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Subject: {ASSM} Dancer Pt 4 (M/Ff F/f BDSM WS MC) 
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Dancer Part 4


	Cindy woke with a start, the smell of breakfast drifting into her bedroom.  
She lay there a moment just letting thoughts and emotions run through her 
head.  As she stared at the ceiling of her attic bedroom, she took stock of 
her body.  She wasn't very sore, at least in most places, but she was very 
thirsty, had to pee very badly and was ravenously hungry.  Other then that, 
she felt better then she could remember feeling in a long time.

	She got up and slipped into the bathroom to pee.  As she peed her bowels 
cramped slightly so she started to push.  Now she felt soreness.  The man 
who had sodimized her last night had not been gentle, as her very sore 
asshole reminded her.  She finished, cleaned herself, then looked over at 
the pile of clothing on the floor.  Shit!  She'd forgotten all about it!  If 
Ann had seen it, and Cindy couldn't think of a way she could have missed it, 
she was really going to have some explaining to do.  Despite her hunger and 
thirst, Cindy rushed over, grabbed the pile of clothes, and hid them where 
she usually hid her panties when they were too full of cunt juice for her to 
put them in the hamper.  She opened the plastic bag and was greeted with the 
strong smell of old sex.  The clothing she held smelled of urine since she 
hadn't had the time to rinse it out.  Oddly, the smell sent a twinge to her 
cunt and she pondered masturbating with it before going down stairs...

	"Cindy," Ann's voice drifted up the stairs, "Mom made some food if you want 
some."

	Cindy's stomach cramped at the thought of food.  She was really hungry.

	"I'll be right down"

	Cindy threw on a thin, loose tank top and panties and ran down stairs.  Her 
mother hated it when she dressed like this, but Cindy thought that was 
stupid - they were all women, what difference could it make?  Besides, it 
was hot and they weren't allowed to use the A/C.  Of late, her mother had 
gotten really tight on what they spent.

	When she got down the stairs, she found her sister dressed much as she was, 
and her mother dressed in something that looked like a business suit.  Cindy 
noted that it wasn't in the greatest condition.  But it was clean and not 
wrinkled.  She sat down and plowed her way though the eggs that someone had 
put on her plate.

	"Girls, I have to go out today, and I'll be gone awhile.  So Ann, that 
means you can't go anywhere except to Tina's house or you can play here.  
Cindy, if she stays here you need to stay home.  My appointment ends at 5 so 
I should be home by 5:30."

	This wasn't too unusual, and both the girls nodded and glanced at each 
other.  They had their own system of working things out when their mother 
was gone.  As long as Cindy knew where Ann was, she wasn't going to say 
anything to their mother.  Likewise, if Cindy wanted to go out and Ann was 
going to stay home, she would just go.  It was the girl's own responsibility 
not to get caught by their mother.  Their mother leaned over and gave each 
girl a peck on the cheek, then rushed out the door.

	Cindy busied herself eating while stealing glances at Ann as she roamed the 
kitchen in search of more food.  Both girls were voracious eaters and, like 
most teens who were very active, never seemed to gain an ounce of weight.  
She saw that Ann looked a bit more rumpled then usual.  She was surprised, 
as she snuck another glance at Ann, because Ann was pretty fanatical about 
keeping clean.  Her sister sat down with a bowl of cereal and ate.  Cindy 
was suddenly flooded with relief.  If Ann hadn't showered, then she hadn't 
seen the clothes in the bathroom!  That was good news.  Neither girl spoke 
while eating, and Ann got up and started clearing off the table.  Cindy was 
still buried in her food when Ann leaned over her to pick something up.  
Cindy almost moaned out loud.  Ann definitely hadn't taken her shower this 
morning, and she smelled like pure sex.  As she leaned near her sister, the 
girl's armpit was almost in Cindy's face.  Cindy was engulphed by the smell 
of sweat and sex.  Ann leaned back, apparently oblivious to the effect she 
was having on her sister.

	Ann was anything but oblivious.  She was doing this on purpose.  She knew 
how she smelled and while she knew that her sister was totally concentrating 
on breakfast, it excited her to expose her arousal to her sister.  Not that 
Ann thought for a second that Cindy would take anything but passing notice.

	Unlike Cindy, when Ann had gotten up she was still in a very horny mood.  
Normally a very fastidious child, this morning she had skipped her morning 
shower because she wanted to feel very dirty.  Her lust was overcoming her 
usual caution, since she had never before let her sister even vaguely sense 
how horny she was or how much Cindy turned her on.  Ann continued to putter 
around the kitchen, drinking in the sight of her scantily clad sister.  She 
hoped that she would be as beautiful as Cindy when she got older.  She 
looked so sexy sitting there in her tank top and panties.  Her red-gold hair 
splashed against the pale, slightly freckled skin of her lean dancer's body. 
  Ann longed to run her tongue up those strong legs, or to take and clean 
her bare feet with her tongue.  She noticed that Cindy was also watching her 
and wondered why.  Most likely she was wondering why Ann smelled so strong.  
Ann risked another glance at her sister and noticed that her nipples were 
pressing against her tank top.  They were dark enough that she could almost 
see them against the white cloth.

