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The Stewardess And Her Daughter:
A Bangkok Slaver Story
By Marlissa
Vopat was beyond being merely pleased. He was in ecstasy at my catch for him. Even more amazing, Tam was impressed. The two subjects were perfect for the little act she had designed for Vopat's place -- the next "big" thing, she insisted. I wanted to take my money and get the hell out. But Vopat asked me to stay in order to make Roxanne aware of her new legal and professional complications.
Sarah was left in the chemical c*** and locked in a small room adjoining the office. Tam had me hang Roxanne Bodwell from the manacles and proceeded to slap her lightly till she came to. She did, shaking her short blonde tresses from her blue eyes in shock and bewilderment.
"W-what happened? Please? Where am I? Where's Sarah?"
Vopat pointed to me and she began screaming. "You bastard! What have you done with my daughter! You -- umghh-" Thankfully, Tam gagged her.
Vopat stepped forward. "I own you now. You and your daughter. My girls from now You no go back to England anymore. Live here in Bangkok -- at Candyland. Work for me -- do what Tam says. She train you. Understand?"
She shook her head, oblivious to what he was saying. She focused on me and Vopat whispered that I should explain things to her, to make sure she understood what had happened.
I did so, calmly laying out what had befallen she and her daughter. Patiently I explained how she couldn't return now even if she did escape, which I assumed she was planning on doing as soon as she could. Which she could not, since Candyland was deep in the urban jungle of Bangkok -- from which, unless you knew the neighborhoods and language well, was impossible. She had no money, no passport, and a criminal record.
"You don't exist anymore Miss Bodwell, except as a fugitive. No one will come looking for you. You'd do well to listen to Vopat and Tam from now on and do everything they tell you to do. Everything. Or I suspect things will be rough for little Sarah, understand? I want you to say you understand."
Her china blues simply stared dumbly, tears trickling down, and her mascara running a bit. Finally she nodded and I nodded to Tam to pull down the gag.
"Well?"
Slowly, her luscious lips moved. "Uh, I, uh, I understand. I'll... do anything you say. Just please don't touch my d-daughter, o.k.?"
Tam laughed outright, startling the jittery stewardess. "Your daughter get touched plenty. She virgin?"
Roxanne twitsed her neck to Tam then back to me. "Yes, of course she is -- she's only fifteen! I thought you said, you said if I did, did what she said, that, that --"
"He say you be good girl, little Sarah not get hurt. Not hurt not same as not fucked, bitch," Tam explained cruelly.
Vopat stepped forward, nodding. "You be good girl and I promise, Sarah not be hurt -- my word. But you and she must do everything Tam and I say -- everything. Otherwise..." He shrugged -- such a terrible event would be out of his hands.
"What?" Roxanne Bodwell's face drained of color. "Otherwise what?!?!?" Her voice had assumed a hysteria born out of the ultimate nightmare.
Tam arched her eyebrows in a most patronizing manner. "If you be good girls, then you be kept protected and apart from other bargirls -- used only for my special acts and by Mr. Vopat's important patrons. If bad and you or Sarah disobey, then you serve all customers as lapdance girls."
Roxanne's eyes widened. "You want to turn Sarah and I into prostitutes? You want to make my daughter into a whore?!?!?" she asked incredulously. "And you want me to help you do it?"
Vopat looked at me questioningly. Didn't she understand the opportunity he was giving her, he seemed to ask me. I looked into Roxanne's eyes and spoke with deadly earnest. "If you don't do what she says, your daughter will be turning tricks within an hour for ten dollars a pop. She will do this maybe twenty times a day for the rest of her life. If she doesn't perform satisfactorily, she will be beaten till she does. At that rate, she won't make it to sixteen. Let alone you. You have to be realistic. These are serious fucking people -- no pun intended. Do what they say and you and your daughter may survive. If not, you won't. If you want to keep your Sarah alive, you have to make her obey them -- and you must obey them too."
I stopped and lit a Marlboro. She just looked at me as if I were an alien creature she could neither understand or identify.
"How could you do this to an innocent fifteen year old girl who never did anything to hurt you, who has her whole life ahead of her? How could you?" she asked. She had missed something, somewhere -- this was too horrible to believe of anyone.
I took the cigarrette out of my mouth. "It's my job, " I answered simply. Then I sat back and listened with curiousity as Tam painted a picture to Roxanne of what she and her daughter would be doing to survive at Candyland in the coming days and nights.
"Listen carefully, bitch, and remember everything I tell you. Because I want you to repeat it back to my little Sarah when she wakes up. If you miss one -- just one item -- I use this on her pretty ass," Tam warned sternly, ominously waving her trademark riding crop.
