Sunday, February 28, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 35

The next day Miss White attached the camera they’d confiscated from Jodie to her computer and uploaded the photos. She intended to return the camera to Dean Wilkins with nothing on it; it seemed symbolically correct.

But the pictures were too good to just throw away. For several hours in the late morning and early afternoon she locked her door and scrolled through them, masturbating over and over. Not only were the images highly erotic in themselves, the fact that they’d been taken surreptitiously somehow made them even sexier.

It turned into one of those intense self-pleasuring sessions where each orgasm is better than the last and leads you directly to the next. She finally had to force herself to stop so she could get ready for her meeting with the Dean, decisively shutting down her computer and leaving the room.

She took a long, hot shower and tried to get herself mentally prepared. She was generally an extremely confident person, but there were a lot of unknowns in this situation, and many potential dangers. The pleasures she’d experienced in her time at Alpha Beta Delta were so many and so glorious that she’d always wondered whether someday there would be a price to pay. Was the time at hand?

Well, she’d just have to handle things as best she could. She dried herself off, put her hair up, got her best suit out of the closet. When she was dressed she checked herself out in the mirror, put her game face on. Yes, Dean Wilkins was a formidable person; but so was she.

It was about a 10-minute walk to the administration building, but Miss White was ahead of schedule, so she took her time. She wanted to be exactly on time — not late, not early. It was a beautiful, unseasonably warm day, and every girl that passed seemed to be wearing her skimpiest summer outfit.

For awhile Miss White found herself walking behind a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair, watching him crane his neck to check out every girl in sight. Truth be told, she was just as bad, she knew; but at least she was more subtle about it. It made her smile to think that she got more pussy than he could ever dream of.

Which was part of the problem at hand, of course. The fact that Alpha Beta Delta was a hotbed of lesbian activity had been an open secret on campus for a long time; the administration was generally content to look the other way, since no one was harmed and ABD had a long history behind it. But occasionally there had been conservative factions that would have liked to have an excuse to shut them down.

Miss White knew that her own sexual involvement with students was problematic in that respect. But she didn’t for a minute try to fool herself into thinking that she’d ever give up the privileges she enjoyed. She promised herself she’d be more careful in the future, assuming they survived this crisis; that was as far as she’d go.

She arrived at the Dean’s office precisely at 4, but was kept waiting for the better part of 20 minutes; that was to be expected. She tried not to let herself get annoyed; she wanted to be on a completely even keel, with no emotions clouding her thinking. She practiced deep breathing and read news on her phone until the Dean’s secretary finally called for her.

Dean Wilkins’ office was huge, with a spectacular view of campus, but it was out of the sun at this time of day and the lights were on low. For a second Miss White didn’t see the Dean, and then she seemed to materialize out of the shadows. “Hello, Alexis,” she said matter-of-factly and their eyes met, both of their expressions neutral as they sized each other up.

Monique Wilkins towered half a head above Miss White; tall to begin with, she was wearing high heels and had a leonine mane of black hair. “Monique,” responded Miss White, and they clasped hands and exchanged French-style cheek kisses, one of the Dean’s trademarks.

Dean Wilkins sat down behind her desk and Miss White took the chair on the other side. “So what can I do for you?” asked the Dean coolly.

Miss White sat the camera down on the desk. “I believe this belongs to you,” she said.

Dean Wilkins cocked an eyebrow. “In fact it does. Thank you.” She picked up the camera and switched it on; after seeing that the memory card was empty, she switched it off again. “Actually, it’s good that you’ve come. I was going to have to speak with you soon anyway.”

They again locked eyes, each one trying to out-calm the other. “You sent that envelope,” stated Miss White.

The Dean nodded. “Yes, I did.” Opening the middle drawer of her desk, she produced a key which she used to unlock another drawer at the bottom-right. From this she took a manila folder about an inch thick, which she sat down on the desktop. “I’ve assembled quite a dossier on your activities at Alpha Beta Delta.” Nodding toward the corner of the room, she added, “There are more in the safe. Electronic files too.”

Miss White struggled to fight off a mild sense of panic, but managed to keep her face perfectly composed. “What is this all about, anyway?”

Dean Wilkins flipped open the folder and began to page through the printouts inside. They were all pictures taken at ABD house, many of them sexually explicit; some of them Miss White recognized, some were new. “Well, Alexis, it’s like this,” she said. “As you know, there is a morals clause in Alpha Beta Delta’s agreement with the college. I had heard rumors of what went on there, but I had no idea it was like this. I’m...concerned.”

Pausing at a photo of Miss White leaning back on the couch naked, an unidentifiable blond head gripped between her thighs, the Dean continued. “And I’m concerned about your behavior in particular. This sort of thing is simply beyond the pale, Alexis.”

Miss White sighed. Dean Wilkins had her, there was no way around it. She took a deep breath and relaxed; there was nothing she could do now but see where this was leading. “So what is it that you want?” she asked.

The Dean smiled a smile that made the hairs stand up on the back of Miss White’s neck; it was triumphant, cruel, and playful all at once. “There’s more than enough here for me to pull your charter. But I’d rather that wasn’t necessary. I’d like to meet with some of these girls. Evaluate them. Make sure they aren’t being harmed.”

Suddenly it was as if the scales had fallen from Miss White’s eyes. Of course, the Dean wanted a piece of the action. Immediately she felt a slight sense of relief; at least now she knew the parameters of what she was dealing with. Her mind went to work, calculating, strategizing. “I assume you had particular ones in mind?”

“In fact,” answered the Dean, shuffling through the pile of photos, “I do.” She held up a picture obviously taken through a window at ABD House. Jenny stood there naked; behind her was Kristin, fully clothed. One of Kristin’s arms was wrapped around Jenny’s chest just beneath her breasts, making them stand up and point directly toward the camera. The other was cupping Jenny’s crotch. Jenny was leaning back against Kristin, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. It was a tremendously sexy image, and Miss White felt a tingle between her legs looking at it.

“These two,” said the Dean.

“Well,” answered Miss White hesitantly, “I’ll have to see.”

Dean Wilkins nodded. “I understand. I’ll give you 24 hours.” Glancing at the clock she added, “Let’s say 5:00 tomorrow?”

Miss White nodded in return and stood up. There was really nothing more to be said. They exchanged one last glance as Miss White turned on her heel and walked away.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 34

After leaving the basement Alexis White returned to her office, where she pulled out the bottle of whiskey that she kept in a file cabinet. After emptying her coffee cup into a potted plant, she poured herself a good stiff drink and sat down at her desk.

It had been an eventful day, and some questions had been raised that would need answering. But at the moment there was nothing to be done, and Miss White just wanted to relax and ease her way into a restful sleep. She would need all her energy in the days to come.

As she reached for her cup Miss White’s arm jostled the mouse, and when the computer woke up the window showing the security camera feed from the basement was still up. Jodie had turned off the overhead light and curled up in her blanket to go to sleep, but there was still enough light in the room for Miss White to make out her face.

For a half-hour or so Miss White sat slowly sipping whiskey and watching Jodie sleep. Something about this girl had really gotten to her; she was a natural submissive, Miss White could tell, but with a defiant streak. It would be interesting to see what she added to Alpha Beta Delta’s dynamic.

By the time the cup was empty Jodie had rolled over and was facing away from the camera. Miss White shut down her computer and made her way upstairs to her bedroom, where she brushed her teeth and was unconscious in minutes.

* * *

First thing after her coffee in the morning, Miss White called Dean Wilkins’ office to make an appointment. It was best to meet this thing head-on, she thought.

“I’m sorry,” she was told, “but the Dean won’t be in today. I have an appointment at 4:00 tomorrow afternoon, will that be OK?”

Miss White said that it would and hung up. She then summoned Sasha to her office; as she waited she checked the camera feed from the basement, where Jodie was still sleeping peacefully.

When Sasha arrived Miss White told her that she would need to find something for Jodie to wear. Sasha nodded, flashing back to the highly erotic spectacle of Miss White cutting off the prisoner’s clothes. “Jodie’s going to be staying here with us,” Miss White told Sasha. “Tell her to go home today and pack a suitcase.” Sasha nodded.