	Ann had enough.  She had to get out of here.  She had hoped to find out if 
Cindy was staying home or not, but she was going crazy with both her lust 
and her need to hide it.  She started to leave the kitchen.

	"Ann, what were you planning for today?" came Cindy's voice.

	Ann had come up with a number of plans this morning while laying in bed and 
gently teasing her slit, but she didn't think it would be a good idea to 
tell her sister what they were.  Instead, she opted for a somewhat 
non-committal answer.

	"I'm not sure.  I might stay home, but I haven't spoken to Tina yet.  How 
about you?"

	Cindy wanted to go down to the small mall that they had in town.  She 
couldn't afford to buy anything, but she needed to think about what had 
happened yesterday, and at least the mall had air conditioning.

	Cindy studied her sister before answering.  She couldn't believe how much 
she wanted the girl to have sex with her.  Ann's strong scent this morning 
had quickly aroused her own lust and she was already forming fantasies in 
her mind of Ann forcing her to eat her cunt, and suck her ass - just as the 
woman had made her do last night.  She knew Ann could see her hard nipples 
through the tank top, but she didn't think the girl would notice.  
Certainly, Ann wouldn't notice the rather large wet spot in her panties.

	"I might head to the mall for a while.  I don't have any money, but at 
least it'll be cool there."

	"OK - We should be back though, before Mom gets home."

	"Yeah.  Let's make it for around four thirty."

	"OK."

	Ann left and went to go upstairs.  Cindy made sure she heard her sister get 
to the top of the stairs and then stuck her hand down her panties, quickly 
frigging her wet slit.  It didn't take her long to orgasm and she removed 
her hand from her still sore cunt lips.  She brought it to her face and 
thoroughly licked off the whitish juice that stuck to her fingers.  Sighing, 
she cleaned up the rest of the table and headed upstairs herself.

	Ann, meanwhile, had already formulated a plan for the day.  Since she had 
gotten up much earlier then Cindy, some of her toys were already in place.  
But to carry off what she wanted to do, she needed Cindy gone and it looked 
like that would happen now.  Ann looked at the small bucket that she had 
modified and tested the hose.  It looked like it would work.

	When she awoke this morning, last night's activities were firmly planted in 
her mind.  She felt the most sexy and ... slutty, when she was dirty and 
turned on.  She remembered how hard she had come last night with the panties 
she had stuffed in her mouth.  It was the taste of the urine that had done 
it.  While faint, it still had shot her into orbit.  So she had devised a 
plan to add it into her games.  That her mother and sister were going out 
was a fortuitous circumstance and she would get to try this sooner rather 
then later.  She had decided that she was going to force herself to drink 
her own urine just before she came.  Since last night, involving piss with 
sex was all she could think about. As usual, she wanted to have it 'forced' 
on her so that once she started, she had to finish.  How to actually set 
that up was something she had worked out while laying in bed this morning.  
Anal play was also something she wanted to try today, although she didn't 
know quite what she wanted to do with that.

	Ann had found an old beach bucket and made a hole in it.  Then, using some 
five minute epoxy, she had glued a tube in the hole.  She got a strong 
clothes pin to close the hose with.  She still had to test it, but she 
thought it would work.  Her plan was to fill the bucket (as much as she 
could, anyway) with her piss, after closing the hose with the clothespin.  
She could then hang it up over herself and hold the tube in her mouth.  She 
could use a plant hanger in the living room to hang the bucket out of reach 
so that if she didn't drink the piss (something she wasn't sure she could 
do), it would get all over everything and she'd have to find a way to clean 
it up - which would be difficult to do.

	She also wanted something to fuck her ass with, and she planned to use the 
vibrator for that.  The rest of the gear included some rope to tie herself 
with, a banana, two belts and the two strong clothes pins she rarely used 
for her nipples.  The final thing to make her plan work was a pair of 
hand-cuffs that she had found at an army navy store a few weeks ago.  The 
girl behind the counter looked at her funny when she bought them, but much 
of her reading had indicated that there were lots of things that could be 
done with them. The rest  of the plan was complex, but she thought she could 
do it.

	Unaware of the perverse way her sister planned to abuse herself, Cindy's 
thoughts were on what she should do about what happened last night.  Maybe 
they would be satisfied with what they'd done to her and she'd never see 
them again.  She hoped that that wouldn't be the case, because she really 
wanted them to use her again.  But she knew that as adults, they had to be 
somewhat nervous because she was really underage.  She sighed as she opened 
the door and walked into her room.  Closing the door and walking toward her 
bed she stopped dead in shock.  There was a package on her bed with a brown 
envelope on it.  Hands shaking, she picked up the envelope and opened it.  
There were several things inside, one being a small white envelope.  She 
pulled this out first and saw that it had one word on it: Slut.  Her 
breathing increased as she turned it over and opened it.  Pulling out the 
paper she rapidly read it.

