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Teenage Sex Slave

Chapter 9

Teenage Sex Slave


				     Chapter 9


	"Mistress" Connie decided that she needed a tongue bath to get rid of
the sex odor she had contracted as a result of her lengthy day and night of
fucking. She began to give me detailed instructions on how I was to perform this
service. "I want you to start on the soles of my feet and lick every square inch
until I'm satisfied. Then I want that tongue to coat my ankles with plenty of
saliva before you do each toe and make sure that every little bit of whatever is
lodged between then is properly sucked up and swallowed. Then you can follow the
contours of my feet, going from side to side and back and forth until you leave
a uniform coating. Then I want you to blow on my feet until I know they're dry.
To reward you for doing a good job you'll be allowed to suck my pussy until I
have a nice big orgasm and then you can vacuum out all the pussy juice that I
produce and swallow every drop. I want to see and hear you smacking your lips
and telling me just how much you love the salty-sweet taste of my precious
essence as well as the filth that you removed from my dainty feet."

	I groaned inwardly, realizing that just to do that part of the tongue
bath could easily take an hour, that is, provided I could bring her off in a
normal amount of time. Mistress Connie must have read my mind, because she gave
me a nasty laugh and remarked that there wouldn't be enough time this evening
for me to complete this task, especially since my sister was also in the market
for a tongue bath. "What we expect from you now is a perfect job of cleaning off
our feet, then the insides of our upper thighs, plus our bellies and then after
you make us come again with your mouth and tongue, you can polish our assholes
until they glisten. "Mistress" Mona will check out your work on my brownie, and
I'll do the same for her. If you do a good job, we'll let you lick us until we
come one more time. By then you'll probably have a couple of hours to rest up
before your mom starts her day off draining your balls. Upon your return from
school tomorrow afternoon, very late is my guess, we will expect you to continue
the tongue baths as well as some other exercises that Ms Joyce will suggest."

	The one break I got out of this assignment was they uncuffed my wrists
and ankles from the spread eagle position and then recuffed my hands behind my
back. This left me in a position where I had plenty of freedom to move around,
which was necessary if they expected me to handle the job they had just
described. So I started my new life, on my belly, doing a good imitation of a
skin cleanser.

	The only way to describe the way their feet tasted and smelled was to
imagine a combination of salty dried sweat mixed with dirt and a sharp, bitter
taste like I once had when I ate a cockroach on a dare. I knew all this
punishment and humiliation I was getting was slowly but surely turning me into
some kind of a sicko like this guy in school who got hard-ons whenever he
smelled the farts from any girl, no matter how fat or skanky she looked. He used
to make it a point always to sit right behind this fat girl with pimples who ate
things that caused her to produce some of the worst farts that had ever stunk up
a classroom. He even tried to date her, but she thought he was too weird to be
alone with. Worse still, as far as I was concerned, was the strange mung that
accumulated between their toes. It smelled and tasted like the rest of their
feet, but it had a very disgusting texture, kind of soft, but at the same time
real rubbery, so you had to swallow it whole rather than chew it.

	By the time I was done satisfying my two "mistresses" as far as their
feet were concerned, I was actually looking forward to eating their rank pussies
as a break from this disgusting task. Both still contained traces of the school
basketball team's cum contributions, but the known is always better than the
unknown, especially when you're being forced to suck out god knows what from the
totally used and abused pussies of two of the skankiest whores that ever
attended our high school. I perhaps got carried away by describing Mistress
Mona, formerly known as my sister the whore, as skanky. If she wasn't my sister
I would have been hustling her into the sack every chance I got. However since
she was my sister, and therefore a natural enemy because she was older than I,
her sexy body seemed to have a burlap sack over it on most occasions.

	Mistress Connie just loved my tongue. I don't know how many times she
would tell my sister of this fantasy she had that I was married to her and
totally addicted to her pussy which I gobbled first thing in the morning and
chowed down on until she fell asleep at night. Naturally my sister was also
living with us and when I wasn't working to support them, or eating Connie's
pussy, I'd be either fucking or eating Mona's cunt while Connie and her swapped
kisses. Girls can have the weirdest ideas, but come to think of it, here I was
in the hands of a whole bunch of crazy women at school. Compared to them, mom,
sis and Connie were almost normal. At least they didn't always try to hurt and
humiliate me like the teachers did.

	The pussy eating took a lot longer than I thought. The start of the
tongue bath had gotten them in the mood for an extended session of boy's tongue
and mouth meet girls' pussies. I lapped away as they gave very precise
instructions as to where to lick, kiss and nibble and just how long to do it. I
got a couple of mouthfuls of pussy juice mixed with basketball player cum and
some unknown goo gash that was something new to me. My sister, bitch that she
is, hinted that she was starting her period and was looking forward to me
becoming her tampon for the next four or five days. You talk about a fate worst
than death, that was it!

