Katie Vs. Jessica

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If you had told me at 16 that I would end up in the 
situation I am now, 18 (for three more days woo!) year 
old slave-girl to a gorgeous 23 year old mistress, 
regular sexual plaything for all manner of people 
including a wonderfully dominant fuck-buddy, and a 
gorgeous bisexual boyfriend; my whole daily routine 
regulated and punctuated by little reminders of my 
servitude to my mistress, well, I probably would've 
believed you.

Even at 16 I was already well and truly indulging my 
naturally whorish inclinations. However, when I started 
here back at my high school, if you had told me I would 
EVER be in this position, kneeling on the floor of a 
bathroom stall, vigorously rimming my worst enemy while 
she, bent over the toilet, slammed a cheap dildo in and 
out of her cunt... no way would I have believed that. I 
mean I've done some fucked up, nasty things in my time 
as a collared slave girl to Mistress Cassandra, and 
before. But fucking Jessica?

Well there I was and it was happening. But the story of 
how it all came about in the first place goes back a 
couple of months. Mistress Cassandra and I were 
sitting, naked, on her couch, perusing an adult match-
making site on the internet.

It might interest you to know that I had my beautiful 
goddess' urine and girl-cum drying on my face, the rule 
being that any mess she makes on me stays on for 12 
hours and we had only just finished a wonderfully long 
morning of hot sex. But you can't spend ALL the time 
fucking (unfortunately) and being young girls and 
having been friends for most of our lives, Mistress 
Cassandra and I do spend a lot of girly time together 
as well.

So there we were, checking out this site, checking out 
the hot profiles and even hotter accompanying pictures 
of ordinary, plain people doing fucked-up, nasty 
things. We were a little stoned, nice and relaxed and 
just having a great time. You know how it is when 
you're too tired and blissed out to actually fuck so 
just enjoy the feeling of being horny? Well yeah, it 
was like that.

But then we found Jessica's profile.

I guess I need to explain a few things first, like 
what's an almost 19 year old still doing at 
highschool?! No I didn't get kept back a year because 
I'm dumb. I'll thank you to know I have an IQ of 183, 
lol! Actually my parents decided to take a year and a 
half travelling around the world when I was fifteen and 
they yanked me out of school to go with them.

So by the time I came back to finish my VCE I was 
already a year and a bit older than everyone else. In 
the fucked-up mechanics of high school social circles 
this can either make you incredibly awesome (you might 
have a car, you can buy beer and smokes, you're just 
more mature and sophisticated), or incredibly lame 
(you're older and can do adult things and you're 
hanging around with TEENAGERS?!).

I got on alright. Things in my favour were I'm pretty 
easy to get along with, bright and chatty, and very 
beautiful. I don't have my head up my ass, I just know 
I am, in a kind of exotic, olive-skinned way. Also 
quite a few guys and girls like me because I've taken 
them home after school and spent an afternoon fucking 
their brains out like wild. But most people don't know 
that, kids not wanting to admit to each other what 
we've done, girls especially.

Things not in my favour: I was nice to everyone, and 
get on real well with the unpopular, nerdy kids. 
They're actually generally nicer and more interesting. 
And my BF is the only guy I know my age who is out of 
the closet 'I like a big fat cock in my ass and I'm 
proud of it' bi. He was an absolute pariah at our 
school because of that. Also, what with my devotion to 
serving Mistress Cassandra, I'm not at every single 
party or hanging out, making friends and being social 
all the time.

Now Jessica, she's one of the most popular girls at my 
school. And one of the oldest too. I think she resented 
me initially for some of that interest I drew being 
older, which is dumb but you remember what high 
school's like, right? Yeah, fucking dumb. Jessica is 
absolutely fucking gorgeous. She's tall, got an 
amazing, athletic body, blonde, blue-eyed, big-boobed, 
the perfect image of the Australian Surfer Girl. She 
would probably describe herself as having 'classic 
aryan good looks' or something though.

That's right, she's a total and utter racist bitch. 
Number two reason why she hates me. I'm 1/4 Mexican, 
1/4 Puerto Rican. A hot latina mumma with a ghetto 
booty and a big rack. The number of names she's called 
me, some not quite even appropriate, (I thought 'wogs' 
were from the mediterranean?) I've lost track of. Don't 
know why she feels that way, frankly, don't care. Names 
like that roll off my back and ignorant racists always 
get what's coming to them eventually.

