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Chapter Five

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Susannah swallowed my cock dirty from her ass.

“That’s it,” I groaned as she cleaned my dirty dick. “Mmm, just clean that dick.”

She nursed on me, staring up with her blue eyes at me. My mind was working on the ideas for how to collar the Mistress Bitch, Sable Newport. Pleasure coursed down my dick and soaked my balls with heat. She bobbed her head with passion.

“So here’s the prophecy that Nisha told me,” I said, glancing at my thought form.

Nisha spoke it, and I repeated it.

Susannah pulled her mouth off my dick. She swallowed and said, “Leash?”

“We’ll figure it out with Moira after school,” I said, smiling at my “wife.” “You can do this, Susannah. You’re mine.”

“Yours,” she breathed and opened her mouth again. She swallowed my dirty dick, sucking on me with such hunger. That was such a nice feeling to have her nursing on me. She swirled her tongue around my cock.

The pleasure rushed through me. I savored Susannah’s submission as she polished my dick. She suckled on me with all the passion that she had. My dick twitched and throbbed with her mighty hunger. I loved the feel of her warm mouth.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Susannah!”

She nursed on me with such passion. Her blue eyes glowed as she suckled on me, bringing me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. My chest rose and fell as she was such a delicious girl. Just the perfect tool.

“That’s it, Susannah,” I groaned. “I love you!”

Those words had her sucking even harder. She put her all into it. I groaned and threw back my head as she swirled her tongue around the crown of my dick. I grabbed the back of her head. I held my woman’s mouth in place as the pressure swelled.

My nuts grew tighter as she worshiped me. Nisha watched, such a hungry look in her eyes as I hurtled towards my eruption. I loved the feel of Susannah suckling on me. She was so good at it. I groaned as her tongue massaged the crown of my dick.

“Yes!” I growled.

I erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of jizz flooded out of my dick. My heart pounded in my chest. A big smile spread on my lips. I breathed in and out. It was an incredible rush to have all that spunk flooding into her mouth.

She gulped down my seed. She swallowed with passion as I growled out my pleasure. I savored that rush of spurting cum into Susannah’s mouth. She swallowed the jizz. She gulped down every drop of cum that I fired into her mouth.

I loved it. I savored it. This heat swept through me. A big smile spread on my lips. I growled out my pleasure as I dumped all my spunk into her mouth. I unloaded every drop of jizz that I had into her mouth.

“Susannah,” I groaned. “Damn, you are perfect!”

She slid her mouth off my dick with a wet plop. I groaned at that. A naughty quiver shot through me. I felt so good right now. I panted as she stared up at me. She licked her lips, her eyes feverish with heat. She wanted to be fucked again.

“Master, the hour is almost up,” Nisha said.

“Right, right,” I said. “We’ll have to get together with my sister after school and figure out how to use you to tame Sable Newport.”

“Yes, Zach,” panted Susannah. “That sounds perfect.”

I winked at her. “Mom won’t be home from work for a few hours. We’ll go to my place. Tell your parents that you’ll be studying at a friend’s house.”

“Okay,” she breathed and grabbed her phone. She sent the text. “Done.”

“Good,” I said, stroking my hand through her hair like petting a favored pet. “Mmm, you are going to be perfect for this, Susannah. I can just tell.”

She beamed at me.

“Now we should get going,” I said. “You might want to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up.”

“Oh, yes,” she said and rose. “I love you.”

“Love you,” I said, smiling at her. She beamed back, shining. Then she headed for the door. I watched her go as I buttoned up, her long skirt swirling. She really did present the perfect facade. “Damn. Sable Newport, huh? Never thought I’d have to tame a bitch.”

“Isn’t that the best sort to tame, Master?” Nisha asked as I tucked in my shirt.

I grinned. “So true.”

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Susannah Augustine

I headed to the bathroom and sank down on the stall. I let the cum leak out of my asshole as I peed. That was so naughty. I couldn’t believe I had done that. I heard heels clicking through the bathroom as another girl entered.

I was just about to wipe when they stopped before my door. My heart lurched as I saw they were heeled boots. Leather. There was no way it could be Sable out before my door. This wave of hot fear, a tingling and naughty sensation, washed through me.

Then the lock turned. I gasped as she opened the door. I swallowed to find Sable Newport standing there in her black skirt that barely fell past her hips. It was shorter than it should be. Had she rolled it up since arriving at school? Her tight top molded to her breasts, her red hair falling in waves around her hungry face.

