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Peta – 2 – In Marylou’s Claws

Fiction , Anal , Bestiality , Bondage and restriction , Domination/submission , Humiliation , Lesbian , Rape , Reluctance , Sado-Masochism , Slavery , Teen Female/Teen Female , Toys , Written by women


Introduction:
Warning: All my writing is intended only for adults over 18 years old. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years old or older. Peta’s Tales contain extreme situations. If this is not your kind of wine, please pass on it. But if you like this particular varietal blend, enjoy as many glasses as you wish


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The following is the Second Chapter

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A special gift dedicated to O&O Saperyn.

Peta met Marylou as ordered by her Mistress Amy, absolutely submissive because she wanted to show Amy she’s worthy of her love- Peta is obsessed Mistress Amy would love her sometime in the near future, so she is willing to do anything, really anything she’s ordered, no matter how degrading or debased.

Marylou entered with an expensive suitcase, and she said to Peta.

“Good day Peta. I’m her under Mistress Amy’s orders. She told me to be honest to you, so I will be all the time today with you. Now, undress immediately”, said Marylou.

Peta obeyed as fast as she could and soon, she was naked before Marylou, covering her pussy with a hand and her breasts with one arm.

Marylou looks at her mischievously, really enjoying her first act of absolute power over Peta. She came near Peta and began very slowly to strip off her clothes. Sara had her eyes glued to Marylou’s body as expected.

Marylou was the youngest beauty in the office. 18 or 19 years old she was skinny, delicate in a sense and looked younger her age. A very delectable, specialized girl pastry only available for the finest and most perverted lesbian palates. Peta have never seen a beauty like Marylou’s and her eyes were absolutely mesmerized.

If Peta had known, Marylou resembled physically in body and face the Colombian teen ‘Heidy Model’ or ‘Heidi Pino’, a soft porn starlet and the porn starlet Zoey Kush was really closer but still a bit away. But Marylou went very far ahead of her digital twins because she had more beauty evidently, more depraved lesbian experiences with older women long time ago, so she had a stronger character by these earlier perverted trysts and knew quite well her own value in the market of dominant women and submissive teens.

She got near Peta, almost touching each other bodies, each other skins. But a high electric current of heat connected the teen and Peta.

“I’ll be quite clear with you now Peta", said Marylou. “Whatever I’ll do to you or your body, you can’t touch me without mi permission. Is that clear Peta?”

“Yessss”, Peta said stammering.

“Now, put your arms up as if chained. You must grow get used to it”, said Marylou still with a sensual voice.

As Peta did as order, Marylou began a sensual dance, smearing her body, her skin over Peta’s for a few minutes. Peta was freaking out. Suddenly, Marylou turned her back to Peta and fit exactly her buttocks over Peta’s pelvis and camel toe and began gyrating and rubbing that sensual ass all over Peta’s hips. The lust heat increased immediately. Their skins touched totally, and Peta began to felt the torture of her sexual desire for Marylou and the burning shame of not have been allowed to touch her in anyway. Sadistically, Marylou turned again and now, face to face, scrubbed her whole body, breasts, belly and legs against Peta’s.

“Do you desire me, Peta dear?”, said Marylou. “Do you wish to touch me? Do you wish to fuck me, or rather do you wish me to fuck you?” Come on, be sincere”.

Suddenly, Marylou kissed Peta with all her force and invaded her mouth with her tongue. Peta couldn’t resist anymore. Her mind saying to fear Marylou but her body craved to become the carpet where she could clean all her perversions- Her legs and body began trembling and Marylou sensed immediately Peta was totally in her hands, ready to do whatever she wished.

“Now hear me Peta”, murmured Marylou. “This is the last time I’ll call you by your name when we’re alone or with Mistress Amy and our still small lesbian lodge of women and young girls. From now on, for me you’re BITCH, my bitch, the Bitch. Maybe Mistress Amy will give you others, but for me from this second on you’re only Bitch. Why? I know why, bitch, and that’s enough for you to know, bitch. Understood, bitch?”

“Yes Marylou”, was the answer.

“Who do you love, bitch?”

“I wishhh to to to be loved byyyy Mistress Amy”, said Peta babbling as a teen girl with a deep crush for her beautiful high school female Language teacher and caught daydreaming while flirting with her.

Suddenly angry, Marylou twisted viciously Sara’s nipples and she yelled.

“Listen to me bitch. I won’t repeat this ever. Understood bitch? Do you know what a secretary is? She’s the Keeper of Secrets of her boss. Fucking bitch, try to put this into your fucking stupid head. I AM Amy’s Secretary, the One and Only she’ll ever have, you fucking bitch! I have worked a lot for it. I’m her best submissive, she desires me even stronger than you do! And you’re the first to know, bitch… I’m so Deep in her heart and mind that we play a lot and now she’s my mommy and I’m her only daughter, and no one is and never will!”, said Marylou.

The tone and intensity of Pëta’s debasement increased.

“I know her deepest secrets, all her hidden lesbian lovers high and low, from innocent schoolgirls that taste her whip to occasional homeless whores that are tortured to conservative hypocrites housewives that surrender, all of them, to her insatiable pussy!”

“And now you come here, you fucking bitch... and you pretend to have Amy’s love with your puny, pathetic submission?”, cried Marylou.

“So, I warn you for the first and only time, bitch”, said Marylou with the coldest voice Peta had heard in her entire life. “Don’t you dare ever to interfere between Amy and I. If you do, your future is two meters below the sands of The Pinnacles where no one will find your pathetic remains in eons. Don’t blame me, not my idea. Have you ever heard of mexican hitmen, paid killers or sicarios. Same shit, bitch”.

