondown shirt were rolled up to reveal muscularforearms and long-fingered hands. Her black slacks emphasized her slenderheight. This, Julie knew from her walk, was the person responsible for hercaptivity.Julie jumped to her feet, slightly lightheaded. She didn't staystanding for long. Samantha strode over and pushed her firmly back ontothe bed. Julie was in no state to resist--besides, she was afraid theywould hurt her. She heard the slow, calm footsteps of the woman in blackapproaching. A smile curved the woman's mouth as she thoroughly examinedthe prone girl."Hello, Julie," she said at last. "You're no doubt wondering whatwill happen to you. All will be explained soon." To Samantha, she said"Secure her and finish setting up."Samantha wrestled Julie into the bed's restraints with surprisingstrength. The heavy straps and cuffs held Julie's limbs stretched in an X.She heard Samantha go out, leaving her alone with the dark woman. After afew tense moments, the lights in the room got brighter and Samanthareturned pushing a heavy cart. Julie craned her neck to see; the cart helda large, professional video camera, various microphones, and a black woodenbox. Samantha fiddled around with the equipment. A green light soonindicated the camera was recording, trained on the prisoner and theblack-clad woman."Julie," the woman began, stroking the bound girl's cheek. "Thereisn't going to be any ransom. No--don't interrupt. I have another purposein mind for you. I'm going to use you to hurt your father. One of thathypocrite's fanatic followers murdered my lover, and I plan to avenge herby taking away someone *he* cares about.""You're going to k-kill me?" Julie stuttered."No; that would just make you a martyr. A virgin sacrifice. No,instead I will corrupt you. You will become a lesbian sex slave. Best ofall, I will enslave you with the power of your own desires alone--no d**gsor pain needed to make you beg to be degraded. Even forewarned, you can'tresist. I can tell already you are weak-minded and accustomed toobedience." She gestured towards the camera. "Everything will be filmed.Your father will get a copy of each installment, and so will the major newsnetworks and some of my friends."The woman retrieved the black box from the cart. "You may address meas ma'am or Mistress Carol, but it won't do you any good." Mistress Carolremoved Julie's shoes and socks, then took a pair of bandage scissors fromthe box and began to methodically cut Julie's long skirt open from hem towaist. Next came the whimpering girl's sweater. "Ah, how adorable, whitecotton bra and panties." Cold metal slid against skin as the last remnantsof clothing were snipped away. "Smile for the camera," Mistress Carolcooed. Julie squeezed her eyes shut.They popped open again at the touch of a hand on her thigh. "Thefirst stage in your training starts now," Mistress Carol told her. "I'msure you're a virgin. Probably too goody-two-shoes to even touch yourself.But I can make you orgasm despite yourself, and I will. Once every day youwill come for me until I decide differently.""Please no," Julie shook her head."Yes," Mistress Carol breathed. "It's an added benefit you're solovely--nice slender thighs and perky pink nipples. I'll get more out ofthis than pure revenge." Out of the box came a plastic wand with a dial onthe end. Julie didn't recognise it. Mistress Carol turned the dial andset the vibrator buzzing. She flourished it a moment, then without warningplaced it between the girl's legs. With her ankles bound to the bed,Julie's clit was unprotected. Her body jerked at the unfamiliar stimulus,and she strained futilely at the straps. Unable to close her legs againstthe instrument, she clenched her buttocks and writhed desperately.A strange sensation grew in Julie's belly and groin. Mistress Carolpanted slightly through parted lips, watching Julie struggle. She swirledthe vibrator over and around her victim's clit as juices started to tricklefrom the girl's cunt. Samantha zoomed in for a closeup of the pink,swollen flesh. When she zoomed out again for a wider shot, Mistress Carolturned up the vibrator's speed. Julie's entire body stiffened. "Oh!" Hereyes flew wide open in astonishment at the pleasure as she came for thefirst time, spasming wildly. She burst into humiliated tears. MistressCarol and Samantha turned and left without a word, taking the equipmentwith them and leaving Julie naked and exposed on the bed.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A half hour or so later, Samantha returned to unstrap Julie and bringher some clothes. Julie was relieved to find cotton underclothes and amodest skirt and blouse. Even clothed, she couldn't look at Samantha afterwhat she know the other girl had witnessed. "How could you, " she chokedas Samantha handed her a sandwich and turned to go."You'll know soon enough." Samantha left her contemplating her cheeseand tomato sandwich without appetite.Time seemed to trickle past. Julie forced herself to eat the sandwichbefore it got soggy. After an interminable interval, another meal arrivedthrough the slot in the door--a ham sandwich and a tiny juice carton.Julie slept, paced the room, slept, and tried not to think about what hadhappened. What would happen. She prayed for rescue; none appeared. *Howlong have I been here?* The lights were no longer super-bright as they hadbeen while the camera was rolling, but the room was still lit, apparentlypermanently. Julie couldn't find a switch or reach the fluorescent panelsin the ceiling. Singing hymns to herself made her feel even more alone, soshe stopped. Another sandwich arrived--egg salad.Tension twisted Julie's stomach, but she ate anyways. Unable to tellif her meals were arriving at regular intervals, she suspected MistressCarol would soon return. *"Once every day," she said. She'll be backto--* Julie bit her knuckle to cut off the thought. Her ears probed at thesilence. *Was that a sound? No, concentrate on something else.* Theharder she tried to divert her thoughts, the more her mind returned like acompass needle to Mistress Carol's threat. *A sex slave! But I havealways kept myself pure. She can't really force me to beg for it. Canshe? It's an abomination.* Her loins twinged. *I couldn't stand it. Itwas horrible! I've never felt anything like that before.*By the time Mistress Carol and Samantha returned, Julie had bitten allof her previously neat nails ragged. Again, she was no match forSamantha's wiry strength. The other girl soon cornered her and propelledher back onto the bed."Did you miss me?" Mistress Carol set up the audiovisual equipment asSamantha efficiently removed Julie's panties and buckled her to the bed.Mistress Carol rolled Julie's skirt up around her waist. "Did you enjoyyour first day as a slut in training, Julie? Your father should have hisvideo of your first performance by now, my little porn star."Julie blushed. "Please, I'm sure if you reconsider you could getplenty of money in rans--" Julie's plea was cut short by the buzz of thetoy against her clit. She shrank back and bucked her hips wildly, butMistress Carol held the device tightly against her. Despite herself, Juliecould feel her clit swelling. Biting her lip distracted her onlymomentarily. Sweat broke out on the small of her back, and wetness seepedbetween her thighs and buttocks. Inexorably, the pressure grew until herbody was again jolted with that heartstopping sensation. *Oh God, no.