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Part Nine
~It was Raven who got the panties last, at the end of a long and eventful month for the magical underwear, and what an ending it makes...~
For weeks, I watched that tape of that mysterious tattooed girl fucking me in Sale-Mart over and over again, and it made me cum three or four times a piece. Wait'll you see it. But I so wished I could find that girl again. I looked out for her, but she never came back to the store, and nobody I asked knew her. I needed to pay her back for what she did to me. Or maybe I wanted to do it again.
By about the fourth week, I'd given up trying to find her again and just concentrated on my video work. My parents were spending the summer in Wisconsin visiting family, so I decided to take advantage of the situation and do some re-decorating. I set up a dungeon in the basement with all my bondage gear and video cameras. I figured I'd be ready for when Cindy came back. I'd make that tiny little bitch scream until it woke up the neighbors. You know how I love to make Cindy scream.
But one afternoon, I was screwing some chains onto the ceiling when I heard the doorbell ring. Went upstairs and looked through the peephole. Guess who was standing on my doorstep? That's right, it was Tattoo Girl. I almost didn't recognize her. Instead of the all-black getup, she wore a grey Quik-Ship uniform, gray shorts that run up high on her thighs and a tight gray shirt that just barely poked out over her little titties. But I would know that jet-black hair, little nose, and big blue eyes anywhere, thanks to the video she gave me. She carried a large box under one arm and a clipboard in the other. I could see a white Quik-Ship van idling on the curb.
This was too good to be true. In seconds, I had my plan all laid out. I rushed down the basement stairs two-at-a-time, grabbed a pair of handcuffs, and jumped back up to the first floor. I took my place behind the front door, unlocked it, and pulled it open so the door would hide me as it opened.
I called out, "Come on in. Be right there, I just need to put something on."
The girl walked into the foyer, glancing around at the June Cleaver decorations. Before she could turn around, I kicked the door shut behind her. My hand whipped out to snap one of the cuffs onto the wrist holding the package. The box tumbled onto the floor. As she looked down at it in surprise, I yanked on the dangling cuff to twist her arm behind her back.
Using her arm wrenched behind her back like a handle, I slammed the girl up against the wall. Her face hit the wall, followed by her chest which expelled a grunt of breath. The girl struggled to twist herself loose, but I had too much practice for that. The more she struggled, the more I would twist her arm up until she let out a gasp of pain and froze. Only then did I relax my grip.
With her cheek mashed up against the wall, the girl's tiny lips squirmed around her words as she yelled, "Hey, what is this?"
I grabbed her other arm and snapped the other cuff onto it. With her secured, I leaned over so she could see me. "Remember me, bitch?"
Her eyes widened. "Oh, shit."
"Yeah, I thought you would. Thought you could fuck me like that and get away with it? It's a small town. I knew I'd run into you eventually. And I got payback."
I grabbed her by the back of her neck and shoved her down to the floor. She landed on her stomach, gasping and trying to squirm up, but unable to get leverage with her arms cuffed behind her back. I stepped on her back to pin her to the floor.
"Let's see what brought you to me." I picked up the box and tore it open. I knew what it was before I even saw the contents, because the whiff of your hot pussies drifted out at me. But I still dug around inside until I found, wrapped in tissue paper, the magic red panties.
I held them up in the air, watching the lace ripple as the panties swung back and forth. "Oh, baby, you are magic. Thank you for making my dream come true."
The girl began to wriggle under my bare foot, trying to free herself, but only succeeded in giving me a nice view of her little ass bouncing around. "You crazy bitch. Let me go or I'll call the cops."
I braced my knee on her back to keep her pinned down and leaned down to bring my face close to hers, so close that I could see the tiny hole in her left nostril from her missing nosering. "Nice try. That only works once. How would your boss like to see your little video performance? Think that might affect your nice cushy delivery job? Yeah, two can play at that game. You're in my castle now, and I make the rules. What's your name?"
Her ice-blue eyes narrowed.
I ran the nail on my index finger down her cheek, leaving a reddened streak on her skin next to her mouth. Her mouth tightened in pain. "I said, what's your name?"
"Krystal," the girl snarled.
"Well, Krystal, you will call me Mistress. Do you understand?"
She glared at me.