Peta felt deeply Marylou’s threat and for the first time in her entire life was afraid to die really. For the first time she’d found a sadistic girl who couldn’t care less for a slave. Peta´s was on the verge of tears.

“So now back to business, bitch”. Marylou took two thin but scratchy threads. She took one of Peta’s nipples and began winding the thread around the nipple as if strangling it. The took the other nipple and put the other thread around it.

“As you can feel, bitch, the threads around your nipples do not cut them. They just strangle them a bit. Blood is not cut so they won’t become purple. But the threads are scratchy, and you’ll feel discomfort and annoyance in your bitchy tits”, said Marylou with a sarcastic smile being born in her mouth.

Then she found a bra. All the entire exterior was covered with metal staples that, as they passed through the fabric of the bra, had their tips bent inside. They were not Sharp studs or needles, but the entire interior surface was rough.

While Marylou began to put the bra on Peta, she thought out loud: “I don´t know but I soon will what’s happening to our small lesbian lodge. A year ago, you´d wear a bra with needles, but no, not now, not anymore. Your beloved Mistress Amy is becoming softer… maybe is the influence of the Great Lesbian Lodge out there she’s trying to federate with. They say this Great Lesbian Lodge has international contacts and generates a lot of power and money, especially power indeed. So, we’re becoming a mushy and fluffy lodge ourselves”.

“But sorry bitch, maybe I can’t punish your nipples as they should be, or plainly cut them off, because I’m prohibited”, Marylou laughed. “So, you’re lucky, bitch. However, I managed to hurt you somehow and your beautiful tits. The bra is one size smaller than the one you wear daily, so the staples not only will be over your tits but pressed against them… specially against your tied nipples., Yes, maybe by and hour or hour and a half the staples and the threads will be annoying and make you feel discomfort”.

Marylou fastened the bra and Peta felt her breasts slightly compressed. Yes, the physical feeling was annoying and disturbing also.

Marylou signaled a special cloth near Peta. “Now put on that jumper, that cashmere turtleneck sweater. Yes, I know bitch, this is summer, and we got 32 centigrade in the streets. Just put in on you fucking slave bitch!”.

Finally, Peta was dressed as Marylou wanted. The weird fetish bra, the cashmere sweater, and wool pants with closed shoes. And, of course, Peta began to sweat.

Marylou admired the result of her work. “I must say bitch you look beautiful! I just can’t believe it!”- Marylou got near and slowly offered her lips to be kissed by Peta… offering but not touching… it had to be Peta’s initiative.

Peta felt her contradictory turmoil in her soul and body. One part wanted to run away and reject Marylou but the other cried for a tender Kiss from the most attractive teen she’s seen in her life… and her lips were only millimeters away exposing sensually to her. Peta surrender and kissed Marylou innocently.

After a few seconds of tender kissing, Marylou grabbed Peta’s breasts and squeezed them viciously like a tigress cutting the throat of a cute gazelle. Peta didn’t yell even, just a sob came out of her and Marylou got it all with Peta’s breath feeling it inside her own mouth.

Marylou kept playing sadistically with Peta´s breasts, her hands acting over the bra transforming it in a sandpaper that was polishing roughly Peta’s nipples, areolas, and breasts. More than the pain, Peta resented her debasement, her deep humiliation from a tender false kiss against her trust and the rough treatment of her breasts as wood sanded mercilessly.

“Oh, my poor, poor bitch”, said Marylou solemnly. “Now, wake up. We go now to the office. You’ll work as usual. Now, move, move, move”.

It was one of the longest days in Peta’s life. The annoying sensation on her breasts soon became a constant torture, where the main component was her impossibility to stop it: a dull, no severe pain, always present until it became maddening. Her breasts were swollen, reddened, highly sensitive to every movement. All focused in her nipples that were a bit strangled, feeling the blood pulsating with each heartbeat, erect all the time but an edge of a razor always against them.

Yes, it was painful… but the message and the torment was that of permanent humiliation, of public debasement if only known by a few girls in the office plus Marylou and Mistress Amy. But Peta didn’t know who knew and who didn´t.

But somehow that day things changed. Men stopped mocking her and women stopped giggling. As Marylou promised, all jokes, open humiliations and the girls gossip really ended abruptly. Instead, a new narrative was spread secretly by the six lodge girls: Peta had a strong muscled boyfriend, attractive, who’d punch men if he knew she was mocked. The girls were convinced Peta isolated herself from them because she was devoted to him. The lodge fulfilled its promise, so Peta had to pay and be enslaved.

By the end of the day, Peta was exhausted. Her breasts felt like mincemeat and extremely sensitive to any movement. Nevertheless, Peta played her part trying to smile, to work as usual. But she kept alert eyeing the girls trying to guess who the six lesbians inside Mistress Amy lodge were. Finally, Marylou approached her at the end of the day.

“Hear bitch, Mistress Amy wants to see you before you go home”, murmured Marylou. “I’ll tell you when to go inside her office”.

Fifteen minutes later and no one in the office except the three women, Peta went to see her Mistress Amy.

“Well, well, it’s our newest lesbian slut, the beloved Peta girl”, greeted Amy. “A birdie told me today was a special day for you”.

Mii, mmiii, mmmistress Amy, yes, yes, I obeyed you as Marylou told me”.

“I’m so glad you did it, slut”, said Mistress Amy getting near Peta and suddenly grabbing her breasts as if to feel how well imprisoned they were in the bra. She felt immediately the staples and clenched and squeezed Peta’s breast. “Wow, they’re really swollen, whore. Your tits grow by inflammation but your bra no, poor thing. This fact must be painful at this hour”.

Peta’s body twisted at Amy’s squeezing. “Good girl, Good slave girl”, said Mistress Amy smiling. “You won your dog kibble today, bitch Peta. So your presence is required later at my home. You’ll be my slave maid and, of course, Marylou’s”.

