Message-ID: <20786eli$9903260436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: none@reply.com (Anonymous) Subject: RACHEL IN TROUBLE - (MC, humiliation, rape, celebrity, BDSM, TV Show: Friends) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36fc3c6c.130290828@news.mindspring.com> RACHEL IN TROUBLE @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ DISCLAIMER : READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. ALL CHARACTERS, SITUATIONS, AND LOCATIONS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL. A Production of THE_RUTHLESS_RUSSIAN (MC, humiliation, rape, celebrity, BDSM, TV Show: Friends) @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Standard Entrance: Claudine Rebecca Westerinzet was no ordinary woman. Once one of the brightest students in MIT, she was seen as a possible ground-breaker in the science of psychology even in her youth. Yet, that was all gone now, following her high-profile divorce from Ruben Penetzinskiev, one of the wealthiest real-estate tycoons in America. She had no financial worries of course; most of the huge divorce payments she received went to her studies, which she kept secret. The 43-year-old woman was still in love with Ruben even though he was dead by now. She was a broken woman, with a broken heart, longing for the days Ruben was in love with her brains. She didn't know what made her fall so deeply in love with Ruben and didn't know why he changed his compassion for Claudine's brains to other women's breasts later in life. She never faulted Ruben, though. Ruben was dead now, anyway. He had literally died of sex, having a fatal heart attack right in the middle of an oral treat from one of the high-priced bimbos he kept around him all the time. Many considered it an ironic death for a well-known womanizer - Claudine had been unavailable for comment, and she had managed to keep herself away from herds of reporters in search of her mansion, rumored to be somewhere in Rhode Island. She was busy mourning for the very same husband who had dumped her for the joy of accompanying beautiful women and models. Many ex-wives in her situation hated their husbands, getting together to whine about them, telling friends what a perverted useless mean asshole the hubby was. Not Claudine. She didn't fault Ruben one bit. She had never been a feminist. After all, feminists believe in equality. Claudine didn't. She had no doubt men were stupid and animalistic, driven by their primal instincts, just a step higher than the common gorilla. She loved men, she loved Ruben, but she never believed any man had the ability to put common sense or morality before the satisfaction of their primal urges. It wasn't Ruben she held liable for all his womanizing and his eventual death - it was all those teasing, ruthless women around Ruben, spoiled, selfish, deadly women, beautiful women, who feasted on the weaknesses of males, that killed Ruben. It was them, models in mini-skirts, supermodels in bikinis, all their make-up, beautiful eyes and bodies like Goddesses, all their teasing and daring that killed Ruben. They were like vultures, praying on the weaker sex driven by his urges rather than his logic. She could see the murderers of her husband, the murderers of her romance, which she had cherished more than anything else in life. They were in the "swimsuit issue", they were in "Entertainment", they were in movies, in Playboy, in beer commercials... Women teasing, corrupting men, destroying their loved ones... Any beautiful woman with swinging hips or make-up, any woman ready to get on her knees and offer oral sex for a diamond necklace, any cock-teaser was responsible of course - but the harm of their sins paled in comparison to the greatest, brightest, most glorious stars; the so-called "supermodels" and "celebrities"... They were the ones who really ruined lives, they were the ones who built their fame and fortune on the ashes of once-happy men and women... So, when Claudine reached her life-time goal of mind-control, she knew what to do with it. Once upon a time, she had dreamed of being on the cover of Time, using mind-control to advance human race, to condition individuals to become healthier, smarter, more resilient and peaceful... Yet, the society had betrayed her. The idols of the society had betrayed her, destroying her and her love... So now, "they" would pay... Men - she had no problem with. In fact, she had a curious sympathy towards the inferior male animal, with all its chauvinistic sexism and savagery. But women, who go around teasing men, flaunting their bodies and beauty, destroying men - "they" would pay!!! In time her hatred grew to include almost any woman, any proud, self-assured, beautiful woman. She despised good-looking, beautiful women, especially those who were haughty, over-confident and arrogant. She wanted to see them humiliated, "put in their place". That's when Claudine had that necklace made especially for her, her new name crafted on it: "Madam Avenge"!! It was time to avenge!!! @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Madam Avenge had noticed Rachel in the coffee shop she frequented lately - Central Perk. Madam Avenge did not usually bother with ordinary women - but Rachel was no