*Julie's fingers clenched into white-knuckled fists as her muscles spasmedover and over, joyfully betraying her."Good girl," said Mistress Carol as she wiped off the now-quiescentvibrator. "Samantha will get you cleaned up." Samantha marched Julieacross the hall to shower and made sure she washed herself before returningher to her cell.Julie tried to count, but she lost track of the days. They became ablur of monotonous dread punctuated only by sessions with Mistress Carol.Julie found herself obsessively fascinated with what Mistress Carol wasdoing to her, unable to distract her mind and body between the woman'svisits.Then the set routine changed. Mistress Carol and her assistant beganas usual. Mistress Carol swirled the vibrator around Julie's engorgedclit. The bound girl knew she would come soon; she could feel her pulsebetween legs slick with her own juices. Abruptly, Mistress Carol turnedoff the toy and packed up, leaving without a word. Samantha led Julie tothe shower as usual. Her knees felt unsteady, and each step brushed herswollen clit against her inner thighs.Alone in her cell again, she wondered. *Was it a mistake? Is shefinally losing interest? Maybe she'll let me go.* Her aroused body madeeven momentary distraction from her sexual subjugation impossible. By thetime Mistress Carol arrived for the next day's session, Julie's body hadreturned to its normal state. The session went as usual, too, forcing thegirl to orgasm before finishing.Julie's hopes of Mistress Carol having lost interest were dashed.*Yesterday must have been a mistake,* she concluded. The next sessionproved her wrong. With a faint smile, Mistress Carol brought her right tothe edge of climax, removed the toy for a few minutes, did it again, andleft. Julie was still gasping and sweating on her return from the shower.*At least when she makes me come I don't fell like this all the time.*When Mistress Carol returned, Julie found herself squirming andthrusting her hips against the toy in an attempt to gain release before hertormentor left. "Good girl," Mistress Carol purred as Julie convulsed inorgasm. For many sessions this went on. Julie silently struggled to come,rewarded about half the time with success. The came a long, frustratingstring of sessions that left her body aroused and aching. She bucked herhips, panted, and twisted, but Mistress Carol deftly removed the stimulusbefore release came, over and over. Julie's lips and clit grew constantlyswollen, and she could smell her juices even after her shower every day.Tied down to the bed with her legs open to reveal her dripping cunt,Julie desperately rocked her hips against the buzzing Escort bayan (https://sefakoy.t2bro.net/) point of pleasureMistress Carol held. Her head was thrown back, and each movement of thetoy sent a wave of pleasure across her sweaty face. She had no idea howlong this had been going on, but she knew she couldn't take much more."Please," she hissed through clenched teeth.Mistress Carol leaned forward. "`Please' what, Julie?""Please let me come, Mistress Carol, please."The woman pressed the vibrator's tip firmly against the girl's red,sensitive clit and held it. Julie screamed. Her back arched up off thebed, and her muscles clenched on and on as the orgasm consumed her body.She was so limp afterwards that Samantha half-carried her to the shower.Being allowed to come had cleared Julie's mind somewhat. She wasdisgusted with herself for having begged her captor to pleasure her. Butwhen Mistress Carol next arrived, the thrill that shot through Julie'sloins told her she would beg again if she had to."We're moving into a much more interesting phase of your training as asex slave, Julie," Mistress Carol informed her when the camera was set up."I don't mind telling you I am pleased with your progress. While I washoping you'd work out well as a good fundamentalist girl accustomed toobedience, I really chose you solely to hurt your father." She continuedwith chilling casualness. "I hope he feels violated knowing tapes of hisdaughter begging for a lesbian's touch are making the rounds." She beganteasing Julie's clit almost idly with the vibrator. Julie did plead,flushed with shame and lust, before being granted a shattering orgasm.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Time was elusive. By now, Julie had given up almost all hope ofrescue. Samantha came to trim her hair, but Julie had no idea if hercaptivity could be measured in weeks or months. Never regular, her periodgave no clue. Thoughts of rescue unsettled her now--she was no longer aninnocent victim, she felt, and she shied away from the idea of facing herfamily and friends after the release of those videos. It was as ifadmitting out loud that she craved the orgasms Mistress Carol provided hadopened a floodgate that Julie could not close. She had eaten the apple ofknowledge and been expelled forever from the garden of chastity. Eachsession, she begged more shamelessly. Sometimes Mistress Carol would allowher to come, sometimes not. *Oh god, every one who sees these films willknow how awful and perverted I am,* she though even as her body sang underMistress Carol's ministrations.Julie felt her crotch grow damp and heavy at the sound of the dooropening for today's session. She had long since stopped struggling asSamantha buckled her down. Today Samantha pushed a pillow under the boundgirl's hips, tilting her pelvis up. Camera rolling, Mistress Carol turnedto Julie. "I have a wonderful surprise for you, sweetie. I think it'll beso hot your father will watch it over and over so he can jerk off to it. Iknow the journalists we're sending tapes to will."Mistress Carol unzipped the fly of her customary black pants withmenacing slowness, allowing the horrified girl a good look at the largeblack silicone cock projecting from the woman's pelvis. "Don't think Idon't know you've been consoling yourself with the thought that you'restill a technical virgin." Julie started, for it seemed uncannily as ifMistress Carol had read her mind as she lay alone in her cell clutching atstraws.Mistress Carol continued. "I could tell by the way you responded whenI first acquired you that you had been too much of a nice girl to touchyourself. Nothing's ever been inside that tight little cunt of yours, hasit? Too inhibited even to use a tampon, I bet. Well, that's all going tochange."Julie couldn't help staring with sick fascination at Mistress Carol'scock. To the frightened girl it seemed enormous, the idea of it inside herpainfully ludicrous. Mistress Carol's pants obscured most of the leatherharness that attached the dildo, making it seem an extension of her body.Julie whimpered a little, and Mistress Carol quickly said "Oh, don'tworry, Julie. I won't put it inside you until you're good and ready. Infact, your technical virginity is perfectly safe unless you beg me to fuckyou." She smiled nastily. "It's just that I'm not going to let you comeuntil you do beg me to fuck your virgin cunt with my big cock. But youshould be perfectly safe. After all, a chaste Christian girl like youwouldn't want a dyke to make her come."Mistress Carol switched on the familiar vibrator at low speed.Julie's hips wouldn't stay still as it swirled abound her already slicklips. Hands stroked her inner thighs, her pubic hair ever so lightly.Julie pressed her hips towards the teasing buzz. She bit her lip. *Never!I won't beg her to violate me with that--thing.