My name is Carla.  It used to be Carla Rousseman, but now it’s just Carla.  It’s the same name I was given by my parents, but my Mistress took it from me the day she broke me and made me hers.  Then she gave it back to me as a slave name.  She could have named me anything but she gave me back the name I had before.  She’s kind.  I love her.

Mistress has told me to write down my story.  It’s part of the Pride’s history, she says.  I like that – that I’m part of history – but it makes me feel guilty too.  Pride isn’t something a slave like me should have.  Mistress says I’m allowed to be happy when I please her though.  I know that this pleases her, so it’s okay for me to be happy about it.

Like I said, my name is Carla.  I’m the owned girl of Mistress Aisha Pashir, and of her wife Ms Jenni Haversham too.  Mistress wasn’t with Ms Jenni when she claimed and collared me, though.  She was with Ms Angelina – no, not [i]Ms[/i] Angelina, just Angelina – then.  

Angelina deserted Mistress about a year after Mistress collared me, because Mistress caught her hurting me.  That had been going on for months.  It started while Mistress was convalescing after that cunt Lynda Ward – Lynda Sevrin now – almost killed her, but Angelina ordered me not to say anything so as not to bother Mistress, so I didn’t.  Then Mistress came home a day early from a business trip and found me hung by my feet with my boobs chained to the floor.  Mistress wouldn’t let Angelina hurt me like that any longer.  They argued.  Angelina called Mistress weak and left.  She’s with the Pain Cult now.  I hate Angelina – not so much for how she hurt me, but for how she hurt Mistress.  One day I’m going to make her sorry for that.

For another year it was just me and Mistress.  We were still in Miami then, at the house on Star Island.  That was the time they now call the Schism, when the Pride split in two, when the Power Cult and the Pleasure Cult formed.  The Pain Cult came later, when Monique Morgaine turned up in Miami, but for a while it was just the two groups.  The Power Cult was really small back then, so there weren’t many people around at Mistress’s house.  I didn’t mind that.  Mistress was the only one I needed around.

I helped Mistress as much as I could during that time.  She was away a lot on business so I took care of the house.  I cleaned, I did laundry.  I did everything Angelina used to do and more.  It was my way of saying thank you to Mistress for taking care of me.  Later, after Mistress allowed me to wear clothes, she hired a part-time maid to do the cleaning so I had more time for other things.  I started to do the household accounts.  Eventually Mistress made me her housekeeper.  I love that job.  It makes me feel like I’m doing something really useful for Mistress and Ms Jenni.

Ms Jenni moved in a few months before we left Miami.  She’s Mistress’s girlfriend – wife, now – and she was never Mistress’s slave.  Mistress treats Ms Jenni like her equal.  I don’t think she really is – not quite, but she’s close.  She’s certainly no slave – not like me.

I remember the day Mistress broke me.  It makes me happy to remember that, but also sad to remember how naïve and arrogant I was then.  I was twenty years old, just finished my junior year at Fordham, and I went to Miami to save the Pride.  My Mom and Dad are both part of the Pride – both indwelt even.  My Dad’s an investment banker, and the CEO of the Felix Foundation which manages the Pride’s money.  Everyone thought Aisha Pashir was making big trouble for the Pride but nobody knew what to do about it.  I decided I could fix it – put Aisha in her place.  I did it partly for my Mom and Dad, partly out of sheer stupid arrogance, but mostly, I admit, to impress Sean Sevrin.  I had the biggest crush on him, even though he’s twenty years older than me.  I never had a chance with him of course, and now he’s married to that blonde supermodel bitch Lynda.

I never had a chance against Mistress either.  I remember how I barged into her house, laying down the law.  A few hours later I was curled up on the floor at her feet, licking her toes.  I still don’t remember how that transition happened.  All I remember is that being on the floor at her feet seemed like the best place in the world.  It still does.

I don’t exactly know why we left Miami.  I know it was a little while after Mistress found out that Angelina had moved in with Monique Morgaine.  The Pleasure Cult had already moved here to California.  Mistress decided she wanted to follow them, but I think it also hurt her to hear about Angelina.  She’s never said anything to me about it – I’m just her slave and her housekeeper, not her friend – but I suspect that’s partly the reason we moved.

Ms Jenni always knew about Mistress being a Domme though, and keeping slaves.  Ms Jenni’s a Domme too, though she’s kind, like Mistress – not a sadistic bitch like Angelina.  Some of Mistress’s followers aren’t nice, but Ms Jenni is.  She’s strict and she punishes the slaves – me included – if we step out of line, but she’s always fair.  I love her – not as much as I love Mistress, but I still love her.

Mistress and Ms Jenni make a great couple.  I love seeing them together.  They’re very different in appearance.  Ms Jenni’s a tall, slim blonde – almost six feet tall, with hair down to her waist and eyes the color of the ocean on a sunny day.  She has tiny boobs, though her nipples are really long.  Mistress is slim too but she has short hair that’s jet black and her eyes are almost black too.  I love those eyes – except when I displease her and she gives me ‘the look’.  That look makes me cry.  

Mistress is much shorter that Ms Jenni – five feet five – though that’s still taller than me.  I’m only five feet two.  Mistress usually wears heels too, even around the house – even with a bikini.  I’m not allowed to wear heels, except sometimes when I go out with Mistress or Ms Jenni – and I don’t go out much.  I don’t like to go out.  I did go out the other night with Mistress and Ms Jenni, to a restaurant and a bar on the beach in Blue Water Harbor, and I got to wear heels then – but I’ll get to that later.

I like to stay home and take care of the house.  I love the house on the hill above Blue Water Village.  From the patio you can see the whole town and even see big ships going by, a long way out to sea.  With the telescope Mistress keeps on the deck on top of the cabana, you can watch people on either of the beaches, each side of the peninsula.  I do that sometimes.

Mistress gave me my own room here.  It even has its own bathroom.  The bed’s quite small and the mattress is hard – I love it when Mistress and Ms Jenni take me into their huge, soft bed with them – but it’s much nicer that than the dog crate that I used to sleep in, back in Miami.  I’m only little but I couldn’t stretch out in the crate and I used to get cramps a lot.  Mistress still keeps the crate in my room, though she hasn’t made me use it in a long time.  Every now and then, I sleep in it even though she doesn’t make meh.  It reminds me of how much better my life is now.  It reminds me to work hard and always please her.

It’s not like I don’t get to meet people, even at home.  Mistress has lots of people over to the house..  She has other slaves besides me, but I’m the only one who lives with her.  Like I said before, I’m not allowed to be proud about that, but it makes me happy.  She also has followers who are part of the Power Cult but not slaves.  They spend a lot of time at her house.  Some of them even stay over.  I get to spend time with them.  We all adore Mistress so it’s nice.

Sometimes, if someone pleases her, Mistress loans me to them for a day or a night.  I don’t mind that – not even when they use me for sex.  I’d be quite happy if it was only Mistress who I serve that way but I know it pleases her when I please them, so I do my best and I enjoy it anyway.  Mistress says that serving the Power Cult is serving her, and serving her is what I’m for.

If Mistress wants to punish someone, she sometimes make them serve me.  She makes them give me pleasure and I’m not allowed to pleasure them in return.  Making them lower than me is her way of humiliating them.  It doesn’t feel quite right for me to be superior to someone, but I do it for Mistress and the orgasms are nice.

Mistress taught me I’m a slut.  Before I met her, I’d only ever been with men – only two men.  I thought I was straight.  I’d never thought of making love to another woman until I met Mistress.  Then it was all I wanted to do – to make love to her.  She made me wait though, for a whole month after she collared me.  She said I had to earn the privilege.  I remember how I cried with joy the first time I made her cum.

A few days ago, I was serving breakfast to Mistress and Ms Jenni by the pool.  They were alone.  There were some people staying over but they were still asleep.  Mistress had dismissed me early but I suspected she’d played with them until late.

Mistress was dressed in a short white robe.  She always slept naked and often stayed that way when she got up but it was cool outside that morning.  I’d been up already and noticed the weather, so I had a robe ready for her when she came down.

I even had a tee on.  I’m allowed to wear clothes except sometimes when Mistress or Ms Jenni want me naked, but normally I don’t wear anything except my collar when I’m home.  This morning though, I wore a big pink tee that came down past my butt.  My favorite colors are pink and black.  Mistress tells me I look good in those colors.  They go with my black hair and fair skin.

Ms Jenni had been swimming.  She’s a dancer – she even has a studio at the house – but she likes to swim every morning.  She says it helps her stamina.  Ms Jenni was still naked from her swim.  She likes the cold more than Mistress does.  I’d brought her a robe too but she didn’t want it.  Like I said before, her nipples are really long and she dripped water onto the table every time she leaned forward to pick up her glass of juice.

Mistress looked at me as I poured their coffee and said, “Carla, you haven’t been out of the house in ages.”

I set the coffee cup down in front of her.  “I went out on Monday to pick up the dry cleaning, Mistress,” I reminded her.

Ms Jenni smiled.  “That doesn’t count, Carla.  You need to meet some people and have some fun.  You’re becoming a hermit.”

I smiled as I resumed my normal position, kneeling on the slate tiled patio between Mistress and Ms Jenni.  “I had a lot of fun last Saturday night, Ms.”

“You spent half the night munching on Brittany Beckett’s pussy while her husband and his friends all fucked you,” observed Mistress.

“It was fun, Mistress.  I enjoyed serving Ms. Brittany.”

Brittany – ” I shivered as Mistress corrected me sternly, “ – is getting far too big for her boots.  She didn’t even ask my permission to use you.  I let it slide that night, but I’m going to have to put her in her place very soon.”

“I’d love to call her out and kick her ass at the next party,” offered Ms Jenni.

“I think it will probably happen without us getting directly involved,” replied Mistress with a smile.  “Our resident researcher…Professor Carrington…has designs on Britney, I think.”

“Britney wiped the floor with her when they fought back at the start of the summer,” Ms Jenni said.  “I remember she and her group brought Vanessa Carrington up here and gave her to you as a present.”  I remembered that day too.  Six of them had arrived early in the morning and carried that girl – Vanessa – into the house on their shoulders, all beaten up and sticky with their jizz.  They must have used her all night.  The thought of that made me shiver again, in a much nicer way.  

Mistress noticed and stroked my hair.  I used to have longer hair, down to my shoulders back when I was Carla Rousseman, but now I wear it short – shorter than Mistress’s – so I don’t need to spend any time dealing with it.

“She’s come a long way since then,” Mistress remarked.  “A few of the girls from the Pleasure Cult – Morgan, Leila – have taken her under their wing and training with her.”

“Has she fought again, yet?  Won?”

Mistress shrugged.  “There’s a rumor of something at the Eyrie last weekend.  I heard she lost…but that was to Monique.”

Ms Jenni’s eyes widened.  “She fought [i]Monique{/i]?”

“So I heard…and did well too, according to the stories.  Even Monique was impressed.”

“Wow,” said Ms Jenni.  “Did Monique mark her?”

Mistress sipped her coffee and nodded.  “In her navel.  I heard that from Anna Sotheby who actually did the piercing.  But here’s the thing…Monique was so impressed she didn’t claim her for the night and use her.  She let her go.”

Miss Jenni’s jaw dropped.  “Seriously?”

“So Anna told me, and she had no reason to lie.”  Mistress smiled.  “So you see, all we need to do is put Vanessa and Brittany in the same room with one another, and let things unfold.”  She ruffled my hair again.  “But we were talking about Carla and how she needs to get out of the house.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing that either,” said Ms Jenni as I stood up to refill her juice glass.  “It’s been a while since I got some cock, and even longer since I hit on some hottie and strummed her subbie strings.”  She giggled.  “Especially when she didn’t know she had any.”

Mistress raised a dark, perfectly penciled eyebrow.  “You’ve got a short memory, darling.  Last night you were riding Matt Fuchs like he was a racehorse.  She chuckled as she reached up under my tee and squeezed my bottom.  “Though I was neck-and-neck with you, on his wife’s face.”

Mistress Aisha and Ms Jenny are both bi.  It makes things easier when they take a couple to bed, like they did last night after they dismissed me – no need to worry about who takes who.  Of course, anyone could take me – man or woman – so long as Mistress is okay with it.  I’m a slave.  I’m there to serve and be used.

Ms Jenni replied, “That doesn’t count.  We’ve been hanging out here, with our own people, for way too long.  What you said about Carla applies to us too.  We need some fresh excitement.”

Mistress chuckled.  “Some fresh meat, you mean.”

