Angie's Show (part seven of series)
Angie arrived at Cara’s house by taxi at five minutes til seven, with twilight already falling. She had asked why Cara couldn’t pick her up at school, and was told that there were things she still had to do. Angie pulled her overnight bag with her as she got out, paid the driver, and waited until he had gone before going up the walk to knock at the door. Cara answered almost immediately. The cordless phone was cradled between her left ear and shoulder.
“Go take a shower. Just a quick one. Don’t lollygag,” she was instructed as soon as she stepped inside.
Angie nodded and put her bag down on the coffee table to dig for nicer clothes, but Cara shook her head. She pointed at a dark red shopping bag at the other end of the sofa, then nudged h
“Go take a shower. Just a quick one. Don’t lollygag,” she was instructed as soon as she stepped inside.
Angie nodded and put her bag down on the coffee table to dig for nicer clothes, but Cara shook her head. She pointed at a dark red shopping bag at the other end of the sofa, then nudged h
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er in the direction of the bathroom.
She dropped articles of clothing as she went, knowingly trying Cara’s patience. A few minutes later, Cara came in, leaning in the doorway just as she was getting ready to shave herself. She dropped the small pile of clothing she’d gathered from the hallway into the clothes hamper. Angie sat on the side of the tub, one foot flat on the floor and that other propped on the edge, spreading peach-colored shaving cream over the mound of her pussy with her fingers. Cara watched as she very carefully shaved the area and ran her fingertips over the now silken skin to make sure she hadn’t missed any. She padded to the shower and stepped inside, washing quickly, as she had been instructed. As soon as she’d gotten out and dried off, Cara pulled her over to the counter and brushed her hair as she used the dryer on it. Angie watched her in the mirror.
“Okay,” Cara said, turning the dryer off, “Now you can go look at your new things.”
Angie beamed happily and hurried off, with her owner not far behind. Cara sat down on the sofa just a couple of inches from the bag and watched as Angie pulled things from it. She took the pieces of clothing as they were removed and looked over, then beckoned the redhead to stand in front of her. Angie stepped into a pair of white cotton panties as they were held open for her, then into the white sundress. She held up her arms so that Cara could pull the narrow straps onto her shoulders, then turned for her to zip up the back. She put her feet into the thinly-strapped sandals when they were put on the floor and let Cara tug her down to sit on her lap, where she slid a delicate white headband into Angie’s hair.
Cara tapped her index finger on Angie’s lips until she opened them to let the fingertip slip inside. She slowly worked it in and out until it caressed the back of Angie’s tongue. Cara smiled as she watched the pale pink lips suck at her finger. Claiming her finger back, Cara kissed her; almost chastely at first, pressing kisses to the corners of Angie’s mouth, then lingering on her lips, licking her mouth open as the girl went soft in her arms. She could taste the ghost of strawberry lipgloss clinging to Angie’s lips.
“Are you ready to go?” Cara asked as she pulled away.
“I need to pee before we leave.”
“No. Go on and get in the car. I’ll be right there.”
Angie frowned. “I can’t go pee?”
“What did I say?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Angie was in and had her seatbelt on when Cara left the house.
“Where does your mother think you are?” Cara asked as they started out, watching Angie from the corner of her eye as the younger girl went a bit pink.
“I told her I’m spending the weekend at Karen’s.”
“Do you think she believes you, so far?”
“I’m not sure. If she doesn’t, she hasn’t said anything.” Angie fidgeted with the smooth border across the breast of her dress until Cara reached over and made her put both hands down on her lap.
“You’re so pretty when you blush,” Cara told her with a wink and ran the back of her fingers over the color still in Angie’s cheeks.
Angie noticed their surroundings as Cara turned a curve, and suddenly recognized the route they were taking. “We’re going back to The Dome?”
“Yep,” she smiled.
“Are we going to see Daniel again?”
“He’ll be there, yes.”
“Is Joey already there?”
“Joey’s staying home, tonight.”
“I didn’t see him around…”
“He was already in his room with his nighttime treat.” Cara turned on the radio to quiet Angie until they got there.
She guided Angie through the front door with a hand on her back, directing her to a different room to the one they’d been in before. Angie followed her inside and froze when the door was closed behind her. This room was almost the same as the one she had already visited – only, there were people in this room. Not only Daniel, but Jonathan, as well as almost a dozen others – a fairly equal mixture of men and women. Cara watched as the blood drained from Angie’s face and the girl edged to the right, trying to hide herself behind her owner.
Daniel stood in about the center of the room, talking with a couple of people. Jonathan was kneeling on one side of him, with his bottom on his heels, his hands behind his back, and his cock locked into a chastity cage. On Daniel’s other side, there sat a large dog; a very well-groomed, blue Great Dane with undocked ears. His tail thumped happily on the floor. Nearer Jonathan was a table that obviously held some things on its top, but it was covered over with a cloth. On the opposite side there was a broad platform, a bit less than a meter high, with a large, wedge-shaped object sitting in the middle.
When Daniel’s attention caught on Cara and Angie, the other two people stepped away. The room stayed quiet, with only whispers passed back and forth. Cara placed Angie beside Daniel, where she attempted to hide again, this time with more success, since he was much broader. She crooked her finger toward Jonathan and he got to his feet, following her into the lavatory at the back of the room. When she came back out, she wore a black brocade discipline corset, extending from just under her bare breasts to only barely over the lower curve of her ass. Jonathan took his place on his knees again after sneaking a smile to Angie.
She put a hand around Angie’s wrist, pulling her into the open again, and spoke close her ear, “You’re safe with me. Don’t worry.” Cara lowered a hand to run over the dog’s ears and pulled Angie closer, moving her hand to do the same. “His name is Valentine. Handsome, isn’t he?”
For a few moments, Angie was unaware that she was being watched. The other people in the room were staying mostly still and looking quietly, some standing together, some having taken seats in the chairs that had been moved in.
Angie looked up nervously. “What is this?” she asked.
“Don’t pay attention to them, okay? You just do what I instruct.”
“Yes, ma’am…”
Cara pulled her further away and beckoned Jonathan again. He came to her obediently. “I think I know your limits,” she said, looking Angie in the eyes and looping her index finger through the ring of her collar, tugging gently. “But. If you want everything to stop, if it gets too much for you, you have to tell me. You trust me, but I’m trusting you to safeword out, if you need to. Understand?”
Angie smiled, relaxing by degrees. “Yes, yes, ma’am.”