* Her clit grew hot andthrobbed with the pulse in her ears. It felt three times its normal size.The vibrator paused a moment at the tip of the engorged nub, and Julie felther body coiling to spring into ecstatic orgasm. Abruptly, the toy wasremoved. Julie heard a moan and knew she had made the despairing noise."Think about how good it would feel to come," purred a voice in herear. "Imagine the cock sliding into your wet cunt, filling you, stretchingyour clit. Feel your muscles clasping it as you come" The vibrator startedagain, slowly, teasing the edges of her opening. Julie gasped and gulpedfor air. Her sweat-covered body trembled. She knew what it wanted. *Nono no. I won't,* she chanted silently. Her fists clenched as sheapproached the brink once again, only to have it denied, the stimulusremoved."You can end it. You can have it. But you have to ask," MistressCarol told her, tenderly brushing a strand of hair off the girl's dampforehead. She ran the vibrator over Julie's swollen labia, sendingdelicious indirect vibrations to the girl's clit.A whimper arose in the back of Julie's throat. *I've got to come. Ican't take much more of this, and she won't stop until I do. But I can'tbeg her to put _that_ inside me. I have to come some other way.* Thecaptive girl strained against the straps that held her, trying to press herclit firmly against the toy. Mistress Carol adroitly kept it just out ofreach of her bucking and thrusting. Again she brought Julie just to theedge of release and abandoned her there. Julie's thighs were slick withher own juices, which also ran down her ass crack to the pillow beneath herhips. She jumped when Mistress Carol blew sharply across her enormouslyswollen clit.Mistress Carol climbed onto the bed and knelt between the helplessgirl's legs. *Maybe I won't have to beg. Maybe she'll give it to meanyway--no, what am I thinking? I don't want her to stick that in me. Idon't!* Julie's thoughts were clouded by lust. Leaning forward, MistressCarol tweaked Julie's nipples, pleased with the sounds this elicited.Slowly, she rubbed the head of the strapon between Julie's drenched pussylips. The cock circled and played with the girl's opening, then slidcarefully up the underside of the clit. Mistress Carol sat back so thegirl could watch as she stroked Julie's juices down over the shaft of theinstrument they both knew would take her virginity.Using the vibrator, Julie's tormentor brought her nearly to ecstasyseveral more times. Julie had no idea how long this had lasted. It beganto seem to her that she had always been like this, that she had never knownmore than struggling against the straps that held her back from elusiverelease. The fire in her pelvis drove her wild. Her desperate moansfilled her ears as the scent of her arousal filled her nose. It was nogood resisting."Please," she groaned."`Please' what, Julie?" asked Mistress Carol innocently, rollingJulie's clit between her thumb and forefinger."Please let me come, Mistress Carol""No. You'll have to do better than that.""Please f-fuck me with your cock," Julie pleaded."Oh, you'd like that, would you? But what about the Bible? Lettingme fuck your brains out is an abomination, you know. Tell me you're alesbian slut that doesn't care if she's an abomination in the eyes of God.Tell the camera so your father and everyone will know.""I'm a lesbian slut, and I need you to fuck me even if it is a sinagainst God," Julie sobbed. "Please, I've got to come.""Good girl. I knew you'd make a good slave."Julie closed her tear-streaked eyes. "No! I want your eyes open forthis." Mistress Carol circled Julie's painfully aroused clit with the headof her cock, then placed it over the wet, eager opening. Leaning over herprisoner, she transfixed the girl with one slow, steady thrust."Ah!" Julie cried out at the unfamiliar but wonderful sensations.The wave of pleasure she felt as her muscles stretched to accept theintrusion was indescribable. Something tore inside, but the pain wasnothing compared to the exquisite sensations the dildo evoked. The feelingof fullness was unexpectedly satisfying. As Mistress Carol continued herslow stroke, impaling the girl on her cock up to the base, her pelvis andthe leather harness brought delicious pressure to bear on Julie's clit.Julie moaned incoherently in protest when Mistress Carol moved towithdraw. Her muscles clasped desolately on emptiness. But Mistress Carolslid the cock home again, faster this time. "Ooooh yesyesyesyes." Julieno longer had any control of her body or the words that poured out of hermouth. She wasn't even aware of Samantha avidly filming, moving to getgood angles and zooming in for close-ups of Julie's rapt face, of herdripping cunt stuffed with fake cock.Suddenly, Julie exploded. Her entire body went taut for endlessmoments, then convulsed on and on. Julie's cunt clenched hard aroundMistress Carol's cock. The orgasm held her for so long she though shemight die. Instead, it released her to collapse into an exhausted faint.As she lay there, Julie could hear Mistress Carol and Samantha talkingas if from a long way away. "She's mine now," Mistress Carol was saying."After you are done cleaning up you will come take care of me.""Yes, Mistress." Samantha's voice was eager.Julie could feel her juices cooling on her thighs and her exposedcunt. Samantha took her for her shower, and her whole body was sore,especially her cunt. Nevertheless, the thought of Mistress Carol's cockinside her provoked a new trickle of wetness between Julie's legs.