Ms Jenni laughed along with her.  “That too.”

“It’s settled then.  We’ll have a night out, tonight.  Let’s stay local though.  How about Combers, down on the beach?”

“Sounds great,” said Ms Jenni.  “And you’re coming too, Carla.”

“Yes Ms,” I replied.  I’d have been happy just to stay home and take care of the house for them but if they wanted me to go with them, I would.

“We’ll find you a man for the night,” promised Mistress.

“Or a woman,” offered Ms Jenni.

“Or one of each.”

“Or several of each.”

I blushed and they both laughed.  I smiled.  I knew I’d enjoy it so long as I was with Mistress and Ms Jenni.  They knew too.

I spent the day doing what I normally did.  I fixed breakfast – lunch, really – for Matt and Valerie Fuchs when they finally got up, and served it to them on the patio.  Mistress had already gone out – she had some business meetings – and Ms Jenni was practicing upstairs so I took care of them and showed them out after they’d eaten and showered.

The rest of the day was taken up with my usual chores.  I had a cold drink waiting for Mistress when she arrived home – she always texts me when she’s on her way.  Mistress gave me a cell phone but I never call anyone.  The only people who call me are Mistress and Ms Jenni, if they want me to do something outside my normal routine.

After I gave her her drink, Mistress told me to go get ready to go out, so I did.  Mistress gave me my own room on the third floor – or I guess it might be on the second floor.  The house is built on a hillside and the front door is on the middle floor.  Anyway, I have my own bathroom so I went there and took a shower.  I washed and dried my hair too.  After that I knelt in the middle of the floor in the bedroom and waited for Mistress or Ms Jenni.  One of them would come and tell me what to wear.

It was Ms Jenni who came.  She was naked, like she usually is when there’s no reason for her to dress.  She smiled at me when she entered the room.  I smiled back at her but I kept my eyes lowered.  I’ve learned to see really well out of the edge of my vision so I don’t have to look Mistress or Ms Jenni in the eye.  

Ms Jenni came over to me and stroked my cheek.  That made me shiver.  She smelled good.  She had perfume on so I knew she had showered too.  She went over to the big walk-in closet in the corner.  “Come with me, Carla.”  I got up and followed her.

I stood in the doorway and watched while Ms Jenni picked through the clothes that she and Mistress had bought for me to wear. I always think it’s funny, how there’s a closet full of clothes but I hardly ever wear anything except my collar, or a pink tee and sometimes black yoga pants when I go out to run errands or when Mistress just doesn’t want me to be naked. Mistress and Ms Jenni like to dress me up when we go out though.  They want me to look nice.  I like looking nice for them, too.  It’s part of pleasing them.

Ms Jenni picked out a couple of dresses and held them up against me, before she decided on a black bandage dress.  It was long sleeved with a high neckline and came quite a long way down my thighs.  It had a silver zipper all the way up the front.  When I put it on and zipped it up, the zipper was just a finger’s width below my collar.  

Ms Jenni used a silver padlock to fasten the zipper to the D-ring at the front of my collar.  That meant nobody could undress me except Mistress or Jenni who would have the key.  I liked that.  It made me feel safe.

“Look at yourself, Carla,” Ms Jenni said.

I turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the wall.  The dress wasn’t very revealing – not the usual way – but it hugged every inch of my body.  I wasn’t wearing anything else under it – I didn’t need to.  Mistress makes me wear a bra when I work out or when I go out because even though I’m little, I have big boobs.  “Take care of them,“ Mistress says, “or they’ll be down around your knees before you’re forty,” I’m a D-cup.  Good Jewish genes, my Mom used to say.  This dress was really stretchy though and it held me just as firm as a bra would have.

I think my boobs are another reason Angelina hated me – hates me.  She’s got some weird thing about girls with big boobs.  Mistress says it was something to do with a swimsuit model, back when Angelina was a model too.  I can’t imagine Angelina ever being a model.  She’s a skinny bitch hag.  One day I’ll pay her back for hurting Mistress.  That will be a good day.

Ms Jenni stood behind me.  She’s tall enough that she can look right over my head.  “You look hot!” she said and smiled.

I smiled too.  I liked to look nice for Mistress and Ms Jenni.  I wanted them to be proud of me.  I couldn’t be proud but I could make them proud.  “Thanks Ms Jenni,” I said.

Ms Jenni put out shoes for me.  They were open toed sandals – I’d already painted my toe nails and my finger nails cherry red – with ankle straps and five inch stiletto heels.  I put them on and they made me feel like I was on stilts.  I’d still be shorter than Ms Jenni of course – she was five feet eleven, barefoot – and I knew Mistress would wear at least four inch heels.  She’s five feet five so she’d still be two inches taller than me.  I like to be the smallest when I’m with Mistress and Ms Jenni.  It feels right.

Ms Jenni added bracelets on both my wrists, with rings on them in case she or Mistress wanted to restrain me.  They could fasten my wrists together or cuff me to a table to keep me from wandering off.  Not that I would.  My place is always with them.  A sudden chill went through me.  “Ms Jenni?” I asked.

“Yes Carla?”

“You won’t leave me alone when we’re out, will you?”  I don’t like to be alone.  People might want to use me.  That’s ok when they have Mistress’s permission – or Ms Jenni’s – but if I’m on my own, they might try to use me without asking.  Then I have to fight them.  I don’t want to fight anyone – except Angelina – but if they don’t ask Mistress or Ms Jenni, then I don’t have a choice.  It’s only happened once – some blonde bitch named Robin, from the Pain Cult.  She would have beaten me and claimed me for the night but then she called Mistress a cunt.  That made me mad and I knocked her out.  I don’t like fighting.  I might not get mad enough to win, next time.  Then I’d be claimed for the night.  I didn’t want to spend a night away from Mistress and Ms Jenni.

Ms Jenni kissed me.  “No, pet.  We won’t leave you alone.  One of us will stay with you the whole time.”

I smiled again.  “Thanks Ms Jenni.”

“I’m going to go get dressed too.  Do your makeup and meet us downstairs in the den.”

I didn’t need much time for my makeup.  I added some eyeliner – I have dark eyes and Mistress says they look good when they’re lined out – and some lipstick that matched my nail polish.  Then I went straight downstairs so as not to keep Mistress and Ms Jenni waiting.  I had to walk carefully in those heels, especially on the stairs.  I’m most comfortable barefoot but Ms Jenni wanted me to wear the heels so I did.  I was kneeling there – it wasn’t easy in that dress and those heels – when Mistress and Miss Jenni came down.

Mistress was wearing white, like she usually did.  This time it was a strapless tube dress, shorter than the one I wore.  Mistress isn’t as curvy as me but she has nice boobs, a really tight butt and long legs to kill for.  She wore high heels like I thought she would.  They were red like my nails.  She also had gold hoop earrings and a gold necklace.  I couldn’t wear jewelry like that.  I’m just a slave.  It wouldn’t be right.

Ms Jenni wore a midnight blue dress that was sleeveless and just a little bit sheer.  It came all the way down to her ankles but it was slit up the left side to her waist.  I could tell – anyone would be able to tell – she was naked underneath.  She wore high heels – white ones – that made her taller than Mistress but there was no getting around that, unless she went around on her knees and she shouldn’t do that.  That’s only for slaves like me.

It was just past sunset when we got into Mistress’s white Porsche 911 convertible.  Mistress drove, with Ms Jenni in the passenger seat and me in the back.  It’s a tiny back seat but I fit if I lift my knees up.

Mistress turned left out of the driveway and went up the hill, rather than down the hill toward the village.  She and Ms Jenni had obviously changed their plans but they didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask.  It isn’t my place to know such things.

We drove over the ridge toward Blue Water Harbor. I don’t go there very often.  When I go out, most times it’s just into the village, to the store or the drycleaners or the hairdresser when Mistress tells me I need a haircut.  I’d been to Blue Water Harbor once before though, on a night out with Mistress.  Ms Jenni hadn’t been with us that night – that was the night I’d had the fight with that bitch Robin.

I shivered again.  The people in Blue Water Harbor aren’t like us.  That’s where the Pleasure Cult lives – I could see David and Jane Masters’ house on the beach as we drove down the big hill – and the Pain Cult too.  Monique Morgaine’s house is hidden in the woods, up the valley.  Robin had been from the Pain Cult – her upper lip, her tongue and her pussy were pierced.  That’s what the Pain Cult does to girls they beat in fights.  Whoever beats them gets to choose where to pierce them.

Robin had wanted to claim me.  I know she would have pierced me too.  I would have had to wear the ring or the barbell or whatever for a month.  Mistress wouldn’t have liked that.  She might have punished me for losing, though I bet she would have found a way to punish Robin if she’d beaten me.  Besides, Angelina probably put Robin up to it.  I know Angelina wants to get her hands on me and hurt me again.  If I meet Angelina in a bar or a restaurant or on the street, I’ll make her beg for mercy, but if I’ve already lost a fight, then I can’t do that.  There are rules.

We parked the car on the street that runs along the beach front, next to a restaurant named Waves.  It seems like all the bars and restaurants in Blue Water have beach or water names.  I’d never been to Waves before but I Mistress and Ms Jenni had.  They’d talked about it.  Mistress said it was the best restaurant in town.

We walked a short distance down the path to the restaurant, which overlooked the ocean at the south end of the beach.  It was difficult for me to walk in those heels but Mistress and Ms Jenni walked slowly so I could keep up.  

I noticed when we walked in that the restaurant was almost full.  Mistress must have made a reservation though, because we didn’t have to wait for a table.  

It took a while to reach our table because Mistress and Ms Jenni stopped to greet a few people.  I knew some of them from parties at the house.  They were members of our cult.  Others though, I didn’t know.  I know all our people so I guessed they had to be non-aligned.  Most people, even if they aren’t formally members of a cult, at least have a preference.  There are a few who like to switch back and forth. I don’t understand that, but it’s their choice.

Some of the women at the tables we passed reached up and showed one or both their boobs to Mistress and Ms Jenni.  That’s a kind of salute among the Pride and their followers.  The men don’t do it, but men aren’t so important in the Pride so that doesn’t matter.  The women do it to show respect – not necessarily allegiance, just respect.  It’s also something the Power Cult and the Pleasure Cult do to show that they haven’t been claimed lately by the Pain Cult.  The nipples are a favorite place for the Pain Seekers to pierce their prizes, though they also pierce people in the pussy, the face or the belly button.  

It’s complicated though, because sometimes people get piercings for other reasons.  I have a ring in my belly button but it’s not from being claimed by the Pain Cult.  Mistress made me get it because she sometimes likes to fix me in place on all fours in the middle of the table at a party.

One of the women – Priya Ramiswami, a tall beautiful Indian woman who was sitting with her husband Sanjay – had been up to the house.  Priya had fought and beaten Emmy Clark the previous weekend.  Emmy was a Pleasure Cult member who worked for the local garden firm.  Priya had brought Emmy up to the house for a party on Saturday.  She’d used Emmy hard in front of everybody.  Mistress had liked that.  

Mistress rewarded Priya now by baring her own left breast and bending over so Priya could kiss her on the nipple.  She kissed Priya on the lips, then kissed her husband too.  She smiled at them both as she straightened up and covered herself again.  We moved on.  Mistress didn’t reward anyone else that way, even though several more women bared their boobs.  She just smiled and greeted them politely.

There was one girl – I didn’t know her but she was sitting at a table with Filomena Delarosa who ran the flower store in the village – who didn’t bother to acknowledge Mistress.  I don’t know if Mistress noticed that, but Ms Jenni sure did.  As we passed their table, Ms Jenni grabbed her by the back of her hair – the girl had a long brown ponytail – and jerked her head back.  “How dare you, Leah!” she hissed as she back-handed the girl across the face with her other hand.  The slap knocked the girl – Leah – right out of her chair.  She went sprawling on the ground at Ms Jenni’s feet.  The whole room went dead quiet.

Leah looked up at Ms Jenni, horrified.  I honestly think she hadn’t noticed us walk in.  Her mascara and eye liner was smudged and her eyes were puffy, like she’d been crying recently.  Maybe somebody had already taken her tonight and she was upset about that and distracted.  I don’t know, but maybe.

Anyway, she looked at Ms Jenni and then at Mistress and her eyes bugged open wide.  Right away she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide.  She was wearing a green sundress and it rode up around her hips.  She was bare underneath it.

“I’m so sorry Ms Aisha,” she replied.  Her voice was trembling.  She was afraid Mistress or Ms Jenni was going to kick her ass.    I could see the fear in her eyes.  She got on all fours and crawled over quickly to kiss Mistress’s foot.  “I…I didn’t see you come in.”