“Take off your shoes,” Cara told her. She did, and Jonathan picked them up. Cara put her hands on Angie’s shoulders, turning her around, and guided the zipper of her sundress down. She dropped the narrow straps down Angie’s arms and let the dress fall, where Jonathan retrieved it from the floor. Cara handed him the band from her hair, next, and suddenly everyone in the room was paying rapt attention as Angie stood in her panties.
She pointed at the table and he went to it, setting Angie’s clothing at one corner and taking something from beneath the cloth. He brought a pair of wrist cuffs back to Cara. Angie, understanding, held out her hands for the cuffs. Cara smiled and buckled the leather restraints into place. She attached both to a clip to join them and pulled Angie forwards a bit more, raising the redhead’s hands far over her head, making her go up on her toes. Angie heard a soft clinking and looked up just as Cara clipped her to a sturdy chain that hung from the ceiling. When she started to put her feet flat on the floor again, she found that the chain was just short enough that her heels wouldn’t touch.
Cara stepped over to the table and folded the cloth away from its contents. It held an assortment of toys, most of which Angie recognized from Cara’s toy drawer. She ran her fingers across some of them before returning to her captive, running her hand across Angie’s abdomen and between her legs, over the gusset of her panties, before hooking her fingers into the waist and dragging them slowly down.
Angie shivered. She clenched and released her fingers, deliberately keeping her eyes away from everyone else. Cara circled around behind her and slid her arms around, gently spreading the lips of Angie’s pussy with one hand, pulling back the hood of her clit with her middle finger. She slowly stroked the pad of her other index finger over the tiny nub, sending hot thrills through Angie all the way to the tips of her toes.
Stopping just short of orgasm, Cara went back to the table. She picked up a flat-tipped riding crop and weighed how it felt in her hand before going back to stand in front of Angie. She nudged Angie’s legs further apart until the slit of her pussy gaped open a bit, then struck the mound once with the crop, just hard enough to startle her.
Angie caught her breath and nodded for her to go on. Cara pushed her legs a little wider, putting her weight onto the restraints and the balls of her feet. She struck Angie’s pussy harder, making her body jerk. The following dozen strikes fell quickly, leaving Angie shaking. Her pussy stung, feeling searingly hot and swollen. Not long after registering how much it hurt, endorphins kicked in. The pain turned into an intense warmth, and she felt herself getting wetter. Cara guided her legs back together.
She walked around behind Angie again, leaning closer to whisper to her, “I’m going to whip your back side, now. After that, I’m not going to okay anything further with you. Got me?”
“Mm, ’kay. Yes, ma’am,” Angie whispered back.
“Twenty strikes. Count them for me.”
Cara ran a hand down the pale length of her back before taking a step away and landing one strike across the center it. She watched as the stripe turned from a shocked white the first instant, into pink, then into bright red. Her own cunt soaked through as she kept an eye on Angie’s face via the mirrored wall across from them.
“One,” Angie gasped after a moment.
She aimed again, so that she wouldn’t land the strikes for her back right on top of one another. The next hit a bit higher, and the six after that were on her bottom. Angie continued to count them off.
“How- how many was that?” Angie gasped breathlessly when Cara paused for her own arm’s sake.
She grinned at Angie losing count. “Thirteen.”
When strike number fourteen landed, pain was beginning to come through again, bright and sharp on Angie’s nerves. Fifteen caught her just right, making her cry out. The shock made her body lose control momentarily, and she felt warm wetness stream down the inside of one leg. She looked down at the small puddle gathering on the floor at her feet, then raised her head and looked to Cara with guilty eyes, afraid she had disappointed her.
Cara put a hand at the small of Angie’s back, pressing her naked, almost fever-hot body full against her own. She nuzzled Angie’s neck and kissed up her jaw line. “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter, shhh. It’s what I wanted to happen. Good girl. You’re my good girl,” she cooed into the redhead’s ear.
Her breathing had just started to even out when Cara moved away. She swayed a little in her restraints. Cara finished the last five lashes across her already bright red ass, taking a few seconds between them to give the sting time to set in, each one making Angie hiccup and whimper as it landed across another. Cara was watching literally the moment that Angie dropped deep into subspace.
The marks across Angie’s back had settled into red and white welts, but those across the cheeks of her bottom were darker. They would bloom into colourful bruises. Cara knew they would be hell to sit on for days. She motioned Jonathan over and walked around to face her again. Her cheeks were wet with tears, but she was thoroughly dazed, now.
“Clean her up, take her down, and take her over there,” Cara pointed to the covered platform.
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded and hurried to the bathroom. He came back with white washcloths and a small basin of hot water. Lowering himself to his knees, he wet a cloth and cleaned up the floor. With another, he began wiping down her sex, her legs, and her feet, looking up as she moaned softly at the contact. He stood and reached up toward her wrists, going slowly. He nosed gently at the back of her shoulder, once, twice, and asked in a low whisper, “Are you okay?”
When she didn’t answer, he ducked his head to look into her face. She looked up at him through her bangs, an open, utterly blissed-out smile on her face, a flood of endorphins and epinephrine well into her system. He smiled a little, relieved, and turned his attention back to what he was supposed to be doing. His pause hadn’t gone unnoticed, though.
Cara walked quietly back to them, smacking Jonathan across both bare ass cheeks with the crop still in her hand, making him jump. “There’s time for chitchat later, children,” she growled into his ear.
He blushed at being caught in disobedience and unhooked Angie from the overhead chain to place her as Cara had instructed him. He sat her on the edge of the platform, bracing with a knee on the edge, and found that it gave under his weight like a bed mattress. He positioned Angie on the sturdy foam wedge, her head at the lowest part and her bottom almost hanging off the higher end. She wasn’t much help, in her placid state, though she was alert of what went on around her.
There were more restraints attached to each corner of the base beneath the mattress for her. Cara shooed Jonathan back to his spot beside Daniel after putting the riding crop back in its place on the table. She picked up one of the restraints near Angie’s foot, buckling part of it around her ankle and a second strap around her thigh, then did the same with the other. Pulling on the straps’ length adjustments, she tightened them so that Angie’s legs were splayed wide. She walked around to Angie’s hands and unclipped the joiner from her wrist cuffs before clipping each to their own waiting strap and tightening them just enough to make the muscles of her triceps and shoulders burn a bit.
When her head cleared enough to listen to her surroundings, Angie found that the room was silent of any voice that wasn’t Cara’s. She knew that all of the people were still around – movement in a chair here, the squeak of a shoe there. She could imagine clearly their eyes on her. Just as her nerves threatened to overflow and make fright well up, Cara’s voice pulled her back down.