Glancing over at the camera they’d confiscated from Jodie, which sat on the corner of her desk, Miss White had a thought. “And tell her to bring the cable for this thing.” Sasha nodded again.

“We’re also going to have a house meeting tonight,” added Miss White. “8 PM. Make sure everyone knows.” She dismissed Sasha, who walked away trying to figure out who at ABD was closest to Jodie’s size.

Miss White returned her attention to the security camera. Jodie had rolled over onto one side; the blanket had slipped down around her waist, revealing her firm young breasts, and she had one hand clamped between her thighs. The overall effect was incredibly sexy, and for a moment Miss White thought about going down there, gently nudging Jodie awake, watching her stretch and yawn. Tossing the blanket aside, Miss White would straddle Jodie’s head and lean down for a nice morning 69.

But then her phone rang; a plumber who she’d contacted about doing some work on the house was calling back. Then she got an urgent email about an unpaid grocery bill, and from there it was one issue after another. The day passed quickly and next thing Miss White knew the sun was going down; she left her office and went for a walk in ABD’s garden, planning what was going to happen that evening.

* * *

When the Sisters filed into the meeting that night they were greeted by the sight of Jodie — an unfamiliar face at this point to everyone but Sasha, Kristin, and Jenny — bent over on the stage, naked, bound, and ball-gagged. There was a murmur in the room as everyone wondered who this was and what she was doing there, but it was silenced as Alexis White strode in, exuding an air of businesslike authority.

Taking the stage, Miss White introduced Jodie as the newest member of their household. When she explained that Jodie would be subordinate even to the freshmen, several of the freshmen glanced at each other excitedly, imagining what it would be like to have a plaything of their own.

“But first,” announced Miss White, “Jodie has to do some penance for her sins against us. Isn’t that right, Jodie?”

Nervous and unsure exactly what this meant, Jodie was momentarily hesitant to respond. But looking out at the sea of beautiful faces gazing at her, then over at the impassive face of Alexis White, she knew that there was no turning back. She nodded.

“Good,” said Miss White, and the hint of a smile curled one side of her mouth. A few seconds later she had located her whip and taken up a position behind Jodie, who was now having second thoughts about this whole thing. But it was too late, much too late.

The whip sang through the air and made a loud crack as it met the flesh of Jodie’s rump. Jodie’s eyes went wide and she moaned into her gag; it was not as painful as she might have feared, but it certainly stung. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the next blow; it hurt a little bit less. After five lashes it was almost like all this was happening to someone else; like she was watching from outside her body as the stately Alexis White punished her for her sins.

And then it was over. Miss White nodded approvingly, even favoring Jodie with a wink as she curled the whip and set it aside. Jodie’s glowing red ass still burned, but it now felt like a badge of honor, a mark of belonging.

Miss White dismissed the Sisters and they filtered out, with only Kristin, Jenny, and Sasha remaining behind. All three of them recognized the look in Miss White’s eyes and knew that something special was about to transpire.

Leaning down, Miss White popped out Jodie’s gag, then kissed her hard on the mouth. They were both in a highly agitated condition. Miss White, as always, had been deeply aroused by dealing out a punishment. As for Jodie, she’d just been whipped, naked and bound, in front of a room full of sorority sisters; nothing in her short, sheltered life had prepared her for such an experience. Her heart was still pounding and her pussy was throbbing as Miss White took hold of her hair and pulled back, forcing her to look up.

Jodie gazed up at the older woman, who was like a goddess to her now, and over at the three Sisters, who were like priestesses. Nothing could have made her happier than to be completely in their control.

Speaking in an even, businesslike tone, her face betraying just the faintest hint of a grin, Miss White said “Our new friend here needs some cunt-licking practice. Who wants to go first?”

Sasha looked at Kristin, who looked at Jenny and nodded. Jenny shrugged and stepped forward, taking a seat on the chair that Miss White pulled up onto the stage. After lifting her skirt and pulling off her panties, Jenny spread her legs wide. Her pussy was glistening wet; she, too, had been excited by the spectacle of Jodie’s punishment.

Jodie took a deep breath and thought back to her lesson of the previous night. Scooting forward, she began by kissing, licking, and nibbling on Jenny’s inner thighs as Miss White, Kristin, and Sasha sat down to enjoy the show.

Without the use of her hands, it took Jodie awhile to get Jenny off, but nobody minded; they all thoroughly enjoyed every second of the process. Jenny then vacated the chair and Sasha stepped forward, removing and carefully folding her jeans and white thong before taking Jenny’s place.

As Jodie obediently went to work on Jenny, Miss White was no longer content to just watch. A minute later Jodie felt her legs being opened as Miss White knelt behind her equipped with a strap-on. Jodie reflexively looked back over her shoulder as she felt herself being penetrated, but Miss White gripped her head firmly and returned her attention to Sasha’s pussy.

Kristin patted her lap and Jenny took a seat there as they watched the action. Kristin was feeling very needy between the legs but she waited patiently until Jodie brought Sasha to orgasm. Jodie was quite understandably having trouble focusing as Miss White pounded into her from behind, but she got the job done eventually.

Sasha now stood and Jenny took Kristin by the hand, leading her over to the chair. She sat and Jenny lifted the hem of her skirt; she had been going commando underneath, so nothing further was necessary. Miss White slowed her pace to a gentle in and out as Jodie began to lick the blond senior.

In the end both Jodie’s tongue and her pussy were thoroughly worn out. Sasha untied her and led her down the hallway to the basement room that was now her home. There was a bare-bones bathroom where Jodie took a much-needed pee, then stood for a minute leaning against the sink, savoring the orgasmic tingle that still ran through her. She took off her glasses and leaned forward, studying herself in the mirror; she didn’t really look any different, but she certainly felt different.


Friday, February 26, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 33

As Jodie lay on the floor panting and sweating, Miss White unharnessed her strap-on and put it aside, straightening her dress. Satisfied that the message had been sent, she nodded to Sasha, who untied Jodie and helped her to her feet. Holding Jodie by the arm, Sasha could feel her quiver, little jolts of pleasure still coursing through her.

Sasha sat Jodie down on the couch and handed her a blanket that was sitting nearby. She, Jenny, and Kristin then got dressed and Miss White dismissed them, asking Sasha to go to the kitchen and bring Jodie something to eat and drink.

After giving Jodie a few minutes to pull herself together, Miss White began to ask her questions, which she was only too happy to answer between bites of the sandwich Sasha brought. When asked who had sent her to spy on them, Jodie answered, “Dean Wilkins.”

Miss White nodded solemnly. In her years at Bowmore Miss White had crossed paths with Monique Wilkins, dean of the college, quite a few times. She was a powerful figure on campus, not a person to be trifled with.

Dean Wilkins was an African-American woman who had started in the job very young, and was now in her late thirties. She was highly intelligent and an imposing presence, tall and athletically built. She also had a reputation as a stern disciplinarian. Somehow, it seemed, they had run afoul of her; Miss White knew that this had to be taken seriously, though she saw no reason to panic.

When asked why the dean had sent her, Jodie claimed not to know much. She had been working in Dean Wilkins’ office as a work-study job when the dean gave her a camera and told her to gather information on Alpha Beta Delta. At first Jodie had been hesitant, taking a few photos here and there and seeing nothing unusual. But then she’d actually come into ABD for the first time on the day of the open house, and got an inkling of what really went on there.

At first it was just a feeling; there was an intimacy between the Sisters, a sense of physical closeness, that was different from what Jodie was used to seeing in the relationships between women. Then, later in the evening, she wandered down a hallway and into a side room. It took her a moment to parse what she was seeing, which was entirely outside her experience: two girls were 69ing as a third spanked the one on top with a paddle.

Jodie was both shocked and excited. She’d been attracted to other girls all her life and always been too afraid to act on it. Now she wondered if things like this were always going on just out of sight, if her desires might not be more common than she imagined.