Mistress looked at her with the kind of look that makes me cry if I’m on the wrong end of it.  “Ignorant girl!” she scolded her.  Her voice made Leah shudder – me too.  “Pay more attention next time, and you won’t have to spend a night paying for your stupidity…like you will tomorrow.”

Leah’s mouth opened wide and her head seemed to swivel around on her neck as she gaped up at Mistress.  Her lips moved but no sound came out, then she finally stammered, “But I…”

Mistress gave her another cold look.  “Be there before dark.”  She smiled but it wasn’t her real smile.  “Or, if you prefer, Jenni can come fetch you.”

The girl’s eyes widened again.  “No! No, I’ll be there Ms.”

Mistress smiled again, more warmly this time.  “Of course you will.  I’m looking forward to it.”  We walked on, and I made a mental note to check, in the morning, that everything was ready in the dungeon, buried in the hill behind the patio downstairs.

The maitre’d led us to a table right at the railing next to the beach.  The restaurant isn’t a room so much as a covered patio, though there are screens they can roll down if the weather gets bad.  It was mild tonight though, with just a little bit of wind, so the screens were rolled up.  He seated us.  Well, he seated Mistress and Ms Jenni.  I knelt beside the table, close to Mistress so I wouldn’t get in the way of the waiters. My shoulder touched her hip.  I liked that.

I couldn’t see much of the restaurant from where I knelt.  I know better than to turn around unless Mistress tells me to.  I could see under the table and through the glass screen under the railing though, down to the beach.  There were a few people walking down by the high tide line and a couple – I couldn’t recognize them from this far away – were having sex over by the rocks.  No-one was taking any notice.  Public sex is the norm here in Blue Water.  It needs something more unusual than that to capture people’s attention.  I figured Mistress and Ms Jenni would be sure to do something noteworthy tonight.  I hoped they’d include me in it.  I smiled to myself.

Mistress stopped looking at her menu and glanced down at me.  “What’s that smile for, Carla?” she asked, but not unkindly.

“I’m just thinking about having fun tonight, Mistress.”

She smiled at me.  That made me feel warm.  “We’ll find you lots of fun tonight, pet…and lots of fun for us, too.”  She caught Ms Jenni’s eye, and they both smiled.

“Would you like to turn around so everyone can see you, Carla?” asked Mistress.

I knew the right answer.  “Yes please, Mistress.”

“Go on then.”  I shuffled around on my knees until I was facing the restaurant.  My back was turned to Ms Jenni and my other side was now turned to Mistress.

There were a lot of people there.  Mistress and Ms Jenni had only spoken to a few of them on the way to our table.  Some people looked at me while they were eating.  I didn’t look back at them.  I’m just a slave.  I felt a little afraid that they were looking at me.  I leaned a little to my right so my shoulder touched Mistress’s leg again.  That felt better.

Mistress and Ms Jenni ordered.  They didn’t order for me – I’m just a slave – but I knew they’d feed me from their plates.  Mistress would never let me go hungry.

I kept my head down – literally and figuratively – until their food came.  I didn’t want to catch anybody’s eye.  I wondered why we’d come here.  Mistress and Ms Jenni had to eat, obviously, but they’d originally planned to go to Combers in the village and the food was good there.  Why come here, to Blue Water Harbor?  This was where the other cults hung out.  All of the cults appeared everywhere, even in nearby San Vicente, but we were much more likely to meet Pleasure or Power cult followers here.  I wondered if Mistress or Ms Jenni were going to hunt tonight – to claim some girls.  I wondered if the girls would resist.  I hoped so.  I love watching Mistress and Ms Jenni dominate other women in a fight.  

‘Mistress?”

“Yes Carla?”

“Are you going to claim somebody tonight?  Or is Ms Jenni?”

Mistress laughed.  “You know me well, pet.  Yes, that thought has occurred to both of us.”

Ms Jenni laughed too and popped a shrimp into my mouth.  It was spicy and delicious.  “We’ll let you have a piece or her…or them, Carla.  But I promise you’ll be well taken care of, long before then.”

I didn’t really know what Ms Jenni meant but I could guess.  I smiled.  I trust Mistress and Ms Jenni.

People weren’t looking at us so much now.  Between the appetizer and the entrée, I looked around us, though I was still careful not to catch anyone’s eye.  They might think I was challenging them.  I didn’t want to have to fight anyone.

I wasn’t the only one kneeling here tonight.  There was another girl – a woman really since she looked a lot older than me – in a sky blue dress, kneeling against the railing between two tables near the opposite corner of the restaurant.  I didn’t recognize her.  Maybe she was new to town.  None of the people at those tables seemed to be paying any attention to her, so I didn’t know who she belonged to, either.  She had short red hair, though not as short as mine.  She wasn’t collared like me, but her hands were cuffed behind her back.  I wasn’t cuffed, though I had my hands clasped together behind my back anyway.  That was how I always knelt.

There were dark streaks on the woman’s cheeks where tears had made her makeup run.  She was upset and I could tell from the way she held herself very rigid that she was afraid too.  I knew how it felt to be afraid but I didn’t feel sorry for her.  If she’d been claimed, that was her own fault.  She was going to be someone’s slave for the night – probably a Pain Seeker because the Pleasure Cult didn’t usually need to cuff their prizes.  If so, it was because she hadn’t fought hard enough.  I’m a slave – Mistress’s slave – for ever and ever, but that’s it’s who I am.  I don’t cry about it.  I’m pleased to be who I am.

The redheaded trophy glanced at me, head down, out of the corner of her eye, like she hoped I wouldn’t notice.  I caught her eye and stared right back.  I wasn’t afraid – not of her.  I tilted my chin up slightly, just enough for her to notice.  She got the message.  She was lower than me.  She looked away, down at the floor.

I should have known Mistress would notice.  She did, and slapped me lightly across the back of my head.  It didn’t hurt, but it made me jump.  “Don’t get ideas above your station, Carla,” she warned me.  “This time tomorrow, she’ll be free.  You’ll still be a slave.”

I lowered my head.  “Yes Mistress.”  I didn’t say that was exactly [i]why[/i] I was feeling superior.  That wouldn’t be right to say – but Mistress had a point.  It wasn’t right to feel either.  I pushed the thought out of my mind.

The entrées came.  Mistress had fish, and fed me from her fork.  Ms Jenni had paella and she gave me some too.  They made smalltalk, mostly gossip about who was fucking who.  There’s a lot of that in Blue Water, and it isn’t always about claiming and fighting.  There are girls who are perfectly willing to fuck or be fucked – even to be claimed without a fight.  As for the guys – well, they’re guys.  They’re eager to help so long as they get to stick their cock in somebody.  There’s never a shortage of somebodies in this town.

When the meal was over, Mistress wiped her fingers and her mouth, then passed her napkin to me to do the same.  “Have you had enough, Carla?”

“Yes thanks, Mistress,” I replied.  I was full but not too full, and the food had tasted wonderful.

“Where to, now?” asked Ms Jenni.  “Do you want to head back over the hill and go to Combers like we first planned, or stick around here?”

Mistress thought for a second.  “Why not see what’s happening down the road at Bill’s?” she suggested.

Bill’s Bar was at the other end of the beach. We’d passed it on the way here.  I’d never been there.  That didn’t matter though.  If Mistress and Ms Jenni wanted to go there, I’d go with them.  I didn’t have a say in it.  I’m just a slave.

A few minutes later, after Mistress settled the check, we headed for the door with Mistress leading, Ms Jenni following and me bringing up the rear.  Mistress stopped at a table in the middle of the room.  Two women sat there.  I knew one of them – Wendy Barr.  Her Dad was the chef here and I’d heard gossip that her Mom was friendly with the Pain Cult, but Wendy was one of us and she’d been up at the house more than once.  I’d kissed her before – all over.  

Mistress bent to kiss her on the lips even before Wendy lifted her sequined top and pulled her bra down to expose her breasts.  Mistress bared her left breast too and let Wendy kiss it.  Ms Jenni stepped up beside her and did the same.  I hung back, then I bent over further and kissed Wendy’s left nipple.  I didn’t bare my boob to her. I couldn’t – my dress was zipped up and locked to my collar.  Besides, I wasn’t worthy for her to kiss my boob.  I’m only a slave.

The other girl at the table was a very busty brunette in a little black dress, with long curly brown hair and a pretty face.  I didn’t recognize her.  She smiled at us – even at me – though she didn’t bare her boobs.  Wendy introduced her as Lorena.  She stood up – she was about my height though it was difficult to tell with heels – and exchanged kisses on the cheek with Mistress and Ms Jenni.  

I hung back.  I didn’t deserve a kiss.  I wondered why Mistress and Ms Jenni were so warm toward this girl, since she wasn’t one of our people.  If she was, she would have bared her boobs or Ms Jenni would have knocked her down like she did to that girl Leah earlier.

As Mistress began to walk on again, Ms Jenni whispered to me, “Show her some respect, Carla.  She’s the one who fucked up Angelina in San Vicente a couple weeks ago.”

My jaw dropped.  No wonder Mistress and Ms Jenni liked her.  I stepped up to the table – Lorena had just sat down again – and bowed.  “May I, Ms?” I nodded toward her cleavage.  It wouldn’t take much for her to pop her boobs out of her dress.  They were halfway there as it was.

“May you what?” she asked.  She didn’t sound nasty or anything.  I think she just didn’t know what I meant.

Wendy piped in.  “She wants to kiss your boob, honey…like she did to me.  It’s a sign of respect…after your fight.”

Lorena laughed.  “Wow…I’ve gotten a lot of free drinks over that, but this is something new.”  She smiled up at me.  “Sure…go ahead.”  She hooked her thumb in the neckline of her dress and pulled it down.  She was wearing a bra – with those boobs, she had to – but she pulled that down too and her boobs jumped out.  Her nipples were very tiny.  That seemed strange since her boobs were so big but I didn’t waste time thinking about that.  I bent down until my ear touched the table, and kissed her left nipple thoroughly.

“Thank you, Ms,” I smiled at her as I stood up again.  Ms Jenni had already started to walk away, and I hurried after her and Mistress.  So [i]she[/i] was the one who’d beaten Angelina in a fight after Angelina tried to claim her.  More than that, she’d gotten every guy in the place to use Angelina afterwards – and Angelina hated to even be touched by a man.  The news had been all over town – most people didn’t like the skinny cunt any more than I did – but I didn’t know it was [i]that[/i] girl who did it.  I hoped Mistress would invite her up to the house some time and let me kiss more than her boob.

It was dark when we left the restaurant.  I don’t know what time it was.  Mistress gave me a wrist watch to wear around the house so I can plan my time and schedule the things I need to do for her, but I wasn’t wearing it that night.  I guessed it was approaching nine o’clock though, since it was fully dark, not just twilight.

There’s a street that runs along the beach front in Blue Water Harbor.  It’s maybe a half mile long and lined with tall pine trees on both sides.  On the beach side there are no buildings except the restaurant, Waves, at one end and Bill’s bar at the other.  Between them is just grass with more pines, leading down to the beach.  There’s a sidewalk though, so Mistress and Ms Jenni decided to walk.  That wasn’t easy for me in my five-inch heels but they held my arms and steadied me.  I like it when they do that.

About a third of the way, we met a couple – a guy and a girl – having sex up against a street lamp.  The girl was a slim, leggy brunette with long hair partway down her back, in a bright blue top and a white skirt.  Her guy was in jeans and a t-shirt, blonde haired and broad shouldered.  That was all I could see of him, since he was kneeling down and facing away from us.  The girl had her skirt pulled up around her waist, one leg hooked up over the guy’s shoulder, and his face was buried in her crotch.  She was certainly enjoying it because she was moaning and grinding herself on him, pulling his head into her pussy with one hand while she steadied herself against the pole with the other.

I didn’t know them – at least, I didn’t know the girl – and I don’t know if Mistress or Ms Jenni did, but Mistress stopped as we passed them and kissed the girl hard on the mouth.  The girl moaned louder and opened her mouth to Mistress.  Mistress slipped a hand into her hair and gave her a thorough tonguing.  The girl ground her pussy harder against her guy’s face.  Then Mistress broke the kiss, bent over and tugged the guy’s head back so she could kiss him too.  The girl whimpered when Mistress detached him from her pussy and humped the air while Mistress was kissing him.  Ms Jenni distracted her by kissing her hard too just like Mistress had done.