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------No one came for Julie's session the next day. Her meals arrived asusual, but no one came the next day either. Julie's body felt torpid andswollen. She realized that after so long with almost daily orgasms herbody expected them, needed them like an addict. By the end of the fourthday, her nipples were so sensitive the friction of them inside her braevery time she breathed deeply or moved sent a thrill straight to hergroin. Unable to resist any longer, Julie lay back on her bed, rucking herskirt up around her waist and removing her panties. She spread her pussylips and touched herself for the first time, flicking her fingers over herclit.The door opened. Mistress Carol walked in, surveying Julie's guiltyface and the hand on her pussy with a disapproving glare. "You will nevertouch yourself except at my command, slave, or you will never come again."Julie quickly removed her hand and tried to rearrange her skirt."No, wait." Mistress Carol's command arrested her. "Leave your cuntexposed." She gestured to Samantha, who had followed her in, to bring thecamera and equipment closer. Mistress Carol herself buckled Julie's armsto the bed but left her ankles free this time. She unbuttoned Julie'sblouse and pulled her small breasts out over her bra. "Yes, now you looklike the slut you are. Touching yourself--I can see you think you need tocome now. Just wait. You don't know the meaning of need. Still, it isgratifying to see you progressing so nicely. I believe you'll provide fineentertainment for my dinner party tomorrow night."Mistress Carol turned to the toy box and removed an unfamiliar object."This is your new trainer." The "trainer" was black like all of MistressCarol's tools. Even without knowing its function, Julie found it at leastas intimidating as the big strapon. This new device had a bulbous mainshaft slightly smaller than the strapon's. The base of the shaft flaredout, and a small insulated wire protruded from it. Curving up at an acuteangle from the main shaft was a smaller attachment with a y-shaped tip.Mistress Carol removed a small remote control from the box. She placed therounded tip of the toy's main shaft at the still-moist entrance of Julie'scunt. Unceremoniously, she pushed it in up to the flanged base, ignoringthe girl's gasp of shock and pleasure. The small y-shaped arm of the toycame to rest cupping Julie's clit in the fork of the y. Mistress Caroldirected Samantha to set the camera on a stand, and the girl came to watchover her shoulder as she operated the remote control.Julie lay helpless, the trainer protruding from her cunt. Thefullness of it inside was pleasant, but no actively pleasurable. "Thisdial controls the vibration," Mistress Carol explained to Samantha. Juliecried out as the device began to vibrate both inside her cunt and againsther clit. The vibrations slowed, then stopped at the turn of the dial."And *this* one controls the pulse," the black-clad woman continued.Incredibly, Julie felt the shaft inside her swell, pressing against hervaginal walls, then subside. The pulsating shaft got up a slow rhythm,sending waves of pleasure through her body. Shutting off the movement,Mistress Carol handed the controls to Samantha. "As part of Samantha'straining, she will be in charge of making sure you are properly preparedfor tomorrow night." She turned to Samantha. "*Don't* let the little slutcome.""Yes, mistress."Mistress Carol swept out of the room. Samantha sat down on the edgeof Julie's bed. Her eyes shone excitedly as she examined Julie'srestrained form. Carefully, she turned up the toy's vibrations. Juliestiffened as if electrified. Adding the throbbing of the shaft elicitedmoans. Julie's legs were unbound; she squeezed her thighs together in afutile attempt to remove or increase the stimulus--she didn't know which.Samantha found she could play Julie's body like an instrument. Shediscovered which combination of settings would extract a little scream,which brought the other girl dangerously close to orgasm, which would makeJulie bend her legs and rock her hips uselessly up at the air. Julie wascompletely vulnerable. With her breasts spilling out of her bra and herskirt pushed up, she felt somehow dirtier and more exposed than she wouldhave had she been naked in front of the fully-clothed Samantha.Julie pleaded, sobbed, cajoled, demanded until her voice was hoarse,but Samantha allowed no release from the torment spreading out from herloins. Brief respite came whenever Samantha paused to change batteries orfeed Julie and give a bathroom break or when Julie passed out intoexhausted sleep filled with dreams of frustration.By the time Samantha gave her a shower and dressed her in her usualdemure white underthings, blouse, and ankle-length skirt, Julie's need tocome was excruciating and all-consuming. Even after the trainer wasremoved, she was sensitive all over, and her cotton panties were soaked inseconds.Distracted by the brush of her thighs against her swollen genitals,Julie didn't notice she was being walked to an unfamiliar room until theyarrived in an opulent dining room full of a dozen strangers. Samanthaturned Julie over to Mistress Carol and sat down on a velvet settee. Julieblinked at her captor's guests. They were elegantly dressed. At firstJulie thought the group contained both men and women, but a second looktold her everyone in the room was female."This is my new diversion." Mistress Bayan escort (https://sefakoy.t2bro.net/) Carol announced. "Julie Weston,daughter of that sanctimonious gasbag Chris Weston. She will provide theafter-dinner entertainment. I have arranged for it to be filmed for herfather's benefit, but all of your faces will of course be blurred inpost-production, my friends. I'll pass her around, and you can decide whatwe should do with her. Don't worry, she's plenty slutty enough for all ofus. I can smell her from here." She kissed Julie roughly, then shoved herstaggering out into the room.Hands pawed at Julie's breasts and ass. "Oooh, she's a sweet youngone." "Look at those legs."Suddenly, Julie was jerked down into the lap of a pretty brunette in amasculine designer suit. She moaned to feel an unexpected bulge pressingon her swollen labia. "Oh, you like my cock, baby" the woman asked toappreciative laughter. "I'll bet you do." Piece by piece, the womanundressed Julie, flinging the removed items out into the hands of thesmall, hooting crowd. A woman in a black beaded dress reached out to pinchone of Julie's shell-pink nipples. It shrank to a hard button, and anotherwoman bent, taking it in her mouth. Julie's head dropped back as the womansucked and licked her nipple. An erotic connection seemed to send eachstroke and nibble shooting to her clit."She's a good, responsive slave," one of the guests complimentedMistress Carol."Thank you. She's not for sale, but other arrangements might bemade." Mistress Carol cruelly twisted Julie's other nipple, enjoying thegirl's cry of arousal and pain.The woman on whose lap Julie was sitting stood up, dumping the nakedgirl to the floor. Mistress Carol leaned over her. "You will do what myguests want or you'll spend weeks with the trainer unable to come untilyour mind cracks," she threatened in a low voice.*Weeks!