“Anything you want, Mistress Amy”, cut Marylou. “I’ll bring her home and provide her maid uniform”.

“By the way Peta slut, the girls enjoyed a lot seeing your debasement. They’re anxious to play freely with their new doll… Just try not to be broken soon”, Said Mistress Amy. “Ah, slave Peta, don’t take off your bra while you serve us tonight. I want to see how your tits are before I go to sleep”.

Peta didn’t know what to say. She was happy and joyful Mistress Amy showed interest in her degradation, in her breasts’ torment and her full submission to the previous orders. She was invited to her house tonight! Peta recovered a bit of hope her submissiveness could gain her Mistress Amy’s love or, at least, her affection. But Peta had no doubts: she wanted to be Amy’s whore.

But on the other hand, Peta was fearful. Marylou came to her and with a voice cold as a razor Blade, tight as a torniquet, dry as a funeral drum, said: “Beware bitch, how you behave! I’ll drop you at the door, first door al left will de open. Dress yourself with the maid uniform and put on yourself the accessories: gag ball and shoes. And never, never speak unless you’re ordered to. Now, let’s go!.

When Peta arrived at the room in the hotel suite when she meets first Mistress Amy she found a black leather maid uniform with White apron and coping, she dressed meticulously until, with a sigh, she put on brand new black and very high heeled shoes and, as the last symbol of her submission Peta put on very slowly a new phosphorescent purple gag ball. She looked at the room mirror and saw a new submissive Peta descending fast to the hell of lesbian BDSM roleplay and with the touch of the vulgar and whorish purple gag ball.

Then she came out and walked to the suite’s living room where she saw Mistress Amy dressed as a relaxed housewife, far from her normal boss office outfit. She came to Peta smiling, this time very normal, friendly, not mischievously.

“Well, Peta, you look like an awesome very exclusive maid! said Amy. “Now, wherever I go, whom I’m with, whatever we do, you must be at hand and always at sight to offer us refreshments, a Little food and do whatever is ordered to you”.

Mistress Amy put her arms on Peta’s shoulders. “You look lovely as maid. I’ll use you more as one if you service us well tonight. Even if your tits are, ok?”

Mistress Amy grabbed Peta’s breasts and squeezed just a bit, but they were so hurt by the staples used as sandpaper Peta jumped and left out a moan through the gag ball.

“Well, well, good girl. You´re wearing the special bra as I ordered you. A compliment to you is due, slut maid”, said Mistress Amy.

Her body rubbed against Peta's and Mistress Amy pulled down a bit the gag ball, so she began to Kiss Peta in a long very sensual Kiss. There was more lesbian attraction now than before, more like lovers than mistress and slave. Peta relaxed a bit because she noticed Amy was really craving and enjoying the kiss as a kiss.

“Mommy? Mommy?”

Amy’s body tensed immediately. A teen voice was heard, so sexually enticing, alluring, so innocent and as the same time as bewitching as a siren. The voice was full of promise of dark passages after the curtain of a girl’s naive and harmless tone. Peta couldn’t resist the sounds and turned her head to see the source of the enchanting voice.

A tender schoolgirl was there.

Peta’s road to unnumbered tears began at the floor where she saw the classic black polished leather schoolgirl shoes, then, instead of the White ankle socks, she saw the school reglementary teen girl stockings at 40 dernier minimum. She saw a dark navy skirt, White shirt with the school crest, a girl day wear dark navy jacket and a scarf also the same color with the school crest. And crowning all as the Port Modern School Queen Marylou’s shining Face.

“Mommy?”

Marylou looked so Young, well back her own age. The uniform, adequate make up and hairdo transformed her now in the wet dream… no… the Goddess of any lesbian teacher on Earth. She wasn’t a dream come true on Earth but the sublimation or any lesbian who found Heaven suddenly.

The breaking point was the skirt: it went mischievously above the stockings end and a wink below hiding the girl’s panties. There was a hole horizon of silken tender teen White skin promising Paradise down the stockings and up to the unseen pussy treasure. So Young, so tender, so lesbian maddening.

“Mommy?”

Amy went running to meet her. “Yes dear, I’m here for you. What do you want, my lovely daughter?”

The world exploded inside Peta.

“So, this was an incest roleplay between Mommy and daughter!”, thought Peta surprised. “What will happen now?”

What Peta ignored and Amy had only a vague idea was the history behind Marylou’s schoolgirl uniform. She used the original one in an unforgettable English class. The teacher was a very attractive woman in her early 40s and Marylou developed a lesbian crash for her. She flirted with her teacher always walking in the razor’s Edge of being discovered. She seated suddenly in the front row and began wearing a dental thong instead of a panty, and every discreet chance she had she showed it to her teacher’s eyes.

Being cheeky and bold, one day Marylou went to school with a naked pussy, and in the middle of class she showed her naked pussy to her teacher, crossing very slowly her legs do her naked pussy was clearly exposed for a few seconds.

The dam broke instantly. Seeing each other eyes, the teacher slowly crossed her legs exposing their beauty to Marylou’s sight. At class end, the teacher asked her to remain a few moments. She slipped a note with her address and just said:

“The extracurricular classes you ask for begin this Friday afternoon… between 2 and 3 hours, so be sure nothing goes between this appointment and you. Understood Marylou?”

“Understood”. With her heart Racing like a race car, Marylou went out.

The week seemed endless until the Friday came. Marylou thought if she had to dress specially for this date and decided it was better to go with the same uniform and books as if she went to class.

That Friday Marylou lost her real innocence and began to learn frantically the Art of Lesbian Love. Her teacher was well versed in it. Marylou learned the Sappho poems in Good English translations as well as sucking and Licking pussy. She learned passion when a woman’s fingers caressed her. She had her firsts lesbian kisses and, being a natural, Marylou crossed her legs over the back of her teacher pushing her hips against her own body feeling the lesbian heat burning her body.