Roxanne concentrated now with all her powers of retention as Tam began to explain. It wasn't long before melancholy tears flowed copiously. But she didn't protest -- knowing full well how useless it would have been.
Tam delightedly ticked off the new reality, point by vicious point. Sarah was to know that she would not be going back to St. Agatha's School for Girls or back to Europe. She would be living here in Bangkok from now on. It was VERY important that she do just what Mistress Tam and Master Vopat told her to do just like a good little girl -- or she would be punished severely. They would be...taking care of them from now own here at Candyland, which was their new home. Sarah shouldn't refer to Roxanne as her mother anymore -- Mistress Tam wanted her to simply call her 'Annie,' which Mistress Tam had decided would be her new name. As a matter of fact, Mistress Tam and Mister Vopat wanted them to be more like good, very, very close girlfriends instead of mother and daughter. And because they were going to be like special girlfriends, they would do a lot of things with and for each other.
The big thing they would do together would be to keep each other very clean, all over. Annie would be responsible for keeping Sarah clean and pretty and Sarah would be responsible for keeping Annie's body tidy. That's why they would be taking showers together every morning. And to keep themselves extra pretty for Mistress Tam, they would be shaving each other in order to be nice and soft and smooth -- shaving their legs and under their arms and...between their legs.
That's when Roxanne Bodwell fainted. Ironically, it was far from the worst thing Tam would later have the Bodwell girls do together, but it was the detail that drove home the enormity of what was going to happen to them that sent Roxanne off the edge. Tam quickly had her conscious again and went right on explaining. Roxanne was numb with revulsion by now -- but listened solemnly as Tam continued.
Sarah and Annie would be sharing a bed as well, a nice, cozy single bed where they would have to snuggle tightly to sleep together. Unless Mistress Tam said so, they would be sleeping without any pajamas from now on -- since girlfriends don't have any secrets from each other. And they would be sleeping head to toe, at opposite ends of their bed -- wouldn't that be different and fun?
Mistress Tam would be teaching them fun new tricks and games, but both Sarah and Annie had a few rules to learn right away. First, they should never, ever speak without permission, even to each other if they were alone. Second, they should smile and hold hands whenever they were together to show what special girlfriends they were. Third, they must do everything that Mistress Tam and and Master Vopat said. They must behave just like two pretty little Barbie dolls for them. Instead of school and work, that's what Sarah and Annie would be doing from now on. Or like bad girls, they would be punished. It was very important that both Sarah and Annie follow these rules -- they didn't want to disappoint Mistress Tam, did they?
Tam's slithery smile curled. There was one last point Annie needed to tell Sarah. Roxanne stiffened, eyes dilated.
"Has she ever asked you about boys? Has she ever had a little boyfriend?" Tam flexed the crop menacingly underneath Roxanne's chin.
Roxanne nodded hesitantly. "Y-y-y-yes." She was stammering badly now. "She w-w-wanted to k-k-know a-b-b- bout how to k-k-kiss a b-b-boy." Her lank blonde bangs hung over her eyes wildly and she looked like a plane crash survivor.
Tam nodded neatly. "Tell her that Master Vopat and I will be introducing the two of you to lots of boyfriends -- and that you will be having lots of kissing practice with her to get her ready for them."
"M-mum?" It was Sarah, from behind the closet door. "Mum?! Mum!!!! MUM!!!!"
Tam unlocked the closet door and the blonde fifteen year old tumbled out. "Look like Princess awake. You remember all the things I told you?" Tam demanded. She cracked the crop down on the table top. The crash echoed in the dingy room and Roxanne shook her head rapidly. Tam unlocked the manacles and Roxanne rubbed her wrists.
Tam pointed the crop at the frightened blonde teen, who was cringing before the three adults. Sarah reached down and pulled her gently up. The blank look was gone. In its place was a twitching, pasted-on happy smile.
"Sarah, I have a few things to tell you. Listen closely, o.k.?" The tone was unnaturally calm, but the eyes danced crazily.
The dazed teenager nodded and listened. Within a minute, the pretty elfin face was clouded with a hot, embarrassed blush. Then the begging began, followed by uncontrollable sobbing. I turned and left, the sniffling of the two Bodwell girls like soft, sorrowful and unbearable music in my jaded ears.
Which brought me back to the Bodwell girls sitting up on stage now, part of Tam's latest demented stage act. They sat attentively, staring respectfully at the oddly normal Tam, in their schoolgirl uniforms looking like a pair of sisters. Tam rose and with a piece of chalk wrote on the blackboard: "Today's Slut Lessons." The girls remained completely motionless. The audience watched in intrigued silence.
"Good morning little sluts!" Tam sneered.
"Good Morning Mistress Tam!" they replied brightly and in unison.
"To make sure you are learning to act and perform like proper little sluts, I have decided there will be a pop quiz today today," she announced.