* Julie's body demanded release now. "Yes, Mistress Carol."The brunette in the suit unzipped her fly, freeing a cherry red dildo.Grabbing the back of Julie's head by the hair, she pulled the girl to akneeling position. "Suck it," she demanded. "Suck my cock." Reluctantly,Julie opened her mouth for the dildo. It tasted of musk with an undertoneof plastic. Julie almost choked when the woman thrust her hips forward.Mindful of Mistress Carol's threat, Julie tried to concentrate on pleasingthe woman she knelt before. The grip on her hair guided her head up anddown the glistening shaft. Julie wasn't sure what to do; she'd neversucked a dick, silicone or otherwise. She alternated licking and sucking,getting a pleased response, while an experimental nibble earned her apainful hairpulling. With her face so close, the warm aroma from thewoman's cunt engulfed Julie. She found that stroking the base of the shaftwith her hand helped prevent her from gagging as the cock slid in. It alsoseemed to please the woman by increasing the contact between her clit andthe base of the strapon with each stroke."Mmmm, that's enough for now, little slut." The woman pulled Julieaway but did not zip up her fly. Her cheeks were flushed, but Julie wasfairly certain she had not come."Anyone else want to try out our lovely blowjob queen?" MistressCarol asked the room at large. Several of the women had already donned orunloosed dildos and had been stroking them as they watched.One by one, Julie orally serviced all of the women in the room exceptSamantha and Mistress Carol. Her knees and neck ached. The variety of thestrapons was bewildering. Some were smooth, brightly coloured, andstylised with unnatural bulges. Others were veiny and realistic. One wasshort but so thick it made her jaws hurt. All of the women seemed pleasedwith her ministrations. Several came loudly, and Julie's cunt twitchedenviously.A slender blonde with short hair and a cobalt blue cock sticking outbeneath her black dress pulled Julie to her feet. "Let's have some realfun," she proposed. Folding Julie facedown over a low table, she kickedthe girl's feet apart until she was bent at right angles with her legsspread. The nubby linen tablecloth brushed Julie's nipples with eachbreath. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind like the bitch you are," theblonde growled. Without warning, she thrust violently into Julie'sdrenched cunt until her hips slapped the girl's ass. The motion pressJulie's clit against the rounded edge of the table, and the angle served tobring the cock right against the girl's engorged g-spot. An a****l groanescaped Julie's lips as the woman pulled out and slammed in again to thehilt. Relentlessly, the blonde stroked in and out. Finally, Julie waswracked by a screaming orgasm that caused tears to run down her face. Therelief was incredible, but the woman fucking her didn't even pause in herrhythm until she, too, shuddered in release. After the woman withdrew,Julie lay gasping, unable to move."My turn," said the woman with the cherry red cock, and Julie realisedwith horror that every one of the women whose dildos she had suckedintended to fuck her with them. The red cock pistoned into her repeatedly,and Julie was surprised to feel a renewed arousal. She came almostsimultaneously with the woman inside her. Julie's body was young and hadbeen primed by almost 24 hours of sustained stimulus. She lost track ofthe times she came as Mistress Carol's guests mounted her and used her.Eventually, all the women had slaked their desire. Julie lay still, sweatcooling on her skin and wetness running down her thighs. Her breathslowed.Mistress Carol's touch on the small of her back was like a hot iron."Your work isn't over yet tonight, slave."Julie whimpered. "Please, Mistress Carol, I can't take any more.""Yesterday you were begging to come. You said you'd do anything.Well, that includes opening your legs for me. Unless. . ." She pausedominously. "You'd rather go a week attached to the trainer as wediscussed."Panic rose in Julie's chest. As exhausted as she was, the thought ofa week suspended at the brink of orgasm horrified her. "No, Mistress," shebabbled. "Please fuck me, do whatever you want, please.""Good girl."Julie felt the pressure of Mistress Carol's black strapon against hertender, swollen opening. Her skin felt so sensitive now the rough textureof the tablecloth was torture. Putting her hands on the girl's slenderhips, Mistress Carol pushed into Julie with the same instrument that hadtaken her virginity only a week before. "Oooh," Julie cried as her abusedflesh stretched to receive it. Mistress Carol pumped in and out slowly,taking her pleasure at a leisurely pace. Arousal coiled within Julie, andher hips pushed back towards the cock, making her ass wiggle attractively.Using widely spaced, deep, strong thrusts, Mistress Carol smiled at thesoul-deep moans her victim gave, all inhibitions long since drowned.Timing it carefully, Mistress Carol spasmed in release just as Julie, too,crested hoarsely. The girl collapsed under her. Mistress Carol disengagedherself, panting, and called Samantha over to deal with the u*********sgirl. "Well, ladies, I trust you are as satisfied as I with tonight'sentertainment."------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When Julie woke in her cell she stared hopelessly at the ceiling. Shestank of sex. Every ache and twinge in her body reminded her of somewanton act of the night before: how she had arched her back, how she hadeagerly thrust her pelvis towards a strapon wielded by an unknown woman,how her hyperaroused body had risen to orgasm more times than she couldcount. Briefly, she considered praying, but she was pretty sure God didn'theed the prayers of lesbian sluts. Her father had always been clear onthat point. Instead she lay trying to forget and to deny the sickknowledge that she would do it all again if Mistress Carol aroused her.Samantha came in after Julie ate her meal and took her to shower anddress. Mistress Carol was in the cell with the camera when they returned."Well, Julie, I have something for you. Oh, it's not a new toy. Just theopposite, really. You see, with a slut like you the more sex you get themore you need. And you've already shown that you can't be trusted to keepyour fingers out of your pussy. I don't want any unauthorized orgasms.It's bad for discipline. This should solve the problem."She held up what appeared to be a curiously rigid pair of blackunderpants. "Don't you recognise it?" she asked at the girl's puzzledlook. "It was invented by Christian men to control the slutty tendenciesof their daughters, so it's perfect for you. It's a chastity belt."Samantha held Julie's arms as Mistress Carol removed the girl'spanties and locked the smooth plastic chastity belt in place with a key."The belt has an opening over the anus and a tube for urine, so there willbe no need to remove it until I decide you are ready," Mistress Carol toldJulie. "You will find it quite impossible to induce orgasm while wearingit, so I invite you to try." Mistress Carol left, followed by Samanthawith the camera.For a while, Julie did not much mind the seamless expanse of plasticcovering her crotch. Her body was still recovering from the ravages ofbeing gang-banged, however eagerly, by Mistress Carol's guests. Afterseveral days (reckoned as always by meal deliveries), though, Julie becameconscious of arousal and a dull ache steadily growing between her legs.She wakened from sleep to find herself clawing and scrabbling at therounded edges of the belt. An attempt to break the lock off against thewall resulted only in a bruised hip, and tweaking her nipples added fuel tothe fire without allowing her to come. Samantha took her for a shower,briefly unlocking the belt, but supervised her closely. A week or so morepassed before Mistress Carol reappeared.With Julie's wrists cuffed to the bed, Mistress Carol removed thechastity belt. "Please," Julie began as Mistress Carol turned to the toybox, but the words strangled off when she saw what Mistress Carol withdrew.The trainer.Mistress Carol brandished the combination vibrator and pulsing dildoin front of Julie. "I see you haven't forgotten my little friend. Good."Turning to Samantha, she said "I will spell you from time to time. I wantthis training session to be more--thorough--than the last one."