Susan's Teens Punished REVISED

Preface

The character Susan Smith was introduced in "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," also on this Web site, in the Lesbian, Adult-Youth section. It is not necessary to read that story to appreciate this one.

Susan loves and lusts for sweet young women, and her greatest thrill is to introduce previously straight girls to the erotic pleasures of girl-girl sex. As an "angel investor" in a movie studio specializing in high quality lesbian erotica, Susan has ready access to willing candidates for her wanton passion.

She satisfies this in carefully paced, sensuous seductions in her secluded mansion, where girls who have never known the touch of another woman but are seeking "adventure" are brought slowly to the point of begging for lesbian love.

In this story Susan has an erotic experience of a very different sort.

Specifically, the somewhat predatory but essentially virtuous Susan cringes as her dominatrix friend Aleisha undertakes the "punishment" of a pair of beautiful 19-year-old girls who had tried to rip-off a drug dealer and gangster that Susan knows. The punishment is actually to protect the girls from a much more dangerous fate at his hands, which is why the morally upright Susan is willing to go along.

Paddling, the bad kind of shower, non-consensual sex, bondage and strap-on sex combined, sodomy, humiliation, degradation, shame . . . Dear reader, if you enter this long story you will be forced to experience hours of all of these! The pain will be exquisite -- but you may find the pleasure to be, also. You have been warned!

The Authoress

Introduction

"Hello?" Susan Smith answered the phone.

"Susan -- you know who this is?" the male voice on the other end said.

"Mike." She said this in a flat tone. "What do you want?" she asked coldly, making her distaste plain.

"Hey, listen, Susan. I got something a little bit unusual that you might be interested in."

Susan feared what that might mean. Mike was a gang leader and illegal drug distributor she had met during a "Goth phase" during her college years. For a while she had hung out with a group of "townies" who thought they were pretty tough and nasty. She encountered Mike several times at parties her group attended, and quickly realized that when it came to being "dangerous" her friends were a bunch of lightweight "wannabes" -- he was the real deal. He scared the hell out of her, but did not let him know it, and for some reason he seemed to respect her.

A few years later Susan had become involved with the dangerous felon, seeking to stop his exploitation of young women. One of the things she had noticed at those college parties was that he was always accompanied by very young, servile and attractive girls. When she asked about this one time, he laughed and told her "they're working off some debts."

Mike went on to explain that he manipulated the girls into dealing drugs on the smallest scale possible, and "got them in trouble" by providing more "product" in advance than they could possibly distribute. He then made sure that they come up short when the time came to either pay up or return the unsold product.

Mike was a truly scary individual, and really a very bad man. So she could easily understand how threats from him would be terrifying. He gave the girls a choice -- become his personal sex slave, or suffer the trauma of a brutal gangbang by his entire gang.

He laughed when he explained how they staged a terrifying spectacle, in which the girls were forced to witness what appeared to be an example of this.

"Susan, did you know that not all the members of my gang are men? Yeah, there's always bitches around, but they're all somebody's 'mama,' not really members in their own right. But there's one bitch who is a full member. Wanna know why?" Susan nodded.

"She likes gangbangs. She likes to be gangbanged, that is. And she likes it rough -- fucked in the ass, fucked in the mouth, fucked in the cunt, all three at once sometimes. Hey, the guys aim to please! They get a kick out it -- plus get their rocks off."

Mike described how when he needed to "break in" one of his underaged sex slaves she would be forced to watch one of these "gangbangs," but not told that the sex was consensual. The "bitch" who liked it rough with multiple partners would ham it up, letting out blood-curdling screams, acting terrified, pretending to be in agony, while the male gang members whooped it up with raucous shouts and chants, "Fuck her in the ass! Fuck her in the ass! Fuck her in the ass!"

When Mike gave his tender young victims the option, they chose one-on-one sexual servitude with the leader over brutal gang rape, and were grateful for the option.

Susan was horrified. She dared to ask if he really would ever really have one of those innocent young women gang raped. He laughed again and said, "Absolutely - if they really tried to fuck with me. But not in the kind of set-up situations I'm telling you about. You don't want to know what happens to people who really try to fuck with me, Susan."

Mike was serious, and she knew he was right - she didn't want to know.

Susan was in college then, and couldn't do anything about this situation. But after she had graduated and established herself she contacted Mike and made him an offer. Essentially, she used her wealth to pay off the gang leader in return for an oath to end his exploitation of young women.

The offer was backed up by an implicit threat to use the law if he refused, or reneged. Frankly, she didn't care about his other activities, his drug dealing. As long as he stuck to "business" and stopped terrorizing women she would leave him alone.

Given this history, when Mike called and said he had "something unusual," Susan was frightened, and on edge.

"Yeah, remember back when you asked me if I really would have given my 'girlfriends' to the gang if they didn't agree to 'play' with me?" Mike asked. "Well, right now I got one of those situations of someone who 'really fucked with me.'

"The thing is, it's two chicks. Foxy as hell, too -- real lookers. Well listen, these bitches got cute and thought they could scam me out of $10K worth of blow. Stupid cunts. Hey, most of the time, I'd pop a cap on the fucker and that would be end of it -- gotta set an example for the rest, ya know?"

Susan didn't know, and did not want to. The world she inhabited was light years away from such grim realities.

Susan had inherited a huge fortune when her parents were killed in a car crash when she was just 12-years-old. Since graduating from college with a degree in finance she had made a career out of increasing that fortune through careful investments in start-up businesses and real estate development partnerships. Susan was worth a cool $400 million, and the urban jungle Mike described was as unreal to her as a violent crime movie.

But, she knew it WAS real, and that he was serious. She grew a little shaky at what he was telling her, and her "knight errant to the rescue of damsel in distress" streak roared to the surface.

"Mike -- don't!" she said. "You must have something else in mind if you called me. The answer is 'yes' if it means you don't hurt those girls."

Mike laughed. "I knew you would say that, Susan. You're too soft. Well, yeah, I got somethin' else in mind. I thought I might make a few bucks outta' the deal, rather than -- the other."

"I'll do it," Susan jumped in.

He laughed again. "Not so fast, Susan. I can't have the word get out that the punishment for fuckin' with Mike is -- no punishment at all. Hey -- I know that you like bitches. I know about your little arrangement with that porn studio, too. You get those sweet young bitches and you have a ball with them.

"Well, these two aren't so sweet. For one thing they're cocky little smart-asses who think they're hot shit and God's gift, and they fuck with people all the time. They just fucked with the wrong person this time.

"The bottom line, Susan, is that these bitches need to be punished. I don't think you can do it, because I don't think your mean enough, but I thought I would at least ask."

Susan thought hard. She realized that in Mike's world sex was often brutal and a form of exploitation. Apparently, he thought something like that happened during her own multi-day trysts with young women, although he obviously realized that her version would be much "softer" than his own. In truth her seductions were nothing like that at all. But in this instance the false impression might be all that stood between two young woman and eternity. Or worse . . .

He was right that she was too soft, but -- she knew someone. Over the years some 30 young women had matriculated from "Susan Smith's Academy of Lesbian Lust." One of these, a girl named Aleisha, had become a notorious lesbian S&M dominatrix. Well, Aleisha was into the "S" part, sadism, and her female partners were either into the "M" part, masochism, or they were in for a really unpleasant experience when they had sex with the woman.

Neither the "S" nor the "M" were Susan's bag, but notwithstanding that she and Aleisha had become friends, and occasional lovers. Most often they just got together for lunch or dinner, and to hang out a bit.

"Mike -- you're right. I am not the person for the job. But -- I have a friend who is." Susan described the 23-year-old Aleisha and her preferences, and Mike was laughing by the time she finished.

"Yeah, that sounds more like what I had in mind. I'll tell you what, Susan -- get out that fat checkbook of yours out, because the only reason I'm willing to do this is for the money. And then have this Aleisha take these bitches 'in hand.' You don't mess with the process and go all soft on them, and I'll do it. But -- if they come out of there looking like they're 'in love,' then they are right back in the shit."

"Alright Mike, I promise. It's Aleisha's show. I'll just keep reminding myself that these girls are not innocent victims, but got themselves into this through their own bad behavior."

"You got it Susan -- bad behavior is right. Fuckin' bitches, try to fuck with me . . ."

So Susan called Aleisha, who almost had an orgasm over the phone when the situation was described to her. Of course she readily agreed, and then Susan called Mike back to finalize the arrangements.

~~ Roberta and Jamie are whipped and stripped. ~~

Sitting in the living room of her home, Susan clicked the garage door remote control when she saw the van enter the winding driveway of her estate. On its 10 acre lot the luxurious house was well screened by landscaping and terrain from the rest of the exclusive subdivision. Once the vehicle had entered the underground garage she used the remote to close the garage door behind it, and headed downstairs.

When she arrived the driver had already shut off the motor and got out. It was Mike, and he looked at her expectantly. She handed him a thick envelope filled with several thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills, which he slipped into a pocket.

Mike walked around to the back of the van and opened the rear door. "Alright bitches, OUT!" he barked. Two young women exited the back of the van, the compartment of which had no windows, so they had no idea where they had been taken. Susan took her first look at the girls she was supposed to "punish."

One of them was her own height, about 5'8", and the other was just a little bit shorter. Both were very pretty and had fantastic bodies. The taller one had long, wavy blonde hair, very large breasts, a nicely rounded ass, and lovely legs. The other had almost straight shoulder length hair that was a beautiful chestnut color, medium size breasts, and a trimmer, more athletic body.

They were somewhat disheveled and looked very scared, except that on the smaller girl the cocky "God's gift the world" attitude somehow still came through. The taller one was thoroughly cowed -- not surprising after the threats they both had been subjected to.

Both girls were dressed alike in flashy designer jeans and tight tee shirts that left nothing the imagination. Mike had called them "prick teasers" at one point, and Susan now saw what he meant: The girls had "it," and they flaunted it.

After their attempt to rip-off the dangerous drug dealer, they had been held as prisoners in the commercial garage that served as the headquarters for the gang. There they had been forced to witness the horrific "gangbang" scene involving the woman who actually liked rough sex with multiple partners, which fact, of course, the teens did not know.

The two 19-year-olds were removed before the end of the act, and once they were out of sight but still in hearing range subjected to the sound heart rending screams. This led them to believe that the woman had been killed or seriously injured. They were then shoved into the back of the van, which drove for more than an hour, and now found themselves in Susan's garage.

Susan knew that, unlike the more innocent, younger girls Mike had previously victimized, the threat of becoming a genuine victim of brutal gang rape was real for these girls -- and much worse, besides.

"Have fun, bitches!" Mike said with an evil gleam in his eye as Susan led the girls toward the door that connected the house and garage. He prepared to start the van and leave.

"Wait a minute, Mike," Susan said. "I'll be right back."

Susan led the girls into the lower level of her home, which was completely underground, and had no outside view. She took them into a small den off a hallway, and faced the pair.

"Do you know what kind of danger you're in?" she asked. Susan could tell from the looks on their faces that the answer was yes, so she continued.

"Let me explain what's going on here. I'm a lesbian and I frequently entertain young women in sexual trysts in this home. Mike knows about this, for reasons I won't go into, but he thinks these involve some kind of brutality. He's wrong, but -- that's why he turned you over to me. To be 'punished.'

"Here's the situation: If you stay you will be punished. You will be whipped and humiliated and forced to engage in sex acts with women, including bondage, sodomy, and other things. However -- you will not be harmed. You will not be physically bruised or broken in any way. Do you understand?"

Both young women had turned bright red with embarrassment at Susan's first words, and then pale at the laundry list of depravity. They were shocked, and frightened. Susan's heart was melting at the sight, but she forced herself to be cool. Both girls finally nodded -- they understood.

"Alright. Now -- you don't have to stay. In fact, you can't stay unless you do so voluntarily. I won't be a party to rape, or any other kind of non-consensual activity. If you don't want to stay then we'll turn right around and you can get back in that van. Maybe you can make things right with Mike in some way, and it will be fine. I know he likes young women . . ."

Neither girl looked eager to get back in the van. Susan continued:

"I know it's a 'Hobson's choice.' But it is purely your choice. So, what will it be?"

The girls looked at each other, and at Susan. She knew they could tell she was not dangerous. Which paradoxically was dangerous, because with the exception of his misunderstanding regarding her usual sexual modus operandi, in most things Mike was very smart and cunning. If he sensed that the girl's "punishment" would not be real the deal would be off.

Which is why Susan had brought Aleisha on board: The "punishment" would be real. But it would also be voluntary to the maximum extent she could make it so, under the circumstances.

Both girls nodded. That wasn't good enough for Susan, though. "No, I want you to say it. Say out loud that you choose to stay even though you will be whipped, bound, humiliated, sodomized, and required to have sex with other women."

The girls turned red-faced again, but accepted this.

"I'll stay. Fucking Mike is an animal. You talk tough, but you're not an animal." It was the smaller girl who spoke. Susan looked to the other, who seemed more scared, and less sure. But she gave the same answer.

"Me too. I want to stay. I understand and it's my choice."

Susan nodded, and walked back to the garage. Mike was waiting impatiently, and gave her a "what the fuck?" look. She just nodded, waved, and clicked the garage door opener, letting him out. When he was gone she closed the door and reentered the house.

One of the design features of the home was that the isolated lower level was in effect a luxurious self-contained dwelling unit all by itself. It had an combination library/office, a bathroom suite, an entertainment room, a large and specially equipped bedroom, a smaller, more utilitarian bedroom, and a full-featured kitchen and dining area.

The bathroom suite was really more like a small private health club than a bathroom. It contained a massive shower stall big enough to fit four or five individuals, a spa that remained full of water for instant use, a large jetted bathtub big enough for two, or three if they were "friendly," which could be filled up for bubble baths and other activities not appropriate in the spa. There were plush sofas and comfortable chairs arranged in sitting areas, and a professional massage table.

A separate alcove held a stationary gym and cyclic trainer machine. One highly unusual feature was what Susan referred to as her "naked oil wrestling" ring: A low platform the size of a king-sized bed, covered with a an actual rubberized wrestling mat two inches thick.

This was the room to which brought the girls. She indicated they should enter, then followed and closed the door behind her. The luxurious suite was large and filled with interesting objects, so the girls did not at first notice its lone occupant. Finally they did notice, and stared.

Aleisha stood in the middle of the room glaring coldly at the newcomers. She was something to stare at: Tall, almost six-feet, with smallish breasts, and a very well proportioned, muscular body. Aleisha worked out strenuously, and it showed. Frankly, she looked like she could kick the shit out any woman and most men, and wouldn't mind doing so!

Aleisha had a striking face, with high cheekbones and distinctly Slavic features. She was stunning in appearance, not "beautiful" according to the usual plain vanilla conventions, but strikingly attractive in her own unique way. Her long white-blonde hair was tied in two braids that hung down her back. She looked like an eastern European version of a Wagnerian Valkyrie.

Oh, and one other detail sucked the young girls' gaze to her like a magnet. Around the woman's neck was a wide black leather "collar" ringed with metal studs. Her forearms displayed matching black leather wrist bands. She wore knee-high black leather lace-up boots with three inch heals that made her appear even taller than she already was. And that was it -- from neck to wrist to knee Aleisha was completely naked, showing off every well developed muscle -- rippling abs, powerful shoulders, strong legs.

As she stood glaring, Aleisha was not completely motionless, however. One hand held a riding crop, which she repeatedly smacked aggressively into the palm of the other hand while staring at the two young teenagers. On closer examination it could be seen that this was not a riding crop after all, but instead a piece of thin, whippy wood that flared out from a solid looking handle at one end to a flat "paddle blade" about three inches across at the other.

"So, these are the bad girls, eh?" Aleisha asked. She had a faintly eastern European accent to go with her striking Slavic visage. Her family had emigrated from Russia when she was five years old, and a hint of the old country -- the cruel old country -- remained in her speech.

"What are your names?" Aleisha snapped. Neither girl responded, both rendered speechless by this gorgeous but intimidating vision. "Speak!" she barked.

"I -- I'm Jamie," stuttered the slightly shorter girl with the chestnut hair.

"My name is Roberta," squeaked the taller blonde.

"Roberta. Jamie. Those are almost boy's names. It sounds like your filthy fathers wanted a boy, and when you two worthless cunts popped out instead, he gave you the names he had already picked." Aleisha said this as if she found the notion totally hilarious.

"Well, we will fix that." She walked aggressively up to Jamie, and poked her painfully in the chest with the spatula-like wand. "You are now called 'Cunt Number One.' Do you understand?" The girl nodded. "Say it!" ordered Aleisha: "Say 'I am Cunt Number One'." Aleisha had resumed swatting the stick into the palm of one hand, and now picked up the tempo of this action.

The girl looked terrified, and whispered, "I am Cunt Number One."

"Louder!"

The girl's terror increased, and she repeated the obscene phrase, slightly louder. "I am Cunt Number One."

While this was going on, Susan quietly removed her clothing out of sight of the two girls, by prior arrangement with Aleisha. The big blonde had explained that the psychological intimidation of another is usually achieved by stripping the "subject" while the intimidator remains fully dressed, but in certain situations doing just the opposite can have the same effect. That was the strategy she had decided upon here. Aleisha now directed her attention at Susan, who was pleased see her friend's eyes widen at the sight of her own nakedness.

Susan knew she was an eye-opening package, and was proud of it. She was slightly above average height, with sleek athletic legs, a flat belly, and ample but not huge breasts - large enough to excite lust but not so big as to make physical activity awkward, capped with lovely pink "puffy" nipples. Shoulder-length light brown hair and a healthy "California girl" look completed the ensemble. Aleisha could not help nodding appreciatively, but she got right back down to business.

"What do you think we should call this second one?" she asked. Without waiting for her friend to reply, Aleisha announced brightly, "I know! How about 'Cunt Number Two? You!" she barked at Roberta, giving the girl the same painful poke in the chest that her companion had received a moment before. "You are now Cunt Number Two!"

Aleisha shifted gears now. "Dear, why don't you make yourself comfortable on that couch where you can watch the show?" She spoke in a friendly tone. "I am going to punish Cunt Number One and Cunt Number Two now, so that they will know to obey me without question." Aleisha turned back to the girls and snapped like a Marine drill instructor, "You! Over there!" She directed them to the professional-type massage table placed in the center of the luxurious suite, which had a padded surface about navel-height.

The pair quickly followed orders, looking even more scared than before after hearing that ominous word "punish." They walked to the table and then turned around, awaiting further orders from their intimidator. Aleisha was about to do more than intimidate.

"Both of you -- turn around!" They did. "Unfasten and unzip your jeans!" After hesitating for just a heartbeat, two pairs of hands got busy. "Now, pull your pants down below your butts, lean over, and place your hands on the table!"

Another brief hesitation, and then two lovely female asses were exposed as tight blue jeans were tugged down with some effort, including lovely wiggling of shapely hips and pelvises. The two girls assumed a position bent at the waist, leaning forward, supported by their hands on the table, their rear ends exposed to the dominatrix and her silent companion, but unable to see either of the other women.

Susan noticed that both girls had little "broken heart" tattoos on the upper outside corner of one butt cheek, one girl's on her right side, the other on her left, like bookends. She imagined this affectation was part of their "prick teaser" act.

Aleisha let them stand in that vulnerable, exposed position for a good minute, the girls not knowing exactly what to expect, but having a pretty good idea, their anxiety increasing exponentially as they were forced to wait for it. She looked toward Susan, who had taken a seat on one of the comfortable couches scattered around the suite, and winked.

Susan mouthed back a silent "eek!" and matched it with a theatric display of nervousness, gritting her teeth, lowering her head and gazing back at Aleisha with her eyes slanted up, hugging herself with both arms. Aleisha smiled and shook her head, as if to concur with Mike's conclusion that Susan was too soft for this kind of task.