				--==--
	Slut,
	As you can see, we can get anywhere with ease.  Remember that.  Open the 
box and take everything out.  You will wear only the items in the box.  Then 
you will walk to the mall and stay there until 3pm.  If you aren't there by 
11 you will add to your punishments.  You may not remove any of the items 
for any reason AT ALL until you return home.
				--==--

	Cindy looked back in the bigger envelope, saw more items in it and dumped 
them out.  The first was a small roll of... money!  Counting it she saw that 
it was fifty dollars.  That was a lot of money!  The other item caused her 
to freeze when she saw it.  It was a picture, her face clearly showing, with 
her tongue pushed into the woman's asshole.  She didn't remember anyone 
taking pictures, but obviously someone had.  She just sat and stared at it.  
Her hands were still shaking when she finally looked at the clock, noting 
that it was after 10.  Shit!  It would take a half hour to walk there!  She 
really had to get moving or who knew what they'd do to her.

	Quickly she opened the box and looked inside.  There was some clothing, a 
pair of high heels and something else.  Taking it out she looked at it in 
puzzlement.  A small piece of paper caught her eye and she opened it.  It 
had clear instructions on what to do with the thing in her hand.

	It was a very tiny thong, black and metallic looking.  Attached to it was a 
large dildo that had silver dots all over it.  The paper indicated that the 
dildo was to be inserted in her ass (it read "ensure that you put this 
entirely in your ass, slut") and it was apparently held in by the panties.  
She gulped as she looked at it.  She didn't think it would fit, even after 
her stretching last night.  Not to mention the fact that her asshole was 
still sore.  Glancing up at the clock she realized that she really didn't 
have a lot of time.  There was a small jar of lubricant in the box.  She 
opened it and smeared it onto the dildo.  Stepping into the panties, she 
brought the huge thing close to her rear hole then started pushing it in.  
Despite it's length (Trent had made the thing as long as his own cock), the 
tip was pretty small.  But it rapidly got thicker until close to the base it 
was very thick, then narrowed a bit.  Cindy knew a butt plug when she saw 
one.  Many of the stories she read had them described quite well.  Wincing, 
she pushed the blunt tip slightly inside herself.  Sliding inch after inch 
into her sore asshole caused her to whimper quietly.  She couldn't actually 
insert it all at once, and had to literally fuck her self with it to make it 
fit.  Once in, her hole forced wide open, she could feel the invader deep in 
her body.  She had no idea how she was going to be able to walk to the mall 
with this log up her ass.

	Finally it was in and she found that the panty material, while it looked 
somewhat rough and metallic, was actually quite smooth and flexible.  It 
quickly molded itself to her pussy, sliding deeply into the wet folds.  She 
stood, feeling her entire crotch grow warm and comfortable.  The fabric 
seemed to mold itself to her sex, gently gripping and massaging it.  Her ass 
hurt though, quite a bit.   Taking out the rest of the clothes, she saw that 
she had been given a thin, plain, faded green dress.  She put it on to find 
that the fabric hugged every curve like a second skin.  It had cut outs that 
showed her entire belly and parts of her back and it came to slightly above 
mid thigh.

	She finally pulled out the heels noting another piece of paper stuck in 
them.

	It read: "Good sluts know how to do everything in very high heels.  Get a 
lot of practice since you'll be wearing them to the last dance class this 
Thursday."

	She put on the heels finding them comfortable, but far higher then anything 
she had ever worn.  She wobbled a bit as she took her first few steps but 
quickly caught her balance.  She realized that the dildo was going to give 
her more problems then the heels.  Grabbing a small purse, she put the money 
in it and walked carefully down the stairs.  When she got to the bottom, she 
yelled up at Ann.

	"Ann, I'm leaving and I won't be back until 4pm at the earliest."

	There was a muffled response that Cindy took as a positive and she turned 
and left the house.

			 	            ~~**~~

	Helen was nervous, to say the very least.  She sat in the plush waiting 
room waiting her interview and worried.  Her kids didn't know it, because 
she didn't want to burden Cindy and Ann with adult responsibilities, but 
they were in bad financial shape.  Damn her ex!  The lousy bastard had for 
years demanded sex all the time and then left her!  The worst was, the 
courts had sided with him!  She had done her wifely duties, she'd given him 
two children, hadn't she?  But in the end he left, then had to go and get 
himself killed on his honeymoon with his new wife.  So there went all the 
support payments.  There was money in trust for the girls from his 
insurance, but it was set up so that they could only use it for collage.  
Plus they wouldn't even get the bulk of it until they were 21.  She'd spent 
almost her last dime on lawyers trying to break that cash free, but it was a 
no-go.  And now, mostly skill-less, she had to try and find enough work to 
make ends meet.  The one job she had wasn't enough, and she didn't have 
enough skills to find a higher paying job.  Damn that bastard!

