Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 3 Michelle’s Story Chapter 83

By Redlegtiger

Edited by msboy8

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Chapter 83, Heather’s New Toys

The next morning, everyone was up early.  After breakfast, Sarah called everyone into the living room.  Once they were all assembled, Sarah stood up in the center of the room facing the girls.  She called Heather up on her cell and once connected, put her on speaker phone.  Finally she said, “Today’s the day that we have to submit the forms for running for student government.  Have all of you got your forms filled out and ready to go?”

Aminda and Heather both acknowledged that they had their forms all filled out and in their backpacks.  Sarah then asked, “Heather, you were going to talk to one of the cheerleaders about running for the juniors.  How did that go?”

Heather hemmed and hawed for a moment and then finally said, “She is ineligible to run.  It seems she has a couple of D’s in her classes and that disqualifies her.  I don’t know who we can get to run now.  The good news is that the Junior girl that has been class president for her freshman and sophomore class is gone.  It seems that she moved over the summer.  We’ll have to see who runs but I’m betting on Hanna Kreshman.  She is the most popular girl in the class and she is very involved in politics outside of school.  She wants to major in Political Science in College and then become a politician.  I don’t know what we can get on her though.  She is known to be a goody two shoes.”

Sarah yelled out “FUCK” and paced back and forth for a few minutes.  Then as she continued to pace back and forth she asked, “Does anyone have any idea about who we could get to run for that spot?  We need someone that might give this Hanna bitch a run for her money.”

They all shook their heads and then began talking among themselves.  Finally Angie asked, “Isn’t Billy, the Varsity Quarterback a Junior?”

Heather spoke up and answered, “Yeah, but he was held back his sophomore year due to grades.  He is barely hanging on with his grades now.”

Sarah asked, “But he is qualified to run, right?”

Heather acknowledged that he was so Sarah said, “Then it’s settled.  Heather, you take the extra form you have and get Billy to fill it out and turn it in.  If he gives you any grief, just remind him of the videos we have of him and coach.  That should convince him to run.  He doesn’t want that to get out.  He also needs to understand that he will be taking his marching orders from me.  Now what are we going to have as a platform to run on.  The first thing on the list, of course, is a relaxation of the strict dress code. Is there anything else we want to stand for?”

Heather said, “Up until a couple of years ago they had an open campus that allowed students to leave during lunch and go to one of the fast food joints that are within walking distance of the school.  When Principal Meyers joined the school he put a stop to that.  I know that would go over big.”

Michelle then said, “I’ve noticed that there is quite a bit of bullying going on in the school.  Some is gang related but most isn’t.  We are known for having gotten rid of one of the worst of the female bullies and her gang.  Why don’t we suggest the formation of a student panel that would take complaints about bullying and then take action to put a stop to it?  We can do more to stop it than the administration can.  Their hands are tied, though with what we have on them, we should be able to force them to act.”

Sarah said, “That all sounds good.  We’ll start with that and then add on any other ideas as we go.  Now let’s get to school.  Heather, make sure you go by the gym and tell Billy what is expected of him.  Don’t give him a choice.”

Heather answered, “Okay Sarah.  Please make sure tramp gets to school on time.  I do want to play with her today especially now that Angie has her own slave to play with.”

Sarah turned to Angie and said, “Go get Tamara and take her to school.  Let Sandy know that Jade won’t be in today because she is sick.  You can tell her that she should be back by Friday but definitely Monday at the latest.”

Angie got up and went out to the kennels to get Tamara and the rest got up to head to the car so they could go to school.  Just as Sarah was about to leave though, Carl came down the stairs and said in a stern voice “Just wait a minute young lady.  I need to talk to you.”

Sarah was surprised that Carl would address her in that tone and turned around to look at him.  She had a gut reaction to respond back like any teenager would but she quickly controlled herself, realizing that she held all of the cards.  She looked at Carl and smiled saying in a sweet but patronizing tone, “It’s good to see you up Carl.  What can I do for you?”

Carl was a bit taken aback by Sarah’s reaction.  He had hoped her reaction would be that of a typical young teenager to an adult.  He walked over to stand in front of Sarah and a little less sternly but still with a tone of authority said, “Why are you doing this to Karen?  Why are you making her be a slave after everything she has been through?  I would have thought that you would want her to be free of all of that pain and hurt.”

Sarah raised her eyebrows and looking into Carl’s eyes with confidence asked, “What does this have to do with you?  What Karen or I do in our private lives is up to us.”

Carl was exasperated and answered back, “But you have turned Karen into something she isn’t.  She was so confident and independent before and now she is anything but that.”

Sarah smiled and responded, “What Karen is or isn’t is up to Karen.  I didn’t force her to be my slave.  It was her own twisted guilt and logic that did that.  But you still haven’t told me why this is any concern of yours.  I would have thought that you would have been grateful for what we have done for you to help you get back on your feet.”

“Damnit Sarah, I love Karen.  I always have and now she tells me she won’t marry me unless I ask you for permission.  That just isn’t right.  You’re a child.  An adult shouldn’t have to ask permission of a child to be able to marry…  It’s just wrong!” said an exasperated Carl.

Sarah’s smile got even bigger as she now understood what it was all about.  She responded, “So you finally asked her to marry you.  It took you long enough.  If you are going to marry Karen or rather doggyslut, then you need to understand something about her.  The Karen up there is a sex slave.  After everything that happened, the strong confident Karen came to realize that she kept making things worse by interfering.  People she loved dearly are now dead because of that.  In her own twisted mind, she blamed it all on herself and being independent and reverted back to a time in her life where she was no longer responsible for anything happening.  She offered to be my slave if I recovered and I took her up on her offer.  She wants someone to be in charge of her.  The only way she’ll be happy with you is if you are her master, not just her husband.  She’ll want you to punish her when she does something wrong or even if she hasn’t.  She wants you to dominate her in every way and humiliate her.  She most definitely wants you to make all of the decisions for her.  If you can’t handle that responsibility then I won’t let you marry her.”

“But that’s just the point.  You shouldn’t have any say in it.  She should be able to make up her own mind.” answered Carl.

Sarah responded back, “She made up her mind when she begged me to be her mistress.  Now you’re saying that I, as her mistress, should have no say in what my slave does or doesn’t do?  ”

Carl was frustrated because Sarah didn’t appear to be getting the point he was trying to make.  He took a deep breath to calm down and said, “What I am trying to say is that you are too young to be involved in this kind of stuff and should not be having any control over Karen at all.”

Sarah let a little giggle out as she responded, “I’m obviously not too young to be a mistress.  At my last count I have seven slaves I am directly responsible for and several more that I am housing for other mistresses.  The fact is that Karen is one of those slaves and I don’t plan on giving up my control as her mistress.  However, if you ask properly, I have no heartburn with you marrying doggyslut as long as you recognize my place in her life as her mistress.  You won’t be my slave but you will be a master on equal footing with me.  So as I’m sure she explained, if you want to marry her then it will be as her master and she as your slave, not a typical husband wife relationship.  I will maintain my role as her primary mistress and you will be her secondary master.  I assure you that she and I will have it no other way.  So you have to decide if you want to marry her bad enough to share her with me.  Now before you make a decision, I know that your long stay in the hospital and here recovering has cost you several of your contracts.  I know that you are close to bankruptcy because of it, a fact that you probably aren’t aware of yet.  I will hire you to have you create a website for me so that we can take advantage of all of these slaves that we have and make some money off of them.  You will be the main force behind the site and I planned for you to take 50% of the earnings.  On top of that, you are welcome to live here at the estate so you won’t have any housing expenses.  If you don’t agree to my terms on marrying doggyslut then I won’t help you anymore and I will be asking you to leave.  I have to get to school or I’ll be late.  Think about it.”

Sarah turned and walked out of the door to get in the car to go to school.  Carl just stood there fuming.  He finally turned and went back up the stairs.  He was tired.  It took a lot out of him to get up out of bed and then down the stairs.  He thought back to about an hour ago.  He had just awakened and Karen was sitting there next to the bed in a chair, holding his hand.  He turned toward her and smiled at her.  When she smiled back he remembered all of the smiles he had seen her give him as they grew up next door to each other.  He remembered the crush he had on her from as far back as he could remember and how disappointed he had been when she had married that Darrell character.   He hadn’t liked him and now he understood why after hearing and reading everything about the organization and about Karen’s life after she got married.  He didn’t want to let her get away from him again so as he was laying there on the bed looking into her loving eyes, he blurted out, “Will you marry me Karen.”

Karen’s smile got even bigger as she quickly got up and hugged him there on the bed.  She held the hug for a long time and then sat back in the chair.  When she sat back he saw that her smile had been replaced by a worried look.  He asked, “What’s wrong Karen?”

Karen looked down at the floor and responded, “I want you to understand.  I want to marry you more than anything in the world.  But you have to ask Mistress Sarah for permission to marry me and you must be my master.  I need a master with a strong, firm hand to rule over me.”

Carl responded incredulously, “I have to do what?”