ordinary girl; she may not be a Hollywood celebrity or a supermodel but she certainly was the center of attention in this small place, with every male customer's eyes on her perfectly shaped ass or her firm breasts pushing against her tight blouse... "Oh, yes" concluded Madam Avenge - Rachel certainly was a deserving target for correction: She would be punished - for being such a great fuck... for having such a great body... for being such a cock tease... for simply being Rachel!! Madam Avenge decided to take action just before close. It was 11:40 PM as she peeked through the window, to see the patrons. There was just a handful of customers, including Rachel's usual gang. Madam Avenge had followed them earlier, making sure they'd be present - they played a significant role in her plans. She was also pleased there was only a few customers - with too many people, things could get hairy! She examined the patrons with curiosity: The mean looking black guy seemed like he was from Texas or some other rugged part of the West. He was wearing big cowboy boots and a hat. In his early forties, he was very big and muscular. He had the sort of mean, scary looks that a Samuel Jackson look-alike would have. The Japanese couple also looked in their mid-forties - though Madam Avenge could never tell the ages of Japanese. They looked like typical Japanese tourists, surely their bag was packed with rolls of films, tons of boring pictures to show to the family members once they were back in Japan. There was a party of three college students - who looked like typical fraternity guys. They seemed to be trying to recover from an alcohol over-dose by consuming coffee. The other waitress was Lucy. One didn't need to read minds to see she despised Rachel. "Not surprising" thought Madam Avenge. All women, especially those plain-looking ones like Lucy, hated beautiful cock-teasers like Rachel. Yet, there was more to Lucy's dislike for Rachel. Rachel always acted like Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes, a proud high-class bitch who treated Lucy like a common slut! "Well" murmured Madam Avenge, "Lucy, honey, you're in for some vindication...". And Max was at the cashier as usual! Madam Avenge had to admit, he was a total sleazeball. Unshaven, over-weight, and every bit as sexist and horny as an animal. Madam Avenge had been examining him for a while. Max was a high-school drop-out, yet with what little brain he got, he had managed to operate Central Perk. He usually treated his waitresses as though he owned them, constantly making sexual passes. He loved watching Rachel's round and firm ass sway all day long - yet, he knew how much Rachel despised him... She wasn't going to take any crap from her sleazy Boss, making sure Max didn't try any more of his sexual advances on her. This made Max very angry, as he expected from her the same kind of favors Lucy so freely offered. She was, after all, nothing but a waitress slut. Yet, she acted as though she was some hot-shot movie star... And naturally, Ross, Chandler, Joey, Phoebe and Monica... As planned, they had gone to movies, and paid a visit to Rachel at the Central Perk, without knowing how dramatic their night would turn out. Rachel dropped by their table occasionally - she'd be off in 15 minutes. She joked with them, laughing and talking... Yet, Monica seemed a little mad! The animosity between Monica and Rachel the result of a shouting match that morning - Rachel was always so messy and careless around the house - did Monica have to be cleaning after her all the time? Madam Avenge knew the duo always quarreled, Monica being so bossy and Rachel lacking much of any discipline... Madam Avenge watched Rachel taking some dirty plates to the Cook and decided it was time. Poor Rachel had no idea the light pain she had felt on her arm earlier on the subway was a needle pushed into her arm by Madam Avenge. She had no idea who Madam Avenge was even though she had visited Central Perk a number of times recently. And she had no idea soon she'd be acting like somebody she was not, admitting to obscene fabrications... @@@@@@@@ Madam Avenge rushed into the Center Perk with all her might; she looked sexy in her leather dominatrix outfit despite being in her forties!! "Rachel!!" she yelled! "You goddamn slut!! I've been waiting for you for half an hour!!" All the heads turned to the woman standing at the door - who the hell was she? Rachel was asking the same question - who the hell was this person? So you can imagine her surprise when she heard herself utter the words: "I'm sorry, mistress, I'm really sorry - Max scheduled me for over time tonight, I was going to come to you directly after I'm off; I swear, I will be at your door right away!!!" "Shut up, bitch!!!" yelled Madam Avenge. "Enough of that!! You defiant slut - you're gonna get it this time - real bad!!! I will not tolerate this kind of disobedience!". There was silence in the room. People looked at Madam Avenge and Rachel in shock - except the Japanese tourists and Phoebe neither of whom could quite figure out what the hell was going on! So, Phoebe spoke up: "I'm sorry Miss, do you know Rachel?" Madam Avenge managed to talk through her laughter: "Do I know this bitch? The