	The door to the inner office opened and a stunningly beautiful redhead 
walked out.  Normally, she would have hated the woman on sight, flaunting 
her body like that, dressed in those clothes.  This time, she wasn't even 
thinking about that.  She really needed the job.  Besides, the woman had 
been very nice to her.  In fact, it was this woman who, even though she 
barely knew Helen, had suggested that she might find work here.  Last night 
when Helen had gone out, something she still didn't understand why she had 
done, on her way home she'd stopped for some milk.  While talking to her 
friend who was working the register, she had mentioned that she really 
needed a good paying job.  The woman, Erin, had excused herself for 
eavesdropping and given Helen her card.  Then had called her to come in this 
morning for an interview.  Helen still didn't really have any idea what the 
job was for.  But if they paid well enough and had flexible hours, she'd do 
it.

	"Hi, Helen," said erin as she offered her hand.  "Trent is ready to see you 
now.  Please, go on in."

	"Thank you, Erin," replied Helen as she got up to walk through the doors.

	Trent sat behind his desk waiting for Helen to enter.  He already knew that 
there was no place in his company for her.  While it was true that he was 
immensely powerful, it was also true that his company was real, and that it 
created very real, very high tech software and hardware.  Most of which 
wouldn't be released to the public for at least a few years.

	Trent had spent the morning monitoring Cindy and Ann's thoughts and 
feelings.  It had been no effort to 'shift' the box over to her room.  He 
planned to monitor both girls today while their mother was here and send 
choice parts to erin for her excitement.  In fact, before she had left to 
get Helen, he had been fucking her mouth while he sent her the thoughts and 
feelings that Cindy and Ann had had during breakfast.  As well trained as 
she was, it was always pleasant to use erin.

	He had decided to locate Helen after sexually abusing her daughter to find 
out information from her things that Cindy couldn't know.  He was amused, as 
Helen had some very interesting delusions.  One of those was how well she 
treated her ex-husband.  Trent believed, from watching Helen's memories, 
that the man had truly loved her, but after years of sexual denial, he 
couldn't take it and left her.  After the birth of Ann, she'd never had sex 
with him again, and he'd still stayed with her for 4 years.  When he left 
her, she'd demanded the kids and gotten them.  Trent thought that odd, but 
perhaps he'd intended to get them back after he and his new wife got 
settled.  His death would have cut that short.  Helen wasn't an unpleasant 
woman, for the most part, but she truly hated sex.  Interesting, since both 
of her girls could be termed sexual prodigies.  Perhaps they had gotten that 
from their father.  If that was the case, and he'd had the type of sex drive 
that they did, it was a wonder that he'd even married Helen.

	Trent continued scanning the woman as she nervously walked in and sat down. 
  The physical scan showed that she literally didn't have the mental 
connections to enjoy sex.  Many of the nerves that carried sexual impulses 
in her didn't work, or weren't there.  Odd.  If it weren't for the fact that 
Trent enjoyed playing with humans, he would have just taken the girls and 
been done with it.  But, like humans with computer games, he mostly enjoyed 
playing by the 'rules'.  When it suited him.  Like many humans, he also had 
all the cheat codes for this game.

	"Helen, nice to meet you," he said as he stood up.

	"Thank you, Mr..."

	"Just call me Trent.  Most of my employees do and it's easier that way."

	Trent was bored with her already.  So, he simply gave her the memory of how 
the interview went, and zoned her out in the chair.  erin appeared at the 
doorway.

	"Master?  That was fast."

	"The woman holds no interest for me at all.  She is of very average 
intelligence, physically average and sexually stunted.  Not to mention 
having a boring personality.  But, since we want time with Cindy and Ann 
here's what we'll do..."

	While continuing with his explanation to erin, he went back to monitoring 
the girls.

                 			~~*~~

	Helen couldn't believe how the interview was going.  It looked like he 
might actually offer her a job.  Trent looked up from a file.

	"I notice that it says you have a family."

	Helen started to get nervous.  Companies often didn't understand family 
obligations and she did try to be a good mother.

	"Yes. I have two girls"

	"Ah," he smiled, "That's nice.  Well, we are very family oriented here.  
Let me offer you a proposition.  We will hire you here as an assistant at a 
salary of 30,000 a year.  If, however, you decide to, there is a test you 
could take for other, more technical positions in the company.  If you show 
an aptitude for something, we'll train you, then give you a new position - 
and a pay raise that goes with it.  You could earn three times what our 
original offer is for.  Would you care to take some of the tests?"

	Helen was somewhat overwhelmed.  She knew that she had no technical 
knowledge.  But since Trent explained that the tests were for aptitude only 
and that training would be provided, Helen agreed to take the tests.  Even 
if she only stayed an assistant, she'd be able to pay her bills, since this 
was close to three times what she was currently making!

	Since none of this was really happening, it was pre-determined that she 
would, indeed have an aptitude for something...

                               ~~*~~

	Ann heard her sister preparing to leave.  Normally she would have spied on 
her, but at the moment, she was too preoccupied.  She was finishing her 
plans on how she would spend the day.  Not that she could concentrate too 
hard, between her extreme horneyness and the fact that she really had to 
pee, she was in a bad way.  But she knew that if she could wait and see if 
Cindy was leaving, she could figure out how to relieve her urges.

	Ten minutes later, Cindy announced that she was going to the mall and 
wouldn't be back 'till four!  This was great!  Ann was so excited that she 
actually peed a little in her already cum soaked panties.