The Bodwell girls shifted in their seats and looked briefly at each other. Clearly they didn't know what to expect anymore than we the audience did.
"You will be asked a question and given a moment to answer. If you fail, your girlfriend will have the chance to answer. If neither of you know, there will be a double penalty. The girl with the most right answers won't be punished. But she will punish the other girl -- ten strikes with the punishment paddle for every wrong answer." Tam smiled. "Understand girls?"
The Bodwell girls answered, less enthusiastically this time. "Yes Mistress Tam."
"Good -- we'll start with Sarah. Sarah, what is a slut's favorite position?"
Roxanne Bodwell looked at her daughter anxiously. The younger girl cocked her head, blushingly. She looked up with bewilderment, shaking her head and not answering.
"Ten strokes already Sarah! Annie -- your turn."
The older Bodwell girl mumbled something and was told to speak up. "On her back, Mistress Tam?" she answered worriedly.
Tam nodded. "Good -- now Sarah, try a slut's second favorite position. Biting down familiar disgust, the teen answered shortly, "On her knees, Mistress Tam."
"Very good. But then you ought to know that answer -- you are quite the little cocksucker, aren't you Sarah?"
The girl flushed, then nodded. "Yes, Mistress Tam, I am quite the little cocksucker," she repeated mechanically. The crowd liked that and cheered. Her mother remained silent, her eyes glazed and fixed on the stage floor.
"Let's try Annie. What is a slut's head filled with, dear? In other words, what is YOUR head filled with?"
The former British Airways stewardess sighed and kept her eyes averted. "My head is filled with...air, Mistress Tam."
This really rocked the audience, who pounded the tables. Candyland reverberated with the cruel laughter. Chani started to raise her head, but I pushed it firmly back down to its task. With docile resignation, she lowered her head back onto to my semi-hard cock and began sucking.
Tam nodded, then turned to Sarah. The girl played with the hands in her lap, squirming in anticipation of the next question.
"And what is a slut's tummy filled with, Sarah? What do you have in YOUR tummy most of the time, little one?"
The blonde teen's eyes bulged with tears. "Cum. My tummy, I mean a slut's tummy is filled with cum."
"It's protein -- good from growing girls!," someone yelled back in a friendly heckle. The room again burst into heartless guffaws.
"Two last questions," Tam promised, "Annie, what is the number one rule for big girl cocksucking sluts like you?"
"The number one rule for big girl cocksucking sluts like me is to swallow every drop of cum, Mistress Tam," she answered promptly, eager to be almost through.
Tam nodded disappointedly, fingering the punishment paddle. "And Sarah, what is the number one rule for little girl cocksucking sluts like you?"
Sarah's delicate face dropped, then with a relieved smile, answered. "The number one rule for little girl cocksucking sluts like me is to swallow every drop of cum AND not to get my lover's pubic hair caught in my braces, Mistress Tam!" She smiled pitifully displaying her shiny metal braces.
Tam counted on her fingers. "Well, not too bad at all, girls! Only one wrong out of five! Guess that means only ten strokes for Sarah! Over your classmate's lap now, Sarah -- time for your punishment!"
Sarah rose like an automaton and gently laid herself over her mother's lap, raising her skirt without instruction to reveal simple white cotton bikini panties. Roxanne Bodwell looked down at her daughter's backside as she was handed a paddle.
Tam pointed at the pantied ass. "Bare. And I want to see real tears -- no faking. If not, she gets double -- and you get ten yourself from me!"
Roxanne winced and with business-like alacrity, yanked her daughter's panties down to her knees. Looking at the paddle and away from Sarah's face, she began to smash the paddle down. The teenager wriggled, but generally accepted the punishment doled out in quivering pain. After the second stroke, the tears came. Aside from the heavier breathing from Candyland's patrons, Sarah's thick sobs were the only sound in the room. I wondered if she had ever been forced to dole out the punishment and amazed myself at the stupidity of the question. Of course she had. Finally it was over. She rose unsteadily, pulling her panties decorously up before rising off her mother's lap.
"What is a slut's favorite position, Sarah?" Tam asked again.
"A slut's favorite position is on her back, Mistress Tam," came the answer from her swollen throat.
Tam nodded, the schoolmarm grin genuine. She walked to the blackboard again and began writing as the two English females avoided each other's glances. The chalk spelled out the next subject: "Lesbian Lessons."
"Strip, pretty girls. The way you've been taught. You first Annie -- get to work on Sarah."