Aleisha was not soft, however. When she judged that the anxiety of the two young girls had risen as high as possible, she struck, delivering a vicious blow to one shapely ass cheek with her cruel spatula-shaped whip. WHACK! Roberta screamed out loud, first at the shock, and then at the excruciating pain as the flat of the flexible wand left a three-inch wide crimson patch on the outermost jut of her nicely rounded left ass cheek.

Aleisha had shown the instrument to Susan beforehand, and explained that it was optimized to deliver maximum pain without actually cutting flesh or even raising lasting welts. "I like my punished cunts to have bright red asses, but I don't want to ruin the view with blood or bruises," she had said. Susan was miserable at the thought, but relieved that at least no real damage would be done.

Aleisha paused after that first blow, letting Jamie's fear and anxiety grow another order of magnitude as her partner-in-crime sobbed just inches away. WHACK! Jamie received her first blow, and also screamed. Immediately Aleisha delivered a second to Roberta's still untouched right cheek. The girl screamed again, even louder than before. Aleisha immediately struck a second time at Jamie.

Then she waited another full minute, during which the girls continued to cry. When their tears began to diminish a bit, she struck again, viciously. Whack! Whack! Whack Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! She alternated from girl to girl with each blow, and cheek to cheek on each alternate blows. This flurry of rapid strikes was delivered with precision, however, so that no two blows fell on the same patch of flesh. As a result, the surfaces of both 19-year-old asses became a flaming, angry red, instead of their previous pleasant pink.

Aleisha was not nearly finished, however, even though both girls were shaking and weeping hysterically with the pain. "Shut up!" She yelled loudly in that drill sergeant's tone, stepping forward between the two so that the order pounded loudly into their ears. After a moment, when the shock began to wear off, and the pain had receded the tiniest bit from excruciatingly acute to a pounding throb, they managed to start pulling themselves together, fearful of disobeying.

Speaking softly now, in a deadly sweet voice dripping with menace, Aleisha said, "Well, what do we have here?" She had placed the crop under her arm, and reached down with both hands, softly caressing the little "heart" tattoos on each girl's bum. Susan had not noticed before, but now she saw that these were the only patches of butt skin that had not yet been punished.

"So, you are a pair of little prick teasers, eh? Waving your cute little matching butts and tattoos at all the boys -- but it's all 'look but don't touch', eh? What about waving them at the girls, eh? Girls like me? Girls like me who like to punish little prick teasing cunts? Am I allowed to touch?"

The girls said nothing, still sniffling. "Answer me! Cunt Number One -- am I allowed to touch your precious ass!" Aleisha grabbed a handful Jamie's burning ass flesh roughly in her hand as she growled the question, causing the girl's tears to flow again as the punished flesh was aggravated into more flaring pain.

"Yes!" she cried.

Aleisha grabbed the tender flesh again cruelly, and ordered, "Cunt Number One! When you address me, you will call me 'Mistress'! Now, again - Am I allowed to touch your precious ass?"

"Yes -- Mistress."

"That is better. And that is good. Because I like to grab young girls' pretty asses. I like to grab their pussies, too. Am I allowed to touch your precious pink pussy?"

"Ye-yes, Mistress," the girl stuttered, shocked at this shift of emphasis onto a more sexual track. Aleisha shifted her attention to Roberta, placing her hand softly but menacingly on the burning, punished portion of the girl's red ass.

"How about you, Cunt Number Two. You have nice big tits. I like nice big tits on a young girl. Am I allowed to touch those, too?"

"Yes," the girl whispered. Quick as lightening Aleisha stepped back and delivered another punishing blow to Roberta's ass with the whip. The girl screamed, and her sobbing resumed again.

"Yes, what? Answer!" Roberta desperately tried to think of what the woman wanted, and then remembered.

"Yes, Mistress," she said through her tears.

"That is good. Now, I also like to have my cunt licked by pretty young girls with big tits. Will you do that for me, too?" The girl could not help but to gasp, as the revelation and lewd description of the homosexual sex act she would soon be forced to perform added humiliation, shame and shock to physical pain and fear. Aleisha cooed menacingly, "I don't think I heard you. I said 'I also like to have my cunt licked by pretty young girls with big tits.' You will do that for me, won't you, Cunt Number Two?"

"Yes," the girl sobbed. WHACK!

"YES, MISTRESS!" Roberta cried out, her sobs of pain increasing with the latest hit.

"And you, Cunt Number One. You don't have such nice big tits, but I'll bet you can suck good cunt anyway. Tell me, how many times have you sucked the cunt of Cunt Number Two? I'll bet you do it all the time."

"No, Mistress," Jamie answered.

"No? Well, surely Cunt Number Two must lick your cunt all the time, yes?"

"No, Mistress."

"Oh, I can't believe it. And I thought you were friends. Wait a minute -- Cunt Number One, have you ever licked another girl's cunt?"

Jamie also was crying again, not from the pain, which had begun to recede just a bit, but from the humiliating questions. "No, Mistress."

"No Mistress what?" Aleisha demanded menacingly.

"No, I've never -- sucked another girl's cunt," Jamie answered in a whisper.

"Oh, that's too bad. How about you, Cunt Number Two? Have you ever sucked another girl's cunt?"

"No, Mistress, I have never -- sucked another girl's cunt," Roberta answered, also sobbing with shame and humiliation.

"Well, this is your lucky day, then!" beamed Aleisha, with false good fellowship. "You will suck my cunt, won't you Cunt Number One?" Jamie could not speak, struck dumb with shock and humiliation.

WHACK! Scream!

"Cunt Number One, you must learn to answer your mistress immediately when she asks you a question. Now, you will suck my cunt, won't you?"

Jamie was sobbing loudly again, the fire in her abused rear end adding to the degradation that she was being subjected to. Through her sobs, despite her fear and the urgency of avoiding more of the vicious paddling, she barely choked out the words: "Yes, Mistress. I will suck your cunt."

"Good, good! I have a big, juicy, horny cunt, and it needs lots of good licking by pathetic young cunts like yourself to make me cum. Tell me again, Cunt Number Two -- you said you will be happy to suck my cunt, right?"

"Yes, Mistress." This also through tears of humiliation.

"Say it, bitch. Say it all!"

"Yes, Mistress, I will be happy to suck your cunt."

"Lick my cunt and make be cum buckets of girl cum juice that you will eagerly swallow, right?"

"Yes, Mistress. Make you cum and swallow your girl juice." Poor Roberta's short term memory was not working at peak levels just that moment, causing her to fail to repeat the exact phrasing. Fortunately for her, Aleisha was getting excited, and did not notice.

"That is very good. Cunt Number One, you will make me cum and swallow my girl cream also, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will make you cum and swallow your girl cream." Jamie was crying softly as she said the obscene words.

The two girls were reeling now from the combined physical and psychological assault. Despite the cocky "bad girl" attitudes that had led them into the monumental mistake of "fucking with" Mike, both were actually the spoiled, protected daughters of upper middle class families, and had not only never engaged in lesbian sex, but were actually quite inexperienced in heterosexual sex also, although neither was a virgin. They truly were insensitive young "prick teasers" though, using their good looks to manipulate boys their age, and titillate older men, but rarely following through by "putting out."

Roberta was almost in a state of shock at the pain and humiliation, and had almost lost the ability to form coherent thoughts at the moment, other 'please don't hit me anymore," and "please stop asking me those questions." As the stronger of the two, Jamie's mind was still processing information, and none of it was good from her point of view.

She was vaguely aware of the S&M "subculture," and that it mostly involved games between consenting adults. Finding herself as a participant in something that felt a lot more like the real thing than a game was like a bad nightmare come true. She had made her choice, though, and while that whip was unbelievably painful she also recognized that what Susan had said at the outset was true so far: She was not being physically damaged in any way.

Also, like every member of her generation, Jamie was well aware of and accepted the presence of individuals of both sexes who practiced homosexuality. Indeed, one of her and Roberta's little "prick teasing" games was to pat each other's asses and even give chaste little kisses to each other lips when socializing with boys in their usual groups. But it was all play-acting. Neither girl had ever contemplated actually performing a lesbian sex act herself. Jamie realized that this was about to change, and, again notwithstanding the fact that she had volunteered for this, she found her mind reeling at the prospect.

Susan had sat quietly on the couch throughout these events, and was feeling a little bit nauseous at the twin whippings -- physical and psychological. She felt ashamed at the fact that she had also become aroused by the spectacle, but she couldn't deny it. There was not a cruel bone her body, but that didn't prevent her from having fantasies about the things she might do if that were not the case.

She tried to reassure herself with the knowledge that it was really a favor to the girls to substitute this punishment for the genuine physical damage, possibly even death, that might have been dished out by the vengeful gang leader. And of course they had chosen to be here, even after she disclosed that this would include the very treatment they were now receiving. That knowledge was relatively abstract, however, compared to the immediacy of what was happening now, here in the place where Susan usually initiated gentle and tender lesbian seductions of sweet young women - undertakings far different from the proceedings now underway.

Aleisha had almost completed this phase of "the treatment." She had one final message.

"I am offended by those tattoos, Cunt Number One and Cunt Number Two. Offending me requires additional punishment." The girls cringed. WHACK! WHACK! The teenagers screamed as Aleisha laid one final blow on each tender ass, placing them precisely onto the "heart" tattoos. "You will not offend me again," she announced in a tone that brooked not disagreement. Not that either girl even could conceive of doing anything to displease their cruel Mistress at this point!

She left the two girls standing in their vulnerable position, their red and naked butts exposed to her and Susan, and came over to join her friend on the couch.

"Hey, Susan, have you seen that latest Quentin Tarantino film? His 'Pulp Fiction' is one of my all time favorites"

Susan's first thought at this was a wry "It would be," but mostly she was stunned at this irrelevancy as Aleisha went on to explain the plot of the latest violent, blood-soaked and stylish epic. The woman spoke casually, as if they were having lunch at one of their favorite restaurants, rather than sitting together naked, looking at the handiwork of Aleisha's relentless physical and emotional abuse: The heart-wrenching pain and shame of two young girls ruthlessly subjected to torture and humiliation.

Of course, Susan realized that apparent casualness was part of the "treatment," but she could barely get the expected "yeahs" and "uh-huhs" out of her mouth at the appropriate moments. Eventually Aleisha ran out of steam talking about the movie, and turned her attention back to the two woebegone teenagers, bent over with their raw, red buttocks exposed to the two older women.

"Cunt Number One, pull up your pants and come over here. Now!" Aleisha was back into the "game," although she had never left it, really, since the callous conversational sidetrack was part of an overall strategy to humiliate the younger girls by demonstrating how insignificant they were and how little their pain and suffering meant to the dominant dyke. Jamie quickly complied, straightening up, pulling up her jeans, turning around, and approaching the two nude women watching from the couch. She stopped about three feet away, still sniffling a little bit, and with trepidation awaited further orders.

The dominatrix let Jamie wait, her eyes roaming the girl's body from head to toe and back. Then, Aleisha spread her own legs wide, reached her hands down to her pussy, and spread its pink lips wide. The woman's sex was already well lubricated by pre-cum girl juice, the whipping and lewd humiliation of the two young girls arousing her mightily. Aleisha stroked her slippery labia up and down with two fingers, dipped the digits into her oozing vagina, then dragged them north to her clit, massaging it slowly and deliberately as her "elevator eyes" took in all the parts and pieces of the fully clothed younger woman.

"Look closely, Cunt Number One, this is the cunt you will soon be licking and making to cum." Aleisha played more with herself a bit more, and then raised her hands to her tits, cupping them, lifting them toward the girl. "And I am looking forward to getting a good titsucking from you too. You will enjoy that, won't you, Cunt Number Two."

"Yes, Mistress," Jamie answered, eager to avoid giving her tormentor any cause to once again lay on the whip.

"My friend likes a good cunt-licking, too. You will enjoy licking her cunt, also, won't you Cunt Number One?" By prior arrangement, Susan took this as her cue and also spread her legs, reaching down with one hand and spreading her own pussy lips, too.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Ask my friend if you may lick her cunt, too. You may call her 'Miss'."

"May I lick your cunt, Miss?" Jamie said, her face turning bright red as she was forced to speak the words in this new embellishment to the humiliation routine. Susan just nodded, unable to bring herself to say anything. She worked hard to avoid pouring sympathy into the look she gave the girl, and instead tried to at least maintain a neutral expression.

"Good," Aleisha said. "Now, take off your clothes, Cunt Number One."

Jamie hesitated for just a single heartbeat, and then began to comply. She drew the tight tee shirt over her head and dropped in on the floor, leaving her clad from the waist up in just a wiry strapless bra. Next she undid the top button of her jeans, unzipped, and began working them over her hips, sliding the garment down an attractive pair of legs.

Susan and Aleisha watched closely, enjoying every embarrassed hesitation and wriggle. Susan had had to steel herself during the brutal whipping, and even during the verbal humiliation of the two teens. However, the forced stripping was not that distant from to her usual sexual adventures, which revolved around seductions. While lacking Aleisha's cruelty, Susan DID enjoy and find highly arousing the embarrassment of a young girl removing her clothing before the devouring eyes of a somewhat predatory lesbian just itching to get her hands on that tender young body.

Now down to just bra and panties, the girl paused, aware that the next step would expose her womanly charms to the frightening dominatrix and her silent companion. Thoroughly cowed by her brutal whipping at the hands of her frightening "Mistress," she did not hesitate for long, though. She reached behind her back and released the catch of the strapless bra, which fell away, revealing a very nicely shaped pair of medium breasts, about a B-cup size.

These were tipped with dainty little pink nipples that made Susan's mouth water. With just the briefest hesitation, Jamie reached down to the waistband of her panties and tugged them over her ass and hips, letting the garment fall to the floor, and lifting her feet clear.

The girl's chestnut-colored pubic hair had been trimmed into a "heart" shape, an affectation that Susan had no use for, and which she assumed was part of the "prick teaser" routine she and her companion had adopted. The girl held her legs tightly together, so only the outer surface of her vulva was visible, essentially just a crack down the center of her pubis.

"Not bad, Cunt Number One," announced Aleisha. "I'll inspect you more thoroughly, in a minute, but first . . . Cunt Number Two! Pull your pants up and come over here." Like her friend, Roberta responded with alacrity, and in just a moment was standing next to her fully naked cohort, in front of the two naked women seated on the couch.

"Alright. Cunt Number One, I want you to undress Cunt Number Two." Both girls looked surprised and confused for a brief moment, the order not exactly what they had expected.. They looked at each other, and when their eyes met both quickly looked down in shame. Jamie's fear exceeded her shame, though, and she turned to face Roberta directly, awkwardly reaching down to the bottom of the taller girl's tee shirt and tugging it upward. Roberta's face turned bright red and her eyes remained downcast as she raised her arms over her head, allowing the other to remove her top.

Roberta's much larger breasts were contained by a bra that was an exact twin of the one Jamie had worn, but it did a much less effective job of supporting her heavy tits. Going for the simplest task next, Jamie reached behind her companion's back and unclasped the brassiere, lifting it away from the much more generously endowed teen.

This revealed a truly magnificent pair of breasts, D-cup size, but with all the firmness and resiliency of youth. Susan was delighted with the view, and with the extra embarrassment Aleisha had generated by forcing the one girl to strip the other. Yes, the wanton cruelty had shocked her, but THIS she enjoyed!

Jamie resumed her progress, unfastening the jeans, unzipping them, and then having to bend over to slide them over the voluptuous Roberta's generous hips and ass. She had to bend further to pull them down the girl's legs, causing her own tits to swing away from her chest enticingly, and her narrower, more athletic ass to briefly point skyward.

Then she was erect again, and sliding a pair of silky, translucent panties over her friend's bush. The garment got hung up on the nicely rounded ass cheeks, and Jamie had to reach a hand behind to help slide it over the sweet bum.

And then, both teenagers were naked, standing side-by-side, facing two beautiful, all-but-drooling lesbians, who were also naked. Both Susan and Aleisha let their eyes roam over the exposed adolescents' beautiful bodies, drinking in the sight with frank and unhidden lust. The only downside, from Susan's point of view, was that Roberta also had that silly "heart" shaped pubic patch.

Aleisha now resumed the "treatment." "Cunt Number Two, you have nice big tits, which I look forward to having you rub against my soaking cunt. Now I will 'inspect' you. Cunt Number One -- go get that stool and carry it over here." Aleisha indicated a padded bar stool with backrest that was off to the side of the room. Jamie obeyed, and did so again when Aleisha gave more specific orders about exactly where she wanted it.

"Cunt Number Two, sit on the stool and spread your legs. Cunt Number One, stand right here," Aleisha indicated a place just to her side and right in front of the couch. "Now, take Cunt Number Two's lower leg and lift it into the air. Cunt Number Two, you lean back" To Susan she said, "Would you please take Cunt Number Two's other leg and hold it up? Thank you, dear."

Roberta was now completely spread-eagled on the stool, her pussy fully exposed, just inches from Aleisha's face. Aleisha reached behind her and brought forth a latex surgeon's glove that had been lying on the couch. With a great show of snapping and tugging she pulled it onto her right hand.

Then she leaned forward and peered closely into the humiliated girl's private parts. She reached both hands forward, and spread Roberta's outer labia, and then prodded lightly at her clit and inner lips. Next, she extended two fingers of the latex covered hand, and slid them slowly and deeply into the teenager's vagina.

Tears were running silently down Roberta's pretty face as she suffered this further humiliation. Aleisha plumbed her channel deeply and thoroughly, pushing the tender cuntflesh first to one side, then the other, and then used her fingertips to poke and prod deep within the cavity. The woman stood up at one point, her legs spread to either side of the bar stool, so that she could seek out the teen's "G-spot" with her fingers from a more favorable angle. The "inspection" resembled a medical examination far more that anything sexual, an impression enhanced by the latex glove.

Finally it was over, and Aleisha ordered the crying girl to stand. She gave Jamie a look that could mean only "Your turn," and with a look of pure horror, the smaller girl took her position on the stool as ordered. Aleisha directed Roberta to carry out the leg-spreading task, Susan did the same on her side, and the same humiliating "inspection" was repeated.

"Very nice," Aleisha concluded when she had finished plumbing the depths of Jamie's vagina. "I like to get a good look at the girls who are going to lick my cunt very soon. Cunt Number One, remove the stool, please. I wish to examine Cunt Number Two's tits now." Aleisha stood and placed her hands on Roberta's lovely breasts.

The girl had recovered somewhat from the degrading vaginal "inspection," but now had to endure some rough handling of her sensitive boobs. Aleisha was not gentle as she "played." She squeezed each tit very firmly, slapped their sides smartly, twisted each nipple painfully enough to bring another tear to Roberta's eyes, and then bounced the globes almost violently.

The treatment wasn't unreasonably sadistic, though. The nipple-pinching was a degree rougher that what a lover might perform in a fit of passion, but nothing comparable to the brutal whipping of the girl's buttocks. Aleisha repeated these actions on Jamie's less well endowed chest, the "bouncing action" less violent due to the smaller size.

"Now, both of you 'assume the position' once again against the massage table." The girls looked terrified, expecting another whipping.

"Please Mistress, no - " Jamie began. WHAP! Aleisha had quickly picked up her whip and delivered a blow across the front of the girl's thighs. Jamie gasped at the pain.

"Cunt Number One, you will speak only when spoken to, and you will obey my orders without question or hesitation! Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now, turn around, bend over, and place your hands on the table. I want both of you to spread your legs. Slide your feet back further so you are leaning more on your hands. That's right."

Aleisha paused to return to the couch, where she retrieved another surgeon's glove, and a tube of lubricating jelly. She had removed the first glove for her breast "inspection."

"Now I will inspect your assholes, Cunt Number One and Cunt Number Two. If you resist, it will be very painful. So don't."

