Message-ID: <25208asstr$963461422@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Dirt Nap X-Original-Message-ID: <8kie6t$rq1$8@slb6.atl.mindspring.net> Subject: {ASSM} PARKER07: Pool Party 2/4 Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 00:10:22 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar PARKER7.TXT -- 2/4 POOL PARTY II By Parker an210088@anon.penet.fi WARNING: This story contains all kinds of non-consensual sexual activity. If you don't like reading this sort of thing, stop now, before it is too late. This is the second part of a four part story. Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute (unaltered of course), but be discrete. ================================================================= When Jennifer eventually regained consciousness, she found herself fastened securely to a heavy brass bed by four sets of cold metal handcuffs, each one attaching its respective wrist or ankle to the four corners of the bedframe. She struggled not to give in to panic as her mind slowly replayed for her the events of the previous... what... evening? Jennifer had no way of knowing how long she had been unconscious. Her conscious behaviour, however, was another story. Despite the drugs and alcohol, her memory was pretty much intact: the arrival at the frathouse (for a little bit of frat-baiting); the drinking; the strange feeling of disassociation; the... the sex (Jennifer's stomach heaved at the thought); the trip to the car... Then nothing. Where was she? Jennifer shook her long, dark hair away from her face and looked down at herself. Oh god! It was every bit as bad as she'd remembered! With the exception of the shoes - her feet were now bare - she was still wearing the clothing in which she had left the party. The pink top; the miniskirt... Someone seemed to have cleaned her up a bit, but there were still spots of dried cum dotting the tank top and miniskirt. She squirmed, testing her bonds. No luck. The unyielding handcuffs just bit a little further into her wrists, adding another layer of pain to overlay the general ache which permeated her abused body. The captive girl moaned in agony as the slight movement of her legs rubbed the inside of her thighs together. She had obviously been rubbed raw the night before. Jennifer opened her mouth to scream for help, for anything, but could only manage a weak sound that was halfway between a groan and a sob. She shivered in misery. The after affects of the drugs and alcohol had left her throat parched and her head aching. "Help me," she whispered. As if on cue, the door opened. Tammy Sinclair entered the room, carrying with her a large bottle of mineral water. Jennifer's parched throat seemed to swell shut at the sight of it. "Water?" she moaned. Tammy smiled. The short blonde girl carefully sat the bottle down beside the bed - out of Jennifer's limited reach, of course - and sat down on the side of the bed. "How's our little girl?" she asked mockingly. "Not feeling too good, hmm?" She reached over and ran her fingers through her captive's thick black hair. "Little Jennie have too much to drink?" she cooed. "Poor Jen-Jen." Jennifer ignored the insults. Only one thing mattered. "P-please... water." "Well, maybe a little later," Tammy chuckled. "We have some things to talk about first." She moved her hands lower, dragging her short, pudgy fingers down her captive's tear-stained cheek and then down to her barely covered breasts. Jennifer stared, wide-eyed and unbelieving, as the younger girl began to play with her firm tits. She squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to pull away. Tammy, however, couldn't help but notice these attempts to avoid her touch. "Now that's no way to behave," she said with mock firmness. She grasped one of Jennifer's nipples between two fingers and squeezed. Jennifer stiffened and groaned in pain. "You're my little playmate now," the blonde said, still squeezing. "My little play puss. Little playtoys don't try to move away. They take what's given to them and are thankful for it." With one last twist, she released the throbbing nipple and then resumed toying with Jennifer's breast. This time, Jennifer didn't pull away. There was silence for a few moments as Tammy finished with the breast and worked her way slowly down Jennifer's stomach, under the miniskirt, and onto the captive's pussy. Jennifer tried to close her legs, but she was unable to do so because of the cuffs on her ankles. Hopelessly, she moaned and whimpered as her tormentress slowly sank one... and then two thick fingers into her raw pussy. "Please... Tammy," she begged, voice hoarse and dusty. "Don't..." Tammy smirked at her. "Don't you remember me little Jennie?" she asked, fingers still inserted. "You must." Jennifer just shook her head, confused. She knew Tammy by name, but not... "I was the person who represented this sorority at the hearing last year," the blonde explained, "during the inquiry into racial equality in campus organizations." She slowly began to move her fingers in and out of her captive's painful, fucked out pussy. "You remember. That was the inquiry where it was determined that our sorority didn't have a large enough representation of visible minorities," Tammy continued, "and our funding was cut off by sixty percent." By now, Jennifer was having trouble following Tammy's words, as the other girl's fingers were sending waves of stabbing pain into her belly. She remembered the inquiry though; it had been her idea... "That's this sorority. That's why our house is only about half full. That's why we have plenty of room to keep you here for as long as we want." Tammy abruptly jerked her fingers free of Jennifer's pussy. "Ahh..." Jennifer's hips bucked with pain. "So you're going to make it up to us," Tammy finished. "To me. You're going to be the house pussy slave." Tammy reached over, opened