So as soon as I started back at school after my 
travels, I drew a lot of hatred from Jessica and her 
clique. Initially I didn't do anything to attract it, I 
guess just being the exotic new girl made me a threat 
to her popularity or something. But eventually her name 
calling and cruel tricks started to shit me and so I 
got my own back with her: by fucking her recently ex 
boyfriend on his webcam while she watched.

He was sick of her shit and willing to comply - hey, he 
was getting free freaky sex - and she, heartbroken and 
outraged because NO ONE breaks up with the most popular 
girl in school, couldn't believe what she was seeing as 
I rocked his world and did stuff she'd never do for 
him: took it up the ass then licked my own ass-juice 
off him, and swallowed all his load, then sucked him 
hard and went for it again. She didn't exactly turn the 
webcam show off either, and we were at it in that 
cramped computer chair for a good 45 minutes.

Funnily enough she actually left me alone after that. I 
guess she learned the 'don't fuck with Katie' lesson I 
gave her. I mean she still hated me and was still all 
vicious and snipey at every opportunity, but whatever. 
I was, I still am, getting laid almost every day, and 
getting high every weekend. I'm having way too much 
fucking fun to care about some tight-ass frigid bitch. 
Yeah, her ex who I fucked told me, she barely ever put 
out, despite having a body built for sex and always 
having hot older boyfriends. No wonder they dumped her. 
Even when they did get to fuck her she was apparently a 
pretty lousy lay, and really prudish.

So my mistress and I were pretty surprised by what we 
were seeing. This girl in the profile we were viewing 
didn't just look like Jessica, it WAS her. There was no 
doubt about it. The age and postcode listed in her 
profile were right, and the photos were unmistakeably 
her. What I didn't get was what the photos were 
showing. Why was this supposedly prudish and repressed 
little blonde 'aryan' goddess on her knees with her 
face buried in an older, south-asian looking woman's 
hairy bush? Why was there a photo of her on her knees, 
surrounded by guys, face plastered with cum? Why were 
there numerous shots of dicks of all colours and sizes 
all up in that? Jessica obviously had a dirty little 
secret.

If this was some teen movie I might have used it 
against her. Instead I just found it super fucking hot. 
I mean I already thought about being abused and 
dominated by her when I masturbated sometimes. What 
submissive girl wouldn't? But to know she had a secret 
kinky side just like I did? That was too fucking hot. I 
juiced up immediately and Mistress Cassandra noticed. 
That was our cue to head back into the bedroom and 
while away the rest of the afternoon breaking various 
sodomy laws and statutes and probably getting ourselves 
excommunicated from every major religion in the 
process. Fun, fun, fun.

What I didn't know was after I left that evening, 
Mistress Cassandra obviously contacted Jessica, got 
chatting/cybering, and set up a meeting.

The following weekend I went over to my mistress's 
early on Saturday morning. After knocking at the door 
then kneeling, waiting for her to answer and give her 
permission to enter, we got straight down to it. She 
ordered me to strip completely naked and took me into 
the spare bedroom, which serves as a makeshift dungeon 
with horse, some hooks and rails in the wall and 
ceiling, and so on.

I was immediately roped into bondage, with cords 
separating my breasts, running between my legs, and 
tying both my hands and feet, then tying those two 
together. I was effectively hogtied, but on my knees, 
forced to lean backwards by the way my hands were 
attached to my ankles. I was then quickly gagged and 
blindfolded, and left there.

I heard voices in the hallway after a little while, 
followed rapidly by the sounds of kissing, and then, 
from my mistress' bedroom, passionate lesbian sex. 
Whomever the lucky girl was, judging by her screams she 
was getting absolutely railed by one of my mistress' 
thick dildos.

The sex didn't last all that long. I didn't hear 
Mistress Cassandra's familiar screams of orgasm. She 
told me later she took the girl in and bent her over 
the bed, fucking her senseless right away, without any 
formalities or pretensions to foreplay. The girl 
sounded like she enjoyed it. But not long after the 
noise of their fucking I heard footsteps coming down 
the passage to the room I was confined in. The door 
opened and I heard my mistress' voice saying 'here she 
is, in here...'.