After that she became obsessed, sneaking onto the grounds of ABD almost every day, growing bolder and bolder as she learned her way around. She saw and photographed oral sex, strap-on sex, BDSM, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. Night after night she found herself hunkered down in some hiding place near ABD House, taking pictures with one hand while touching herself with the other.

Now Jodie wanted more than anything to be a part of Alpha Beta Delta. She begged Miss White: Was there some way for her to stay? Having had a taste of it, she couldn’t go back to the way things had been. She just couldn’t.

Miss White was hesitant. This situation was unprecedented and had her a little off-balance. To give herself a minute to think, she offered Jodie a cup of tea, then excused herself to go to the kitchen.

It was quiet in the house by now, and Miss White was able to think things through as she boiled water and poured tea for the two of them. The circumstances were fraught but offered a whole host of possibilities, and by the time she returned to the basement where Jodie was waiting, she’d decided to take advantage of them.

Miss White offered Jodie a deal: She could stay there in the basement, but with conditions. One was that she would always be naked when she was there. Another was that she would occupy a position all the way at the bottom of ABD’s hierarchy, below even the freshmen. In essence she would be a slave to the entire house.

Jodie eagerly accepted, her heart pounding as she imagined the things that might transpire in the weeks and months to come. She gazed over at Miss White, admiring the older woman’s beauty, her bearing, her self-confidence. Jodie felt instinctively that she would do anything for this woman.

For a few minutes they sat quietly sipping their tea, and then Miss White spoke up. “If this is going to work, you’re going to have to learn how to eat pussy properly.” Jodie blushed, embarrassed by the older woman’s directness, but knew that she was speaking the truth.

Miss White lifted her dress — she was now wearing nothing underneath — and spread her legs, pointing to indicate that Jodie should kneel between them. Jodie scrambled to obey, and found herself staring into a pair of glistening pink pussy lips topped by a perfect triangle of black pubic hair.

Talking in a calm teacher’s voice, Miss White first had Jodie warm her up by kissing, licking, and gently biting her inner thighs. Jodie could smell the difference as Miss White grew more aroused, and could see her pussy lips grow plumper and begin to open slightly.

Next Miss White had Jodie lick her slit up and down several times, encouraging her to use a soft, fluttering touch; Jodie noticed that the older woman’s thigh muscles clenched and released, clenched and released. “Now stick your tongue inside,” ordered Miss White, her voice beginning to take on a certain urgency. “Deep as you can.”

Jodie obeyed, and Miss White took hold of the younger woman’s head and pushed forward, angling herself slightly for maximum penetration. Jodie let out a guttural “Mmmph” sound, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, completely engulfed in Miss White’s wet pussy.

After grinding against Jodie’s face for awhile Miss White released her and she sat back on her haunches, looking a little dazed. Her head was swimming and she took a few deep breaths to steady herself, leaning slightly against Miss White’s knee.

Miss White took a few seconds to regain her own composure, reminding herself not to rush this process. When the time seemed right, she had Jodie finger her while licking and sucking her clit. With the help of the older woman’s patience and guidance, Jodie was at last able to push Miss White over the edge.

When Miss White came her facial expression hardly changed at all, but Jodie felt her body spasm and heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a series of short, staccato exhalations. After a moment Miss White laid her hand on Jodie’s cheek and said, “Good job. We’ll make you one of us yet.”


Thursday, February 25, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 32

While watching Jodie lap away eagerly but clumsily at Jenny’s pussy, Kristin ran one hand down inside the front of Jodie’s panties. She was absolutely soaked down there, and it was with no resistance whatsoever that Kristin slipped one finger inside her, then two, then three.

Jodie ground up and down on Kristin’s hand while letting out a series of high-pitched little moans. It soon became clear to Kristin that Jodie was never going to be able to bring Jenny to orgasm, so she again took hold of Jodie’s head and steered it over between Sasha’s legs. Completely without any hesitancy or shame at this point, Jodie dove into Sasha’s crotch as Kristin took charge of finishing Jenny off, which she did with a few skillful licks of the clit.

Now Kristin took hold of Jenny’s hand and pulled her down onto her knees. Together they watched Jodie, somewhat awkwardly positioned with her hands cuffed behind her back, jam her tongue way up inside Sasha as Sasha leaned back on her heels. Kristin glanced over at Miss White, who was looking on impassively but approvingly.

Again it became clear that Jodie simply did not know, yet, how to make a girl come. Kristin pulled her away from Sasha’s cunt and motioned for Jenny to take over. Jenny complied obediently and Kristin pulled Jodie to her for a kiss, this time tasting the flavor of two separate vaginas on her lips.

Kristin again looked over at Miss White, who now uncrossed her legs and stood up. She began to walk over toward them, moving slowly with a swagger in her step. When she was standing right next to them she lifted her skirt to reveal a long, thick black strap-on that dangled in the air just inches away from them.

Taking hold of the shaft, Kristin ran her tongue along the underside of the dildo, locking eyes with Jodie as she did so. Jodie watched raptly as Kristin licked the artificial phallus up and down and all around, covering every square inch of its surface with her saliva.

When the moment felt right Miss White nodded to Kristin, who put a hand on the back of Jodie’s head and bent her forward so her ass was in the air. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, making her a lovely picture of submissive vulnerability. She still had panties on but it was time for them to go, Miss White decided.

Picking up the scissors, Miss White deftly snipped the waistband of Jodie’s panties on either side. She then gathered up the ruined undergarment and pushed it into Jodie’s mouth to gag her, giving her a taste of her own pussy.

Miss White bent down on one knee and slipped a hand between Jodie’s legs; she was creamy wet and delightfully soft. For a moment Miss White stopped to wonder if Jodie might be a virgin — if so this could be messy. But there was no chance she was going to stop now. The wide-eyed look on Jodie’s face said she wanted it, needed it even; and Miss White was just the one to give it to her.

First, though, she wanted to warm up Jodie’s ass a little bit. After gently caressing the girl’s rump with her fingertips, Miss White hauled off and whacked Jodie hard on one butt cheek with an open palm. Jodie let out a surprised, muffled “Mmmph,” then braced herself as Miss White pulled back the hand again and brought it down on the other cheek.

After half a dozen blows on each side Jodie’s ass was nice and pink and her facial expression had progressed from fear, to surrender, to a kind of exaltation as she absorbed all the punishment Miss White could give her. Only then did Miss White use one foot to Jodie’s her legs apart, then guide the tip of the strap-on forward until it was pressed against Jodie’s vulva.

All of them — Miss White, Kristin, Jenny, and Sasha — watched Jodie’s face as the head of the dildo penetrated her. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth went slack, a resonant hum emerging from deep down in her throat. Miss White pulled the ruined panties from her mouth so she could be as noisy as she wanted.

Taking hold of Jodie’s hips, Miss White slowly pushed all the way in, grinding hard against her as her body quivered with ecstasy. Jodie was moaning loudly and shamelessly now, her breath coming in staccato gasps as Miss White moved in and out of her. Kristin, Jenny, and Sasha stood around touching themselves as they watched.

Reaching one hand around, Miss White gently brushed Jodie’s clit with her fingertip. That was all it took; Jodie shuddered and shook as the orgasm pulsed through her, from her crotch to her extremities and back again. She rested her head on the floor for awhile, just breathing and vibrating, but Miss White wasn’t done with her.

Looking up, Miss White locked eyes with Kristin and jerked her head to indicate what she wanted. Kristin lowered herself to the floor next to Jodie’s head and spread her legs wide. Jodie gulped as Miss White took hold of the back of her head and guided it toward Kristin’s crotch. It was clear what was expected of her, and Jodie obediently began to lick the blond senior’s pussy as Miss White resumed fucking her.

When Jodie came for a second time Miss White used her right hand to pull Jodie’s head back and her left to finger Kristin to orgasm. Miss White then pushed her juice-slick fingers into Jodie’s mouth and gripped her tightly, slamming into her again and again, holding nothing back now. Jodie’s third climax was convulsive. She slobbered on Miss White’s hand and went completely limp, heartbeat thundering in her ears as her last cries died away.