The two slavegirls diffidently promenaded to the center of the stage, facing the audience. After a moment's wait, Sarah stepped forward, hands at her sides and face downward. Annie stepped up behind her. The mother reached her hands forward around the girl's slim boyish waist and began to unbutton the white blouse from top to bottom. She pulled the garment off to reveal her daughter's white flat tummy and immaturely proportioned chest, modestly covered by a thin-st****d, snow white training brassiere. Next her hands pulled back and unzipped the school skirt, letting it fall to the floor to reveal her already exposed white cotton bikini panties. She knelt, removing the high heels in order to pull off the knee socks. Then the small feet were placed back into the heels and Roxanne rose. Her fingers found the bra hooks in back and delicately pulled the maidenly garment forward and off. The training bra fell to the floor and we all stared at the fifteen year old's meager tit-mounds. She wasn't one of those precocious girls who mature early and so there wasn't much to look at except that her nipples had been pierced. Two small gray metal rings had been inserted in each and hung down, unwanted jewelry for the pretty young blonde. At last Roxanne hooked her thumbs in the shorter girl's panties and pulled them down and off. The room stared at the girl's exposed pussy -- smooth and bare, without so much as a wisp of downy blonde pubic floss. The girl shyly avoided all our eyes as we enjoyed the vision of the nymphet on stage, so meekly stripping for our drunken amusement.
"Now Sarah, do the same for your girlfriend Annie," Tam insisted.
Now Annie stepped forward, the process the same except this time the undies consisted of a pretty white cotton bra that closed in the front. We all held our breath as we watched the daughter unsnap the cups and free the healthy pert 34Cs from them, also pierced and ringed. As Annie's own white cotton bikini panties were removed (I now noticed both girls wore Calvin Klein undies), she revealed that her sex, like her daughter's, was as smooth as porcelain. Tam gestured at her curtly, and Sarah stepped forward, standing next to her mother and slipping her hand in Roxanne's. The two naked English girls waited with smiles served up for Candyland's customers, imitation smiles that only revealed two things -- Sarah's shining metal braces and the absolute depth of their shameful submission.
Behind them, Tam removed the box that had bothered me throughout the performance, but I still couldn't make out what it contained or covered up. Tam stepped between the girls now and snapped her fingers, pointing to the unseen focus behind them.
"Cuddle position." The two girls separated and then met again, face to face, standing over the hidden objects. I saw what they were now. Two burnished steel poles, perhaps two inches in diameter, were bolted securely into the base of the stage. The pair of twin steel rods rose perhaps a foot and a half into the air and were no farther apart than a foot. Each was capped and rounded at the top.
Tam placed each of her palms into the small of each of the Bodwells, pushing them forward till they were nipple to nipple. Reaching into her pocket, Tam pulled out a pair of quarter-sized steel rings. Using her long nails, she unclipped both of Annie's nipple rings and replaced them with the larger rings. Then, with a malicious twist, she shoved Sarah forward- - and proceeded to draw the same ring through her little nipples as well, first removing her other, smaller 'personal' set.
Mother's and daughter's nipples were now locked together, the fleshy rose-colored tips erect and poking each other in teasing bondage. As daughter was a bit shorter than mother, Sarah's nipples were tugged upward to Annie's, giving her trim, slender body an especially lewd profile for us spectators.
"Let us begin with today's lesbian lessons. First, a refresher. Do kissy-face for us, girlies."
The mother opened up her lips and the daughter, a second later, did likewise. Soon there lips melded and the heat rose palpably from between the pair of captive tits as their unnatural passion took flight.
Tam patted their bare asses with her crop. "Now kiss HOT, my lezzie sluts. Kiss HOT for us. Show us how much you LOVE one another."
Lust conquer shame in Annie first and the overheated woman put her arms around her daughter's waist obediently, closed her eyes and plunged her tongue into Annie's mouth. The teen daughter sighed and followed suit, parrying her mother's pink tongue with her own. Breasts were crushed even tighter, and two pairs of hands began to roam over long-familiar territory. Annie's hands kneaded the sweet girl-flesh of her daughter's taut teen ass. Sarah's fingers caressed her the swell of mother's pear-shaped backside, cooing softly as she painted upon the pink, perfect skin. Soft sighs hovered up and over the onlookers as we watched raptly the command performance being put on for us.
"So precious, so touching," commented Tam sarcastically. "Now play nuzzle-titties for us, sluts."
Instantly, the Bodwell girls untangled themselves. They raised their hands up to their imprisoned breasts and placing them underneath, they began to nuzzle for Mistress Tam. With forced dirty-girl smiles, they stared into each other's eyes and began to twirl their nipples around each other's. As Annie pulled hers around her daughter's, Sarah winced in pain, her own small buds yanked along by her mother's more womanly melons.
"Aren't they being good little whores for you tonight?" Tam demanded of the audience. "Hell, yeahs!" answered her from around the floor of Candyland. "So don't they deserve a treat for being such darling little lezzies?" Again, the answer was YES!