question is, do you know her? Let me tell you about her, about the real Rachel!! "No mistress, please" begged Rachel!! She couldn't believe it - what was happening? What was she saying? Why was she saying these things? She didn't even know this woman! What mistress??!! "Shut up, bitch!!" snapped Madam Avenge. "It is time your true identity comes out - and you should be proud of being my property!!" "That's what she is, you know!!" she told Phoebe. "What the fuck are you talking about?" interrupted Ross. "Shut the hell up and listen" hissed Madam Avenge. Ross did just that, not in the mood to take it up with the lady in leather!! "I am Madam Avenge and Rachel belongs to me - I am her mistress and she is my sex slave!! I use her as a sex toy - I assure you, this little tramp is quite capable of performing any sexual activity you can think of!!" The patrons - most notably Rachel's best friends - listened to the woman in sheer shock!! Rachel was a "sex slave" - in the hands of a middle-aged domineering sexomaniac lesbian!!! Phoebe still couldn't quite comprehend what was going on. As far as the rest of her friends: Even the astonishment on their faces couldn't hide their smirks. "You see" Madam Avenge continued. "Rachel has a natural tendency to be directed and dominated. She needs to be told what to do! Yet, she's been brought up as such a spoiled uppity bitch that occasionally she gets disobedient - like when tonight she didn't show up on time to entertain me!!! Thus, right now, right here, she will suffer her punishment!!" Rachel felt like she was on the verge of losing her mind!! The urge to speak, to deny, to simply kill this bitch was ripping through her body; yet, she couldn't move a muscle, speak a single word despite all her efforts! She was drowning in a sea of shame and desperation - the frustration was maddening!! Yet, she stood there, with her head bowed down, just like the sex slave this woman was making her out to be!! Rachel had never thought the feeling of humiliation could be physically hurting - yet, now, her heart was pumping like it was on fire, her head felt like it could explode from frustration, her breathing was getting heavy as though she was on the verge of death!!! "Alright Rachel, just go stand in the middle of the room - so that everyone can see you clearly. And make sure you face your friends, I bet they won't wanna miss a thing tonight! Max, you don't mind us using the facilities, do you?" "Oh no, Ma'am!!" declared Max. "You are welcome to do as you wish!". Max had no idea who this woman was or what she was going to do but it sure sounded quite interesting!! Finally Ross jumped to his feet!! "What the hell is going on? I don't know what's wrong with you Rachel but I don't wanna be a part of this fucked-up shit - I'm leaving..." "No" snapped Madam Avenge - she produced an Electro-shocker and buzzed it in the air for emphasis. "What the fuck?" Ross took a step back! "Don't worry, darling, I won't use it on you!! However, I will use it on Rachel's nice titties if you do leave - (pointing at Rachel's friends table) - if any of you guys leave!! Your presence ensures a milder punishment - if you refuse to be present, I will hurt the little bitch twice as much!! Tell them Rachel, tell them I can do anything I want to you!!" Rachel turned towards her friends, keeping her head bowed down, spoke in a cracking voice: "Mistress is right, she can do anything she wants to me!!!" Ross sat back in his chair, unable to say anything. Phoebe exchanged looks with Monica. What had Rachel gotten herself into? They couldn't speak - yet, their eyes communicated their amazement in what they were hearing! Their best friend was a freak!! A freak right out of those bizarre, repulsive bondage magazines. She was a sex slave, for crying out loud!!!! How could Rachel degrade herself like this? Yet, Monica was every bit as mad at Rachel she had been before. She kept the shocked impression on her face; yet, she was BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD y actions. Chandler and Joey exchanged looks, as well. They did their best to disguise their amusement - the ever proud Rachel was nothing but a cheap toy slut!!! They were both trying to conceal their hard-ons, which were growing to gigantic bulges under their pants despite their shock with Rachel's pitiful degradation. They were friends and all, yes, but either one would kill to have his way with the sizzling Rachel!! Or even to take a peek at her naked body and who knows... who knows what this weird ass sex slave stuff could lead to? If nothing at all, simply witnessing Rachel's humiliation and frustration was quite a turn-on!!! "Let's get started, shall we Rachel, dear? We don't wanna keep our audience waiting too long!! Alright, let's watch you take off that tiny blouse - it is so tight, your titties could rip it open any moment anyway!!" Madam Avenge found it rather amusing how quickly Rachel's face turned pale! "No, Mistress, please, not in front of people, not in front of my best friends, please..." Her pleas were blending with the slow tears sliding down her cheeks. "Right now, right here bitch - no ifs, no buts! You are going to strip. And quit crying or I'll give you something real to cry