Karen, still looking at the floor, answered worriedly, “I…I…I belong to Sarah.  She is my mistress.  For you to marry me, you have to get her permission first and then agree for her to be my primary mistress and you my secondary master.  That’s the only way she’ll let me marry you.  Please tell me that you will ask her.  I really want to marry you.”

Carl got angry and blurted out, “I’ll be damned if I’m going to ask a fourteen year old child for permission to marry my dream girl.”

Karen looked sad as she slumped her shoulders and tears started to stream down her cheeks.  She cried for a bit then said, “If you aren’t willing to get Mistress Sarah’s permission, then I can’t marry you.  Please reconsider.”

That’s when Carl got up out of bed and stormed down the stairs.  He got there just as the meeting was ending and he confronted Sarah.  As he watched her walk away he began to think about everything she had said.  He went to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee and sat down.  He thought hard about his conversation with Sarah.  After a few minutes he called and checked out the information she had mentioned about him almost being bankrupt and found that she was in fact correct.  It seems that all but one of his major contracts had gone elsewhere for their business because he had missed the deadlines and couldn’t be contacted.  He sat there at the table for awhile and eventually came to a decision.  First he had to talk to Karen. 

Carl went up to his room and found Karen still kneeling at his bed crying.  It almost broke his heart to see her so sad.  He reaffirmed his decision in his mind and knelt down next to Karen.  He turned her head towards his and leaned in and kissed her forehead.  He whispered to her, “Don’t cry Karen.  I understand now what I need to do.  I wish it could have been under other more normal circumstances but it is what it is.  I’ll ask Sarah tonight if she will let me marry you.  I take it you still want to get married?”

Karen finally looked into Carl’s eyes and lunged into his arms, wrapping her arms around him.  She lowered her head into his shoulder and began crying again.  Only this time it was tears of happiness.  Carl just knelt there and hugged her, patting her on the back, telling her it would be all right.

Heather was the first one to make it to school.  She made a bee line to the coach’s office.  When she got there, she found that not only was Billy there but the Junior Varsity Quarterback as well.  Billy was leaned down over the desk with the JV quarterback fucking his ass and the coach was behind the JV quarterback fucking him at the same time.  Heather took out her cell phone and began taking pictures.  She smiled as she now knew that she had another person to her growing bevy of slaves.  She waited until the action was over.  By then she had completely filled her phone’s memory with picture after picture, focusing the view on Billy and the JV quarterback. 

Heather put the phone in her purse after she emailed the pictures to Sarah and her email accounts.  She put the phone in her purse just as the coach finally came.  When he did she stood there clapping.  The JV quarterback looked at her in surprise, but neither Billy nor the Coach responded.  They had been caught at this too many times. 

Heather looked at the JV Quarterback and said, “I now have pictures of you fucking Billy up the ass Jack.  If you know what is good for you, you will meet me after football practice at the cheerleader’s practice field or those pictures might find their way into the public domain.  Now get out of here.  I need to talk to Billy.”

Heather watched as Jack quickly got dressed and scurried out of the office.  Heather shook her head and said to coach.  “I guess I should thank you for giving me enough material to blackmail Jack to do what I want with him. Now get out of here.  I have some business to talk to Billy about.”

Heather waited until Coach was dressed and out of the office before she finally looked at Billy and said, “You can get dressed.  What Sarah and I want this time won’t necessitate you being naked.  Though I’m sure at least half of the girls in this school would love to see you that way.  Now hurry up.  I don’t want to be late to class.”

As Billy got dressed, Heather took the form out that students had to fill out and turn in to run for student government.  When he was dressed Heather said, “Ok Billy.  Sarah wants you to run as the Junior Class President and Student Council Representative.  Here’s the form you need to fill out.  You need to turn it into the office before your first class.  So get busy.”

Billy looked at Heather like she had two heads and said, “But I don’t want to run for student government.  If I wanted that, don’t you think I would have filled one of those out already?”

Heather smiled and said, “Who said anything about what you want.  You know that you are in no position to refuse to do anything that Sarah or I order you to do.  We still have the old pictures and now I have new ones of you and Jack.  Now fill out the form and let’s get to the office to turn them in.  We’re running out of time.  Besides, all you have to do once you are elected is support anything that Sarah wants.  For right now our platform is a relaxation of the dress code, opening the campus at lunch time and forming a student anti-bullying committee to help rid the school of bullies.  As long as you support Sarah, we’ll be happy.  If you don’t, you won’t like the repercussions.  Now for the last time, fill out the form and let’s get to the office.”

Billy sighed in resignation and went over to sit at the coach’s desk.  It took about five minutes to fill out the form.  He finished just as the first bell rang.  Heather grabbed his hand and pulled him along saying, “Come on Billy.  We’re running out of time.  We need to get to the office.”

Heather led Billy by the hand and made it to the office just as the last bell rang.  Heather took Billy’s form and handed it to Sandy.  As she did she said, “Here are our applications for running for student government.”

Sandy looked at Heather then Billy and said, “You were supposed to have them turned in before the first bell.  I’m sorry but I can’t include you in the list of candidates.”

Heather looked at Sandy and said, “That’s not acceptable.  You will include our names in the list of candidates or I’ll tell Sarah that you weren’t very cooperative.  I think you know where that leads.  Now are you going to accept our applications or not?”

Sandy’s face paled at the threat.  She hadn’t realized that anyone other than Sarah and her friends knew about what she and the assistant principal were being black mailed with. She was correct in her belief.  Heather didn’t know the particulars of what Sarah had on the secretary but she knew that she had something on her and all of the school administration.  She stood there staring at the secretary with supreme confidence that she would get her way.  Finally Sandy diverted her eyes from Heather’s and said a bit fearfully, “I… I… I’ll include you then.  Please don’t tell Sarah I gave you a hard time.”

Heather smiled and said, “As long as our names are on the candidate list, then I won’t.  Now give us a pass so we can get back to class.  Sarah and Billy both went to their respective classes.  At the end of class, Heather went to the class room where Tamara was supposed to be waiting for her.  When she got there she wasn’t there.  She turned and hurried on towards Tamara’s next class.  She got there just as Tamara was entering the room.  She yelled “Tramp, stop.”

Tamara looked back over her shoulder and all of the color drained out of her face.  She had felt almost normal since she got to school because no one had been making her do things.  She knew immediately that she was in trouble for not waiting for her priestess.  She immediately stepped to the side of the door and assumed the slave’s kneeling position.  She looked at the floor with dread, knowing that she had disappointed Heather.  When Heather got up to where Tamara was, she grabbed her by the collar without saying anything and pulled her up.  She then led her to the girl’s bathroom.  When the door closed behind them, Heather released the collar and turned quickly around, slapping Tamara’s face at the same time.  Tamara fell to her knees in front of Heather and looked down at the floor.  She said, “I’m sorry priestess.  I didn’t know I was to wait at my last class.”

Heather asked sternly, “And what were my last orders about that?”

Tamara answered with a tone of misery in her voice saying, “That I was to be led from class to class on a leash because I was too stupid to get to class by myself.”

Heather responded, “So you obviously disobeyed my orders then didn’t you, you stupid cunt?”

Tamara sobbed a bit and answered simply, “Yes priestess.”

About that time, a girl came out of one of the stalls.  She stared at the two as she quickly washed her hands and left the bathroom.  As the door was swinging closed Heather said, “You know that you are going to have to be punished for disobeying my orders now don’t you?”

Tamara shook with fear and sobbed out, “Yes priestess.  Please forgive me.”

Heather smiled at how fearful Tamara was being and said, “Oh no.  There is no forgiveness for failing to follow orders.  There is only punishment.  After cheerleading practice, we will go to the piercing salon and get you a few more piercings and maybe another tattoo to remind you of your place and that you are not to be making any decisions on your own.  Now I have to go to the bathroom so get over here and as part of your punishment you can be my toilet.”

Heather grabbed Tamara by the hair and pulled her towards her.  She lifted her skirt and pulled her thong panties to the side as she guided Tamara’s mouth to her piss hole.  As soon as she had Tamara’s head in place she released her piss.  At first the piss hit Tamara on her nose and dribbled down and soaked her blouse before Tamara covered Heather’s piss hole with her mouth.  She then quickly drank the piss down as quickly as possible.  Heather didn’t try to slow the stream down at all and some of the piss overflowed and soaked Tamara’s blouse even further.  By the time Heather quit pissing, the front of Tamara’s blouse was very wet.  In particularly the upper slopes of her tits, causing the material over her tits to turn opaque and expose her bra. 

When Heather finally quit pissing she stepped back quickly.  Tamara began to fall over when she did and just caught herself.  Heather looked at her and saw that her slave had a bra on.  Again she slapped Tamara’s face and said, “Did I or did I not tell you to not wear a bra?”

Tamara burst out in tears and answered, “You ordered me to take my bra off two days ago.  But you didn’t say that I couldn’t wear one.”

Heather slapped Tamara again and said, “So you acknowledge that I told you to take your bra off?”

Tamara answered, “Yes Priestess.”

Heather asked, “Did I ever tell you to put one back on?”