Her virginity was lost the next days when she discovered that woman’s fingers can be tender and artful as playing an harp in one marvelous lesbian concert.

But Marylou was a cheeky, bold, adventurous, ambitious girl. Just a few weeks gone, when she thought she has learned all that was possible from her teacher, after assuring her she’d always meet her afterwards, she expressed her desire to scale up the lesbian power ladder.

Her teacher agreed and based in the community gossip, she told her the way up through lesbians in higher places: the school principal, the zone inspector, the State Vice minister.

With the power map drawn in her head, Marylou studied the preys as in a hunting. She knew that her school uniform, young innocent looks and a higher and an ever-increasing lesbian submission as she climbed the lesbian power ranks were the right tools.

In just six months she was at the State Vice minister office kneeling in front of here, wearing her first slave collar sucking and licking pussy as the (fallen) angel all girls and women she had meet said she was.

Then she learned about the small lesbian lodge presided by a wealthy woman: Mistress Amy. The Vice minister also spoke of a lesbian judge. The rest, young slave girls but no one, and she meant it, no one like Marylou. So, in the end she met Mistress Amy who made a daughter of her and became her Mommy.

But how Marylou, being so submissive with powerful women became such an accomplished sadistic teen Mistress herself?

As she scaled up the lesbian power Ladder, she went like a shark eating ***********ed schoolgirls of her own age o a bit less. Maliciously, she didn’t hunt the obviously beautiful girls. No, she ***********ed four normal girls, lovely but not above average. All of them despised and in the social fringe, meticulously in the closet: geek, nerd, library mouse and a chubby girl.

This underground lesbian net wasn’t connected. It was isolated and at Marylou’s command. Each girl wouldn’t believe her luck. For each of them (except the chubby one), all this was a kind of a lesbian Goddess visitation: they were chosen without any single trait to attract the attention of such a female angel. After so many humiliations, snubbing, their submissiveness had real value finally. They could be now insulted, spit, debased… because they were finally touched while having sex by an awesome teen girl everyone desired at school.

Except the chubby one. She felt Marylou differently, she treated Marylou diversely. And Marylou sensed it. Maybe this particular story will be told afterward. Let’s say only now that Marylou gave this chubby girl, named Monica, this one and only prerogative: Monica was the only girl who could call her “Marie Louise”.

So, when Marylou called her Mommy everything was possible.

When Mistress Amy got near, Marylou threw herself to the floor and began to kiss her Mistress’ shoes. “Mommy, I went to see Mistress Judge Vanessa as she asked you. She was so fully pleased with your special schoolgirl daughter, that she promised to enroll her two new law girl interns to your Lodge Mommy!” and keep kissing the shoes.

Mistress Amy took Marylou by her hair to make her stand up. “Wonderful news. You are a good, obedient girl, my beautiful pervert daughter! Now you deserve favor. Ask one thing just for tonight”.

Marylou began to jump and dance, so immensely happy, so smiling, so teen, celebrating an unexpected gift. “Anything Mommy? OMG! I know, I know, I already know. I want a Full Red Lipstick Time with you with a Climax of Lipstick Strapon Power! And, please Mommy, please, please, I beg you! -Marylou knelt before Mistress Amy- I want this Bitch Maid to see us all the time. I want her to become an impotent helpless lesbian voyeur… And maybe, just maybe, this dumb bitch will learn something worth after seeing us. Please Mommy, please!”

Mistress Amy smiled at her daughter. “Wow Marylou, you ask a lot! But well, I guess you are a good submissive girl, so you deserve it. Ok, let’s do it the way you wish!”

“Yes Mommyyyyyyyyyyy”, said Marylou as she took from her pockets four new Hermes Rouge lipsticks, as bright and luminous as possible. She knew she’d get her wish, so she got in advance four pieces of expensive red lipstick, bought right before this tryst.

Mistress Amy and Marylou put on the red lipstick over their lips lavishly, overabundant, overflowing. Then they went to bed while Marylou firmly grabbed Peta by the hair and made her kneel before the bed.

“Now watch well bitch maid”, said Marylou. “Maybe you’ll learn something worth like what lesbian kissing is all about, bitch”.

Marylou began kissing slowly Mistress Amy. Peta could see Mistress Amy gaining heat until suddenly she began to Kiss hard Marylou. The teen pulled Peta hair strongly making her face to come nearer to their faces.

“Watch bitch and don´t speak”, said Marylou.

Then she answered Mistress Amy with full force. The tongues came and went in, one sucking the other tongue for a while and then stinking their mouths like glued, as Peta could see the tongues dancing furiously inside, sometimes protruding through their cheeks.

The red lipstick began to be smeared over their lips and mouth making stains and coloring their faces in red. Both stopped and applied again the red lipstick abundantly. A new gross layer was in position. Both began to strip off their clothes until Mistress Amy was fully naked and Marylou kept her schoolgirl skirt rolled up on the belly showing fully the school stockings.

While Marylou had Peta’s hair grabbed, she moved Peta’s head so her eyes where always only centimeters away from the lovers mouths, so she couldn’t escape seeing the heavy kisses and part of their bodies. Meanwhile Mistress Amy began a very dirty groping of Marylou’s body, specially her legs, grabbing them as meat to be devoured, more impure and grubby and nasty caresses as Amy got wild.

But Marylou knew Amy and began to behave as a submissive slut, offering her flesh to be defiled as kisses began again. The smearing of the red lipstick grew more over their faces painting them more and more… nose, part of cheeks.

“Oh, Mommy, mommy, kiss me, Kiss me more!”, whimper Marylou.