about!" Rachel couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe what was about to happen. Yet, her traitorous hands went up to the top button of her blouse as though she was on remote control. As she opened the top button, she felt sick to her stomach, as though she was going to die right there and then. She was dying of shame, keeping her head bowed down to avoid the looks of her best friends. Despite his earlier protests, Ross was now trying his best not to reveal his delight. His hard-on felt like it would rip through his pants any moment. Deep inside, his heart was boiling with guilt for taking so much pleasure from Rachel's misfortune, yet his lust for her now seemed quite immune from any sense of guilt. Rachel slowly undid her buttons one by one, turning a deeper shade of red with each one and trying her best not to cry! All the eyes were glued on her, there was no noise in the room at all! Lucy, the other waitress had come rushing out the kitchen not to miss the spectacle but even she didn't make the tiniest sound as Rachel finally dropped her shirt down to her feet. The black lace bra did little to conceal her large and firm breasts. It was the Japanese man who broke the silence!! "Aah, lady, ahh, sorrry, sorry - can I ask, can I ask something to you? Lady?" Surprised, Madam Avenge looked his way: "Yes??" "Ma'am, are we allowed to take pictures?" "Pictures?? You want to take pictures!! " It didn't sound like such a bad idea to Madam Avenge - in fact, why had she not though about it before? "Well, certainly!!" she exclaimed. "Feel free to take as many pictures as you wish sir, in fact , we should make copies for everyone - in order to preserve the fine memories of tonight!!!". "Alright darling, now let's have that tight skirt of yours!!". Rachel's trembling hands started unbuttoning her skirt slowly, leaving her clad only in black lace bra and bikini panties - and giving the Japanese tourists the opportunity to take first few of their spectacular pictures. Next came the bra!! Rachel reached behind and unhooked her bra, dropping it in the pile of clothes under her feet. She was trying to cover her firm breasts with her hands... "Rachel, remove your hands" Madam Avenge demanded. Rachel obeyed swiftly, silent tears starting to flow down on her cheeks again. Her breasts were out in the open now!! The way her large globes stood firm and defiant in the cool air was breathtaking. Ross simply clinched his hands with lust as he watched Rachel's exposed breasts heave suggestively. Unlike the other men who were focused on Rachel's bare bust with silence, Max was quite verbal with his feelings: "Holly shit" yelled Max from his seat. "Rachel, darling, I always thought you had the best fuckin' tits around here, boy look at that - you should audition for playboy!!!". He laughed out so hardly, he almost fell off his chair. He was loving it! The uppity bitch was being forced to strip right before his eyes... Madam Avenge seemed to be amused with the hostility between Max and Rachel. "Well, Max, you think we should ask Rachel to take off anything else?" This almost made Rachel jump in her place. She was sobbing, she was terrified in shame and she wanted to hold onto the last piece of clothing that protected her from complete nudity in front of strangers and her best friends. And she despised Max. He was a despicable fat slob, she hated working for him, she hated him for being a sexist, disgusting, annoying, perverted asshole. He always had his eyes on her, disrobing her with his eyes. And now, this sexist pig had once-in-a-life-time opportunity of leaving Rachel naked for real - and Rachel was now looking at Max with pleading eyes, hoping to find just a little mercy in him. There was none!! "Yes, yes" shouted Max with great enthusiasm. He was in a roll now, enjoying the power Madam Avenge delegated to him. "She must take off her panties, too, right?" He laughed looking at others: "I bet this spoiled bitch has her pussy shaved clean like a little school girl". "Well, then, Rachel, I'm afraid your panties are coming off!!" The embarrassed girl swallowed her last bit of dignity as she reached under the waist-band of her panties, pulled them down past her knees, over her ankles, and dropped them beside the rest of her clothes. Now, Rachel was left completely naked. Instinctively, she again tried to cover herself with her hands as she leaned up and stood in the middle of the room with one hand trying to cover her pubic area, the other arm going across her breasts. It was only a futile attempt to cover her exposed body but it was enough to drive Madam Avenge crazy. "Listen bitch, I don't want any modesty from you, got it? Stop covering your pussy and titties, people are here to see!! You'll have to learn a real good lesson today! Now, do as you're told -put your hands behind your head, and arch your back a little. And spread those legs, yes, you little cunt, spread those legs nice and wide!" Rachel, felt her arms and legs move exactly as requested, despite her best efforts to stop it. She placed her hand behind her neck, and spread her legs wide apart - she was dying of shame and agony. "See how that makes your tits stick out - not that those rockets need any extra