the bottle, and took a long slow drink of water. Her words slowly sunk in as Jennifer watched her drink. Pussy slave! Tammy finished drinking and methodically screwed the cap back on. "And what's more," she continued, "you're going to help replace the money that was confiscated for the pool at Phi Phi Phi. We've arranged a little part time job for you." Jennifer tried to say something... to question what was happening, but her throat was too parched to let out anything but a hoarse cough. And her head ached so much! Tammy stood. "Well," she said sweetly, "I've given you a lot to think about right now. We'll talk more later." The girl turned and walked out of the room. The bottle of water, on the other hand, was left on a side table, just out of Jennifer's reach. She had no way of telling; it could have been hours or it could have been days before the door opened again. Jennifer had no way of measuring time other than by the slow, steady increase in torment as her bound body became more and more dehydrated. Her wrists and ankles had been rubbed red and raw by her frenzied attempts to get loose - to reach the precious bottle of water sitting beside the bed - but it had been no use. She was still chained firmly in position on the bed when Tammy finally re- entered the room. "How are we doing pet?" the girl asked. Jennifer looked up at her with bleary, red-rimmed eyes. "W-wat... er," she croaked, voice dusty and dry. Tammy smiled nastily. "Water?" she asked, all innocent. "Are you getting thirsty?" Jennifer nodded weakly. "Well then," Tammy said cheerfully, "I'll give you some water, but you'll have to do something for me first." Jennifer just stared at her. Waiting. "Ever since your little display at Phi Phi Phi the other night," Tammy told her, "I've been a little hot. All that delicious sex..." The girl sighed wistfully. "And none for me." She sat down on the side of the bed and slipped a hand under the pink top. Jennifer didn't pull away. She'd learned that lesson. "So," she continued, "I was just thinking... wouldn't it be nice to have a little pussy slave to take care of me when I get hot? A nice, obedient little play puss to give me the tongue whenever I want it." Jennifer stared in horror, eyes wide. The drug-induced sex with the boys had been a nightmare, but this... this was sick. She wasn't a lesbian! (Not that she didn't support the lifestyle choices made by...) "I'm sure a lot of the girls her would appreciate the same thing," Tammy continued. Jennifer coughed out an answer. "N...no." Never. Tammy frowned, removing her hand from the older girl's breast. "Well," she said, "If you're going to be unreasonable, I'll just have to come back and talk to you about it later." She slid to her feet and stalked away, closing the door behind her. "N... no," Jennifer repeated to the now empty room. This time, Jennifer was certain that days had passed before anyone came back into the room. It must have been days. She had tried to hold it, but had finally admitted defeat as her swollen bladder gave way and the beer-piss that had been building up for the last few hours had sprayed out, soaking the bed and her upper legs. That had been hours ago; the moisture had long since dried off her thighs, but the smell was maddening. "Pee yew" Tammy muttered as she entered the room. "Has little Jennie had an accident?" Jennifer's face burned with mortification. It hadn't been her fault, but some instinct that had been bred into her since her childhood toilet-training kept chanting her guilt over and over to her. She had been a bad girl. She had done a bad thing. "It sure does smell like it," came another voice. Not Tammy. It was Lisa, the tall dark haired girl who had dressed up in Jennifer's clothing and taken her car. In fact, she was still wearing Jennifer's clothes. Jennifer's eyes struggled to muster the non-existent moisture necessary to create tears at the sight of these relics of her life before the events of the party. No tears though; just a dry stinging sensation in her eyes. The pudgy blonde girl looked down on her. "Well pet?" she asked. "Ready to begin?" Jennifer nodded. She had been ready for the last few hours, ever since she had voided herself on the bed. That had been the final blow; she knew that she would do whatever they said. At least until she had a chance to get free. Anything for some water. Tammy smirked and looked over at her friend. "I told you," she said. "We'll see," Lisa sniffed, brushing her long black hair back from her face. "She hasn't done anything yet." The girl bent over and began pulling down her - Jennifer's - slacks. "She will," Tammy said confidently. In a few moments, Lisa had removed her glasses and was naked from the waist down. Jennifer tried to close her eyes, but was unable to turn away. She watched in horrified fascination as the girl stretched her long, thin legs, climbed on the bed, and straddled Jennifer's face with her thighs. Lisa's pussy, thick with tangled black hair, was soon directly above her mouth. Jennifer gagged. She immediately felt almost smothered by the smell of pussy. "I can't believe she's gonna do this," Lisa predicted pessimistically. "Just a second," Tammy said. The blonde opened the water bottle, poured some of the liquid onto her palm, and quickly splashed it over her friend's pussy. A few drops fell free and landed on Jennifer's face. The captive girl swallowed as best she could, but a good portion of the water glistened invitingly in Lisa's pussy hair. Jennifer moaned. Not enough. Not nearly enough water. "Do it," Tammy said. "Jam your snatch in her ugly face." Obediently, the dark haired girl lowered her naked crotch onto Jennifer's face, jamming her pussy over the girl's nose and mouth. At first, Jennifer kept her mouth firmly closed, revolted by the sight and smell of the other girl's pussy. She just couldn't do it; she couldn't! But, a