A Bangkok Slaver Story
By Marlissa
Vopat was beyond being merely pleased. He was in ecstasy at my catch for him. Even more amazing, Tam was impressed. The two subjects were perfect for the little act she had designed for Vopat's place -- the next "big" thing, she insisted. I wanted to take my money and get the hell out. But Vopat asked me to stay in order to make Roxanne aware of her new legal and professional complications.
Sarah was left in the chemical c*** and locked in a small room adjoining the office. Tam had me hang Roxanne Bodwell from the manacles and proceeded to slap her lightly till she came to. She did, shaking her short blonde tresses from her blue eyes in shock and bewilderment.
"W-what happened? Please? Where am I? Where's Sarah?"
Vopat pointed to me and she began screaming. "You bastard! What have you done with my daughter! You -- umghh-" Thankfully, Tam gagged her.
Vopat stepped forward. "I own you now. You and your daughter. My girls from now You no go back to England anymore. Live here in Bangkok -- at Candyland. Work for me -- do what Tam says. She train you. Understand?"
She shook her head, oblivious to what he was saying. She focused on me and Vopat whispered that I should explain things to her, to make sure she understood what had happened.
I did so, calmly laying out what had befallen she and her daughter. Patiently I explained how she couldn't return now even if she did escape, which I assumed she was planning on doing as soon as she could. Which she could not, since Candyland was deep in the urban jungle of Bangkok -- from which, unless you knew the neighborhoods and language well, was impossible. She had no money, no passport, and a criminal record.
"You don't exist anymore Miss Bodwell, except as a fugitive. No one will come looking for you. You'd do well to listen to Vopat and Tam from now on and do everything they tell you to do. Everything. Or I suspect things will be rough for little Sarah, understand? I want you to say you understand."
Her china blues simply stared dumbly, tears trickling down, and her mascara running a bit. Finally she nodded and I nodded to Tam to pull down the gag.
"Well?"
Slowly, her luscious lips moved. "Uh, I, uh, I understand. I'll... do anything you say. Just please don't touch my d-daughter, o.k.?"
Tam laughed outright, startling the jittery stewardess. "Your daughter get touched plenty. She virgin?"
Roxanne twitsed her neck to Tam then back to me. "Yes, of course she is -- she's only fifteen! I thought you said, you said if I did, did what she said, that, that --"
"He say you be good girl, little Sarah not get hurt. Not hurt not same as not fucked, bitch," Tam explained cruelly.
Vopat stepped forward, nodding. "You be good girl and I promise, Sarah not be hurt -- my word. But you and she must do everything Tam and I say -- everything. Otherwise..." He shrugged -- such a terrible event would be out of his hands.
"What?" Roxanne Bodwell's face drained of color. "Otherwise what?!?!?" Her voice had assumed a hysteria born out of the ultimate nightmare.
Tam arched her eyebrows in a most patronizing manner. "If you be good girls, then you be kept protected and apart from other bargirls -- used only for my special acts and by Mr. Vopat's important patrons. If bad and you or Sarah disobey, then you serve all customers as lapdance girls."
Roxanne's eyes widened. "You want to turn Sarah and I into prostitutes? You want to make my daughter into a whore?!?!?" she asked incredulously. "And you want me to help you do it?"
Vopat looked at me questioningly. Didn't she understand the opportunity he was giving her, he seemed to ask me. I looked into Roxanne's eyes and spoke with deadly earnest. "If you don't do what she says, your daughter will be turning tricks within an hour for ten dollars a pop. She will do this maybe twenty times a day for the rest of her life. If she doesn't perform satisfactorily, she will be beaten till she does. At that rate, she won't make it to sixteen. Let alone you. You have to be realistic. These are serious fucking people -- no pun intended. Do what they say and you and your daughter may survive. If not, you won't. If you want to keep your Sarah alive, you have to make her obey them -- and you must obey them too."
I stopped and lit a Marlboro. She just looked at me as if I were an alien creature she could neither understand or identify.
"How could you do this to an innocent fifteen year old girl who never did anything to hurt you, who has her whole life ahead of her? How could you?" she asked. She had missed something, somewhere -- this was too horrible to believe of anyone.
I took the cigarrette out of my mouth. "It's my job, " I answered simply. Then I sat back and listened with curiousity as Tam painted a picture to Roxanne of what she and her daughter would be doing to survive at Candyland in the coming days and nights.
"Listen carefully, bitch, and remember everything I tell you. Because I want you to repeat it back to my little Sarah when she wakes up. If you miss one -- just one item -- I use this on her pretty ass," Tam warned sternly, ominously waving her trademark riding crop.
Roxanne concentrated now with all her powers of retention as Tam began to explain. It wasn't long before melancholy tears flowed copiously. But she didn't protest -- knowing full well how useless it would have been.