“Sable!” I gasped in shock. “W-what are you doing? I’m using t-this stall.”

“Mmm, I know,” she purred. “I’ve been looking for my little lesbian.”

I shook my head. This was too early. Not the time for me to be bait. “I’m n-not a lesbian.” The fear swirled through my stomach while my heart pounded this wild beat in my chest. I didn’t know what to do as I sat here. “Can you please go?”

“Go?” she purred as I sat here, my skirt bunched around my waist, my panties down around my ankles. I felt so exposed. She could see my blonde bush. This heat swept through me. My pussy grew so wet as the beautiful woman stood here. “Why would I go? Mmm, why do you want me to go.”

“So I can finish my business and leave,” I whimpered. “The next period will start in a few minutes.”

“But don’t you need me to finish your business?” she cooed. She licked her lips. “I mean, you have such a wet pussy to attend to. Don’t you want me to… help.”

“Wet?” I gasped. “W-why would my pussy be—”

She thrust her hand between my thighs before I could stop her. I shuddered as her fingers swept through the curls of my bush to rub right at the wet folds of my pussy. She stroked up and down me as my eyes widened in shock.

“Mmm, you’re so wet, my little closet dyke,” she purred.

“That’s p-pee,” I gasped out, my heart hammering in my chest as she kept rubbing at my cunt. Pleasure rippled through me. Her touch felt so good. I shuddered here. This wasn’t supposed to be happening yet. We didn’t have a plan. “That’s all that is.”

“Don’t treat me like an idiot,” she hissed, ripping her hand away. Her fingers were dripping with my pussy cream. I was so wet. So hot. “You want me. You crave me. I can always tell. And you are a closet dyke.”

I shook my head. I had to resist. “I love Zach. I’m n-not gay.”

Sable hiked her skirt. She drew what few inches of material there was up her thighs and exposed her shaved pussy. It dripped with her juices. A bead ran down her thigh. I shuddered there, my heart pounding so fast.

I wanted to fall to my knees. I craved to eat her out. I wanted to just devour her. It was so hard to resist. I did like girls. And Zach wanted me to kneel before her, but now wasn’t the time. I wasn’t supposed to do it yet.

She shot her hand out and grabbed a fistful of my hair. She hissed, “Kneel, dyke, now!”

She yanked me off the toilet. I gasped as I fell hard on my knees as she shoved my face right into her snatch. Her hot folds rubbed on my lips. The tart flavor of her cunt melted past my lips. My eyes bulged at the feel of her on me.

“Lick!” she growled, smearing her hot cunt on my mouth. She held my head tight to her snatch. “Now!”

I licked.

I groaned at how good she tasted. Her tart juices melted across my tongue. I reveled in the delicious flavor of her cunt as I lapped at her. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to just feast on her. Eat her out. She tasted so good not to. I couldn’t help myself.

I was weak.

My tongue flicked through her folds. I licked and lapped at her with all the passion that I had. I feasted on her with everything that I had in me. It was incredible to devour her. She groaned, her back arching as I devoured her.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she purred. “Let out that dyke. You’re a pussy-lapping slut! My slut! That’s what you are! Now feast!”

I feasted on her, licking and lapping at her pussy. I couldn’t help myself. This pussy was so delicious. It was like eating the angel’s cunt. That same hedonistic freedom. I lost myself to Sable’s snatch, my tongue sliding through the tart folds.

She moaned, her body trembling over me as she held me to her cunt. I devoured her with hunger. I licked at her with everything that I had. I couldn’t stop myself. I devoured her with such passion. It was an incredible rush to feast upon her like this. My tongue licked and lapped through her twat.

Her juices ran down my chin. I quivered there as I devoured her, my naughty pussy on fire. I would be the bait. I would win her to serve Zach. I closed my eyes, enjoying every moment of this passion. Every last second of this exquisite passion.

It was outstanding. Just an incredible delight to lick and lap at her snatch. I caressed her with hunger. I licked and lapped at her with such passion. It was an incredible delight to feast upon her. Just a wonder to drink every drop of her pussy cream.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed. “You little dyke cunt! Eat that pussy, slut! You’re mine! I own you! Oh, yes, yes, you little holier-than-thou whore! You pussy-loving harlot! That’s it. Oh, your father and mother would be so ashamed of you. Yes!”

Her breasts quivered in her tight top. Her pussy cream dripped down my chin.

“Jam that tongue into my cunt,” she growled. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re my pussy-loving slut, aren’t you?”

What should I answer?

“Say it!” she hissed, her eyes burning with her dominance.