	The eleven year old sat on her bed rubbing her cunt through her panties.  
She was really looking forward to this.  First, she removed her top and 
started rubbing her stiff little nipples.  As her lust deepened, she craved 
more pain and more depravity.  She reached into her panties and slid a 
finger over her lips.  She had never been this wet before and her fingers 
were coated in a short time.  She brought them to her face and smeared the 
liquid all over her face and mouth, repeating the action until she realized 
that if she didn't pee soon, she was going to piss her panties.

	Ann ducked into the bathroom with the bucket, attached the clothes pin to 
the hose and filled the bucket with water.  It held.  That was good, so she 
emptied the bucket, went to her room and gathered up her stuff to go 
downstairs.  Before going down, she attached a clothes pin to each nipple.  
These were the strong ones and they hurt more then she remembered.  She 
squeaked while putting them on and more piss dribbled out of her very full 
bladder to soak her panties.  Then she went downstairs, the pins bouncing 
and pulling on her sensitive nipples.  When she got down there, she set 
everything down, sweating from both the heat and excitement.  She attached a 
string to the clip that she was going to close the hose off with, then she 
attached the key to the handcuffs about an inch further down on the string.  
Next, she pulled off her panties, and squatted holding the bucket.  She 
groaned in relief as the dark yellow urine spurted from her body.  She 
didn't fill the bucket, but there was a fair amount - far more then she 
would willingly choose to drink her first time.  Out of reflex, she looked 
around for something to wipe her sex with, then smiled and didn't worry 
about it.  If she was going to drink piss, what did it matter if some was 
left on her cunt?

	Getting a chair, she attached some rope to the plant hanger, then attached 
the bucket to the rope so that it hung at the correct height.  Now it was 
time to prepare herself.  She started fingering her clit.  It was swollen 
and poking from it's hood.  As her pleasure increased, she opened the clips 
and removed them from her nipples.  This brought tears to her eyes, but her 
nipples were starting to go numb, and she didn't want that to happen.  Next, 
she picked up the wide cloth belt that she'd found in her closet.  Earlier, 
Ann had attached loops of strong string to the sides and back so that she 
could tie things to it.  The belt was a little too small for her, which made 
it ideal.  Sucking in her breath she tightened it as much as she could, then 
let out her breath.  It was really constricting her belly and she loved the 
feel.   She ducked into the kitchen to get a shallow mixing bowl and set it 
with her other toys.

	Looking around she located the furniture that she was going to attach her 
ropes to and did so.  She could run a loop around several pieces and attach 
one end to her knees, and the other, after pulling hard to keep her legs 
spread, to the loops in the belt.  Another rope was attached so that she 
could tie one hand to it.  A final rope was attached to the handcuffs so 
that her final hand could be immobilized... more or less.

	Most everything was ready.  So she started to arouse her self again.  Her 
crotch was soaked with cunt juice and when she was ready, she decided to use 
the vibrator on her asshole.  A wooden chair helped with this.  She held the 
vibrator in place and pushed the head of it slightly inside her asshole.  
Her cunt juice was the only lubricant, but there was plenty of that.  As 
soon as it was lodged somewhat firmly, she started using the thin leather 
belt to lightly hit her thighs.  Ann frowned, because it didn't hurt very 
much.  She did it again, harder.  The slight sting spread out and fanned her 
lust.  Harder again, and closer to her bald cunt.  Mmmmm.  Better.   Again, 
this time directly on her cunt lips.  She yelped, the pain and pleasure a 
surprise, and sunk down on the vibrator more.  Ann groaned.  This was what 
she wanted.  She slapped the belt against her cunt again, then hit her 
sensitive nipples.  This was heaven.  She continued to whip herself as she 
slowly sank down onto the vibrator.  It was quite uncomfortable, but Ann 
didn't care.  Soon, her asshole had stretched to swallowed the entire length 
of plastic.  Ann was rocking her hips into the slap of the leather between 
her widespread legs.  She was getting close.

	She hooked another rope at the back of her belt and pulled it between her 
legs, standing a little to do it.  This caused the vibrator to slide most of 
the way out, and she could see the white plastic now had dark streaks.  She 
moaned out loud as she realized how disgusting she was being and pushed it 
back inside, pulling the rope over it and trapping it in her dark hole.  The 
waist belt was making it hard to breath, but Ann didn't care.  The eleven 
year old was dizzy with lust.  Next she peeled the banana and began to feed 
it into her smooth cunt.  The banana was mostly firm, but even as lubed as 
she was, her cunt was tight and it was hard to get all the way in.  She 
ended up breaking off a piece because it was a deep as it would go, and 
popping it into her mouth.  Now she pulled the rope through her crotch and 
attached it to the front of the belt, pulling it tight so that it would rub 
her clit.  A few more slaps of the belt on her reddened chest sent shocks of 
pain and lust through her.