Tamara answered, “No Priestess.”

Heather slapped Tamara’s face again and asked, “Then should you have a bra on now?”

Tamara quickly responded, “No Priestess.”

Heather stood there with her arms folded under her tits staring at Tamara and tapping her left foot impatiently on the ground.  She waited for a few moments and then said with impatience, “Welllll?”

It took Tamara a couple of moments before she realized what Heather was waiting for.  She quickly stripped off her blouse and took off her bra.  She then put her blouse back on and buttoned it up, leaving one button undone.

She then resumed her slave’s position.  Heather ordered, “Go throw that away.”

Tamara quickly got up and scrambled over to the trash can and threw her bra in the trash and then knelt in front of Heather again.  The final bell rang and Heather slapped Tamara several times as she said, “Now look what you have done you stupid cunt.  You’ve gone and made us late because you couldn’t follow orders.”

Heather then reached down and grabbed Tamara’s blouse and pulled it apart between her tits.  This popped off all of the buttons down to the second one below her tits.  As she did she said, “A little humiliation will be good for you.  Now I expect you to keep this blouse wet so that everyone can see your tits.  That’s what you get for disobeying orders.  Now let’s get to the office and get our passes.”

Heather connected the leash she had in her purse to Tamara’s collar and quickly turned to walk out of the bathroom.  Tamara was almost pulled over from the quickness of the turn but was just able to scramble up and follow her.  Tears were streaming from her eyes as Heather led her to the office.  While on the way to the office, Heather took out her cell phone and called Karen and asked her to set up an appointment at the tattoo and piercing studio they had been before.  She told Karen to make it happen, no matter what it took.  Once they got to the office Sandy quickly gave them a pass to class without saying anything, remembering the confrontation with Heather that morning and seeing the way Tamara looked. 

Heather quickly thanked Sandy and led Tamara to her class.  While they were walking to class, Heather ordered, “During this class, you are to get a boy off.  I don’t care how you do it but when he cums, you make sure he cums on your face.  If you don’t have fresh cum dripping down your face when I pick you up to take you to your next class, then your punishment will be doubled.”

Heather turned and then went to her own class.  She was too excited to pay much attention to class.  Back in Tamara’s class room, after she entered the class and handed the note to her teacher, she went to her seat in the back of the room.  She waited for a few minutes trying to figure out how to do what her priestess ordered.  Fortunately there was a boy on either side of her.  While everyone’s attention was on the teacher working problems on the board, Tamara reached over to the boy on her left, farthest away from the teacher.  She put her hand on his pants just above his cock.  She glanced at him briefly and found him staring at her hand.  He had a stunned expression on his face when he looked up at Tamara and then back down to her hand on his cock. 

Tamara kept looking at the teacher as her hand moved up to the boy’s zipper and opened it.  She reached in and pulled out the boy’s now stiff cock.  She grasped his cock just below the head and began to pump up and down.  She heard a stifled moan come from the boy.  When the boy moaned she felt his cock get a little bit firmer and larger.  She saw the teacher turn his back on the class to do another problem on the board as she felt the boy’s dick, spasm in her hand.  She knew he was about to cum.  Oblivious now of anything else, she quickly got out of her desk and knelt on the floor.  She quickly pumped the boy’s cock with both hands and leaned over his cock just in time for the first spurt of cum to hit her right between the eyes.  There were several more spurts and all but the last couple landed on her face.  She quickly and quietly got back into her seat before the teacher turned back around.  When she looked around though, it seemed that half of the class was staring at her.  She blushed terribly in embarrassment and just focused on trying to listen to what the teacher was saying and trying to ignore the fact that cum was dripping down her face.

When the bell rang, she listened as all of her classmates that were in proximity to her called her a slut, a whore and many other names.  She cried silently as she picked up her books, put them in her back pack and left the room.  She had just gotten into position when Heather arrived. 

Heather smiled as she saw Tamara’s face.  She knew that she wanted her to be humiliated some more.  As she attached the leash and began leading Tamara to her next class she ordered, “You did very good slave.  But your punishment is just beginning.  You are to leave the cum on your face like that for the rest of the day.  At no time are you to clean your face.  Now in your next class I want you to suck a boy off.  Again you are to let him cum on your face.  If you are caught and sent to the office I expect you to finish sucking the boy to completion before you stop.  If the teacher takes you to the office, I expect you to suck him off and make him cum on your face as well.  Then when you get to the office I want you to suck off both the principal and assistant principal and have them cum on your face.  Now don’t disappointment me you stupid cunt.  You can’t afford anymore screw ups.”

Tamara, with her head down and staring at the floor meekly answered, “Yes mistress.”

As Heather left for class, Tamara went into her class.  In this class, seating had been assigned and she was close to the front.  There were only a couple of rows in front of her.  The good news was that the desks were wide and had two chairs per desk.  The person sitting next to her was one of the fattest most repulsive guys in the school.  She hated having to sit next to him every day.  But now he was the only one she could conceivably give a blow job to.  She waited for the teacher to start lecturing and turn away before she slid down out of her chair and got under the desk.  She quickly moved in front of the filthy fat guy and undid his pants.  The boy gasped as he felt her hands opening his zipper and grabbing his cock.  He was a virgin, not surprising since he was grossly obese and filthy.  He rarely bathed except when his mother made him which hardly ever happened. 

Heather pulled the boys cock out and leaned in to take it into her mouth.  The stench was so bad that she almost puked from the smell.  She knew from the smell that his cock was going to taste just as bad as the smell.  She held her breath and leaned in and took his cock into her mouth and began to suck.  Just as she did, she heard the girl that sat behind her say, “Mr. Williams, Tamara is sucking Rodney off.  That’s gross.”

Mr. Williams turned and his face turned red with anger at seeing Tamara on her knees under her desk doing exactly what the girl had said.  He stopped his lecture and ordered, “Tamara, stop that right now and go to the office.  I will not have that kind of behavior in class.”

Tamara ignored the teacher as Heather had ordered and kept right on sucking.  Fortunately the boy had a very short trigger and just as the teacher started to grab her from behind to pull her away he started cumming on her face.  She locked one arm around his legs to prevent the teacher from pulling her away and continued to pump Rodney’s cock while it seemed to pump an endless amount of cum all over her face.  Finally when he stopped cumming, she let go of her other hand and let the teacher pull her out. 

He took her by the collar of her blouse and pushed her ahead of him as he left the classroom and took her to the office.  They were halfway there when Tamara just purposely collapsed to the floor, causing the teacher to lose his grasp on her collar.  She quickly turned around and frantically pulled his zipper down and grabbed at his cock.  The teacher backed away but Tamara crawled forward just as quick and continued to attack her teacher’s crotch.  Finally she was able to get his hardening cock out of his pants.

Mr. Williams ordered, “Stop that right now Tamara.  I don’t know what has gotten into you but you have to stop or you’ll be expelled.  If someone sees what you’re doing I could get fired, now stop!” He exclaimed almost desperately at the end.

Tamara wasn’t about to stop.  She finally had his cock in her mouth and was sucking furiously on his cock right there in the middle of the hallway of school.  Fortunately there was no one in the hall because classes were in session.  It wasn’t long before Tamara’s efforts were rewarded with a short shot of cum.  The older teacher only gave her a couple of squirts of cum but she knelt back in satisfaction at having done what her priestess ordered. 

Mr. Williams was too stunned at first to do anything and finally got his wits about him and put his deflating cock away.  He was even angrier now and grabbing Tamara by her blouse collar he literally drug her to the office.  He told Sandy what happened in class and then turned away, heading back to class.  He didn’t mention what Tamara had done in the hallway.  He was so ashamed at having let it happen that he just hoped she wouldn’t say anything about it.  He knew that the video cameras throughout the school had to have caught what she did.  He was fearful it would cost him his job and maybe land him in jail. 

Tamara was immediately taken into Assistant Principal Johnson’s office.  As soon as she was in the office he looked at her and said, “What’s this about sucking off a boy in class.  Don’t you know that kind of behavior will not be tolerated?  I’m going to have to suspend you for this.”

Tamara had tears streaming down her cheeks.  This was the first time she had ever been called to the office.  She blurted out, “But I was just following Priestess Heather’s and Goddess Sarah’s orders sir.  I didn’t have a choice.  Surely you know how mighty and powerful Goddess Sarah and her priestess are.  I couldn’t disobey them.  Please don’t expel me.  I’ll let you fuck me or I’ll suck you off.  I’ll do anything you want.  Just please cum on my face.  That’s the only way I can make priestess happy.”

Hank was surprised at first but realized that he shouldn’t be.  This smelled like something Sarah and her crew might do.  He felt sorry for Tamara in a way but his cock was feeling excited because it knew it was going to get some action soon.  He knew better than to try and stop something that Sarah was behind.  It would be bad for him and the rest of the administrative staff.  He decided that if he was going to have to fuck her, he would do it the way he wanted.  He ordered, “I understand that you are only trying to follow orders.  But I have to punish you somehow.  Now lean over the desk and pull up your skirt.  I’m going to fuck your ass nice and hard as punishment. 