Aleisha repeated the theatrical glove pulling-on routine, and then placed the open mouth of the tube of lubricant against Roberta's anus and squeezed out a dollop. The girl's sphincter puckered tightly in reaction and fear. Aleisha smeared some of the jelly around the orifice, poked some into the threshold of the opening, and then without further preliminaries, she shoved a latex-covered index finger deeply up Roberta's asshole.

The girl gasped and moaned with discomfort. Aleisha buried the finger to its base, and then spent a full minute sodomizing the teenager, sliding the digit in-and-out. Finally she withdrew her finger, and wiped on the girl's still-red ass cheek. Aleisha squeezed each cheek a few times, and then was ready to move on to Jamie. Once again, Roberta was crying softly at her this violation.

Aleisha repeated this performance on the smaller girl, first lubricating the opening of the anus, then driving a finger deep within, and working it in-and-out. By the time she finished sodomizing Jamie, she too was sniffling in shame and discomfort.

"Nice tight assholes, cunts. Maybe you would like me to fuck them with my strap on dildo, eh?" Susan watched the girls tense at the prospect. Aleisha did not follow this threat up with any specifics, but gave another order. "Alright, both cunts -- into the shower stall. I want you to lie on the floor, side-by-side, on your backs." Their faces wet with tears, the two girls hurried to obey.

Susan's shower stall was huge, enclosed in clear glass, equipped with omni-directional jets on the sides, and several standard overhead sprays. It was more than large enough for the girls to lie full length on their backs. Both did so in trepidation, having no idea of what this new bizarre arrangement portended, except that it would probably bring more humiliation. They did not know how right they were.

Aleisha let them wait. She took a seat next to Susan on the couch, and spent a couple minutes removing the high-heeled leather boots. When this was done, she leaned forward to give her naked friend a little hug, and whispered to her.

"Thank you, Susan, for making this possible for me. I know this all makes you uncomfortable, and I'm sorry for that. I also know I am a sick weirdo, but I can't help it, please don't hold that against me, I know you won't. But this is the most exciting thing I have ever done! I love it!" She concluded by giving her friend a little peck on the cheek, and a pat on her hand.

Susan did not hold Aleisha's proclivities against her. She understood that, in a curious and seemingly paradoxical way, Aleisha really had a good heart, and could be very sweet. Her sex drive just happened to be cross-wired with a streak of sadism. That said, except for this very unusual situation where the calculated cruelty was really doing the young girls a "favor" by preserving them from a much worse fate, Aleisha would never combine her fetish with an act of real coercion. Her usual partners had been and would be all voluntary, which did not mean that she did not have fantasies than included coercion, or that she relished this opportunity to "do it for real" any less.

Aleisha rose and approached the shower stall. She entered, and placed one long leg on either side of the two prone teenagers, standing astride them with her legs spread. "Now, I need to take a piss, and this looks like a good place to do it. Besides, I think you need a shower, cunts. By the way, unless you want another taste of the whip, leave your hands at your sides while I piss on your faces."

Aleisha did not perform the disgusting act immediately, though. She stood there for a minute, looking down on the two girls, savoring their shame and revulsion as they awaited the humiliating degradation. Both girls' minds were reeling: the proposed act was so far outside of any frame of reference familiar to them, and in many ways exceeded the already lengthy train of previously unimaginable humiliations.

Finally, the yellow stream poured forth, drenching the shocked girls' pristine young bodies. In preparation for this Aleisha had quickly chugged down a full quart of water when Susan had gone to let the van into the garage, and now she really had to pee badly. As a result she had plenty of "ammunition," and she covered both girls from head to foot in warm piss.

When the flow started it fell on the teen's chests, but Aleisha shuffled and bent forward a few inches and let them have it in the face. The girl's squeezed their eyes shut, grimaced and twisted their heads from side-to-side, but obeyed orders and did not raise their arms to protect themselves. Aleisha shuffled backward and sprayed their breasts, stomachs, pussies and thighs.

The degrading act continued for the longest time -- Aleisha really had to go bad. Toward the end the warm yellow stream stopped, but then resumed in a series of squirts, each of less duration than the previous one, and finally it was over. Aleisha looked down at her handiwork and smiled.

"Open you eyes, cunts. Look up -- this is the cunt that you will soon be licking, and it is an all-purpose cunt that also gives you showers!" She spread herself widely, moving from side to side sinuously and provocatively to show off her sex to the young girls.

Then Aleisha gingerly removed herself from her position astride the two recumbent females, and carefully avoiding the puddle of piss in which they now lay, stepped out of the shower stall. She went over to the unfilled regular bath tub, stepped in and used a flex hose spray nozzle to rinse her legs and genital area, which had all been spattered by the flowing piss. Then taking a towel and drying herself as she walked, Aleisha returned to the couch with her friend.

Susan was almost as shocked and disgusted by what she had just witnessed as the young girls, even though she had known what was coming. Part of her disgust was at herself, because she could not help but the find the degrading act arousing. Once again, the punishment of these two girls was generating a confusing mixture of aversion and excitement for Susan.

She did enjoy domination fantasies, but lacked the viciousness to ever act on them. She was not at all into scatology, "yellow showers" and related perversions, but as an element in a domination play the act had turned her on nevertheless.

Aleisha looked down at the girls lying in a cooling puddle of piss for a moment, saying nothing. Leaving the girls in this position was of course part of the "treatment." Finally, it was time to move on. Aleisha rose and went back to the shower.

"OK, cunts, ready for another 'shower'?" she asked. They winced, and she laughed. Then she reached in and operated the complicated faucet system, turning on warm water from two overhead showerheads.

"Now, you cunts will scrub yourselves from head to foot, but you will remain lying down while you do so. You may turn over on your belly as required, but you will not stand, sit, or kneel. You will scrub your pussies and assholes especially thoroughly, because my friend and I will soon be sticking our tongues in there, and I know she likes the cunts she sucks nicely scrubbed. You will reach fingers into each orifice to make sure. I will be watching, so don't try to take shortcuts. Proceed!"

Aleisha had dropped a plastic bottle of liquid soap onto the shower floor, and then stood back to watch. Susan walked over to join her, and Aleisha put an arm around her friend.

It was quite a show, and once again, part of the girls' humiliation. While the water poured down they had to squirm around on their backs and bellies, humping their asses up to wash their backsides, lying on their backs and raising their legs to wash their feet and lower legs, turning over to soap up taut teen asses and poke fingers into tender assholes, lying on their stomachs under the spray while reaching fingers into delicate pink pussies to thoroughly rinse them. Finally they were done, and looked up to Aleisha through the spray for further orders.

"Alright, cunts, I give you permission to stand and wash your hair, and rinse off." They did so, when finished Aleisha was about to reach in and turn off the water, but Susan stopped her.

"Wait a minute. Those ridiculous 'heart' shaped pubic hair trim jobs -- they've got to go." Susan held up a razor and pair of scissors as she said this to Aleisha, who laughed jovially.

"Oh, very good. Make their cunts nice and bare and smooth, like little girl cunts. I like that." Aleisha looked at Susan inquiringly, asking with her eyes how to proceed.

Susan nodded and said, "I'll do it. You - " She pointed at Jamie, unable to bring herself to use the obscene "Cunt Number One" label, but also not wanting to interfere with Aleisha's program of humiliation by using the girl's real name. "Step out of the water stream, and soap up your pubic hair and genitals. Don't rinse, and stand by the shower door where I can reach you."

The girl did so, and Susan knelt on the floor outside the shower door, her face just inches from the beautiful chestnut-colored pubic hairs. She thought it a shame that the lovely colored hair had to go, but the "landscaped" bush was just too silly. And, she also enjoyed shaved-bare pussies, so there was some compensation. Deciding that the scissors would not be needed, she carefully applied the disposable safety razor, gently removing the hair not just from the pubic mount, but from the entire genital region. When this was completed she motioned Roberta into place, upon whom Susan repeated the "haircut."

When both girls had thoroughly rinsed Susan handed each one of the oversized white towels the bathroom suite was well supplied with, and they dried off. Susan tossed the towels into a bin, and then led the girls to a large mirror and vanity, directing each to dry and brush out their hair, providing blow dryers and brushes for the purpose.

Finally all the required grooming was complete, and two freshly scrubbed naked teenagers -- with close-shaven pussies - stood awaiting the next stage in their humiliation.

"Now, my friend and I will take you to bed where we will fuck you. You will lick our pussies, and if you are very good and very lucky, you might even have your cunts licked by your talented Mistress and her beautiful friend. Cunt Number One, tell me you can't wait to have a lesbian orgy with me."

"Mistress, I can't wait to have a lesbian orgy with you," Jamie repeated.

"Cunt Number Two, get down on your knees and beg me to let you suck my cunt."

Her face flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment, Roberta dropped to her knees and haltingly spoke the humiliating words: "Please, Mistress, I beg you to let me suck your cunt."

"That's what I thought," said Aleisha. "You are both just dying to suck my cunt. Well, I won't make you wait any longer. Come!"

Roberta and Jamie taste cunt -- and are tasted

Aleisha led the way through a door that connected the huge bathroom suite to an equally luxurious bedroom. Like everything else in the house, Susan had designed the room with special features that catered to her exotic and illicit sexual tastes. Prime among these was a massive bed, half again larger in every dimension as the standard king size model. The bed was set in an alcove, surrounded on three sides by fully mirrored walls, which provided a 270 degree visual feast to the participants when the bed was being used for its intended purpose.

That purpose was sex. Raw, wet, lesbian sex. Oceans-of-cum-producing Sapphic sex that usually revolved around Susan Smith, and fresh, innocent, nubile adolescent girls somewhat younger than the two now being led onto the threshold of their first cunt-licking, tit-sucking lesbian sex experience.

Unlike Roberta and Jamie, Susan's usual guests - while naturally quite nervous at the prospect of activities suggested by the big bed - had not been brutalized. Just the opposite, in fact. They were young women looking for some adventure. By this point they were usually panting with eagerness.

Roberta and Jamie were getting a very different introduction to lesbianism. It was not one that Susan would ever choose to give, but this was not Susan's show. She tried again to reassure herself that she was actually doing the girls a favor by removing them from the vicious drug dealer's power, thereby protecting them from very real physical danger.

The psychological danger they were currently threatened with made her uncomfortable nevertheless, but there was nothing she could do about that. The young girls had put themselves into this position by their own actions, so would just have to pay the piper. Susan hoped that their actual experience of the pleasures of lesbian sex might soften the impact somewhat. She looked forward to contributing her efforts to making that happen.

The bed was covered with just a white sheet, and number of pillows and cushions were scattered around it. Aleisha climbed right up, crawling across the expansive surface to one of the walls, where she arranged some of the cushions into a comfortable backrest for her and Susan, and laid back. Susan joined her, again by prior arrangement. Aleisha put her arm around Susan, and pulled their naked bodies close together. She turned her head and gave her friend a brief but passionate kiss on the lips, and then looked down at the teenagers, who were standing nervously by the foot of the bed.

"Well, come on, get up here," she directed. The girls did, and knelt unsteadily on the mattress, acutely aware of their own nakedness as the two naked lesbians gazed lasciviously at their lovely young bodies.

Susan's heart raced a bit at the sight -- both girls were really knockouts. "Cunt Number Two, come here and kneel between my legs," Aleisha ordered, spreading one of her long, muscular legs to make room. "Cunt Number One, the same, between my friend's legs." Susan also spread one of her legs, the other laying against Aleisha's. Both adolescents obeyed the order, placing one of them between the knees of each of the lesbians, looking down from their kneeling positions into the faces of their tormentor and her mostly passive partner.

"Good, you are becoming better at following your Mistress's orders. Now, kiss each other on the lips." The girls looked embarrassed, but turned their heads and gave each other a brief, chaste kiss on the lips.

"No, no, no! That is not right at all. Cunt Number One, have you ever 'made out'?"

Jamie looked confused for a second, but then answered: "Yes, Mistress."

"Made out with passion, your arms around the other person, French-kissing, moving your hands around the other person's body?"

"Er, yes, Mistress."

"Good. 'Make out' with Cunt Number Two. Both of you, turn sideways and face each other. My friend and I want to see a show. Press your breasts together, and your cunts. Do it!"

The two girls looked even more embarrassed now. This was a huge step beyond their little "prick teaser" kisses. The psychologically stronger Jamie took the lead -- Aleisha had picked up on which of the girls had more "moxie," which is why she had asked this one about the 'make out' history.

The chestnut-haired girl turned to her companion, who was looking down, her face still red with shame. She reached a finger up underneath Roberta's chin and tilted the girl's head up. Then she reached her arms around the full-bodied teen's torso, forcing her gently to turn sideways as ordered. This accomplished, Jamie leaned forward, her breasts pressing into the other's much larger pair, pulled her close, and placed her lips over Roberta's.

Roberta remained passive while Jamie began kissing her lips. She spent a moment sucking on each of the other girl's lips, then did the same while applying a little tongue. Then she placed her lips squarely against Roberta's and slipped her some tongue.

Jamie kissed in this way for a minute, then backed off and gave her cohort a look that said "don't make do all the work!" Roberta was still in a semi-state of shock, but this quiet interlude and the relief from the bossy orders of the "Mistress" had given her some respite, and her brain was beginning to function again, if not quite at full capacity.

She looked back at Jamie with a puzzled expression, trying to figure out what the other was asking, but unable to connect the dots. Jamie realized that more direction was required, so she took one of Roberta's wrists in her hand, and pulled it behind herself, placing it on her own lower back. She took the other wrist in hand, and repeated the "get with the program" look.

This time Roberta "got it," and reached around Jamie's back herself. Jamie again wrapped her own arms around the beautiful blonde, and resumed her kissing. Roberta became less passive, and responded with some tongue action of her own.

The two lesbians had watched this byplay with delight. Susan caught her friend's eye and gave her a little wink. Aleisha grinned back, and reached a hand over to her friend's vulva, lightly rubbing two fingers up and down the lips, and slowly massaging the clit region.

The big blonde parted her legs a little further by bending the outside one at the knee a bit, inviting some attention to her own sex. Susan happily responded. Both of the lesbians had been highly aroused by the humiliation and whipping of the two girls -- Aleisha with relish, Susan with a sense of shame and moral angst -- and now they were becoming even aroused at the sight of two gorgeous, stripped, teenage girls with their arms around each other, pressing their naked flesh against the other's, kissing each other softly. Aleisha and Susan both were ready for some direct stimulation, and their pussies were already nice and wet.

After a few minutes Susan could tell that Aleisha was ready to move on to some more explicit action, but her merciful self wanted to give the girls a bit more respite. Plus, the "show" they were being given was really beautiful, and erotic. She forestalled immediate action by giving her friend's pussy a rather sharp squeeze, shooting her a "wait a minute" expression when Aleisha gave her a sharp look in response.

To compensate, Susan upped the tempo and intensity of her massaging of Aleisha's cunt, dipping a finger shallowly in-and-out of the woman's vagina for a bit, then returning to give the clit a more intensive massage. This did satisfy Aleisha for the moment, but as a side effect it increased her horniness as well, so that soon she wanted more, and there was no delaying her.

"That is very lovely, Cunts Number One and Two. Very erotic, too. I am getting turned on, and I need more." Aleisha was still using the obscene titles for the girls, but she spoke more gently this time, suggesting that she was willing to postpone further brutality as long as lesbian sexplay was under way. This had the subtle psychological effect of creating for the girls a positive association: The homosexual acts that they dreaded were a better alternative than the physical and psychological torture that they had already experienced. In short, lesbian sex beat more beatings.

Not to overstate this, however. Aleisha would be sure to mix some abuse in with her sexplay. She wasted no time in doing so.

"Cunt Number Two, I want you to lick my cunt now. Lay on your stomach between my legs and place your mouth over my cunt. Cunt Number One, lay on your side, and place you head on my friend's lap where you can see. I want you to watch closely, so you can learn how for when it's your turn."

Roberta looked like she was about to panic. She looked to the other two females for a possible out, but found no relief there. Susan remained totally passive, although her heart was aching at the girl's discomfort. Jamie made a little shrug, and gave Roberta a look that said, "You made your choice."

Finding no escape, the voluptuous blonde haltingly assumed the position between Aleisha's legs. Finally she was poised with her face inches from Aleisha's surprisingly delicate pink slit, crowned by a triangle of downy white-blonde hair that matched that on her head.

The teen's shame only stimulated Aleisha more, and she relished the moment: A quivering young teenager about to take her first taste of lesbian cunt.

"Very well, Cunt Number Two: Lick it."

Roberta froze for a moment, then grimaced, and ever so slowly stuck out her tongue and gingerly applied the tip to Aleisha's labia majora, touching the lips with just the tip of the organ, as if she were daintily licking an ice-cream cone and trying to avoid touching it with her lips. Despite her tentativeness, or maybe because of it, the first taste of pussy, that tangy, musky, even vaguely uriney brew, almost gagged the girl. She had to summon up all her will power to continue the dainty flicking, which went on for about 30 seconds more, and then Aleisha burst out laughing.

"Oh, really, Cunt Number Two, you will have to do much better than that! Back off for a second. Cunt Number Two, I know you have never licked pussy, which is a shame. Have you ever been fucked by a man?"

Roberta looked confused by the unexpected question, then embarrassed, but finally answered, "Yes, Mistress."

"That is disgusting," said Aleisha, the confirmed lesbian. "How many men have fucked you?" Roberta looked confused again, and said nothing. "Come on -- have 100 men fucked you?"

"No, Mistress."

"Ten?"

"No, Mistress."

"How many then?"

Narrowing the range of numbers had made things easier for Roberta, who answered, "Four, Mistress."

"That IS disgusting, but that is neither here-nor-there. Now, did any of these creatures lick your cunt?"

Roberta's face turned bright red with embarrassment now, and she answered, "Um, two of them, Mistress."

"Did you like it?"

The girl's embarrassment increased even more. "Ye- yes, Mistress."

"Has your cunt been licked just two times, or more than that?"

"More, Mistress."

"Good. Then you have some experience at the receiving end, at least, and you probably know what you like, right?"

Yet more embarrassment still, and the response was barely audible: "Yes, Mistress."

"Tell me: Did these -- people -- lick your cunt the way you just licked mine?"

"No, Mistress."

"Then why did you lick my cunt the way you did?" The girl was silent. "Cunt Number Two, I want you to apologize for licking my cunt the way you did."

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Tell me you will try harder in about 30 seconds when you start licking for real. Say, 'I'll try harder."

"I'll try harder, Mistress." Again, the girl's response was barely audible.

"Good, Cunt Number Two. Now, I want you to lick my cunt the same way that you liked your cunt being licked. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Now -- Suck my cunt!"

Notwithstanding the obscene order, and even though now she would now be diving in in earnest, this time it was easier for Roberta to place her mouth on the woman's dripping vulva, having "broken the ice" with her first delicate, dainty licks. So she leaned her head forward and proceeded to perform a completely amateurish but at least genuine act of cunnilingus on Aleisha.

After a few more tentative licks to "get oriented," she proceeded to suck the clit and the surrounding cuntflesh into her mouth and lick it vigorously with her tongue. Then she added heavy-suction and light-suction in rapid succession, pulling the sensitive flesh in and out of her mouth.

"Oooo -- very good, dear. That's more like it," exclaimed Aleisha. Susan noted the "dear," and remembered that there were many sides to her friend. In addition to cruel and even vicious dominatrix, Aleisha could be a sweet and gentle lover, who soaked up physical stimulation with genuine gratitude. Unconsciously, she had slipped into this mode as a result of the young girl's pussy licking. Yes, this effort was amateurish in the extreme, but it was hard to go wrong with the technique she had initiated!