She leaned down to speak in Angie’s ear, brushing red hair away from her face. “I know how you like the way Joey’s come is so hot inside you. A Great Dane’s body temperature averages out at about 105 Fahrenheit. You’re gonna love this.”
Angie’s tongue flicked out to wet her lips as Cara nodded to Daniel. He nudged Valentine forward and the dog came trotting heavily toward them. Cara patted the mattress between Angie’s legs, and the dog put his front feet up as she sat down. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his soft sheath, grinning as the bright red cock emerged and he began to hump. She waited until his cock was good and thick before stopping. Patting the mattress again signaled Valentine to jump all the way up. She guided his front legs astride Angie, who looked up with wide eyes as he towered over her.
Cara could see her elevated pussy glistening with wetness as she aimed the dog’s cock. As soon as the tapered tip penetrated her, he started humping in earnest and his front legs locked tight around her body. The dog’s broad chest pressed against Angie’s breasts and his weight bore down on her as he hammered into her cunt. There was no wait before his cock was pushing against her cervix; it claimed access right away. She grunted as the tip burrowed into the temporarily tiny opening, widening it with each thrust until it was open enough that the first couple of inches of his cock could ram through.
She could feel his cock continuing to swell, her vagina stretching around its girth, and an aching pressure deep in her abdomen told her that it had forced its way completely into her womb. The opening of her pussy ached, as well. The dog’s cock seemed to be the largest thing she’d ever had inside her.
Before very long, the entire length of the slit of her cunt was split wide around the knot as it demanded entrance. Cara licked her lips and groaned softly as she watched it being shoved further in with each thrust that was accompanied by Angie’s whimpering grunts. With one last, hard push and a strangled gasp from Angie, the knot was finally rammed home. The lips of her pussy slid snugly around the base of the dog’s cock. Valentine’s thrusts grew shorter, but no less hard. Angie’s body was jerked and pushed with them. Her hands opened and closed in the material that covered the mattress, gathering fistfuls of fabric as she was rocked closer and closer. She came, her insides spasming tightly around the invader, and she heard an animalistic sound of pleasure pulled from her own throat.
Cara moved up a bit, putting a hand between Angie and the dog to rub her abdomen hard as the dog fucked her, feeling the enormous cock working in her, its knot swollen huge and locked past her pubic bone. Angie could feel the dog’s higher temperature as come pooled hot in her womb, the heat spreading very pleasantly. She moaned as Cara kept pushing and rubbing as her body gathered it, the pressure adding to her discomfort. She panted, feeling her womb filling, stretching, aching.
Minutes passed, and Cara’s hand was keeping well away from Angie’s clit, no matter how much she begged. She whispered, “Please, please, please,” hoping for another orgasm to even out the ache.
She moaned, tears squeezing out of her clenched eyes at the cramping in her belly from the amount of come being pumped in. It seemed as if she’d been knotted for days when Valentine finally started attempting to yank his cock free. Cara got up and crossed back to the table, bringing a large, dome-shaped plug with her when she returned. She sat very near to the joining of the dog’s cock and Angie’s cunt, holding the plug ready.
She watched as Angie’s head tipped further back and her mouth opened as the dog’s cock pulled harder at her opening. The raw pink border of her vagina stretched thin around the widest area of his slowly shrinking knot. She whimpered as it finally popped free with one last jerk. Cara shoved the plug into her cunt quickly, making Angie grunt with the suddenness of it. She felt only a dribble of come escape, running across her asshole, making the muscles there tighten involuntarily.
The swelling of Angie’s normally flat abdomen was obvious. She could have been mistaken for a good four or five months pregnant, as full as it was. Cara could feel the inside of her thighs slick, she had grown so wet throughout the proceedings. She rushed, snapping at Jonathan to hurry and loosen the laces of the discipline corset enough that she could wiggle her way out of it.
When she was free, she pulled the wedge out from under Angie, making her cry out in surprise and the jolting of her overfull womb, and had Jonathan tighten the restraints back down. She climbed onto the bed and put her hands on Angie’s belly, massaging and pressing against it, reveling in the knowledge of what was inside. A moment later, she straddled her, spreading her cunt open on Angie’s belly, the pressure making her whimper in discomfort. Cara worked her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against the swollen curve. Angie could feel the come slosh hot against her insides. As Cara came, tightening her thighs against Angie’s sides, she felt a trickle of Cara’s juices run down her mound and over her clit.
Cara climbed off, catching her breath and rubbing her own wetness into the soft skin of Angie’s stomach. She reached up and unclipped Angie’s wrists, motioning for Jonathan to help her. After Cara had unclipped each point and slowly removed each cuff, he helped Angie move awkwardly to the area near the chain where she was previously suspended. Cara made her kneel over the same silver basin that had held water for her. She removed the plug carefully, letting come pour out of Angie. It drained into the basin until it was over half full. Cara knelt in front of Angie, the redhead’s hands and head resting on her shoulders as she reached one hand between the girl’s legs and began to massage her clit. The flow of come leaving her body had nearly stopped. Angie’s breath soon turned into short, soft gasps as she neared coming again. The muscle contractions pushed more fluid out in small streams, leaving Angie groaning and shaking as she orgasmed in her utterly exhausted state.
Cara motioned to Daniel. He stepped over and leaned in. “I think it’s time for everyone to leave,” she told him. He nodded and went to make sure that everyone in the group left.
She snapped her fingers at Jonathan and he disappeared quickly behind Daniel before coming back with a clean bathrobe and a blanket. Cara handed Jonathan’s clothes to him in return for the warm things and wrapped them around Angie, then gently handed her off to him while she pulled her own clothing back on. “Take her to my car, and I’ll be right there,” she instructed.
Jonathan helped Angie to her feet and walked a few very slow steps with her before deciding that carrying her would get them to the car sooner. She exhaled what would have been a giggle otherwise as he lifted her and backed them through the front doors.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall against his shoulder.
“Don’t go to sleep, now,” he laughed lightly.
“Mmm…” she sighed.
He put her on her feet long enough to get the passenger-side door open and sat her inside, buckling her in and closing her door, then stood at the car until Cara came out.
“What about your things, ma’am?” he asked, glancing back at the doors.
“Daniel will keep them for me and I’ll pick them up sometime this weekend. Do you have a ride, or are you coming home with me?”