I had to be her slut. That was what Zach needed me to be. Even if we hadn’t come up with a plan. I had to be Sable’s to trap her. “Yes!”

“Say more than yes!” she spat. “Tell me what you are. Tell me that you’re my cunt-loving, twat-munching, pussy-worshiping dyke-slut!”

She wanted me to say it. I trembled there, my face pressed into her pussy.

“Say it!” she said slowly and coldly. Her fingernails bit into the back of my head. “Tell me what you are!’

“I… I…” My voice was muffled by that tasty twat. “I’m Zach’s… I’m Zach’s…”

“You’re not Zach’s slut! Your mine!”

I was Zach’s slut. His wife. And… And… I had to be the bait. I had to lie. It was for Zach. For the angels and the Lord. I had to do this. I had to say these things as I devoured her pussy. I had to become these words. I had to submit to her, but my heart would be Zach’s.

“I’m your cunt-loving, twat-munching, pussy-worshiping dyke-slut!” I gasped out into her pussy in a rush of words.

I thrust my tongue into her pussy and swirled around in her. She groaned, her face twisting with delight. This wild mirth. There was no love in those eyes. No tender concern. She was just thrilled to use me. To degrade me.

“That’s right!” she moaned, smearing her hot pussy on my mouth. She ground her pussy lips against my mouth, coating me in her hot cunt. “You’re mine!”

Zach’s!

I tongued her snatch with hunger. I feasted on her with everything that I had. I licked and lapped at her with such passion. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. I loved pussy. The angel had given me this desire. It was more than anointing me last night.

She had to make sure I was ready for this moment. She implanted this Holy Desire for pussy in me. I was a Sacred Lesbian right now. A Chosen Dyke blessed to eat pussy for my husband. I quivered with such delight, my eyes squeezing shut.

I showed the Lord the level of my devotion as I feasted on the hot cunt grinding on my mouth. It was an amazing moment. I loved every second of it. I savored this passion surging through me. My face twisted with pure delight, and nothing touched my pussy.

“That’s it, you fucking slutty dyke!” she gasped. “You dirty, nasty, pussy-loving cunt! Eat my snatch! Oh, god, I’m going to drown you in my fucking cream!”

I wanted that. I hungered for that.

My tongue stroked through her folds as I obeyed the Lord’s will. I loved every moment of this. Every last second of this passion. It was an incredible delight to feast on her while following divine inspiration.

Providence had led me to this moment.

I gripped Sable’s rump, kneading her ass as my tongue swirled around her clit. She gasped, her clothes rustling as I brought her closer and closer to her moment of climax. She gripped the back of my head, her fingernails biting into my flesh.

“You nasty little lezzie-fucktoy!” she gasped. “Yes!”

Her tart pussy juices gushed out and bathed my mouth. I gulped them down. I swallowed every drop of her juices, my fingers squeezing her ass-cheeks. She bucked, her moans echoing through the stall as I gulped down her cunt cream.

“You fucking love my juices!” she moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped between licks.

She held me to her pussy as she ground her shaved snatch on my face. She smeared her flesh against me. I shuddered as she bucked, nearly smothering me with her hot twat. My eyes squeezed shut as I reveled in this. Obeying the Lord’s will had never been more pleasant.

She drowned me in her pussy cream. I gulped it down, my tongue sliding through her folds. I savored every last second of this. I closed my eyes as she gripped the back of my head. She groaned out the last of her passion.

“Mmm, and now for what the naughty lezzie-slut really craves,” she moaned. “Don’t spill a drop!”
I was so confused then bitter piss gushed into my mouth. I gasped as the acrid flavor splashed on my tongue. I wanted to pull away as her urine flooded my mouth. She filled me in moments, forcing me to swallow the hot liquid down my throat.

I couldn’t believe she would do this. I wanted to pull away, but…

I had to be submissive.

I had to be the trap.

I closed my eyes as the piss gushed into my mouth. The acrid, nasty liquid filled my throat. I swallowed it, my cunt growing hotter and hotter. My pussy clenched as more and more of her pee spurted into my mouth.

I gulped it down as fast as I could. She groaned as she pissed in my mouth. She shuddered, this wild look in her eyes. She trembled there, grinding her shaved snatch on my face. The force of her stream slowed.

She groaned, straining. The pee shot out in a few more spurts before she ran dry.

“Oh, you dirty, nasty slut,” she groaned. “You are just a nasty thing. A pee-drinking little whore. My, oh, my, you reverend’s daughters are such closeted things. You didn’t even flinch. You ever drank a woman’s piss before?”