Miss White slowly lowered Jodie back to the floor and pulled out of her, dildo bobbing in the air as she stood up and stretched. After a minute Jodie rolled over and managed to sit up, smiling weakly as she gazed up at the imperious figure of Alexis White, then over at the three naked girls beside her. She knew immediately that, from this moment forward, her life would never be the same again.


Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 31

When she left the basement Alexis White walked back to her office, sat down at her desk, and booted up her computer. A minute later she was watching the live feed from the security camera in the basement.

She’d had the camera installed a couple years previously, when she’d suspected that one of the Sisters was running a campuswide drug operation out of ABD House. Sure enough, Miss White had caught her on film stashing her inventory of cocaine and pills in the basement. Confronted with the evidence, the girl had tearfully apologized and promised to stop, and that was the end of that. Aside from a few spot checks in the following weeks to make sure the girl was keeping her promise, the camera had sat unused since then.

Now Alexis White sat watching Kristin, Jenny, and Sasha put on a show for the bound girl in the corner. They were doing a good job of it, and Miss White began to lightly touch herself as Kristin fingered, then licked Jenny. But the camera did not offer a good angle on the prisoner, and so Miss White could not see how she was reacting, which was frustrating.

Every so often Miss White checked the time; the hour was passing very slowly. Finally, with about five minutes left, she couldn’t stand it anymore; she hid the window showing the camera feed and headed back downstairs.

* * *

When Miss White came back into the room Jenny was stretched out full-length on the couch with Kristin riding her face and Sasha eating her pussy. All three of them seemed to have forgotten the prisoner, who sat wide-eyed in the corner, mouth hanging open as she watched the action before her. Her face betrayed no emotion, but she was so wrapped up in what she was seeing that she didn’t notice for awhile that Miss White had returned.

When she saw Miss White watching her, Jodie turned bright red. Their eyes met and, in the brief interval before Jodie averted her gaze, Miss White glimpsed a blazing passion behind her outwardly blank expression.

Just then Kristin and Jenny’s moans crescendoed as they orgasmed. After taking a moment to recover Kristin sat back on the edge of the couch with her legs gaping open, revealing Jenny, who gazed dreamily up at the ceiling. Her hair was mussed, her mouth formed into a crooked smile, her face smeared with pussy juice.

Sasha looked up at Miss White uncertainly, chewing her lip, wondering if Miss White was pleased or displeased with her. Miss White smiled down at her beneficently; everything was going exactly as she’d planned.

Looking at her watch, Miss White announced, “Time’s up.”

“Jodie,” said Kristin. “Her name’s Jodie.”

“Is that so?” responded Miss White, taking two big strides forward toward the bound girl. “Time’s up, Jodie.”

Taking Jodie’s chin in one hand, Miss White lifted her head and looked her straight in the eyes. “So do you still want to be let go?” she asked. “Or do you maybe want to stay for awhile?”

Looking over at the three naked girls, then back at Miss White, Jodie slowly nodded. “I kind of thought so.”

Walking over to the tote bag Kristin had brought, Miss White reached in and produced a pair of heavy-duty scissors. A look of fear flashed across Jodie’s face as Miss White again approached her, the scissors glinting in the light. That looked turned to confusion, then excitement, as Miss White took hold of her collar and began to cut down the front of her shirt.

After slicing the shirt down the front and across to each armpit, Miss White tossed the ragged remains aside. Jodie was wearing a white lace bra through which her erect nipples were clearly visible; Miss White snipped the piece of fabric connecting the cups and then both bra straps. The ruined bra fell aside to reveal a firm, rounded, heavy set of tits.

Jodie began to pant a little bit, obviously highly aroused. Miss White reached down to pinch her nipples; they were hard as rocks. On the couch the three Sisters watched, fascinated, as Miss White gripped the hem of Jodie’s skirt and cut it in half from top to bottom. When she was done Jodie was wearing only white lace panties and blue-and-yellow-striped socks.

Miss White stepped aside and nodded to the girls on the couch. As if choreographed they rose and came toward Jodie, while Miss White took a seat on the couch to watch.

Jenny and Sasha stood by as Kristin dropped to her knees. From inches away she stared right into Jodie’s eyes; there was no defiance there anymore, just desire and complete surrender. Kristin bent forward and they kissed, softly at first, then with more and more intensity. Kristin reached around and took hold of the back of Jodie’s head, pushing her tongue aggressively into Jodie’s mouth.

Pulling away, Kristin raised up full-length onto her knees. She was a good bit taller than Jodie, so in this position her breasts were right at Jodie’s eye level. Kristin guided Jodie’s head to her chest, pushing one firm nipple between Jodie’s lips. Jodie opened her mouth to accept it, then opened further to take a big mouthful of Kristin’s boob.

Miss White had been absolutely right about her. She’d been attracted to girls all her life, but always afraid to admit it because her religious family would never accept it. All those repressed desires were now coming out as she sucked eagerly on first one breast, then the other.

After a few minutes Kristin pulled away and she and Jodie looked at each other again. Jodie was gazing up shyly from under lowered eyelids, and Kristin realized now that she was completely in control of this situation; Jodie would do whatever she wanted.

Again taking hold of Jodie’s head, Kristin turned it toward Jenny so she was looking straight into Jenny’s glistening nest of black pubic curls. Kristin looked up at Jenny, who adjusted her stance so her legs were slightly apart, and guided Jodie’s head between them.

Jodie breathed in deeply, experiencing for the first time the scent of another woman’s arousal. She was a little overwhelmed by all that was happening, her heart pounding with the excitement and novelty of it all. She took a deep breath; there was no point in being shy now. She extended her tongue and took a taste of Jenny’s pussy.


Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 30

Kristin returned a couple minutes later carrying a tote bag, which she sat down by the door. Jenny, Sasha, and the prisoner all looked at her curiously, wondering what was going to happen now.

From the bag Kristin produced a small box that held a joint that she’d been saving for a special occasion — which this was, though in a strange kind of way. She lit it and took a long, deep drag, feeling a pleasant tingle begin to propagate itself through her body. She then handed it to Sasha, who took a big hit and passed it on to Jenny, coughing and exhaling an impressive cloud of smoke. Jenny toked cautiously, knowing herself to be kind of a lightweight.

When Jenny returned the joint to Kristin she turned it around and brought it toward the lips of their prisoner, who just glared at her. Kristin shrugged and took another pull herself.

Suddenly Sasha spoke up. “Jodie,” she said, snapping her fingers. “That’s her name.”

“Oh yeah?” said Kristin. “Hi, Jodie,” she added, giving a little wave. Jodie gazed back irritably.

They continued to pass the joint around until it was gone. A thick cloud of smoke now hovered in the air, and Kristin felt pleasantly lightheaded, ready to move on to the next phase of the plan. There was a long leather couch roughly opposite from where Jodie was chained; Kristin sat down on one end of it and motioned for Jenny to come join her.

Smiling at her beautiful freshman lover, Kristin leaned over and pressed her mouth to Jenny’s. They kissed for a long time, reveling in the sensuousness of their soft lips, tongues meeting and exploring. The weed had done its job well; every sensation was heightened. Kristin could feel her hardening nipples against the fabric of her bra, the wetness beginning to trickle between her legs.

Looking up, Kristin gestured for Sasha to sit down on the other side of Jenny, and she did. For awhile the three of them made out, as a group and in every combination, with Jenny pressed tightly between Kristin and Sasha’s bodies when they leaned across her to kiss.

Out of the corner of her eye Kristin watched Jodie watching them. She was definitely paying attention, though the look on her face remained neutral. After studying the photos, Miss White had decided that the photographer had to be a lesbian, probably a repressed one. It would be hard for her to resist temptation, was Miss White’s theory, and after that things would be different. Now they were going to find out.

Kristin took hold of Jenny’s t-shirt and pulled it up and off; she wasn’t wearing a bra so her magnificent breasts popped out proudly, nipples standing tall and eager for attention. Kristin bent down and took the one closest to her into her mouth; Sasha did the same on the other side. Jenny moaned softly, leaning back against the couch and closing her eyes.