Heather moved in front of the desk and leaned over it.  She lifted her short skirt and pulled her ass cheeks apart.  Hank saw that she had a butt plug in her ass as he stepped up to her.  He pulled the plug out and quickly replaced it with his cock.  He groaned in pleasure as her ass began to tighten around his hard cock.  He began to saw his cock in and out of her asshole as he spanked her ass cheeks with his hands.  He ordered, “Squeeze your asshole like your pinching off a turd.  That plug has made you so wide that I can barely feel you.  Ahhhhh, that’s a girl.”

Tamara began to repeatedly clench and release her ass causing Hank to moan with pleasure each and every time.  As he started to get more and more out of breath from brutally fucking her ass Tamara said, “Please cum on my face sir.  I have to have your cum on my face.”

That was all Hank could take.  He pulled out and Tamara quickly swirled around and knelt in front of him.  She took his filthy cock in her hands and pumped it rapidly a couple of strokes before he began to cum all over her face.  When he stopped cumming, she leaned forward and took his filthy cock into her mouth.  She wretched a little from the acrid taste of her own shit but she was beginning to get used to it. 

When she was done, she put Hank’s cock back into his pants and helped him buckle up.  When he was dressed she leaned back onto her heals and looked up at him and begged, “Please take me to the principal Mr. Johnson.  I have to do the same thing for the principal too.”

Hank turned and headed out the door.  Tamara quickly got up and followed.  Hank immediately entered Principal Meyer’s office.  As they entered, Jim looked up from his desk and said, “What do you need Hank.  Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Hank smiled and said, “Just thought you would like a chance at this delectable beauty.  It seems that she is being punished for something by Heather and Sarah.  She needs you to cum on her face.  She said she didn’t care how you did her as long as you cum on her face.  So here she is.  Have some fun.  I sure did.”

Jim looked at Tamara’s cum covered face.  He asked, “Is this true?”

Tamara was looking at the ground with tears streaming down her cheeks and mixing with the cum there.  She just quietly shook her head yes.”

Jim smiled and said, “If this is what you are being ordered to do then just stand up and strip for me and Hank.”  He turned and hit the intercom and when Sandy answered he ordered, “Sandy, Hank and I are going to be indisposed for a bit.  We don’t want to be disturbed.”

Jim turned to Hank and ordered, “Go lock the door.  Can’t have someone accidently coming in while we have some fun.”

Hank locked the door just as Tamara stripped the last of her clothes off of her athletically trim body.  When she was naked she stood there with her hands behind her back with her head down.  Jim got up and walked up to her.  He reached out and none too gently began to feel her tits and pinch her nipples.  He walked around her and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart.  He saw the gaping hole that was her asshole.  He looked at Hank and said, “You sure stretched her out Hank.  What did you do, stuff your fist up her ass?”

Hank laughed and then replied, “Nah.  She had this monster butt plug in her ass before I fucked her.  At first I could hardly feel a thing.  But after a few slaps on the ass I got her to tighten up around my cock just fine.  I’m sure that if it was good for me, it will be great for you. Just remember though that if you cum, she says you have to cum on her face.”

Jim quickly pulled his cock out of his pants and stepped in front of Tamara.  He ordered, “Your asshole is too loose for me.  You can give me a good blow job.  You better take the whole thing into your throat too.”

Tamara didn’t hesitate to do what he ordered.  She quickly leaned in and took his cock into her mouth.  She reached behind Jim and grabbed hold of his ass on either side.  She then closed her eyes and began to force his long cock down her throat.  She didn’t quite get all of it the first time so she pulled off and did it again.  She failed the second time as well.  The third time, Jim grabbed the back of her head and when she got as far as she could he pulled her toward him hard, forcing the last of his cock down her throat.  He then proceeded to fuck his cock in and out of her face, forcing it down her throat each time.  He fucked Tamara’s face for a good ten minutes before he pulled back and began to cum all over it.  At the same time Tamara felt more cum hitting the side of her face.  Hank had gotten so excited from watching the brutal face fuck that he pulled his cock out and began to jack off.  Even though he had cum just a few minutes before, he quickly stiffened and came anyway.

When Jim was done with Tamara, he pulled out and put his cock back into his pants.  He told Tamara, “You need to tell Sarah that she needs to tone things down a bit.  If word gets out that you are doing this kind of stuff, it will all come to a grinding halt.  I obviously can’t interfere but I do ask her to consider the repercussions of what she is doing getting out to the school board or the authorities.  I don’t think that she wants that kind of publicity.  We’ll continue to do our part because we have no choice but if others get involved, I can’t do anything about it.”

Tamara, while avoiding making eye contact, just nodded and answered, “Yes Sir.”

After that, Tamara was released.  It was in time for her to just make it back to her class as the rest of the students were filing out.  She quickly took position on her knees in the hallway just to the left of the door.  She listened as student after student walked by her and called her every filthy name in the book.  The big fat boy that she had sucked off just walked by with a shit eating grin on his face.  She remembered how she had been so popular before and how she was now no better than the scum of the earth.  Then she remembered that it was because she had turned on her goddess and she was being punished for her transgressions.  She truly regretted her actions and wished she could take it all back but knew there was nothing that could be done. 

Heather came up to slave tammy tramp and saw that her face was totally covered with cum.  She looked at Tamara and smiled.  She attached the leash to her collar and as she pulled her slave along behind her she said, “I see that you got sent to the office.  Did you do the teacher like I ordered?”

Tamara meekly answered that she had.  Heather smiled and said, “I wish I had that video.  It would give us some power over Mr. Williams.” 

Tamara knew that every part of the school was under camera surveillance.  She didn’t want to but she dared not fail to mention it for fear of punishment and just maybe it would get her back in good graces with her priestess.  She quietly said, “Priestess?”

Heather stopped and looked at Tamara and asked, “What is it slave.”

Tamara hesitantly said, “T…t…the school surveillance cameras should have caught me sucking Mr. Williams off.  I’m sure that Mr. Meyers could get you the copy.  Oh, and he asked that you be careful about what you are doing or word could get out to the authorities from one of the other students or their parents.”

Heather looked at Tamara with surprise.  She said, “I hadn’t thought of that.  Let’s go to the office real quick.”

Heather hurried off to the office.  As soon as they walked in, they saw that Principal Meyers was at the secretary’s desk talking to Sandy.  He stood up when he saw Heather.  Heather immediately and confidently ordered, “Mr. Meyers, just before Tamara was brought into the office, she sucked off Mr. Williams in the hallway between here and his class room.  I want the surveillance tape of that.  If you get it for me, I’ll quit having Tamara suck off boys in class.  What do you say?”

Jim Meyers quickly said, “I will.  I’ll give it to Coach Mary Beth to give to you after cheerleader practice.  Now you better get to class or you’ll be late.”

Heather smiled and turned saying as she went, “Thanks Mr. Meyers.  I knew I could count on you.”

As Heather led Tamara to her next class she said, “Thanks for that tramp.  I will lighten your punishment for being so helpful.  Now instead of having you suck boys off in class, I’ll just take you to the boys’ bathroom between classes so that you can suck at least one boy off each time.  There is less chance of getting in trouble that way.

For the rest of the day Heather found Tamara kneeling besides the door to her class waiting for Heather.  Each time, her blouse looked like she had poured a glass of water on it and her teenaged tits were exposed through the almost completely transparent material.  Her face was a mess with the dried cum on it and true to her word Heather took her straight to the boys' bathroom where she sucked of one to three boys off between classes, allowing each of them to cum on her face.  Her face was usually a bright shade of red from the embarrassment of having her tits exposed and cum crusted all over her face.  What little reputation she had left was totally gone as word quickly spread throughout the school that Tamara was sucking boys off in the bathroom and running around with cum all over her face.  Heather kept reminding Tamara of her place and that she was to never forget that she only followed orders and didn’t try to think for herself.

At the end of the last period, Heather took Tamara to the cheerleading practice.  While at practice, they went about practicing their cheers while Tamara was accosted and raped again like she was the day before. 

Over and over again she was raped in all of her holes.  At the end of practice, Heather chased off the boys.  She was looking at the now totally cum covered Tamara and she shook her head.  She mocked her saying, “You really do get into being slutty, don’t you tramp.”

Tamara had long since quit crying but if she could she would have as she answered, “I don’t like doing these things priestess but you order it so I do it.  Please have mercy on me and let me go back to my normal life.  I can’t keep doing this.”

Heather smiled evilly and answered, “Oh you can and you will.  I promise you that there is no going back.  I love having you as my little slutty tramp too much to ever let you go.  Just think about having to do these things for the rest of your life.  That’s all you’re good for now, isn’t it?”

Tamara lowered her head and sobbed, but without a tear in her eye as she answered with a mix of despair and resignation, “Whatever priestess wants.”

