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Chapter Three
Mei-Ling's body reacted wildly to the command. One moment she was lying languidly on the chaise lounge in the afterglow of her cum, the next she was sitting up, her feet on the floor and the muscles in her legs tensed to spring. "Nooo!" she cried in horror. "I can't, I can't!"
"Certainly you can," Carla retorted. "Arid you will, It'll get you ready to taste my pussy-juices when you're eating me."
The Oriental girl shot to her feet and backed away from the other. "Nooo," she moaned, "nooooo."
"Yes!" her abuser shot back.
"I'm not a pervert," Mei-Ling insisted.
"You will be," Carla informed her. "Actually, I don't consider myself a pervert because I like eating cunt. Indeed, I don't even consider myself a pervert because I get a kick out of mistreating people or making them do things that they wouldn't do otherwise. Instead, I like to think of myself as being on the cutting edge of a new awareness of sexuality.
"You, if you want, can consider me a pervert. But, you may well accept this, my dear, you are going to become a pervert, too, if that's how you want to think of women eating each other. Because, mark my words, you are going to eat me, just as I'm going to lick your pretty pussy until you go crazy."
Mei-Ling cowered before the other woman's gaze, her senses reeling. "You ... you can eat me if you want," she whimpered. "I can't stop you. But, I'm not going to do anything like that to you. I ... I'd rather die than kiss your cunt."
"Oh, don't be melodramatic," Carla snapped. "It's not the end of the world. Actually, it's a lot of fun. Once you've eaten me two or three times, you'll probably find that you're looking forward to doing it again as soon as you get a chance.
"You know," she went on, "I had the same attitude about eating pussy as you did. I had to be forced to do it the first couple of times. But, gradually, I got over my hatred of it. Now, balling a woman is just another variation on sex to me, just another way of having fun."
The Chinese girl shook her head. "Noooo," she moaned. "I just couldn't."
"Sure you could," Carla told her calmly. "Come over here and try it."
"I won't," Mei-Ling insisted. "You can't make me."
Carla chuckled. "Don't be absurd, Mei-Ling. I can make you do anything. I can even make you beg me to let you eat my cunt."
The distraught Oriental beauty shook her head so hard her hair whipped across her face. "Nooooo, I'd never do that," she proclaimed.
"Oh, but you will," Carla retorted. "Indeed, you will do so before the evening is over. So why don't you just give up the protestation and let's start having fun together, hmmmm?"
"No," Mei-Ling replied. "I won't do it. And you won't be able to make me."
To her surprise, Carla smiled. "You know," she said conversationally, "I'm glad you're taking this attitude. I was actually afraid that I'd be able to talk you into doing what I want. Now, I get to have some other fun with you before we eat each other." Suddenly, she turned her head. "Get in here!" she snapped toward the door that led to the interior of the wing; the door which was slightly ajar.
Mei-Ling's eyes turned to regard that door, which was swinging open. Then the horrified Chinese girl started backing away from where she'd stood, because Carl and Olga were entering the dressing room. And both of them were naked.
What kind of place is this? the oriental girl asked herself. What kind of woman is she, letting her brother look at her naked? She, of course, had no way of knowing that Carl had done more than merely look at his sister's nakedness, no way of knowing that he had sucked her tits and cunt, that he had fucked her ass with his tongue or had her sit over his stiff cock and fuck herself until she was incapable of cumming anymore.
"Mei-Ling needs some correcting," Carla said to the naked pair. "Prepare her for it."
Carl and Olga started shuffling toward the terrified girl, moving away from each other to come at the trembling young woman from both sides. They couldn't move fast, because both were wearing fetters that restricted how far apart they could move their feet. In addition, they were handcuffed as Mei-Ling was.
"Come, leibchen," Olga murmured. "It is better you do not fight. You have made your point, no one will think bad of you if you do now what the Mistress demands."
"Yeah, baby," Carl agreed in an oily voice. "You're going to do it anyway, why not save yourself some agony?"
"Nooo," the diminutive woman moaned. "I will not do it, I will not!"
They kept closing in on her, driving her back toward a corner of the room. If she kept retreating, Mei-Ling knew, they would soon be able to capture her. With a sudden burst of energy, she leaped forward, intending to pass between them. She didn't know what she would do after she eluded them, but she would worry about that when she put some distance between her and the diabolic pair.