In addition, Aleisha was highly aroused by the experience of having her pussy licked by a tender young teen forced to perform a lesbian sex act for the first time. The technical quality of the performance was a decidedly secondary consideration when so many of the dyke's psychological buttons were being pushed. Aleisha actually began to pant in excitement, but then took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Susan too was highly excited by the scene. While she did not share the physical "S&M" thing with Aleisha, she was into dominance in a much less overtly physical way, and was equally turned on by young girls having lesbian sex for the first time. Usually she was the instigator and beneficiary of such debuts, but being an observer and seeing the excitement of her friend had Susan wanting some, too!

Aleisha let the girl lick and suck her pussy for about ten minutes, and then reached down to lift her head away. Roberta looked up with an expression that was partly fear and "What now?," and partly that of a student hoping for the teacher's approval of an assignment. Aleisha gave her the latter.

"Much better, Cunt Number Two. With proper training you will make a fine cunt licker. I have many things to show you in that department, but for now, it is time for Cunt Number One to have a turn. And, I think my friend would like to feel your lips on her cunt, also. Why don't you girls trade places, and we will resume."

Jamie and Roberta did so, and now it was Jamie's turn to experience her first taste of another woman's cunt. Given the girl's stronger mental constitution, and the fact that the trail now had been broken by her more timid companion, Susan did not expect any drama this time. She did want to watch closely as the other teen experienced her first taste of pussy, though, so when Roberta prepared to go right down on her as ordered, Susan halted the girl, and indicated she should also watch.

Jamie did not disappoint Susan's expectation, and went right to work on her Slavic Mistress's pink cunt. She repeated Roberta's sucking of the clit action, and added a few tricks of her own, including nibbling Aleisha's labia with her teeth, poking her tongue into the woman's vaginal passage, and just plain vigorous slavering with her tongue up and down Aleisha's clit.

Aleisha was loving it, for all the same reasons that she had with the first girl. She allowed her excitement to build without check this time, and after about ten minutes of more amateurish cunnilingus from her second "virgin" to lesbian sex in the last half hour, Aleisha was panting and almost gasping with arousal.

She was getting very near to orgasm. Susan wanted to watch that, too, so she continued to hold off Roberta's pending attention to her own sex. Notwithstanding Roberta's unease with the forced homosexual sex, few individuals of either sex do not find it fascinating and even arousing to watch a woman approach her climax, even if the watcher is a female who is not herself a lesbian.

The climax came with a satisfying amount of drama for the watchers. Aleisha tensed, shuddered softly, emitted a musical "OHHHHhhhh," and delivered an extra helping of female passion juice onto Jamie's already soaked face. She then lay back and smiled. The dominatrix noticed that Susan had not yet been "serviced," and gave her a "don't wait on me" look.

Susan was ready -- watching Aleisha cum had driven her arousal to a new peak, and she need to cum herself. Plus, she was also eager to feel the lips of an almost-virgin lesbian on her sex. "Almost" virgin because Aleisha had enjoyed the pleasure of "popping the girl's cherry" in terms of being the first to experience the teen's tongue in her twat.

So Susan indicated that Roberta should proceed, which she did without hesitation, her initial shock and revulsion at the act of placing her mouth on another woman's sex having worn off after performing it once already. Plus, she felt the first twinges of arousal herself, ignited by watching her tormentor experience orgasm. She did not even realize this yet herself, but she fell-to on Susan's pussy with, if not quite eagerness, at least a lack of reluctance.

It did not matter to Susan that hers was not the first pussy the girl had tasted -- she had been with Aleisha in spirit from the moment that Roberta lowered her mouth to her friend's sex. Susan realized that this was analogous to her experience of seducing younger or more timid classmates back in high school, who then became her regular lovers.

Much of the excitement she experienced then came from breaking down the resistance of a shocked adolescent female to the point where she was reluctantly willing to perform the obscene homosexual act, then savoring the other's embarrassment as the trembling teen placed her mouth on another woman's cunt -- Susan Smith's cunt, to be precise -- for the first time. Even though there could only be one "first time" for any woman, Susan found that all subsequent sex sessions with a particular girl were colored by the fact that she had been her first, so, thankfully, the thrill never completely went away.

Aleisha had been this girl's first, but Susan felt the same way anyway. So an electric thrill of excitement went through her when Roberta's mouth first covered her pussy, and the girl began to suck her clit using the same technique she had with Roberta. Susan knew she wouldn't last long, and she wanted this to be good. She decided to give some instructions to the girl.

"Roberta -- place two fingers in my vagina, please. You don't have to stroke them while you lick, I just like the sensation of fingers inside me."

The girl obeyed, and continued to suck. She did alternate this with the slavering-tongue-over-clit action that she had observed Jamie perform. Susan gave another instruction:

"Do that, but sideways, and with the bottom of your tongue." Again the girl complied, and Susan gasped. "Oh, lovely. Now . . . " Her words were interrupted by a sharp inhalation. ". . . don't do just that, it's too intense, but alternate with the other action."

The girl complied, and after about five minutes of this Susan felt herself getting very close to the edge. "Just a little bit more!" she thought. She placed her hands on Roberta's head, pulling teen's face more tightly into her cunt. Roberta had to struggle to get breaths as a result, and that excited Susan even more, to the point where she fell off that cliff of pleasure, and was rocked by a tremendous orgasm.

Her body shuddered in a series of spasms that passed through it like waves. She gasped and moaned, and a torrent of cum juice poured from her cunt, drenching the teenager's face, and making it even more difficult for her to get a breath. Roberta was forced to swallow some of the juice, which almost gagged her, but then it was over, and Susan collapsed as she always did after an orgasm, into a bowl of human jello.

After a few minutes Susan began to recover, and she was anxious to see what Aleisha had next on the agenda. They had discussed and planned many of the events that had already taken place, but from this point would be winging it. If it were up to Susan, and if this was one of her usual girl-girl trysts with underage teenagers, the rest of the session would exclusively involve exploring the pleasures of lesbian sex. It was not up to her, though, and Mike had warned her about him picking up the two teens and finding them with dreamy looks on their faces, so Susan had to go along with whatever new cruelties Aleisha came up with.

Aleisha had more in that line on tap, but wasn't prepared to pour on it just yet. She wanted to lick some tender teen twat first, and she knew that Susan was probably wanting the same, now that she had recovered from her orgasm.

"Well, Cunts One and Two, you have both done very well so far at pussy licking. Amateurish, yes -- so much so that I am almost embarrassed to have cum, given such unskilled licking -- but obviously adequate for the object at hand, which is to give your lesbian Mistress and her friend sexual pleasure.

"Now I feel like licking some cunt myself. Your cunts, to be precise. Do not be misled -- you are here to be punished, and there will be more pain to come -- but one good suck deserves another, so today is your lucky day. You will each have your cunts sucked by mouths much more skillful than your own. So, lay back and spread your legs!"

Once again, the two teens were highly embarrassed by this kind of explicit speech, and at having to expose themselves in such blatant fashion to the lecherous lesbians. Plus, they were frightened to death by the reminder of more "punishment," all the more ominous for the lack of specificity in the announcement.

But both obeyed the order to expose their tender young pudendae, their faces again red with shame. However, notwithstanding all that, psychologically the adolescents were in a much better place that they had been just a few minutes before, although they were not explicitly aware of it. This change was due to the fact that they had both experienced the sense of power that comes from bringing another woman to orgasm.

Aleisha was aware of this, and knew she would have to take action to get back on the punishment track later, but right now she just wanted to lick some pussy. Which she and Susan both did. They began with Susan licking Jamie, and Aleisha having her way with the voluptuous Roberta. Actually, Aleisha did not get right down to pussy licking, but spent a few minutes sucking the girl's nipples and playing with her large breasts. But then she crawled right between the teenager's legs, without any languorous kissing her way sensuously across the belly and mound, and dove right in to the teen's sex.

Aleisha was a good pussy licker. At the tender age of 18 she had learned from the best -- Susan. Aleisha had been among the first virgins to lesbian sex that Susan had entertained in this home as part of her chosen sexual lifestyle. From the moment she had been informed of what Susan had planned for her and Melanie, the other young woman participating in that tryst, Aleisha felt like she had won the lottery. Susan realized this, so their side of the three-way tryst had been more in the way of a "tutorial" and a "welcome to the club" experience.

Aleisha had participated in several of the "reunions" that Susan held a couple times a year for her "alumni" -- all-out lesbian orgies involving the older woman and four or five horny girls -- and relished the experience. The pair stayed in touch even when Aleisha had gone off to college and got an engineering degree -- thanks to the scholarship that Susan provided for all of her teen sex-mates, most of whom came from a socio-economic strata that would otherwise make higher education unlikely.

What this all meant for Roberta was that her pussy found itself subject to the manipulations of a master. However averse the girl was to the forced homosexual sex acts she had been forced to perform, and now accept -- essentially lesbian rape - it was unlikely that she would be immune to the pleasure that Aleisha's fingers and tongue could provide.

Aleisha began by repeating the very technique that Roberta had used -- sucking the clit and the surrounding area with alternating heavy and light-suction to draw the super sensitive flesh in and out of the soft feminine mouth. But where Roberta did this amateurishly, Aleisha was skilled, pursing her lips so that the delicate cuntflesh slid lubriciously over the soft inner surface of her lips with each in-and-out movement.

Aleisha began with this technique because, having ordered the girl to do to her cunt what she liked to have done to her own, and gotten this as a result, she knew that Roberta liked it. She did not do this for long, though, because such concentrated stimulation of the delicate clit quickly became too intense if sustained.

So Aleisha thoroughly explored the teen's lovely pink vulva with her mouth, nibbling the labia majora with her teeth as Jamie had done to herself, gently tonguing the sensitive inner lips, and diving her tongue deep into the vagina, pressing her face into the orifice to enable deeper penetration. Then it was back to the clit for more sucking, and for some of the sideways-with-the-bottom-of-the-tongue action that Susan had directed Roberta to perform.

Aleisha cycled through all these techniques for a long time, while also sliding two fingers in-and-out of the girl's vaginal passage in a steady rhythm. Sometimes she removed her mouth and manipulated the thoroughly wetted clit area with two fingers, pressing down and working the cuntflesh in circular motion, then delicately fingering the clit itself with just one finger.

At first Roberta had just laid there passively, but after a while she could not help but to respond. Her pussy juices began to flow, and from time to time she would react to some particularly pleasurable action by shifting her butt a little bit from side to side.

She wasn't humping her hips and driving her pussy into Aleisha's mouth -- yet. The girl was still too aware of the gender of the person providing the sexual stimulation, and was shamed and shocked by the fact that she was responding. But the accomplished cunnilingus and digital manipulation was having the intended effect.

Except - Aleisha was a bit conflicted about what the intended effect was supposed to be. She was very aware of the response her masterful cunt sucking was eliciting, and of the shame that the girl was feeling at the reality her own growing arousal. Like Susan, Aleisha loved this experience of transforming a timid "virgin" to girl-girl sex into a ravenous live-nerve of sexual need, begging for more. She knew that if she sustained her efforts, it was likely she could make the teen cum, which would add even more to the girl's shame and confusion, all of which Aleisha relished -- both the pleasure she induced and the psychological stress that accompanied it.

That latter element made her tempted to go for it, consistent with the big woman's sadistic side. On the other hand, bringing the girl to thunderous orgasm hardly fit in with the punishment theme and mission. She decided to put off any decision by revising the current arrangements.

Susan had been working on Jamie's now-dripping cunt for an even longer time, having skipped the brief tit-sucking session that Aleisha had diverted herself with. Aleisha was a masterful slit licker -- but she had been taught by Susan, who was several years older, and that much more experienced.

Susan had been applying all her skills, and Jamie was further advanced in her state of arousal than Roberta. She was starting to drive her pussy into Susan's mouth, and was panting loudly. Jamie had shared her companion's acute awareness and discomfort regarding the gender of the person sucking her cunt, and the shame at responding to this forbidden lesbian touch, but the girl had almost reached the point where she was all but indifferent to the sex of the person providing the stimulation to her genitals, she just needed to cum.

Aleisha had retained "situational awareness," and was aware of what was happening with the other pair. She removed her mouth from Roberta's cunt, sat up, and announced with a note of humor in her voice, "Shift!" Susan knew exactly what she meant, this being a running joke -- and part of the eroticism -- at the "reunions." During those affairs, when someone called out this word while a group of girls were sucking and licking the pussies of other girls, all would stop and trade partners. Which is what Susan and Roberta now did.

The pause for the shift of positions, and the distraction of having a new woman performing the lesbian sex act on their genitals, took just bit of the edge off of the young girls' growing arousal. But within a few minutes, each had forgotten the interruption and was focused again on the pleasure being generated in their formerly unwilling pussies.

Aleisha realized that Jamie was getting close to orgasm, so she deliberately slowed the pace of her cunt sucking. She gave the girl enough stimulation to keep her at a high state of arousal, but not enough to push her over the top. This actually was quite a challenge, since once a girl is at that point of panting, gasping arousal, the least little thing can tip her over the edge, so Aleisha had to maintain a high level of awareness of teen's responses.

Aleisha found maintaining this status satisfying, though, since the frustration she was generating in the teen held back from the orgasm for which her cunt was aching fit the "punishment" mission. And, while she herself was a good cunt licker, Susan was a Zen-master of lesbian cunnilingus, and no amount of shame, mixed emotions or reluctance in the voluptuous Roberta would prevent the girl from being moved by the attention now being giving to her sex.

Susan was unaware of Aleisha's mixed feelings about allowing the young girls to cum -- she was "going for the gold," and would not stop unless Aleisha asked her to, or until her "victim" fell off that orgasmic cliff.

Aleisha finally decided for the latter of these two courses, thinking: "The hell with it -- bringing these snotty young bitches to orgasm is too much fun. I'll give them a good whipping later to make up for it."

Roberta was getting close under Susan's virtuoso pussy licking, and Aleisha decided she wanted to watch. Given the girl's state of arousal, she knew she could bring Jamie to orgasm at will once she upped the intensity once again, so she sat up to enjoy the show.

Jamie's eyes had been squeezed closed as she focused on the maddening stimulation to her sex -- stimulation that remained just short of what she needed to push her over the edge - but they shot open when she felt the mouth removed from her pussy, and sensed the older woman sitting up. She gave Aleisha an accusing look, which made Aleisha tempted to say something like, "You are not allowed to cum, Cunt Number One -- you are here for punishment," but instead she relented and indicated that Jamie should join her in watching the final act of the introduction of her companion to the intense joys of a powerful orgasm induced by lesbian lips and tongue.

Aleisha knew that the sight would arouse the teen even more, and she did want to make her cum, so she bit her tongue and did not deliver the harsh words that might have set back that project.

In sucking Roberta's cunt Susan had worked through a series of techniques similar to those Aleisha had used. Her mouth had become more and more focused on the girl's clit as she felt the teen's passion rise, and as she sucked and licked the ultra-sensitive organ and the surrounding cuntflesh, Susan was simultaneously driving two fingers in and out of the adolescent's vagina in a steady, mezzo-piano tempo, which was ever so gradually increasing to allegro.

One of the things that made Susan such a master at cunnilingus was her ability to simultaneously finger and tongue with equal focus on each. Most people had to shift their focus from one activity to another, with the quality of stimulation in one or the other activity falling off each time. With diligent practice and concentration Susan had perfected the technique, so her mouth and hands operated with equal and concurrent virtuosity.

Susan had also given Roberta several cycles of a her trademark "resistance is futile" technique: While plunging fingers in and out of the tight and now-dripping tunnel, she would slide the soft underside of her tongue from side-to-side over the exquisitely sensitive core of Roberta's sexuality - her hooded clit - and then add an order of magnitude more intensity by rapidly shaking her head from side to side, still applying the same side-to-side-tongue-on-clit action, but with suction added to hold the girl's pulsing sex in place right through the vigorous head shaking.

So far, Susan had not sustained this action, delivering just a couple seconds worth at a time, but with each repetition she extended the duration, and then went back to less intense but still exquisitely pleasurable techniques.

As a result, Roberta also had arrived at that point of arousal where all she knew was need, and the gender of the person who had generated that need -- and who could fulfill it -- had become irrelevant. Susan noticed that the other women had stopped their own sex act and were watching. She cast her eyes up and sideways at Aleisha, who nodded, giving her agreement to taking the final step.

Susan again applied the double-sideways clit stimulation technique, but this time did not let off, and Roberta tumbled over the edge into her first lesbian orgasm. She cried out, her body went completely tense, and then a series of convulsion-like spasms ripped through her. She moaned loudly, and drove her pussy madly into Susan's mouth.

Susan kept up the intense clit stimulation until that point when it would become excruciating instead of pleasurable, when she stopped, but continued the finger-fucking, at a slower but steady tempo. At last the orgasm played out, and now Susan enjoyed that powerful feeling of having brought another woman to orgasm, enhanced by the fact that the subject was a reluctant teen who felt a huge measure of shame over her own response to the lesbian touch.

As Aleisha had predicted, the powerful orgasm of another woman was an irresistibly erotic sight, and Jamie's arousal, suspended at a high level of physical intensity, now was boosted by the powerful vicarious stimulation of the scene she had witnessed. She looked to Aleisha with yearning in her eyes, and the woman gave a short laugh, the "bad" Aleisha making a reappearance.

"Cunt Number One, are you begging your Mistress to suck your cunt until you cum?"

"Oh, yes Mistress, please make me cum!" the girl responded, her need making her all but unaware of the humiliation of the degrading label Aleisha had used, eager only for the touch that would satisfy her physical demand for orgasm.

"Very well, Cunt Number One. I could make it part of your punishment and not let you cum, but I will be kind and make you cum. Lie back and spread your legs!"

The girl did so with alacrity, even the threat of further abuse not taking the edge off of her arousal. Aleisha dove in, resumed her cunt-licking at a measured pace so as to let the girl build up a head of steam before her release, but building up the tempo steadily, and finishing with the same side-to-side clit licking and head shaking that Susan had used to drive Roberta over the edge.

Like her companion, Jamie could not resist this, and did not even try. Instead, she came. Waves of intense pleasure flowed out from her clit. She locked her strong thighs around Aleisha's head, and reached down to pull the woman's face even more tightly against her sex. All of which Aleisha loved, despite any temporary discomfort, or the minor matter of not being able to breath. She held her breath and lapped up the cum-juice pouring from the teen's spasming cunt.

Then it was over, and Jamie went limp, releasing her tormentor/lover from her suffocating embrace. Aleisha took a deep breath, not minding a bit her temporary semi-suffocation, taking it as a compliment to her skill.

However -- her mixed feelings had increased. She was supposed to be punishing the girls, not giving them intense sexual pleasure! She needed to ask her older and more sophisticated friend for advice.

"Darling -- would you come to the 'powder room' with me for a moment?" Susan could tell Aleisha was confused, and she suspected what was causing it. In the luxurious bathroom suite she was not surprised when the big woman laid out the problem.

"OK, I understand. You can relax, Aleisha. Let me explain . . ." She did so, and Aleisha felt better.

"Thank you, Susan -- I knew you could figure it out. You are so good at these kinds of things. Now, do we tell this to the -- 'cunts'?"

Susan winced at the label, which seemed especially harsh outside of the context of the "punishment" scenes.

"Absolutely, it only works if they also understand. I'll handle it." With that the two experienced lesbians returned to the bedroom.

By this time it was getting late, and all four females were exhausted, especially the teens, who had been on an emotional and psychological roller coaster. Susan indicated that the teenagers should get up from the bed, and when they did so she told them she had something to explain. She repeated what she had told Aleisha.. She could not bring herself to use the harsh labels her friend had applied to the girls, however.

"You girls have volunteered to be here for two reasons: To be punished, and to provide sexual pleasure for -- your 'Mistress' and myself. You are being punished because you made a very serious mistake, and tried to 'fuck with' absolutely the wrong person."

"Now, you are allowed to feel pleasure, as you just have, but only because this excites my friend and I. It is for us, not for you, per se. Your pleasure is incidental to our purpose, but that does not make it impermissible for you to enjoy it anyway.