I noticed the girl had a gold stud in the left side of her nose.  That meant she’d been taken by the Pain Cult at some time.  She wasn’t wearing a collar or a necklace or a torque though, so I don’t think she was one of them.  Most likely, she kept the stud to show she had lasted a night with them and hadn’t been broken.  Some people do that.

When Mistress straightened up, her face was shining under the yellow street light, sticky with the juices from the guy’s face.  She was smiling the smile she gets when she’s turned on, and I could see her nipples poking through her white dress.  It made me excited to see her like that.  “Mistress?” I asked.

“Yes Carla?”

“May I lick your face clean?”  I knew that Mistress would want to look immaculate when we walked into the bar.  I also wanted to taste the girl’s juices and the guy’s saliva.  I hoped Mistress would let me.

Mistress smiled.  “Of course you may.”  She leaned toward me and I lapped at her moist cheeks and chin with my tongue, being careful to lick the juices off and not just spread them around.  That’s not easy to do but I’m good at it.  

Finally I stepped back and swallowed.  I liked the taste – their sex and the taste of my Mistress, all mingled together.  I smiled as I noted that Mistress’s makeup was still perfect. “Thank you Mistress.”

Ms Jenni laughed and stroked my cheek.  “You’ll get plenty of chances to taste some more tonight, pet.”  

I smiled at her too.  “Thank you Ms Jenni.”

We carried on down a slight slope, crossed the little bridge over the creek that empties into the harbor, and walked the rest of the way along the beach front to Bill’s Bar.  We didn’t meet anyone else on the way, though we did pass a few people on the other side of the street where there are some stores and a café.  Nobody else was having sex in public – at least not yet.  That kind of thing is pretty common in Blue Water.  It’s the Pride’s doing, of course.  They have that effect on people.  At least, the indwelt do.  I’m not supposed to talk about that though.  There are secrets within secrets.  Mistress says only the indwelt – the leaders and the core members of the cults – can talk about those things.

The ground slopes down from the road to the beach and Bill’s Bar is built at street level.  It’s almost two bars in one.  The first one, on the street side, has a small stage for a singer or a band.  That night there was a girl singing there, accompanied by a guy with a guitar.  The second bar faces the beach with tables and chairs dotted around.  It’s open on the beach side, though there are screens that can be pulled across in bad weather.  That bar is separated from the street-side one by a glass wall.

I followed Mistress and Ms Jenni down a wide hallway past the street-side bar, to the second bar overlooking the beach.  The music wasn’t so loud here.  About two-thirds of the tables in the room were occupied – this wasn’t San Francisco or New York where bars and clubs didn’t get jumping until after midnight.  Here, the partying started right after dinner – sometimes during, or even before.

Mistress and Ms Jenni headed across the room, with me walking a step behind, to the far corner where two girls I didn’t recognize sat at a table.  They saw us coming and their eyes widened.  Just like in the restaurant, boobs were bared and kisses exchanged.  Then the two girls moved to another table, and Mistress and Ms Jenni sat down.  

I remained standing, waiting.  “Would you like me to get drinks for you and Ms Jenni, Mistress?”

“Yes Carla.  That would be lovely.”

I went over to the bar.  On the way, I checked out the other people in the room, though I was careful not to make eye contact with anybody.  I didn’t want to get challenged. 

They were a mixed bunch – several male/female couples, a few female/female couples and some groups of four, five or six people.  Most were drinking and talking, though one girl – a slim brunette in a maroon sweater and a white skirt – was up on the table on all fours, kissing a guy like she wanted to eat him alive.  Her butt was raised up, her skirt was short and she wasn’t wearing panties – hardly anyone did in Blue Water – so she was showing her bare pussy to the whole room including the other three people at their table.  It wouldn’t be long before somebody noticed and took advantage of that – took [i]her[/i].  The thought made my tummy turn over.

I didn’t need to ask Mistress what she wanted to drink.  I knew her tastes and Ms Jenni’s too.  I ordered a Margarita for Mistress and a Long Island Iced Tea for Ms Jenni.  The bartender was a girl named Brenda who I’d met before.  She smiled at me as she made the drinks.  I smiled back.  She didn’t ask me to pay for them.  She knew who I am and who I belong to.  She knew Mistress wouldn’t try to stiff her.

I looked through the glass behind the bar into the other room.  It was quite full too.  There were a few people dancing and quite a lot sitting at tables around the walls.  I recognized some of them – Peter Otto and his wife Samantha were local celebrities.  They weren’t aligned to any particular cult but they’d been to parties at our house.  I looked past them and saw Peter’s mother Dora.  She had to be in her fifties but she had the body of a thirty year-old.  She was putting it to good use, riding one guy at a table at the back of the bar while she sucked on two others.  A woman was crouched in front of her, alternately kissing Dora and working on whichever cock Dora wasn’t.  I wondered if Mistress would have a bunch of guys use me later.  I hoped so.  I could feel myself getting moist at the thought of it.

I took the drinks back to the table.  “Thank you Carla.”  Mistress nodded to the floor at her feet.  “Turn around and kneel down between us, pet.”  I obeyed straight away.  I knelt with the leg of the square table at my back.  If I stretched up on my knees, the rounded corner touched the back of my neck and I could lean my head back on the table.  I didn’t, though.  I sat back on my heels.  My knees were together.  The tight dress kept them that way.  I crossed my wrists behind me, shoulders back and spine straight, the way Mistress likes when she shows me off.

Mistress took a sip of her drink, then offered a sip to me, holding the glass to my lips.  “Thank you Mistress.”

Peter and Samantha Otto had come through to our room and taken a table by the windows though they were some distance from us.  Mistress and Ms Jenni chatted, exchanging bits of gossip about this person or that.  I listened and looked at each of the people they mentioned, storing faces and information.  It might be useful if they come to our house and I have to take care of them.

“Mmm, look at him!” Ms Jenni exclaimed softly.  I didn’t need to look up to know she was licking her lips.  I could tell just from the tone of her voice.  “At the end of the bar.”

I looked.  The guy Ms Jenni was talking about was in his mid-twenties, tall and Latin-looking, with dark curly hair.  He had a trim, muscular body that his tight white t-shirt and blue jeans showed off pretty well.  He was standing with a beer bottle in his hand, looking through the glass into the other room.  I don’t think he knew Ms Jenni’s was staring at him.

“You think he’d enjoy being the meat in our sandwich, darling?” asked Mistress.  I smiled to myself.  I knew Mistress hadn’t used the word ‘meat’ accidentally.

“There’s only one way to find out.”  Ms Jenni got up and crossed the room, her long legs eating up the distance in a few paces.  Her long dress swirled around her with each step, baring her entire left leg and most of her butt cheek.  I watched admiringly.  

Ms Jenni walked up to the guy and said something – I couldn’t hear what – as she put her hand on his shoulder and turned him toward her.  He didn’t have time to reply though, because Ms Jenni pressed her lips – and her body – hard against his and kissed him like she meant it.  Which she did.  Ms Jenni doesn’t mess around when it comes to something – or someone – she wants.

I heard Mistress chuckle behind me.  I wondered if she and Ms Jenni would have their way with him here or take him home.  They often bring people home – sometimes more than one – when they go out.  Maybe they’d test drive him, as Ms Jenni liked to say, here and then take him home.  I wondered where I’d ride, though I didn’t worry about it.  Mistress would take care of me.

The guy stiffened when Ms Jenni kissed him – probably in more ways than one, I thought to myself – but then he responded, sliding one arm around her while he put his drink down on the bar before wrapping the other arm around her and pulling her close.  In her heels she was taller than him and draped her arms around his neck when she kissed him, running her fingers through his hair.  I could tell her tongue was deep inside his mouth, even from here.  From the way she was grinding against him, he was definitely hard.  If he wasn’t, he was either gay or dead.  I’d bet he wasn’t either of those.

I wondered whether Ms Jenni would bring him back here to our table or fuck him right there by the bar.  She might even go down on him.  Ms Jenni likes to suck cock.  She knows that it might seem like a subservient act but when it’s done the right way, it allows a woman to exert an amazing amount of control over a guy.  She’s got the power to decide when – and even if – he comes.  I don’t do it that way, of course.  I’m just a slave and my mouth is there to be used however and whenever – and by whoever – Mistress or Ms Jenni choose.  It’s different for them though.  They deserve the power.

I didn’t get to see what Ms Jenni would do though.  Suddenly a woman exploded into the room.  She strode purposefully over to the bar and, without even saying anything, she grabbed Ms Jenni by her long blonde hair and yanked her off the guy.  Only then did she yell out, “Get your fucking hands off him, [i]BITCH![/i]”

The woman was blonde but her hair was shorter than Ms Jenni’s and darker with hints of brown and red – a dirty strawberry blonde.  She was also [i]big[/i] – really big, as tall as Ms Jenni even in much shorter heels, and a lot heavier too.  She wasn’t fat but she was powerfully built with plenty of curves and a massive bust.  She wore tight black pants and a bottle green crop top that left her belly bare.  Her abs were dead flat with no hint of a belly.  Her black shoes had two-inch heels, if that.

I knew right away who she was.  Her name is Suzette Gerrick and she’s the local computer geek.  She’s been to our house a couple times to fix Mistress’s laptop and Ms Jenni’s tablet.  That’s what she does for a living.  I’d let her in and shown her to Mistress’s office but I hadn’t spoken much to her.  She scares me.

She was scaring me right then, as she hurled Ms Jenni away from her.  Ms Jenni stumbled on her heels until she slammed backwards into the edge of the bar.  She spread her arms and grabbed at it for support, obviously surprised and trying to figure out what had just happened.

“What the [i]FUCK[/i] do you think you’re doing with my date?” Suzette snarled.

Ms Jenni grinned as she pushed herself to her feet and swept her hair out of her eyes.  She’d clearly got her mojo back.  “I think that’s obvious.”  Her eyes narrowed.  “Maybe if you kept him on a shorter leash, he wouldn’t stray.” Then she added with an even wider grin, “To someone better than you, you fat cow!”

Suzette wasn’t fat but I knew what Ms Jenni was doing.  She was trying to make the other woman lose her temper.  It was pretty clear that Ms Jenni was going to have to fight Suzette for him – the bigger woman had already started the ball rolling with that hair-pull – and making her angry would make her stupid.  Not that she needed anything else to make her angry.  Her skin was pale but her face was already beet red.  Her chest heaved so much that her boobs looked like they were about to burst out of her top.  She was obviously mad as hell.

She had to be.  I mean, did she know who she was picking a fight with?  Ms Jenni’s quite slim and nowhere near as big as Suzette but she’s fast and ridiculously strong for her size.  I’ve seen her fight before and she’s vicious too when she needs to be.  Suzette was about to learn what a huge mistake she’d just made.

Sure enough, Suzette let out a growl like an angry cat and threw herself at Ms Jenni.  She was trying to use her size to squash Ms Jenni against the bar, knock the wind out of her and maybe hurt her back too from the impact with the edge of the bar.  Then Ms Jenni would be in trouble.  

As it happened, Ms Jenni was way too quick.  She seemed to sway sideways almost like a character out of [i]The Matrix[/i], twisting herself out of the way of Suzette’s charge.  She leapt forward away from the bar and rammed a knee up into Suzette’s gut.  The blow bent Suzette over at the waist and her forehead smacked down onto the top of the bar.  I could hear it all the way across the room.  I couldn’t stop myself smiling.  Ms Jenni had totally outmaneuvered her.

Ms Jenni spun on the ball of her foot.  She’s a dancer so she’s used to moving in heels.  She shoved her hand into the back of Suzette’s hair, holding her down on the bar as she started to rise, and then drove her fist hard into Suzette’s lower back, right over the kidney.  Suzette screamed in pain.

The guy they were fighting over had backed well out of the way.  He didn’t want to get in between those two at that moment.  Smart guy.  Men might be generally bigger and stronger than us but they don’t fight the way women do.  I’ve seen a few guys learn the hard way, just how nasty a girl can get in a fight – even me, and I hate to fight.

Suzette might have been hurt but she wasn’t out of the fight yet.  She used her size then and pushed hard with both hands against the edge of the bar, slamming herself backwards and hitting Ms Jenni with her butt.  The force of it knocked Ms Jenni a few steps backward.  That gave Suzette the space and the time she needed to straighten up and turn around.