There was the sound of another voice, giving a shocked 
gasp, and saying 'but...that...I know that cunt...!' 
before my mistress cut in and said 'I know. I also know 
how you feel about her. She's yours to do anything you 
want to now. Just don't leave any visible scars or 
bruises'.

'Are you serious?' replied the other voice, which 
sounded AWFUL familiar (okay I knew who it was by this 
time but I'm taking some poetic licence here to make 
the story more fun).

'Yep, I sure am. In fact I might just watch to make 
sure if it makes you feel better, and I'll tell you if 
you're doing anything I disapprove of. How does that 
sound?'

'Ohmigod, that's so fucking hot! I can't believe that 
fucking slut is the slave you were telling me about?! 
And you knew, you knew about what that spic bitch has 
done and everything? And you don't mind me getting my 
revenge?'

I could just imagine the evil grin on Mistress 
Cassandra's face, and how it wouldn't quite reach her 
eyes thanks to the racist language, as she said: 'not 
at all. Go ahead. Hurt her'.

My blindfold was yanked off and of course you guessed 
it, there was naked, dishevelled Jessica staring at me 
with a malicious gleam in her eyes. I was fucked. 
Literally and figuratively. What followed was a couple 
of hours of the most brutal, rough, painful grudge-
fucking I've ever had. She began by attempting to pick 
me up, but couldn't quite manage it and half shoved, 
half rolled me onto the latex-draped mattress in one 
corner of the room.

Mistress Cassie handed her a knife from a side table 
where she stores a variety of impliments for torture 
and pleasure (although they're often the same thing!) 
and told her to cut the ropes if she wished. Then 
showed her where there was more of the nylon rope, 
together with chains and other restraints. These did 
end up getting used but to go into all the filthy 
details would have us here forever!

The first thing Jessica did after freeing me from 
bondage and removing my gag was sit on my face, 
grinding her wet, meaty cunt lips into my mouth and 
nose, holding the knife against one of my tits and 
telling me to eat her. I of course did with speed and 
relish. My stomach was twisting with butterflies 
because this was going to be one intense situation, but 
I was also living out one of the hottest, most unlikely 
fantasies I'd ever had, and I knew Mistress Cassandra 
would stop things getting too out of hand.

I got Jessica off in rapid time. What can I say? I'm 
good with my tongue. The next few hours were spent 
between extremely hard fucking and out and out torture. 
My mistress occasionally instructed Jessica. For 
instance, after I finished eating her delicious cunt 
that first time, she told her to hand me the knife, and 
tell me where to cut myself. Jessica, somewhat 
disbelievingly, said 'umm, on yr left tit'. And I did, 
slicing a small, superficial, but certainly bloody 
enough cut. The pain of cutting is unbelievably 
wonderful, I understand why she won't, but still wish 
my Mistress ordered me to do it more often.

Seeing how obedient I was and how perverted this could 
get opened the floodgates for Jessica. During that 
afternoon we ran the gamut of perverted from slightly 
old hat stuff like rimming her ass to full on crazy, 
like when she tied me, standing with my arms secured 
above my head to a hook in the wall, and proceeded to 
kick me in the stomach in her heavy sneakers. The 
bruises lasted for a couple of weeks.

That first time with Jessica was definitely the most 
violent. But also the most amazing. She fisted me. She 
fucked my anally without any lube with the biggest 
dildo she could find. She whipped me until she drew 
blood from little gashes on my back and thighs. She 
caned those gashes. She made me lick her pussy and 
asshole a thousand times, having orgasm after orgasm.

I was covered in sweat, her cunt juices, my own, some 
of my blood, and eventually her piss, as she took me 
into the bathroom, threw me in the bath and urinated 
all over me, at my Mistress' encouragement. I lost 
count of the number of orgasms I had, with barely any 
stimulation beyond the fucking. The utter, 
uncontrollable hornyness of the situation, and the way 
that pain gets me off, was making me cum again and 
again, most of the time without any of my major 
erogenous areas being touched.

Jessica had her way with me for nearly four hours 
before giving up out of exhaustion, composing herself, 
and leaving. Mistress Cassandra saw her to the door and 
they stood there for a while discussing something, but 
I was lying on the latex sheets, eyes closed, bone-
weary, concentrating on making sure there were no major 
aches and pains that I needed to attend to urgently, 
and enjoying the feeling of having my whole body throb 
all over. I have an incredibly high pain tolerance, so 
things like my battered stomach were more of an 
annoyance than agony.