She almost managed to get away. But, at the last moment, Carl twisted and went to one knee as his hands shot out and closed on her right ankle. Off balance, Mei-Ling started to fall forward. She threw out her hands to break her fall, but it was unnecessary. Almost as fast as Carl had moved, Olga spun and caught the small woman under the waist.
Mei-Ling tried to hit at them, but Olga had anticipated her reaction. As Mei-Ling's arms swung, the older, sturdier woman grabbed them and forced them down to the struggling girl's body. At the same time, Carl had managed to shift his grip until he had both of Mei-Ling's feet in his grasp.
Effortlessly, he yanked her feet off the floor. Only Olga's hold on her hands kept Mei-Ling from being thrown onto her face. She struggled and squirmed as hard as she could but couldn't free herself from the iron grip in which they held her. Slowly, the two bound slaves bore their Mistress' latest victim toward the chaise lounge.
"Your last chance to agree to do as I want," Carla told the wildly struggling captive.
"I won't! I won't!" Mei-Ling insisted.
"Yes, you will," Carla countered, her face aglow with anticipation. "If not now, then later. Yes indeed," she added, "before long you will be begging me to let you eat my cunt."
"Never!" Mei-Ling swore.
"Prepare her!" Carla snapped. The others, obviously, knew what she meant. One moment, Mei-Ling was being held by them in midair; the next, she was dumped, unceremoniously, onto her belly over the curve of the top of the chaise. Carl released her feet, but before she could do anything about regaining her freedom, he pressed his weight to her writhing body, holding her as she had been placed.
Her arms had been pulled away from her body as she had been positioned. Now Olga dropped to her knees before the crying girl and yanked down on her arms. Swiftly she located a length of chain on the floor and attached the snap on the end of it to the short piece of chain between the handcuffs. When she rose, Mei-Ling found, to her dismay, that her hands had been totally immobilized. She could strain and struggle all she wanted, but she couldn't lift her arms. "Aaaaahhhhh, please, please, let me go," she begged. "Please. I don't want to do what you ask, Mistress."
"What you want doesn't count, slave," Carla replied coldly.
As soon Olga had chained Mei-Ling's hands securely, Carl had risen from her back. Now he and the older woman each took one of the sobbing girl's feet in their hands and pulled away from the other, until Mei-Ling's pussy was exposed and the tight cheeks of her ass were drawn apart to the point that the puckered rosette of her asshole was made visible.
"Heeeeeellp!" Mei-Ling screamed.
"Go ahead, darling, yell all you want to," Carla advised her. "You'll find that it doesn't do any good, but do it anyway. I'm beginning to like the sound of my slaves screaming."
Carl and Olga knelt and suddenly Mei-Ling felt bands of metal being closed around her dainty ankles. When the others rose and stepped away from her, she was dismayed to learn that she was totally immobilized, unable to do more than twist and writhe about in the obscene position she had been bound in.
A swishing sound reached her ears. Then a thin line of fire seemed to ignite across the swell of her trim little ass. Her head snapped up as she gave vent to the agony that had shot across her flesh.
Again the swishing sound came and, again, she yelled in agony as the instrument that Carla was wielding bit into the taut flesh of her ass, a little below the mark left by the first blow.
"Eeeeeeyyyyyaaaaa!" Mei-Ling screamed.
Carla paused to savor the sight of the angry red lines that crossed the smooth, unblemished semi spheres of her captive's ass. Then, with a lewd smile on her face, she landed the thin switch on the taut flesh of the compact mounds of the diminutive girl's ass three times in rapid succession, striking the second and third blow even as Mei-Ling was screaming her agonized reaction to the first.
"I think the strap now," Carla murmured. Olga obediently handed her a wide piece of stiffened leather. When Carla brought it down on the helpless Orientals ass, it caused a different sort of pain, but a pain that was just as strong as that produced by the lash.
"Hhhuuuggaaaa!" Mei-Ling yelled. Her voice was already starting to become hoarse, so hard had she screamed before.