She had been feeling a little uncomfortable with this situation, wondering if they were doing the right thing by imprisoning Jodie like this. But now physical sensations trumped all else; she let go of everything but the pleasure of the moment, surrendering herself as she had so often since coming to Alpha Beta Delta.

Now Kristin unbuttoned Jenny’s jeans and began to wriggle them down past her hips. When they were off she tossed them aside and rested her hand on Jenny’s knee, feeling Jenny tremble at the familiar touch. Slowly Kristin ran her hand up Jenny’s leg and across their thigh, then cupped Jenny’s crotch, feeling the wetness that had seeped into her panties. She gently pushed the tip of her index finger into Jenny’s pussy through the fabric; Jenny squirmed and sighed, letting her legs fall open.

After pulling the crotch of Jenny’s panties aside to reveal the glistening pink underneath, Kristin returned her finger to where it had been, this time pushing it all the way in. As she did so she again glanced over at Jodie, whose mouth was now hanging slightly open. Her expression had changed, her features softening slightly, and Kristin felt buoyant; it was working!

Jenny groaned and whimpered, biting her lip, as Kristin continued to figure her. Kristin grinned; how could anyone resist such a delightful creature? She leaned down to kiss Jenny again, then dropped to her knees in front of the couch. She pulled Jenny’s panties down and off and flung them away in the general direction of Jodie, whose eyes followed them as they flew.

Jenny’s breath was coming hard and heavy now as Kristin teased her inner thighs with lips and tongue, taking her time, making a show of it. Sasha for the moment just sat back and watched, unbuttoning her jeans and thrusting one hand down inside.

When Kristin’s tongue finally touched Jenny’s pussy, her whole body shuddered and her weight fell sideways against Sasha. Sasha held her for a few seconds and then eased her back so she was stretched out sideways on the couch. Wriggling out from underneath, Sasha quickly whipped off her jeans and panties and without further preliminaries straddled Jenny’s head.


Monday, February 22, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 29

It was just before sunset two nights later when Kristin, who had been studying in ABD’s comfy living room, happened to look up and see something shiny glinting in the bushes outside. Immediately she dropped her book and went to get Sasha, who was the only other person Miss White had told about the pictures.

After quickly conferring, they went outside through the rear kitchen door and out the back gate, then circled around to approximately where Kristin had been looking. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, throwing ABD’s front garden into deep shadow. Moving stealthily, Kristin and Sasha spread out about 10 yards, maintaining visual contact as they crept stealthily through the grounds they knew so well.

And finally their efforts were rewarded. Beneath an apple tree they saw a woman with a camera, its long zoom lens pointed toward ABD House. She did not appear to see them, so they moved slowly closer, then in one unified motion, they leapt. Each seized one of the woman’s arms, and Sasha quickly produced handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back; Kristin just as quickly gagged her with a cloth. Together they maneuvered the struggling prisoner into ABD House through a side door that led directly to the basement. There, after they secured the prisoner’s handcuffs to a chain set into the wall, Sasha stood guard as Kristin went to fetch Miss White.

When Kristin returned with Alexis White, Sasha was staring down at the bound girl. She was about 21, with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail and thick black glasses covering big blue eyes. Sasha looked up at Miss White and said, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Miss White nodded and she and Sasha moved out of earshot as Kristin kept an eye on the prisoner.

“I know this girl,” said Sasha. “She’s been in a few of my classes. Usually she’s a total, like, goody two shoes, teacher’s pet type.”

“Do you know her name?” asked Miss White.

Sasha thought for a second. “I wanna say, like, Joanie? Jamie? I’m not sure.”

“Well,” said Alexis White with a steely glint in her eyes, “she’ll talk, eventually.”

“So what should we do with her?”

“I have a few ideas. Just hang tight for now.” Taking the camera with her, Miss White returned to the main house.

* * *

Kristin stood looking down at the prisoner, trying to gauge her expression. The bound girl resolutely refused to meet her gaze, staring forward at nothing in particular.

Sasha, who had left to fetch food for them, returned with three plates. Kristin, who was famished, immediately tore into a piece of chicken, while Sasha held out a drumstick toward the prisoner. “Hungry?” she asked. There was no response, so Sasha shrugged and bit into the drumstick herself.

When she had finished eating, Kristin stood and excused herself to go talk to Miss White. As she walked down the hallway she felt her heart pounding in her chest. Something big was happening here, she could feel it.

Kristin found Miss White in her office with the camera in her lap, scrolling through pictures. When Kristin entered Miss White waved her over. “Come look at these.”

The camera contained hundreds of pictures of the girls of Alpha Beta Delta; most of them appeared to have been taken through windows with a telephoto lens. Some were perfectly innocent and others were quite graphic. They found themselves both disturbed and aroused as they flipped through photo after photo.

“Some of them are very good,” opined Miss White. “Artistic, even.”

“So what do you think?” asked Kristin. “Is this just, like, her hobby, or is there something more going on?”

“I’m suspicious. Very suspicious. I think I know how we can find out, though. Go get Jenny and meet me back down there.”

* * *

When Kristin and Jenny walked into the basement the prisoner was leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed. Kristin asked Sasha “Did she say anything?” and Sasha shook her head no.

After a few minutes Alexis White appeared with the camera around her neck. Walking over to the prisoner, Miss White held the camera a few inches from her face and clicked the shutter repeatedly, triggering the flash over and over until the prisoner finally opened her eyes.

“You sure have a lot of pictures on here,” said Miss White. The prisoner shrugged. “It’s against the law to spy on people this way, you know.”

Finally the prisoner spoke. “False imprisonment is against the law too,” she said defiantly.

“What about trespassing?” shot back Miss White. Again, the prisoner shrugged. Sitting the camera down on the opposite side of the room, Alexis White sighed. “Look, getting the authorities involved wouldn’t do any of us any good.’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to keep you here for one hour.” She looked at her phone and said, “It’s 9:15 now. At 10:15 you’ll be free to go.” Then she added, somewhat mysteriously, “If you still want to.”

Turning toward the door, Miss White motioned for Kristin to follow her. A minute later Kristin reappeared with a funny expression on her face. She looked Jenny, looked at Sasha, looked at the prisoner. “Everybody sit tight,” she said finally. “I’ll be right back.”

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 28

After the second movie the party moved back to the sitting room, where it turned into more of a general free-for-all. Loud music was playing, there was naked dancing, and any remaining inhibitions were dropped. In one corner the Bitch was chained with her arms extended out to her sides, naked from the waist down, being whipped by Elena. The blows were not very hard, mostly for show, to add an atmosphere of kinky decadence to the room; but even so her involuntary cries of pleasure/pain were occasionally audible over the music.

At one point Kristin went to the kitchen and poured herself a big glass of ice water, determined not to drink herself senseless this time. When she returned to the sitting room the vibe had changed. The music had slowed down and the lights had dimmed; Kristins eyes were drawn to Janet, who was sitting on a couch in only panties, flanked by naked Jenny on one side and naked Sophie on the other. She had something in her hand; Kristin couldnt tell what it was until Janet leaned forward and used it to snort something off the table. Janet handed the straw to Sophie, who snorted up a big line of her own and handed it back. Next Janet offered the straw to Jenny, who looked questioningly over at Kristin. Kristin shook her head no and Jenny respectfully said No thank you to Janet, who shrugged and took another turn herself.

The energy level in the room went up after that. Soon Janet was fucking Jenny with a strap-on as Sophie sat on Jennys face. Kristin sat and watched, drinking water, marveling at what a willing and wanton slut Jenny had become. She had been so innocent not very long ago; Kristin wasnt sure whether to be proud or appalled. But she didnt have long to think about it, because now Diana was leaning over the back of the couch Kristin sat on, nuzzling Kristins ear and then kissing down her neck. Kristin opened herself up to the approach, and before long the two blondes were 69ing as Juliet sat beside them smoking a cigarette, sticking a finger in here, jabbing her tongue in there. Elena, meanwhile, had stopped whipping the Bitch and was now on her knees licking the bound womans pussy, which was sticky wet from the torment/tease shed been suffering.