"However - make no mistake. You will receive more punishment tomorrow. But, your punishment, and the sexual gratification that you happen to receive from my friend and I in the bedroom are two different things, and the one is not related to the other. So -- while your Mistress might be inclined to give you extra punishment for having received pleasure, she will not do so. This is not out of any mercy; but because if you were worried about receiving extra punishment when your pussy was being licked . . . well, it would not be conducive to achieving the -- desired effect.

"You will be allowed to sleep now. Tomorrow, you will beaten again, and thoroughly. You also will be fucked -- thoroughly. You will not enjoy the former. You are allowed to enjoy the latter, without fear that your enjoyment will have -- painful consequences - but only because this enhances the pleasure my friend and I take in fucking you.

"I realize this is confusing. But neither one of you is stupid. Think about it, and you will understand. Now, come with me."

Susan led the girls to a small bedroom that had an attached half-bath. There was one twin bed in the room, and a futon with sheets and pillows. "You can flip a coin for who gets the bed, and who gets the futon, but it doesn't matter -- they're both very comfortable. There will be breakfast for you in the morning, and some videos that you will be required to watch. Other -- activities- will come later."

Susan was aching to reassure the tortured girls, and give them sympathy, but she resisted. Without saying another word she turned around and left.

When she reentered the large bedroom Aleisha was lying on her back and rubbing her clit. "Oh, Susan, I am so fucking horny. That was so fucking hot. Would you . . ." Susan said nothing, just climbed onto the bed, and onto her friend in the classic 69 position. Her pussy was aching with lust also. Bringing young Roberta to orgasm, and watching Aleisha do the same for Jamie, the first lesbian experience for both teenagers, was the ultimate turn-on for Susan. She too needed relief.

Without any preliminaries both experienced lesbians went to work with their mouths on each other cunts, using all of the techniques that they had just demonstrated on the teenagers. Sucking each others clits, tonguing clits, finger-fucking vaginas, sucking vaginas, fingering clits, often more than one technique at the same time. In less than five minutes Aleisha was at the threshold of orgasm.

Susan was too, but she held herself back, wanting to bring her friend off first because of the way she herself was rendered temporarily hors-de-combat when she came. So she upped the tempo of stimulation to Aleisha's clit, simultaneously pounding three fingers in and out of the woman's vagina, and within seconds was rewarded with a thrilling facial as her friends cum juice spouted into her face.

The excitement of causing and observing (and gulping down) Aleisha's orgasm had the effect of triggering her own, and before the larger woman's body had completed its spasms, she was treated to her own face washing with the juice from Susan's flooding quim.

As usual, Susan collapsed into a semi-comatose state after she came. Rather than wait for her friend to recover, Aleisha gently rolled Susan off of her own body, and reached under the bed for a pile of sheets and blankets. She sweetly tucked the smaller woman in under these, placed a pillow beneath her head, and then snuggled in along side of her friend, placing one arm protectively over her. In this position both women fell asleep just minutes later.

Roberta and Jamie get all tied up; Jamie gets fucked in the ass.

Although day and night had no meaning in her mansion's lower level, Susan's internal alarm clock awoke her not long after the usual time. She quietly rose, careful not to disturb Aleisha, who was anything but a "morning person." Susan slipped into her rich silk kimono, then went down a hall to the full-featured kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Next, she moved on to the bedroom where the two teenagers had slept. She knocked gently so as not to startle the girls, and then entered. Roberta and Jamie were awake but not up.

"Come with me. I want you to shower, then I'll have something for you to eat." The girls rose, still naked and sensitive about this in the presence of the robed older woman. Susan led them to the bathroom suite, demonstrated the shower's water and temperature controls, and then left the pair alone while she went back to the kitchen.

There, she operated a switch on one wall and was rewarded with a rumbling sound as a large dumbwaiter elevator dropped from the main to the lower level of the house. When she opened its door the smell of fresh hot food poured forth. As part of perfecting of her chosen sexual lifestyle Susan had an arrangement with an exclusive caterer.

When she had "guests," twice a day the service would bring in fully prepared four-star meals, place them in the dumbwaiter, and remove used dishes from the previous meals. Complete privacy was maintained, nutrition was provided, and due to the quality of the food, another sensual treat was added to the other carnal pleasures of Susan's trysts.

She lifted two large trays from the dumbwaiter and organized the items from them on the table. Covered hot plates contained bacon, sausage, ham, scrambled eggs, eggs benedict, potatoes and more. A large basket contained an assortment of muffins, bagels, sweet rolls, etc. Another pitcher held fresh squeezed orange juice.

Susan regretted that much of this feast would go largely unappreciated. Aleisha would be out of it for a while yet, and while they would hardly be limited to "bread and water," the punishment regime the teens were subject to hardly included the full richness of the available victuals. But -- the girls needed nourishment, so Susan prepared a tray with eggs, sweet rolls and bagels, coffee, milk and orange juice.

She carried this down the hall to the luxurious but cozy "entertainment room," which was equipped with a full suite of state-of-the-art audio-visual equipment, including a massive plasma TV screen. In front of this was a comfortable fabric covered couch -- naturally the material had been selected for its "hand" -- the quality of being comfortable against unclothed flesh. That detail was just one of the many features that Susan had included when she built her current domicile.

Before returning to collect the teen girls, Susan checked that the video display equipment was cued with the appropriate selections. The next act in the pain/pleasure cycle she and Aleisha had mapped out was to require the girls to watch a carefully chosen sequence of extraordinarily high quality pornographic videos that portrayed lesbian sex as a gentle and loving activity, without skimping on ample helpings of explicit cunt-lapping and tit-sucking close-ups.

The shock and humiliation of what was had been very close to lesbian rape was part of the Roberta and Jamie's punishment. But now that the girls' "cherries had been popped" to lesbian sex, there was no reason not to use the next couple hours to accustom them more thoroughly to the idea of a Sapphic tryst. Not that Aleisha wouldn't still throw a few curveballs in the form of certain -- unusual - sexual practices. The first of these curves would be delivered as soon as the dominatrix rose and was ready to resume the fun and games. Fun for her, that is -- not for her "victims."

Susan returned to the bathroom suite, where the girls had finished showering and were in the final stages of brushing out their hair. They had towels wrapped around them. "Leave the towels in the bin and come with me," Susan ordered. Embarrassed at having to once again expose their nakedness, the teens complied. Susan led them back to the entertainment room.

"Make yourself comfortable and have something to eat. I want you to watch some videos while you eat. Your 'Mistress' will collect you in about two hours. There will be more pain -- and more pleasure. As I explained last night, these will not be related, and you will be allowed to enjoy those activities you find pleasurable. These videos will enhance your ability to do so."

With that Susan operated a remote control, and the huge plasma screen come to life. It showed two teenage girls a bit younger than Roberta and Jamie, wearing panties and bras only, laughing and "wrestling" on a large bed. Susan left the room just as the pair was starting to tug playfully at each others underwear.

In the minutes to come they would progress to kissing, "petting," and ultimately all-out passionate lesbian sex. Susan had hours of such material on disks, and had assembled a medley of scenes sufficient to fill the time until Aleisha was ready begin the live action again.

Susan peeked into the bedroom, and saw Aleisha stirring earlier than expected. "Aleisha, you can sleep in if you want," she said.

"Hi, Susan. Thanks, but I woke up and started getting horny when I remembered that 'Cunts Number One and Two' are awaiting my not-so-tender mercy. Do you have coffee?"

Susan laughed. "Come on, I have the usual feast, and didn't look forward to eating alone, or seeing it go to waste, so I'm glad you're up."

Aleisha dragged her large, statuesque body out of bed and stretched. Susan watched the muscles ripple under the powerful woman's flesh with admiration, and Aleisha winked when she noticed. The women gave each other quick hug, and then Susan reached into a closet to get another of the rich Japanese kimonos for her friend. Aleisha made a quick visit to the restroom, and then joined Susan in the kitchen, which was furnished a comfortable breakfast table and chairs. She got herself a coffee, and then both women filled plates with the rich food and began to eat.

"Our 'guests' are watching videos?" Aleisha asked. Susan nodded. "Well, their 'entertainment' period may be cut short -- I can't wait to get back into 'the game.'" Susan nodded again. She too looked forward to more lesbian sex with the teenagers and her friend, but just could not share Aleisha's relishing of the physical pain that she inflicted on the adolescents. "Oh, my poor sweet Susan -- I'm sorry the 'rough stuff' makes you so uncomfortable, sweetie."

"Oh, thanks Aleisha, that's OK. I just have to keep reminding myself of the alternative for Jamie and Roberta, and be glad that I have a friend who makes it possible for me to protect them from that."

"I know. That fucking -- creature -- Mike. I think you know, Susan, that I feel sorry for Jamie and Roberta, too. I don't want anything bad to happen to them either. I know -- I'm a sicko with my S&M stuff. But given that it really is 'for their own good,' I'm 'letting it all hang out' in laying my, er, 'preferences' on that pair. It IS kind of confusing, though -- even for me, and I love this shit. You poor dear!" Aleisha reached over and gave Susan's hand a squeeze. "You are so gentle and sweet - this must be really hard."

"Thanks again, Aleisha. Well, I'm not ALL sweetness and light. I do get off on watching young women turn red with embarrassment their first time, when they remove their clothing while I watch, say. And I do share that "dominance" thing with you -- just not the physical pain thing. That's why I also found it so exciting when you laid on the humiliation yesterday.

"So I guess I should stop moping and just accept the way I am, the way you are -- actually I do accept both of those already - and focus on enjoying what this experience had to offer. Like fucking the brains out of those gorgeous girls, with those awesome bodies!"

Aleisha laughed. "Now you're talking. I'm ready for a shower -- and for some fun. I think we're done here, right?" Both women had had their fill of the rich food, and spent a moment gathering the dishes and remains of the meal and sending it up in the dumbwaiter. When this was accomplished they retired to the bathroom suite.

They removed and hung up the beautiful robes, Susan turned on the water, and the two lesbians stepped into the shower together. The pair stood under the spray wetting their bodies for a moment, and then joined in a loving embrace, arms around each other, breasts pressing into breasts, and lips to lips. Aleisha and Susan kissed each other warmly, but before long the warmth began to transform itself to heat, as each woman found herself becoming aroused by the intimate contact under the sensual spray of warm water.

They broke their clinch to soap up, and spent a few minutes sliding wet, naked, soap-slippery female bodies sensuously against each other. Susan stood behind Aleisha, grinding her soap-covered breasts into the large woman's back, and reaching forward between the other's legs to massage her sex. She rubbed her hand and forearm over the woman's vulva in a deliberately too-intense manner that had Aleisha squirming away and then laughing out loud.

They traded positions, and Aleisha returned the favor, causing Susan's legs to go suddenly watery as she dropped down to escape the delicious torture. Aleisha also worked a soapy finger into her friend's anus, giving the gentle woman a nice ream-job while she was at it. After several minutes of such fooling around, the women actually did that they had set out to -- clean up, wash their hair, and rinse.

The shower play got Susan and Aleisha's sexual juices flowing -- literally. They quickly dried off, took care of their hair, and were ready to resume their "punishment" mission on the teenage girls. Aleisha remained in the bathroom suite, while Susan went to collect her charges.

She quietly opened the door of the entertainment room and slipped through it without letting the teens hear or see that she had joined them. The huge plasma TV screen was showing a scene in which two beautiful, naked adolescents were moaning and writhing as they licked each other's pussy in a lesbian 69 position.

Susan stood quietly and let the scene roll. Her "guests" were mesmerized by the unmistakable passion of the two lusty teens on the screen, who were both very clearly getting close to orgasm. Susan found herself getting turned on herself as she watched. Having confirmed that the pornography was having the desired effect, she spoke softly to let the girls know she had joined them:

"Knock, knock." She walked forward to the couch, where she joined the two naked teens in watching. In another minute the action on the screen came to a climax.

The scene was so hot that Susan had to clear her throat to speak. "Time for the real thing," she said, reaching forward for the remote control as she did so and turning off the video. The girls were a bit embarrassed at watching such torrid sex in the presence of the older lesbian, and were sensitive about their nakedness in the presence of the equally nude woman who had joined them.

But Susan could tell that the videos had had the desired effect -- Jamie and Roberta were clearly aroused, and responded to her words with looks of curious - and nervous -- anticipation. "Come with me. Your Mistress has a surprise for you. Don't worry -- it's nothing painful. Whether it is punishment or not -- well, we'll see what you think."

Susan rose and led the naked teens back to the bathroom suite. In a repeat of the previous day, when they entered they were greeted by the sight of the unclothed Aleisha. This time, rather than armed with her spatula-like whip, she had a different "weapon": Aleisha wore a leather harness around her waist and thighs that supported a black strap-on dildo of moderate size.

"Ah, my young cunts. I hope you have enjoyed your 'classroom' session -- now it's time for some 'lab' work. Then some more punishment. And then some more fucking. Let's get to it!" She looked to Susan: "Darling, will you see to the 'arrangements'?"

Susan nodded, and directed the teens to the piece of furniture that she thought of as her "naked oil wrestling mat." This was a low platform the size of a king-sized bed, the surface of which was an actual wrestling mat consisting of two inches of closed-cell foam covered with an impermeable rubber-like material that actually was reasonably comfortable on naked skin.

During Susan's usual trysts, especially during "reunions" involving several young women eagerly engaging in every form of lesbian sex they could think of, this platform was used for several purposes, sometimes even the one that gave it its unofficial title. Usually it was just a handy extra bed in the bathroom suite. And sometimes it was used for friendly forms of bondage. That's what Aleisha had in mind now, in addition to the more obvious purpose suggested by her strap-on dildo, although whether this would be a "friendly" encounter remained to be seen.

The base of the bed-like platform was ringed with tie-down loops that could be used to secure a bondage "victim," and Susan had an assortment of soft nylon ropes pre-tied with various loops and knots. She took charge of securing Jamie and Roberta for their first lesson in the kinky side of lesbian lust. The girls looked extremely nervous, and Susan had to steel herself to do what was required.

"Lie down -- here, and here." She indicated positions that placed the teens with their heads at adjacent corners of the square platform, their bodies extending toward the center of the rubber-like mat. Jamie gave her a pleading look, and it required all of Susan's willpower to hold back from reaching out to the girl, but she simply pointed once again at the position the teen was to assume.

Susan quickly and efficiently set about her task of applying the restraints, tying ropes to the girls' wrists and ankles, and attaching them to strategically placed tie-downs around the perimeter of platform. When she was finished, the beautiful adolescents were spread-eagled, their arms and extended, making twin "X" patterns. Each had enough slack that they could bend their knees. Despite her sympathy, looking down at the completely vulnerable and exposed teenagers caused a thrill of sexual excitement to run through Susan.

"Thank you, dear," Aleisha said. "Well, cunts, you make a very lovely display. Now, let's how you like my big black dick fucking your sweet little twats. I think you can't wait for it, Cunt Number Two. Cunt Number One, I think you can't wait to suck my cunt some more, but you will have to wait for that. First you must be fucked."

Aleisha climbed onto the low platform, but before launching the dildo-rape, she took a few minutes to run her hands over the vulnerable teenagers' naked bodies. She began with Jamie, massaging her tits, pinching her nipples painfully, then stroking her stomach and thighs provocatively. Giving in to temptation Aleisha lowered her head down to teen's clean shaven cunt, spread it with her fingers, and delivered thorough tongue and suck job, from perineum to vagina to inner and outer labia, and finishing with some concentrated clit sucking.

Not surprisingly, Jamie was extremely uncomfortable psychologically in her vulnerable and restrained position, and she accepted this unkind groping passively. Aleisha noticed, but didn't care -- this was for herself, not the teens. It would either be part of their punishment, or part of their pleasuring - that was their problem, not hers. This WAS part of her OWN pleasure though -- Aleisha relished dishing out this kind of treatment.

She completed her quick act of cunnilingus on the passive teen, and then crawled over to Roberta, where she repeated the groping. Aleisha spent more time on the voluptuous girl's heavy breasts, slapping them, squeezing them, sucking them, biting the nipples. Then she dropped down and enjoyed tasting the beautiful blonde's pussy for a few minutes.

Unlike her companion, Roberta was shocked to find herself turned on her vulnerability and physical restraint. When Aleisha abused her tender breasts, and there was nothing she could do to escape, rather than panic or cry, she felt her pussy start to get wet. When the big woman started to lick her, she could not stop herself from pressing her sex into her "Mistress's" face. Her muscles strained as she tugged at the soft cords holding her by the wrists and ankles, the restraint having the perverse effect of increasing her arousal.

Roberta thought, "This is unbelievable! What is happening to me?"

She was startled when Aleisha suddenly withdrew her mouth from her clit, and nervous again -- but also eager - when the big woman repositioned herself to plunge the strap-on dildo into her now well-soaked teenaged slit.

With a small part of her attention Aleisha considered the wildly different reactions of the two girls to the bondage and vulnerability. Clearly, fucking Jamie with the strap-on would not be as much fun as doing her bouncy companion. Subjecting the smaller teen to bondage would be part of her punishment. So the dominatrix decided to make sure of it:

"Darling -- would you please reposition Cunt Number One while I fuck Cunt Number Two? Put her on her belly, 'buns up and kneeling,' please. I think I'll fuck her in the ass when it's her turn."

Jamie gasped at this new threatened indignity, and felt tears forming. She looked to Susan with a silent appeal in her eyes, and whispered when the woman approached to carry out her instructions: "Please?"

Susan's heart was breaking for the girl, but she steeled herself, reminding herself of the fate that awaited the teens if the frightening Mike was not satisfied that they had been properly "punished." She could not stop herself from murmuring a quick message of reassurance to Jamie, however. "Remember -- you agreed to this. But I'll make sure she doesn't hurt you. This will be part of your 'punishment,' but - trust me."

The girl nodded, and, still looking terrified, gave Susan a look of profound gratitude as the woman temporarily removed the ropes holding her wrists and ankles. She indicated that Jamie must turn over, which the girl did only with a stifled sob. Then Susan reattached the wrist and ankle ropes. She added two more ropes pulling Jamie's knees forward, forcing her into the lewd "buns up and kneeling" position the "Mistress" had ordered.

Meanwhile, Aleisha had not waited to plunge the strap-on dildo into Roberta's perversely eager cunt. She had done so with gusto, and not gently, but the way that the girl had found herself getting turned on by the bondage meant her young pussy was well lubricated with pre-cum juice, and welcomed the long black intruder. Aleisha pumped vigorously for a few minutes, supporting her upper body with her arms and driving her pelvis back and forth like a man.

The she lowered her weight on the curvaceous teen's body, pressing her own medium-size breasts into the youngster's large ones, affixing her lips to Roberta's and pushing her tongue into her mouth in a passionate French kiss. She kept the fucking action going, although in this new position the tool was doing more grinding around deep inside than plunging in and out of the love tunnel.

Roberta's own passion had been further inflamed at this obscene violation. At first she had been shocked and full of disbelief at her reaction to the bondage. Now her arousal had risen to a level where she was no longer thinking about such things. She continued to strain against the ropes - in passion, not resistance -- and a sheen of sweat covered her voluptuous body.

The perspiration meant that two pairs of breasts had become deliciously slippery as they mashed together, adding a delightful extra source of stimulation. Before long Roberta was panting and moaning, which just drove Aleisha to greater efforts. Aleisha wanted to make her young "cunt" cum! Thoughts of punishment had faded for the moment as she single-mindedly pursued this goal.

That goal was achieved in relatively short order. Aleisha had shifted back and forth a couple times from the grinding position to the driving-in-and-out one. After just a few minutes of energetic fucking, Roberta's body suddenly went rigid, her breath stopped -- and then the orgasm swept though her. She shouted out loud, her hips bucked madly, and a flood of cum juice poured from her cunt to puddle under her crotch on the impervious surface of the "naked oil wresting" platform.