“I… suppose I need a ride, ma’am.” He looked down.
“That’s fine,” she smiled, patting his shoulder and going around to the driver’s side. “Get in, then.”
The drive home was quiet. Angie woke enough to walk in on her own and headed straight for the bathroom with Jonathan shadowing her, making sure she didn’t happen to drowse off and veer into a wall. He stayed with her until Cara came in.
Cara kissed her on the cheek and took the blanket and robe off her, getting her into the bathtub. She shooed Jonathan out to wait in the bedroom and ran warm water into the deep tub up to Angie’s breasts.
Angie felt wonderfully sated, a soothing burn in her muscles and a great deal of heat down her back, bottom, thighs, and pussy from the crop.
“So, do you still like him?”
“Jonathan?” Angie asked in a mumble.
“Of course Jonathan.”
“Mm-hmm. He’s nice. Sweet and noble. All that stuff. I’d have bigger words, if I hadn’t been ridden one way or another for three hours.” She smiles and looked up at Cara through the barcode of her wet bangs.
Cara pressed a kiss to her mouth and stood up. “I’m going to take my shower.”
Angie blinked water out of her eyes. “But-”
“Don’t worry,” she winked. She went out and came back with Jonathan. “He’ll fill in until I get through.”
Jonathan knelt down beside the bathtub and picked up the shampoo.
“You give other people baths often?” Angie asked, watching him but not meeting his eyes for too long at once.
“A few times. I give myself one every day. It’s not that different.” He grinned and splashed a handful of water at her.
Cara showered quickly and told him to go take his own. He disrobed and hesitated, standing near her for a few beats until she realized what he wanted. She turned and dug the key to the cock cage out of the pocket of her discarded pants and removed it.
Angie smiled sleepily and let herself sink a bit lower in the water when Cara picked up the washcloth and soaped it, washing her beginning with her chest. She let herself be moved up and back to be soaped, and was mostly asleep when Cara finished.
“Come on,” Cara chuckled, patting her wetly on the back, “you can stand on your own feet for a couple of minutes.”
She swayed a little as Cara helped her out of the bath and dried her off, being very gentle with her backside. Cara went to her bedroom to get something, and Angie took the opportunity to plop down on the side of the tub again, on the damp towel hanging over the edge. Jonathan finished his long shower and left the bathroom, as well. When Cara came back, Angie’s head had bobbed forward despite her attempt to stay alert.
Cara turned her where she sat and carefully massaged antiseptic ointment into the stripes on her back, then into her bottom. She rubbed tightening cream into Angie’s pussy as deep as she could, when she had her stand again. She put a tee shirt over Angie’s head, too big for her, but just the size for a night shirt, and nudged the redhead ahead of her to the bedroom. She let Angie sit on the bed, but put Jonathan beside her. “Do not let her go to sleep,” she ordered.
He nodded and sat next to her. There was rattling in the kitchen, and Cara brought back a tray of food.
Angie sighed and whined, “Can’t I just go to sleep? There’ll be breakfast in the morning.”
“You need to eat before you sleep. All the energy you’ve spent, and you haven’t eaten since lunch, have you?”
“No, ma’am.”
Jonathan ate like he’d been starved for days and curled up on his side, watching. Angie sat between Cara’s legs and very sleepily took what Cara poked at her mouth. When Cara was satisfied that she’d fed her enough, she set the nearly empty tray on the floor beside the bed and came back up with something else in her hands.
“I never asked if you sleep with a stuffed animal or anything, but I found this for you-” She put a soft, fuzzy, black rabbit with long ears into Angie’s arms.
Angie smiled brightly and squished the stuffed bunny to her chest. “Thank you.”
“Okay, now you can crash, sweetie,” Cara scooted back onto her side of the bed and held the blankets back.
Angie squirmed out of the tee shirt and cuddled in close between Cara and Jonathan.
Jonathan cleared his throat softly as Cara was reaching to turn off the bedside lamp. “Ma’am? Do you want me to stay, or should I call for a taxi?”
“Oh, hush and go to sleep,” Cara yawned and reached over Angie to push his head down to the pillow.
Angie felt his soft cock resting against the cleft of her bottom. She ran her fingers through Cara’s blonde hair as she dropped off to sleep in her arms.
Angie woke with Cara stroking the back of her fingers across her stomach. She wiggled and stretched out long, then curled back up against her.
“I have some homework…”
“Can this homework be done here? Did you bring it with you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Angie smiled.
Cara tightened her arms around Angie’s shoulders. “Good.”
Later that morning – far past noon, really – Angie sat at Cara’s kitchen table with textbooks and notebooks splayed open across the better half of it. Her hair was caught into two neat braids, the even end of one twirled around two fingers as she scribbled numbers from her physics text into equations. Cara was busily making a late lunch.
Cara set a glass of soda down beside Angie and leaned forward to lick a little stripe up her cheekbone before sitting down.
“You’re distracting me, ma’am,” Angie said coyly, unable to keep a very contented smile from curling her lips.
“I have one more thing for you,” Cara said, setting something beside Angie’s book with a little click.
Angie finished the problem she was working on and looked. It was a key with butterflies printed on it.
“I was going to give you one of my extra keys, but I saw those blanks when I was picking something else up the other day, so I went ahead and had it made for you.”
“Thank you,” she beamed and threw her arms around Cara’s neck, practically crawling into her lap with a kiss.
Cara dropped Angie off a couple of blocks from her house on Sunday evening. Angie passed through the living room to show her parents that she was home, pausing to pretend to pay attention to the sitcom they had on the television, before going up to her room.
She took the stuffed bunny out of her backpack, where it had been crammed for the trip home, and sat it on her bed, against her pillows.
When she woke up for school the next morning, she still felt a brilliant high as she thought back over her weekend. She stumbled into the bathroom to start getting ready. Her ass still hurt. She turned her back to the mirror and twisted around to look over her shoulder at it. There were still obvious claw marks reaching far around the back of her ribcage. The welts from the riding crop were still quite raised, purple bruises laced around the edges with red, and a few abrasions among them. She licked her lips and reached back, scraping her fingernails firmly across her bottom, making herself moan a little in pain, but mostly in the fact that her pussy reacted immediately, wetting and clenching with a mind of its own.
She closed her eyes, backed up with her ass against the edge of the bathroom cabinet, hissing in pain as she pressed against it, and ran her fingers over the mount of her pussy to rest at her clit. It still ached from the abuse it had taken, but she let it press between her middle and ring fingers anyway, moving moisture from her entrance up onto it with smooth back and forth motions. She rubbed until orgasm forced her to curl forward on a chant of grunts that came in time with the muscle contractions, her knees weakening and giving way, making her sit down hard on the bathroom rug.