From there things became sort of a blur...afterward all Kristin remembered was Jenny face-down on the floor, hands bound behind her back, being whipped by Sophie as Janet and Elena dripped hot wax onto her. Jenny was moaning pitifully; there may have been some pleasure in it, but to Kristin at that moment it sounded awful. Finally something snapped within her; she stood up and barked “Enough.” Ignoring Janet’s shocked look, Kristin helped Jenny up, untied her, and led her back to their room.

Kristin spent a good half-hour picking dried wax off Jenny’s body, soothing her with kisses in between. Then they curled up on one of the beds together till morning.

* * *

Over breakfast Janet was a little frosty but didn’t seem too upset; Kristin felt relieved, as ABD depended on Janet’s generosity, and the last thing Kristin wanted to was make her angry. After breakfast Kristin and Jenny showered, packed, and said their goodbyes. They were on the road back to Bowmore by 11:00.

Jenny was moved by the way Kristin had stood up for her, but wasn’t quite sure how to express it. Kristin for her part was in a peculiar, distracted mood. So they said little during the drive, just listened to music and stared out at the passing scenery. When they arrived at the college they parted with a long, warm hug and kiss, after which Jenny went to the freshman barracks and Kristin to her room.

There was a note taped to Kristin’s door: “K: Need to see you IMMEDIATELY.” It was signed with Alexis White’s trademark looping “A.”

Kristin’s heart immediately started pounding. Had Janet Lee called and complained about her? After dropping off her stuff she immediately made her way to Miss White’s office.

When Kristin entered Alexis White was sitting at her desk holding a steaming cup of coffee in both hands. She fixed Kristin with a serious look that caused Kristin's heart to drop into her stomach.

“Um...what’s up?” stammered Kristin.

Without saying a word, Miss White picked up the thick manila envelope that was sitting on the desk, opened the clasp, and pulled out the flap. Extracting a stack of papers, she began to array them across the desk. They were all pictures of girls, printed on high-quality photo paper, many in sexual situations. It took Kristin a minute to figure out that she knew all of these girls – they were all ABD Sisters. There was Emma, and Sasha, and Rachel, and Polly, and Eva, and April. Many of the photos had clearly been taken in the public areas of ABD House, and some distinctive items of decor were visible in them.

Finally Kristin came to one picture that particularly caught her eye – it had been taken in dim light and was grainy, but was clearly a photo of Jenny, naked on her knees with her hands cuffed behind her back, leaning into a blond-haired crotch with tongue extended. That’s me, thought Kristin, though her face was not visible.

She looked up at Miss White. “What the fuck?”

“These were delivered to the Dean’s office yesterday. Fortunately I am friendly with the secretary there, and she brought them to me before the Dean could see them.”

“So somebody’s spying on us.”

“Seems like it. Keep it quiet but see what you can find out.”

Kristin walked back to her room feeling worried and perplexed, but in a few minutes all that had faded, and all that remained in her mind was the image of Jenny on her knees. Calling down to the barracks, Kristin summoned the freshman to her room. A few minutes later Jenny appeared and silently stripped and knelt. Pulling off her jeans and panties, Kristin beckoned Jenny closer; Jenny crawled over and obediently took up the same position she had been in in the photo.

As Jenny began to service Kristin, Kristin stood staring out over the grounds of ABD, peering intently into this corner and that, searching for any sign of movement in the shadows.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 27

There was a brief pause as Sophie cued up the next part of the movie, during which there was an enthusiastic round of applause from everyone in the audience – except Jenny, who was on her knees servicing Janet and had again missed most of the entertainment.

* * *

The next thing to appear onscreen was the inside of an empty police station. The door opened and in came Officer Lane, leading the handcuffed Sophie by the arm. She brought Sophie to her desk, where she opened a drawer and produced a red ball gag. Once Sophie was gagged the officer led her through the main room and down a hallway until they came to the door of a cell. There were two bunks in the cell and in the one farthest from the door was a woman in an orange prison jumpsuit. It was hard to make her out in the dim light of the cell.

Officer Lane opened the door and pushed Sophie inside. Fresh meat, Juanita, she said, locking the door behind Sophie.

Juanita stood and approached Sophie. You could see her better now; she was a dark-skinned Latina, rough-looking but not without some beauty, somewhere in her 30s. She took Sophies chin in her hand and examined the new arrival closely. Pretty, she said.

You two have fun getting to know each other, smirked the officer, who then disappeared down the hallway.

Juanita wasted no time getting to know Sophie better, spinning Sophie around and cornering her against the cell door. Knowing that her new cellmate was bigger and stronger and not handcuffed, Sophie didnt bother to resist. Juanita pressed her body against Sophie’s from behind and whispered in her ear, Whats your name, little girl?

Sophie tried to answer, but all that escaped the gag was an unintelligible gurgle. Never mind, said Juanita, youre just a number here anyway.”

Juanita lifted Sophies skirt and ran her hand up the space between Sophies thighs. Soft, she said. Too soft.

Leaving Sophie for the moment, Juanita lifted the mattress of her bunk and reached underneath. When she turned around again she was holding what appeared to be a torn-off car antenna. The camera angle changed to a shot from outside the cell as Juanita whooshed the thin piece of metal through the air. All the color drained out of Sophies face and she began to moan even before the antenna smacked into her ass for the first time; what might have been her trying to say No! turned into a howl of pure torment.

The camera went back to a shot from behind Sophie as Juanita repeatedly punished her thighs and ass with the wire whip. Sophie was wailing helplessly, on the verge of tears, her body quaking every time the antenna made contact.

There was a cut to the interior of the police station, where Officer Lane was sitting at her desk with a phone in one hand. Wait till you see what I caught speeding on Route 24, she said. The person on the other end said something and she laughed. Yeah, a really prime piece. See you in a few minutes.

Back in the cell, Juanita had stopped the beating and stood over Sophie. Listen up, girlie, she said. Im gonna take that gag off now. If you immediately start begging to lick my pussy, I wont hurt you any more. Otherwise it gets worse. You hear?

Reaching down, Juanita unstrapped the gag from the back of Sophies head and slipped the ball out of her mouth. May I please lick your pussy?

Maam, insisted Juanita as she began stripping off her jumpsuit.

Please, maam, may I lick your pussy, please? Sophie sounded very sincere; she really didnt want to get whipped anymore.

Naked now, Juanita sat down on her bunk and spread her legs. Sophie scrambled to get to her before she could change her mind and started eagerly eating her fairly hairly pussy. Juanita laid back on the bed and began to grind her hips, mashing her cunt into Sophies face. Soon Juanita climaxed with a bloodcurdling howl that seemed to take Sophie aback; she sat up, her face smeared with Juanitas juices, and looked around the room as if trying to remember where she was and how shed gotten there.

After recovering for a few moments Juanita opened her eyes and gestured to Sophie urgently. Come sit on my face, she ordered. I want a mouthful of your pussy right now.

Sophie obediently climbed onto the bunk and straddled Juanitas head. Juanita wrapped an arm around Sophie and attacked her with audible slurping sounds, and soon Sophie let herself sink down into a 69. Just then Officer Lane appeared in the corner of the frame; she stood watching for half a minute, smirking knowingly, before noisily running her billy club back and forth against the bars of the cell.

Break it up in there, ordered the officer. New girl, get your face out of that pussy for a minute. The judge wants to see you.

Sophie stood up, her face bright red not to mention very wet, and Officer Lane opened the door of the cell. Juanita let out a groan of frustration and then began rubbing her clit. Hurry back, she said to Sophie.

Officer Lane led Sophie, still handcuffed, half-naked, and disheveled-looking, back out to the main room of the police station. Sitting at one of the desks was a small, dark-haired woman with glasses. She looked Sophie over appraisingly. So this is todays catch, huh? she asked the officer.

A real lead foot, this one, said Officer Lane. And a grade-A slut as well.

So I see, answered the judge. She smells disgusting. Get her cleaned up and bring her to my chambers.

Officer Lane led Sophie to a large shower, where she uncuffed the girl and stripped off the rest of her clothes. There was a quiet, peaceful interlude as the officer watched Sophie shower. Playing to her audience, Sophie spent extra time soaping her breasts and between her legs. When she was done the officer tossed her a large white towel.