Heather looked towards the football field and saw Jack heading her way.  She then heard a door slam behind her.  She turned and saw Coach Mary coming toward her with a tape in her hand.  She was walking a bit bowlegged, like she had just been fucked up the ass, which is exactly what had just happened.  As the cheerleaders were practicing, Principal Meyers had been in the Coach’s office giving her asshole a royal reaming with his huge cock.  Coach Mary just handed her the tape and said, “Principal Meyer said that this is the tape that you wanted.”  She turned and left for her car.  Coach Mary had tears streaming down her face.  It was going to take a while before she got used to the new order of things.  She couldn’t imagine how things could get much worse.  Little did she know that things could in fact get much worse and that it would happen much quicker than she could ever have dreamed.

When Jack finally joined Heather and Tamara he was panting from running the whole way.  When he finally stopped in front of Heather he said, “I’m here Heather.  What do you want now?”

Heather smiled and said, “First I want you to prove to me that you aren’t a queer.  I could never accept a homo into my circle.  Now being Bi is okay but I have no desire to be around a homo.  I want you to put Tamara here on her back and fuck the living daylights out of her.  While you are doing that, I have been having her collect a nice reward for you all day long.  While you are fucking her, I want you to lick her face clean.  If you don’t, the pictures will be posted everywhere first thing in the morning proving that you are nothing but a queer.

Jack looked at Tamara and saw that her face was so covered in cum that there wasn’t any flesh that was showing.  His face went white as he realized just what he was being ordered to do.  He had never taken a cock in his mouth or sucked anyone off.  Taking it in the ass by coach was the limit of his homosexual experience.  As a matter of fact, that morning was the first time that there had been someone there other than coach.  The only reason he even allowed anyone to get near him with a cock was because he wanted so desperately to be a quarterback. 

He looked back at Heather and said, “You have got to be kidding Heather.  That’s sick.”

Heather’s face turned stormy and she looked Jack in the eyes and said, “First rule you are going to have to learn Jack is that I don’t kid around about stuff like this.  You know what Tamara was like until a few days ago and what she is like now.  Either you do what I want willingly or I will turn you into a little lap puppy like she is that has no will or desire other than to please me.  It’s your choice, but make sure you make the right one.  Either way, your reputation is going to suffer.  It’s just that you have to decide if you want everyone to think that you are the boy toy of a cheerleader or a homosexual deviant that loves nothing more than a cock in his ass or mouth.  Take your pick because those are your only two choices.”

Jack looked at Heather like she had two heads.  He started to say something but thought better of it.  Finally he turned towards Tamara, took a deep swallow to force the bile back down to his stomach that was threatening to come up and he quickly pushed her down onto her back.  He fumbled with his cock as he tried to get it out of the tight football pants.  Finally in frustration he pulled the pants and his jock strap down and off.  He immediately got down on all fours with his knees between hers.  He quickly lined up his cock with her overflowing, cum filled cunt and forced it in, in one quick plunge.  He began to fuck her, pumping his cock in and out over and over again. 

He had been fucking Tamara for a couple of minutes when Heather leaned down to his ear and reminded him saying, “You better get licking that face of hers or else.  I won’t remind you again.  Oh, and you better swallow every bit of it too.”

After a couple of false starts, Jack finally stuck out his tongue and began to lick the cum from Tamara’s face.  The first couple of licks were very tentative because he was trying to keep the contents of his stomach from coming up.  With each successive lick however, he got more used to it.  Eventually he was licking it up with full deliberate licks, filling his mouth with the mix of several other boys’ cum.  He came inside her cunt before he was half through licking her face clean.  Heather made him continue licking her face though until he had licked up every last drop of cum on her face and neck.  During the whole time, she took picture after picture of him licking the cum off of Tamara’s face keeping the focus on his face so that by looking at the picture you could recognize him but not that it was a girl he was licking cum off of.

Finally when Heather was satisfied she announced, “Let’s get you two to the showers and cleaned up.  We have an appointment to keep.  To save time, you two can shower together and clean the other up, but no hanky-panky because we are pressed for time.  Now let’s hurry it up.”

Heather led the two into the cheerleader’s locker room and watched as the two stripped out of their clothes.  She enjoyed the show as the two teens quickly went about their task of cleaning the other.  Ten minutes later, Tamara was dressed back in her cum crusted clothes. Jack had to go across the hall to the boys’ locker room and get his street clothes and was soon in his clothes.  They all got into Heather’s car and she took them to the tattoo and piercing salon. 

When they entered the petite little Goth clerk asked, “How may we help you Ma’am?”

Heather quickly answered, “I have an appointment for the rest of the evening for some tattoos and piercings.  You should have two names listed, one is under Tamara and the other Jack.”

The clerk smiled and looked at Tamara and Jack and then back to Heather and stated, “So you’re these two’s mistress then?  I must say you have yourself a couple of really cute slaves.  I can’t wait to see what you have done to them.”

Heather let a sigh of impatience, looked at the clerk and said, “We’re a bit anxious to get started.  I’d like to talk to Mac about what I want to happen to the cunt and my boy toy.”

Jack looked at Heather with surprise.  He hadn’t expected this.  He hated the thought of being pierced.  He said, “What are you going to do to me.”

Heather smiled and said, “Oh I thought that you needed a few rings and a tattoo.  I plan on having you get ear rings, nipple rings and a cock ring.  You will have a tattoo just like Tamara’s on the back of your head.  I won’t make you stay bald like she is as long as you keep me happy.  You will have to lose the hair now but it can grow back.  But if at anytime I sense that you aren’t going to obey me, I’ll make you lose the hair permanently.  Now shut up and just do as you’re told.”

Jack sat down on a chair wondering what the hell had happened to his life.  Heather turned and went into the back to talk to Mac. While he was there he looked at Tamara.  That was the only positive thing about this whole thing.  He had always had a crush on Tamara since he was a freshman and she was a sophomore on the JV cheerleading squad.  He figured he would never have a chance with her and now here he was alongside her, being ordered to fuck her and who knows what else to her.  No that was something he never imagined in his wildest dreams but since he seemed to have lost all control over his life, at least he was with her. 

Soon Heather came out and took Tamara back to Mac.  She watched as he strapped her arms and legs to what looked like a modified OB table.  When he was done, Heather watched as he spread her legs wide, displaying her red and abused cunt to his view.  That’s when Heather turned to leave. 

Mac proceeded to take his largest grade needle.  He laid out a box with six thick gold rings that were a half inch in diameter and about an 8 gage in width.  He first sterilized Tamara’s inner and outer labia with an antiseptic wipe.  Once he sterilized the area he proceeded on the right side of her cunt and pinched the inner labia and pulled them up.  He then pushed the needle through about a quarter of an inch below her clit.  As he pushed the needle through the sensitive flesh, Tamara screamed in pain.  That was one of the things that Heather had talked to Mac about.  As part of her punishment for tramp, she was to be pierced without anesthetic.  Once the needle was all of the way through her inner labia he put the open end of the ring against the end of the needle and proceeded to push the ring through the new flesh wound.  This caused Tamara even more pain.  Once the ring was all of the way through, he took a special set of pliers and closed the ring.  He then repeated the process on the opposite inner labia about a half inch down from that ring.  After that he put another ring in the center of her inner labia on the right and then one a half inch down on the left one.  He put another ring about three quarters of an inch up from the end of her inner labia on the right and finally one about a quarter of an inch up on the left.  When he was done he took a gold metal rod and pushed it through the rings from the bottom ring until the other end was touching her clit ring.  There was a lip on the back end that kept the rod from pushing through the ring.  There was a small eye bolt on that end and on the opposite end there was a small eye bolt as well.  He ran a padlock through the eye bolt on the front end of the rod next to the clit ring and locked the rod to her clit ring. 

Once Mac was done with her cunt he moved to her head.  He took the same needle and began to pinch her lips about a fourth of the way from the right corner of her mouth.  He pushed the needle through, right at the top edge of her lip.  He immediately pushed a matching gold ring to the ones he had just installed through the new piercing.  He repeated this process on her lower lip, just below the first piercing.  He then put two rings on the left side on both her lower and upper lips about a fourth of the way from the corner of her mouth.  When he was done he took a small gold rod that had two open hooks on either end.  He put a hook on each ring and then pushed a button on the center of the bar that released a spring that caused the hooks to close around the rings.  He then removed all of the piercings on her nose and tits and replaced them with matching rings to the ones he had just put in. Finally he put a matching set of rings through the tragus, the center raised point of her ear opposite of her ear lobes.  

Once the rings and bar were installed Mac took a long gold chain and folded it in half.  He hooked it up to Tamara’s nose ring at the center point.  He attached each side of the chain to the gold ear ring he had just put in.  He left a little slack in the chain so she could move her head without it pulling too badly.  He next connected the chain to her lower lip rings on either side again with just a little bit of slack.  He then attached the chain to her tits with the chain on her right lip ring going to her left nipple ring and the one on the left lip ring going to her right nipple ring with the chain crossing through the D ring of her slave collar.  He pulled the chain down from her tits to her clit, ran both ends of the chain through the clit ring and then through her crotch and through the ring at the base of the rod locking her cunt closed, on the opposite end from her clit.  He took a large butt plug that had a ring in the end of it.  He connected both ends of the chain to the ring in the butt plug and then forced the plug into her ass after removing the smaller one she had been wearing all day. 