She sat down at the breakfast table, her entire bottom throbbing.
“You look flushed. You’re not sick, are you?” her mother asked, setting a box of cereal and bowl in front of her.
“Nope, I feel great, Mom,” she answered cheerfully and poured milk into her bowl.
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She dropped articles of clothing as she went, knowingly trying Cara’s patience. A few minutes later, Cara came in, leaning in the doorway just as she was getting ready to shave herself. She dropped the small pile of clothing she’d gathered from the hallway into the clothes hamper. Angie sat on the side of the tub, one foot flat on the floor and that other propped on the edge, spreading peach-colored shaving cream over the mound of her pussy with her fingers. Cara watched as she very carefully shaved the area and ran her fingertips over the now silken skin to make sure she hadn’t missed any. She padded to the shower and stepped inside, washing quickly, as she had been instructed. As soon as she’d gotten out and dried off, Cara pulled her over to the counter and brushed her hair as she used the dryer on it. Angie watched her in the mirror.
“Okay,” Cara said, turning the dryer off, “Now you can go look at your new things.”
Angie beamed happily and hurried off, with her owner not far behind. Cara sat down on the sofa just a couple of inches from the bag and watched as Angie pulled things from it. She took the pieces of clothing as they were removed and looked over, then beckoned the redhead to stand in front of her. Angie stepped into a pair of white cotton panties as they were held open for her, then into the white sundress. She held up her arms so that Cara could pull the narrow straps onto her shoulders, then turned for her to zip up the back. She put her feet into the thinly-strapped sandals when they were put on the floor and let Cara tug her down to sit on her lap, where she slid a delicate white headband into Angie’s hair.
Cara tapped her index finger on Angie’s lips until she opened them to let the fingertip slip inside. She slowly worked it in and out until it caressed the back of Angie’s tongue. Cara smiled as she watched the pale pink lips suck at her finger. Claiming her finger back, Cara kissed her; almost chastely at first, pressing kisses to the corners of Angie’s mouth, then lingering on her lips, licking her mouth open as the girl went soft in her arms. She could taste the ghost of strawberry lipgloss clinging to Angie’s lips.
“Are you ready to go?” Cara asked as she pulled away.
“I need to pee before we leave.”
“No. Go on and get in the car. I’ll be right there.”
Angie frowned. “I can’t go pee?”
“What did I say?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Angie was in and had her seatbelt on when Cara left the house.
“Where does your mother think you are?” Cara asked as they started out, watching Angie from the corner of her eye as the younger girl went a bit pink.
“I told her I’m spending the weekend at Karen’s.”
“Do you think she believes you, so far?”
“I’m not sure. If she doesn’t, she hasn’t said anything.” Angie fidgeted with the smooth border across the breast of her dress until Cara reached over and made her put both hands down on her lap.
“You’re so pretty when you blush,” Cara told her with a wink and ran the back of her fingers over the color still in Angie’s cheeks.
Angie noticed their surroundings as Cara turned a curve, and suddenly recognized the route they were taking. “We’re going back to The Dome?”
“Yep,” she smiled.
“Are we going to see Daniel again?”
“He’ll be there, yes.”
“Is Joey already there?”
“Joey’s staying home, tonight.”
“I didn’t see him around…”
“He was already in his room with his nighttime treat.” Cara turned on the radio to quiet Angie until they got there.
She guided Angie through the front door with a hand on her back, directing her to a different room to the one they’d been in before. Angie followed her inside and froze when the door was closed behind her. This room was almost the same as the one she had already visited – only, there were people in this room. Not only Daniel, but Jonathan, as well as almost a dozen others – a fairly equal mixture of men and women. Cara watched as the blood drained from Angie’s face and the girl edged to the right, trying to hide herself behind her owner.
Daniel stood in about the center of the room, talking with a couple of people. Jonathan was kneeling on one side of him, with his bottom on his heels, his hands behind his back, and his cock locked into a chastity cage. On Daniel’s other side, there sat a large dog; a very well-groomed, blue Great Dane with undocked ears. His tail thumped happily on the floor. Nearer Jonathan was a table that obviously held some things on its top, but it was covered over with a cloth. On the opposite side there was a broad platform, a bit less than a meter high, with a large, wedge-shaped object sitting in the middle.
When Daniel’s attention caught on Cara and Angie, the other two people stepped away. The room stayed quiet, with only whispers passed back and forth. Cara placed Angie beside Daniel, where she attempted to hide again, this time with more success, since he was much broader. She crooked her finger toward Jonathan and he got to his feet, following her into the lavatory at the back of the room. When she came back out, she wore a black brocade discipline corset, extending from just under her bare breasts to only barely over the lower curve of her ass. Jonathan took his place on his knees again after sneaking a smile to Angie.
She put a hand around Angie’s wrist, pulling her into the open again, and spoke close her ear, “You’re safe with me. Don’t worry.” Cara lowered a hand to run over the dog’s ears and pulled Angie closer, moving her hand to do the same. “His name is Valentine. Handsome, isn’t he?”
For a few moments, Angie was unaware that she was being watched. The other people in the room were staying mostly still and looking quietly, some standing together, some having taken seats in the chairs that had been moved in.
Angie looked up nervously. “What is this?” she asked.
“Don’t pay attention to them, okay? You just do what I instruct.”
“Yes, ma’am…”
Cara pulled her further away and beckoned Jonathan again. He came to her obediently. “I think I know your limits,” she said, looking Angie in the eyes and looping her index finger through the ring of her collar, tugging gently. “But. If you want everything to stop, if it gets too much for you, you have to tell me. You trust me, but I’m trusting you to safeword out, if you need to. Understand?”
Angie smiled, relaxing by degrees. “Yes, yes, ma’am.”
“Take off your shoes,” Cara told her. She did, and Jonathan picked them up. Cara put her hands on Angie’s shoulders, turning her around, and guided the zipper of her sundress down. She dropped the narrow straps down Angie’s arms and let the dress fall, where Jonathan retrieved it from the floor. Cara handed him the band from her hair, next, and suddenly everyone in the room was paying rapt attention as Angie stood in her panties.