The slurps, noises, spit drooling began to overflow their mouths painting both more and more.

“Do you love your daughter, Mommy¨? Do you love me?” asked Marylou.

“Yes, my awesome beautiful slut daughter. You’re Mommy’s perverted dream”, answered Mistress Amy.

Now Peta was crying silently. She felt Marylou’s bitter punishment and her own humiliation and debasement. Not only she was forced to see them Kiss hungrily, she was witnessing the dirty perversion of Mistress Amy defiling Marylou’s schoolgirl flesh but, worst of all, seeing the teen offering herself to deeper and deeper dark depravities going always one step before Amy.

Peta wanted to rebel in that moment, to send them both to hell and her job never to meet them again in her life. Amy probably wouldn’t love her or Marylou would stop it.

Instead, she was confused because she felt their sexual heat and was getting wet in her pussy. After so many days of not coming because Mistress Amy forbade it, Peta herself was burning. And knowing that her own submissiveness allowed no more than fully seeing them Kiss and probably fuck without touching, Peta surrendered slowly, tears running down her face as she realized she’d be probably only lesbian slave meat, a broken doll nobody cares of. And, deep inside the masochistic pleasure of accepted fate.

“If you love me Mommy, let me worship the symbol of your absolute power over me. Let me Kiss and mark it with my red lipstick, please Mommy, let me do it again. It’s been sooo longggg!”, said Marylou.

Mistress Amy stood up and opened the bedside table. She took up a strapon, not so large but thick, very white and shining: it looked Brand new. After Amy fixed it on her hips, Marylou knelt before her and again applied a generous layer of expensive Hermes Red Lipstick over her lips, if possible heavier than those before. Her lips, even surrounded now by red, looked like bright blood, never so luminous a red.

She opened her mouth completely and she gobbled the strapon up, closed her lips and left printed the first red mark near the root. Then, swallowing les, she left the next mark and so on until she reached the mushroom tip which she kissed in adoration painting it wholly red with her lipstick on her lips.

Mistress Amy couldn´t believe her eyes and luck. Marylou’s perversions always surprised her… And as she thought that Marylou’s increased the pace and began swallowing the strapon from the root to the mushroom tip in single movements, in out in out of her mouth so the Hermes Red Lipstick cover it all turning brilliant red.

When the strapon was fully red, Marylou said: “Now, please Mommy, make me yours. Turn your schoolgirl daughter into a broken puppet, break me in two, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, pleaseeeee Mommyyyyyyy”.

As Mistress Amy laid on bed, Marylou stood up, grabbed again Peta by the hair and said: “Now come, bitch maid. Be our witness, enjoy your voyeur fetish and be corrupted, fucking bitch!”

“Mommy, before you go inside me, please, let me Kiss you, let me worship your body, please”, said Marylou.

Before Mistress Amy answered yes or no, Marylou put on another fresh layer of Hermes Red Lipstick on her mouth and slowly marked Amy’s body with Red Lips: the areolas of her breasts, parts of her breasts, her neck, her back… each buttock was left with red lips printed on them. Each Kiss left perfect lips over Amy’s body. Finally, Marylou went to her Mommy Amy belly. She applied a new layer of lipstick and kissed her pussy putting the strapon aside a bit enough to Paint Amy’s clit and lips as she wished.

Peta felt something was very wrong in all these movements. Her emotions told her that, from this tryst beginning something was misguided. And suddenly, like lightning, she knew.

Who was branding who? Which girl was marking possession of the other? Who was really guiding -commanding- what was done and what wasn’t? And she knew for certain that domination and submission are relative. She felt all the actions were detonated by Marylou. She pleaded submissively but Mistress Amy in the end did all as Marylou wanted. Through total submission, Marylou manipulated Amy and was the real dominatrix!!!

According to Peta’s discovery, Mistress Amy put Marylou in missionary and entered her with the red strapon. Both pussies and the strapon were intensely bright red… and Marylou were the only one who spoke.

Grabbing again Peta by the hair and forcing her to see it all, she began moaning… whimpering… whining… “Oh Mommy, yes, fuck me, yes, please go Deep, please Mommyyyy, break me… you’re the only one who really fills me… Deeper, deeper mommyyyyy!!!

And in a moment when Mistress Amy kissed her neck, Marylou turned and looked directly into Peta’s eyes and mouthed slowly, silently… “BITCH”, so Peta felt with the clarity of dream all this tryst between she and Amy was designed to debased her, to humiliated her profoundly as if Peta was thrown into the deepest and darkest bottom of a well. Do Marylou hate Peta that horrible much, thought the degraded slave girl?

Meanwhile Mistress Amy was fucking Marylou senselessly, like an animal without consciousness, absolutely possessed by her own lust. She was fucking the most beautiful girl she knew, and she just wanted to use Marylou as a shoe carpet and left her unconscious. She just grunted while she used the strapon to impact the teen schoolgirl, her daughter.

But Marylou was Marylou as Peta could see now clearly.

Marylou received the strapon physical punishment and embraced Mistress Amy with all her force. She began to Kiss Amy wildly and the Hermes Red Lipstick almost covered all her face.

“Kiss me Mommy, kiss me while you fuck me. My face is covered by your lipstick. I’m now your clown, your foolish clown daughter. You made me your clown doll tonight, your broken clown puppet, your miserable lesbian Clown with the Red Smile. I’m yours mommyyyyy, I’m yourssssss”, said Marylou.

Mistress Amy, maddened by her lust, increased the pace savagely. But Marylou threw his last ace against her. She crossed her perfect legs over the back and hips of Mistress Amy and clinched her. With her heels she gripped Amy and began pushing the Mistress body against her own like a pair of spurs that punish the mare.