Again and again the strap bit into her abused ass. Carla moved the strap up and down until he had turned the entire surface of Mei-Ling's compact ass a dull red. When she finally let the strap trail to the ground, her body was covered by a thin sheen of sweat that Carl hastened to pat away from her glowing figure with a soft towel.
"Mmmmm," Carla murmured as she ran her hands over Mei-Ling's smarting ass. "What shall I use now? The whips? No, I think the hairbrush should be next."
A moment later, thousands of tiny pins seem to prick the aching flesh of the bound girl's ass as the other woman slammed the brush bristle down into her ass. "Eeeeyaaa!" Mei-Ling yelled as she tried, desperately, to twist away from the cruel instrument, bound as she was, there was no escaping the terrible blows that rained on her unprotected ass.
"I think we should advance things a little," Carla said.
What does she mean by that? Mei-Ling wondered, not liking the sound of the statement and fearing what it portended for her. It wasn't long before she found out; Carl and Olga moved around to the front of the chaise and dropped to their knees before her.
The leering smiles on their faces frightened the girl, but she couldn't find the strength to protest as they shifted about until they were slouching below her. Then they reached out and lifted her tits, pulling them toward their mouths. "Ohhhhhh, nooo," she moaned as the other slaves bent their heads and fastened their lips to her nipples, sucking on them wantonly until they commenced swelling.
Behind her, Carla started rotating the brush each time she swung it. Thus, half the time, it was the hard wood that slammed into the taut curves of Mei-Ling's defenseless ass, the other half of the time it was the bristles that bit at her agonized flesh. And, all the while, Carl and Olga's mouths worked against the tips of her tits, sending conflicting messages to her mind until pain and pleasure were equally mixed in her brain.
Carla stopped striking the helpless girl's ass and transferred her attention to the widely spread thighs, striking the backs of them as often as she twisted the brush and slammed it into the sensitive inner surfaces. Her tits heaved with her exertions and her hair flew about as she rained blow after blow onto the hapless young woman's legs or the underside of her compact ass where it joined her thighs. Mei-Ling's screams filled the room, although they were no longer as loud as they had been when the torture had begun, since Mei-Ling was crying so hard that she had trouble drawing enough breaths to scream as loudly as that.
Once more Carla ceased her abuse of the other girl. She ran her hands over the battered curves of the helpless Oriental's ass, her sharp nails digging into the tender surfaces. "Are you ready to eat me now?" she asked calmly.
"Noooooo," Mei-Ling moaned. It was all she could do to make the statement, but the idea of putting her mouth to Carla's snatch was still more abhorrent to her than-her fear of a continuation of the beating.
"Very well, we shall proceed then," Carla said. The next time the bristles landed, she brought them into contact with the gaped flesh of Mei-Ling's cunt.
"Eeeeeeeeyyyaaaa!" the defenseless girl screamed. This cry was louder than any she had uttered so far, but the agony she felt was twice as severe as anything she'd been exposed to before. Ohhbhh, she'll kill me! the distraught beauty thought as the cruel blow was repeated, drawing another extra-loud scream of agony from her tortured lungs.
Her tits were aching, so ardently were Olga and Carl sucking on her now distended nipples. Mei-Ling sobbed brokenly as she felt Carla's fingers exploring her aching cunt. "I wonder who many blows like that she can take before she passes out," Carla mused aloud.
Those words, more than what had happened to her so far, broke the diminutive girl's spirit. "Noooo," she moaned. "Stop. Please! Stop!"
"You know what it will mean if I do?" Carla demanded.
"Yes," the girl whimpered in acknowledgement. "I ... I agree. I did not think you could do it, but you have. You have taught me there are worse things than eating pussy. Much worse things. I will eat your cunt if you will stop hitting me on mine."
"Do you want to eat my cunt?" Carla asked coldly.
"No, Mei-Ling replied honestly. "But I would rather do that than have you torture me any longer."
"I suppose that's good enough," Carla said. "Olga," she then snapped, "put some salve on her."
To Mei-Ling she added: "You won't change your mind while you enjoy this last respite, not if you're smart. If you do, well, I'll beat you twice as hard and twice as long as before giving you another chance to comply with my demands. And you won't be given any rest between the time you capitulate and the time you start."
