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update jan 10 - 2009

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(F/f , reluc, humiliation, bondage, training)
Saraandms7

Sara and Ms Davies
By Jamb

You're welcome, whore. She flashed a smile, and the torment continued. Sara moaned as Rachel made a joke Ms Davies smiled as she lowered her head to Sara's breasts, opened her mouth and then closed in on her tits, causing Sara to squeal out.

Thank you Ms Davies. Sara had barely enough time before Chandler said something sarcastic suddenly a breast clamp dug into her tender flesh, causing her to scream out Ms Scott was loving it. She tried to thank Ms Davies, but before she could, Joey had done something moronic and she felt her nipples already in a tight spot as her breasts had been clamped being tugged and pulled mercilessly. She started to sob her thank yous, as Ms Davies struggled to keep up.

Hrm, this is harder than it looks. Alice , could you give me a hand? Ms Scott jumped at the chance, and walked over to Sara, who was now crying with pain she had a breast clamp on one of her tits, her nipples were sore and red, welts were growing on her stomach she was crying uncontrollably. The hits continued to ring out Ross said something, then Joey, then Chandler instantly Sara felt another breast clamp on her other breast by Ms Davies, and was ordered to open her mouth by Ms Scott as she tugged her nipples. All the while, Sara was thanking these evil women as they laughed at her pain. Monica suddenly blurted out things about cleaning, and rapidly Sara felt a burning pain like no other as Ms Scott casually pressed her lighted cigarette against Sara's flesh several times. Sara tits were bitten again, her stomach was beaten the punishments blurred into one as she moaned out her thanks to her mistresses. She began to go dizzy with pain all these horrible things happening to her at once she screamed out, begging for them to stop now.

Then, suddenlynothing. Both Ms Davies and Ms Scott stopped, looking at Sara, who was battered and bruised like she had just been in a war. Her breasts were bleeding, her nipples were raw, her stomach was bloody, and her legs were covered in cigarette burns. She swallowed the last of Ms Davies' spit, and looked at her, wondering why they had stopped.

Fucking commercials. Ms Davies sighed, and flicked Sara's breast, causing her to scream out. Sara's face was red with tears she looked at Ms Davies, begging her to let her down, to stop this horrible pain. Ms Davies grinned. We've still got forty-five minutes to go! Sara moaned in anguish, her body unable to take anymore of this. Ms Scott looked at Ms Davies, and smiled wickedly.

Perhaps we should change the rules a bit. If someone kisses, instead of getting that dildo up your ass, we will untie you, stop playing this game and take you to the bedroom. How does that sound? Sara jumped at the chance. She nodded happily anything to stop this horrible experience. The show began again, and the torture continued the breast clamps were yanked off after another sarcastic comment from Chandler Sara's stomach got redder as Phoebe played the guitar Ms Scott even started to cigarette-burn Sara's face after Monica made more cleaning comments. Sara continued to thank them, until, at long last, two of the characters kissed. Sara screamed out in joy, and Ms Davies and Ms Scott reluctantly untied her, threw her to the floor, and dragged her to the bedroom. Sara smiled happilyuntil she saw what they had in store for her here.

Ms Davies and Ms Scott had both put on huge strap-ons, and were standing before this poor girl with huge grins on their faces. Open up wide, bitch. Ms Scott will take your mouth, and I will take your rear. And we hope you like it hot, whore. We've put some extra hot sauce on these strap-ons, just for you. Sara started to whimper, and shook her head as Ms Scott tried to put her strap-on into her mouth.

Oh, dear, slut. Why do you choose to be disobedient at the worst times? Ms Scott smacked down on Sara's back, causing her mouth to open, allowing her to force in the huge plastic penis. Sara choked on it it was massive, and it was burning her mouth. She had no choice but to accept it though Ms Scott was thrusting as hard as she could, raping her mouth. At the other end, Ms Davies had spread Sara's ass cheeks, and was about to thrust her cock into Sara's wriggling, struggling ass, before she noticed how white Sara's back was.

Tut tut, slut! We can't have you having a red stomach and a white back! What would people think! Don't worry, Mistress is here to sort it out for you! She picked up her crop and started to whip Sara's back, making her scream into Ms Scott's penis. She wasn't expecting that it was pure agony! She started to cry again being spit-roasted by two women after being essentially beaten up and tortured by them was not what she had in mind. She was in hell her mouth was on fire andas Ms Davies thrust her cock into her ass, now her ass was as well. She started to wriggle and squirm even more, before she felt the smack of the crop again on her back. Tears rolled down her face she couldn't win. It was horrible.

Look at me, slut! Look at me! Ms Scott ordered Sara her big, brown eyes looked down on Sara. Sara noticed for the first time the same anger that was in her eyes it was just like Ms Davies very determined. It automatically made you feel inferior which was what you were, Sara assumed, if you were in Sara's position. Her brown hair was flowing down past her shoulders, and her breasts, held up now by her latex corset, jiggled with her thrusting motion. Look at your goddess, whore! Look at your superior, you white cunt! She laughed at Sara again, before finally climaxing she shuddered to a halt, just as Ms Davies was cumming as well. Sara felt the two pull the cocks out, and collapsed to the floor, exhausted. Ms Davies and Ms Scott fell onto the bed, also extremely tired. Ms Scott got out her cigarette again and took a drag on it. We must have you two over to see my slut. I had a really great time, Jenny.

Think nothing of it. Sluts are there to be used, after all. The two laughed at the expense of Sara, who was lying on the floor, leaking out all sorts of fluids and writhing about in pain. At long last, she got back on all fours and raised her hand weakly.

Yes, what is it, bitch? Ms Davies had obviously lost her patience with her.

Mistress, I was wondering if I may leave now. It is late. Ms Davies laughed.

Oh, my, slut! What makes you think you get to choose if you leave or not? I'll be the judge of that, and I say you must stay. Sara's face fell.

Butwhere will I sleep? Ms Davies stared at Sara, got up, and dragged her back to the living room. She threw her onto the rack, securing her arms and legs in nice and tight.

Here seems like a good enough place, whore. And, just to make sure you don't snore during the night She produced a ball gag and stuffed it in Sara's protesting mouth. there we are! See you in the morning, slut! Don't let the bed bugs bite! Ms Davies giggled as she walked away, turning out the light and leaving Sara, tired, beaten and sobbing, to wonder whether this slut lark was such a good thing after all.

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