She pointed at the table and he went to it, setting Angie’s clothing at one corner and taking something from beneath the cloth. He brought a pair of wrist cuffs back to Cara. Angie, understanding, held out her hands for the cuffs. Cara smiled and buckled the leather restraints into place. She attached both to a clip to join them and pulled Angie forwards a bit more, raising the redhead’s hands far over her head, making her go up on her toes. Angie heard a soft clinking and looked up just as Cara clipped her to a sturdy chain that hung from the ceiling. When she started to put her feet flat on the floor again, she found that the chain was just short enough that her heels wouldn’t touch.
Cara stepped over to the table and folded the cloth away from its contents. It held an assortment of toys, most of which Angie recognized from Cara’s toy drawer. She ran her fingers across some of them before returning to her captive, running her hand across Angie’s abdomen and between her legs, over the gusset of her panties, before hooking her fingers into the waist and dragging them slowly down.
Angie shivered. She clenched and released her fingers, deliberately keeping her eyes away from everyone else. Cara circled around behind her and slid her arms around, gently spreading the lips of Angie’s pussy with one hand, pulling back the hood of her clit with her middle finger. She slowly stroked the pad of her other index finger over the tiny nub, sending hot thrills through Angie all the way to the tips of her toes.
Stopping just short of orgasm, Cara went back to the table. She picked up a flat-tipped riding crop and weighed how it felt in her hand before going back to stand in front of Angie. She nudged Angie’s legs further apart until the slit of her pussy gaped open a bit, then struck the mound once with the crop, just hard enough to startle her.
Angie caught her breath and nodded for her to go on. Cara pushed her legs a little wider, putting her weight onto the restraints and the balls of her feet. She struck Angie’s pussy harder, making her body jerk. The following dozen strikes fell quickly, leaving Angie shaking. Her pussy stung, feeling searingly hot and swollen. Not long after registering how much it hurt, endorphins kicked in. The pain turned into an intense warmth, and she felt herself getting wetter. Cara guided her legs back together.
She walked around behind Angie again, leaning closer to whisper to her, “I’m going to whip your back side, now. After that, I’m not going to okay anything further with you. Got me?”
“Mm, ’kay. Yes, ma’am,” Angie whispered back.
“Twenty strikes. Count them for me.”
Cara ran a hand down the pale length of her back before taking a step away and landing one strike across the center it. She watched as the stripe turned from a shocked white the first instant, into pink, then into bright red. Her own cunt soaked through as she kept an eye on Angie’s face via the mirrored wall across from them.
“One,” Angie gasped after a moment.
She aimed again, so that she wouldn’t land the strikes for her back right on top of one another. The next hit a bit higher, and the six after that were on her bottom. Angie continued to count them off.
“How- how many was that?” Angie gasped breathlessly when Cara paused for her own arm’s sake.
She grinned at Angie losing count. “Thirteen.”
When strike number fourteen landed, pain was beginning to come through again, bright and sharp on Angie’s nerves. Fifteen caught her just right, making her cry out. The shock made her body lose control momentarily, and she felt warm wetness stream down the inside of one leg. She looked down at the small puddle gathering on the floor at her feet, then raised her head and looked to Cara with guilty eyes, afraid she had disappointed her.
Cara put a hand at the small of Angie’s back, pressing her naked, almost fever-hot body full against her own. She nuzzled Angie’s neck and kissed up her jaw line. “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter, shhh. It’s what I wanted to happen. Good girl. You’re my good girl,” she cooed into the redhead’s ear.
Her breathing had just started to even out when Cara moved away. She swayed a little in her restraints. Cara finished the last five lashes across her already bright red ass, taking a few seconds between them to give the sting time to set in, each one making Angie hiccup and whimper as it landed across another. Cara was watching literally the moment that Angie dropped deep into subspace.
The marks across Angie’s back had settled into red and white welts, but those across the cheeks of her bottom were darker. They would bloom into colourful bruises. Cara knew they would be hell to sit on for days. She motioned Jonathan over and walked around to face her again. Her cheeks were wet with tears, but she was thoroughly dazed, now.
“Clean her up, take her down, and take her over there,” Cara pointed to the covered platform.
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded and hurried to the bathroom. He came back with white washcloths and a small basin of hot water. Lowering himself to his knees, he wet a cloth and cleaned up the floor. With another, he began wiping down her sex, her legs, and her feet, looking up as she moaned softly at the contact. He stood and reached up toward her wrists, going slowly. He nosed gently at the back of her shoulder, once, twice, and asked in a low whisper, “Are you okay?”
When she didn’t answer, he ducked his head to look into her face. She looked up at him through her bangs, an open, utterly blissed-out smile on her face, a flood of endorphins and epinephrine well into her system. He smiled a little, relieved, and turned his attention back to what he was supposed to be doing. His pause hadn’t gone unnoticed, though.
Cara walked quietly back to them, smacking Jonathan across both bare ass cheeks with the crop still in her hand, making him jump. “There’s time for chitchat later, children,” she growled into his ear.
He blushed at being caught in disobedience and unhooked Angie from the overhead chain to place her as Cara had instructed him. He sat her on the edge of the platform, bracing with a knee on the edge, and found that it gave under his weight like a bed mattress. He positioned Angie on the sturdy foam wedge, her head at the lowest part and her bottom almost hanging off the higher end. She wasn’t much help, in her placid state, though she was alert of what went on around her.
There were more restraints attached to each corner of the base beneath the mattress for her. Cara shooed Jonathan back to his spot beside Daniel after putting the riding crop back in its place on the table. She picked up one of the restraints near Angie’s foot, buckling part of it around her ankle and a second strap around her thigh, then did the same with the other. Pulling on the straps’ length adjustments, she tightened them so that Angie’s legs were splayed wide. She walked around to Angie’s hands and unclipped the joiner from her wrist cuffs before clipping each to their own waiting strap and tightening them just enough to make the muscles of her triceps and shoulders burn a bit.
When her head cleared enough to listen to her surroundings, Angie found that the room was silent of any voice that wasn’t Cara’s. She knew that all of the people were still around – movement in a chair here, the squeak of a shoe there. She could imagine clearly their eyes on her. Just as her nerves threatened to overflow and make fright well up, Cara’s voice pulled her back down.
She leaned down to speak in Angie’s ear, brushing red hair away from her face. “I know how you like the way Joey’s come is so hot inside you. A Great Dane’s body temperature averages out at about 105 Fahrenheit. You’re gonna love this.”