I reached down and gave one of her slender butt-cheeks a slap. The cheek was so firm that it bounced only once. "I said, do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," she hissed.
"Good. We're gonna have some fun."
I ran my hands down the curves of her back, feeling the spine arch under me. Her skin felt so smooth and soft. I brushed my fingertips over the legs of her spider tattoo and felt the muscles of her back quiver. It wasn't a quiver of fear or anger, but of pleasure. I could feel the change in her manner. Her desires were overwhelming her anger. She was beginning to like it.
Her breathing quickened as I reached her shorts. I slipped a hand under her waist to find the button and snap it loose. She began to twist herself away, but couldn't stop me from taking hold of the cuffs of her shorts and yanking them down her slender legs to her ankles. Her little ass popped out at me with the cheeks jiggling around a black thong. The spider tattoo became fully visible and I took a moment to admire it. The legs curved down to stroke each cheek of her firm butt.
I traced the spider's legs with my fingers, and felt her shudder under my heel. It wasn't a shudder of fear or anger anymore, but of sensuality. I could tell from the way her back arched and goosebumps prickled under my fingers that she was getting turned on, despite her best efforts. I reached the point where her cheeks curved down to her thighs and gave each one a smack with my palm. She jumped. Her flesh turned a shade of pink for a moment in the shape of my hand before fading back to normal.
"Very nice," I whispered. "I told you I liked that tattoo."
Krystal glared up at me. "And I said I didn't ask."
"You'd better make up your mind to please me. I can be a good mistress...or I can be a bad mistress. And you don't want me to be bad. Now get up."
I took my knee off her back and got to my feet. I watched her wriggle herself around onto her back, then sit up and push off. She had a hard time getting up with her shorts around her ankles and hands cuffed behind her back, but managed it, and I enjoyed the view.
I pointed at the basement door. "March. That way."
She looked at the dark doorway, shot me a curious and fearful look, then hobbled down the hallway to the basement. While she made her way to it, I dropped and stepped out of my sweatpants. I wasn't wearing underwear, so I could slip the red panties onto my naked crotch. Tugging the soft lace onto my hips made me feel even sexier, especially knowing that you girls had worn it before. I could smell all of you, along with pine, seasalt, and perfume. I couldn't wait to read the stories about the panties' adventures, but first I had business to take care of.
I followed her down the stairs into my makeshift dungeon. Her eyes widened at the sight of all the equipment I had down there. And I thought she quivered again.
She watched me with eyes that grew wide with fear and confusion as I took hold of the chain linking the handcuffs together. I used the chain to yank her over to the wall. She tried to brace her feet, but I was too strong for that little stick. Krystal tried to pin her arms down, but once again I got the better of her. I wrenched her arms up until I could hook the handcuffs' chain onto a hook on the ceiling. It forced her to stretch up as far as she could, and even then the toes of her sneakers barely touched the floor.
I stepped back and admired her pale body. With her arms up, her shirt rose up to expose her smooth belly, capped with a tiny little button. I took a walk around her, slowly drinking in the sight of her curves. I reached out and let my hands brush over her left hip, feeling her pelvis beneath her skin. My fingers made their way down to brush the waistband of her panties, around to the small of her back, and tickled the spider tattoo again. Her feet bounced in a shudder that made her sneakers skip on the hardwood floor.
I nodded as I came around to stand in front of her again. "Nice view. But we can do better."
I turned my back and walked away, putting a sway onto my plump hips that I knew made the cheeks roll sensuously for her. I could feel her eyes on my fleshy ass, the naked hunger she felt for my body. I went over to the shelf where I kept my gear and selected a spiked leather collar. I held it up in front of me as I turned around and headed back to Krystal.
Her head drew back and her shoulders came up to try to block me. I let go of the collar to grab her chin with one hand and wrench it up. With her neck exposed, I slipped the collar around Krystal's neck and snapped it on.
I admired the view for a moment of her dangling by her arms from the ceiling with her shorts down around her ankles and a collar around her neck. She looked so cute that way.
"Happy now?" she snarled.
"Not even close." I returned to my shelf to pick up a knife, you know the curvy one with the silver skull on the handle.
Krystal shook her head as I walked towards her with the knife. "Hey...hey, what're you doing with that? You crazy bitch! What the fuck do you think you're doing with that?"
