My New Life

"OHH...", I gasped in surprise. Up to that point he had been gentle, not like my overheated high school boyfriends who groped me every chance they got. But he was not groping...he was asserting his control and it was turning me on incredibly. I attacked his mouth with my lips and tongue and urged my tits into his palms. His reaction told me that his blood was boiling as much as mine.

After a minute of trying to consume each other, he pulled back both his mouth and his hands. "Wow," exclaimed. "You are as hot as you look. Cheryl and I are going to enjoy training you."

Once again I had forgotten about Cheryl. I turned my head and saw that she had positioned the video camera on a stand on the dresser and was in the process of focusing it on me. The glowing red light showed that it was recording.

"Forget the camera," said Tom. "No one is going to see the tape except us." He picked up the scissors. "It's time to start getting rid of these clothes. Your tits feel great, but I want to see them."

"You can't cut my clothes!" I protested. "What will I wear home?"

"No worries," Tom said. "If you are good, Cheryl will give you some clothes. But you'd better be nice to her. Come on Cheryl, help me divest her of this too small T shirt."

Smiling sweetly the diabolical blonde grabbed the fabric just above my shirt and pulled it free. I noticed that she was careful not to block the camera's view of my body. Tom took the tail of the shirt in his left hand and began cutting it right up the middle.

Snip...snip... In a few seconds the fabric sprang open, pushed by my thrusting boobs. Without a bra they stood high and firm, the nipples hard. In spite of my predicament I admit I was proud of my body. Tom gave a low whistle. Sheryl sat on the bed next to him and licked her lips suggestively.

"I hope you're satisfied," I snarled, staring at them defiantly. I did not want them to know how aroused I was by the way they were treating me.

"That's a start," Tom chortled. "But you will have to do a lot of things before we are satisfied." He and Cheryl each took one of my tits and began examining it.

"Amazing," said Tom.

"Yeah," agreed Cheryl. "Look at the size of those areolas and nipples, and the way they are tilted upward. I can't wait to get my mouth on them and see how she reacts."

"You are a couple of sick perverts," I complained. But at the same time their words and fingers were making shivers run up and down my back.

Tom shook his head and spoke to Cheryl. "Listen to that name calling. She needs to be taught a lesson. I saw some clothes pins on the line out back. Go get them. And while you're at it, cut a couple of switches from the tree."

"Good idea," she said and let go of me to follow his instructions. Meanwhile he continued to cup my right tit, running his thumb over the nipple. His face was inches from mine, watching me. My body was responding, and he knew it.

"You bastard. What are you doing to me?"

"I'm tapping in to that volcano that is ready to explode. You can't do anything about it, and at some point I'll break through. You are going to end up like Cheryl, willing to do anything I say. But in the meantime you are going to feel some pain, both physical and mental."

His finger and thumb closed on the tender nipple. "OOOHHHH," I screamed.

Oblivious to my cries he twisted my nub like he was dialing the combination on a lock. "I'm just getting it ready for the clothes pin," he said. "You need a little tenderizing first." The fingers on his other hand closed on my left nipple, doubling my erotic discomfort. I thrashed around in the chair and wailed.

"AAAHHHH... enough..... please..... ohhh..."

At last he stopped and dropped his hands. "That will do for now. Your buds are stretched enough for the clothes pins to get a good grip. It's time to get rid of those panties that Cheryl was worried about."

I squirmed helplessly as he raised my skirt to my waist, exposing my tight bikini underwear. A new flock of butterflies took off in my stomach, and I knew he was going to see the sheen of moisture on the cotton fabric of my panties.

"Just as I expected," he said, as he probed the squishy surface with his finger tip. I was mortified.

"Oh godddd......"

He picked up the scissors and slid one blade under the cuff on my left thigh. "No need to be ashamed," he said condescendingly. "You can't help it."

A few snips and the panties parted on one side. A repeat process on the other side, and he was able to pull the now shapeless cloth away completely. He lowered his head to get a good look at my wet and swollen lips. One insidious finger began testing and probing.

"Ohhh.... you have to stop that.... it's not fair.. I won't let you do this to me...."

"Your body is in harmony with your nature, but your mind still needs to be freed to go with the flow. Ah... here comes Cheryl, and I see she has gotten what we need."