"I understand, Mistress," the helpless girl whimpered. "I will not change my mind."
"That's good," Carla told her. "See that you don't."
There was a silence in the room as Olga worked a soothing salve into the younger slaves battered ass and thighs. Her fingers were nimble as she spread the ointment along the abused flesh and, despite herself, Mei-Ling felt a tingle of desire begin to grow in her pussy as Olga soothed the abused flesh there.
"Ahhhhhh," the Teutonic woman murmured, "see how the little one reacts. Already her pussy is growing wetter."
Mei-Ling didn't bother denying the statement for it was only too obviously true.
I must be terrible, she thought as her ass muscles tightened involuntarily in reaction to the soothing caresses the older woman was bestowing on her cunt. The other three noticed her reaction and chuckled as they exchanged lewd comments about Mei-Ling's physique and sexual appetite.
"I think she's rested enough," Carla decided abruptly. Immediately, Olga and Carl jumped to release the bound maiden from her position over the chaise lounge. Her freedom was short-lived, however, for as soon as the chains holding her had been undone, she was turned over and stretched out on her back on the longer part of the chaise. Then, before she had a chance to enjoy the relative freedom of movement she had been allotted, her wrists were enclosed in new fetters.
Smiling, Carla undid Mei-Ling's handcuffs and tossed them aside. Experimentally, the helpless girl tested her arms and found that she had only a limited range of motion. And, as she moved her arms about, Carl and Olga were reattaching manacles to her dainty ankles. Once again Mei-Ling tried moving and found that she could bring her feet all the way up to the bottom of the ass if she so desired.
Beaming, Carla stood at the end of the couch and looked down at Mei-Ling's obscenely displayed body. Her watering mouth could hardly wait to start feasting on the exciting form of the diminutive girl. But there was something she had to do first. "On your back, Carl!" she snapped.
Quickly, her twin brother moved to obey. Once he was supine with his arms extended above his head, Carla connected a chain to that that ran between his handcuffs. With a wicked smile, she knelt beside him and fastened a tight ring around the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming. "All right, Olga, hop aboard," the dominant woman told the older blonde.
When they had met, Olga had been the cruel one, the person who had abused and tortured Carla and her brother. But the tables had been reversed and now the Amazonish woman was a submissive as it had been her intention to make Carla. With a smile of gratitude she swung a leg across Carl's hips and poised above him. Reaching down with one hand, she took his cock and steered it to the dilated opening of her twat, then sighed as she started impaling herself on his pecker. Carla drew another length of chain from under the chaise and attached it to the middle of Olga's handcuffs, restraining her as well as Carl was.
"Now that they're taken care of, it's time for you and me to have some fun, Mei-Ling," the slender woman told her helpless captive.
"I will eat you, but I will not enjoy doing it," the Chinese girl replied.
"Yeah, but Ill bet you enjoy my eating you," was Carla's answer to that.
"She is very good at it," Olga said from the middle of the room where she was rocking back and forth, rubbing her swollen snatch against Carl's belly. Mei-Ling's eyes went wide at the thought that Carla might eat her pussy. If I had known she was gong to do it to me, the Chinese girl thought, I might not have had to be beaten to get me to agree to her demands.
Carla picked up a couple of firm pillows. One she stuffed under Mei-Ling's narrow hips, the other was wedged behind the back of the dark-haired girl's head and shoulders so her mouth could work on Carla's cunt without her developing a stiff neck. Not that Carla gave a damn about any possible discomfort Mei-Ling might have felt; she just didn't want the other girl's performance to suffer because her muscles started aching.
With a lewd smile on her face, Carla crouched next to Mei-Ling and lowered her mouth to the other woman's. "Kiss me back," she directed just before she meshed her lips to the Chinese girl's. There was only a slight hesitation before she felt the other's agile tongue slipping through her parted lips to meet her own hot tongue.
She cupped her hands around Mei-Ling's tits and brushed her thumbs of the semi-stiff nipples until they were returned to full erection. "Play with my tits, too," she murmured into Mei-Ling's mouth as she caught the stiffened buds between her thumbs and forefingers and rolled them easily about.