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Her arms and legs trembled as I held the blade out towards her. She flinched as I ran the blade down her cheek, letting the sharp tip glide down the line of her jaw. But her fear turned to horror as I whipped the knife down quickly and sliced the buttons off her gray shirt with one stroke. Krystal lunged back, looking down at herself as if she expected to see her guts pouring out of a gaping wound. Instead, she saw her Quik-Ship shirt fall away without a mark on her tender young skin. I know what I'm doing. She wasn't wearing a bra, so when her shirt opened up, it exposed her bare breasts. They were tiny mounds capped by small nipples surrounded by areolae so light that they weren't even visible.
Krystal shrank away from me, curling up her hips as if her flat stomach could cover those ripe peaches of flesh. I smiled as I used the knife to cut away the sleeves of her top and let the shirt tumble to the floor. I leaned close to her left tit to inhale the scent of her flesh. I could see goosebumps springing up on her shoulders, and the nipples wrinkled as they tightened. I closed my eyes and ran the very tip of my tongue over one of those little buds. Krystal's eyes squeezed shut. She groaned under her breath.
I knew the moment had come. I straightened and looked down at her luscious body, clad only in black thong panties and a spiked collar.
"Let's make ourselves a new video." I strolled over to my videocamera in the corner and turned it on its tripod to face Krystal. With a wink over my shoulder at Krystal, I pushed the button that turned the camera on.
A large television against the wall went from black to color, showing me from behind as I walked back to my prisoner. Krystal's eyes went from the screen to my big jiggling breasts and back to the TV again. I can only guess which held her attention more.
I ran one hand along her right shoulder, leaning so close that our lips almost touched. Almost. Instead, I spun her around from the hook in the ceiling to face the wall. With her narrow back and little ass displayed for me, I returned to my shelf to pick up the smallest of my whips. The black one with the leather tails? I brought it back and teased Krystal a little, dragging the tip of the tails over her butt lightly so she could feel it.
Krystal moaned under her breath, then whispered, "No, don't..." But her back arched, bringing her rear closer to it instead of further away.
I took a step back, admiring those twin globes of flesh surrounding the black thong. "You got a nice ass. But it's a little pale. It needs some color."
I drew back and lashed her ass with my whip. Krystal cried out in a loud voice that echoed in the small basement. The whip left a streak of red on her flesh that was already beginning to fade.
"Tell me you want another," I growled.
"I do," Krystal moaned. "Please spank me again, mistress."
I reared back and gave her another stroke with the whip. The tails lashed across her ass with a snap that filled the whole basement. She jumped, crying out, her body twisting from the cuffs around her wrists.
"Please give me another, mistress," she cried.
I whipped her ass then, one after the other, and every lash made her scream louder. But she begged me for more. Her asscheeks turned bright pink, then red with thin lines as I gave her ten strokes. By the time I stopped, Krystal hung loosely from the ceiling by her arms, exhausted and trembling. I reached out with the whip and used the handle to push her legs open wider. A few drops of her juices dripped out of her pussy onto the floor.
"Such a dirty little girl," I snarled. "You like this, don't you? Like being my sex slave?"
"Yes," Krystal gasped. "Oh, yes, mistress."
"Well, that's a shame. This is supposed to be punishment. You need further treatment."
I went over to my shelf again and picked up my strap-on harness. I slipped into it, pulling them on over the magic red panties, then selected a pink dildo twelve inches long to attach to the harness. While I was there, I also took down my knife again and my transparent butt-plug. I slipped those into the strap around my hips for later. When I walked back to Krystal, she looked over her shoulder at me with wide eyes. Her gaze locked onto the pink cock that bounced against my thighs.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned.
"Shut up, bitch." I grabbed her hips and yanked them back until her butt jutted out. Her cheeks opened wider to me, exposing the dark thread of her thong running between them.
I used my knife to cut the thong. The thread rolled down between her cheeks to reveal a pussy dusted with light brown hair. I reached down and ran my finger up the slit. Her clear juices coated my fingertip. I leaned over so she could watch as I ran the tip of my tongue along my finger. Watching me taste her drew a groan from Krystal.
"Oh, mistress," Krystal whispered. "Please do me."
I went back behind her to position myself behind her jutting ass. She curled her back up to push her ass into the air, giving me easy access to her holes. I braced my hands on her hips and shifted my stance to push the head of my dildo up against her swollen lips.