Ms Jenni recovered her balance quickly.  She went back on the offensive.  Just as Suzette turned around, Ms Jenni grabbed her hair with one hand.  She sent a wicked slap to Suzette’s left cheek with the other.  That rattled the bigger girl and left her vulnerable to Ms Jenni’s next move which was to jerk her forward by her hair and lift another knee into her belly.  Good abs or not, Suzette wasn’t going to take too many kicks or knees like those before it really started to tell.

That would have been true if Ms Jenni’s knee had landed.  Instead, the big blonde used Ms Jenni’s pull on her hair to her own advantage.  She lunged forward and lashed out with both hands around Ms Jenni’s neck, pulling Ms Jenni in close to her so Ms Jenni’s knee just bounced off her thigh.  Then Suzette reared her head back like a snake, and smashed her forehead straight into Ms Jenni’s face.

I couldn’t help myself.  “OhMyGod!” I screamed out loud.  My hands flew up to my mouth in horror.  Mistress put a hand on my shoulder.  I could feel the tension in her touch, but it steadied me and I put my hands back down and crossed my wrists behind me where they should be.  I looked on with wide eyes.

The head butt stopped Ms Jenni in her tracks.  She staggered and her arms, which had been up to grab at Suzette, dropped to her sides.  I think she would have fallen if Suzette hadn’t held her up.  As it was, Suzette spun to her left, dragging and almost carrying Ms Jenni with her.  She flung Ms Jenni into the wall like she was a rag doll.  The reflections of the lights in the glass shook as the big panels shuddered.

The big blonde went after Ms Jenni before she could get herself together.  She threw a punch with her right fist that slammed into Ms Jenni’s left boob and knocked her harder into the wall.  It shook again.  Then she ducked low and launched her other fist in an uppercut that went up under Ms Jenni’s ribs and almost lifted her off her feet.  She bent double like a book snapping shut, and I saw the spit explode out of her mouth.  I whimpered.  I hated to see her hurt like that.  I even wished it had been me instead of Ms Jenni.

Suzette still wasn’t done, though I thought Ms Jenni probably was.  As she huddled, gasping and grabbing at her belly, Suzette got a hold of her hair again in both hands.  She yanked Ms Jenni off the wall and spun again in a half circle, the other way this time.  She hauled Ms Jenni along with her.  Ms Jenni was stumbling in her heels, trying to stay on her feet.  Suzette hurled Ms Jenni away from her like a sack of potatoes.  Ms Jenni went reeling across the room toward us, slammed into a table and went over it with her legs in the air, her skirt up and her ass and pussy bared to the whole room.  She crashed to the floor in a tangled heap on the other side.

Again I couldn’t help myself.  “Ms Jenni!” I leaned forward and my hands came out to help me boost myself to my feet so I could go help her.

“[i]No![/i]” Mistress’s hand went from my shoulder to my neck.  It wasn’t her grip on my collar that stopped me though.  Her voice – that one word – lashed me like a whip.  I froze without actually moving more than my arms.  I didn’t understand – why wouldn’t Mistress want me to help Ms Jenni? – but I obeyed her.  I knelt there trying not to cry.

The whole room was watching as Suzette strode between the tables to where Ms Jenni lay.  She bent over, got a fistful of Ms Jenni’s hair and hauled her up, halfway to her knees, pulling her other arm back to punch Ms Jenni in the face.  I held my breath.

Suzette suddenly gasped and doubled over.  I didn’t know why for a moment, but then I realized Ms Jenni had punched Suzette first – right between her legs.  As Suzette bent forward, bug eyed, Ms Jenni grabbed hold of the front of Suzette’s top and jerked her down further.  Still on her knees, still held by her hair, she sent a fist into Suzette’s middle, then another into her left boob, crushing it up against her chest.  I heard Suzette groan and she reared backwards – but then she rammed her knee up under Ms Jenni’s chin.  Ms Jenni cried out in pain – that sound broke my heart – and went over on her back, leaving a hunk of hair in Suzette’s hand. 

Ms Jenni still had her hand twisted in Suzette’s top though.  There wasn’t much to the top – it was sleeveless and backless – and as Ms Jenni fell backwards she tore it right off Suzette, leaving her bare to the waist.  She had magnificent tits.  I mean, mine are big but I’m short and quite tiny otherwise. Suzette is tall and solid but her boobs looked bigger on her than mine on me.  Everyone in the bar cheered but I don’t know if they were cheering Ms Jenni for stripping Suzette or cheering Suzette for kneeing Ms Jenni.

Suzette went back to the game plan Ms Jenni had interrupted.  She got her hands in Ms Jenni’s hair again and hauled Ms Jenni up to her feet.  Ms Jenni wasn’t really fighting back now.  I think the second hit to her head and taken the fight right out of her.  I was horrified.  What would happen now?  Would Suzette claim Ms Jenni for the night?  Would she use Ms Jenni here while Mistress had to watch?  Worse, would she let the whole bar use Ms Jenni?  All those things would be her right.  I trembled with the almost overwhelming urge to go help Ms Jenni, but I didn’t move a muscle.  My legs ached with the effort of keeping still.

Ms Jenni swayed on her feet like a drunk.  Still holding her with one hand, Suzette hauled off and bitch-slapped Ms Jenni across the face, first with a forehand that rocked her to one side, then a backhand that staggered her in the other direction and made a twin for the red welt on Ms Jenni’s cheek.

Strangely enough, I think the heavy slaps actually brought Ms Jenni back to the fight.  As Suzette drew her arm back again, Ms Jenni’s arms suddenly came up.  She hooked her fingers, shoved her hands up to Suzette’s neck and raked her nails hard down the big blonde bitch’s chest from her throat to her boobs.  Suzette shrieked in shock and pain.  The crowd cheered and this time I cheered right along with them.  “Fuck her up, Ms Jenni!”

Suzette let go of Ms Jenni’s hair and clutched both hands to her own chest, trying to pry Ms Jenni’s claws off her big tits.  Ms Jenni’s lips drew back in a snarl, baring her teeth as she went on the offensive again.  She sank her nails deep into Suzette’s flesh, gouging and twisting.  Suzette was screaming like a demon.  “[i]LET GO, YOU FUCKING BITCH![/i]”

Ms Jenni didn’t let go.  Instead, taking advantage of Suzette’s preoccupation with the mauling her tits were getting, she used her grip on them to swing Suzette around, unbalancing her.  That gave Suzette something else to think about, distracting her even more, and she never saw the knee that Ms Jenni drove up into her, just below the waistline of her tight-fitting pants.  

Suzette gave a grunt and her eyes closed.  Ms Jenni yanked her forward by her boobs and rammed her knee up again into the same spot.  Suzette gagged and bent over further.  I heard more cheering and realized it was me.  Ms Jenni was working Suzette’s abs and lower belly just like the bitch had worked Ms Jenni’s head – but Ms Jenni was doing it better.  She was using her legs too, which were her strongest weapons.

Spinning a quarter circle, Ms Jenni dragged Suzette with her.  She was controlling the bigger girl now just like Suzette had dominated her earlier in the fight.  My heart was pounding with excitement.  A few moments before, I’d been sure Ms Jenni was going to get owned but now she was going to beat Suzette and the bitch would be hers – hers and Mistress’s – for the night instead.  I hoped Mistress and Ms Jenni would let me use her too.  I was sure Mistress would want to really degrade Suzette for what she’d done to Ms Jenni.  I wanted to, too.  I don’t really like dominating anybody but right then I wanted to punish Suzette real bad.

Ms Jenni shoved Suzette backwards, not releasing her grip on Suzette’s boobs so much as letting the bigger girl’s own weight tear her free.  Suzette’s flesh was blotched red and scratched up from the marks of Ms Jenni’s fingers and nails.  I loved to see that.  Suzette was proud of her tits and rightly so.  They were by far her best feature – probably what got her noticed by the guy in the first place – and it had to be killing her that Ms Jenni was messing them up like this.

Suzette fetched up hard against a table, holding her boobs with one hand and her belly with the other. Ms Jenni stepped forward and fired a high kick that snapped Suzette’s mouth shut with a [i]CLACK![/i] that echoed across the room.  The force of it straightened Suzette up.  The hand that she had clasped over her belly flew up to her mouth, and that opened her up for Ms Jenni to launch a side kick that doubled Suzette over again and slammed her back harder against the edge of the table.

Ms Jenni really started taking it to Suzette then.  A couple more kicks to the belly and the bitch wouldn’t be able to breathe.  Ms Jenni would have her then.  I wondered if she’d knock Suzette out or make her beg for mercy.  I hoped it was the latter.  I wanted Suzette awake so I could watch her be humiliated and maybe even take part if Mistress let me.

Taking another step forward, Ms Jenni launched a kick at Suzette’s chin.  This time though, Suzette leaned to her right just enough that Ms Jenni’s foot missed its mark and went high over Suzette’s shoulder.  The missed kick spoiled Ms Jenni’s balance and she went stumbling toward Suzette, but recovered quickly and got her arms up to go after the bigger woman with her fists.

Suzette surprised us all by coming off the table really fast.  Still bent over, she ducked even further, under the swing that Ms Jenni directed at her head, and came up inside Ms Jenni’s guard.  I let out a squeal of shock and fear for Ms Jenni, but cut it off quickly, biting my tongue.  

I thought Suzette would go for Ms Jenni’s head or face like before but she didn’t.  She grabbed the front of Ms Jenni’s dress, then threw herself backwards, pulling Ms Jenni with her.  Suzette went down on her back but she got a foot up and shoved it into Ms Jenni’s middle.  She kicked up hard so that Ms Jenni flipped right over the top of her, flying through the air and crashing down on the table that Suzette had been sprawled against, a few seconds earlier.  

The people sitting at that table ducked hurriedly out of the way, grabbing their drinks.  One guy wasn’t fast enough though.  He only succeeded in knocking his beer bottle over, an instant before Ms Jenni slammed down on top of it.  It caught her in the lower back and she arched upward in agony.  The way her mouth opened, screaming in pain even though no sound came out, brought tears to my eyes.  I still wanted to rush over and help her but I didn’t.  I couldn’t.  Mistress had forbidden it.

“Now you’re [i]MINE[/i], bitch!” Suzette roared as she clambered to her feet.  I could see she was hurt from the way she moved, wincing from the damage Ms Jenni had done to her abs.  Her tits looked like a street map, but that was no consolation when Ms Jenni was laying on the table, writhing in pain.  Ms Jenni’s dress was up around her waist again and her legs were open wide, baring her pussy.  I had a fleeting, horrible vision of her spread out like that, being used at both ends.  I shoved the thought out of my mind, shaking my head hard.

“And soon you’re gonna be [i]EVERYBODY’S[/i]!” continued Suzette, confirming my worst fears as she stalked over to Ms Jenni.  I knew the whole bar would want to take part in this.  It would be the talk of the town the next morning – how Jenni Haversham, the princess of the Power Cult, was made to be the room whore and used hard by everyone in the bar.  Only Mistress herself would have been a greater prize – and she would have to watch.  I cried for her as well as for Ms Jenni.  I couldn’t bear to look.  I bowed my head.

Mistress’s hand tightened in my collar.  “No,” she said.  I could hear the pain in her voice and it was like a knife in my guts.  “Watch.”  I obeyed, my heart full of ice.

Suzette stood over Ms Jenni, by her head.  Ms Jenni moved her arms, trying to push herself up, but her movements were all over the place without any coordination.  She couldn’t do anything but lay there as Suzette stared down at her, smiling like the cat that had just got the cream.  “First though, I’m going to finish you off properly.”  Suzette raised both her hands, cupped and cradled her bare boobs.  “You liked to maul my tits, bitch?”  She sneered.  “Probably jealous since you don’t have any to speak of.”  She reached down with one hand and slapped Ms Jenni’s right boob hard.  Ms Jenni didn’t even try to stop her.  “Now you’re gonna suffer for what you did!”

She was going to torture Ms Jenni’s boobs!  I had to bit my lip from screaming out loud for her to stop.  

I was wrong though.  Suzette didn’t do that.  Instead, she bent over Ms Jenni and spread her own big boobs apart.  Then she dropped them into Ms Jenni’s face and pressed her arms together, squashing Ms Jenni’s head between her tits, cutting off her breathing.  She was going to smother Ms Jenni out.

Ms Jenni struggled, but weakly, and she couldn’t break herself free.  She tried to turn her head to clear her mouth or nose but Suzette held her too tight.  She couldn’t twist her head enough to make any difference.  Her struggles became weaker and slower.