Cheryl was standing in the doorway holding up two clothes pins in one hand, and two flexible tree branches in the other. The branches had been stripped of their leaves and made wicked-looking switches.

Tom laughed. "I love it when we go out into the country and have to improvise. Not like at home where I have my choice of toys. Right Cheryl?"

"You always seem to find something to torment me with," she said smiling. "I think what I have here will be sufficient for training Miss Candy. I see you have prepared her."

"Yea, don't those tits look delicious?"

"Amazing! I can't wait to get my mouth on those big nipples. Maybe I should suck on them a bit before you apply the clothes pins."

All that talk about what they were going to do to me was having a strange effect on my body. I was frightened by the thought that I was going to feel pain, but for some reason my pussy was positively salivating. And having another woman touch me was going to be a completely new experience. In any case I didn't seem to have any choice in the matter.

"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded.

"Oh you're going to hurt," Cheryl snarled as she sat on the bed next to Tom. "It's necessary for your training, and part of our fun." Her hand moved up the inside of my thigh, stopping just as the tips of her fingers reached my wet pussy.

"Why didn't you cut off her skirt too?" she asked Tom.

"It's not going to be in our way, and I think a little clothing is sexy," he said. "Besides she will need something to wear home, when and if we let her go."

The reference to letting me go made me relax a little. At least they didn't intend to murder me to cover their tracks. But before I could think more about the future Cheryl's head came down and her lips closed over my left nipple, drawing it gently into her mouth.

"Ahhhhhh.....", I gasped. Involuntarily my back arched to push more of me forward for her to taste. Expertly she went to work, alternating licks and sucks with using her teeth to nip and bite. Plenty of young boys had played with my tits, but never had I felt anything like what Cheryl was doing. She knew how to apply just the right combination of sensations. Together with my sense of helplessness it was driving me crazy.

"OH GOD.. What are you doing to me?" I thrashed around in the chair, aware that my other boob was dancing in front of Tom. Cheryl's fingers moved against my pussy as she continued her assault on my breast.

When I didn't think I could take any more without cumming, Tom intervened. "Enough of that for now," he said as he pulled Cheryl's head up by her hair. "Too much pleasure too soon is bad for her training."

"Aww," whined Cheryl. "Let me make her cum to show her what a slut she really is."

"I am not a slut!" I stated emphatically. "A slut has choices. You aren't giving me any."

"Maybe not right now," laughed Tom. "But soon you will be pleading with me to let you be my slut, and not only just for tonight."

"Never!" I cried. But even as I defied him my tits were aching for more attention. He must have seen it in my eyes because he gave Cheryl an instruction that sent shivers down my spine.

"Cheryl, bring me our little tit whip from the duffle."

An evil grin momentarily distorted her pretty face. Quick as the bunny that she was she jumped off the bed and returned with a short braided leather rod from whose tip dangled three or four knotted thongs. She lay the strips across the top of my left boob and put the whip handle in Tom's hand. Flicking his wrist he worked the knots over and around my nipple.

"Oh god...", I whimpered, tensing my body.

Cheryl wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head back, giving him plenty of rooms to swing the whip and hit where he wanted. "Relax sweetie," she said. "You will learn to love this like I do. It stings so good and makes you so ready to be fucked."

Swish, splat..... swish, splat.... The barbed strips moved over my tit, coming down from the top, up from the bottom, and side to side like spraying a car with a garden hose.

"OWWWW....' I bounced up and down in the chair in a hopeless attempt to escape the sharp stings. Just when I thought I couldn't stand anymore, he moved to the other tit and began again.

"Stop... please stop..... I'll do what you want... anything..... oh god......" Tears were dripping down my cheek. I wondered why my pussy kept getting wetter.

He seemed pleased with the effect and pulled back. After pausing to let me catch my breath he extended the braided handle so that the edge just touched my protruding nipple. A slight back and forth motion of his wrist was all it took to tease them into being even harder.

"Check her," he said to Cheryl. "I think she might be ready for the next step."

Cheryl knew exactly what he meant. It occurred to me that they had done this before. Her hand went under my skirt.

"Definitely wetter than before," she announced.

"Good," he said. "Show her what I like." He dropped the whip and lay back on the bed. The fabric of his jeans stretched tightly over his bulge. I had a pretty good idea of what was coming.