The camera cut to show the judge sitting at the desk in her chambers – really just an office not much bigger than the desk itself – gazing thoughtfully at some papers with a pen in one hand. She looked up as Officer Lane led in Sophie, who was wrapped in the towel with her hair still wet.

So what are the charges? asked the judge.

70 in a 45 zone, said Officer Lane.

How do you plead? said the judge to Sophie, who stood looking perplexed. Plead guilty, you can pay the fine and get it over with, explained the judge. Not guilty, well have to have a hearing, and we might not be able to fit you in till tomorrow.

Sophie thought for a moment. Not guilty.

The judge grinned. Excellent choice. She nodded to Officer Lane, who again cuffed Sophies hands behind her back, pulled off her towel, and bent her forward over the desk. The judge stood up. She had changed into her black judicial robe, which she now lifted to reveal a dangling strap-on. Guiding the tip of the dildo into Sophies mouth, the judge pulled her robe up and off; she was naked underneath. Officer Lane likewise began to strip, and when she was naked the judge spun Sophie around 180 degrees. Sophie gasped as the judge sank the full length of the plastic cock into her; a moment later her face disappeared between the officers legs. That was when the credits rolled.


Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 26

When the lights went up it was clear that the dirty movie had had the intended effect on its audience. Kristin was masturbating and Janet and Sophie had their hands up each other’s skirts. Jenny, meanwhile, had clearly not gotten to see the end of the movie – she was sprawled across Diana and Juliet’s laps with her head between Diana’s thighs as Juliet fingered her.

There was a brief intermission during which Jenny brought Diana to orgasm, then very quickly had one herself as Juliet’s skilled hands manipulated her clit. Jenny stood up and wiped her mouth with one hand, her face reddening as she looked around the room and realized she had become the center of attention. Janet thought it very sweet that Jenny could still be embarrassed this way.

After straightening herself up as best she could, Jenny set about refreshing everyone’s drinks and bringing more popcorn from the kitchen. Soon they were all settled in again, and Sophie switched the lights back off and started the second feature.

* * *

The movie started with Sophie driving down a deserted highway, singing along with the radio and looking carefree as could be. She was in a pink Cadillac convertible, wearing a pink polka-dot dress and matching pink sunglasses. Suddenly the music stopped as a siren blared and a red light appeared in her rear-view mirror.

There was a long shot of the police car pulling Sophie over, then a cut back to the inside of the car as the cop walked up to the driver’s side window. It was a female officer, tall and muscular, wearing aviator glasses and with her dark brown hair tied back.

“License and registration,” she growled. There was a shot from the cop’s point of view as Sophie leaned over to open the glove compartment; the dress was very short and showed off her long, tan legs.

Do you know how fast you were going?” asked the policewoman as Sophie handed her the paperwork.

No ma’am,” answered Sophie respectfully.

Pretty fucking fast,” said the cop. After taking a cursory glance at Sophie’s license, she asked Sophie to step out of the car. Sophie complied and the cop had her put her hands on the hood of the car. From a new camera angle you could see the officer’s name tag – it said Lane” – as she patted Sophie down very thoroughly, taking liberties with her tits and ass.

There’s two ways this can go,” said Officer Lane. One, I take you in, and if you have money you can pay the fine. But not until you see the judge, and that might not be until tomorrow.”

Sophie frowned. And what’s the other way?”

Officer Lane responded by flipping up the back of Sophie’s dress and roughly grabbing her crotch. Sophie moaned involuntarily, and that was all the answer the officer needed; she pulled Sophie’s panties down and off and kicked the girl’s legs apart with one foot. Next Officer Lane pulled out her billy club and ran it up one of Sophie’s thighs, then the other. When the end of the club made contact with Sophie’s pussy she arched her back and leaned back into it. The officer grinned and ran the length of the club along Sophie’s slit, chanting rhythmically, Slut, slut, slut, slut, slut....”

Spinning Sophie around, Officer Lane brought her roughly to her knees and forced the tip of billy club into her mouth. Clean off your juice, there’s a good slut.” When she was done the officer tossed the club aside and pulled Sophie’s T-shirt up – she was braless underneath – pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts, then watching them bobble and sway. Unbuttoning her own pants, Officer Lane wet a finger between her legs and gave it to Sophie to suck.

Next the officer stripped out of her pants and panties – they were red and lacy, incongruous with the rest of her outfit – and leaned back against the car with her legs spread. Sophie knew what was expected of her and began to lap away obediently. At this point there was a long shot of the highway, empty except for the two cars and two women, one on her knees, her head moving almost imperceptibly. The sun was low in the sky and the sky turning a lovely shade of orange.

Next there was another shot from Officer Lane’s point of view as she looked down at Sophie feasting on her pussy. After a few minutes the officer came with a howl, holding Sophie’s head tight against her crotch; then she roughly pushed Sophie away, sending the half-naked girl sprawling onto the ground. After taking a moment to recover, the officer picked Sophie up like a ragdoll and dropped her face-down onto the hood of the car. Bending over, Officer Lane put one hand on each of Sophie’s knees, spread her wide, and began to devour her ripe young snatch.

The camera cut to an angle in front of Sophie so the viewers could see her face as it contorted in pleasure – pleasure that turned to shock as Officer Lane seized her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back. After dressing herself, the officer pulled Sophie’s T-shirt back down over her breasts and straightened her skirt, then maneuvered the handcuffed girl into the back of the police car.

Sophie protested. But you said –.”

I know what I said,” the officer responded as she slid behind the wheel. But you’re just too yummy to let go that easily.” She started the car and drove off; as the car disappeared the camera lingered on Sophie’s panties, abandoned on the ground next to her car, while the words To Be Continued” came up on the screen.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 25

The first shot was of Sophie, sleeping alone in a big bed. Then the camera cut to a view of outside the house, where two burglars were jimmying a window. They were wearing hoods but were clearly female, because they had on black, form-fitting catsuits like the one Catherine Zeta-Jones wore in Entrapment. After they had gotten the window open and crawled inside, the camera showed them prowling quietly through the house. The lighting was quite well done, letting you see everything that was happening while still conveying the impression that it was nighttime.

Spotting Sophie still asleep, one of the burglars gestured to the other and they crept into the bedroom. They took a quick look around the room and the next shot was of one burglar tying Sophie’s hands behind her back with a belt while the other gagged her with a pair of panties. Sophie came awake looking quite convincingly terrified, her eyes wide as she struggled fruitlessly against the belt.

Now what do we have here? said one burglar, looking down at the captive, who was wearing adorable pink pajamas that made her look even younger than she actually was.

I think this is a nice little bonus, is what this is, said her partner in crime, reaching down and sliding a gloved hand between Sophie’s thighs. You want to have some fun before we look for the jewelry?

She is a cutie pie, isn’t she?” said the first burglar. She ripped open Sophie’s top and began to fondle her tits, pinching her nipples then slapping each breast and watching it sway. The other continued to rub Sophie’s crotch through her pajamas.

She’s getting a little wet, this one informed her partner. To Sophie, she said, You kind of like this, don’t you, sweetheart? A bit of a hot little slut, are we?

Sophie just stared back at her, still scared, but with a hint of a different kind of excitement beginning to shine through. One burglar leaned down to suck and bite Sophie’s nipples as the other tore off her pajama bottoms and spread her legs. Oh, God, she said, looking down at Sophie’s luscious, pink, visibly wet pussy. We hit the jackpot. She penetrated Sophie with one gloved finger and the girl moaned helplessly through her gag.

The burglar who had been sucking Sophie’s tits stood up and slipped off her black pants, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubic hair. She looked down at Sophie, who continued to moan as the other burglar finger-fucked her. Now if I take this gag out, are you gonna make a pointless commotion, or are you gonna use your mouth for something good? She climbed onto the bed and straddled Sophie’s head, then reached down and pulled the panties out of her mouth. Sophie looked up at her hesitantly, but didn’t make a sound. The burglar pulled Sophie’s head up into her pussy. Good girl, she murmured.