*Thorough?* Julie thought. The last session had held her desperatelysuspended near climax for a full day. Then all thought was extinguished asMistress Carol slid the trainer snugly into Julie's hungry cunt.Mistress Carol handed the remote control to her assistant and left.Samantha leaned in towards Julie. "By now you know why I do anything mymistress desires, don't you?" she asked, not waiting for a reply beforeturning on vibrations that set the bound girl writhing. The buzz of thetoy and Julie's laboured breathing filled the room. Julie's clit, cradledin the fork of the vibrator, felt the sized of her thumb. Samantha smiledcruelly and turned on a slow pulse, swelling the shaft inside Julie's slicktunnel.Julie's head thrashed from side to side. She started a steady streamof incoherent pleas. "Oh god, please. . . ooooh. . . nononono. . . letme. . . no, please. . . yesyes I need. . . ah, mercy. . . anything,anything you want. . . don't. . ."As before, Samantha manipulated Julie expertly and refused to granther orgasm. The only relief was provided by brief breaks for food andtoilet use and by the intervals in which Julie fainted into a sort ofsleep. A near-trance of need enveloped Julie. Mistress Carol took overthe controls in alternation with Samantha, but Julie's entire being wasfocused on the sexual stimulation coursing through her body. Unable tojudge time when each second seemed an agonising century, Julie nonethelessknew this session lasted longer than her last had--two, five times as long?No way to tell. At some point, Mistress Carol had gagged her. "I love itwhen you beg, but I'm saving your voice for later. Can't have you gettinghoarse when I want to show you off." On and on Julie's frustration grew.Finally, she passed out again, and when she awoke the trainer wasquiescent, although still securely inside her.Mistress Carol directed Samantha in washing and dressing Julie.Samantha pulled Julie's innocent white cotton panties up over the blacktrainer, then dressed her in a white bra, pink blouse, long khaki skirt,and brown mary janes. They each took an arm and led Julie out of the cell.Every step jostled the toy in Julie' cunt. A short flight of stairs lefther gasping and clinging to their arms for support. Mistress Carol openedan ornate door, and Samantha hustled Julie through it.They emerged in a room crowded with about fifty women. Julie avertedher eyes as she recognised some of the women who had used her at MistressCarol's dinner party. A raised stage occupied the front of the room.Samantha escorted Julie up onto the right edge of it and shackled her intoa chair. "To keep you out of trouble," she murmured, with a significantglance at Julie's lap. About ten other girls Julie's age were restrainedin similar chairs nearby."All right," Mistress Carol announced from the centre of the stage."We are ready to begin the auction." Julie watched in sheer amazement as agirl with long, dark hair whom Mistress Carol described as a "fully trainedmasochistic submissive" was stripped and prodded by various bidders beforebeing sold for an astronomical sum. The woman who bought her snapped acollar on her and led her back to her seat, where the girl knelt obedientlybeside her. Next came a delicate blonde "trained with my pleasure-onlymethod." Mistress Carol fondled the girl's pussy until she beggedheartwrenchingly to be allowed to come, then withdrew her hand and startedthe bidding. A lean, androgynous woman bid highest."Now," Mistress Carol continued "I have several newly-acquired girls.Many of them are virgins, and all are untrained. You can break and mouldthem as you like." Samantha marched forward a girl who was sobbing inSpanish. Bidding was heated, but apparently an untrained girl, even avirgin, was worth only half what a trained slave would fetch. The othergirls were sold one by one until only Julie and two others remained onstage. Julie began to fret that she, too, would be sold. Mistress Carolwas fiendish, but at least she was a known quantity and never inflictedpain on Julie. At the dinner party, Mistress Carol had said she was notfor sale, but what if she had changed her mind? *Why else would she haveme here?*"I promised a live show," said Mistress Carol, "and I'd like toprovide it before we continue with the auction." Samantha unshackled oneof the two girls remaining by Julie, displaying her to the audience. Shewas an attractive Asian girl, and she struggled in Samantha's grip. "Thisis Marie. A virgin, k**napped only yesterday. To start the entertainment,I'll take bids on who would like to take her right here on the stage andtake her home later."A flurry of bids ensued, with a tan, athletic blonde emerging on top.Disappearing behind the stage, the blonde soon swaggered back in with abulge in her pants that drew Julie's eyes. Released by Samantha, Marieshrank back, but the blonde caught her and tore open her shirt. The crownwhooped and whistled. Marie's fists flailed wildly. The woman easilyoverpowered her, bearing her to the floor. Soon the girl's pants wereyanked off, too. The blond licked her lips and contemplated the girl injust her underwear for a moment."No, please no." Tears ran down Marie's face."Yeess," purred the blonde, ripping off the girl's underpants toreveal a pink pussy surrounded by sparse hair. Julie had a good view, notten feet away, but the action was visible throughout the room. The cheerscontinued, and several women had their hands between their legs. 