Aleisha withdrew the dildo from Roberta's vagina, and frantically loosened straps so that she could remove the encumbrance. She tore it away, whipped her body around, and slammed her cunt into Roberta's face.

The young girl hesitated not at all. Her tongue shot out, but because her hands were restrained she could not place the big woman's pussy where the tongue could best apply its concentrated stimulation. Aleisha disciplined her passion enough to make the fine adjustments needed to place her clit in precisely the correct position where it could receive the labial attention it craved.

As her actions now demonstrated, Aleisha had been driven into a frenzy of unrequited lust at fucking the gorgeous, tied teen to orgasm with the artificial dong. She needed her cunt sucked, RIGHT NOW, and she needed to cum.

She got both. Roberta's skill at pussy licking had not improved much since the previous evening, but a couple of things had changed. The lesser of these was that she had watched a goodly amount of explicit lesbian pornography. Aleisha had referred to this mockingly as a "classroom session," but in fact that was not an inaccurate description. Roberta and Jamie could not help but to internalize some of the fine pussy licking lessons demonstrated on the videos, and now the well-endowed teen attempted to put some of that "theory" into practice.

But the ability to put these lessons to work was -- restrained -- by the limited scope of action allowed by the ropes, so all she could really do was work her tongue on whatever corner of vulva was placed within range.

The other thing that was different from the sex session the night before, and this is what made the larger contribution to the pleasure she was able to provide to Aleisha, was that she now performed the act of lesbian cunnilingus on the large woman with all-out enthusiasm, a direct result of the passion and arousal that the vulnerability of her bound state had generated.

Roberta licked and sucked clit during those moments when Aleisha was able to get her lust under control and maintain a relatively motionless position in which the ultra-sensitive organ came within reach of the teen's tongue.

But this direct stimulation to the core of her sexual being would quickly drive her passion beyond her ability to discipline. Aleisha would then lose the fine muscle control needed to keep her clit in range of that maddening tongue, and shift into a ruthless grinding of her vulva into Roberta's face. When this happened the girl had to steal breaths as best she could, and hold her breath the rest of the time.

At the climax of this cycle Roberta's ability to breath was compromised even further when she found her face bathed in an flooding spring of warm passion juice that poured from the orgasming cunt pounding into her face. Roberta had no choice but to drink down some of the flood, which she did eagerly.

With her orgasm Aleisha's grinding had shifted into a series of powerful pulses against the now-slippery skin of the teen's drenched face. The big woman grunted and grimaced in time with these spasms as the waves of pleasure issued forth from her clit to suffuse every cubic inch of her muscular body. The tsunamis of pleasure trailed off into a series of weak quivers, and then these too came to a halt.

The intense orgasm left Aleisha a bit groggy, but there was a further sensual pleasure she wanted to take advantage of. She climbed off Roberta's dripping face, and lowered her lips to it, licking up her own musky cum juice that had drenched the girl's cheeks, chin, neck, and even her eyelids and forehead.

Aleisha washed the adolescent's face with her lips and tongue, finishing with deep tongue kiss to the girl's mouth. Roberta returned this with equal passion, now wishing that she had the use of her arms so that she could tightly embrace the strong body of her wonderful cruel mistress and pull her close.

When Susan had finished tying Jamie into the humiliating position ordered by Aleisha, she had knelt by her side and placed a hand on traumatized teen's shoulder in a manner that suggested protectiveness. The gesture's efficacy was limited, given the bound girl's humiliating and vulnerable posture. From this position Susan had watched the transformational sex act taking place inches away with awe.

Bondage and the vulnerability it imposed on its subject had different effects on different people, and Jamie and Roberta illustrated the extreme opposite ends of that continuum of reactions. Susan actually could empathize with both girls. Bondage was a not big thing for her. When she did partake she appreciated dishing it out more than receiving, but on occasion and under the right circumstances being made to be completely vulnerable and at the mercy of another was a definite turn-on. However, she could fully appreciate that for Jamie, these were anything but the right circumstances, and so fully appreciated the girl's aversion to what was being done to her.

On the other hand, for Roberta the transformational effect of being tied up was stunning. Just 12 hours earlier she had been a cruelly whipped and tearful teen, a coerced and reluctant participant in forbidden homosexual sex acts, blanching in shame at the ultimate betrayal by her own body as it was driven to orgasm by the unsurpassed skill of Susan Smith's stimulating lesbian tongue, lips and fingers. Now, Roberta was transformed by her soft chains into a ravenous creature of lust and passion, absorbing sexual stimulation like a parched desert soaks up rainfall, and eager to reciprocate by sucking the cunt of her lesbian Mistress.

Susan was always fascinated and turned on at seeing true passion in another, and in this case the experience was enhanced by the unexpectedness of it. She imagined that being tied up relieved the teen of any "duty" she felt to resist the attraction of the pleasure brought on by homosexual lust, and so freed to enjoy the stimulation. That psychological element no doubt contributed to the transformation, but clearly the girl had a deep current of submissiveness and even masochism that had been brought to the surface by the bondage.

Aleisha had certainly enjoyed her orgasm, but she was in full heat now, and raring for more. She climbed off of Roberta's face, and began reattaching the strap-on dildo, preparing to pierce her next "victim." Susan rose and walked over to the gym bag that held the strap-on and its accessories, which all belonged to Aleisha. She herself had little use for the things, and only occasionally used them. She rummaged around inside, and finding what she was looking for, removed it and returned to the platform on which the naked teens were splayed out.

"Not that one, Aleisha. Here . . ." Susan handed the big woman a much thinner and shorter dildo.

The harness was an expensive type on which one could attach a wide selection of different tools. The one Susan had selected was about the thickness of an average-sized middle finger, had a smooth surface, and was shaped like a string of balls that had pressed together and partially "melted" into each other. It had a little bit of flex, but was stiff enough to be pushed into a human anus, which is exactly what was designed for -- to give pleasure, not pain. Whether it would accomplish that purpose was questionable in the case of Jamie, but at least it would do no damage to the girl.

Aleisha gave Susan a funny look, but then shrugged and attached the new tool to her harness after removing the much larger black phallus. Susan liked to think that when the woman actually had been faced with the reality of trying to force the too-large dildo into the teen's tight asshole, she would have figured out herself that she had the wrong tool for the job; and that not being a person who would deliberately do real injury to another, Aleisha would have stopped and made the change herself.

But -- why take chances. The problem was taken care of now. Susan made sure that Jamie saw the new tool, so that she would know she was not about to torn apart.

Susan made sure of another detail, one that she was more confident Aleisha would have addressed. But, this detail was kind of fun, too. She picked up a tube of lubricant that Aleisha had set on the floor earlier, and squirted a big dollop onto the surface of Jamie's asshole.

"Try not to tense up," she said softly to girl. She put more of the lubricant on her own index finger, and rubbed the substance into the area immediately surrounding the teen's tight orifice. Then she began working her finger into the anal passage, pushing in a little ways, then withdrawing and adding more lubricant, then pushing in a little further, ultimately making a generous application of the slippery goo deep within the tight tunnel.

Meanwhile Aleisha had climbed onto the platform and positioned herself behind the trembling teen, the obscene rod poised to penetrate the taut nether passage. Aleisha watched Susan's actions with lively interest. She smiled and nodded when her friend caught her eye, confirming Susan's opinion that Aleisha really had no desire to do physical harm to her "victims."

Susan capped her efforts by applying a mess of the lubricant to the butt penetrator itself. When this was complete she gave Aleisha a sharp slap on the butt and said, "Ready. Careful now . . ." The caution was superfluous - the new tool was not large enough to do damage or even hurt much if Jamie went completely tense, especially now that the anal passage itself had been loosened and lubricated by Susan's finger.

Aleisha did not hesitate. With one hand she placed the tip of the penetrator against the teen's sphincter, helping it to penetrate as far as the first "ball." Then she removed her hand and pressed forward, slowly, steadily and smoothly, pressing the length of the rod up Jamie's asshole. The girl did tense up, but relaxed a bit when she realized that, physically at least, the treatment was not at all harsh.

Psychologically was a different story. Unlike her companion, Jamie was not at all turned-on by her bound and vulnerable position. In fact, such helplessness left her on the verge of tears. She tried to be strong, though, and just endure until it was over.

Aleisha sensed that the girl was very unhappy. She knew she should feel bad about this, but in fact the other's discomfort initially turned her on nearly as much as Roberta's excitement had.

"Cunt Number One -- you do not enjoy your Mistress fucking you in the ass?"

"No, Mistress," the girl answered through gritted teeth.

"Too bad. Consider this part of your punishment," Aleisha responded coldly. However, given that she herself received minimal stimulation from the act, after just a couple minutes of ass-fucking the unresponsive teen, the attraction faded. With one last series of powerful, cruel thrusts, she abruptly withdrew the tool from the girl's tight tunnel and stood. The big woman walked over to a small table where she had left her whip the day before. She picked it up and swished it through the air threateningly.

"Cunt Number One, since you are in such a perfect position I might as well continue your punishment with some more ass whipping." Aleisha then matched action to deed, laying a vicious stroke across the girl's exposed rear end. Although she knew what was coming and the shock was less for having already experienced the devilish instrument of torture the day before, Jamie still gasped at the pain. Another cruel stroke, and this time she screamed.

Tears ran down the teen's face as Aleisha paused to examine her handiwork. "That will do for now, Cunt Number One. I'm ready for some more cunt sucking though. Are you prepared to perform this service for your mistress?"

Through her sobs the girl answered in the affirmative, anything to stop the whipping, and hopefully to get rid of those damned ropes.

"If I untie you, do you promise to do a really good job of sucking my cunt and making me cum?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. I do!" Jamie said this through sniffles, and she meant it.

"Very well, Cunt Number One. I am too soft I know, but I will allow you to service my cunt with your mouth."

Still tied on her back in the spread-eagled position, her inner thighs wet from her previous orgasm, Roberta had found herself getting turned on by the whole sequence of Jamie getting fucked in the ass, whipped, and humiliated. Aleisha noticed, and smiled. Apparently she was making at least one convert to her perverse sexual practices! She decided to test the waters in that direction a bit.

"Cunt Number Two -- I think you will need some more punishment also. Do you think you need to be punished some more?"

Roberta was a bit confused by this at first, but then realized that this had now become something of a game between her and the big woman -- and one she wanted to play! She was frightened by the prospect of more pain, but inexplicably excited by it too, and could not stop herself from answering, "Yes, Mistress -- I think I need some more punishment also."

Aleisha laughed. "I thought so. Shall I whip you on your tits and cunt right now?" The girl winced and looked frightened at this, which was more than she had bargained for. Aleisha laughed again. "Cunt Number Two, what if I promise to not damage your precious tits and cunt -- shall I give them just a little punishment?"

Still frightened, her eyes wide, the girl hesitantly nodded. Aleisha laughed again, and followed through on her threat/promise. Whap! Whap! Much less forcefully that the ass whippings, she delivered one stroke to the white flesh on the side of each of the girl's soft breasts, which despite laying on her back were large and firm enough to provide an easy target.

The teen gasped -- the blows were not soft by any means, and the tender titflesh where they had landed turned bright red. But Aleisha was well skilled in this game, and could deliver blows to the sensitive parts of her masochistic companions with just the right amount of force -- enough to leave no mistake that pain was the object, but not so much as to reduce the victim to a jibbering wreck.

For those who enjoyed being the recipient of such treatment -- and Roberta was clearly turning out to be a member of that tribe -- the result was arousal. Tears ran down the girl's face from the sting, but clearly she was turned on, too.

Whap! This time the blow fell across the pubic mount and belly. Tears flowed faster, but rather than crying or screaming the girl moaned. Whap! Whap! These to the teen's tight and shapely inner thighs, just millimeters from her sex. More silent tears, and this time the girl's pelvis rose from the bed and swayed in a sinuous dance of arousal.

Aleisha again laughed, but she was also getting highly aroused herself, and needed some stimulation. While she had delivered these blows she still wore the strap-on harness, the slippery rod that had penetrated Jamie's anal passage waving obscenely in the air. Now she reached down to remove the equipment.

Everyone has their turn

Susan had watched the whipping and violation of Jamie with complete pity, and the stimulating abuse of Roberta with fascination. The former had broken her heart; the latter turned her on! Susan was always turned on by passion -- even when its source was perverse. Aleisha now spoke to her friend.

"Darling, I am going to untie Cunt Number One and she is going to lick my cunt. Which I need! If you would like, I believe Cunt Number Two would welcome some pussy licking herself."

Roberta looked at her Mistress, then at Susan, and nodded! Susan smiled and shook her head at Aleisha's outrageousness, but the big woman knew her well -- of course she would like to lick the cunt of an eager and gorgeous teenager! The fact that the eagerness was the product of whipping and bondage rather than more conventional forms of foreplay was -- odd -- but not a totally alien concept to Susan.

She crawled onto the mat, and onto Roberta, going for some kisses and titsucking before diving into the tied teen's muff.

As she had promised, Aleisha untied Jamie. She ordered the girl to turn over on her back. Grateful to be unbound, the whipped and naked teen did so without hesitation. Aleisha crawled onto the surface of the platform and, on her knees, straddled Jamie's head, facing toward the still-tearful girl's feet in a position that would allow her to drop into a 69 if she chose.

Then, for the second time in the past hour, Aleisha lowered her sex to the waiting mouth of a tender teenage girl. Unlike Roberta, Jamie had the use of her hands now, and used them to grasp Aleisha's butt, pulling the woman's dripping cunt down onto her face.

The pretty girl with the chestnut hair was so relieved to be untied that she resolved to keep her end of the bargain and deliver some quality cunnilingus. She did not share the lustful enthusiasm that had inflamed her companion when Aleisha had sat on that girl's face, but she did have the techniques the two of them had picked up watching the pornographic videos. And from their experience as recipients of expert lesbian tongues the night before. Plus, with her arms untied she had freedom of action that the other teen had lacked.

Aleisha's upright position presented her dripping vaginal passage at an angle that favored deep tongue insertion, so this is exactly what Jamie did. She moved her hands around to the woman's thighs so that she could pull her pussy even more tightly against her own face, once again experiencing the musky, faintly uriney taste of cunt.

Then she stiffened her tongue and pushed it as far as possible into the pink tunnel. The girl's face was instantly covered with slippery pussy juice as she did so. She used her hands to encourage the big woman into a slight bouncing motion, and matched her tongue plunging action to this. Jamie's nose slid over the edge of the woman's perineum, and into the lower side of her vaginal opening with each bounce. The girl had to snort a couple times as she almost got a noseful of the musky liquid flowing from Aleisha's quim.

Aleisha was delighted to bounce her cunt onto the beautiful teen's face, and feel the stiffened tongue plunging into her glory hole. But her clit needed some attention too, so she shifted her upright position a bit to present that ultrasensitive nubbin to the teen's mouth.

Jamie understood, and without skipping a beat began slavering the flat of her tongue up and down over the clit. She alternated a few seconds of this with sucking, using strong suction to pull the clit and surrounding cuntflesh rapidly in-and-out of her mouth. She withdrew her hands from Aleisha's thighs and plunged one finger, and then a second where her tongue had recently been, plumbing the depths of the woman's vagina, while still sucking her clit.

Jamie was giving it her all, and Aleisha was impressed. Her arousal had been at a fever pitch from the ass-fucking and whipping of the tied-up teens, and she needed a cum. But she also wanted to make this last.

During a pause in the finger-fucking action she shifted back to her original more upright position, again presenting her vagina to Jamie's tongue, and gave the girl and order: "Put your finger up my asshole!" Jamie's digit was well lubricated with pussy juice, so when she sought to comply the fingertip easily slipped into the annular orifice. After that she had to push much harder that she expected to penetrate past the opening. With some effort she got her index finger in as far as the second knuckle, and began stroking it in-and-out in a slow but steady tempo.

Aleisha gave another order: "Clit . . ." Her mouth was dry with excitement, and she was unable to get any more words out. None were needed. But the big blonde had not shifted from her upright position, so Jamie had to scrunch her neck down awkwardly to reach the sensitive organ with her tongue.

This meant she was unable to deliver a finely modulated clit licking, and instead had to resort to just pushing the surface of her tongue back and forth over the highly charged nerve center by moving her entire head and neck back and forth. This required concentration and effort, which meant that the in-out digital sodomization ceased, and instead Aleisha had to be satisfied with a motionless finger stuck up her butt.

She was satisfied, because the renewed attention to her clit had brought her right to the edge of orgasm. Jamie sensed this, and redoubled her effort to stimulate to her erstwhile tormentor's clit.

That did it -- the teenager suddenly felt a flood of cum juice pouring over her face. Aleisha stiffened and leaned forward again as her orgasm began, giving Jamie better access to her clit. She took advantage by again redoubling the tongue-on-clit action -- even as Aleisha's orgasmic waves began to fade, and the woman arrived at that point where further amounts of extreme stimulation become excruciating, rather that pleasurable.

Jamie was deliberately overstimulating the delicate organ in revenge for her rough treatment at the dominatrix's hands earlier. She pulled her finger out of Aleisha's asshole and reached her hands to the front of the thighs again, using all her strength to hold the woman's spasming cunt against her face, and her screaming clit against her tongue.

Although Aleisha was still experiencing the tail end of her orgasm she understood what the girl was doing. Despite the unendurable overstimulation of her clit, she was amused by the turnabout -- delighted even, because she appreciated the spirit the young girl was showing.

"Payback is a bitch!" Aleisha thought happily as she squirmed to escape. Then she had an inspiration, and rather than trying to pull her clit away, instead she reversed the direction of her effort and ground her entire vulva strongly against the teen's face. With the weight and strength of Aleisha's powerful frame pressing down on her face, Jamie released the woman's thighs and surrendered in this silent contest of wills.

But - she had made her point. The result of this interplay was two satisfied females, because Aleisha both not only admired the girl's spunk, she had enough of the masochist in her enjoy -- if briefly - the delicious torture of clitoral overload. For her part, Jamie had got back at her tormentor for the humiliation and vulnerability she had experienced earlier.

Aleisha's orgasm had run its full course. Physically sated now, and feeing friendly toward the girl because of her unexpected show of moxie, she was eager to express her appreciation and admiration of Jamie's strenuous cunt sucking efforts, and her little piece of payback. She unstraddled the adolescent's head, turned her body around, slid down a bit, and again straddled the girl with her knees, this time on either side of her hips, so she was now looking down into the face of the recumbent teen. Aleisha gave her big grin, and spoke:

"Oh, very good, Cunt Number One! Your Mistress is most pleased -- even if her clit is a bit sore!" She shook her head playfully as she said the last, conveying that she knew what the teen had been up to, and not only had no hard feelings, but was offering a "hat tip" of respect.

Despite her anger at the stress the bondage had imposed earlier, Jamie could not stop herself from grinning back, and welcome the admiration that the woman was communicating. In addition, although she did not explicitly realize it, she was again feeling the sense of power that comes with making another woman cum, and that paradoxical warmth toward the other felt by a person who gives someone else a gift or does a favor -- a favor like bringing an orgasm.

Oddly enough, the sex act had cleared the air between the two females, leaving Jamie feeling philosophical about her earlier bad treatment at Aleisha hands, and Aleisha feeling grateful for the really good pussy licking she had enjoyed from someone she now recognized as a worthy human being.

Meanwhile, Susan had not been idle while all this was going on. She had eagerly accepted Aleisha's -- and Roberta's -- invitation to lick the voluptuous blonde teen's cunt. While Aleisha had straddled Jamie's head, Susan had climbed on top of Roberta's still bound body.

She did so in a deliberate manner intended to cause as much contact between her own naked flesh and that of the teen. Then she lowered her mouth to the helpless girl's lips and kissed her deeply, sliding her arms underneath to draw the beautiful young body tightly against her own. Roberta responded to the deep French kiss, dueling Susan's tongue with her own, her bound body writhing in the arms of the older lesbian.