A big smile appeared on Cheryl's face, and her eyes shown with excitement. She looked back and forth between my reddened tits and his obvious hard on. He put his arm over his eyes, signaling that he was turning control over to her.

"Okay, my dear," she said. "Time for your first lesson in man pleasing. You have great tits, but we have to keep those nipples extended. I'll just clip on these clothes pins for now."

"Ahhhh..." I felt two sharp pinches as the hard wood clamps were applied, but the momentary pain quickly became erotic. It was something I had thought about, but until then had never experienced. These two were leading me into new territory.

She gave the dangling pins a couple of swats and turned her attention to Tom. A quick jerk and his belt was free. Leaning over him, she nuzzled his bulge with her nose and mouth as she pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His big cock jumped out like it was spring loaded. "My god," I gasped.

"Nice isn't it," said Cheryl as she caressed him with her finger tips. "It never ceases to amaze me. He must like you, 'cause he's super hard."

I suddenly noticed that he was all skin. "What happened to his hair?"

She laughed. "I make sure he's always clean shaven, just as he does for me. When you're into oral sex as much as we are, it's so much better without eating hair pie."

Tom's cock was twitching and waving like a pine tree in the wind. She seemed to know just where to touch it to get the most reaction. Little pleasure noises were coming from his mouth. "Had much experience giving blow jobs?" she asked sweetly.

The truth was I had only done it once. My boyfriend seemed to like it well enough, but he came so fast I didn't have time to do much experimenting. "Not much," I admitted.

Her fingers were teasing the underside of his crown. "The trick is to go slow," she explained like she was teaching a cooking class. "You don't want to just gobble it down and suck on it. Use your tongue to lick it like a popsicle, like this...."

I was fascinated. She alternated long sweeps of her tongue with little dabs around the tip. He was huge and stiff as a board. I could see his hips begin to make little humping movements. "You are so good Cheryl," he moaned. "Teach her well. I want to feel that virgin mouth on me. If she hesitates, use the switch."

She grinned at him. "Don't worry sweetheart. I am going to turn her into a first class cock sucker. But to do that I have to get these jeans off of you. Lift your hips."

Down came his pants, dragging his boxers with them. She scooted my chair back so that she could pull off his motorcycle boots and get the tight jeans completely off. Then she pushed his legs apart and slid my chair between them. I was inches away from his throbbing cock.

"Now we can get all the tender places," she said. "The underside of his balls is really sensitive. Watch carefully."

Dropping to her knees beside my chair she managed to get one of his legs up on her shoulder. The result was an open path for her to lift his balls and get her mouth under the hanging nuggets. Her tongue darted around like a frog snapping insects, making him twitch and moan like he was about to explode. I wanted to get my mouth on him too, and leaned forward in my chair.

Cheryl sensed my movement and looked up at me, still licking and teasing him. Her eyes gave me permission, and I lowered my head to lick at the quivering stem. With two tongues working on him his groans were getting louder.

"I love seeing him like this," Cheryl sighed. "He's close. Take the head gently in your mouth and gum it with your lips."

I did as I was told, while Cheryl milked his balls with her hand. The muscles in his leg tightened and his cock jerked in my mouth. "Hold on," urged Cheryl. "Don't let him slip out and get ready to swallow."

The creamy fluid sprayed against the roof my mouth in powerful spurts. No sooner had I swallowed one, than another gusher slammed into me. He cried out and grabbed my head, plunging his cock deep into my mouth. Tied as I was I could not resist as my air was cut off, and he was so consumed by the sensations he was feeling that he did not seem to notice.

Cheryl recognized my problem. "Relax and breathe through your nose," she said. "Let him into your throat."

It took all my concentration, but I was able to do it. The feeling of being dominated and used was incredibly arousing. Finally he spasmed one last time and released my head. I gasped and fell back in my chair, white cream dripping out of mouth. Cheryl made a track through the sticky fluid with her finger tip and smiled at me.

"You're a natural," she said. "A few more tricks and you will be a qualified sex toy like me."

Tom sat up on the bed. "Whew. That was something." He released the clothes pins from my tits, letting the blood flow back in and making me cry out. "I may reattach these later," he said. "They're good for keeping your points long and hard."

Cheryl stood by, looking pleased with herself. "Good teaching job, Cheryl," he said. "You deserve to be rewarded. Now I will now be the teacher and show Miss Candy how to eat pussy."