Mei-Ling had to strain to do so because of the chains from her wrists to the chaise, but she managed to return the caresses Carla was bestowing on her tits. In almost no time, she had the blonde woman's nipples as hard as her own.
When Carla pushed herself up so her tits dangled over Mei-Ling's mouth, the other girl didn't have to be told what to do. Her soft lips closed around one of the throbbing nipples and her tongue prodded and nudged it about as she sucked contentedly. I'll bet it doesn't take any more than a week to turn you into a full-fledged sexpot, Carla thought as she stuffed more of her dainty tit into the other girl's lewdly sucking mouth. Yeah, I'll bet within a couple of weeks at the most you'll be ready to do anything sexual that you have a chance to do. As Mei-Ling continued to suck avidly at Carla's tit, the blonde kept her fingers working on the fuller mounds of the other woman.
Even as much as she liked getting her tits sucked, there came a time when Carla wanted to move on to different things. She scooted backward on the chaise until she could set her own lips to Mei-Ling's stiffened nipples, then proceeded to suck and chew on them until the other girl uttered a moan of passion.
"You like that, eh!" Carla teased.
"Ohhhhhhh, I could have that done to me for hours," the Chinese girl replied. Yeah? Carla asked silently. We'll see about that. I'll have Olga suck one of them and Carl suck the other and we'll see how long you can stand getting them sucked.
Lifting her head and licking her lips in only half mock-enjoyment, Carla swung her far leg around until she was kneeling over Mei-Ling's body with her back to the other girl. Slowly she shuffled backward on her knees, moving her pussy closer and closer to the bound young woman's face.
Mei-Ling made no effort to avert her eyes as the blonde-thatched cunt grew nearer and nearer. Since she had finally been forced to say she would eat cunt, the Chinese girl had found herself wondering what it was going to be like to have a pussy rubbing across her face.
She swallowed nervously as the cunt grew larger and larger before her. As she ran her eyes over the slippery curve, she had to admit that there was nothing ugly about the moist pinkness of Carla's pussy. Indeed, now that she had been forced to agree to do so, Mei-Ling found that she was actually starting to look forward to licking the other woman's snatch. I do not suppose this will be the only time I am made to do this to her, she thought. So, I hope she was right when she said I could learn to like doing it. It would be much nicer if that was true and I do have to do this often.
As Carla slowly lowered her swollen cunt over Mei-Ling's face, the Chinese girl licked her lips. Her nostrils filled with the odor of aroused pussy and she offered a short prayer of thanks that the odor didn't offend her. It wasn't the greatest thing she had ever smelled, but it was a long way from being the worse.
The widely gaped cunt was so close to her face that she would need to do no more than extend her tongue to touch it. For a second. Mei-Ling hesitated. Then she thrust her tongue past her lips and pushed it into the cleft of Carla's cunt.
"Ooooooohh!" the domineering blonde squealed. "Yes, baby, yes! Lick my cunt for me, lick it good."
Mei-Ling drew a little of the moisture on Carla's cunt into her mouth and tasted it as the other woman began adjusting herself, leaning forward until she was supporting her shoulders on half-extended arms. Her belly pressed against the Chinese girl's tits and her own nipples rubbed against the flat plane of the smaller girl's belly. Mei-Ling could feel the warmth of Carla's breath on her obscenely opened cunt. She's waiting for me to get started, the helplessly bound girl thought.
Pussy, she decided, didn't taste at all bad. With greater boldness, she thrust her tongue out again. This time, she swept it along the length of the cuntal cleft, lapping almost eagerly at the moisture that made the pale flesh glisten.
"Mmmmmmm," Carla moaned. Then she lowered her face and touched her own mouth to the open cunt below her head. An electric- like thrill coursed through Mei-Ling as she felt a knowing tongue start to work on her own cunt. With each sweep of Carla's tongue along her cunt, Mei-Ling licked faster and easier at the pussy rubbing over her face.
"Hey, she thought suddenly, I can handle this. I really can. I'll bet I can even eat pussy when no one's eating mine.
And I'll bet I have to, too, she added.
She was right in her assumption, although there was a lot that was going to happen to her before that was demanded of her. By the time it was, Mei-Ling wouldn't hesitate when told to lick Carla's cunt, she would do so almost eagerly.