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Samantha unfastened Julie, bringing her forward."This is Julie Weston, only daughter of that bigoted gasbag Chris Weston.Anyone renting her needs to tape everything they use her for; her daddygets a copy." She gestured towards a now-recording camera trained on thestage.Mistress Carol turned to Julie. "You little slut, I saw you watchingthat virgin get deflowered like a k** at a candy store window. Strip.Now!"Julie's hands shook as she unbuttoned her blouse to catcalls. Her brasoon followed, then her shoes and skirt. She reached for her panties butstopped at a word from Mistress Carol. Slowly, Mistress Carol peeled offJulie's white panties to reveal the trainer protruding obscenely from herlabia. Samantha brought a stool and directed Julie to sit on it with herlegs spread to the audience. Julie's face flamed. "Julie, explain whatthis training device does," Mistress Carol directed."It--""Louder.""Sorry, Mistress Carol. It vibrates on my c-clit-nnngh." Julie brokeoff as the device did just that, then returned to dormancy."And?""And it--gets bigger, throbs inside me." Even prepared, Julie almostfell off the stool as the trainer swelled rhythmically in her cunt.Mistress Carol continued her catechism. "And how long since I haveallowed you to come?""Oh, days, weeks, Mistress, please!"Abruptly, Mistress Carol yanked the trainer from Julie's cunt, causingit to clench around nothingness. "I will let you come on my conditions.""Anything Mistress, please.""You will **** our final k**napped virgin, Laura, until you come."Julie was horrified. Not just because of the idea but because even asshe protested she knew she would do it, would do anything to come. Shecould not face the trainer again. She looked over at Laura. The slightbrunette was still shackled to her chair. Her lips moved as if she werepraying. *It won't do her any good,* Julie thought. Samantha broughtJulie a thick strapon in a leather harness, buckling it firmly to herpelvis. 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She sought orgasm blindly, violating the girl underneath heragain and again until release ran her over like a freight train.When Julie was once again aware of her surroundings, Laura was pushingvainly on her chest trying to remove Julie and the unwelcome intrusion ofthe strapon. Julie hastily got up, not meeting the girl's eyes. Samanthaunbuckled the harness and left Julie naked as Mistress Carol auctioned atwo-day "rental" of Julie.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A rounded redhead named Joanne won Julie at auction. She blindfoldedJulie and led her from the room as Mistress Carol opening the bidding onLaura. They rode briefly in a car, then entered a building. When Joanneremove the blindfold, Julie found herself in a room with a daybed and racksupon racks of household objects: a tennis racket, a pipe, a crucifix, abroom, and hundreds of other phallic objects."I'm sure you understand the importance of obeying me as if I wereMistress Carol." Joanne said."Yes, ma'am.""Good." Joanne busied herself setting up a video camera. Julie saton the daybed. After such a long session with the trainer one orgasm wasinsufficient, and her arousal was again becoming distracting."For once you will be allowed to touch yourself," Joanne told her. "Ilike to watch girls fuck themselves with all sorts of things. *But,* youmust not come without permission or the consequences will be severe."Joanne motioned Julie to lie back on the daybed and drew herself up achair. "Start with this." She handed Julie an empty Coke bottle. Bendingher knees, Julie put the mouth of the bottle in her cunt and stroked itinside. The width of the bottle stretched her opening pleasantly. Atfirst the glass was cold, but it quickly warmed to her body. Joannewatched avidly as the smooth glass became slippery with Julie's juices.The bottle felt good, but it was too wide to go deep enough inside her tofill the void. Julie's labia and clit began to swell, and she rocked herhips as she stroked faster. When she reached down to milk her clit withher other hand, breathing hard, Joanne knocked her fingers away. "You'renot even close to having permission to come, slut."After watching Julie's need grow for several minutes, Joanne pulledthe bottle out of the girl's cunt with a pop. Wordlessly, she handed Juliea large cucumber. Julie grasped it eagerly and plunged it into her cunt."Aahh." The vegetable was firm and smooth, providing both length andgirth. Each inward motion tugged at Julie's clit, and she knew she couldmake herself come. She fervently wanted to. Julie pushed the vegetable inso deep she felt it might come out her open throat. "Please, please," shepanted to Joanne, who was fingering her own clit as she watched Juliepredatorily. Just as Julie reached the point where she knew she must comeregardless of the consequences, Joanne stood and wrenched the cucumber outof the girl's quivering cunt. "Noo," Julie sobbed.The redhead took a bite out of the cucumber, swirled it around Julie'spussy to collect more juices, took another bite. "Mmm, slut sauce." Sheslowly ate most of the cucumber, teasing Julie by circling it around herclit or dipping it delicately in her cunt between bites.Still nibbling, the woman wandered around the room consideringobjects. In turn, she fondled a curling iron, a flashlight, and a mopbefore selecting a wooden hairbrush. Joanne tossed the brush to Julie, whoneeded no encouragement to sink the polished lobe-shaped handle into herdripping cunt. The bristles prickled Julie's pussy at the end of eachstroke, but her need to come overrode the discomfort. Low moansaccompanied each of the girl's frantic thrusts. The rounded shape of thepolished wood altered the rhythm as the wide part slid slowly past herstretched muscles and the tapered part shot in quickly, jamming the handleagainst her sensitive g-spot. Julie was disappointed but not surprisedwhen the brush was confis**ted before she could come.Next Joanne proffered a pool cue. Julie's hands trembled too much toguide the fat end of the unwieldy cue into herself. Joanne held it insteadas the girl rode back and forth like a carousel horse on the texturedwooden grip. Julie's fists bunched the damp sheets. She couldn't takemuch more of this. . . . When she was within a breath of release, Joannepulled the cue away. The emptiness was unbearable. "Pleasepleaseplease,oh let me come. I need it. I need it." Every cell in Julie's body criedout in naked hunger."Since you want it so much, I'll let you come. If you fuck yourselfwith this." Joanne held a nine-millimetre semiautomatic handgun up beforethe eyes of her rented slave.Julie hesitated only for an instant--*What if it's loaded?*-- beforereaching for the gun. She had never held one before and found itsurprisingly heavy. The gun frightened her, but somehow fear mixed witharousal to make her heart race and her clit throb. The large oval barrelof the gun was chilly as it penetrated her ravenous cunt. Joanne smiledwickedly as Julie fucked herself with the weapon. Faster and harder untilher clit smeared on the trigger guard with every stroke. "Oh, oh, oh!""You may come," Joanne told her gently."Ooooohh!" Julie's body went rigid with ecstasy. Her hands clutchedthe grip of the gun sticking up between her thighs as waves of pleasureradiated throughout her body. When Julie subsided limply, Joanne reachedover and pumped the weapon's barrel in and out of her cunt until thetrembling girl was driven to another, even more intense orgasm.