Angie’s tongue flicked out to wet her lips as Cara nodded to Daniel. He nudged Valentine forward and the dog came trotting heavily toward them. Cara patted the mattress between Angie’s legs, and the dog put his front feet up as she sat down. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his soft sheath, grinning as the bright red cock emerged and he began to hump. She waited until his cock was good and thick before stopping. Patting the mattress again signaled Valentine to jump all the way up. She guided his front legs astride Angie, who looked up with wide eyes as he towered over her.
Cara could see her elevated pussy glistening with wetness as she aimed the dog’s cock. As soon as the tapered tip penetrated her, he started humping in earnest and his front legs locked tight around her body. The dog’s broad chest pressed against Angie’s breasts and his weight bore down on her as he hammered into her cunt. There was no wait before his cock was pushing against her cervix; it claimed access right away. She grunted as the tip burrowed into the temporarily tiny opening, widening it with each thrust until it was open enough that the first couple of inches of his cock could ram through.
She could feel his cock continuing to swell, her vagina stretching around its girth, and an aching pressure deep in her abdomen told her that it had forced its way completely into her womb. The opening of her pussy ached, as well. The dog’s cock seemed to be the largest thing she’d ever had inside her.
Before very long, the entire length of the slit of her cunt was split wide around the knot as it demanded entrance. Cara licked her lips and groaned softly as she watched it being shoved further in with each thrust that was accompanied by Angie’s whimpering grunts. With one last, hard push and a strangled gasp from Angie, the knot was finally rammed home. The lips of her pussy slid snugly around the base of the dog’s cock. Valentine’s thrusts grew shorter, but no less hard. Angie’s body was jerked and pushed with them. Her hands opened and closed in the material that covered the mattress, gathering fistfuls of fabric as she was rocked closer and closer. She came, her insides spasming tightly around the invader, and she heard an animalistic sound of pleasure pulled from her own throat.
Cara moved up a bit, putting a hand between Angie and the dog to rub her abdomen hard as the dog fucked her, feeling the enormous cock working in her, its knot swollen huge and locked past her pubic bone. Angie could feel the dog’s higher temperature as come pooled hot in her womb, the heat spreading very pleasantly. She moaned as Cara kept pushing and rubbing as her body gathered it, the pressure adding to her discomfort. She panted, feeling her womb filling, stretching, aching.
Minutes passed, and Cara’s hand was keeping well away from Angie’s clit, no matter how much she begged. She whispered, “Please, please, please,” hoping for another orgasm to even out the ache.
She moaned, tears squeezing out of her clenched eyes at the cramping in her belly from the amount of come being pumped in. It seemed as if she’d been knotted for days when Valentine finally started attempting to yank his cock free. Cara got up and crossed back to the table, bringing a large, dome-shaped plug with her when she returned. She sat very near to the joining of the dog’s cock and Angie’s cunt, holding the plug ready.
She watched as Angie’s head tipped further back and her mouth opened as the dog’s cock pulled harder at her opening. The raw pink border of her vagina stretched thin around the widest area of his slowly shrinking knot. She whimpered as it finally popped free with one last jerk. Cara shoved the plug into her cunt quickly, making Angie grunt with the suddenness of it. She felt only a dribble of come escape, running across her asshole, making the muscles there tighten involuntarily.
The swelling of Angie’s normally flat abdomen was obvious. She could have been mistaken for a good four or five months pregnant, as full as it was. Cara could feel the inside of her thighs slick, she had grown so wet throughout the proceedings. She rushed, snapping at Jonathan to hurry and loosen the laces of the discipline corset enough that she could wiggle her way out of it.
When she was free, she pulled the wedge out from under Angie, making her cry out in surprise and the jolting of her overfull womb, and had Jonathan tighten the restraints back down. She climbed onto the bed and put her hands on Angie’s belly, massaging and pressing against it, reveling in the knowledge of what was inside. A moment later, she straddled her, spreading her cunt open on Angie’s belly, the pressure making her whimper in discomfort. Cara worked her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against the swollen curve. Angie could feel the come slosh hot against her insides. As Cara came, tightening her thighs against Angie’s sides, she felt a trickle of Cara’s juices run down her mound and over her clit.
Cara climbed off, catching her breath and rubbing her own wetness into the soft skin of Angie’s stomach. She reached up and unclipped Angie’s wrists, motioning for Jonathan to help her. After Cara had unclipped each point and slowly removed each cuff, he helped Angie move awkwardly to the area near the chain where she was previously suspended. Cara made her kneel over the same silver basin that had held water for her. She removed the plug carefully, letting come pour out of Angie. It drained into the basin until it was over half full. Cara knelt in front of Angie, the redhead’s hands and head resting on her shoulders as she reached one hand between the girl’s legs and began to massage her clit. The flow of come leaving her body had nearly stopped. Angie’s breath soon turned into short, soft gasps as she neared coming again. The muscle contractions pushed more fluid out in small streams, leaving Angie groaning and shaking as she orgasmed in her utterly exhausted state.
Cara motioned to Daniel. He stepped over and leaned in. “I think it’s time for everyone to leave,” she told him. He nodded and went to make sure that everyone in the group left.
She snapped her fingers at Jonathan and he disappeared quickly behind Daniel before coming back with a clean bathrobe and a blanket. Cara handed Jonathan’s clothes to him in return for the warm things and wrapped them around Angie, then gently handed her off to him while she pulled her own clothing back on. “Take her to my car, and I’ll be right there,” she instructed.
Jonathan helped Angie to her feet and walked a few very slow steps with her before deciding that carrying her would get them to the car sooner. She exhaled what would have been a giggle otherwise as he lifted her and backed them through the front doors.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall against his shoulder.
“Don’t go to sleep, now,” he laughed lightly.
“Mmm…” she sighed.
He put her on her feet long enough to get the passenger-side door open and sat her inside, buckling her in and closing her door, then stood at the car until Cara came out.
“What about your things, ma’am?” he asked, glancing back at the doors.
“Daniel will keep them for me and I’ll pick them up sometime this weekend. Do you have a ride, or are you coming home with me?”
“I… suppose I need a ride, ma’am.” He looked down.
“That’s fine,” she smiled, patting his shoulder and going around to the driver’s side. “Get in, then.”
The drive home was quiet. Angie woke enough to walk in on her own and headed straight for the bathroom with Jonathan shadowing her, making sure she didn’t happen to drowse off and veer into a wall. He stayed with her until Cara came in.
Cara kissed her on the cheek and took the blanket and robe off her, getting her into the bathtub. She shooed Jonathan out to wait in the bedroom and ran warm water into the deep tub up to Angie’s breasts.