The grunts, moans, whimpering and whining of the two women became indistinguishable. Both came at the same time in a lump, a mass of meat ruled by irrepressible lust. Peta saw the end of it all completely amazed as if this sex were the only possible.

Minutes went by until Marylou and Mistress Amy rested after her insane fucking. Peta said nothing and waited.

Mistress Amy called her to her side. “Now Peta slave, have you learned something worth? Good girl, you just saw us and spoke nothing as ordered. Good girl, come on, let me kiss you”.

And before anything could happen, Mistress Amy gave Peta a long lustful kiss. Peta’s heart was in turmoil. She liked her obedience was recognized, her submission was liked by Amy. She tried to smile when…

“Mommy dearest. Can I have a final wish? I know this bitch maid is your full property but… Can you lend me your bitch maid for a full afternoon as my slave? Please Mommyyyyyyyy. Have I not been your beloved daughter now? Have you not enjoyed my teen body, Mommyyyyyyy?”, said Marylou in her most persuasive voice.

Peta panicked. She wanted to scream “No, Mistress Amy. Don’t give me to Marylou. I’m afraid, I’m afraid”, but couldn´t summon a single word.

Mistress Amy doubted first. “Marylou, we expect any moment the message from the Greater Lodge, the one with international ties and we don’t know what they want in exchange to enroll us in the federation. It can be any moment and you were too interested to know new girls and women”.

“Oh, come on Mommy. Didn’t you enjoy our Red Kissing tryst? Is your beloved daughter not good enough for a final wish? Mommyyyyyy, she’s just a bitch maid born for our fun. Come on, please Mommyyyyy?”, said Marylou whimpering as a impatient spoiled brat this time.

“Well, Ok, you can have her for an afternoon”, said Mistress Amy and stood up to go to bathe, not caring anymore for Peta.

Peta’s body began to tremble in animal fear. She felt her danger, she felt terror, she felt her doom getting nearby.

Marylou approached her. Put some Hermes Red Lipstick on her mouth and kissed Peta. “Yes bitch, we’ll be alone for first time. So, tremble if you wish… maybe you’re wrong… or maybe you’re right, bitch”, she said, turning her back and going also to bathe with Amy.

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Two days after in Marylou’s place, a house with garden, Peta was expecting the teen Mistress. She was absolutely naked in the room designed. A big room, full of sunlight and just with a beautiful glass table table and a big strange stainless steel padded bench, very modern and with ultrastylish design, probably done by custom order and private purchase, and a modern framed mirror.

Marylou entered the room with a medium size designer brand bag. She was dressed as a summer teen on vacation: the dress light, white flowers stamped over a light red back. Simple but stylish: your beautiful teen next door. She was really happy.

“Well bitch, welcome. I thought you’d run away from this afternoon”, said Marylou. “OK, let’s begin, bitch. Lie face down on the bench”.

Peta looked inside Marylou’s eyes and couldn’t detect danger yet. She obeyed. Then Marylou took from her bag four pairs of handcuffs and tied each hand, each foot to the designed bench steel bars. Clicked all without too much pressure but Peta wouldn’t be able to move too much; still, she was still comfortable. She was in fours and she put her head over the high point of the bench looking to the mirror, her feet on the lowest and her hips, pussy and buttocks were at the air but her belly was solidly on the bench.

After she finished to tie Peta firmly, Marylou approached her face and, as she were talking with her bestie planning the afternoon stroll to find kids (or girls, surely), she said nonchalant to Peta: “I saw you bitch. I saw you looking how Amy fucked me with a strapon. I knew then a strapon, just one strapon, won´t make now a deep dent in your humiliation and body. It still won’t mold you soon as the broken ragged slave doll I want to make of you”.

Marylou looked into Peta’s eyes and began to caress her face and hair tenderly. “So, bitch, since we met I thought long what could mold you fast and deep into a brainless sexy slave bitch. I guess I found your answer”.

Peta began to slightly tremble. She saw coming Marylou finally.

Marylou said so sweetly, so lovingly: “A hammer”.

Peta didn’t understand.

“So if strapons aren’t enough to mold you, at least for now this afternoon, maybe a hammer would do the task”, said Marylou. “It’ll be a special surprise for you”. She proceeded to blindfold Peta, who couldn’t see a thing but blackness, the absence of color of deep terror.

Peta heard Marylou go away and after a few minutes she came back. She heard also strange noises.

Suddenly, Peta felt a great weight over her back as Marylou ripped off the blindfold. Peta saw a giant dog face and snout and felt a fur over her… it was not a furry one.

“Wake up bitch. Meet Hammer, your raper, jajajajajaja”, Peta hear Marylou, as cold as an ice in her heart. “Meet our Great Dane, especially breed to be as BLACK as possible, as your darkest nightmares, you fucking dumb bitch! That’s the reason I told you your name would be Bitch, The Bitch, bitch, and I knew why. Hammer is the reason: You’ll be now His Bitch, jajajajajajaja!”

Hammer’s claws began to rip the skin of Peta’s shoulders but what give horror to her heart was the strange, strong, large baton she felt between her inner thighs. And, near her she heard the dog’s intense breath and, in the neck, falling all around, his spit.

All Peta’s body contracted in fear and terror.

“Oh, the bitch is afraid of her Master Hammer, how sweet!”, said cheerfully Marylou. “But bitch, he’s just beginning!”

Then Marylou kneeled beside Peta’s hips. With one hand she opened the crack between Peta’s ass and, with the other, put the dog’s penis in place… but not in her pussy entrance, no… in Peta’s asshole entry.

“Nooooooooooo, pleaseeeeeeee, don’t let him, don’t, I berg you. I’ll do anything you order me Mistress Marylou, but don’t let a dog fuck me in my ass! Pleaseeeeeeeee!”, yelled and cried Peta.