help!!" commented Madam Avenge. Cheerfully shouted Max: "Hey, I guessed it fellas, see how her pussy is nicely shaved?!" "Yeah", he laughed. "I knew it, baby!!". Few people snickered. Rachel's face turned a burning red with Max' cruel mockings. Her cleanly shaven pussy was on display for everyone to examine. She was in a never-ending torture of degradation, her lips quivering, her body visibly shaking... and the idea that some of these people, especially Max, were enjoying her humiliation was painfully enraging to her deep inside. Japanese kept taking pictures - this surely beat all those boring pictures they had taken at the Empire States!!! "Time for your punishment" declared Madam Avenge!!! @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ Rachel's wrists were handcuffed and securely attached to a hook in the ceiling with a chain, pulling her arms tout over her head. She was raised so that she barely stood on her toes. It took the poor girl's full concentration to remain standing on her feet - otherwise all her weight would be painfully placed on her arms. The room was again silent, except for the occasional flashes from the Japanese couple. Anticipation was riding high. Now, having gone beyond their normal limits, all the men and women in the room couldn't wait to witness Rachel's humiliating punishment! Rachel was protesting and whimpering like a six-year-old but Madam Avenge had no intention of giving any leeway to Rachel. In fact, her whiny pleas simply excited Madam Avenge - she couldn't wait to hurt the haughty bitch as though she was a naughty schoolgirl... She asked for Lucy's hose which she gladly obliged - anything to further Rachel's torment. Madam Avenge simply picked up Rachel's panties and despite her protests stuffed it all the way in her mouth and fastened by tying the hose around Rachel's head. Rachel was disgusted with this cruel gag, as she was forced to taste and smell her own underwear - which she had been wearing all day long. Rachel's eyes widened in terror when she saw the cat-o-nine-tail in Madam Avenge' hands. She had never been beaten before. Her heart started pumping hard - which provided the men with a delicious view of her firm breasts moving up and down!! She hated pain! She couldn't bear it! Madam Avenge held the small whip in front of Rachel's face. The girl was terrified, her lips quivering, her body visibly shaking... Then Madam Avenge walked around her a few times, enjoying her fear. Rachel was getting more and more nervous, much to the amusement of the audience! Then her back exploded. WHAP!!! She had never felt such pain in her life. Her cry was muffled by her panties-gag! Madam Avenge had caused an angry red stripe to appear on the twin white mounds. The first hit was followed by others: WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! Madam Avenge had a heavy hand. Rachel's nude body was shining with moisture as she strived to avoid the lashes. Again and again the whip found its mark on her back and ass, sending waves of pain throughout the girl's body. Yet, after 10 strokes Madam Avenge was tired: "Well" she spoke up, "Monica, darling, I need your help!!". "What??" exclaimed Monica. "Yes, darling, I need your help"!!! "I'm not helping you for anything you crazy bitch! I am not your slave - she is!!!!" Madam Avenge laughed at this. "You're right darling, but you see, I offer you a grand opportunity to help your best friend!! Here's the deal - simple and clear: I got 30 strokes left!! But if you agree to whip the bitch only 5 times, I'll agree to give her another 5 myself and that'll be it!! That's a savings of 10 whips for your snotty friend here!!." Monica was startled - what to do?? She'd love to whip Rachel's ass. She had watched the first five strokes almost on the verge of an orgasm! The spoiled bitch was stripped naked in front of people and was getting a much deserved punishment. Besides, Monica could always claim she only meant to help Rachel - knowing full well, a punishment in her hands would only further the debasing of Rachel!! Sounded lovely - she was on her feet that instant!! "I want you to know that I'm doing this only to help Rachel!" she said to the dominatrix who handed her the punishment instrument. "Sure, I understand darling!" Monica stood behind Rachel, ready to blast her friend - only to be interrupted by Madam Avenge: "Wait a minute, darling. First, put these on!". Nipple clamps with weights!!! "God, what are these!!??" "Just put them on her nipples darling! And another thing, if I think for a moment you're going easy on this cunt, I swear I'll electrocute her!!" Ross felt like he was about to cum as she watched two of the hottest women he knew in such close proximity! Monica's hands on Rachel's tits, placing the nipple clamps was a sight to behold! Monica did not miss the opportunity to look at Rachel right in the eyes - perfectly aware this only multiplied the poor girl's humiliation. She gave Rachel a sad yet obviously fake look - so that she could claim her regret later, while making sure Rachel knew how much Monica was enjoying the whole spectacle! She grabbed the cat-o-nine-tail again - "the time for your punishment has come" she murmured to herself. WHAP!!! came Monica's first