When he was done with the gold piercings and the chain he filled the rest of her ears with piercings and put the ear rings with stars, moons, suns and dogs to match the number of guys and animals she had fucked.  Her ears were covered with the ear rings and they looked gaudy.  There wasn’t a bit of flesh left for him to pierce after this.  Any future rings would have to be added to the existing ones.  Finally he took out his tattoo gun and began putting a tattoo on her forehead.  The first tattoo was one of an eye on the right side of her forehead.  When he was done it looked just like her right eye as that was what he modeled it after.  He then changed the color of ink to red and tattooed a red heart in the center of her forehead.  Finally he replaced the ink with black and tattooed a silhouette of a dog fucking a girl on her left side of her forehead.  When he stepped back he admired his work.  The only message that anyone would get from looking at the tattoos was “I Love Fucking Dogs”.

After finishing the tattoo on her forehead, he began to tattoo permanent makeup on her face.  This included eye shadow, a permanent blush on her cheeks and a bright red on her lips as if she had lipstick permanently on her lips.  During the whole tattooing process, Tamara moaned and groaned in pain. 

Finally Mac was done and he released the bindings holding Tamara down to the table.  He took her to the full length mirror and had her stand in front of it and look at herself.  Tamara immediately started crying at what she saw.  She looked like a sleazy prostitute.  As a matter of fact she thought that the average street walker looked better than she did.  Her priestess said she was going to be punished but in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined that it would be this bad.  She would be the laughing stock of the whole school now if she wasn’t already.  Tears streamed down her cheeks at what she saw but knew she couldn’t complain.  It would just upset her priestess.

While Tamara was being pierced and tattooed, Heather went back out to Jack and ordered, “Tell me about your home life.  I want to know everything.  Don’t even think of leaving anything out because if you do, I promise you that I will treat you worse than I do Tamara.”

Jack looked at Heather with a bit of fear and after a few moments pause to collect his thoughts he answered, “There’s not much to tell.  I live with my mom.  I don’t know who my dad is because I never met him.  I think my mom is a waitress or something because she goes to work at three in the afternoon before I get home from school.  The thing is, she doesn’t get home until usually after I have left for school.  The place she works at must like their employees to dress sexy because all she has in her closet are extremely revealing skirts and dresses.  The few times I see her she is usually walking around like she is in pain and like she has something in her ass.  That’s about all I can tell you.  I’m pretty much on my own most of the time.  Well that isn’t really true.  I was on my own most of the time until the last month.  My mom has been home almost every night and she has been crying and very depressed.  I don’t know what is wrong because she won’t tell me.  She tries to not let me see her cry but I hear her in her room.  The bottom line is that I have been on my own for as long as I can remember and the only reason I do well in school is because I want to go to college and know that getting good grades is the only way.  I’m not good enough at football to get a scholarship, I know that.  That’s why Billy is the starting quarterback as a Junior and I’m the back up as a Senior.”

Heather nodded her head and said, “Okay, so there won’t be any trouble then with you getting home late or anything like that.  For the most part you can do anything you want, is that correct?”

Jack just nodded his head in agreement.  Heather slapped him on the face and said, “From now on, when we’re not in school, I want you to answer me by saying ‘Yes Mistress or No Mistress’.  Any other answer and you will be punished.  Do you understand boy toy?”

Jack lowered his head and nodded his head yes and said “Yes Mistress.”

Jack and Heather continued talking about things in general for a while when Mac led a naked Tamara out to the waiting room, stopping just in front of Heather.  When Mac stopped he asked Heather, How does it look?”  Is this the look you were going for?”

Heather looked at Tamara and what she saw was exactly what she had hoped for.  Anyone looking at Tamara from now on would know automatically that she was a sex slave and that she loved to fuck dogs.  With the outfits she made her wear to school, her reputation would be forever sealed in the gutter.  She would be the laughing stock of the entire school.  Heather got up and walked around her slave and saw that the chain was attached to a butt plug in her ass.  She looked at Mac and said, “I didn’t order a butt plug or anything but I like it.  Is there going to be an extra charge for that?”

Mac smiled and said, “Nah, when I saw that she already had a butt plug in I decided that I would replace it free of charge.  It just seemed right to have the chain connected to the butt plug so I attached it to this one.  I took the liberty of increasing the size by another half inch too.  If you decide to go bigger, I have a couple more models that go up to four inches wide.  This one is three while the one you had was two and a half.  Now it’s getting pretty late so I better get on with this guy here.  Come on Jack and follow me.  It’s your lucky day.  Not very many customers get to feel Mandy’s sweet lips on their cock like you are going to do.  She is quite the cute little Goth sex slave isn’t she?”

Mac turned and went back to his operating area.  Jack reluctantly got up and followed him like he was going to his own funeral.  When he entered the room, he immediately saw that Mandy, the little Goth receptionist, was naked.  She was covered in rings and piercings all over her body.  She was also covered in tattoos as well.  She had the cutest little tits with nipples almost a half inch long.  She came up to him and began to help him out of his clothes.  His cock immediately began to get hard at the thought that this cute little thing would be wrapping her lips around his cock.  He just kind of watched as she stripped him and then took him by the hand and led him to the OB table.  He didn’t resist when she began to cuff his hands and legs to the table.  What was the point?  Heather would just come in and threaten him with revealing those photos if he did.

When he was strapped to the table, they sat him up and lowered the part supporting his head.  Mac took a set of clippers and began to cut his hair off.  As he did that, Mandy was busy setting out the shaving gear.  As soon as Mac was finished cutting his hair off in a butch cut, Mandy took over and began to lather up his head.  She then proceeded to shave his head until he was completely bald.  She quickly toweled his head dry and backed away. 

Mac stepped up with the tattoo gun.   He proceeded to tattoo the same tiger’s head on the back of his head that he had put on Tamara the first time she was in the shop for her piercings and tattoos.  After he finished with the tattoo, Mac lowered him back down until he was lying down.  He then pierced Jack’s earlobes and put the same gold ear rings in that he had put in Tamara.  Next he pierced Jack’s nipples.  Instead of using a needle though like he had with Tamara, he used a piercing gun.  Mandy first sterilized his nipples and then rubbed an anesthetic on them to deaden them.  Then Mac lined the piercing gun up with each nipple so that the ring would be horizontal.  When he pulled the trigger, the gun pierced his nipple.  All he felt was a little tug, but no pain. Mac then put gold rings on his nipples that matched the ones in his ears.

The final piercing was going to be the hardest.  Suddenly Jack felt a wetness on his cock.  While he was being tattooed and pierced his cock had become totally deflated.  When he looked down he saw Mandy with his cock in her mouth and she was sucking him and running her tongue all over his cock while she stared straight into his eyes.  She took him to a point just shy of him cumming.  When he was at his maximum size and hardness she took a wet towelette and rubbed it all around the head of his cock.  It had a chemical in it that not only numbed the area but it also increased blood flow to the area for about twenty minutes.  This helped to keep his cock hard for the procedure.  Next she dipped a two inch long Q-tip into the same liquid that was on the towelette and then she rammed the entire length into his urethra.  This deadened the inside of his cock as well.

Mac finally stepped up and looked at Jack.  He said, “Even though we have deadened the area, it will still hurt a little.  There is no getting around the pain.  But it will just feel like a little pin prick and not the excruciating pain that it would have been.  Now try to hold as still as possible so we only have to stick you once.”

Mac then ripped open a sterilizing wipe and thoroughly sterilized the top three inches of Jacks six inch cock.  He then took a three inch long Q-tip and dipped it into the antibiotic liquid and rammed the thing down his urethra.  When he was done he picked up a long slightly curved needle.  He held it up next to Jack’s cock so that the sharp end was lined up with the frenulum at the most sensitive underside of his cockhead and when held along his cock head, the end of the needle would come out the urethra.  He wasn’t satisfied so he picked up another needle that was curved just a little more.  He did that with three more needles until he found the one with just the right curve that he wanted.  He then pushed the needle into his piss hole and began to push the needle straight in.  He began to push the needle in a curve so that the needle pierced his urethra and came out exactly in the center of his frenulum under the center rim under his cock head right at the most sensitive part.  When he pushed the needle through Jack groaned in pain, but at least it was tolerable.  When the needle was all of the way through, Mac took a slightly larger gold ring and threaded it through the piercing.  He locked the ring in place and then stepped back. 

Mac turned to look at Jack and said, “Don’t have any sex for at least 24 hours until that heals.  Follow the same instructions for this piercing that you do for the others.  Don’t worry about taking a piss.  Urine is sterile so it won’t do anything other than maybe stinging a little.  Mandy will give you an instruction sheet when she is done.  Now let’s go show your mistress your new look.”