“But bitch, this is precisely what I want you to do right now: be fucked by Hammer in your tight ass!”, answered Marylou, so joyful, so fresh, so young a voice.

Hammer pushed frenetically and the tip of his dick, guided by Marylou, collided brutally with the last muscle barrier of Peta’s asshole and, with the next push the Dog entered the forbidden guts.

“Arrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, howled Peta as the dog penis entered her like a burning dagger cutting her in two as never anything in her life. The dog sensed the broken asshole last barrier and, with a maddening frenetic fast pace he pushed and pushed until all his baton was inside of her human bitch.

Peta’s asshole and guts were not the first enjoyed by Hammer, so realistic name for Him. Several have been broken by him, but Peta’s was the tightest he have felt until now and the dog went crazy as never before. His claws went now a little lower, so the eight nails, four with each claw, cut the inner thighs of Peta, as if she was whipped with those nails.

“Here, bitchy, bitchy, how does it feels to be fucked by a Big Bad Dog, bitch?”, said Marylouy in a voice tone as she were giving the dearest gift for a beloved girlfriend. “How’s your self esteem? Have you ever tasted or lived such a perverted humiliation as this? Ain’t you degraded so low before, bitch? Don’t you enjoy your degradation? Come on, bitch. You should thank me for no one, not even wishy washy Amy, can humiliate you as deep as I can, bitch”.

Then Peta sensed something unexpected. She opened her eyes as wide as possible.

“Oh, bitch, jajajajaja!, said Marylou, really enjoying the moment. “I bet you’re feeling Hammer’s dick bulbus grow inside you. Well, ain’t that a Big Surprise bitch? You won’t feel anything like that in your pathetic meaningless life!”

It was true. Peta have not felt the equal in her life. The bulb wasn’t something inflated containing air. It was muscle and harder. And, of course, Peta felt ashamed of being submitted to this new sadistic sexual trait because Marylou knew perfectly what’d happen. She was fully enjoying Peta’s surprise and anxiety before the unknown.

Meanwhile, the great dane Hammer was just that: a killer hammer. With and incredible fast pace, the dog was molding Peta’s body but, above all, her feelings. The deeper Hammer entered her entrails, Peta felt more and more debased, humiliated and ashamed.

“How I came to this?”, thought Peta. “I was just a lesbian girl who liked to look at young girls, at their beauty… enjoying a face here, some wonderful legs there, feet beyond, awesome hands with harmonious fingers and delicate nails. I loved to be bewitched by a girl kissable lips and now, just look at me. How I came to this?”.

Marylou, with a sixth sense, seems to hear Peta. But she didn’t say anything. Silently, she moved one hand to Peta’s belly, that was beaten by Hammer’s big dog dick. The belly was so kicked by it that a bulge was clearly seen almost breaking the surface ok Peta’s belly skin from the inside.

Then Marylou, looking where the dog’s dick surfaced, calculated where the bulb was and pushed the palm of her hand against it. Peta reacted by looking straight to Marylou and the teen only smiled. Then, Marylou pushed the palm of her hand even more toward Hammer’s penis and pressed it harder against it and the penetration rhythm.b The dog went madder against this bitch body and Marylou pressed now openly.

Peta felt horrible and sickened almost to the verge of puking. Even naïve Peta understood: Marylou was masturbating Hammer and she was just the glove, flesh and blood glove, ass and guts glove, the “bitch” mitten to do it. A debased tool for the dog’s pleasure and nothing more for Marylou’ sadistic games with her.

Peta felt completely lost, alone, corrupted beyond anything she could imagine. In very brief time she’d fallen from a girl that teased shoe and clothes salesgirls to just a depraved puppet used by lesbian dominatrix and their trained pets… like Hammer. When she accepted to be a submissive lesbian slave she never imagined or felt it’d be anything like this.

She’d liked to suck and lick heeled shoes, even to be a lesbian maid turned impotent voyeur of the twisted Mommy – Daughter games between her beloved Mistress Amy and this dark fallen angel Marylou.

But she never thought she’d be tied as a fuck bitch or fuck sow to be the velvet flesh masturbation doll for a great dane dog and be profoundly used by a sadist teen like Marylou.

Yeessssssssss, it was all devised to make her a broken doll, a worthless submissive slave… and finally a pathetic fake bitch. Yes, Peta thought crying finally, “I’m not human anymore. Just a nothingness for anyone else lust to use”.

And, exactly then, when she felt herself as the lowest of girls, the great dane exploded in the belly, and she felt the hot dog’s cum flooding her, overflowing her. So, as the bitch she was now, she reciprocated Hammer semen by cuming her also… first slowly as her lust exploded and took over her body, then closing her eyes, she came panting and gasping heavily in, surely, the most pervert orgasm in her brief life. At the same second, she felt Marylou kissing her, forcefully opening her mouth but not using the tongue; instead, Marylou was greedily sucking Peta’s breathing, each single breath of panting and gasping went inside Marylou’s mouth and she was really sublimated in heaven sucking as a lesbian vampire feeding in Peta’s soul instead of blood.



Peta came and came convulsing as the dog dug his claws into her inner thighs, but she felt no pain; only her distorted, twisted new pleasure: an orgasm not by a girl but by a dog, a hammer dog. After the prohibition to come until allowed or ordered, Peta now came freely in an unexpected degrading cuming. When she opened her eyes, she saw Marylou. She had a satisfied glance after kissing her.

Peta couldn’t restrain herself and, feeling drowned in the worst humiliation in her life, she vomited. Her emotions were in turmoil, confusion. A sadness and shame possessed Peta now. How was it possible that a cheeky and audacious and teasing girl like her has found a new pleasure as being raped by a trained dog at the hand of a sadist teen? Peta couldn’t discern then the emotions that clashed in her now ragged in soul.