The camera shot from behind the other burglar as she pulled off her hood, revealing a long black ponytail, and leaned down to lick Sophie. This was the shot for a long while, the black ponytail bobbing between Sophie’s legs as the blonde burglar ground her pussy onto Sophie’s face. Then there was a cut to a new scene. Sophie was alone on the bed again, naked on her stomach with her ass in the air. She had been blindfolded with her pajama bottoms, her hands were still bound behind her back, and now her ankles had been tied to the bedposts. The burglars were ransacking another room, neither of them wearing their hoods now. They were two very good-looking women, a blonde and a brunette, that no one watching the movie recognized except for Sophie and Janet. They were in fact professional porn actresses that Janet had hired. She had also hired a professional film crew to shoot the movie, and had spent quite a bit of money on it altogether.

Suddenly the black-haired burglar called out to the blonde. Hey, look what I found. She showed her partner a drawer that was filled to overflowing with sex toys: vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, and so on. The movie cut back to Sophie and lingered on her for a while as she struggled against her bonds without making any progress. Then the burglars came back into the room; each was now wearing a long strap-on, one black and one white.

The blonde walked around to Sophie’s face. Open your mouth, sweetheart, she ordered, and Sophie meekly complied. The blonde started fucking Sophie’s mouth, moving her hips to drive the dildo in and out. The brunette poised her strap-on between Sophie’s pussy lips and let the force of her partner’s thrust slowly impale the captive girl on her phallus. They fucked Sophie this way for a while, then switched sides, then switched back again. Finally the poor victim had a massive, screaming orgasm.

Now the blonde removed her strap-on and wriggled under Sophie, forcing Sophie’s head down into her cunt as the brunette continued to pound away from behind. The camera cut back and forth between a long shot showing all three women and a close-up of blindfolded Sophie hungrily licking away at the blonde’s pussy. Finally Sophie had her second orgasm and the blonde her first at the same time.

The last shots of the movie were of the burglars leaving the house with a bag of loot and then Sophie, still naked and bound, but asleep again with a happy smile on her face.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Slave Girls of Alpha Beta Delta, Chapter 24

Kristin and Jenny hadn’t had their chance to come during the massages, so when they got back to their room they had a long, leisurely 69 and then took another hot shower. It was warm in the room so they curled up in the nude for a little nap.

About a half-hour later there was a knock at the door. Kristin stood up to answer it; it was Elena, who smiled broadly at the sight of the naked blonde. “Sorry to disturb you,” she said. “Janet would like to see Jenny for a minute.”

“OK,” answered Jenny, yawning and reaching for some clothes.

“No need to get dressed,” said Elena. Jenny shrugged and followed Elena out of the room. She should be used to being naked in public by now, she thought – it certainly happened often enough – but she still felt a bit self-conscious walking through the house without a stitch of clothing on.

Elena led her down several hallways and through Janet’s bedroom – which was cavernous, dominated by a huge canopy bed – to her private bathroom, where she and Sophie were reclining in an enormous bathtub. A bottle of champagne and two glasses sat beside the tub. Seeing Jenny, Janet smiled and said “Why don’t you join us?”

There was just enough room for Jenny to squeeze in between Janet and Sophie. Janet put an arm around her and took sip of champagne. “Jenny, we’re really glad you could join us this weekend. Both Sophie and I have become very fond of you in this short time.”

“Well, thanks,” said Jenny shyly. “I like you guys too.” As they spoke Sophie had begun to fondle Jenny’s breasts, tugging on her nipples to make them hard.

“I’d like you to do me a favor tonight,” said Janet.

“Sure,” answered Jenny, as Sophie leaned down and started sucking on her nipples. “What is it?”

“Tonight is going to be movie night and I’d like you to be the candy girl.”

“What does that mean?”

“That means it’s your job to serve everyone candy, snacks, drinks, and...” – she paused so the double meaning of what she was about to say would not be missed – “whatever else it is they need.”

“I’d be happy to,” said Jenny, jumping a little as Sophie clamped her teeth down on one nipple.

“Thank you,” said Janet. “And be sure to pay extra-special attention to Diana. It’s her birthday today.”

“Wow!” Jenny exclaimed, only partly because Sophie’s index finger had found its way inside her. “That’s awesome.”

“Good, then,” said Janet. “Sophie will take you to the lingerie room and help you put together your outfit.”

* * *

Meanwhile, it had not escaped Elena’s attention that Kristin was naked and alone. After taking Jenny to Janet, she circled back to Kristin and Jenny’s room and slipped quietly inside.

Kristin was waiting, her legs spread, one finger poised provocatively between her pussy lips. Elena quickly shed her clothes and began licking her way up the blonde’s legs; Kristin arched her back and moaned.

Elena’s talented tongue brought Kristin very quickly to an orgasm that ripped through her like lightning. Feeling suddenly energized, she picked Elena up in her arms and more or less threw her down on the other single bed at the other side of the room. Kristin stood for a moment looking down, just appreciating the stunning beauty of the Latina’s naked body; then she climbed on top and they 69ed till they were both exhausted.

* * *

In an anteroom just off Janet Lee’s bedroom was the house’s security center, and after climbing out of the bathtub Janet took a seat and dialed up the camera in the lingerie room. Just as she did so Sophie and Jenny walked in, both wrapped in white towels.

Not for long, though; Sophie had been wanting to get Jenny alone all day, and the moment the door was closed behind her she whipped off Jenny’s towel and dropped to her knees. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, nuzzling between Jenny’s legs. Jenny, flattered and turned on, leaned back against a table and spread her legs slightly to allow Sophie better access.

Fortunately the camera gave Janet a very good angle to watch Sophie tonguing the younger girl. Jenny came hard, gripping the edges of the table, whereupon Sophie dropped her own towel to the floor and began digging through a box full of dildos and other toys. She pulled out an item that Jenny did not recognize; it turned out to be a dildo with a head strap that Sophie fastened on Jenny, so that she appeared to have an 8-inch penis protruding from her face.

This is getting good, thought Janet, and took a moment to lock the door so she wouldn’t be disturbed. When she returned, Sophie had taken Jenny’s place on the table and Jenny was on her knees. Sophie gripped the shaft of the dildo and slid the tip between her pussy lips, grunting with satisfaction. Ever considerate, Jenny began to fuck Sophie diligently, moving her head forward and back as Sophie met the thrusts with her hips.

Sophie and Janet came at about the same time, whereupon Janet realized that she had other things to do and switched off the monitor. Jenny and Sophie carried on in the same vein for an hour, and somehow found time in between to locate a very provocative dress for Jenny. It had a push-up bustier that made Jenny’s cleavage look luscious and was cut so short that a hint of her pubes peeked out from underneath.

To this outfit Sophie added white lace panties, long black-and-white-striped socks, and a pair of black fuck-me pumps, then finished it off with a length of black ribbon tied tightly around Jenny’s neck. When she was done, Jenny looked so delicious that it was all Sophie could do not to tear the clothes off her and have at it right then and there. Instead she slowly, carefully removed the dress and panties before burying her head in Jenny’s crotch.

* * *

The house was outfitted with a fairly elaborate home theater, complete with genuine theater seats and a gigantic projection screen. Janet, Diana, Juliet, and Kristin had already taken their seats and Sophie was fiddling with the computer attached to the projector when Jenny walked in carrying a tray loaded with chocolates and small bowls of ice cream. There was a collective intake of breath in the room at the sight of her; she was beyond sexy the way Sophie had put her together. Kristin thought she had never looked so hot, and reflected how lucky she was to be Jenny’s first and regular lover.

Setting the tray down, Jenny returned to the kitchen and returned a minute later with several bowls containing different flavors of gourmet popcorn that Elena had prepared. Then she took drink orders, made another trip to the kitchen to help Elena make the drinks, and carefully delivered the finished product to the theater.

Janet Lee raised her cosmo in the air to toast the assembled group. “Ladies, it’s wonderful to have you as our guests today. I hope you enjoy this latest edition of our home movies.”

At that, Sophie dimmed the lights and clicked the Play button. It was showtime.