Angie felt wonderfully sated, a soothing burn in her muscles and a great deal of heat down her back, bottom, thighs, and pussy from the crop.
“So, do you still like him?”
“Jonathan?” Angie asked in a mumble.
“Of course Jonathan.”
“Mm-hmm. He’s nice. Sweet and noble. All that stuff. I’d have bigger words, if I hadn’t been ridden one way or another for three hours.” She smiles and looked up at Cara through the barcode of her wet bangs.
Cara pressed a kiss to her mouth and stood up. “I’m going to take my shower.”
Angie blinked water out of her eyes. “But-”
“Don’t worry,” she winked. She went out and came back with Jonathan. “He’ll fill in until I get through.”
Jonathan knelt down beside the bathtub and picked up the shampoo.
“You give other people baths often?” Angie asked, watching him but not meeting his eyes for too long at once.
“A few times. I give myself one every day. It’s not that different.” He grinned and splashed a handful of water at her.
Cara showered quickly and told him to go take his own. He disrobed and hesitated, standing near her for a few beats until she realized what he wanted. She turned and dug the key to the cock cage out of the pocket of her discarded pants and removed it.
Angie smiled sleepily and let herself sink a bit lower in the water when Cara picked up the washcloth and soaped it, washing her beginning with her chest. She let herself be moved up and back to be soaped, and was mostly asleep when Cara finished.
“Come on,” Cara chuckled, patting her wetly on the back, “you can stand on your own feet for a couple of minutes.”
She swayed a little as Cara helped her out of the bath and dried her off, being very gentle with her backside. Cara went to her bedroom to get something, and Angie took the opportunity to plop down on the side of the tub again, on the damp towel hanging over the edge. Jonathan finished his long shower and left the bathroom, as well. When Cara came back, Angie’s head had bobbed forward despite her attempt to stay alert.
Cara turned her where she sat and carefully massaged antiseptic ointment into the stripes on her back, then into her bottom. She rubbed tightening cream into Angie’s pussy as deep as she could, when she had her stand again. She put a tee shirt over Angie’s head, too big for her, but just the size for a night shirt, and nudged the redhead ahead of her to the bedroom. She let Angie sit on the bed, but put Jonathan beside her. “Do not let her go to sleep,” she ordered.
He nodded and sat next to her. There was rattling in the kitchen, and Cara brought back a tray of food.
Angie sighed and whined, “Can’t I just go to sleep? There’ll be breakfast in the morning.”
“You need to eat before you sleep. All the energy you’ve spent, and you haven’t eaten since lunch, have you?”
“No, ma’am.”
Jonathan ate like he’d been starved for days and curled up on his side, watching. Angie sat between Cara’s legs and very sleepily took what Cara poked at her mouth. When Cara was satisfied that she’d fed her enough, she set the nearly empty tray on the floor beside the bed and came back up with something else in her hands.
“I never asked if you sleep with a stuffed animal or anything, but I found this for you-” She put a soft, fuzzy, black rabbit with long ears into Angie’s arms.
Angie smiled brightly and squished the stuffed bunny to her chest. “Thank you.”
“Okay, now you can crash, sweetie,” Cara scooted back onto her side of the bed and held the blankets back.
Angie squirmed out of the tee shirt and cuddled in close between Cara and Jonathan.
Jonathan cleared his throat softly as Cara was reaching to turn off the bedside lamp. “Ma’am? Do you want me to stay, or should I call for a taxi?”
“Oh, hush and go to sleep,” Cara yawned and reached over Angie to push his head down to the pillow.
Angie felt his soft cock resting against the cleft of her bottom. She ran her fingers through Cara’s blonde hair as she dropped off to sleep in her arms.
Angie woke with Cara stroking the back of her fingers across her stomach. She wiggled and stretched out long, then curled back up against her.
“I have some homework…”
“Can this homework be done here? Did you bring it with you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Angie smiled.
Cara tightened her arms around Angie’s shoulders. “Good.”
Later that morning – far past noon, really – Angie sat at Cara’s kitchen table with textbooks and notebooks splayed open across the better half of it. Her hair was caught into two neat braids, the even end of one twirled around two fingers as she scribbled numbers from her physics text into equations. Cara was busily making a late lunch.
Cara set a glass of soda down beside Angie and leaned forward to lick a little stripe up her cheekbone before sitting down.
“You’re distracting me, ma’am,” Angie said coyly, unable to keep a very contented smile from curling her lips.
“I have one more thing for you,” Cara said, setting something beside Angie’s book with a little click.
Angie finished the problem she was working on and looked. It was a key with butterflies printed on it.
“I was going to give you one of my extra keys, but I saw those blanks when I was picking something else up the other day, so I went ahead and had it made for you.”
“Thank you,” she beamed and threw her arms around Cara’s neck, practically crawling into her lap with a kiss.
Cara dropped Angie off a couple of blocks from her house on Sunday evening. Angie passed through the living room to show her parents that she was home, pausing to pretend to pay attention to the sitcom they had on the television, before going up to her room.
She took the stuffed bunny out of her backpack, where it had been crammed for the trip home, and sat it on her bed, against her pillows.
When she woke up for school the next morning, she still felt a brilliant high as she thought back over her weekend. She stumbled into the bathroom to start getting ready. Her ass still hurt. She turned her back to the mirror and twisted around to look over her shoulder at it. There were still obvious claw marks reaching far around the back of her ribcage. The welts from the riding crop were still quite raised, purple bruises laced around the edges with red, and a few abrasions among them. She licked her lips and reached back, scraping her fingernails firmly across her bottom, making herself moan a little in pain, but mostly in the fact that her pussy reacted immediately, wetting and clenching with a mind of its own.
She closed her eyes, backed up with her ass against the edge of the bathroom cabinet, hissing in pain as she pressed against it, and ran her fingers over the mount of her pussy to rest at her clit. It still ached from the abuse it had taken, but she let it press between her middle and ring fingers anyway, moving moisture from her entrance up onto it with smooth back and forth motions. She rubbed until orgasm forced her to curl forward on a chant of grunts that came in time with the muscle contractions, her knees weakening and giving way, making her sit down hard on the bathroom rug.
She sat down at the breakfast table, her entire bottom throbbing.
“You look flushed. You’re not sick, are you?” her mother asked, setting a box of cereal and bowl in front of her.
“Nope, I feel great, Mom,” she answered cheerfully and poured milk into her bowl.
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