I shook my head, whimpering, “No.”

“Good,” she said. “Now bend over the toilet. I want to fuck your cunt so hard.”

“Fuck me?” I asked, trembling as she unslung the small backpack she wore. The cute type that was like a purse. She opened it and pulled out a phallic shaft on a strange harness. A dildo. But what were the straps for?

“Bend over, you dumb cunt,” she spat. “Now!”

I gasped and turned around. I rose and bent over it, thrusting out my rump at her, my skirt draping over me. My blonde hair fell around my face. I glanced back to see her stepping into the harness. She was wearing it like…

A cock. That was how lesbians had sex? I had no idea.

I quivered there as she drew the flesh dildo up her thighs. It bobbed before her, the tip wiggling. She rolled the harness over her hips and adjusted it, the base covering her pussy. She grinned as she hiked my skirt quickly, throwing it over my rump. My panties were still around my ankles.

She pressed the dildo into my bush. The rubbery tip reached my pussy lips. This wasn’t Zach’s cock, but it was still exciting with the acrid taste of her piss in my mouth. She was in utter control of me in a way I had never experienced.

I had always been obedient. I had always obeyed my parents, the Lord, and now I obeyed Zach. But this was different. She didn’t tell me what to do, she controlled me. She seized my will and made me into her… her…

Slave.

She rammed the dildo into my cunt.

I gasped out at the rubbery shaft burying into my hot snatch. Her crotch smacked my rump. She was so confident in her thrust. I groaned as she drew back at once. My cunt squeezed down on the dildo, the pleasure rushing through me.

It was such a thrill to have her massaging me like that. A wonderful delight to feel her fucking into my cunt. She plowed into me with such force. She buried that dildo into my snatch again and again. I groaned, my cunt squeezing about her dildo.

She plowed into my twat over and over again. She fucked me with such force. I whimpered, my boobs jiggling in my bra and blouse. The pleasure swept through me. I gripped the toilet as she fucked me with such driving force.

“Mmm, you love that, don’t you, you little dyke-slut!” she hissed as she fucked me. “Yeah, you love it, you fucking pussy-loving whore!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as Sable fucked me. The Mistress-Bitch hammered me hard.

“Yeah, you’re just a little lezzie-whore just dying for a dyke to fuck you hard,” she purred. “For your Mistress to claim your frigid cunt and melt the ice. Now you’re just a panting slut. Ooh, you are going to cum screaming on my toy.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my pussy hurtling towards that moment when I would cum on her dildo.

She plunged away as I trembled there, gripping the railing. She plowed into me, my butt-cheeks jiggling. My moans echoed through the bathroom stall, blonde hair swaying about my face. I squeezed my cunt around her dildo.

She slammed it hard into me, gasping out her own delight. She pumped away so hard as she moaned. Her pleasure echoed through the air. Was she cumming? Had she orgasmed from fucking me with her fake dick.

“You dirty dyke-slut!” she moaned. “Cum! Cum on your Mistress’s cock!”

“Yes!” I squealed as she slammed into me.

I exploded.

My body bucked, my cunt writhing around her shaft. My pussy rippled with the pleasure of it. The delight surged through me. I groaned, savoring that wonderful ecstasy surging through me. I loved it so much.

My body trembled, heart pounding in my chest as the waves of rapture drowned my mind. I shuddered there, my cunt convulsing around her dildo. I quivered there, my heart hammering in my chest. I just came so hard on her.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “My little cunt, you are mine!”

I was Zach’s, but… I had to pretend. “Yes…” I closed my eyes. “Mistress.”

“Mmm, you are learning fast,” she purred as she ripped the dildo out of my cunt. “Now, you fucking whore, you got my dildo dirty with your juices. Suck it clean now!”

I gasped at what she said. I rose and spun around, the Mistress-Bitch grinning down at me as I dropped to my knees. She loved this. The fleshy dildo dripped with my pussy juices. There was nothing else of me to do but obey her.

Chapter Six

Stable Newport

I loved seeing Susannah Augustine, the perfect daughter of the holier-than-thou reverend, on her knees staring at my dildo dripping in her pussy juices. The dirty, little dyke opened her mouth with such wanton passion and swallowed my toy.

She suckled on it. I loved how she bobbed her mouth. She worked her lips up and down my dildo. A hot thrill swept through me. I got no real pleasure from this. The pressure on my clit wasn’t nearly as much as when I fucked her pussy.