	Ann finally got onto the floor and laid down on an old towel that she put 
under her hips.  Just the movement caused the rope to rasp over her 
delicate, swollen clit.  She could have cum from that but was determined to 
stick to the plan.  No cuming until her mouth was full of urine.  Grabbing 
one end of the previously laid out ropes, she looped the ends loosely around 
each knee.  It took a bit of shifting, which caused her to moan from the 
many sensations she was inflicting on herself, to get into position.  Then 
she tied her ankles to her thighs.  Grabbing the clothes pins, she put them 
back on her nipples, this time crying out because it really hurt.

	After much squirming, she was finished and she lay there panting.  Her legs 
were now very widely spread and tied to her belt.  This tightened the belt 
even more and made it really cut into her belly.  Her left arm was attached 
to another loop and stretched out and up.  She had tied the end of the 
string holding the clip on the tube to her right wrist so that when she 
pulled the clip off, she could retrieve the handcuff key.  Now all she had 
to do was lock her hand in the cuff.  There was enough slack that she could 
reach and unlock the other side of the cuff from the loop in the rope that 
held it.  Ann found herself wishing she had someone to tie her like this so 
she could really be helpless.  She ground her hips causing the crotch rope 
to rub her and imagined a figure standing over her whipping her to an 
orgasm.  It was too much and she quickly locked her right hand into the 
cuff.  Now her only way out was to pull off the clip that was keeping her 
urine in the bucket.  She would then have the choice of drinking her own 
piss, or letting it get all over the rug.  She knew that she would have to 
drink it, or her mother and sister would find out what a disgusting pervert 
she was.  Ann groaned around the tube, wishing it was Cindy's cunt she was 
sucking.

	Ann continued with her fantasies, rotating her hips and grinding the crotch 
rope into her clit.  She could feel the vibrator shifting in her ass, making 
it feel like she had to take a shit.  Her breathing increased, she 
absolutely loved the feel of the belt cutting into her skin.  Her nipples 
were sending fiery shoots of pain through her body and she could feel the 
banana in her cunt starting to turn to mush.  It was time.

	She stated to pull on the string to remove the clip and almost pulled the 
tube out of her mouth.  That was bad.  Taking a grip on the tube with her 
teeth, she tugged a little harder praying that the glue would hold.  It did 
and the clip started to come off.  Ann closed her eyes and started shifting 
her hips more rapidly.  Her orgasm was approaching when she felt the clip 
come free.  Shortly her mouth began to fill with her own luke warm urine.

	Ann was moaning and panting through her nose.  She was now completely gone 
in her own little world - the pain that she had inflicted on her self, the 
depravity of drinking piss and the constant rubbing of the rope on her clit 
shot her to the hardest orgasm she had ever had.  She made muffled moans and 
grunts as she actually sucked the salty, metallic tasting liquid into her 
mouth, letting it fill before swallowing.  As she came, she lost count of 
the number of orgasms she had and lay there sucking on the tube until the 
last of the piss rested in her belly.

	Ann lay there panting through her nose, all the little pains that she'd 
been too excited to notice coming to her attention.  She spat out the tube 
and took stock.  She hurt, especially her nipples which had started to ache 
badly.  Her cunt was burning and she could feel that the banana inside her 
was mostly mush.  She didn't think that too much had dribbled out, but her 
crotch felt really soaked, almost like she had pissed herself.  She didn't 
think she had, but she knew that she had been far gone when she came.  
Grabbing the string with her hand she drew the handcuff key into her hand 
and started to release herself.

	It didn't take her too long and she realized that she was still very horny. 
  Her crotch was soaked and sticky with banana and her own juices, and she 
noted that the towel was quite wet, almost as if she had peed when she came. 
  The only thing she could smell was her own scent and banana.  The rope 
still dug deep into her cunt and the belt still restricted her breathing.  
Her nipples were on fire and throbbing from both the clothes pins and the 
whipping she'd given them.

	Ann pulled the bowl that she'd gotten earlier over to the towel and knelt 
over it.  Taking the leather belt she'd been using for a whip, she started 
to slap it against her ass, reveling in the sting as she ground the rope 
harder into her crotch.  She once again closed her eyes, enjoying the after 
taste of the urine that she'd drunk.  Just thinking about how she'd managed 
to force herself to drink it pushed her even closer to orgasm.  Finally, as 
she was nearing another climax, she untied the crotch rope and squatted over 
the bowl.  The vibrator was pushed out of her tight asshole and dropped into 
the bowl, soon followed by globs of the mashed banana as it slid from her 
cunt.

	Ann was deep in her fantasy again.  Now she was being tortured by someone, 
she didn't know who.  They were whipping her ass and were going to force her 
to eat the banana from the bowl.  That the soiled vibrator was also in there 
only added to her self inflicted humiliation and she rapidly frigged her 
clit as she got down on her hands and knees to begin eating the sticky mess 
from the bowl.  Her 'captors' warned her that she would get nothing else to 
eat until she finished her 'food' in the bowl.  Ann stuck out her tongue and 
started to scoop up the cunt slimed pieces of banana from the shallow bowl, 
knowing as she did, she would be unable to avoid the filthy vibrator while 
she ate her meal.  Ann wasn't 'allowed' use her hands, so she licked and 
sucked the slime cloated mush, getting it all over her face and mouth.  The 
smell from the vibrator wasn't as strong as the banana smell, but it was 
still there.  She could hear her 'captors' explaining to her that they were 
going to ass fuck her when she finished eating.  Ann was totally lost in her 
fantasy world, her hand roughly rubbing her aching clit.  Finally she 
finished her banana and licked the bowl, avoiding the vibrator as much as 
she could, and allowed herself to cum.