I just held it there, watching the round head glisten from the wetness coating them. Krystal's legs began to tremble. Her breathing quickened in anticipation.
But I snarled, "Beg for it."
"Please, mistress," she whined. "Give me that big cock. I need it so bad, mistress."
I rewarded her by shoving it in a couple of inches. She flinched, cried out, pushed her hips back further to engulf more of it. I humped forward a few times, enjoying the sight of my member widen that juicy hole, then let her pump back and forth, riding the plastic rod between my legs. Her moans grew louder and stronger.
"Oh God," she screamed. "It's so big."
I shoved my hips forward hard, cramming three more inches into her gaping hole. Her head lolled back as she groaned. By now, the dildo glistened in the pale light of the dungeon as Krystal coated its length with her juices.
I grabbed the back of her head and forced it down as far as it could go with her hands still chained to the ceiling. At the same time, I used my other hand to pull her hips back more. Her cheeks widened, giving me a nicer view of fake cock gliding up into her pussy, but also exposing the red puckered hole above it.
As she humped that dildo, I reached down to pull out my butt-plug. I sucked on the head to get it nice and wet, then worked my mouth and spat a big glob of spit on her asshole. When the loogie hit her ass, Krystal jumped. But she didn't pull away.
I braced one hand on her ass to spread the cheek wide and rammed the plug home. It disappeared with a sucking noise. Krystal almost jumped up off my dildo, but didn't try to get it out. Instead, Krystal groaned louder and rolled her hips to force it in deeper.
"Oh, yes," Krystal moaned. "Oh, that feels so good."
I tugged on Krystal's collar, bringing her face close to mine. I whispered in her ear, smelling the sweat dripping across her neck. "Will you cum for me, slave? Cum for your mistress?"
She opened her eyes and looked back at me. "Oh, yeah. Make me cum, mistress. Make me cum for you."
I used my hand to smack her ass again. That sent her over the edge. The girl came so hard her knees gave out. She dangled from the ceiling by her arms, eyes squeezed shut, cumming all over my dildo until her cream oozed down the shaft. The butt-plug bounced in and out as her ass clenched on it over and over again. Krystal squeezed her eyes tight and cried out to me. I savored every moment until she finally sagged, limp, her head flopping down to her chest.
I took a step back, drawing the dildo out of her, which made a stream of her juices that had been dammed up pour out of her onto the floor. I turned her around so she could watch me suck on the dildo, licking her wetness from the head. Her blue eyes narrowed with desire.
"Very good, slave," I murmured. "Now it's Mommy's turn."
I reached up and unhooked the handcuffs from the ceiling. She dropped to the floor onto her hands and knees, gasping with exhaustion. Before she could get up, I grabbed her by the collar and dragged her over to a leash lying next to a another hook on the floor. I snapped the leash onto Krystal's neck.
I reached up behind my back to unsnap the harness. My strap-on dildo slid down my heavy thighs to the floor.
With her down on all fours, I used my thumb to push her chin up to look at me. "Be a good little doggie and lick your mistress' pussy clean."
I took a stance in front of her, one foot next to each of her hands. I looked down my body and reached down to hike my red panties to one side, exposing my shaved pussy lips. They were already swollen and wet. Krystal looked up at me between my breasts and maintained eye contact as she leaned forward to clamp her lips onto me.
I gasped at the feeling of her tongue entering me. That familiar feeling came over me again. This girl was a pain in the ass, but she knew how to eat me out. She lapped furiously as hard as she could, letting her anger out through her lips and tongue. I moaned as I watched her head moving between my legs, her big blue eyes locked onto mine. Her thin body extended across the floor and I watched her ass roll in circles. I reached down to give it a smack with my hand. I could feel her mouth pull away from me as she jumped.
"Harder," I snarled. "Eat that cunt, bitch. Eat it like you did in the dressing room. Lick it like the dog you are."
Her tongue probed inside of me like a worm, twisting and coaxing out my juices in a stream. I pumped my hips, feeding her my wetness, as I drew closer and closer to the edge. When her tongue sought out my hard clit, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I looked over my shoulder at the video screen. The sight of Krystal on all fours, eating out my hot pussy did it for me.
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