Just before Ms Jenni stopped struggling altogether, Suzette lifted herself up a little, giving Ms Jenni just a tiny amount of air.  I saw Ms Jenni’s chest heave as she gasped for breath.  “How’s it feel, cunt?” Suzette taunted her.  “You want to breathe?  You like to breathe?  Let’s hear you beg for it.”

Ms Jenni said nothing.  She wasn’t going to beg – not Ms Jenni.

“Not ready yet?” sneered Suzette.  “Have it your way then.  It’ll only make it worse in the end.”  She lowered her tits into Ms Jenni’s face again.  Ms Jenni bucked a little more strongly but still she had no chance of getting free.  My heart ached for her.  I was shaking like a leaf.

Suddenly Suzette let out a piercing scream that made me jump, along with half the room.  She jerked herself upright and clutched at her boob with her hand.  “Motherfucking [i]BITCH![/i]”  I screamed out loud in joy as I realized Ms Jenni had bitten the bitch on her boob!  I heard Mistress give a shout of her own from behind me.

Ms Jenni’s legs whipped up and her ankles locked around the big blonde’s neck, scissoring her head.  Ms Jenni let out a loud groan as she snapped her legs out straight again and twisted her body to the side, smashing Suzette’s head down on the table top before Suzette could retaliate or get away.

Still on the table, Ms Jenni tightened her grip on Suzette’s neck, pinning the bitch face-down.  Ms Jenni’s face was still red and she was gasping but she poured the pressure on.  Suzette flailed wildly with her arms, trying to get a grip of her own on Ms Jenni, or at least to lessen Ms Jenni’s hold on her.  All that did though, was allow Ms Jenni to grab her left arm and bend it back hard.  Suzette let out a gurgling scream, half strangled and now in a lot of pain too as Ms Jenni bent her arm up behind her back.

Suzette struggled but she was pretty much immobilized now.  Held down by the neck, one arm pinned and no leverage with the other, there wasn’t much she could do.

Ms Jenni slackened the pressure of her ankles but twisted Suzette’s arm harder.  Suzette screamed louder.

“How do [i]YOU[/i] like it, bitch?” snarled Ms Jenni.  “Do [i]you[/i] like to breathe, bitch?  Let’s hear [i]you[/i] beg for it…[i]BITCH![/i]”  Her voice got louder and louder as she went.

Suzette kept quiet, gritting her teeth against the pain.  Ms Jenni clamped her legs together even more tightly.  Suzette’s face was getting redder and darker, almost purple.  She made a strange breathless sound.  Ms Jenni twisted harder on her arm and the sound became a high pitched wail like an old fashioned kettle boiling.

“Give it up, [i]CUNT![/i]”  Ms Jenni had Suzette’s hand almost up behind her head.  She was ruthless.  I was still crying, but with relief and joy now.

Suzette ground her teeth.  She hesitated – couldn’t she see it was over and she’d lost? – but then she croaked out, “Okay!  Okay!  You win!”

Ms Jenni loosened her legs just a tiny bit.  “Louder!”

Suzette took a painful breath and managed to raise her voice so the room could hear her.  “You win!  Stop!  PLEASE!”  I could hear the fear in her voice – fear of what Ms Jenni would do to her if she didn’t surrender, and fear of what would happen to her when she did.

Some of the crowd cheered.  Others groaned.  I saw some money change hands.  People had no doubt been betting on the outcome of the fight.  I saw a couple of women go down on their knees in front of guys, and one knelt in front of another girl – other kinds of bets, won and lost.

Only then did Ms Jenni let go of Suzette’s arm and unclamp her legs from around the bigger woman’s neck.  Suzette went limp and fell to the floor, holding the edge of the table for support.  Her big boobs rose and fell as she gulped air into her chest, her mouth wide open.  Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Ms Jenni got down off the table.  She did her best to hide her pain but I knew her well enough to tell she was hurt.  She held herself very straight, so I could tell her back was bothering her.  Maybe she’d let me massage it for her later.  

In the meantime though, there was a victory for her – for all of us – to celebrate.  Again I wondered what she’d do to Suzette now she’d defeated her.  I hoped she’d punish the bitch for hurting her.  I hoped she’d let me help.

The first thing Ms Jenni did was to walk over to the guy they’d fought about, snake her arm around his neck and kiss him hard again.  He knew it was coming this time so he didn’t hesitate and kissed her right back.  Ms Jenni ran her hand down his back and squeezed his butt, then brought it around his waist and squeezed his cock too, through his jeans.  Then she pulled away, grinned at him and turned to bring him over to our table.  On the way she shoved a hand into Suzette’s hair and led them both to us – the guy by the hand, Suzette by the hair, on her knees with her marked-up tits jiggling.

“Congratulations, Ms Jenni!” I ignored Ms Jenni’s swollen face and the little smear of blood at the corner of Ms Jenni’s lower lip.  She’d won.  That was all that mattered.  Now she and Mistress could have their fun with the guy – and with Suzette.

Ms Jenni grinned at me.  “Thanks Carla.  I’ll make sure you get a piece of the prize, pet.”  I beamed at her.

“Darling, you might want to reconsider that,” said Mistress.  My heart missed a beat.  I turned my head and looked up at Mistress with wide eyes.  Ms Jenni raised her eyebrows.

Mistress looked down at me.  “Carla, do you know why I stopped you from going to help Ms Jenni?”

Now it was Ms Jenni whose eyes widened.  “She did [i]what[/i]?”

“Don’t worry darling…she didn’t get to move a muscle,” Mistress replied.  She spoke to me again.  “Carla…do you know why?”

I shook my head.  “No Mistress.”  I was being honest – I’d never lie to Mistress.  I really didn’t know why she’d stopped me.  I wished she’d let me and I couldn’t understand why she hadn’t.

“There are very strict rules regarding these fights,” explained Mistress.  “If you’d interfered between Ms Jenni and Suzette, everyone would have turned on you…on you both…like a pack of sharks.  Ms Jenni would have lost the fight by default, and both of you would be toys for the entire room.”  Her voice was bleak.  “I’d lose you both for the night.”

The thought of being used by the entire room gave me a momentary thrill but when Mistress said those last words, I was filled with horror at the thought of what I’d almost done.  I teared up.

“So rewarding you really isn’t the right thing to do,” Mistress went on.

I hung my head.  “No Mistress.”  I was mortified.  I started to cry all over again.

Ms Jenni shook Suzette’s head back and forth by her hair.  “Get up, Suzette.”  The command in her voice made me shiver.  I kept my head down, but watched through my eyelashes.  Suzette obeyed without any hesitation, though she moved slowly.  She was obviously hurting.  I was glad.  She’d hurt Ms Jenni and she deserved it.  Ms Jenni looked at me.  “Strip her, Carla.”

I got up on my knees and crawled over to Suzette.  I reached for Suzette’s waist and unbuckled her belt.  Her pants were made out of a soft, stretchy fabric so it was easy to peel them down her legs.  Her pubes were trimmed to a neat triangle that ended short of her pussy lips.  They were redder than her hair, almost copper colored.  She didn’t resist when I lifted her legs one at a time and pulled them off.

“Back on your knees,” Ms Jenni ordered.  She slapped Suzette across the back of the head.  Suzette complied.  “Carla, use her pants to tie her wrists and her ankles.”  She smiled at Suzette.  “Much as I’d enjoy seeing the whole bar fuck you in every hole, I think it’ll be more fun to save you for later, when we get you home.”

I used one leg of the big blonde’s pants to bind her wrists together behind her back, then looped the other leg around her ankles as she knelt beside the spot where I’d been kneeling, on the other side of the chair where Mistress sat, closer to the corner.

As I went to resume my position, Mistress stopped me.  “Not just yet, Carla.” She beckoned.  “Come here.”  I shuffled forward on my knees until I faced her at her feet.  I crossed my wrists behind me and kept my eyes lowered, like I should.

“Ms Jenni’s right about keeping Suzette for later,” said Mistress.  “It’ll be amusing to watch her as we have some fun with her guy.”  I didn’t glance up at the guy.  I didn’t even know his name.  I wondered if Mistress or Ms Jenni did.  It probably didn’t matter anyway.  “But it’s not fair to deny everyone else their fun…so you’ll stand in for her.”  I tried not to smile at that.  I was going to be used by the whole room!  I was thrilled to serve Mistress that way.

Mistress was wearing a charm bracelet on her left wrist and one of the charms was the key to the padlock that secured the zipper of my dress.  Mistress leaned forward and opened the lock, then unhooked it from the ring in my collar and drew the zipper down, baring my boobs.  I was surprised though when she didn’t pull it all the way down and open the dress right up.  Instead she stopped at my waist and used the padlock to fasten the zipper to the ring in my belly button.

“There,” said Mistress.  “They can use you now…but only your mouth and your boobs.”

I was suddenly crestfallen.  Yes, everyone could use me, but only for their pleasure and not for mine.  The dress would keep them from getting at my pussy or even my ass.  I don’t enjoy being fucked in my ass so much as my pussy but with the right cock – or strappie – and the right angle, it can be pretty good.  That wasn’t going to happen that night though.  I was going to give them pleasure but get very little in return.  Not that I deserved it, of course.  I’d almost turned the evening into a disaster with my lack of self-control.  I deserved to be punished.

Mistress beckoned for me to turn around and I did, taking up the same position as before with my back against the leg of the table, arms behind me.  I felt very exposed, knowing everyone could see me, but I did my best to be brave.  I knew I’d be ok with Mistress and Ms Jenni there.  I pushed my shoulders back and stuck my boobs out.  My nipples stuck out like fingers.  The cool air against them made me shiver again.

Next, Mistress opened her purse and took out a small metal carabiner – the kind of thing climbers use to attach ropes and harnesses.  She reached behind me and used it to fasten my wrists together, around the table leg.  Now I could rise up on my knees, sliding my hands up the leg, or sit back on my heels, but I couldn’t move otherwise.  Being held in place like that, at everyone’s mercy, gave me great big butterflies in my stomach.  I was a lot wetter now, down between my legs.

Ms Jenni led Suzette’s guy – [i]her[/i] guy now, hers and Mistress’s – forward.  When he was standing in front of me, Ms Jenni stepped behind him, reached around him and unzipped his jeans.  He smiled as she slipped her fingers inside and eased his cock out.  “Carla, make him hard for me.”

He spoke for the first time.  “That won’t take much effort,” he said with a grin.  Ms Jenni grinned back and kissed him.

I leaned forward, stretching out my neck.  He inched closer to me.  He was already half-erect.  I slipped my tongue under his cock and lifted it up so I could slide it into my mouth.  I glanced sideways at Suzette.  She was watching with a mixture of anger and despair, tears flooding down her face.  I smiled as I leaned forward and took him all the way into my throat.  I might not get to punish Suzette directly for hurting Ms Jenni, but torturing her like this was just as good.  She was literally squirming.  She wanted him bad, and now Ms Jenni had taken him away from her – for tonight at any rate.

He was right – it didn’t take much to make him hard.  After just a few strokes his cock was standing at full attention, shaft thick and veined, the head swollen, red and glistening with my saliva.  Ms Jenni watched.  So did Mistress.  So did a bunch of people from the bar who had come over to cluster around us – those who weren’t otherwise engaged, hooking up in groups of two or three or even more.

After another few moments, Ms Jenni leaned forward over the table on her elbows, her face close to Mistress.  She lifted her skirt up around her hips, baring her ass, and looked back over her shoulder and me.  “That’s good enough, Carla.”  She turned her eyes up at the still nameless guy.  “Let’s see if that thing feels as good as it looks.”

He didn’t need any urging.  His cock popped out of my mouth as he took a step to his right.  Then he took hold of Ms Jenni’s hips and thrust himself forward.  I heard her gasp as he entered her, then moan as he slid in deep.  Mistress cupped Ms Jenni’s face in her hands and kissed Ms Jenni hard as the guy pulled back, then thrust again.

Ms Jenni moaned into Mistress’s kiss and pushed herself back onto him.  I watched, licking my lips.  I wished Ms Jenni would have straddled me so I could lick her while she fucked him.  He held her with one hand on her hip.  He spread the fingers of his other hand across her butt and his thumb pressed against the little puckered ring of her ass.  Ms Jenni likes it there and it wasn’t before she opened up for him.  His thumb slid inside.  Ms Jenni let out a long special moan that she always does when something or someone slides into her ass.

I didn’t get to watch what happened next because a guy appeared in front of me, with a girl on his arm.  I recognized the girl – I’d seen her at the store when I ran errands for Mistress – but not him.  It didn’t matter.  He wasn’t there to introduce himself.  His cock was already out – his girlfriend or his wife or whoever was stroking it.  I knew what he wanted.  