	It was another strong cum, fueled by her perverse fantasy. She could feel 
her vagina contracting and pulsing to the rhythm of her orgasm, and faintly 
realized that her hand was getting soaked by something.  She collapsed onto 
her side, panting in shallow breaths, her body was wet with sweat and her 
face and cunt wet and sticky.  She lay there recovering wondering what she 
would do next to ease the ache of lust she could still feel in her body.

                                             ~~*~~

	Cindy was less then ten minutes into her walk when she realized that she 
might not make it on time.  She didn't know if they would be waiting for 
her, but the constant movement of her hips as she tried to find a way to 
walk gracefully in the heels was causing her both pain and great arousal.  
The large plug that was so deep in her bowels pulled and moved and stretched 
her sore asshole.  Cindy, of course, got off on the pain, but added to that 
was the thong she was wearing.  It felt like the material had sunk deeply 
into the folds of her cunt and was gently massaging and rubbing her sex.  
Her clit was hard and swollen and the material seemed to cling to it - it 
also felt a little more rough there then it felt in other places - or 
perhaps she was just more sensitive there.  As she walked, she could feel 
her sex getting soaked with her arousal.  She hoped that it wouldn't stain 
the dress when she sat down.

	Cindy arrived at the modest mall at 3 minutes after eleven.  She was 
sweating both from the heat and the two orgasms that she'd had.  
Frantically, she looked around, oblivious to the stares that her beautiful 
form was getting.  Her red-gold hair was somewhat wild from the heat and 
humidity and her skin was flushed from her orgasms.  Her nipples, hard from 
her arousal and the sudden drop in temperature added a crowning touch to her 
slim, sexy form.

	Cindy didn't see either the man or the woman in the main entrance area and 
wondered if they had left.  Of course, the note didn't say that they were 
even going to be there, but she thought that they might be.  Cindy needed to 
sit down.  She was thirsty, hot and sore.  Also, she was still quite aroused 
and finally noticed that her dress did nothing to hide her form, and, in 
fact, did quite a lot to make people notice it.  She noticed the looks she 
was getting, especially from some of the teen boys, and decided to go to the 
small food court and sit down.

	She got there and ordered a coke while trying to ignore the leers from the 
grizzled man behind the counter.  She found a table and sat down to rest her 
tired legs.  She was not used to heels this high and her legs hurt a lot.  
Sitting down had it's own issues.  The dildo was driven deeper into her ass 
and the panties, now completely coated with her sex juices, slide over her 
swollen lips.  She shuddered from the mixture of the pain and pleasure and 
wondered why she was here.

	She sat for about twenty minutes before the first teen boy decided to try 
his luck.  It was well known at school that Cindy wasn't allowed to date, 
but her looks kept the guys trying.  She was used to giving a polite brush 
off.  Even if she was allowed to date, it was unlikely that the boys that 
wanted her would be able to treat her as the man and woman had.  And that 
was what she craved - the submission and abuse were like drugs to her.  
Still, there was no way she could sit there, looking like she did, without 
attracting some attention.  She blinked in surprise as a somewhat scruffy 
boy maybe a few years older then her sat down across from her.

	"Hey," he said.

	Cindy just looked at him.  For once she was at a loss, unprepared to deal 
with the attention that she rarely got now-a-days.

	"There's a good movie playin'.  I thought that maybe you'd wanna see it 
with me."

	The self assured asshole, thought Cindy.  She saw him looking over at his 
friends and winking.  She wondered if this approach had ever won him a date.

	Trying to be polite she said, "No, thank you."

	He frowned at her a bit.  "What'sa matter?  You too good to go out with 
me?"  His voice sounded offended in a mocking sort of way.

	"I'm not allowed to date.  But thank you anyway."

	"Shit.  You walk in here looking like that, and then give me a brush off?"

	Cindy blushed and said nothing.

	The boy sensed that he had scored in some way and leaned in to press his 
point.

	"Take off asshole," said a voice.

	Cindy looked up in surprise.  The boy stood up and turned around.  Then, 
with out saying a word he left.  The woman sat down and Cindy looked up.

	"You were late."

	"I...I'm sorry ma'am, I.."

	"Quiet, slut.  Not only were you late, but we try to give you time to have 
some fun with yourself and you get right into trouble."

	"But, I... he"

	"Don't interrupt me again.  Remember that we have others that we can choose 
from if you don't obey."

	Cindy immediately stopped talking.

	"Understand this:  You are our property.  You will do what we say, when we 
say to do it or face the consequences.  But, you are NEVER to allow anyone 
else to treat you badly under any circumstances unless we have sanctioned 
it.  Do you understand?"

	Cindy nodded.