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Joanne was quite satisfied she had gotten her money's work when shereturned Julie and the newly-recorded tapes to Mistress Carol at theappointed time. Mistress Carol locked Julie back into the chastity beltand left her in her cell to recuperate for several days. Julie did herbest not to think about anything, especially not her own arousal as shetook pleasure from a struggling virgin. She welcomed the return ofMistress Carol and her assistant.Samantha and Mistress Carol escorted Julie to a wood-panelled study.A vibrant oriental carpet cushioned the floor, and an ornate carvedfireplace lay dormant on one wall. Mistress Carol pulled a heavy wingarmchair from behind the walnut desk and positioned it in the middle of theroom. Her assistant set up the audiovisual equipment in a corner. ToJulie's astonishment, Mistress Carol removed her own clothing; underneath,her lithe body was clothed only in a black satin bra and matching panties.Mistress Carol sat down and beckoned Julie over to her. To Julie, who hadnever see Mistress Carol's body exposed, the sight of so much skin wasshocking and titillating."Kneel," Mistress Carol ordered. Julie dropped to her knees. "Goodslut. I have a new task for you, and if you do it well you might berewarded. Would you like that?""Yes, Mistress Carol," Julie replied, her clit throbbing."Then you will lick me." Mistress Carol spread her legs on eitherside of the kneeling girl. Julie reached for the black panties. "No. Useyour mouth."Gripping the garment in her teeth, Julie slowly worked it off. Theheavy scent of Mistress Carol's anticipation filled the air. Parting thecurly black public hair and swollen labia with her fingers, the girl leanedforward and tentatively extended her tongue to the pink flesh. The tangytaste was unfamiliar but pleasant.Grabbing the back of Julie's head, Mistress Carol growled "Do a goodjob and make me come, slave." Julie tried to think what would feel good toher. She licked all around the clit, then a few strokes up the shaft.Mistress Carol moaned appreciatively. Encouraged, Julie experimentedfurther, taking the erect clit between her lips and sucking on it gently.Sweat broke out on Mistress Carol's body, and the sounds she made excitedthe girl between her legs.Julie's face was smeared with cunt juices as she sucked and lickedwith abandon. She plunged her tongue into Mistress Carol's slick opening afew times but returned to the clit because it elicited the most urgentnoises. Julie flicked her tongue rapidly on Mistress Carol's clit as thewoman pushed her face into her crotch. Mistress Carol's hips rocked fasterand faster. "Oh, yeesss! Oohh!" She came loudly, almost suffocatingJulie with the strength of her grip as she continued to grind herself intothe girl until the last spasms subsided.Breathing heavily, Mistress Carol sat back. Julie wiped her face onher sleeve. Her own body was tautly aroused, but the chastity belt beneathher skirt prevented her from doing anything about it. Eventually, MistressCarol seemed to notice Julie still on her knees in front of her. She stoodup and ordered both Julie and Samantha to strip naked. When they had doneso, she unlocked Julie's chastity belt."Lie down faceup on the carpet, Julie" Julie complied unquestioningly."Samantha, lick her pussy and let her come. Obedience has its rewards,"Mistress Carol noted as Samantha curled up on her knees, wrapping her armsaround Julie's thighs.Julie jerked at the moist heat of the other girl's mouth. Meltingpleasure accompanied each stroke. "Uuunngh." She clawed at the rug. Sorapt was she that she hardly noticed that Mistress Carol had donned herstrapon and was enthusiastically fucking the kneeling Samantha from behind.Every time the dildo slammed home, Samantha's face ground wetly intoJulie's pussy. Julie came hard, arching up off the floor. Mistress Carolmoved her hand from Samantha's hip to milk the girl's clit and triggerSamantha's release soon after.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------After a shower, Julie was returned to her cell with the chastity beltback in place. Several days went by, and she began to anticipate MistressCarol's next visit. After a week, she began to fret. *Have they forgottenabout me?* Relief flooded her at the sound of the door. Mistress Carol andSamantha entered, removed the chastity belt, and blindfolded her. Theywalked Julie to a car which drove for nearly half and hour. Abruptly, theblindfold was removed. It was night, and the car was idling on a familiarstreet near Valley College.Mistress Carol spoke. "I've decided to let you go, Julie. I thinkI've already hurt and humiliated your father as much as I can with you.Now I can hurt him more by returning you, as I suspect he is not a veryforgiving man for all his Christian piety. Goodbye." Samantha hustled thestunned girl out of the car and tossed out her backpack before the car spedoff.Julie stood transfixed by shock for a long time on the empty street.*She let me go? She doesn't want me anymore? Now what? I can't stayhere.* Julie picked up her backpack. There was a public phone at a gasstation a few blocks away, she remembered. As she walked, she wasconscious of the breeze and all the open space around her. It was vaguelyunsettling to be outdoors for the first time in--how long had it been? Herbody reminded her with a dull ache that she had not orgasmed in a week.Julie quickened her pace on spotting the phone.She fished some coins out of her bag. *I'll call Father and--* thethought of facing her father after he had seen her begging to be fuckedwith a strapon was unbearable. *OK, then I'll call the police. They'llhelp me.* She reached to dial but stopped after the first nine at the imageof the a*****ed virgin she had ****d on the auction stage. Even now herloins twinged at the memory. *No, I can't call them. What if they arrestme for ****? How about friends? Is there someone else I could call?*Julie felt dirty and daunted at the idea of explaining what had been doneto her, what she had done, what she still wanted to do. Resuming herprevious life seemed ludicrous.Fingers trembling, she forced herself to dial her father's number."Hello?" a sleepy voice answered."Daddy, it's me. I've been released. I--" Julie choked, slammed downthe phone, and fled, leaving her backpack behind.She ran raggedly back the way she had come. *Please, please bethere.* Julie was afraid to hope, but, to her joy, the car had returned tothe spot where it had left her. Sk**ding to a halt, she unleashed a floodof words as the car door opened. "Please, Mistress Carol. Take me back.I'm yours, I'll do whatever you want. Just don't make me leave.""Get in."Julie got in. Mistress Carol smirked. "It seems it's true what theysay: that if something is truly yours it will come back to you after youlet it go. I'm sure I can find a use for you. Those tapes are top sellersfor my porno customers who don't care or don't know they aren't fiction."(I hope you enjoyed this story. I'm always happy to hear from fans of my Lesbian Erotic Fiction.)