Mac walked out to the waiting area where Tamara was kneeling on the floor in front of a chair instead of sitting down.  Heather saw Jack coming out behind Mac and she smiled.  Everyone would know that Tamara and Jack were together because the piercings were identical and the tattoos on the back of their head were identical as well.  She smiled and turned to Mac saying, “You did a wonderful job, just like last time.  Thanks Mac.  Karen will bring you your check and your bonus tomorrow.  When she does, you can play with her all you want for a couple of hours.  You’ll find she is most willing.  Her mistress has already given her the order to make you very happy for fitting us in over your other customers.  Thanks again.”

Heather got up and walked up to Jack.  She put a collar around his neck and locked it on.  It was a heavier black collar similar in design to the one that Tamara wore only more masculine.  She then gave Mac and Mandy a hug each and turned to her two slaves and said, “Come on then.  It’s getting late and we have to drop Jack by his house before we head out to the estate and drop you off.  As it is I won’t get home until after midnight so let’s hurry.”

Heather got into the car and as Jack started to get into the front with her.  Heather turned to him and said, “You haven’t earned the privilege of riding up front with me.  You will always sit in the back with tramp unless I say otherwise.  If you piss me off, you’ll ride in the trunk.  Now get in and let’s get going.”

Heather drove to Jack’s house.  The neighborhood he lived in was a typical middle class neighborhood that you would find anywhere.  It was far beyond what a waitress should be able to afford and that got Heather wondering what she really did for a living.  There had to be more to the story than what Jack knew.  She decided to get out with Jack and go in to see where he lived.  She pulled up in the driveway and parked.  She turned and said, “I’m going in with you Jack.  I want to see your house and see your room so I can understand you better.  Tramp, you just sit here and masturbate until I get back.  Don’t cum though or I’ll have to punish you again.”

Heather and Jack got out and started walking along the sidewalk leading to the front door.  They had to pass right by the front bay window to get to the door.  As they approached the window, they heard through the open side window the sound of a woman crying.  Heather stopped and held Jack back.  She turned and whispered, “I thought you said she wasn’t home in the evenings.”

Jack whispered back, “Remember that I said that for the last month she’s been around more and crying all of the time.  This is what I listen to every night.”

Just about that time the crying stopped and they heard Jack’s mother sob out quietly, “Why did you have to die master.  Why did you have to fight the police?  I wouldn’t have said anything.  I was happy to be your slave.  What am I going to do now?  I’m being evicted from the house you promised me.  I want you to come back master.  Please come back.  I don’t know what to do.  I’ve devoted myself to you for as long as I can remember.  Please come back.”  She broke down again and began to sob.  She got up off of the couch and left the room. 

Heather saw that Jack’s mom was wearing a collar on her neck.  It was a fine black collar but there was no mistaking that it was a slave’s collar to anyone that had any experience with the BDSM Lifestyle.  Before this school year, Heather wouldn’t have thought anything about such a collar but since she had been Tamara’s mistress and being around Sarah and her slaves, she now recognized it for what it was.  In a moment of clarity she knew exactly what she was going to do.  She took Jack’s hand and ordered quietly, “Come on.  Let’s go in now while she is out of the room.  Don’t make any noise because I don’t want her to know you are home yet.”

Heather led Jack into the living room.  She whispered to him, “I want you to strip and get on your knees like you’ve seen Tamara do.  I want you to just kneel there in front of the TV until I tell you different.”

Jack looked at Heather like she had lost her head.  He responded in a forceful whisper, “You want me to do what?”

Heather gave Jack her most severe and commanding look and ordered quietly, “I told you that I want you naked and kneeling right there in front of the TV.  I want you so your mother doesn’t see you until she comes in the room and then I want her to be distracted by the way your dressed, or undressed I should say.  Now unless you want everything you’ve gone through up until now to keep those photos private to go to waste, get naked and on your knees with your hands behind your head.”

Jack was torn between following Heather’s orders and what he knew would be his mother’s reaction when she saw him.  He kept looking at the stairs and then at Heather.  Finally after a couple of looks at Heather and then up the stairs where his mother had gone, when he looked back to the stairs, Heather let go and slapped him hard across the face.  Her face was filled with anger when he quickly jerked around to look at her.  When his eyes were focused on her she said, “You’ve just earned your first punishment.  Now if you don’t want to end up like Tramp out there, you better do as I say.  Trust me, it will all work out.”

Jack finally gave in.  His shoulders slumped and his head went down as he slowly but quietly stripped off his clothes.  When he was naked he stepped in front of the television and knelt in the slave’s position with his hands behind his head.  It was about ten minutes later that his mother came down the stairs in her robe.  She still had the collar on.  It was obvious that she had just taken a bath.  She still looked like she had been crying but at the moment she wasn’t.

Jack’s mother was at the bottom of the stairs before she noticed that there was someone else in the house.  She saw Heather sitting on the couch.  She saw that she was a young girl, probably a friend of Jack’s she figured.  She continued towards the girl and started to say, “What are you doing in my house young lady. Jack isn’t here…………”

She stopped in her tracks as she came far enough in the room to see Jack.  What she saw stunned her into silence.  Heather wisely didn’t say anything as she knew the time wasn’t quite right.  She saw the anger building in Jack’s mom’s face.  As the silence built, she got up out of the chair and started to approach Jack’s mom.  When she quit staring at her son and finally turned towards Heather she began to say in an angry tone, “What the hell is going……………”

Before she could finish her sentence, Heather slapped her face hard and sternly ordered with more confidence than she felt, “Shut up bitch.  I’m your new mistress.  You are my slave now just like your son is.  Now I want you out of that robe and kneeling next to your son just like he is.  Now move it.”

Jack’s mom’s eyes snapped open wide at the slap and the audacity of the girl’s actions.  All kinds of thoughts ran through her mind as she was given her orders, most of them were screaming for her to put this young bitch in her place.  But she had been a slave too long and at the moment she was a slave without a master.  Her submissive habits were so ingrained that she immediately reacted to Heather’s order and dropped her robe right there at Heather’s feet.  She had nothing on underneath.  She wouldn’t even look Heather in the face as she went and knelt down next to her son and assumed the slave’s position with her hands behind her head. 

Heather was on cloud nine.  She had assumed that she would have to push harder and wasn’t at all sure she could make Jack’s mom capitulate.  But it all worked out better than she dreamed.  She recognized the sun and star tattoo that indicated that she was a slave of the Coch organization.  She had piercings on her tits and clit.  After admiring her new slave she walked up in front of Jack’s mother and asked, “What is your name slave?”

Jack’s mom kept her head down and answered respectfully, “Sally mistress”.

Heather smiled and said, “That’s not your name and you know it Sally.  That may be the name you were born with but that isn’t your slave name now is it?  Now tell me what your real name is.  You know, your slave name!”

Sally hesitated for a moment and then quietly said, “My old master called me cuntwipe.  Please don’t call me that mistress.  That was his name for me and I just wouldn’t feel right being called that now that he is dead.”

Heather looked at her and then said, “Well let me think for a moment.  I agree with you but not for the same reason.  I hate the name cuntwipe and would never call you that even though that’s about all you are.  No, I think I’ll call you……… misery.  That will remind you of what state you were in when I found you and what state I will return you to if you ever fail me.  So what is your new name?”

Sally seemed to kneel a little straighter now as if by being given a new name, all of the weight of the world had been lifted off of her shoulders.  She proudly answered, “I am misery mistress.  How may I serve you?”

“The first thing you can do is crawl over here and pull my pants down and suck me off to show that you truly recognize me as your mistress and will follow my every order no matter how repugnant it may be,” ordered Heather.

Misery quickly crawled over to Heather and as Jack watched in stunned amazement she quickly undid the buttons on her mistress’ jeans and stripped them down.  She then plastered her face in Heather’s cunt and began to suck and lick her clit and outer lips.  She couldn’t reach her cunt hole because the jeans around her knees kept her mistress’ legs closed.

As misery sucked and licked her clit, Heather looked over at Jack who was staring at what was happening in front of him.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  Never in his wildest dreams would he have guessed that his mother was a sex slave.  He began to think that he was in the middle of a nightmare but the pain he felt from all of his new piercings proved to him that it was no dream.

Heather got an evil grin on her face and ordered, “Jack, your new name is misery’s whelp.  I’ll just call you whelp for short.  Now whelp, get over here and suck misery to a good cum for being such an obedient slave.”

Jack looked at Heather with stunned abhorrence on his face as he said, “But she’s my mother.”

Heather’s eyes clouded with anger and she sternly ordered, “You have a lot to learn from your slave mother.  You saw how she immediately obeyed without questioning.  That is how you are supposed to behave.  Now get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here and suck misery to a good cum.  She is a slave just like you are and slaves have no say into what happens to them, they just obey.  If you don’t do it this instant, I will take you both home with me and I’ll turn you into another Tamara for being so stubborn.  I’ve just about had it with your back talk.”

Jack felt like he was spiraling down into a black hole as he got down onto his knees and crawled up behind his mother.  She had heard everything that had been said but she had been so well trained as a slave that she could no longer even think of disobeying any mistress or master.  She just kept on licking and sucking at Heather’s cunt like the dutiful slave she was. 