I opened my mouth wide so he could shove it in.  He did, all the way in until my nose was pressing against the zipper of his shorts. The head of his cock was way down my throat.  A lot of girls would have gagged on it but I’ve had a lot of practice and I have great self-control when it comes to that kind of thing.  Mistress says I’m the best she knows at deep throating.  That makes me happy.

I used my throat muscles on him as well as my lips and tongue, giving him my best massage.  This might have been a kind of punishment because I wasn’t allowed to have any pleasure but that was no reason not to do it properly.  His girl had her hand on the back of my head, pushing me onto his cock and holding me there while I worked the head of it in my throat.  I’m really good at holding my breath so it didn’t matter.

It wasn’t long before I felt him about to spurt. Even though there was a lot of it, I took it all in my mouth and throat and swallowed it.  I knew I wouldn’t always be able to do that, but I tried to be as tidy as I could.  I don’t like to make a mess.

The guy and his girl were nice.  They even bent down to kiss me and she stuck her tongue in my mouth to taste his cum.  I liked that.

I didn’t get much time in between them and the next, another guy.  He was different than the first guy – he didn’t thrust himself down my throat.  He just kept putting the head of his cock in my mouth, then pulling it out, running it over my face, then putting it back in again.  It was like he was teasing, though I didn’t know if he was teasing himself or me.  Pretty soon my face was smeared with his precum and my own drool.  There was drool running down my chin and dripping onto my boobs and tummy too.

He didn’t come in my mouth like the first guy.  He pulled back and sprayed his cum over my face.  I opened my mouth and got some of it.  I licked some more off my lips but I couldn’t get it all.  So much for not making a mess, but there wasn’t anything I could do about that.  I didn’t have any time to clean myself up and even if I had, my hands were tied behind me.  He grinned down at me and walked away to where another guy and three girls stood watching and cheering.  They all high-fived each other.

The next one was a girl, dark haired and dark skinned.  She was with a guy and another girl.  Her boobs were out.  Her nipples were pierced.  A pang of fear went through me.  Was she a Pain Seeker?  She leaned down and took hold of my nipples.  They were hard and really sensitive and I moaned out loud.  She didn’t hurt me though – she just used them to guide me up high on my knees, pressed my head back onto the top of the table, turned around and face-sat me.  She wore a really short dress so she didn’t even need to lift it up.  

I went to work on her with my lips, my tongue and even my nose.  I couldn’t see with her pussy on my face but she was bent forward and I could tell from the noises she made that she, and probably the other girl too, were sucking the guy.  I had a feeling about what they wanted so I used one of my special tricks to make her cum quickly.  She did, and gushed all over my face but just as I thought, she quickly swapped places with her friend and I ate the other girl out too.  

They were nice just like the first couple.  They let me lick their guy clean when he came, then they kissed me and the second one even drooled some of his cum into my mouth, like a present.  

By that time there was juice and drool and cum all over me, from my hair down to my waist.  I couldn’t see properly – there’s only so much you can do with blinking.  I heard Ms Jenni cry out the way she does when she’s having a really intense orgasm – Ms Jenni’s kind of a screamer – and the table shook as she came.  That went on for a long time.

I felt hands on my head and Mistress loomed over me.  “You’re giving a great performance, pet,” she said to me.  That warmed my heart.  She kissed me, then she poked her tongue out and licked the goop out of my eyes so I could see again.  I smiled up at her.  Even then she was taking care of me.

When Ms Jenni finished cumming, she took the guy to where Suzette was kneeling a step or two away.  “Make him hard again, bitch,” she ordered.  Her voice was still a little trembly from her orgasm.  “Make it quick…you [i]don’t[/i] want to keep Ms Aisha waiting.”  I smiled even wider.  Mistress was going to fuck him too!  I didn’t get a chance to see that though, because another guy and a girl arrived to face-fuck me and they took all my attention as they used me.

After that people arrived thick and fast, singly and in groups of two or three or more.  They kept me busy with hardly any time to breathe, let alone take notice of what was happening around me.  I did see that I wasn’t the only center of attention.  There were couples fucking up against the walls, groups doing it on tables, and one girl bent over in the middle of the floor getting double-teamed by a guy and another girl with a strap-on.  A bunch of women had a massive dildo stuck to a table and were competing to see who could take it deepest inside her.  The whole room was horny and acting on it.  I was so hot I was shaking – but I couldn’t do anything about it.  Mistress had forbidden me.

I heard a commotion at one point and I thought maybe another fight had broken out in the other room.  There was a lot of cheering but it may have been just a really enthusiastic fuck.  I was too busy to pay much attention.

It seemed like the number of guys coming up to me was getting fewer but there were more girls.  I guessed the guys had been milked dry, between me and the other girls in the room.  The girls weren’t satisfied yet though.  I got so focused on serving everyone that I didn’t even notice who they were.  They just kept coming – and cumming – and I just licked whatever pussy or ass was shoved in my face.  I couldn’t see too well at that point anyway.  I was covered in jizz but I didn’t mind.  Mistress and Ms Jenni wanted me to make them happy so I did.  It’s what I’m for.

I’d only just started with my tongue on the next girl when there was a scream and she suddenly pulled away from me.  I heard Ms Jenni say angrily, “Not you, bitch!”  I blinked hard to try to see better and I realized it was Leah, the woman who’d disrespected Mistress and Ms Jenni at the restaurant.  She’d had the nerve to try to use me.

Her sun dress was gone.  She was naked except for her wedge heels.  As I blinked again to clear my eyes I noticed she had barbells in both nipples.  She’d been claimed by the Pain Cult – maybe she was even one of them now.  That explained some things.  

Ms Jenni bitch-slapped her so hard it knocked her to the floor.  I enjoyed the look of fear on her face.  She must have seen what happened to Suzette.  “I’m sorry!” she blurted out.  She spread her legs wide. Her snatch was dark and her lips were puffed up like she’d been fucked a few times already.  She looked from Ms Jenni to Mistress.  She didn’t know who to beg for forgiveness.  I wanted to laugh but I stopped myself.  I was already in trouble.  I hoped that if I was good, Mistress might let me use Suzette when we got home.

Mistress was sitting on Suzette’s guy’s lap – he was in her chair.  Her dress was pulled up around her waist and down too, to show her boobs.  The guy was fondling her boobs.  Mistress has beautiful boobs.  They’re small but nice and round and they fit perfectly in the guy’s hands.  Her nipples are the color of dark chocolate and right then they were puckered and hard.  Mistress was riding the guy’s cock, leaning back against his chest.  She beckoned to Leah.  “Come here, girl.”  Leah did, on all fours.  Mistress grabbed her by her hair and pulled her closer, pressing Lea’s face into her clit.  “You may lick me,” she said.  Leah obeyed as Mistress ground the guy’s shaft deep inside herself.

I didn’t get to look further because another girl stepped up in front of me, grabbed my head and turned me back to face her.  I looked up at her face, between her tits which were huge – bigger than mine though she was only short like me.  Her skin was coffee colored and she had big eyes that right then were hungry for me.  I knew her name – Mikita Taylor, though a lot of people call her Miki.  Her folks run the card and gift store in Blue Water Village.  She’s younger than me – twenty one I guess because she just graduated from Felix U out in Colorado, the private university owned by the Pride.  She came home a couple months ago.

Miki was wearing a hot pink dress with a plunging vee neckline.  She’d pulled the dress aside though so her boobs were out.  Her streaked eye makeup and the stains on the front of her dress made me think she’d taken a cock or two down her throat already that night.  She bent over and rubbed her boobs in my face, getting jizz all over them.  She gave me her nipples to suck, which I did.

Another girl came up and kissed Miki.  She licked some of the goop off Miki’s tits, then kissed her again.  I knew that girl too – Olivia Bertino.  Her Mom runs the Post Office.  If I remember right, she’s just graduated college too.  She was a little taller than Miki, dressed in a denim miniskirt and a white tank top, which she’d lifted up and hooked behind her neck, baring her boobs.  She was smaller than me or Miki, but still pretty big 

Still kissing Miki, Olivia lifted up the front of Miki’s dress and guided her forward with a hand on her butt until I could reach her clit with my tongue.  When I wiggled it between her pussy lips, I was surprised to feel a piercing down there.  She must have been claimed by the Pain Cult sometime over the summer.  I thought of what that must be like and I felt sorry for her.  I decided to give her my very best licking.

A voice suddenly rang out from behind them.  “Hey, stop hogging the whore!”

I couldn’t see the woman who’d spoken, but I knew her voice – Amber Thomason.  Amber’s a bitch.  I don’t know anybody who has a single good word to say about her.  She’s a nasty, bitter person.  Maybe she thought she was going to rule the world or something but her star pretty much peaked at the little cell phone store in the Village where she works.  She’s pissed at the world and I guess she tries to make herself feel better by making everyone else feel worse.

Amber’s older than me – maybe early to mid-thirties.  She’s tall and slim, with narrow hips and small boobs.  She looks like a runner though I don’t know if that’s how she works out.  She’s in good shape – one result of the epidemic of horniness that’s taken over Blue Water since the Pride arrived, is that everybody takes great care of themselves.  All the women want to be the most attractive girl in the room – and there’s a lot of competition for that title.  Besides, they never know when they might have to fight for whatever reason.  The guys keep in shape too.  They’re just as horny as the girls and everyone wants to be the first chosen when things get kinky – which is pretty much all the time.

Olivia shot back at her, “Wait your turn, bitch!  We only just started.”  She laughed.  “If you’re too desperate to hold out for a few minutes, go fuck a beer bottle!”

Amber must have grabbed Miki because all of a sudden I felt her pull backward off me and the next thing I knew, she was sprawled on her back on the floor in front of me. I caught a quick glint of gold between her legs before she pulled them together.

Without Miki’s crotch in my face, I finally got a look at Amber.  She was wearing a pink tank top, which was way oversized, the kind of thing you’d normally wear over a bikini at the beach.  It would have showed a lot of side boob even if she hadn’t had one of the neck straps pulled over her head onto her other shoulder to expose her left tit.  She might have had a skirt or pants on at the start of the night, but not by then.  The tank top came part way down her ass but from my position on the floor I could see her bare snatch.

Her reddish brown hair was shoulder-length and was up in a ponytail, though strands of it had escaped and hung down around her face.  She looked like she’d been used at least a couple times already.  I was surprised anybody would go near her but then again, guys tended to think with their dicks.  Whatever had happened, it hadn’t improved her mood.  She had the same bitchy expression on her face that she always had.

She smiled at me, but it was a smile and a sneer wrapped up in one.  “Now it’s my turn, slut!”  She stepped over Miki, toward me.  “You’d better do a good job too, or – “

She didn’t get to finish her threat because Miki raised her foot just as Amber stepped over her.  She’d lost a shoe when she fell but her bare heel still booted Amber square in the ass.  Amber screamed out, “FUCK!” as she pitched forward and crashed right into me.  I managed to lean a little to the side but I couldn’t avoid her completely.  She slammed into my right shoulder, her knee caught me in the chest and she sprawled across the table top still half on top of me.  I heard Olivia laugh, and Ms Jenni too.

Amber shoved herself to her feet again.  Even before I saw the look on her face, I knew she was really pissed just from the way she moved.  “You BITCH!” she yelled as she spun to face Miki, but that was as far as she got because Miki’s leg suddenly swept sideways and knocked Amber’s feet out from under her.  Amber yelled, “[i]FUCK![/i]” again and went down hard on her side to more laughter from everybody watching.  Even I laughed that time.

Miki fired another kick from the floor – a stomp this time – at Amber’s head but Amber was ready for that one.  She knocked the black girl’s foot aside with her own forearm, grabbed Miki’s ankle with her hand and twisted hard, rolling so she could use her own weight to flip Miki onto her belly.  Miki struggled to roll herself back over but that twisted her knee outwards and she yelped in pain.  Amber laughed as she got up to one knee, still holding onto Miki, and spun herself around trying to straddle the other girl.  If she could do that, she’d have control of Miki and the black girl would be in a lot of trouble.  I didn’t see Amber as the merciful type.

Amber struggled to keep a hold on Miki who was wriggling like crazy.  She knew the danger she was in, but that just made her fight harder.  Miki had been to Felix U – Mistress had talked about what they teach there.  It isn’t an ordinary college.  Sure they teach the usual stuff like art and science and accounting but they also teach girls – and guys – how to survive in the world of the Pride.  They teach them how not to surrender.  They teach them how to be strong in their minds as well as their bodies.  