"YES," said Cheryl enthusiastically. "I'm ready to feel that lovely mouth. This will probably be her first time doing a woman, and you will have to force her, which will turn her on like she can't believe."

"Oh no," I wailed. "I'm not a lesbian. Don't make me do this."

His response was to tell Cheryl to get ready. "Take off your clothes. I want you completely naked so I can use the tit whip on you while she pleasures you. The last time we did it like that you went crazy."

"God yes!" She stood beside the bed and kept her eyes on mine as she slowly stripped. I had always been curious about what sex with a woman would be like, but I never imagined being in a position like this. Cheryl delighted in erotically revealing her body to me, piece by lovely piece. She had a great figure, and she knew it.

The switches were on the bed where she had left them. Tom picked up one and used it to lift Cheryl's newly exposed breast. She stood very still, offering her tit to whatever he wanted to do to it, her arousal palpable. I watched in amazement as he flicked her with the switch, dragging the rough bark across her stiff nipple.

"Ahhhh..." she whimpered and took a deep breath.

"Chest out Cheryl," he barked. "You know you love it. You do, don't you? Tell me and Candy how hot it makes you when I punish your tits."

"Ohh.... yes damn it... ahhhhh......"

"Yes what, bitch?" The end of the stick was thrusting against her swollen bud.

"OH GOD....YES SIR...."

"I imagine your nipple is getting a little agitated. Maybe Candy should kiss it and make it better."

Cheryl seemed to be waiting for just such an opportunity. She swung a naked leg over my lap and sat on me, her tits right in my face. "OH NO!" I protested, trying to turn my head. But with my hands tied behind me I could not prevent her from gripping my hair and forcing my mouth down on her nipple.

"Suck her," commanded Tom. "Or YOUR tits will be sorry."

What could I do? I went to work on the sexy treat before me. Cheryl's nipple was like a ripe olive, and the more I sucked, and licked, and nibbled, the more she squirmed on my lap and wiggled her pussy up against me. It was a totally new experience and it was making me very hot.

"Okay, Cheryl, now lie back on the bed just like I was. I am going to release her legs and get rid of the chair so that she can go down on you with her ass in the air."

The superheated blonde slid off of me and back onto the bed. "Tom, keep her hands tied behind her. I want to feel only her mouth."

"Good idea," he said. "It will also make it easier for me to control her."

In a few seconds I found myself bent over between Cheryl's legs, the aroma from her filling my nostrils. "Keep your legs straight," ordered Tom, as he raised my little skirt and bared my ass. The rough switch was drawn across my bulging cheeks like a bow on a bass fiddle. I could imagine what it was going to feel like if he used it to spank me.

"Start with only your tongue," he instructed. "Lick around her inner thighs and lower stomach. Make her crave your touch." The switch tapped my ass to let me know that refusal was not an option.

Her skin was hot and moist with her desire. From the first contact with my wet tongue she began twisting and moaning her pleasure. I painted a trail along the top of her pussy and down her hip. When I tried to lick high on the inside her thigh, she pushed upward, and my nose brushed her pussy. She sighed with pleasure, but it also gave her an excuse to complain. "She's touching me with more than just her tongue."

SWISH.... SPLATT... The switch stung my ass. "Follow instructions," he growled.

"But....," I objected.

SWISH.... SPLATT... "But nothing. Do as I tell you."

I kept lathering her, my nose continuing to take in her enticing aroma. Tom was caressing my ass with the switch in one hand, and using his other hand to tease Cheryl's nipples with the tit whip. She twisted her hips to try to get my mouth where she wanted it.

"God Tom. She's driving me crazy. Make her do me properly."

He laughed and smacked her tit with the whip. "And if I do what will you do for me?"

"ANYTHING YOU WANT. You can fuck me, or fuck her. I'll hold her if you want while you give it to her in the ass."

That last comment really got my attention. I certainly was not ready to have that huge cock in my ass. But Tom seemed to like the idea. "Ummmm.... okay Candy, move your mouth to the main target. Kiss and suck on her like you would want it done to you."

"Yes sir," I said, getting into my role as their sex toy. Tentatively I began probing her with my tongue.

"Ummm... that's good. Right there. Yes.. Yes.. A little higher. Ohhhhh yesssss...."