Heather watched and felt the power flow through her as she felt the glorious feelings that were happening in her nether regions.  She was getting close to cumming and she didn’t want to cum yet.  She decided she wanted to cum at the same time as her new slave.  She ordered, “Misery, I want you to keep me on the edge until you cum.  I want you to cum at the same time I do.  But don’t take too long.  I have to get my other slave out to the estate.  You’ll be going with me since you are being evicted from this house.  I’ll leave you there until we get your situation worked out.”

It wasn’t but a few moments after that that misery doubled her efforts and began to really push Heather closer and closer to cumming.  Jack had started tentatively but got into it more and more.  He quickly learned his way around the first pussy he ever sucked and though he didn’t know about how sensitive the clit was he did pay sufficient attention to it to get his mom more and more excited.  Even though his actions were amateurish, his mother had been trained to cum on demand with little or no stimulation or keep from cumming no matter how much stimulation she received, so even the little effort that Jack was putting forth was enough to quickly bring her to a good satisfying cum.  As she got closer and closer to cumming she redoubled her efforts on Heather and worked more and more exclusively on her clit. 

Finally whelp’s efforts were enough to push misery over the edge.  It was only through her many years of intense training that she held it off long enough for her to nibble on Heather’s clit until she came.  She let out a long loud groan of ecstasy as she came for the first time in over a month.  She was surprised when at the same time that her new mistress started cumming that she started pissing in her mouth.  Like the dutiful slave that she was, she moved her mouth over Heather’s piss hole and began to suck and swallow the flow of piss. She stayed like that until Heather finally emptied her bladder.  Then after the flow of piss stopped she gave a last couple of gentle licks and then knelt back on her knees.  Jack followed suit quickly and assumed the same position.

Heather quickly got her breath and after a few moments she ordered, “Now I want you all to go to your rooms and get your stuff.  Is any of this furniture yours misery?”

Misery quickly answered and said, “No mistress.  The furniture belongs to my master’s heir.  She hated his lifestyle and hated me.  That is why she is kicking me out of my home.  Master had wanted me to have it but when he died and left everything to her, that included this house.  He never put anything in the will about leaving this house to me.  All that we own here is our clothes.”

Heather nodded her head in understanding and then said, “I’ll give you ten minutes to get what you want of your clothes and back down to my car.  When ten minutes is up, then whatever you haven’t packed will be left behind.  I’ll be waiting in the car.”

Misery got up and took Jack’s hand and pulled him along.  She said, “Come on son, we don’t have much time.  We can’t make mistress wait.  Get to your room and get your favorite clothes and leave the rest behind.   I don’t want you to get our new mistress mad.”

Jack quickly went to his room.  He wondered how his mother could submit so readily to Heather.  He was struggling with the newness of it.  He only knew one thing and that was that he didn’t want everyone to think he was a homosexual and Heather had the pictures that would prove to everyone that is what he was.  He threw his suitcase on the bed and began to empty his drawers into it.  He didn’t have a lot so it only took him about five minutes.  He zipped up the suitcase and then went to his mother’s room and began to help her pack.  She had two suitcases.  One was already full when he entered the room.  He helped her begin to pack the other one. 

As they packed the second suitcase he asked, “When did you become a sex slave mom?”

Without missing a beat, she continued to pack as she answered saying, “I’ve been a slave all my life.  I was born to a slave and sold to my master when I was just thirteen.  He was a stern but loving master.  He looked after all of my needs.  When I was fifteen I got pregnant with you.  After you were born, he quickly tired of your crying and bought me this house.  It wasn’t long afterwards that he married a woman who was a mistress.  She was very cruel and demanding of me and she had a daughter that was a few years older than I was.  Mistress died in a car crash two years ago.  Her daughter always detested me and hated me being around.  I think she was jealous of the attention master and her mother gave me.  She shouldn’t have though.  They never whipped her like they did me.  She was like a real daughter.  I was just a toy to be played with.  But she hated me for the attention they gave me.  When master died, she got everything and she just kicked us out of this house.  I got the notice two days ago and it gave us two days to get out of the house.  Mistress Heather is a godsend.  She is the answer to all my prayers.  You must be a good slave to her.  Will you do that for me?  Please son.”

Jack continued to pack stuff into the suitcase and replied, “But I don’t want to be a sex slave mom.  Heather is going to humiliate me and make me the laughing stock of the school.”

Misery responded, “That’s what masters and mistresses do to their slaves.  You just have to take it and give them your humiliation as a gift to them.  I’m sure she’ll whip you and do other things to you as well.  I want you to promise me that you will do everything you can to make our new mistress happy.  If she tires of you trying to disobey her, she might throw us out on the street.  Will you promise me that you will do your best?”

I’ll try mom.  This is all new to me.  But I’d rather be thought of as her boy toy than as a homosexual.  She caught me having sex with the coach and Billy.”

Jack’s mouth immediately snapped shut.  He hadn’t meant to tell his mom that.  He worried that she would do something like get mad and go call the police.  He wasn’t at all prepared for what his mom said though.  She just said, “It doesn’t matter how she became your mistress.  She is now and you’ll just have to learn to obey.  I will not have you upsetting her in any way.  If I find out that you aren’t being a good slave to her, then I will punish you twice as bad as she does.  Now close the suitcase and let’s go. We only have a couple of minutes left.”

Jack zipped up the suitcase and then pulled them both off of the bed.  He gave one to his mom and then he pulled the other one out of the room, following her.  He grabbed his suitcase as he passed his room and hurried down the stairs with them both.  They made it to the car and threw the suitcases into the trunk.  They both hopped into the back seat with Jack in the middle between Tamara and misery.

Once the doors were closed Heather said, “Tramp, this is misery and whelp.  They are joining you as my slaves.  Welcome them to the family.”

Tamara bowed her head and quietly said, “Welcome”.

Heather quickly drove the hour drive out to the Warren estate.  When she knocked on the door of the estate, Karen answered.  She immediately ordered, “Doggyslut, get Sarah and tell her I need to talk to her immediately.”

Sarah soon came down and Heather quickly explained everything that happened to her.  After the long story she asked, “Is there a problem with them staying in the kennel with tramp.  I know you don’t have much room left in the house with you having Charlie and his slaves moving in.  I also want to know if I could move out here with you as well.  I’m 18 and can move away from home legally anytime I want.  I would be great though if Karen could come tell my mom some story that will get her to let me go without a lot of fighting.  What do you say?”

Sarah smiled and said, “You’re really getting into this stuff aren’t you Heather?”

Heather honestly answered, “Yes I am.  And if you need a mistress to help keep your slaves in control or need help around the estate, then I and my slaves are more than happy to do our part and earn our keep.  But I can’t give my slaves my undivided attention like I want if I have to keep going home at night and worry about my mom finding out what I’m doing.”

Sarah smiled but answered noncommittally saying, “This is a bit sudden.  For now your slaves can continue to stay.  I’ll have to think about what you said.  As you said, the place is quickly filling up and I don’t know if I want to take your offer.  But I’m not refusing you either.  I just need to think about it for awhile and talk it over with my slaves.  I’ll let you know in the morning.  Go take your slaves to the kennel and then go on home.  I’ll make sure tramp and Jack get to school on time tomorrow.”

Heather said, “Jack’s name is misery’s whelp or whelp for short.  Misery is his mother’s slave name.  Oh… one final thing though.  Here is a recording from the school surveillance system showing tramp sucking off Mr. Williams in the hallway heading to the office.  I thought you could use it to get him under your thumb like you have Mr. Meyer’s and his staff.”

Sarah took the CD with the video on it and thanked Heather.  Heather took tramp, whelp and misery to the kennels and put them all in the kennel with tramp’s canine master.  As soon as they were in the kennel with the door locked, the dog immediately took an interest in the new bitch.  He put his nose in her cunt and started licking.  Shortly he pulled back and growled at misery.   Misery had been exposed to the organization long enough to know what that meant.  She immediately fell to her hands and knees and waited for the dog to mount her.  Whelp just sat there and watched in amazement as the dog launched himself up onto his mother and quickly sank his cock into her cunt with her hand guiding it in.  There was no shame or resistance from his mom.  She seemed to greedily fuck back to the dog’s thrusts as if she were trying to exact every bit of pleasure from the fuck that she could.  Soon the dog was cumming and as she had been trained over the years, misery came with the first spurt of cum into her hot cunt.  Whelp just stared in amazement at the scene.  He had never seen anything like it. 

Tramp for her part was glad that the dog’s attentions were on someone other than herself.  She had been fucked repeatedly every night since she had been made to sleep in the kennel.  For the first night in a long while she slept soundly. 

Sarah went up stairs to her room and quickly told the bitchpups what had happened.  They were surprised but excited that there was another couple of slaves at the estate and that one of them was a boy their age.  Jack was in for a surprise.  He was going to get more pussy than most boys his age even dreamed of.  He was going to find out that along with all of the hassles and pain and humiliation that he would suffer, the one thing he would never lack would be the attentions of several horny teenage sex slaves.