blow. WHAP!!! Rachel writhed and twisted, in a desperate but futile attempt to dodge the whip. Her breasts jutted forward with each stroke and her nipples strained with the pull of the weights, doubling the impact from the whip!! Monica felt all kinds of tingles in her pussy - getting the bitch right on the ass felt so good. WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! landed the smacks as Rachel struggled to remain on her feet while Monica completed her little session with her friend. Soon, Rachel was left dangling in the air. She hung from her bonds, drenched in sweat, her back and luscious ass afire from the whipping. Finally, Madam Avenge took over from Monica - who simply went back to her chair in an exhausted state despite the fun she had. "Listen up" demanded Madam Avenge, addressing the small audience!! "I am sorry to have inconvenienced you all! But it is all this slut's fault. Oh, yes, she is a cheap whore, a cock-teasing slut! And she must pay for it. Yes, she must. So, I will allow our guests to have a taste of this little cunt!! You'll be amazed with all the sexual tricks this pet can pull!! Oh, yes, but we should give Rachel an adequate chance for survival, right? The men in the room looked at Madam Avenge with shocked eyes. They almost couldn't believe it - sounded like they could all have their way with the stunning Rachel!! And what survival? They didn't wanna give her any chance to survive!!! "You see, now I am going to ungag Rachel - but she is not allowed to speak unless spoken to!! And here's our little game: Rachel's going to get 5 more with the whip. She wins and saves her ass if she manages to hold down her lame screams even for a single one of the 5 strokes!" Madam Avenge removed Rachel's gag as she said these, amused with the terrified looks in the girl's eyes. Rachel felt like she was losing her mind. This could not be!!! This bitch couldn't make her have sex with people as though she was a common whore. Her friends... Her friends were here, having sex in front of them, having sex with them... the idea made her wanna disappear from the face of the earth. She'd hold her screams no matter what!! "Now, Rachel" demanded Madam Avenge. "Show Monica how much you appreciate her efforts: Thank her!!! Rachel, further burying her bruised ego, turned to Monica who was sitting comfortably cross-legged on her chair. She arrogantly snickered at Rachel who muttered in a shattered voice: "Monica, thank you for punishing me and saving me from worse. And I am sorry for everything I did before!!". Rachel was going nuts, she didn't want to say any of these things; yet she could not even control her tongue - and nobody knew! "Now, darling, give me your best!! Remember - if I fail to make you scream even just once, you win!! Otherwise, boy, you'll be doing a whole lot of sucking and fucking till the morning!! Whack!! came Madam Avenge' first strike making Rachel scream in pain - much to the satisfaction of her mistress. With an evil grin on her face, she circled around Rachel, examining the naked girl like a kid trying to decide how to eat his Reese's!! Whack!!! It fell across both of her breasts; flicking each hard nipple and causing a red stripe to appear on her breasts. Rachel let out another shriek, defeated once more!! The girl was trying her best to save the degradation of being used as a whore by the people around her. She bit her lips with all the strength she had left, she couldn't afford to scream. Yet Madam Avenge was a master of the psychological side of the whipping as well as the physical side. She struck the helpless naked girl, drawing another cry, then waited, allowing her to quake in fear - and then, another hit exploded on Rachel's buttocks when she would least expect it, making her scream out in surprise. "One to go" Madam Avenge whispered into her ear. Rachel was fighting with all her strength but Madam Avenge seemed determined to win this emotional warfare. The audience was watching in explosive anticipation. One more whimpering, and the bitch was theirs!! Everybody was silent, except for Max who could apparently no longer keep his hands off himself. "Come on lady, nail the bitch!" he demanded!! "Get the cunt"!! And Madam Avenge was ready to roll. Rachel was ready too, determined to protect her body from the dirty hands of Max! She would hold onto her sexual dignity. And came the hit - "Whack"!!! Except, it wasn't anything like Rachel expected. The carefully pointed blow found the tiniest gap between the legs, flying upward with remarkable speed. It felt like somebody put her pussy on fire instantly. Rachel screamed in agony, shuddering in defeat and pain!! Her body was shaking in pain, her hair was sticky with sweat. She could only hear the victory cheers of Max in the background. Again, Madam Avenge whispered to her ear: "Now darling, every hole in your body is fair game for everyone in this room". "Max"! Madam Avenge called his name. "Why don't you get it going, sweet pie?". "aaaa..." Max clearly had difficulty articulating his thoughts. Madam Avenge unlocked Rachel's cuffs, and ordered with the composure of a porn-director in the midst of creating a sizzling scene. "Go lie on that table and spread your legs wide - for your employer