	Doing Mistress Connie's inner thighs was no sweat at all. There was
hardly any meat on those bones and what there was tasted a bit salty, but did
not have any of those strange flavors of the month that I detected while doing
her feet. However there was a fly in the ointment and that was the skin rash and
collection of pimples that I encountered as I neared the entrance to her oozing
slot, leaving a trail of wet kisses and deep hickies in my wake. She made me rub
my lips and closed mouth against her rash to reduce the itching she was feeling
from it. That did not thrill me at all, as I wondered if it was contagious and
whether my face would look like a baboon's ass by the next day.

	My sister on the other hand had pretty good thighs, tapering and firm,
with almost no imperfections to talk about. I really got into sucking those
columns and leaving love bites that would stay for perhaps a week or longer.
Mistress Mona let me actually get to the point that I could lick her cunt lips
on the way from one thigh to the other, lapping up whatever my salty saliva
dissolved from her skin. Between enjoying my sister's firm thighs and having
Connie pulling my ass cheeks apart so she could blow on my rosebud to drive me
nuts, I was hard pressed not to shoot off.

	My cock throbbed like crazy when I went over Connie's flat stomach and
sucked all the lint and other goodies from her navel as she giggled like a
little girl. That was the first time I ever heard her laugh like a normal
person. Usually it was a nasty chuckle or sinister giggle that I heard as either
she or my sister did something nasty to my dick, balls or asshole. I managed to
collect a considerable amount of dried cum along with the other things that
coated her belly. Those guys from the team must have really delivered major meat
to this skinny skank, and evidently even pulling out caused some of their
contributions to be vacuumed out of her gang-fucked snatch.

	The highlight of this part of the bath was when she pulled the hood back
from her clit just as my tongue was crossing about two or three inches above it.
Once more she giggled like a simpering teenager instead of a nasty whore-skank,
and ordered me to take a detour and suck that little sex button until it got her
off. It took a few minutes and Mistress Mona was crying "no fair" the whole
time, but I got her juices flowing, or should I say spurting, and Mistress
Connie bucked and bounced that skinny flat-chested body up and down on the bed
and dribbled a nice stream of cunt sauce that dripped down onto the sheet.
Naturally when I did a repeat peformance on my sister's rounded belly, she also
demanded a detour to her hot button and once more my face took a pounding as she
twisted and writhed from the nice, big orgasm that developed from all the
nibbling and sucking I provided to her oversized clit.

	They took a short bathroom break before returning for the next portion
of the tongue bath. I could tell immediately that I was in for more trouble,
both of them had shit-eating grins on their faces. I was told to roll over on my
back this time. Connie, or Mistress Connie, as she wanted to be called at all
times, carefully settled her cunt down until my tongue, which she had ordered me
to stick out, made contact with her twat. Then I got surprise number one, she
hadn't bothered to wipe herself after pissing. For a moment I was irritated, but
then decided that something like this was small potatoes considering what they
might have dreamed up. I was in for another shock very shortly.

	I'd just about finished licking all the droplets of piss from Mistress
Connie's cunt when I felt my sister's hand wrapping itself around my joint. I
hadn't dumped a load in a few hours and I welcomed her little overture. That's
another word I like to use, thanks to that smart girl I gave a few mercy fucks
to a long time ago. She started stripping the skin with long slow strokes and my
dick got progressively harder with each pass of her magic hand. Mistress Connie
started to move her pussy mouth up and down my face, pausing when she knew she
had my nose trapped within the folds of her oozing twat. It was amazing just how
much cunt juice could drip from these two whores. Mistress Mona kept her hand
moving at a steady pace, but it wasn't fast enough or firm enough to produce
what was needed to get me over the top. I began to get frustrated, trying to
move my hips in a way to increase the friction and speed of her hand action.

	I heard Connie's voice as she told me to pay attention to what I was
doing. She wasn't exactly thrilled with the way I was doing her cunt. I tried to
concentrate on getting her off, but Mona's moves were too strong to ignore. I
started to gnaw on Connie's cunt lips and get into a position where my mouth
could start sucking on her clit. She wouldn't stand still for my efforts and
told me so. I was ordered to kiss my mistress' cunt lips one hundred times and
show her some enthusiasm when I did. She suggested that smacking my lips after
every kiss would be a reasonable way for me to show her just how tasty I thought
her cunt and whatever was dripping from it tasted. I was so screwed, and they
both knew it.