Roberta had been stunned at the way the bondage caused her to become stimulated by the rough treatment of "her Mistress," beginning with the rape-like strap-on fucking, and not excluding actual whipping. Now she also found the helplessness induced by the ropes to enhance her arousal when the gentle Susan treated her to a more romantic form of erotic attention. She could not return the woman's embrace because her arms were tied, so she sought to respond with body motions alone, which of course meant a greater amount of contact and friction between the two beautiful naked female bodies.

This inspired Susan to greater efforts. Her kisses became more intense, which caused Robert's sensuous gyrations to also become more intense, creating a "virtuous cycle" that brought both females to ever higher plateaus of excitement.

Susan was thrilled at these developments. As a connoisseur of passion she lived for such moments, and the unexpectedness of this one, brought about as it was by Roberta's stunningly positive response to being tied up, made it even more an occasion of absolute bliss.

Susan ended her close embrace so that she could place her hands on the teen's magnificent large breasts. She also withdrew her tongue from Roberta's mouth, and launched a barrage of kisses at her beautiful face -- her cheeks, eyes, forehead and chin. She dropped lower to nuzzle the voluptuous girl's neck, and kissed her way around to the sensitive skin under and behind the ears. Then, back across the neck to the other ear.

Then, down to the top of girl's chest, making her way in a stream of soft kisses that never let up. Susan's next target was the side of Roberta's torso, nuzzling the sensitive flesh of the teen's underarm, exposed because the arm itself was pulled away from her body by the silken rope. The blonde gasped as the loving lips caressed the delicate skin there. Then those lips moved across the chest to the other underarm, balancing the oral caress on the other side.

Susan had entered a fog of romantic passion. Earlier, under the indelicate ministrations of the heavy-handed Aleisha, Roberta had broken into a sweat. Now, the slightly musky odor of the young woman's perspiration was ambrosia to Susan as she nuzzled the underarms. She did not dally there, though, but moved on to what had been her intermediate goal since ending her tongue-duels with the teen, which was the incredibly soft and smooth flesh of the girl's beautiful white breasts.

Susan undertook an intimate exploration with her mouth of every curve and swell of the generous bosoms, which with the girl lying on her back had collapsed into ultra-soft mounds under the pressure of gravity. Finally Susan came to the peaks of the soft mountains, the delicate pink nipples, which were "puffy" like her own -- just the way she liked them.

Susan proceeded to give the teen a thorough nipple sucking. Her skill at this was on par with her pussy licking ability, and she unleashed her full talent on the bounteous feast now presented. She gently bit on the nipple nubs with her teeth, rimmed them with a stiffened tongue, and then scraped her teeth across the sensitive areola.

She did the same while "pinching" the titflesh surrounding the nipple and aureola, compressing the critical parts into a more compact "package." She sucked, gently and not-so-gently, with tongue-flicking and without. She pulled her girl-soft lips tautly over her teeth, and squeezed the nipple-nubs tightly between them, tugging and twisting. She opened her mouth a bit wider, and did the same again, except that the pressure now was applied to the skin around the perimeter of the aureola.

Through all this Susan's hands stayed busy, squeezing and cupping and pinching and caressing. Sometimes she scraped her fingernails provocatively over the aureola and nipple. She performed all of the above first on one ample breast, then the other, then back to the first, repeatedly.

Roberta had responded to Susan's kisses and embrace by gyrating her body, pressing it against the older woman's. Now the hot-line between her nipples and clit was carrying urgent message traffic, and the that ultrasensitive core of the girl's sexual being was generating other responses: Roberta was moaning loudly and thrusting her breasts into Susan's face.

Had she the use of her arms she would have pulled that attractive face more tightly against her tits, but her hands were tied -- literally - so the sexual energy such an action would have released remained pent up, increasing the teen's lust and need exponentially. She strained against the ropes, again not in resistance, but in passion, and once again a sheen of perspiration broke out over her body.

Susan calmly decided to take advantage of the situation by driving the teen mad with lust. She continued her titplay until attention to that area reached the point of diminishing marginal returns, and then began to kiss her way south across the girl's abdomen, at a maddeningly slow pace. By the time Susan reached the newly-shaved pubic mound the adolescent had lifted her butt off the rubbery mat and was waving her pelvis from side to side in urgent anticipation of the direct stimulation that she knew was coming soon to her cunt.

Susan made her wait, circling around the dripping orifice to kiss and nuzzle the soft, sensitive flesh of the girl's inner thighs, from just above the knees to the very threshold of the fresh young pudenda. She caressed the same areas ever so lightly with the tips of her fingers, and reached lower to also stroke the sensitive area behind the knees.

By the time Susan was ready to apply her mouth to the teen's vulva the girl was whimpering with arousal and need. Susan was merciless -- her first touches to the oozing pussy were delicate tongue flicks to the less sensitive outer labia. She nibbled and licked and sucked on these for a bit before shifting her attention to the more sensitive inner lips, where she repeated the same sequence of actions. Next she did the same for the opening of the vaginal passage, where nerve endings become still more densely concentrated.

Susan did some deep vaginal tongue diving then, more for her own enjoyment than the girl's stimulation, although the latter was certainly a byproduct. Only after the longest time of performing every other labial an lingual technique on every other part of the teen's vulva did Susan give the girl was she so desperately needed: direct clitoral stimulation.

Once she arrived at this hotbutton, Susan did not hold back from using her skill to deliver the most amount of stimulation and sexual pleasure possible, except for one minor detail: She did not let the girl cum. The experienced lesbian kept a keen focus at all times on how close the teen was to falling off the orgasmic cliff, and each time Roberta approached the edge, Susan backed off on the level of stimulation.

That limitation aside, she pulled out all the stops. Many of the techniques that she had used on the girl's nipples were now applied to the clitoris, plus additional methods tailor-made to inflame that vital female sexual linchpin.

Methods such as slavering the spit-covered top of the tongue up-and-down firmly over the sensitive organ, or wagging the soft bottom of the tongue enticingly over it in a sinuous side-to-side motion. Or using strong suction to draw the clit and surrounding cuntflesh in-and-out of her mouth, forcing the tiny pink pleasure center to slide lubriciously over the soft inner surfaces of her pursed lips with each passage. Then doing the same, but with dainty little tongue flicks targeted at ground-zero -- the little clit nubbin itself, now peeking out boldly from its protective hood as a result of the girls high state of arousal.

Roberta had been whimpering when Susan began her act of inspired cunnilingus. Now she was gasping, moaning loudly, actually crying tears at times, and begging: "Please -- more. Please -- don't stop. Oh please! Oh please -- MAKE ME! PLEASE MAKE ME!"

"Make me cum" was the complete sentence that the girl was unable to articulate in those moments. Her improper grammar was irrelevant - Susan knew what she wanted, and the answer was the same each time, even if the request had been clearly enunciated: "Not until I am good and ready to make you cum, sweetheart!"

All this sexual activity had taken a very long time. Aleisha had experienced her own orgasm riding Jamie's face just about the time that Susan had begun kissing her way down to Roberta's snatch. Jamie and Aleisha's little post-orgasmic interaction of mutual respect and good feelings had only taken seconds, and then they both sat up to watch the show.

While she licked and sucked Susan's hands had not remained idle. She wet her left index finger in some of the plentiful liquid pouring from Roberta's cunt, slid it under her butt, and worked it into the teen's tight anus. Two fingers of her right hand had been exploring the vaginal passage, plunging in and out, and then pressing deeply into the far corners of the love tunnel, reaching up to apply pressure to the elusive "G-spot."

Aleisha was hugely impressed at how long Susan was keeping the tortured teen on the verge of orgasm, and how desperate the girl had become for release. "This is punishment indeed," she thought to herself -- not that she would mind receiving some of the same kind of "abuse" herself!

Throughout the sex act Roberta kept tugging at the ropes attached to her wrists and ankles, and Aleisha peered closely to see if they might be chafing the girl's soft pink flesh. As with all the material elements of Susan's chosen sexual lifestyle, her "tools" here were of the finest quality, and skillfully applied. The nylon fiber was soft and finely braided, and the ropes were a full one-inch in diameter.

This was massive overkill, thick enough to restrain an elephant, but that was not a mistake: The oversized girth made the rope less likely to chafe the soft skin of a tender teen. The knots that Susan used were both easily to release and unlikely to create any uncomfortable pressure points.

After the longest time Susan was ready to relent, and give the girl the release her body was screaming for. Accomplishing this simply required that she not back off on the intensity of her pussy sucking the next time Roberta approached the edge of orgasm. But Susan took a little more care than that.

First, she actually did back off substantially, allowing the teen's arousal to slip back to "9" on a "1-to-10" scale, rather than the "9.5 to 9.9" level that Susan had mercilessly kept her at. This was to allow the girl to gain a head of steam and "leap" off the orgasmic cliff, not just "dribble" over the edge. Then, once Roberta had had a chance to catch her breath, Susan launched an all-out assault on her clit and vagina. She pumped two fingers in-and-out of the latter in a relentless, driving rhythm.

At the same time she rapidly slathered the soft bottom side of her tongue sideways across the ultra-sensitive pleasure center of the girl's clitoris. She began the latter action at a slow pace, but steadily increased the tempo. Roberta's arousal quickly climbed back up the scale, and in only a minute she was once again teetering on the edge. Reverting to her usual kind and gentle self, Susan pushed her over that sweet cliff.

She did so with her trademark compound technique of vigorous side-to-side shaking of her whole head combined with the more narrowly targeted underside-of-the-tongue-side-to-side-over-clit action. The result was predictable: Roberta came. And came. And came! As she did so she gasped like a person who has fallen six feet and landed flat on her back -- a sharp inhalation that left the girl unable to vocalize the intense waves of orgasmic pleasure that rocketed though her voluptuous body.

The pleasure was so intense that she gasped a second time -- and before she had managed to exhale after the first sharp intake of breath. Roberta was unable to catch her breath for a long moment. Finally the breath exploded from her lungs and, as a result of this hyperventilation, she actually experienced a slight "brown out," the partial loss of consciousness in which reality recedes and the subject finds herself in a semi-dream-like state. She collapsed onto the soft surface of the mat and went completely limp.

"I think she fucked her to death," Aleisha remarked wryly. The two girls watching were awestruck at what they had just witnessed, and had been gripped by the supercharged sexual tension that suffused the room as Roberta thrashed and writhed. Jamie could not help herself -- she cracked up in laughter, partially at Aleisha's remark, and partially from the breaking of the tension generated by the buxom teen's arousal.

Resting her cum-soaked face on the spent girls dripping pudenda, Susan could not help but to smile also. But mostly she focused on breathing in deeply and savoring the musky aroma of post-orgasmic teen cunt, hugging the girl's hips, pressing forehead, and then her cheek, against the shaved pubic mound.

A couple minutes passed. Susan rose from the teen's pubis, and proceeded to untie her. Roberta sat up, and Susan gave her a brief hug. The she shifted her attention to Jamie, giving her an inquiring look. Susan had been aware that Aleisha had been brought to orgasm by the young teen, and sensed that something had happened to affect the interpersonal dynamic between that pair in a positive way. She was aware of something else, too -- Jamie was turned on. No doubt watching Roberta's exquisite passion had that effect -- male or female, hetero or homo, one would have to be dead to unaffected by it.

"Who's next?" Susan asked provocatively. Jamie blushed, aware that her excitement was clearly visible to the other women. She looked at Aleisha, who nodded, and then back at Susan, who shrugged, and smiled. Jamie did not know what to say or do, so Susan took control. "C'mon, girls, let's get off this sticky mat and get comfy."

With that, she rose and led the other nude women into the bedroom. All four climbed up onto the huge bed. Susan indicated that Aleisha and Roberta should get on either side of Jamie. She herself pressed the girl back onto the bed and crawled onto her taut body. She pressed her lips to Jamie's own, and delivered a soft, romantic kiss.

Then Susan turned her head to Roberta and kissed her. She did the same with Aleisha on the other side, and then back to Jamie. Susan made this circuit again, and suggested through looks and actions that the kissing should become general. Soon four females were exchanging soft mouth kisses -- Roberta and Jamie, Roberta and Aleisha, Aleisha and Jamie, Susan taking turns with the other three. They engaged in three-at-a-time tongue duels in various combinations, and all the girls laughed together when they attempted a four-way and found it impossible.

The kissing went on for a long time, but at some point it began to transition into more explicitly sexual activity. Roberta, Aleisha and Susan took turns sucking Jamie's breasts and nipples, the "odd-girl out" giving the dark-haired teen deep tongue kisses to the mouth.

Another transition came when Susan began kissing her way across Jamie's belly to her smooth-shaven pubic mound. The teen was breathing heavily from all the soft kisses and direct stimulation to her nipples, and after watching Susan display her virtuosity on Roberta's cunt, she was eager to feel the experienced lesbian's mouth on hers. Soon she got her wish, and Susan was repeating the superlative slit licking that she had used to drive poor Roberta mad with lust.

Creating that kind of unbearable sexual tension was not her intention here. Not that she was in any hurry, either. Susan just wanted to compensate the girl for some of the humiliation and pain she had experienced earlier by giving her a wholly pleasant cunt-licking and cum.

As she cycled through the various techniques that had been so effective with Roberta, the other two woman kept taking turns sucking Jamie's tits and kissing her on the mouth. At times one of them would be nibbling and tongue-flicking a pert nipple, while the other was plunging her tongue into Jamie's mouth, and receiving the girl's tongue in her own mouth. At other times both females would simultaneously have their mouths affixed firmly to a nipple, suckling like a pair of babes at the tender teen's tits. Or, the full trio would engage in a three-way tongue duel.

Working down below, Susan was not distracted by any of that. Her fingers and mouth did their magic, and before long Jamie was gasping and moaning with arousal. Susan brought the girl near a peak several times, but backed off before she arrived at the summit.

Again, the intention was simply to enhance and prolong Jamie's pleasure, not to torment her. Each of these incompletely scaled heights of pleasure was higher than the previous one, and when Susan sensed that the girl had arrived at her personal Everest of arousal, that peak which would overtop all the rest, she brought the adolescent the rest of the way with lips and tongue and fingers, only to send her careening down the other side in an avalanche of orgasmic delirium.

Jamie's hips bucked as she came, her muscles went taut, and she let out a sustained, musical moan of delight. Then, the moan turned to a soft "ahhhhh" of satisfaction, and this phase of the teen's erotic journey came down from the stratosphere of sexual climax.

This left only one member of the foursome who had not experienced an orgasm yet -- Susan - and each of the other three had good reason to want to redress that inequity. Jamie had not forgotten that Susan had been her defender when the "bad" Aleisha was rampant, and that the woman had offered sympathy and sought to reduce the trauma of the bondage that had so stressed her.

Experiencing a 180 degree opposite reaction to being tied up, Roberta had received from Susan what might turn out to be the most exquisitely erotic experience of her life. Aleisha had been granted the opportunity for the past day to live one of her most powerful sexual fantasies. All three bore down on Susan now, each determined to give back to the gentle, beautiful woman some of what she had given to each of them.

Susan was more than ready for it. Given the way orgasms knocked her silly, she had to ration herself in that department. This, combined with the fact that she loved to witness, and even better yet cause, sexual passion in other women, meant that Susan was someone to whom the saying "it's better to give than to receive" fully applied -- to a point. That point had arrived now. Susan would joyfully throw herself into a marathon frenzy of pussy licking and fingering, but at some point her body cried out, "My turn!"

Aleisha would be the conductor in the symphony of pleasure the three females were resolved to perform on their benefactress. To ensure that her ensemble had the proper instruments, she briefly rose from the bed and walked over to an elegant chest near the bed. This was Susan's "toybox."

The big woman opened it and withdrew four items. The first was small vibrator, a "clitor-ator," designed specifically to give stimulation to that particular female body part. The next was a standard vibrator, about eight inches long, column-shaped with a rounded tip. The third item was an anal penetrator very much like the one she had used on Jamie, except designed to be held in the hand, not attached to a harness. The final ingredient was a tube of high-quality lubricant, mainly for use with item number three.

Aleisha set these off to the side of the bed, and climbed onto it herself, rejoining the other three. Susan had watched her friend make these toybox selections with all the interest of a potential torture victim whose future tormentor has been ordered to "show her the instruments" -- but quite the opposite reaction to the display: "Oh, yum!" instead of "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Now Susan found herself the centerpiece of a four-way kissing and tit-sucking session very much like the one that Jamie had received a short time earlier. She eagerly accepted the attentions of the two teenage girls and the experienced lesbian domme. Susan returned the kisses to her lips with passionate enthusiasm, and thrilled to the sensation of two beautiful teens sucking and flicking her nipples with their tongues.

Or one teen and one experienced dyke doing so, as the case may be. Her arousal rose steadily with each nuzzling of her neck, nibbling of her earlobes, or kissing of her face. She almost swooned when Aleisha applied the same soft lip caress to her underarms that she had performed earlier on Roberta. And of course the hotline that connected her nipples to clit was doing double duty as two girls at once squeezed and fondled and sucked on her tits.

At just the right moment, without waiting until excitement threatened to transmute into frustration, Aleisha began kissing her way down to Susan's genitals. The woman did so at a measured pace, taking time to tantalize by applying her mouth to the sensitive intersection of tummy and pelvis, and the delightfully smooth inner thighs.

But Aleisha was out to satisfy, not tease, so in due course she applied her mouth directly to her gentle friend's sex, sucking her clit, nibbling her labia, tonguing her vaginal opening and passage. While she did so the teens continued to take turns kissing Susan's lips and sucking her tits.

Aleisha did not sustain her act of cunnilingus for long, however. Indeed, her purpose in licking her friend's cunt was mainly to prep it for the mechanical attention that would be the main feature of this sex act, and to get the woman's juices flowing. Not that the latter was really necessary -- Susan's pussy had started oozing quim juice hours earlier when she and her friend had enjoyed their brief spate of shower sex, and it had hardly stopped oozing anytime since.

Aleisha uncoupled her mouth from Susan's sex and reached for the instruments of pleasure that she had chosen. She initiated this next phase in the satisfaction of Susan with the little clit vibrator, working it over and around the area denoted by its title, softly at first, then with increasing force as Susan responded and her clitty became more accepting of greater stimulation.

Aleisha had retrieved two other tools, however, and had not forgotten them. She signaled to Jamie, indicating that the teen should leave off the nipple sucking she was engaged in at the moment and join her on the "lower level." The big blonde directed the other to prepare the anal penetrator with lubricant.

When Jamie had done so Aleisha lifted and bent Susan's legs, pushing her knees up over her breasts. This caused the woman's pudenda to "pucker" outward in a highly exposed manner, and presented her backside to the attentions of the two naked females now peering closely at her most private parts.

Jamie held the thin rubbery penetrator, and Aleisha indicated that she should use it to -- penetrate. The girl figured that this was her day to learn all the ins-and-outs of anal sex, and with a mental shrug followed orders.

Actually, recalling the thought she had entertained earlier, that her own violation by a similar object might have been pleasurable under different circumstances, and eager to do her part in giving pleasure to the beautiful young woman who had been there for her in her own moment of greatest stress, she was more than just resigned to performing the act of sodomization: She was happy to contribute.

So, without further ado, she pressed the rod against Susan's anus, using both hands at first, gently guiding the tip of the tool into the tight nether passage with two fingers of one hand while pressing in with the other. When three inches had disappeared she slowly withdrew the instrument, and then pressed it back up the anal passage just a bit deeper. Once the path was broken she found it easier to maintain and in-and-out rhythm.

Aleisha resumed her application of the clit stimulator, not limiting its use to just that ultra-sensitive nerve center, but massaging the entire vulva -- the delicate inner lips, the pudgy outer lips, the vaginal opening, and the tender wet flesh just inside the cuntal opening.

