“Yes Becky!”
“You like it, don’t you, you dirty little slut?”
“Yes Becky!”
“Why don’t you beg this Slave to eat you out?”
“Please eat me out Slave!”
Zoe moves to grant the wish, her mouth watering at the thought, but finds herself still bound by the dom’s last order. Interesting, it seems only the first one can tell her what to do…
“Slave,” Becky commands, “Remove her skirt. If that’s the best she can do, I guess she doesn’t really want to be a cheerleader after all.”
“N-No! Becky, please! Give me another chance!”
“Bullshit, bitch, this was your second chance and you blew it. Tell me, why should I keep wasting my time on you? Huh? What makes you so special?”
“N-Nothing…”
“Huh?”
“Nothing, Becky.”
“Damn straight you worthless piece of trash.” She traces one hand down her shoulder, down her breast, squeezing viciously, kneading the firm young flesh with her slender fingers, savoring her gasps. “Slave. Get her other side,” she growls, licking up one side of her sub’s neck from behind as Zoe nibbles hungrily on the other, their nude forms grinding eagerly against each other, full breasts sliding and hard nipples catching as the blonde pants hotly into the slave’s face, whimpering wordlessly with desire.
Zoe thrills with her newfound lattitude, running her fingertips up and down her playmate’s sides, aching to receive some of the pleasure she’s forced to dole out. She sucks hard on the blonde’s neck, reaching to caress the dom as well and getting psychically lashed for her trouble, whimpering and drawing back.
“Awe, isn’t this slave being good to you Cindy? Why don’t you show her some appreciation?” growls the redhead, shoving her face forward, ordering “Make out, Slave.” The two eagerly and hungrily kiss, legs entwining, hands caressing as the dominatrix forces the slightly reluctant blonde to stay with it, her free hand abandoning the glorious chest to pleasure herself, moaning hotly into the blonde’s shoulderblades as she watches the two make out for her enjoyment.
Zoe’s tongue eagerly seeks out her partner’s, massaging it hungrily, her pussy clenching with anticipation against the cheerleader’s thigh. She grips her hips tightly, grinding the blonde’s pussy against her own leg encouragingly. The ghoul feels her pleasure mounting, shuddering with the force of her impending climax as she grinds eagerly against the sub, her wet pussy sliding smoothly against the soft skin, her quivvering clit gliding gently against the slick surface faster and faster, almost there, almost…
“Enough, you two separate. It’s my turn. On your knees slave. Fat bitch, play with my tits.”
Zoe’s eyes well with unshed tears of frustration as she obeys, knees trembling all the way to the ground, hips bucking against the air as her body obeys despite her overwhelming desire, helpless as the feeling ebbs. She tries to pleasure herself but the invisible lashes keep her hands at bay, leaving her no option but to try and get the dom to release her as soon as possible. She eagerly throws her face into the redhead’s pussy, tongue stroking her clit hard and fast, furiously caressing the slick wet button, scarcely able to control her timing as the dominatrix shudders with pleasure. She builds the orgasm recklessly, not giving it time to blossom on its own, forcing it to explode within the cheerleader half-formed, the mortal girl gasping for breath as she climaxes, falling limp in her sub’s hands.
“Thank you Slave, that will be all,” she sighs breathlessly, thighs squirming with the aftershocks, one hand brushing the hair from her sweat-streaked face as the other pets her sub’s hip possessively. Zoe quietly rises and walks away, retrieving the bag so carelessly knocked out of the bushes just moments before. They had made the mistake of freeing her; and she had two snobby bitches to tend to…
Zoe carefully and quickly lays out the bag’s contents on the grass, making sure no metal jangles or leather creaks as she silently pores over the bondage gear. Smiling mischeviously, she gathers up only what she needs and stalks silently back to the cheerleaders on the hill. Their backs are to her as she approaches and she listens in, perversely curious what they’re up to.
The redheaded dom sits almost in her sub’s lap, the blonde’s wrists bound around her waist, purring as she makes the curvy young cheerleader fingerbang her. “Mm, you know what you’re doing, don’t you bitch? I bet you get a lot of practice when you sit at home alone all night, wishing someone would ask a fat bitch like you out huh? I bet you dream of fucking the whole football team, huh?” When she only hears sobbing in response she grins and redoubles her assault; “What you slowin’ down for, you useless flabby cunt? You want me to go home unsatisfied? You want me to vote you off the team, lardass? Finger me harder you stupid bitch, or so help me I’ll tell everyone at school you’re a dike and watch them tear you to pieces. And who are they gonna believe, you or me?” She moans in ecstacy, pinching her tiny little nipples as the weeping girl behind her pleasures her desperately, bringing her slender form to another shuddering orgasm.
She hastily shrugs the blonde sub off as she savors the climax by herself, her skinny fingers caressing her quiverring clit as her hips buck reflexively, a thin sheen of sweat across her exposed pussy in the moonlight. She turns back to say something to her sub when a blur of gray and black bowls her over, pinning her roughly to the bench, doubled over her legs in a painful bend, her face squished to the rough stone.
“I bet you think it’s real funny, making people cry for your amusement, don’t you?”
“Cut it out Ci-” she starts before noticing her sub bound to a tree a few feet away, tied so tightly she can barely breathe, every taut muscle showing the strain on her nude and helpless body.
A weight is lifted from her back, leaving her just pinned by the vise-like grip on her head, then with a CRACK as loud as thunder a red-hot pain blossoms on her bare ass, the heat of the rebuke flooding her entire body.
“Wrong answer” Zoe taunts, swishing the crop through the air before landing it on her other cheek. “Hmm, let’s play a little game, shall we? Since neither of you can seem to remember my name, I’m going to give you clues. Guess right and you’ll be free to go; guess wrong…” she trails off, punctuating it with another vicious strike on the dom’s ass. “Cindy, how would you like to go first?” she purrs, binding Becky’s wrists tight all the way up to the elbows with practiced hands, then lashing her neck to her ankles, careful that the knots will choke her just a little if she struggles but not let her black out.
She pads menacingly towards the blonde, getting a feel for her newfound undead majesty. She brings the crop up under her chin, turning her head first one way, then the other firmly before moving it down to her breasts, caressing them roughly with the leather tip, lifting from just under the nipple, weighing them against the crop’s flexibility until they flop back down.