Tam delightedly ticked off the new reality, point by vicious point. Sarah was to know that she would not be going back to St. Agatha's School for Girls or back to Europe. She would be living here in Bangkok from now on. It was VERY important that she do just what Mistress Tam and Master Vopat told her to do just like a good little girl -- or she would be punished severely. They would be...taking care of them from now own here at Candyland, which was their new home. Sarah shouldn't refer to Roxanne as her mother anymore -- Mistress Tam wanted her to simply call her 'Annie,' which Mistress Tam had decided would be her new name. As a matter of fact, Mistress Tam and Mister Vopat wanted them to be more like good, very, very close girlfriends instead of mother and daughter. And because they were going to be like special girlfriends, they would do a lot of things with and for each other.
The big thing they would do together would be to keep each other very clean, all over. Annie would be responsible for keeping Sarah clean and pretty and Sarah would be responsible for keeping Annie's body tidy. That's why they would be taking showers together every morning. And to keep themselves extra pretty for Mistress Tam, they would be shaving each other in order to be nice and soft and smooth -- shaving their legs and under their arms and...between their legs.
That's when Roxanne Bodwell fainted. Ironically, it was far from the worst thing Tam would later have the Bodwell girls do together, but it was the detail that drove home the enormity of what was going to happen to them that sent Roxanne off the edge. Tam quickly had her conscious again and went right on explaining. Roxanne was numb with revulsion by now -- but listened solemnly as Tam continued.
Sarah and Annie would be sharing a bed as well, a nice, cozy single bed where they would have to snuggle tightly to sleep together. Unless Mistress Tam said so, they would be sleeping without any pajamas from now on -- since girlfriends don't have any secrets from each other. And they would be sleeping head to toe, at opposite ends of their bed -- wouldn't that be different and fun?
Mistress Tam would be teaching them fun new tricks and games, but both Sarah and Annie had a few rules to learn right away. First, they should never, ever speak without permission, even to each other if they were alone. Second, they should smile and hold hands whenever they were together to show what special girlfriends they were. Third, they must do everything that Mistress Tam and and Master Vopat said. They must behave just like two pretty little Barbie dolls for them. Instead of school and work, that's what Sarah and Annie would be doing from now on. Or like bad girls, they would be punished. It was very important that both Sarah and Annie follow these rules -- they didn't want to disappoint Mistress Tam, did they?
Tam's slithery smile curled. There was one last point Annie needed to tell Sarah. Roxanne stiffened, eyes dilated.
"Has she ever asked you about boys? Has she ever had a little boyfriend?" Tam flexed the crop menacingly underneath Roxanne's chin.
Roxanne nodded hesitantly. "Y-y-y-yes." She was stammering badly now. "She w-w-wanted to k-k-know a-b-b- bout how to k-k-kiss a b-b-boy." Her lank blonde bangs hung over her eyes wildly and she looked like a plane crash survivor.
Tam nodded neatly. "Tell her that Master Vopat and I will be introducing the two of you to lots of boyfriends -- and that you will be having lots of kissing practice with her to get her ready for them."
"M-mum?" It was Sarah, from behind the closet door. "Mum?! Mum!!!! MUM!!!!"
Tam unlocked the closet door and the blonde fifteen year old tumbled out. "Look like Princess awake. You remember all the things I told you?" Tam demanded. She cracked the crop down on the table top. The crash echoed in the dingy room and Roxanne shook her head rapidly. Tam unlocked the manacles and Roxanne rubbed her wrists.
Tam pointed the crop at the frightened blonde teen, who was cringing before the three adults. Sarah reached down and pulled her gently up. The blank look was gone. In its place was a twitching, pasted-on happy smile.
"Sarah, I have a few things to tell you. Listen closely, o.k.?" The tone was unnaturally calm, but the eyes danced crazily.
The dazed teenager nodded and listened. Within a minute, the pretty elfin face was clouded with a hot, embarrassed blush. Then the begging began, followed by uncontrollable sobbing. I turned and left, the sniffling of the two Bodwell girls like soft, sorrowful and unbearable music in my jaded ears.
Which brought me back to the Bodwell girls sitting up on stage now, part of Tam's latest demented stage act. They sat attentively, staring respectfully at the oddly normal Tam, in their schoolgirl uniforms looking like a pair of sisters. Tam rose and with a piece of chalk wrote on the blackboard: "Today's Slut Lessons." The girls remained completely motionless. The audience watched in intrigued silence.
"Good morning little sluts!" Tam sneered.
"Good Morning Mistress Tam!" they replied brightly and in unison.
"To make sure you are learning to act and perform like proper little sluts, I have decided there will be a pop quiz today today," she announced.