	I slowly smooched my way up her dripping trench, wondering just how much
of what was getting past my lips was basketball players' cum. While I made my
trip up to her clit, that bitch of a sister of mine tormented me by the teasing
she was giving my twitching cock. I was at her mercy, she had me by the balls,
and she knew it. Then she tried something new, jacking me at warp speed, but
only for maybe five seconds at a time. That was just enough to get me to the
edge, but not enough to get me off. Mona had spent a lot of time over the last
few months working on my dick, and she knew it almost as well as I did. It was
weird to realize that she was using her smarts about my joint to stop me from
coming, rather than making me come.

	When I got to the promised land of Mistress Connie's clit, she had me
give it a major tongue lashing to get it up and ready, and then she made me suck
it real slow and nibble on it as well. Finally she told me to kiss it like I
meant it and keep it up until she gave me further orders. All that time Mona was
bringing me closer and closer to shooting what felt like a gallon of boiling cum
onto the ceiling. Then just seconds from blasting off, the miserable bitch of a
whore grabbed my swollen balls and started to turn them into nut butter. My dick
started to shrivel and the pain from my strangled nads raced up to my brain and
spread out to the rest of my body. Mistress Connie cursed and slapped me across
the head as my teeth raked her fat clit because of all the pain Mona was giving
me. I arched my back and tried to roll over onto my stomach to protect my cock
and balls from further damage. That turned out to be a big error.

	I tried to kick the two of them off the bed, but my sister got a good
grip on my stones and tried to yank them off. Meanwhile Connie tried to tear the
hair from my head at the same time. I couldn't get away from both of them no
matter how much I twisted and turned. Finally Connie grabbed my ears in a death
gerip and threatened to rip them off if I gave them any more trouble. While I
was trying to deal with that, my miserable bitch of a whore sister kneed me in
the groin and followed that up by punching me in the nads. That was the end of
the fight. I doubled up and tried not to puke,that's how much I hurt. I cursed
them and swore revenge if it took the rest of my life. They ignored my threats
and got me on my back. Once more Connie's skanky cunt and ass came down on my
face. Mona was now straddling my thighs and slapping my cock from side to side,
using both hands. I was finished and let them know I was whimping out. The rest
was ugliness. I have no idea how much time it took to get Mistress Connie off,
but my tongue was sore as a boil before she finally moved that swampy snatch off
my face.

	Eating Mistress Mona's cunt was an exercise in embarrassment. Midway
through getting her to the point that she wanted to be, she decided to teach me
the kind of lesson I'd never forget, or so she thought. She leaned over, looked
me in the eyes and announced that she needed to take a piss, and since the
toilet was down the hall, she wanted to use me instead. Her skanky girlfriend
took the opportunity to grab my balls and give them a twist, telling me that
she'd squash them flat if I didn't do as Mona told me. It was one of the most
humiliating moments of my life to have to open my mouth so my sister could piss
down my throat. She only added to the feeling of total degradation by ordering
me to gargle with her piss before swallowing it. She controlled the flow and it
took many long minutes before she emptied her bladder into my belly. All that
time Mistress Connie kept reminding me that I was only moments away from
becoming one of those harem guys who couldn't fuck anymore. I was so whipped by
then that I almost started crying.

	Mistress Mona then proceeded to drop her pussy onto my face and had me
continue eating her putrid snatch until she grunted, clenched her thighs against
my head and came with a long, drawn-out moan while her bud simpered and tried to
bend my stiff cock back until it stood straight out from my guts. She didn't
make it, but she sure took most of the starch from it. Then she decided that she
needed to take a piss as well. My bitch whore sister laughed evilly as she
watched her girl friend position her skanky body to piss into my mouth. I opened
wide, feeling like the ultimate pussy whipped sissy boy and let her start
filling my mouth with some of the worst piss it had been my misfortune to ever
sample. I wondered what this skank ate to make her piss taste this bad. I
gargled and played with her piss until she couldn't pee any more. After
swallowing the last acid tasting drop of her yellow stream, my belly was rounded
from what was rumbling around inside my gut. 

	It was then that I caught the first and last break of this bad to the
bone session. The two bitches were too tired to have me do their assholes, so
they put that little task off until our next session which would be as soon as I
got home from special education, whenever that would be. My sister went out of
her way to let me know that mom would be in bright and early for some attention,
then she punched me in the balls again. I remember hearing her say that mom had
some new stuff to try out on me and she wished she was around to see me get it,
but she needed her beauty sleep. So after cuffing my ankles to the bottom posts
of the bed, they turned off the light and left me. I couldn't help but think
that those two would be chowing down on each other as soon as they found an
empty bed.


				( To be continued)



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