Mistress Cassandra eventually came in and told me she 
was waiving the rule about sex juices having to stay on 
my body, and took me into the bathroom where she and I 
showered together, her soaping my body down, attending 
to the few places on my body where the skin had been 
broken with disinfectant (that bit hurt even me, but 
only a little!), and then, best of all, helping me dry 
off before laying me out on my bed and giving me the 
most exquisite massage I've had.

My mistress has wonderful hands, and has studied in the 
past to be a sports therapist and masseur. She knew 
what she was doing and as I lay there, my body tingling 
and throbbing from a day full of amazingly hot sex and 
sado-masochism, with such a gorgeous woman gently 
straddling me, rubbing warm scented oil into my skin, I 
started to drift off to sleep.

I was in heaven, so far gone I even forgot to ask my 
mistress permission to sleep or if she would need me 
for anything else. She was obviously in a forgiving 
mood as she climbed off of me, reaching for a vibrator 
to take care of her own horniness after watching such a 
hot scene for the day (it's shameful that I didn't see 
to her needs, I know), because she leaned down and 
whispered in my ear, in a normal Cassie voice, not a 
demanding Mistress Cassandra voice 'I'm so proud of you 
gorgeous'. The last bit I remember was her lips gently 
grazing my cheek as I fell asleep.

A few hours later I awoke in a darkened bedroom and 
went out into the living room, naked, bruised, and 
sleepy, to see my mistress sitting there watching 
television. She patted the couch next to me, and as I 
sat down she put her arm around me and I leaned in to 
the cuddle. This was an obvious sign from her that 
roles weren't super important at the moment and I 
didn't have to observe strict protocol. Until she 
decided otherwise (she usually lets me know with a slap 
in the face) we were just Cassie and Katie, friends, 
not Mistress Cassandra and her slave-cunt.

Over the next half hour or so we discussed the day and 
her discussions with Jessica. My mistress told me that, 
if it was okay with me, Jessica wanted to have sex with 
me again, but probably not in such an S&M context. This 
was of course fine with me! 

And that's what's happened. Jessica is still a racist 
bitch and we still don't really like each other, and 
that makes when we hook up for fucks every few weeks so 
fucking hot. The guys told me she was frigid or a prude 
were either lying or not pushing the right buttons! We 
punch, bite, kick, scream and yell. We call each other 
every name under the sun until our throats hurt. We 
spit in each others faces, pull each others hair, 
scratch with our nails. We rolled around on the floor, 
wrestling and grappling, fighting for control and who 
is going to lick who out.

Last time we properly had actual getting naked with no 
one around sex, I forced her up against a wall and 
groped her from behind, pressing her face against the 
plaster and grinding my naked cunt against her bare 
ass, until I decided to let go and pissed all over her, 
then continued humping, my piss smearing and dripping 
all over us.

She wants me to dominate her but I'm useless at being a 
domme, I'm a natural slavecunt. I would love to see 
Mistress Cassandra get nasty with her though! Jessica 
has dominated me in really sick and perverse ways a 
couple more times, one time even dressing in all this 
nazi getup from a costume shop she had and making me 
debase myself and say really fucked up things while 
grovelling before her. It was amazing!

And because we go to the same school, sometimes our 
lust for each other just boils over, like last week, 
when we bumped into each other in the toilets during 
lunchtime: Before I knew it I was being shoved into the 
nearest cubicle with her tongue in my mouth and her 
hands on my tits, and we ended up how I described; me 
rimming her glorious ass while she pounded her cunt 
with one hand, the other in her mouth, her head resting 
on the cistern, to reduce her orgasmic cries to 
animalistic grunts.

When she came, she turned around, sat down on the seat 
and in a rare moment of unselfishness, beckoned me 
forward. The dildo, lubed with her cream, went up my 
willing ass and her she gave her attention to tonguing 
my cunt. The dumb little whore's becoming quite the 
cunt-lapper.

Later on that same afternoon she got a detention for 
calling me a 'dumb bitch' in class. And when we were 
discussing something in history I made a point of 
trying to shoot down all her arguments just because 
she's stupid, and bigotted. She called me a 'dumb cunt' 
in the hallway last week too. All this tension between 
us is just going to lead to some more amazingly hot sex 
soon, I can feel it!

END

 

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