That was a thrill. To have that prissy, little bitch cum on my dildo.

I felt on top of the world.

I slid my fingers through her blonde hair as she suckled with noisy passion. She slurped on my dildo. It was delightful. Maybe I would sell her to a man one day. Make her suck a real dick when I was bored of her.

But that wouldn’t be for a while. Not with the preacher’s daughter. I had such naughty ideas bursting in my head. The things I would do to her. Expose her. Turn her into a slut that would embarrass her parents. Her church.

Dye her hair. Tattoo her up. Pierce her. Oh, yes, pierce her. Lips. Eyebrows. Nipples and clit were a given. I would transform her from this good girl into a dyke-slut. I would use her, degrade her, and sell her off to another mistress or dom.

But for now, I savored her sucking on my dildo. Just working her mouth up and down my fleshy shaft. Her blue eyes stared up at me with such hunger in them. She had drunk my piss. She was truly a depraved girl, all her lusts bottled up tight.

It was so much fun to uncork her.

I stroked my fingers through her hair as she bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my toy. She suckled on me with passion. It was a wondrous thrill. A big smile spread on my lips as she suckled with everything she had.

“That’s it, little whore,” I cooed. “You’re going to do whatever I want, right?”

She moaned around the dildo, her cheeks hollowing from the force of her sucking.

“Yes, you are my little dyke-whore,” I purred, a big smile spreading on my lips. I loved this so much. It was perfect.

She kept nursing on me. Kept loving me. I quivered here, feeling my orgasm building from the thrill of the slutty thing sucking me. The base massaged my clit just enough to make me quiver. I groaned as I ran a hand through her hair.

She suckled with noisy passion. She nursed with all her might. She was such a delicious little thing I loved every moment of this. I savored every second of her suckling on me. She nursed with all her passion. I loved every second of it. I groaned, my face twisting with delight. I would have such a big orgasm. Just a mighty one.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. “Ooh, that’s good. That’s just so good. I’m going to cum so hard, you dirty slut. That’s it. Just keep sucking on me. Keep nursing on me just like that.”

She did. She suckled hard.

“Dirty fucking dyke-whore!”

She moaned around the dildo, slurping and slobbering over it.

“You thought you were better than me, but you’re just my fucking cuntrag! I’ll wipe my snatch off on your mouth whenever I want.”

She whimpered and nodded.

My smile swelled with delight. This was perfect. My orgasm swelled as she bobbed her head, rubbing the base of the dildo into my clit and pussy lips. I shuddered, my cunt clenching. I gripped the sides of her head.

I thrust into her mouth. I rammed my dildo to the back of her throat and kept pushing. She squealed and choked. I forced it down her gullet, loving her gurgling and choking. I buried every inch of the rubbery shaft into her mouth.

“That’s it, you fucking slut!” I groaned and drew back. “I own your fucking body. I’ll mouth-fuck you with my lezzie-dick whenever I want!”

She could only moan and suckle on the dildo.

My orgasm grew and grew with every thrust into her mouth. This was so hot. Made me so wet. I loved this so much. I was getting so off on this. It made me so wet. My body quivered as I fucked her mouth. I pumped away at her with such force.

She suckled and slurped on the rubbery cock. Her blonde hair spilled around her flushed face. The goody-two-shoes reverend’s daughter was my lezzie slut. Sparks burst from my clit as I hurtled towards my orgasm. This was so hot.

I buried to the back of her throat and groaned out, “You nasty slut! Yes!”

I climaxed.

I bucked, my tits bouncing in my expensive top. I groaned, waves of heat rushing through my body. It was an incredible rush. The heat billowed through me as my pussy cream gushed down my thighs. I shuddered in delight. This was so wild.

I ripped my dildo from her mouth and leaned back against the stall door. I groaned, my body quivering through my orgasm. Stars danced across my vision as I stared down at the panting preacher’s daughter. Drool spilled down her chin. She licked her lips, struggling to gather herself.

“Yes!” I squealed. “Oh, yes, you’re my lezzie fucktoy now, slut!”

“Yes, M-Mistress,” she whimpered, quivering.

“Take this off me!” I moaned, my orgasm hitting its wonderful peak. I loved this so much. My heart pounded in my chest. This wave of heat rushed through me. I squirmed in delight, savoring the heat billowing through my body.

She pulled the harness down my thighs. I smiled, my body simmering with the pleasure that she had given me. I would have so much fun with her. I had to buy her the right garb. Get her fitted with a collar. Oh, there was so much to do.