few moments later, the feel of the water on her lips forced her to open her mouth and extend her tongue. Water! Tammy had splashed Lisa's crotch with precious water. Jennifer - slowly at first, but then with increasing enthusiasm - thrust her tongue out between her parched lips and began to lick. The taste of the water overcame all inhibitions. Within moments, she was slurping away loudly at Lisa's cunt, her dry tongue scraping along the outside of Lisa's pussy. "She's doing it," the girl cried, excited. "She's licking my pussy. The little slut." Lisa, excited by the captive's obedience, let out a moan of intense pleasure as she reached up to fondle her own tits. "Harder," she moaned, grinding her sopping pussy into the unwilling girl's face. Jennifer shuddered as another wave of shame and revulsion washed over her while Lisa gasped and writhed on her face. But she couldn't help herself. She had to have moisture! The water was gone now, but Lisa's pussy was beginning to produce juices of its own. Still parched, Jennifer thirstily sucked away, oblivious of all else as Lisa began humping her crotch up and down on top of her face. Nothing else mattered. Which was why, after Lisa quickly came with a shuddering, intense orgasm and climbed slowly off the bed, Jennifer was shocked to find more girls in the room. It was Becky and Cindy. The twins. Cindy held a camera. "You're next," Tammy said, gesturing towards Becky. The slender redhead needed no further encouragement. Already naked, she giggled as she climbed aboard, small tits bobbing merrily. A natural redhead. Once again, Jennifer was forced to lick and suck the girl to climax, all the time desperately slurping up and drinking down and much as possible of the precious pussy juice. An irregular burst of light attested to the fact that Cindy was capturing the entire event on film, but Jennifer didn't care any more. Her whole world was focused on the tight, wet pussy being ground into her face. She needed the liquid. Next was Cindy. Jennifer gagged and began chocking as the black girl climbed aboard shoved her wet, smelly pussy in the captive's face, but she soon started lapping away with enthusiasm, just as she had done for the other two girls. Finally, Tammy herself straddled the captive's face. By now, Jennifer was no longer revolted by the other girls' pussies. They were just a source of nourishment. She even moaned in frustration when Tammy, after coming twice, loudly, climbed off. Involuntarily, Jennifer raised her head off the pillow in a vain attempt to capture just a few more drops of pussy juice from Tammy's dripping pussy. She couldn't help herself. She wanted more. Not sexual pleasure, as she had felt none, but moisture. Sweet moisture... Cindy, still half naked, took a few more pictures, moving around the bed to capture the scene from a number of different angles. Their captive's hair was once again (as it had been at the pool party) matted down onto her sweaty forehead, this time stuck down with pussy juice rather than sperm. In fact, the girl's entire face shone red with the exertion and results of her efforts. "Look," Cindy giggled. Jennifer had extended her tongue as far out of her mouth as she could, and was running it desperately over as much of her face as she could manage, still trying to capture whatever moisture that was available. Laughing and giggling, the four girls watched for a while, fascinated, until Tammy ushered them out of the room and shut the door behind them. Finally, it was just her and Jennifer alone again. "There, little puss sucker," Tammy smirked. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jennifer had given up trying to suck in any more pussy juice and just lay there, staring upwards with hatred. Control had returned, and with it an intense hatred for the person who had so degraded her. The blonde girl, however, was unimpressed. Laughing, Tammy ran a hand over her captive's forehead. She gathered up a glob of pussy juice and brought it down to the older girl's lips. Hatred was immediately forgotten. As was pride. Almost against her will, Jennifer opened her red, swollen lips and accepted Tammy's juice-covered finger in her mouth, sucking thirstily. After she had sucked the moisture off of it, Tammy pulled it out and repeated the process until Jennifer's face had more or less been scraped dry and Jennifer lay still, hoarse and panting with humiliation. She needed more. "Don't be greedy now," Tammy cautioned as Jennifer laboriously turned her head and gazed longingly at the bottle of water. "There'll be plenty more pussy juice for you soon." Still, she poured a handful of water into her palm and allowed the older girl to lap it up. Jennifer did so, but this time she was keenly aware of her humiliation: lapping water out of this bitch's hand like some dog. Nevertheless... Finally, Tammy stood up to go. "Wait," Jennifer protested, throat now lubricated with moisture. "What's... h-how long are you going to keep me here? You can't just..." She let the thought trail off, unspoken. Could they? Tammy smiled down at her. "Why, just until you earn back the money you had taken from the boys; for their pool." Jennifer was both puzzled and enraged. After a brief struggle, the puzzlement won out; there wasn't much point in venting her anger while she was fastened down so securely. "But... how?" "Don't you worry about that, little play-puss," Tammy cooed. "It's all arranged. You start training for your new job tomorrow." With that, the blonde coed turned out the lights and left the room. "Wait..." The door swung shut. And Jennifer, who now had taken in enough moisture to form tears, began to cry. END PART II ================================================================= As usual, I am interested in anything you might have to say about the story. 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