Marylou spoke finally: “Well, well, well. I didn’t know I had such a slut Bitch at hand. You really enjoyed my Hammer, you really did! I didn’t know a single woman, be her a teen, milf, ham or granny that enjoyed Hammer’s pussy hammering! No one has cum with him except you Bitch! You’re the very First! This is a thing that must be gossiped in ***********ed places like our lesbian lodges!”.

Marylou helped now the great dane to turn around Peta’s body because the bulb in her guts was still swollen and couldn’t get off yet of her asshole. Then she returned to Peta, cleaned her puked face and seeing her for a few minutes proceeded to kiss her again.

This time Marylou’s kiss was exploring Peta. She offered herself asking for the submissive bitch answer. The beautiful teen was questioning the bitch and she only knew the emotional query. Long minutes passed through the extended single kiss until both girls hear a single “pop”, and Peta felt the bulbus going outside her asshole and some of Hammer’s semen came out of her.

Marylou stood up and she spoke lovingly to the great dane. Took him by his collar and affectionately caressed the dog. Hammer turned into a spoiled loving puppy as slowly both disappeared leaving Peta alone.

Peta felt so dirty now, not only in her body still oozing dog semen, not because she smelled with a strong acid sweat, not only because she had puked, but because she had been ashamed, humiliated and debased like never before in her life… and she had lustfully liked it all, maybe very second of it, as she began to accept now. This was a new Peta and she’ll take time to embrace this true.

Marylou came back with a small but rough rope in her hand. She was very serious now. The rope was a hanging loop noose. She put on the hanging rope in Peta’s neck and pulled until it was tight around but the lesbian slave could still breath freely.

Marylou´s voice was now “matter-of-fact”, not cold, not sarcastic or even dominant. Just talking business… “Well, I’ve reached a final decision about you Peta slave (saying Peta’s name for first time since the bitter beginning and not Bitch)”.

Peta couldn’t believe her hears… Yes, that was her almost forgotten real name… and Marylou said it… not bitch or the Bitch…

“I kissed you”, said Marylou as she put a wood stick between the rope and Peta’s neck. “I really kissed you, slave Peta. I did it very receptive. Now I know!”

“Whaatttt?”, said Peta stammering.

Marylou turned slowly the wood stick and manually it began to turn it around the rope, making it bit by bit tight as a torniquet. Peta felt immediately it choking her neck.

“You’re worthless to me, Peta. You’re absolutely nothing. You’d be the perfect bitch for Hammer and he’ll would cherish you really, maybe defending you against me. But that’s not the point”, said Marylou as she kept turning the rope with the stick.

Peta felt her lungs crying for air now and, suddenly she felt for first time the fear of dying descending on her soul. She opened her eyes put couldn’t say a word pleading in her defense.

Marylou kept talking almost now to herself, a bit only to the slave girl she was slowly suffocating. “The point, Peta, is you kissed me back and I only felt you deep fear of me, animal, like a fawn almost. Never a submissive worship to me as your mistress and even less in full adoration to me as your goddess. So you´re worthless to me as a slave or a worshiper. Nothing in you craves for me as your mean mistress that would humiliate you until you’re mad craving for a single tender word or touch”.



Peta was now asphyxiating and her body began to convulse and her face reddened noticeably turning purple each second.

Now Marylou looked straight into Peta’s eyes. “But there´s a way I’ll never forget you. When you die right in seconds I’ll receive your last life breath into my mouth and I’ll know and I’ll taste life in its last expression. That’s how I’ll remember you forever Peta”.

“Marylou! Marylou! Stop playing now with my doll, dear daughter”, a third woman’s voice sounded.

Marylou’s face transfixed in a second. Her visage turned to full, pure, crystalline hate. But Peta saw it wasn’t directed to her but against totally against the new voice. And then, the face turned to absolute frustration, then with a titanic effort into a mask of submission. She released the stick and the rope loosed so Peta began to breathe again, life returning into her bones in gasping profound breaths, and her soul camer bach to her.

“Marylou, I got news for you”, said the voice of Mistress Amy that Peta finally recognized. “The email from the Great Lesbian Lodge has finally arrived. Good news!”.

Now in complete control of herself, Marylou turned and faced Amy. “What news Mommy dearest?”

As Peta kept coughing regaining her breath, she heard Amy saying: “They want to see you performing as the new sadistic supernova. Your fame goes before you Marylou. They’ve invited both, you and I, to live with them for a few days, and know you as the sadist pearl you are”.

“Yes Mommy, I won’t let you down”, said Marylou. What I must do, then?”

Amy was jumping excited like a groupie teen. “You must break their submissive superstar, a slut named Karla. They say her submission is the best they’ve seen in years! A worthy slut for you to transform her into a ragged broken puppet!”

“Oh, yes Mommy, I’ll make mincemeat of this Karla whore, the poor Bitch”, and Marylou smiled truly again.

“Now put this Peta whore back to the girls’ den. We must prepare immediately to depart right now”, ordered Amy.

In an afterthought, Amy added. “We’ll be back soon, Marylou. You’ll end whatever you were doing to this slave before I came with the news! We’ll be back soon because we’ll bring here with us a Great Lodge’s Diplomat Observer named Gabriela. This Mistress Gabriela will observe us but can’t interfere in our games. But you’ll meet her before because she interacts there with this Karla slut, they say”.

“Yes Mommy!”, said Marylou. “I’m really curious about this bitch Karla (and very interested in this new girl contender, this Mistress Gabriela, fucking bitch)”.

And Peta also wanted to know Gabriela. “How she will be””, she thought before fainting.

TO BE CONTINUED.


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