“Shit,” I groaned. “Oh, shit, that’s good. That’s so good.” I stepped out of the harness, my skirt bunched around my waist. “Now we have places to go, little slave!”

“Go?” she whimpered.

“Yes, go,” I said, shaking my head. Was she stupid? “My car is waiting outside for us.”

“But we can’t skip school,” that little fluff gasped as she stared up at me. “We’ll be in—”

SLAP!

My hand striking her cheek shut her up. She gasped as her head snapped to the side. Red formed on her cheek as her eyes glistened with shocked pain. I savored it. She was confused, but she had to learn her place.

“I own you, slut,” I hissed and turned, shoving down my skirt. “Now get up and follow. I have to buy you a collar and new toys. You’re my new lezzie pet. This is going to be fun.”

I marched to the door confident she followed. After a moment, I heard her footsteps rushing to catch up with me. She tried to fall in at my side, but I gave her a withering glare and arched my eyebrows. She swallowed and lagged behind me.

I unlocked the bathroom door. We stepped into the empty hallways. Classes were on. I marched towards the exit where my car awaited. She scurried behind me. I knew her head would be bowed. She was confused. Frightened. And eager. Aroused and burning for more while terrified of what it meant.

Breaking in a sex slave was always such a thrill. I was so excited for it. I almost hummed as I marched down the hallway, my heeled boots clicking with every step. My cunt dripped juices down my thighs. She was perfect.

That Zach thought he had a loyal girlfriend. He was such a fucking nerd. Too buttoned up. Too normal. He would never give that slut what she craved. Especially not when I was through with her. I would have her tattooed, hair dyed, nipples and clit pierced.

Maybe I’d send her crawling back to him.

He would be heartbroken when he realized that I had claimed her and ruined her. That vanilla boy could never satiate her. Not know. Not after I had dragged out her true desires. I shuddered as I neared the exit. The way she had drunken my piss.

She was perfectly submissive. A wondrous find.

I stepped outside, my car waiting. My driver, Ms. Denise, curtsied without a word. She looked sexy in her tight, black pants and her white blouse with the bow tie, her youthful face blank. My first slave. She opened the door and I slid in with grace, her blonde ponytail swaying down her back. My sex slave swallowed, staring at it. The fear dwindled in her eyes. She stared back at the high school.

“Get in now!” I snapped, my anger swelling in me. I would not put up with her reticence. She would obey me or be punished.

“Yes, Mistress!” she squeaked and slid into the car. The door shut.

I smiled as my chauffeur hurried into the car. She glanced back and asked, “Where are we going, Mistress?”

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“Okay, okay, let’s get started,” Ms. Kathe, my debate teacher, said. “We’re going to work on critical thinking. That’s the key to debate. To look at any subject from multiple angles. You will have to defend positions that you don’t even believe in. To do that, you have to see the issue from every side.”

Where was Susannah?

We shared this class. It wasn’t like her to be late. The last I’d seen her was after our lunch meeting. I had gotten something quick to eat while she had freshened up. Then I rushed off to my art class. Now… Where was she?

I didn’t like this at all. Ms. Kathe continued her lecture, time stretching on and on as the minutes ticked by and my secret wife never showed up. I glanced at Nisha. She furrowed her brow and leaned back, thinking.

“I fear she may have taken initiative on her own,” she finally said. “The Mistress Bitch must have seized her.”

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Susannah Augustine

After an hour’s drive, leaving our town far behind, we pulled up at a terrible-sounding store. “Spikes and Whips?”

“It’s where I like to buy my… toys,” she purred. “I don’t want people in our town seeing me visit here, and they don’t care about me being a few years underage.”

“A sex shop?” I whimpered, my cheeks burning hot.

“Yes,” she said as the chauffeur opened the door for us. Sable slid out, her heeled boots crunching on gravel. She stood there in her miniskirt and snapped her fingers. “Out!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, my stomach quivering. I hoped this would help with the plan. What if she never let me see Zach again? What if I had sinned by submitting to him and ruined everything.

No, no, I was the bait to the trap. Zach would just have to figure out how to spring it after I had already been taken.

I slipped out of the car and onto the gravel parking lot. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the sex shop. Spikes and Whips… It was such an ominous-sounding place. I swallowed as Sable marched towards the door then stopped before it. She glanced at me, irritation in her eyes.

“Sorry, Mistress,” I gasped, realizing I had to open the door for her.

I darted to her, stepping onto the sidewalk before the building. I grabbed the door and opened it, my cheeks burning so bright. She glanced at me and shook her head. She marched inside. I followed after. It was so dark in here. Dimly lit.