The Bodwell girls shifted in their seats and looked briefly at each other. Clearly they didn't know what to expect anymore than we the audience did.
"You will be asked a question and given a moment to answer. If you fail, your girlfriend will have the chance to answer. If neither of you know, there will be a double penalty. The girl with the most right answers won't be punished. But she will punish the other girl -- ten strikes with the punishment paddle for every wrong answer." Tam smiled. "Understand girls?"
The Bodwell girls answered, less enthusiastically this time. "Yes Mistress Tam."
"Good -- we'll start with Sarah. Sarah, what is a slut's favorite position?"
Roxanne Bodwell looked at her daughter anxiously. The younger girl cocked her head, blushingly. She looked up with bewilderment, shaking her head and not answering.
"Ten strokes already Sarah! Annie -- your turn."
The older Bodwell girl mumbled something and was told to speak up. "On her back, Mistress Tam?" she answered worriedly.
Tam nodded. "Good -- now Sarah, try a slut's second favorite position. Biting down familiar disgust, the teen answered shortly, "On her knees, Mistress Tam."
"Very good. But then you ought to know that answer -- you are quite the little cocksucker, aren't you Sarah?"
The girl flushed, then nodded. "Yes, Mistress Tam, I am quite the little cocksucker," she repeated mechanically. The crowd liked that and cheered. Her mother remained silent, her eyes glazed and fixed on the stage floor.
"Let's try Annie. What is a slut's head filled with, dear? In other words, what is YOUR head filled with?"
The former British Airways stewardess sighed and kept her eyes averted. "My head is filled with...air, Mistress Tam."
This really rocked the audience, who pounded the tables. Candyland reverberated with the cruel laughter. Chani started to raise her head, but I pushed it firmly back down to its task. With docile resignation, she lowered her head back onto to my semi-hard cock and began sucking.
Tam nodded, then turned to Sarah. The girl played with the hands in her lap, squirming in anticipation of the next question.
"And what is a slut's tummy filled with, Sarah? What do you have in YOUR tummy most of the time, little one?"
The blonde teen's eyes bulged with tears. "Cum. My tummy, I mean a slut's tummy is filled with cum."
"It's protein -- good from growing girls!," someone yelled back in a friendly heckle. The room again burst into heartless guffaws.
"Two last questions," Tam promised, "Annie, what is the number one rule for big girl cocksucking sluts like you?"
"The number one rule for big girl cocksucking sluts like me is to swallow every drop of cum, Mistress Tam," she answered promptly, eager to be almost through.
Tam nodded disappointedly, fingering the punishment paddle. "And Sarah, what is the number one rule for little girl cocksucking sluts like you?"
Sarah's delicate face dropped, then with a relieved smile, answered. "The number one rule for little girl cocksucking sluts like me is to swallow every drop of cum AND not to get my lover's pubic hair caught in my braces, Mistress Tam!" She smiled pitifully displaying her shiny metal braces.
Tam counted on her fingers. "Well, not too bad at all, girls! Only one wrong out of five! Guess that means only ten strokes for Sarah! Over your classmate's lap now, Sarah -- time for your punishment!"
Sarah rose like an automaton and gently laid herself over her mother's lap, raising her skirt without instruction to reveal simple white cotton bikini panties. Roxanne Bodwell looked down at her daughter's backside as she was handed a paddle.
Tam pointed at the pantied ass. "Bare. And I want to see real tears -- no faking. If not, she gets double -- and you get ten yourself from me!"
Roxanne winced and with business-like alacrity, yanked her daughter's panties down to her knees. Looking at the paddle and away from Sarah's face, she began to smash the paddle down. The teenager wriggled, but generally accepted the punishment doled out in quivering pain. After the second stroke, the tears came. Aside from the heavier breathing from Candyland's patrons, Sarah's thick sobs were the only sound in the room. I wondered if she had ever been forced to dole out the punishment and amazed myself at the stupidity of the question. Of course she had. Finally it was over. She rose unsteadily, pulling her panties decorously up before rising off her mother's lap.
"What is a slut's favorite position, Sarah?" Tam asked again.
"A slut's favorite position is on her back, Mistress Tam," came the answer from her swollen throat.
Tam nodded, the schoolmarm grin genuine. She walked to the blackboard again and began writing as the two English females avoided each other's glances. The chalk spelled out the next subject: "Lesbian Lessons."
"Strip, pretty girls. The way you've been taught. You first Annie -- get to work on Sarah."