	"No one may use or abuse our property without our permission.  Conversely, 
you can, and will, take abuse from anyone we give you to.  Now," she tossed 
something across the table at her, "put those on."

	They were a set of thin, flat bracelets made of a dark metal.  Cindy put 
one on each wrist.

	"You won't be able to get those off until you get home.  And you'll find 
that keeping your hands well away from that slut cunt of your's a good idea. 
  You're supposed to be learning how not to look like a stumbling fool while 
in those heels.  You can't do that sitting down, so get up and follow me."

	One thing that Cindy was discovering, this woman could humiliate her easily 
just by making it seem like she'd disobeyed.  She never sounded angry as her 
sexy, slightly husky voice spoke to her, but her disappointment was evident.

	The two got up from the table and started to walk away.  But the boy who 
had been dismissed by erin had gotten his courage back and stood to confront 
them.  One thing that erin had learned over the years was that Trent did NOT 
like to have his toys played with without his permission.  Many of the 
changes he'd made in her body that allowed her to withstand the extreme 
tortures that he put her through, had other uses as well.  erin was 
incredibly strong, quick and flexible.

	"Yo," he said as they approached, "like you bitches together or somethin'?  
Like maybe a couple of lezzies?"  He turned and grinned at his friends.

	erin motioned for Cindy to stay were she was and approached the boy.

	"So," she said," what do you want, hmmm little boy?  Do you think you could 
handle us both?"  She reached down with lighting speed and grabbed his 
crotch. "I don't think this package would be enough though, especially if I 
keep squeezing."

	The boy's eyes went wide and he grabbed her hand in an effort to remove it. 
  She wasn't squeezing too hard yet, but when he tried to loosen her grip, 
it was like wrapping his hands around a piece of steel.

	"Now, shall I keep squeezing or are you going to stop bothering us?" said 
erin tightening her grip a little more.

	"Ow, OW shit lady, wadda ya doing?  Yea, yea, OK you got it!"

	erin smiled sweetly as she let go.  "Thank you."  Turning to Cindy she 
said, "Come along now."

	Cindy followed her to the main hall.  As they walked she realized that she 
had to piss.  Her crotch felt like it was floating in her fluids and her 
asshole was really sore.  She figured that she could take a piss and clean 
up a bit.

	"Um.. I have to use the bathroom," she said as they passed the restrooms.  
erin smiled at her and motioned for her to go ahead.

	Cindy ducked into a stall, pulled up her dress and reached for her panties. 
  A shock ripped through her body as her hand approached them causing her to 
double over in real pain.

	"Owww  SHIT!"

	"See dear?" came the woman's voice from outside the stall.  "I told you to 
keep your hands away from that slut cunt of yours, but you didn't listen."

	Cindy leaned against the stall panting.

	"But I have to pull them down to use the toilet."

	"Well, I doubt that you'll be taking a shit with that plug stuffed in your 
asshole.  You were told not to remove any of the clothing while you were 
here.  If you have to piss, then I suggest that you just sit down and do 
it."

	Cindy's bladder was quite full.  She knew that she'd never be able to hold 
it until she went home at three.  She sat down on the seat and spread her 
legs.  When she let go, she could feel the piss build up underneath the 
panties, then slowly start to dribble out.  She'd never pissed her pants 
before and found the feeling somewhat erotic.

	"Is my little girl having fun peeing her panties?" came erin's voice.

	Cindy was mortified.  This was a public restroom!  What would happen if 
someone overheard?

	"Answer me, dear."

	"Ye..yes ma'am"

	erin sighed.  "So much to learn.  The correct answer is 'Yes, I like 
pissing my panties like a little girl.'"

	"Yes, I like pissing my panties like a little girl," said Cindy in a low 
voice.

	"Louder.  You have to be proud of being a perverted little slut.  If you 
don't say it loud enough this time, I'm going to pull your ass out of there 
and spank you right here"

	"Yes, I like pissing my panties like a little girl," said Cindy in a loud, 
clear voice.

	Being treated like this was turning the girl on.  Feelings of lust were 
coiling in her belly and sinking into her pussy.  Unthinkingly, she grabbed 
some toilet paper and let out a yell as her hand came close to her soaked 
crotch.  She heard the woman snickering and saying something about a bad 
memory.  Cindy gave up and left the stall, some of the warm piss still 
trapped in her panties oozing out and wetting her thighs.

	erin looked at the girl with a grin on her face.  Trent had foreseen that, 
looking like she did, Cindy would have a problem just hanging around the 
mall for the afternoon without getting into trouble.  So he'd sent erin down 
there with instructions to play with their toy.

	"Hike up your dress, slut so I can clean you a little."  Cindy complied and 
erin dabbed the child's excited cunt and thighs with a small cloth from her 
bag.  The faint smell of piss was now mixed with the very strong smell that 
told of Cindy's arousal. "Now, we have some errands to run, then we'll go do 
some shopping.  Come along," said erin, holding out her hand.


End Part 4

I am finishing up the editing for the next part.  I'll post that when I'm 
finished.  Again, if you liked it, please let me know.

Thanks
~Pen~
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