They teach them not be to be like me.

Miki squirmed herself onto her side and drew her free leg up high, almost to her chest.  She had to spread her legs really wide to do that and again I saw a glint of gold.  Only for a moment though, because she snapped her leg out straight again and her foot caught Amber right in the middle of her back, below her shoulders.

The impact threw Amber forward, toward me again, and I did my best to jerk myself to the left out of her way.  The way my arms were fastened behind my back suddenly put my whole weight on my right arm.  It hurt and I groaned under my breath.  

I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.  I didn’t even know my elbow was sticking out until Amber’s head slammed into it.  They say the elbow is the hardest part of your body and mine caught Amber right on the temple.  She went down in a heap, half under the table.

Miki rolled over and scrambled to her feet.  She bent, grabbed one of Amber’s ankles and dragged Amber, still limp, out into the open.  Amber wasn’t quite out cold but she was pretty damn close.  I was afraid.  I wanted Miki to win but I was afraid they’d punish me for interfering even though it wasn’t my fault.

Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me though.  Maybe they hadn’t even seen what happened.  Everybody was watching Miki as she hauled Amber clear of the table.  Then she yelled out – not words, just a yell – leapt in the air and landed with her knee rammed into Amber’s lower back.  The blow made Amber’s back arch and from my angle I saw her eyes and her mouth snap wide open in agony.  

I think the pain brought Amber to her senses.  She started to struggle more but it was Miki who was in control now.  She hooked her hand under Amber’s chin and wrenched Amber’s head back.  Miki shot her own head forward really fast and sank her teeth into Amber’s shoulder.  Amber screamed.

“Shut the fuck up, [i]BITCH![/i]” Miki yelled.  She straightened up again, pulling Amber’s head backward, putting a lot of pressure on the older woman’s spine and neck.  Amber’s cry of pain was more of a moan than a scream.

Miki reversed her grip on Amber’s neck.  She shoved Amber’s head forward and tried to slam her face into the floor.  Amber managed to get an arm across to protect her face but she still hit hard.  That had to hurt and probably scrambled her brains a little too.  Miki yanked her up by the hair and tried a repeat of the same move but Amber blocked it better this time, getting an elbow under herself and holding her head and shoulders off the floor.

The force of Miki’s shove made her fall forward against Amber.  Her longer hair spilled over Amber’s head and shoulders.  Amber seized the opportunity.  She grabbed a handful of hair and used it to slam Miki’s head into the floor just like Miki had tried to do to her a moment before.  She also rammed her other elbow into Miki’s chest, pancaking her right tit against her chest.  Miki groaned when her head hit the floor, but howled when her boob got smashed.

Amber twisted herself hard to the side and threw Miki off her.  The black girl went down on her side, then rolled onto her back, her big bare boobs flopping about.  Amber flung herself after Miki, landing half across the black girl’s chest.  She grabbed downward with her left arm trying to hook Miki’s leg but Miki was thrashing about like a wild woman and Amber couldn’t get her hand around Miki’s knee.

That was when things got nasty.  Amber couldn’t get a grip on Miki’s leg but as she groped about, her hand found Miki’s crotch.  She got a handful of pussy, grabbed and twisted.  Miki let out a shriek that hurt my ears, and probably everyone else’s in the room too.  “[i]LET GO!!![/i]”  Her back arched up so she was only touching the floor with her head and her heels.  

Amber didn’t let go.  She gave Miki’s snatch a good mauling and Miki screamed like a demon.  Amber laughed again.  She paused for a second.  Miki slumped back to the floor.  I saw tears in her eyes.  Amber screamed in her face.  “Give it up, [i]CUNT![/i]”

Instead Miki punched Amber right on the jaw with a right cross that almost spun Amber’s head in a half circle.  She fell over sideways, enough for Miki to buck her off.  Miki rolled with her and she went after Amber’s pussy too.  She had one arm around Amber’s neck, hand twisted in her hair, but her other hand stabbed down between Amber’s legs and went medieval on the bitch.

Amber wasn’t giving up either.  The punch stunned her for a moment but she was tough and she wasn’t giving up whatever advantage she had.  She kept clawing at Miki’s crotch, her other hand grabbing a big handful of brown boob, holding Miki close to her but also squeezing and twisting the black girl’s big tit.

Both of them were screaming their lungs out and cussing each other up a storm.  “GET YOUR CLAWS OUT OF THERE, YOU LITTLE FAT CUNT!” Amber howled.  I didn’t know whether there was more anger or more pain in her voice.  Either way, it scared me.

Miki had the better of the cussing exchange though.  “[i]YOU[/i] STARTED IT, YOU DIRTY ROTTEN SKANK ASS MUTHAFUCKIN’ CRACKER ASS WHORE!”  I bet half the town heard her.  “[i]REAP THE WHIRLWIND, FUCKER![/i]”  

She must have gotten her fingers inside Amber at that point because Amber let out a wail that almost made me feel sorry for her.  Amber let go of Miki’s tit and slammed the heel of her hand into it in a way that showed how bad she was hurting – it was almost like panic as she stopped trying to hurt Miki and focused on trying to get away instead.

Mike yelped as her boob got squashed yet again, and that distracted her long enough for Amber to pull herself free.  She rolled away and got to her knees pretty quickly, though she was a lot slower to get to her feet.  So was Miki.  Both of them were covered in sweat.  Both of them had tears in their eyes and down their cheeks.  Both were mad as hell and neither was going to give an inch.  This was war.  Only one of them was going to walk away from this fight.  The other was going to be dragged out by her hair – and that wouldn’t be the end of it.

They started circling one another as the crowd moved back to make room.  Both of them were moving slowly, limping.  I could see the pain on their faces.  I wanted to move back too but I couldn’t.  I wondered where the fight was about to go next.  On their feet, in a slugging match, Amber would have the advantage since she was taller and had a longer reach.  That was assuming she didn’t let Miki get in close.  If that happened, Miki’s greater weight would even things out and maybe even tip the scales in her favor.

Amber launched a slap that came all the way from her waist, putting her shoulders and her whole upper body into it.  Miki threw an arm up and deflected it over her head.  I thought for a moment that Amber might overextend herself and open herself up to a body blow but she checked herself and pulled back.  

They circled again, but not for long before Amber sent another slap at Miki’s head.  Again Miki threw her arm up to deflect it but the blow was just feint.  Amber swung with her other arm, fingers hooked, and her nails scored four trails across Miki’s right boob – one of them right across her nipple.  Miki yelped and dropped her hands to protect her tits.

Amber saw the opening and stepped in, fists clenched this time, going for Miki’s head again now that the black girl had dropped her guard.  Miki didn’t have time to get her hands up again, but she didn’t need to.  She used her shorter height to her advantage and, still holding her boobs, ducked under Amber’s fist.  She stepped in as Amber’s right arm sailed over her head, brushing her tangled hair.  Then she whirled, reached out with both hands and grabbed Amber by the left wrist.

I guess they teach them how to fight at Felix U too, because Miki spun further until her back was to Amber, then pulled Amber’s arm over her shoulder into an arm bar, shoving her shoulder up so that it overextended Amber’s elbow.  That forced Amber up onto her toes but Miki kept spinning and drove her left elbow into Amber’s upper belly.  Amber gave a grunt of pain.

Miki really unleashed on Amber then.  “[i]FUCKIN’ PIECE O’ SHIT SKANK![/i]” She whirled back the other way, pulling Amber’s arm downward, gripping it in both hands and rolling her wrist to reverse the arm bar and bend Amber double.  Miki’s knee rocketed up and sank deep into Amber’s gut.  Amber made a noise that was half yelp, half belch, and a gush of spit sprayed out of her mouth.  The second knee dropped her to the floor.  She’d have been on all fours if Miki hadn’t still held onto her arm.

I expected Miki to make Amber surrender then, but she didn’t.  Instead she rammed her knee up into Amber’s ribs, under her arm, then again into her right boob which was showing since her tank top was gaping open.  Amber groaned loudly both times.  Miki didn’t laugh like Amber had done when she was hurting Miki, but she smiled.  I figured she was getting some payback for what Amber had done to her boobs.  

She proved that a moment later when she stuck her knee in Amber’s back, then got hold of Amber’s hair and jerked her head back so Amber was staring up at her.  “You wanna get your hands in my tits, bitch?”  She dropped Amber’s arm and leaned forward to grab Amber’s right boob – the same one she’d just kneed.  “How does it feel?”  She twisted hard.  Miki had long nails and she dug them deep into Amber’s tit.  Amber screamed.  Miki ground her thumb harder into Amber’s nipple.  “[i]HOW DOES IT FEEL, BITCH?[/i]”

Miki got a little carried away with torturing Amber’s boob.  She didn’t even notice Amber’s hand shoot out until it was too late.  Amber grabbed Miki’s ankle and yanked hard, putting her weight into it and jerking Miki’s right leg out from under her.  Miki cussed, “[i]SHIT![/i]” and fell back on her butt, though she got her arms back to break her fall.

Amber spun on her knees and hurled herself at Miki.  She had to be in a lot of pain – both of them did – but she wasn’t giving up.  All the anger and bitterness in her kept her fighting.  She got a grip on Miki’s right ankle and jerked Miki toward her, though in fact she probably jerked herself toward Miki just as much.  She fired a punch at Miki’s belly that hit her near her navel, but the angle was wrong and her fist skidded off as Miki twisted her body out of the way.

That left Amber on her side, propped up on one elbow with her back half turned to Miki.  The black girl didn’t let that opportunity go by.  Amber was laying across her right leg but her left one was free.  Before Amber could do anything else, Miki used her knee again.  It caught Amber in the middle of her back.  She groaned and reared up, arching her back.  Miki sent a backfist into the back of Amber’s head that slammed Amber to the floor, face first.

Miki was hurt too.  I could see the marks of Amber’s nails on her left boob and I could only imagine what her pussy must have felt like.  She got to her knees, but she was moving slowly and biting her lip.  Amber was pretty dazed though.  She hadn’t done any more than push herself up on her elbows before Miki’s knee slammed into her back and knocked her down on her belly again.

This time, Miki didn’t take any chances.  She got one hand under Amber’s chin and the other under her left leg, above the knee.  Then she hauled upward with both arms.  Her knee was still on Amber’s back so she bent Amber’s spine up the wrong way.  Amber’s screeched in agony.  A few people cheered.  Like I said, nobody liked Amber.

Amber still didn’t quit though – at least not until Miki yelled out too, to summon all the strength she had left.  She heaved upwards even harder on Amber’s leg and neck.  That was when Amber screamed out, “Fuck!  FUCK! [i]FUCK!!![/i}” and slammed her hand against the floor.  “STOP!  [i]STOP!!! I GIVE IN!!!{/i}”  Even then Miki didn’t let up until Amber screamed even louder and repeated, “STOP IT FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!”  Her voice cracked.  “NO MORE!!! PLEASE!!!”  The crowd applauded. I would have clapped too but my hands were still cuffed behind me.  

Miki climbed off her.  Her chest was heaving as she got to her feet.  She was exhausted.  If Amber hadn’t missed – or almost missed – with that last punch, the result might have been different.  That didn’t matter now though.  However close Miki had been to losing, she’d come through.  A win is a win.

That wasn’t going to be the end of it though.  Amber was going to have a long night ahead of her.  While Amber might enjoy being fucked into a coma, I had a feeling Miki would think of some creative ways to humiliate her without giving her anything in return.  That’s what Mistress and Ms Jenni would do to Suzette.  I glanced over at Suzette.  She was still kneeling on the other side of Mistress.  She had drool – or something – dripping off her chin onto her boobs.  Somebody had been using her mouth while I was occupied with other people.

Miki hauled Amber up to her knees by her hair.  “Gonna teach you a lesson, skank!” she promised as she backhanded Amber across the face.  “Not here though.  You and me are gonna have some private time.”  She used Amber’s tank top as a handle to half lead, half drag the beaten girl out of the room.

Mistress leaned over to me.  She held my hair – gently – and tilted my head back so I was looking up into her eyes.  “That was a good result, wasn’t it Carla?” she said.  I nodded.  I was afraid she’d punish me for hitting Amber with my elbow even though I hadn’t tried to.  

She dropped her voice to a whisper, “And yes, I saw what you did.”  I trembled but then she added, “And I’ll make sure you get a very nice reward when we get home.”  Mistress kissed me.  She tasted like cum and pussy – most of that was probably from my lips – but mostly she tasted like Mistress.

I was a happy girl.

The End

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