The two slavegirls diffidently promenaded to the center of the stage, facing the audience. After a moment's wait, Sarah stepped forward, hands at her sides and face downward. Annie stepped up behind her. The mother reached her hands forward around the girl's slim boyish waist and began to unbutton the white blouse from top to bottom. She pulled the garment off to reveal her daughter's white flat tummy and immaturely proportioned chest, modestly covered by a thin-st****d, snow white training brassiere. Next her hands pulled back and unzipped the school skirt, letting it fall to the floor to reveal her already exposed white cotton bikini panties. She knelt, removing the high heels in order to pull off the knee socks. Then the small feet were placed back into the heels and Roxanne rose. Her fingers found the bra hooks in back and delicately pulled the maidenly garment forward and off. The training bra fell to the floor and we all stared at the fifteen year old's meager tit-mounds. She wasn't one of those precocious girls who mature early and so there wasn't much to look at except that her nipples had been pierced. Two small gray metal rings had been inserted in each and hung down, unwanted jewelry for the pretty young blonde. At last Roxanne hooked her thumbs in the shorter girl's panties and pulled them down and off. The room stared at the girl's exposed pussy -- smooth and bare, without so much as a wisp of downy blonde pubic floss. The girl shyly avoided all our eyes as we enjoyed the vision of the nymphet on stage, so meekly stripping for our drunken amusement.
"Now Sarah, do the same for your girlfriend Annie," Tam insisted.
Now Annie stepped forward, the process the same except this time the undies consisted of a pretty white cotton bra that closed in the front. We all held our breath as we watched the daughter unsnap the cups and free the healthy pert 34Cs from them, also pierced and ringed. As Annie's own white cotton bikini panties were removed (I now noticed both girls wore Calvin Klein undies), she revealed that her sex, like her daughter's, was as smooth as porcelain. Tam gestured at her curtly, and Sarah stepped forward, standing next to her mother and slipping her hand in Roxanne's. The two naked English girls waited with smiles served up for Candyland's customers, imitation smiles that only revealed two things -- Sarah's shining metal braces and the absolute depth of their shameful submission.
Behind them, Tam removed the box that had bothered me throughout the performance, but I still couldn't make out what it contained or covered up. Tam stepped between the girls now and snapped her fingers, pointing to the unseen focus behind them.
"Cuddle position." The two girls separated and then met again, face to face, standing over the hidden objects. I saw what they were now. Two burnished steel poles, perhaps two inches in diameter, were bolted securely into the base of the stage. The pair of twin steel rods rose perhaps a foot and a half into the air and were no farther apart than a foot. Each was capped and rounded at the top.
Tam placed each of her palms into the small of each of the Bodwells, pushing them forward till they were nipple to nipple. Reaching into her pocket, Tam pulled out a pair of quarter-sized steel rings. Using her long nails, she unclipped both of Annie's nipple rings and replaced them with the larger rings. Then, with a malicious twist, she shoved Sarah forward- - and proceeded to draw the same ring through her little nipples as well, first removing her other, smaller 'personal' set.
Mother's and daughter's nipples were now locked together, the fleshy rose-colored tips erect and poking each other in teasing bondage. As daughter was a bit shorter than mother, Sarah's nipples were tugged upward to Annie's, giving her trim, slender body an especially lewd profile for us spectators.
"Let us begin with today's lesbian lessons. First, a refresher. Do kissy-face for us, girlies."
The mother opened up her lips and the daughter, a second later, did likewise. Soon there lips melded and the heat rose palpably from between the pair of captive tits as their unnatural passion took flight.
Tam patted their bare asses with her crop. "Now kiss HOT, my lezzie sluts. Kiss HOT for us. Show us how much you LOVE one another."
Lust conquer shame in Annie first and the overheated woman put her arms around her daughter's waist obediently, closed her eyes and plunged her tongue into Annie's mouth. The teen daughter sighed and followed suit, parrying her mother's pink tongue with her own. Breasts were crushed even tighter, and two pairs of hands began to roam over long-familiar territory. Annie's hands kneaded the sweet girl-flesh of her daughter's taut teen ass. Sarah's fingers caressed her the swell of mother's pear-shaped backside, cooing softly as she painted upon the pink, perfect skin. Soft sighs hovered up and over the onlookers as we watched raptly the command performance being put on for us.
"So precious, so touching," commented Tam sarcastically. "Now play nuzzle-titties for us, sluts."
Instantly, the Bodwell girls untangled themselves. They raised their hands up to their imprisoned breasts and placing them underneath, they began to nuzzle for Mistress Tam. With forced dirty-girl smiles, they stared into each other's eyes and began to twirl their nipples around each other's. As Annie pulled hers around her daughter's, Sarah winced in pain, her own small buds yanked along by her mother's more womanly melons.
"Aren't they being good little whores for you tonight?" Tam demanded of the audience. "Hell, yeahs!" answered her from around the floor of Candyland. "So don't they deserve a treat for being such darling little lezzies?" Again, the answer was YES!
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