Max, of course. He deserves a little piece of you after enduring your uppity behavior for so long!!" Then she turned to Max, who was already panting and sweating like a dog. "Drop your pants, horny hunk!! And your boxers". Within seconds, Max was on top of Rachel. His rather small penis would have attracted attention and mocking under different conditions but not tonight - not when everyone's eyes were fixated on a stark naked Rachel ready to have her brains banged out!!! He put his cock onto Rachel's pussy and started pushing it inside her little by little. He grabbed the girl's firm breasts and squeezed them hard with each push forward. He increased his pace with each thrust, sliding hisBAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD ack still looking at the naked Rachel on the table, his very own cum dripping from her pussy. "The best fuck of my life" Max thought. "Good job" Madam Avenge cheered up Max. "You really nailed that cunt. Now Rachel, be a cutie and show your appreciation - clean him up!!!". Max was horny all over again. He wanted that warm, slicky, never shutting-up mouth to be servicing his dick like a $2 whore. "Yeah" murmured Max, again in the mood. Max spoke with confidence: "You know Rachel, all this time you've been working here, there's just one thing I've been wanting to say to you. So now is my chance, eh??: "Get down on your knees and suck my dick, bitch!!!". Rachel reluctantly kneeled in front of Max - despite her best efforts not to do so. She wanted to smack the grin off his face but there was nothing she could do. Madam Avenge interrupted with a question: "Rachel darling, have you ever given blow job to a man??" "No" replied Rachel. "Aaah, so Max, she will lose her oral virginity to you - isn't that wonderful???" "Yes, Ma'am, yees.." replied Max. "Begin" ordered Madam Avenge. She opened her mouth wide as Max grabbed her hair. Suddenly she could feel the swollen staff in her mouth. She licked the sides of his shaft, tickling and teasing his member, using her tongue like a pro much to her surprise. She couldn't believe she was servicing this filthy bastard like the most finely trained street-whore. Just the sight of Rachel's pretty lips engulfing his cock was almost enough to make Max cum again. He forced himself deep into her throat. She choked, her eyes bugged out, and the sound of her gagging was music to his ears. After a moment, Max pulled his cock out until the head of it rested on her tongue, then he forced it in again, and again, and again! The room was filled with the noise of Rachel's slurping, sucking and gagging - occasionally interrupted by the flashing sounds from the Japanese tourists. Max' cock began to jerk violently and Rachel knew that he was about to cum. He uttered an animalistic cry, "Aaaaagggghhhhh, suck it hard... harder ... get it all!" and without waiting he emptied himself deep into the depths of her throat. "Don't you spill a drop, Rachel" demanded Madam Avenge. The sticky fluid was hot, coming in huge waves - Rachel thought that it would never end. She wanted to be sick, but she couldn't raise her head. Finally he pulled his limp penis out of her mouth and let it lie momentarily on the side of her face. Max finally pulled up his pants, barely making it back to his seat. He was exhausted. Rachel remained on the floor, shuddering. "So, who's next?" asked Madam Avenge in general. "I am" came the response from the black man with the cowboy outfit. "How lovely!!!" commented Madam Avenge. "Rachel, perform for the gentleman!!! What would you like to do for her, I mean to her??" "I'll fuck her" replied the Samuel Jackson look-alike... "In the ass". Madam Avenge laughed. "Oh my Rachel, looks like your lucky day - you won't be left with a single virgin hole by the end of today. Perhaps, you'd like to suck the gentleman's cock first - to provide some level of lubrication anyhow!!". "I'm not letting a nigger dick in my mouth" replied Rachel viciously. She was shocked in what she said. She had not meant to say that - who was making her say things she did not want to say? She wasn't a racist, she had spent her whole life being race-conscious. Now everyone would think she was a racist... Madam Avenge decided not to intervene. "Your choice, bitch" replied the man. "You'll be sorry once I'm in you". He dropped his pants as he said this. Rachel couldn't believe her eyes - the man's penis looked like a big black baseball bat. Rachel was ordered to bend over the same table. She laid there, waiting for the brutal intrusion in fear. She felt the crown of his enormous penis pushing against her asshole, and it felt as if somebody was forcing a clenched fist up between her legs. He slowly ran the head of his massive cock up and down her buttcrack, teasing the girl. And suddenly he thrusted his member forward, drawing an agony-filled scream from Rachel. "Please, it's too big," she wept. "Please, you're going to kill me." The man did not show any sign of emotion or mercy. Instead he began to shove the huge head of his cock deeper into Rachel. Rachel felt pain so intense that she thought her pelvis had broken apart. Her head jerked upward and the sensation of the swollen head of the man's thick shaft plunging down her