Music played. The volume was low, but it was something metal and dark. I gasped at the leather fetish wear on mannequins. I didn’t know how to describe half of it. Corsets, I supposed, with garters dangling from them. Some of them were cupping the mannequins’ breasts. Others were guys modeling leather codpieces covered in spikes, and chaps. Leather straps crisscrossed some of the male mannequins’ chests. And one of the females, just covering her nipples.

My eyes flicked to the wall. My cheeks burned. Dildos. Sex toys. There were so many of them. Shapes. Sizes. Colors. Some were enormous. I felt faint just staring at them. Not all were shafts. Some were shaped like eggs. Others were strings of balls.

Many had harnesses like the one that Sable had already fucked me with.

Another rack held collars. Leather ones that were black, red, pink, and purple. Some had studs. Others had spikes. Some leashes were sold with them. I quivered there, my eyes flicking to another wall. It was covered in wooden paddles. Those old-fashioned ones they used to spank students with a hundred or more years ago.

And besides those were whips. Riding crops. Floggers. I swallowed. This place had me trembling. What was she going to buy here for me? Everywhere I looked, there was something new that made me tremble. Handcuffs, some fuzzy, some not. Manacles. Bars with cuffs on them. Rope. Porno mags. Videos.

“Now,” said Sable. She stared at me. “You have been slow to obey. You need to be punished.”

“P-punished, Mistress?” A shiver ran through me.

“Strip.”

I swallowed and glanced to the man watching. He ran the shop. He stared at me with eyes that burned hot. My eyes danced around, looking for any cameras. There was one in the corner. My cheeks blazed. This was wrong. I couldn’t strip here.

Not when there would be video proof.

“I said strip now,” Sable hissed, her voice so frosty that a wave of panic shot through me.

Before I could stop myself, I was unbuttoning my conservative blouse. I worked fast, my fingers trembling. I ripped it open and dropped it. Her eyes flicked over my white bra. She gave a faint shake of her head. She didn’t like my bra?

It was cute. But… it was very vanilla.

I reached behind me, the man staring at me. Shame burned through me. I was bait. I was bait. I kept repeating that through my mind. I was doing this for my husband. I was bait. I unhooked the clasp of my bra and slipped the straps off my shoulders.

“My, my, you are a busty thing,” purred Sable. She pinched one of my hard nipples.

I gasped, my knees quivering as she twisted it.

“Yes, you are,” she said. “And with such fat nipples. Just perfect for clamping. My, my, we’re going to have fun.” Her smile grew wicked. “Well, I’ll be having lots and lots of fun playing with my new sex slave.”

My hand trembled as I reached for my skirt. I pushed it off my waist and let the cloth flutter down to my feet. I was down to my white panties. I quivered as I hooked the waistband and shoved them off. I worked them down my legs, trembling.

The cloth rolled down them then dropped down my legs. I was naked in a sex shop. This was so bad. I didn’t know what else to do. Tears stung my eyes. Zach would be so angry at me. I was messing up so much.

But he needed Sable.

I just had to have faith in the angel that guided him. Guided us.

“Tears,” purred Sable. She ran her finger up my cheek and collected the tear. She held it on the end of her finger, staring at it. “Embarrassed. Ashamed.”

I nodded, my eye flicking to the man who watched me.

“You’re mine,” she reminded me, pinching my nipple now. Hard. Her fingernail bit into it.

I gasped at the pain. More tears spilled down my cheeks while my pussy… My pussy burned with this wet heat. I… enjoyed it even as it hurt me. My knees quivered as her fingernails dug into my sensitive nub.

“I can show you off to whomever I want, slut,” she hissed, her eyes blazing. “If I want to parade you around the school naked, then that’s just what I’ll do.”

I stared at her in shock. That could never happen. This was all going so wrong.

“Now,” she said. “I want you to pick out a set of handcuffs, a ball gag, a pair of nipple clamps, and a paddle right now!” She released my nipples. “And no dawdling.”

“Nipple clamps?” I whimpered.

She pointed to a collection of clips. My eyes widened. Some of them had teeth. A few had strange springs attached to chains. My hands almost covered my big breasts. Why would anyone put those on their nipples?

“Move, slave,” Sable hissed. “And you better make sure I approve of all your choices. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

“N-No,” I whimpered and darted for the handcuffs, my cheeks burning as the guy behind the counter ogled me.