Now, having directed one teenage girl to "play" one of the instruments in her symphony of pleasure, Aleisha was ready to complete the ensemble. Roberta was helping to support Susan's bent and raised legs with one hand, and gently massaging the woman's breasts, occasionally applying her mouth to a nipple.

At one point Susan had positioned the voluptuous teen to where the girl's pendulous breasts dangled in the experienced lesbian's face, who massaged and fondled and suckled for a bit. Susan had playfully pressed her face into the valley between the heavy melons, slapping them deliciously against her cheeks. But as Aleisha upped the tempo of her activities down below, and pressed Jamie into service on her friend's back side, Susan lost the ability to focus on anything but the increasing stimulation to her genitals and anal passage.

Now that arousal had risen to a level where further attention to her own nipples yielded no further profits of pleasure, so Aleisha got Roberta's attention and with her eyes directed her to "come on down." The big woman picked up the remaining item from the toy box, the standard vibrator, touched it to Susan's vaginal opening, and handed it off to the teen.

The younger blonde needed no further instruction -- she pressed the tool deeply into Susan's dripping cunt, and proceeded to slide it in-and-out with a steady tempo. This took a little bit of effort, because with her lifted legs held together and pressed against her breasts, the vaginal opening was "clenched" shut.

That was OK, though -- the passage was well lubricated with passion juice, and even with the tightness the smooth surface of the tool minimized the resistance. The position simply meant greater stimulation to the sensitive cuntflesh at the mouth of the vagina. So, Susan gasped with pleasure when Roberta first slid the rod deeply into her pussy.

Aleisha's pleasure combo was complete. To one side Jamie steadily worked he anal penetrator. In the middle, Aleisha skillfully applied the miniature "clitor-ator." On the other side, the third member of this ensemble of lust fucked the beautiful woman's cunt with the full length of the longer and thicker vibrator.

The three females experimented with different rhythms and tempos, sometimes coordinating their actions in harmony, then shifting to a counter-punctual pattern, one instrument pressing in while the other was coming out. They even tried out more complex syncopated rhythms. Sometimes one girl would work slowly and another would work fast. At other times, all three would adopt a fast tempo, or all three would go slow.

Aleisha wanted Susan's pleasure to last, but did not want to make her wait too long for orgasmic release, either. While Jamie and Roberta wielded the "wand" like instruments, the large woman in the center was the real "conductor" who directed the pace and tempo. She did so by giving silent commands to her "players," and by virtue of the fact that she exercised control over the level of stimulation applied to her friend's critical nerve center of female libido, the clitoris.

Susan hugely appreciated the attention she was receiving in the form of tripartite sexual stimulation. She was demonstrating her appreciation with soft female sighs, moans, hip gyrations, muscle tensings, and in all the other ways that communicate to her lesbian lovers, "Yes, please, keep doing what you're doing, and thank you!"

But -- Aleisha could tell that her friend was also getting close to the point where the message becomes, "Please make me cum, NOW!" So she decided that it was time to close the current movement and bring this symphony of sexual arousal to its final crescendo.

The final measures would be Susan's favorite: Girl-soft lips and tongue on pussy and clit. Aleisha directed her players to release their instruments, but leave them in place. She had been intermittently using one hand to help Susan keep her legs raised, and thus expose her vulva and anus to the attentions of the others, but now she lowered the woman's legs so that her knees were still bent and her feet flat on the bed.

This left Susan with a penetrator stuck up her anal passage, a standard dildo-type vibrator inserted deep in her pussy, and an experienced lesbian with eager lips and tongue poised between her parted thighs. The two teens went back to kissing and nuzzling Susan's breasts, lips, face and upper body.

Aleisha put those eager lips and tongue to work, simultaneously using one hand to resume the dildo-action that Roberta had previously managed. She used her mouth to apply direct stimulation to the woman's clit: sucking just the tiny nubbin itself daintily between her lips, then parting her lips and sucking the organ and surrounding flesh in-and-out of her mouth; using firm suction, then gentle, or alternating rapidly between the two.

She tongued the sexual ground zero in various ways also: up and down or side to side; with the top of her tongue or with its soft underside; using a fast tempo, or slowing to a mezzo-piano pace. She combined the all of these lip and suction and tongue and tempo variations in different ways.

Under this expert cunt sucking Susan's expressions of arousal and need had become had become more desperate: Moans of appreciation were now groans of need, sighs had escalated into gasps, sinuous hip gyrations converted into demanding thrusts.

She was right on the edge, and Aleisha sought to push her over by just doing MORE: Faster, firmer, stronger suction. It worked; Susan came. Her body tensed, her pussy flooded, her moans rose to a climax complementing the cunnilingual crescendo her friend had orchestrated. The eruption of pleasure went on and on, but then, as the last waves of orgasmic tumult pounded through her beautiful body, Susan collapsed into her usual post-cum "bowl of human jello" semi-comatose state.

Aleisha rested her head on her friend's pubic mound as Susan had done on Roberta's earlier, and the two teens cuddled close against the spent woman's upper body and face.

This tableau held for a number of minutes, and then Susan began to return to the world of the living. She squeezed the two teens and gave them grateful kisses. Seeing that her friend had fully rejoined them, Aleisha crawled up onto the woman's body, and plopped her full weight playfully onto the other's smaller frame.

"Gurk!" Susan grunted, laughing as she did so. Aleisha and the teens laughed as well, and then the big woman relented, transferring part of her weight to elbows and knees. Susan gave her a big kiss also.

Conclusion

The four females cuddled together in comfortable intimacy for a long time, and then Susan asked if anyone was hungry. They all were -- many hours had passed since the rich breakfast. Susan knew that there was an ever richer dinner awaiting them in the dumbwaiter by now, so the women untangled themselves and got up from the bed.

Aleisha ducked into the bathroom suite to retrieve the kimonos she and her friend had worn that morning. Susan went to a closet and withdrew two more of the rich garments for the teenagers to wear. It was her regular practice to make a gift of these valuable and gorgeous robes to the younger girls who were her usual "guests," but given the "punishment detail" this tryst was supposed to involve, that would not be happening this time.

When the women had laid out the selection of magnificent entrees and side dished prepared by the elite caterer, and were seated together at the kitchen table enjoying the feast, Aleisha raised that "punishment" issue.

"Susan, I think I am a failure, and these girls are in trouble as a result," she said.

"What do you mean, Aleisha?" Susan asked. She knew, but she wanted to hear her friend spell it out as she understood the problem. Jamie and Roberta took a lively interest as well, seeing as how they were the subjects of the conversation.

"Well, knowing that you are too soft, I was supposed to beat the crap out of these girls, and have them running out of here in tears. Instead, look at what is happening: With Roberta, 'Cunt Number Two,' I've created a monster. Punish her? It turns out the girl eats up that kind of treatment and begs for more."

"Oh, come on Aleisha. I think you are exaggerating." Susan was remembering the extreme humiliation and degradation the dominatrix had imposed on the girl the day before, not excluding literally pissing on her.

"No, really," Aleisha responded. "I'll demonstrate: 'Cunt Number Two' -- don't you think you have fully reformed, and have had enough punishment?"

Roberta responded: "No, Mistress. I think I am still very bad, and still need more 'punishment'." They all laughed at this; the girl was being playful, but she was also expressing her newfound appreciation of the fact that her sexual nature was of a type that she had never suspected. She was a submissive masochist, who was turned on by the pain and abuse imposed by her beautiful lesbian dominatrix.

"You see?" Aleisha asked. "The only way I could 'punish' this one is by ignoring her, or breaking her legs, which I have no intention of doing, obviously. Now, the other one, 'Cunt Number One,' is a different matter. She demonstrated something to me today -- courage, and spirit -- and I just don't have the heart to 'give her the business' any more. And I know you don't. We are failures!"

Aleisha said the last in a semi-humorous tone, but in an important way she meant it, and had raised a good point. Mike had warned Susan: "These bitches need to be punished. Not -- whatever it is you usually do that makes the girls leaving your house have stars in their eyes, and look like they're in love." That "whatever it is you usually do" was to seduce and convert her young guests to the intense pleasures of lesbian love. And Aleisha was right -- that was exactly what was happening with the current pair, rather than cruel "punishment."

"OK, I got it. Hmmm . . . I might have an idea. I'm not going to say what it is, because then it might not work as well, but it should satisfy Mike, and not 'cramp our style' in the meantime."

" 'Cramp our style' -- you mean we can still fuck their brains out while the girls are here?" Aleisha asked. The teenagers looked embarrassed at this, but not all that displeased, either.

"Yeah, that's what I mean," Susan answered conspiratorially, and all four of them laughed again. "Plus, before you leave, you girls and I are going to have a little talk about your futures. I know that you have been basically wasting time and fucking off since you graduated from high school. That's what got you into trouble with Mike, and it just won't do. It's certainly not the way to happiness and a satisfying life. I have some ideas on that, too, but I will save them until it's time for you to go."

That time was 36 hours away, giving the females the rest of that evening, and all of the next day and night to "play." Mike would come early the following morning to pick up the "bitches." He expected to find them whipped and cowed, not pleasured and pampered. So a lot depended on Susan's scheme to put one over on the scary gangster.

It needed to be good, because pleasured and pampered is what Jamie and Roberta were for the next day-and-a-half. Susan and Aleisha introduced them to every permutation of basic lesbian sex: Two-way, three-way, four way; daisy chains, toys, tribades, and more. All served up with generous dollops of romantic kissing and fondling. Well, Jamie got copious quantities of those last two ingredients, at least.

Roberta got some of them, too, combined with something else: Paddling, spanking, tit-slapping, bondage, even another of those disgusting "yellow showers." The girl was a glutton for abuse, and the more she got, the more aroused she became. Aleisha had indeed "created a monster" or made a convert, take your choice. The old joke goes, "What does the sadist say to the masochist begging to be whipped? 'No!'"

But that is not what happened here. Aleisha said, "Yes, yes, yes!" And, as a result she and Roberta -- "Cunt Number Two" - had a ball with their particular brand of sexual activity.

That pair still had lots of energy left over for "good old fashioned lesbian group sex" as well, and so all four females had a ball. Not to mention swimming in oceans of passionate female sexuality and experiencing and triggering scores of orgasms. Their hours together sped by, and finally it was time for the teenagers to get ready to leave. Which meant time for Susan's little "heart-to-hear" talk with them, and for her plan to outfox the threatening Mike. Susan sat the two teens down in her library/office for the first of these.

"Let's get a few things straight: I know all about you girls. When Mike contacted me about you I engaged a private investigator to check things out. So. I know you are both damned smart. I know that you are spoiled by your parents, and that you use your smarts to get what you want from them.

"They wanted you to go to college, but you decided to hang out, party, not get a job, tease boys, fuck off, and get yourself into serious trouble with a really dangerous character. You both have no idea how close you came to getting killed -- or worse.

"And -- you are still in tremendous danger. Here's the deal: You cannot stay in this part of the country. If you do, Mike could snap you up anytime and that would be the end. Also -- your days of fucking off, not going to school, not working, and all the rest are over. Guess what? You're both starting college this fall.

"And you're not going to 'Party School U,' either. It so happens that I have a connection with a non-profit organization that coaches teenage girls from 'the wrong side of the tracks' to give them the tools they need to have happy successful lives and careers. This organization does college referral work, and they have become involved in your cases."

That characterization of the "nonprofit organization" Susan referred to was not totally accurate. It was actually a married couple whose work was completely and anonymously funded by Susan. They ran what she jokingly referred to as a 'charm school' for the young girls who she herself seduced and introduced to illicit pleasures of lesbian sex.

Of course it was not a real "charm school." Instead it was a "life skills" school, a high-end version of the kind of training that had been developed to wean welfare-dependents from the dole. The couple who ran it were modern day "Dr. Higgins" taking 21st century "Eliza Doolittle's" out of the cycle of poverty and bad habits into fruitful, productive and happy lives. None of that would be needed here, only the couple's familiarity with how to finesse college entrance procedures.

Susan continued: "You will each be attending small colleges in no-name towns in conservative areas of the county. Jamie, you are heading to the South. Roberta, it's the farm belt for you. These schools are not run by religious nut cases or anything like that, but they are small, and they take an active role in supervising their students. They take the "in loco parentis" charge seriously.

"'Arrangements' have been made, and you will be accepted when you apply. Of course your parents don't know anything about this, but we all know they'll be relieved to hear their spoiled daughters are 'turning a new leaf,' and will be delighted to pick up the tab. I know they can afford it.

"You will be staying in dorms. You will not be party animals, but scholars. Frankly, you screwed up, and now you're on probation. If you blow it, well . . . that poor girl gang-banged by Mike's 'animals'? That could still be you, and that is just the start. Bottom line -- don't blow it. Oh, and you will be watched, too. Don't think that once you're out of town it's 'oly-oly-ocean-free.' Fuck up and you're back in the shit.

"After the first year, we'll see. Who knows, you may fall in love with the school and your new friends there, and want to stay. Do well, and you'll have a choice between that and going to a bigger, more cosmopolitan school. Either way, you will both be in college for the next four years, and you will earn degrees on time.

"One other thing -- your association with each other is over. That's why you're going to different schools, and you won't be allowed to go to the same school in future. You two are a bad influence on each other, and that phase of your lives is over. Any questions?"

The two teens were stunned. They had been living from moment to moment for almost a year since high school graduation, not making any plans beyond what to wear at the next party, sponging off their over-indulgent parents, ignoring the future. Susan's decrees -- and the fact that she knew all about them and had taken complete charge of their lives -- had the eye-opening effect of an ice cold shower.

But both girls knew that they had no choice. And -- neither one was stupid. Although it was hard to accept all at once, on some level they realized that everything Susan said was perfectly true, and that this was exactly what they needed. There would be no objections, and no backsliding. The two teenagers nodded that they understood.

"OK, good. Now -- convincing Mike that you have been sufficiently 'punished.' Well, this is going to hurt you more than it will me -- and it is going to HURT -- but it will be over quick, and you will be laughing about it tonight. We'll wait for him to get here . . ."

Naturally, that left the two teenagers feeling mighty nervous! But Susan said no more -- her plan depended in part on shock and surprise. A few minutes later she heard the sound of a car horn outside the house. Susan left the girls and went to the garage, where she triggered the automatic door to let Mike drive the van in. She closed the door again once the vehicle's motor was turned off, and Mike got out.

"Hi, Mike. Hang on just a minute and I'll get Aleisha's 'victims.' I think she's just about done." With that Susan reentered the lower level of her home, but she left the door between it and the garage open just a crack, so that sounds from inside could be heard. She returned to the office, where Aleisha had joined the two teens and was hugging them good bye.

"Are you ready, Aleisha?" Susan asked.

"Oh, yeah. Cunt Number One! Cunt Number Two! Turn around, drop your jeans, and 'assume the position' against the desk there!" Aleisha ordered. The girls looked like they had been slapped -- this was the first appearance of "the bad Aleisha" in the last 36 hours, except for the make-believe "games" that she and Roberta had played.

The woman's tone brooked no dissent, however, so they quickly obeyed. Aleisha had taken up her paddle-whip, and while the girls arranged themselves, warmed up by swinging it through the air with a wicked sounding "swish."

Then, she laid into the two teens. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She laid on a vicious series of painful strokes to each girl, delivering a lengthier and more aggressive whipping than even the one they had received three days earlier.

Once the shock of the first blows was absorbed, the adolescents found themselves uncontrollably screaming and crying and sobbing at the unbelievable pain inflicted by seemingly endless punishment. Aleisha covered their butt cheeks and the backs of their thighs with the blows, then forced the teens to turn around and laid into the front of their thighs and even their shaved pubic mounds.

Not by accident, Susan had left the door between the office and the hallway open, and the room was right next to the garage, the door to which was also cracked. Therefore, the sound of every blow, every scream, every sob carried clearly to Mike. He smiled, and then laughed, thinking to himself, "Wow, Susan's friend sure is 'taking care' of those 'bitches.' Yeah!"

Finally, the whipping ended. Before they had a chance to even catch their breaths Susan ordered the girls to quickly pull their pants up, and hustled them out of the room and into the garage. Tears were streaming down each sobbing girl's face as she herded them past Mike and around to the back of the van. She immediately opened the door and shoved them in without a word, slamming it behind them.

"All yours, Mike. Mission accomplished. Plus, the 'bitches' are getting out of town. They are both being shipped off to 'Bumfuck, Iowa,' some 'Nowhere's-ville' town for at least a year. I think the message is going to get out -- 'don't fuck with Mike.'"

Mike was laughing all through this. "Damn, Susan, I wasn't sure you had it in you! Alright! Yeah -- it looks like 'mission accomplished,' for sure!"

"Damn straight, Mike. You were right -- these 'prick teasers' weren't at all like my usual innocents. Now -- are we cool? A deal's a deal, and I don't want to read any newspaper stories in the next couple days, 'Nude bodies of teens found in ravine."

"Yeah, we're cool. Thanks. And yeah, it's a good idea to get these bitches out of town. 'Bumfuck, Iowa' -- I love it! Take it easy, Susan." He climbed into the van, started it up, and drove off.

Epilog -12 months later.

Susan picked up the ringing phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Susan, it's Aleisha. Hey, I got a favor to ask. Can I bring a 'guest' over for 'fun and games'? I think you'll be surprised, and not unpleased."

"Hmmm, I don't know. You know how I am about my privacy."

"Susan, I guarantee you'll be glad you said yes."

"Well, alright Aleisha. It is a 'her' I take it, right?"

"Oh, puh-lease, Susan. Of course it's a 'her.' Yuck! Oh, thanks a million -- you won't regret it!" Aleisha promised.

The two women set a time, and at the appointed hour Susan triggered the garage door to let the vehicle in, which was a closed van like the one Mike had used a year earlier. Aleisha got out, giving her friend a big hug. Then the big lesbian dominatrix went out of sight around the back of the van, opening its windowless door. She reappeared holding a leash, which was attached to a collar around a young woman's neck. Susan recognized the woman -- it was Roberta.

"Cunt Number Two, tell us why you are here," Aleisha ordered the girl.

"Oh Mistress -- I've been very bad. I need to be punished very severely."

"Oh, jeez!" Susan muttered, rolling her eyes. "Here we go again!"

The End

Author's note:

If you enjoy this story, or the other "Susan" stories (see below) please write and tell me! Comments from readers are worth their weight in gold, and are what motivate me to keep writing. I promise to respond personally with fulsome gratitude to all such communications. (In fact, whenever you see a story on this site that you especially like, do write the author and say so. Your praise is the only currency in which the writers are compensated.)

This story is part of a series located in other sections of the "Nifty Archive, Lesbian." Part One of "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," posted in the "adult-youth" section in July, 2005, describes Susan's seduction of the voluptuous 19-year-old Sophie and the trim, athletic 18-year-old Jean and the multi-day tryst that follows. It introduces and tells much more about Susan's background and history.

Part Two, "Susan's College Nights," describes how Susan's lesbian career began in high school, but how she really came of age as a connoisseur of Sapphic sex while in college. Future installments of the "Susan's Teen" Series may appear in the "young friends," "high school," and "incest" categories of the Nifty Archive, "Lesbian" section.

Will there be more about Susan in the future? That, dear readers, is up to you. If many of you write and tell me you liked it, then it is far more likely that I will be encouraged to add to the saga.

If this happens, what sexual and other adventures will the future bring for Susan? Well, if you read the last paragraph of "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied, Part One," you will be able to make a pretty good guess! But one never knows for sure. This little piece of erotica has now arrived at the status of a full novel. Even I have been surprised at the directions that many of the situations and characters in this story have taken. Susan and her "friends" are supposed to do what I plan for them, but this does not always turn out to be the case!

Roxanne Appleby roxanneappleby@hotmail.com