virgin hole made her spine arch involuntarily. Her ass was spread as far apart as it would go, pain multiplied with the lack of lubrication. "Slow!" Rachel cried desperately, her eyes alight with pain and fear. "Please, slow! Easy! Please! I'll make it good for you, just please, please go slow!". The man hissed into her ear: "You know what I love to do, little cunt? I love making snotty white bitches like you whimper in pain. I love listening to stock-up white whores like you begging for mercy." And he started pushing in and out fast, filling the room with all the moans, screams and pleas of Rachel. Yet, eventually nature started taking its course. The constant pushing into her asshole was stimulating Rachel much to her dismay. The man kept it up for a long time, in varying paces, mixing Rachel's screams of agony with her humiliating moans. Finally, he got what he wanted. Despite her best efforts, Rachel cummed in loud moans, dying in shame at the end of a pain filled ride. The black man laughed in delight and started ejaculating his semen. He pulled out his penis, smearing his jism all over Rachel's ass. Rachel remained on the table, wasted and degraded. Yet, nothing could prepare her for the next instruction. Madam Avenge had to push her mind a little harder for the next performance - she was getting anxious and didn't want any antics. "Now, Rachel, get on your knees in front of Ross and show him what an grateful friend you are!!!". Rachel wanted to scream "NO", this final humiliation was just too much, she could not be forced to serve Ross - her to-be-boyfriend who probably no longer considered her any more dignified than a cheap hooker. With the same feeling that she imagined astronauts experience when the final air-lock is sealed, Rachel dropped to her knees in front of Ross, doing all that within her power to avoid eye-contact with him or any of her friends. Madam Avenge spoke: "Unbutton his pants and take out his dick." She pulled his briefs down with her trembling hands, suddenly exposing Ross' erection. Rachel could not believe Ross' manhood was two inches from her face. "Start sucking" ordered Madam Avenge, "and look at him in the eye. Keep your eye contact as you suck his dick". Rachel started messaging, licking and deep throating Ross' dick like she did to Max. All the while she was forced to look Ross straight in the eye. She could hardly hold back her tears. Having to reveal her degradation and helplessness to Ross, exposing her mind's torment to her to-be-boyfriend was just too much. Yet, her mouth was soon filled with Ross' semen all of which she swallowed - all the while she kept looking at him like a deer caught in the flashlights. And she could see it in Ross' eyes: She was nothing but a kinky slut for him. He enjoyed every minute of Rachel's degradation and her forced servicing of his cock. He no longer saw her as an equal - she was a whore, a tasty fuck meat which had worked up his appetite for a long time and now Rachel having been reduced to a slut in his eyes, he felt free to abuse this little fuckmeat in anyway he found fit... @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ After that point, it was all hell for Rachel. Almost everyone in the restaurant had a piece of her, violated her defenseless body in many creative ways. Chandler cummed all over her face, Joey had anal sex with her following the lead of the black man... Even the fraternity guys, the Japanese man and the cook enjoyed Rachel's sexual favors, making her service them late into the night. For Rachel, one of the most repulsive acts of the night was being forced to lick Lucy's dirty pussy - Lucy wasn't really a lesbian but the idea of having the haughty Rachel licking her pussy seemed too good to pass. The Japanese ran through four rolls of films. For once, they would have some interesting pictures to show back home! And Madam Avenge watched it all in amusement... @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ A week after the whole incident, everyone got copies of the pictures - Max framed a naked picture of Rachel and hang it on the wall in his back office. Rachel was ordered to keep serving as Max' waitress and attend to his sexual demands every Thursday night. Madam Avenge relinquished her control over Rachel to her five friends. Joey, , Chandler, Monica and Ross jointly owned Rachel for the next six months. They enjoyed their new little toy very much and used her for various purposes which almost always included a good deal of bondage, videocameras and humiliation. They all got used to their power over Rachel and Rachel got used to being dominated in time - even began enjoying it. @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ At the end of six months, the control over Rachel was lifted but she remained as a sex slave in the hands of her masters and mistresses, now entirely hooked up to being an obedient sub and frequent punishments. Ross married Rachel and remained as one of her five owners. Even though he frequently enjoyed other women, Rachel did not mind - she was delighted to be Ross' slave and enjoyed serving all her masters and mistresses. She averaged no less than three orgasms a day... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----