I was so aware of how much my tits bounced. I wanted to hold them. The scrutiny was making me so wet. My pussy soaked my bush I was a freak to enjoy this. No, no, I was what was needed. I had to be into this so I could be the perfect trap for her.

That was why I was chosen.

I reached them and goggled at the choices. There were stainless steel ones that looked like real police handcuffs. Others were flimsier pairs. Some had fuzzy padding around them. One looked like the striped pattern of a big cat, another was red, and one was pink. I swallowed. That was girly. Did she want me to be girly?

I grabbed those, hoping it wouldn’t get me into much trouble. Next, I had to get the gag.

I rushed over to those. There were even more types. Some were made of cloth, others of rubber. They had different-sized balls in them and different shades. I quivered at the sight of those. Another type of gag had rings.

Rings?

So I could lick through them?

But Sable told me to get a ball. I better not mess this up. She said ball gag, so ball gag I would grab her. I snagged one with a pink ball to match the handcuffs. I gripped those and looked for the nipple clamps. My big nubs throbbed.

I spotted them again.

I darted to them, tits heaving. The man behind the counter had such a disgusting leer on his face as he watched me moving around his store. I reached the nipple clamps, my backside aimed at him. He must be leering at my rump.

“She’s got some nice potential,” said the man as I perused the options.

“Yes, she does,” Sable purred. “Maybe when I’m bored of her, I’ll let you fuck her.”

The man gave an evil chuckle as I perused the nipple clamps.

That would never happen. Zach would have saved me by then. He would have broken Sable and made sure this man never talked. I just had to be a good trap until then and pretend that I was Sable’s. But I wasn’t. I could never be hers.

I was Zach’s.

I grabbed the nipple clamps that had the little padding on them. They looked like they hurt the least. I hoped she wouldn’t be mad, but… I didn’t think such things could be done to people. Why would anyone want to have those put on them?

Then it was time for the paddle.

The disgusting man leered at me as I moved across the store. I held my choices close to me, trying to cover my large boobs as best as I could. A bead of excitement ran down my thigh. I swallowed as I stared at the paddles.

Some were wide and others narrow. One even had holes drilled through them. A few were like ping pong paddles. Most were made of wood, but a few were made of plastic or rubber. I bet wood. That was what she would want.

I reached out for one that would be able to spank my entire rump. I shuddered as I grabbed the polished handle. I felt Sable watching me from behind, judging me. I pulled it off the hook and trembled. Did I have everything?

Handcuffs, ball gag, nipple clamps, and paddle.

I turned around and hurried back to her. I trembled as I reached her. I stopped before her, wanting to swallow. She took the fuzzy handcuffs from me, arching her eyebrow. “Pink.”

My cheeks burned brighter.

“Well, you are a girly girl,” she said. “And matching ball gag. Accessorizing your BDSM gear?”

I nodded as she took the ball gag from me. Then she held up the nipple clamps. They swung from the wire as she studied them. I trembled, so afraid of what she would think about those. Should I have picked the ones that hurt more?

“Tame,” she said as she glanced down at my nipples. “But, I suppose, allowances must be made. It is your first time being clamped.” She smiled. “And you’ll always remember your first time.”

I quivered at the malice in her eyes. I wanted to flee from here. I wanted Zach to burst in and save me. I took in a deep breath. I had to be strong here. I had to not surrender. I was the bait. That was what mattered.

“I’ll pick better next time, Mistress,” I said.

“I’m sure you will,” she said. “Now, hands behind your back.”

I shoved them back there, my big boobs jiggling. I knew what was coming. I breathed slowly as she moved behind me. The clink of the handcuffs sent a nervous shudder through me. I could do this. I could be strong.

She grabbed my right hand and slapped the fuzzy cuff over it. The material tickled my hand. The ratcheting clatter sent a shiver through me. My pussy clenched. My heart screamed in my chest as she slapped the other one on my other wrist.

I was bound. Truly helpless now.

“Open wide,” she cooed as she thrust the gag over my head and held it before my mouth.

I did and she pulled it back. The soft ball pressed into my lips and teeth. The taste of foamy rubber filled my mouth as she strapped it tight. I breathed through my nose, my heart pounding so fast. This was getting scarier and scarier.

Which made me wetter and wetter.

A hot bead of pussy juices ran down my thigh as she moved before me with the two nipple clamps. She opened them and closed them, this wild look in her eyes. I whimpered, my heart pounding a mile a minute as she grinned at me.

“Mmm, you’re going to love this so much, slut,” she said and brought the first clamp to my nub.

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