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I felt Tabatha shift her position. She moved just enough to allow me to snatch a mouthful of air. Then she farted, loudly and then sat back down on me. She farted again. This time I felt as well as smelt the fart. I didn’t have the strength to even offer a token of resistance. I lay there, my nose buried up Tabatha stinking backside whilst Miranda whooped and yelled her satisfaction.
“Deep breaths teach.” Miranda laughed. “Way to go Tab’s.” She laughed. “Do her again!”
She did. I couldn’t take any more. I squeezed Miranda’s hand. Nothing happened. I was still pinned beneath Tabatha’s utterly merciless behind. All I could smell was her, all I could see her bum cheeks and the back. I squeezed Miranda’s hand again and again.
“Get off her.” Miranda ordered. The triumph in her voice was all too apparent.
Tabatha didn’t argue and I was simply grateful for the relief. I drew in one great lungful after another. I was too weakened to move and they knew it. As Tabatha rolled me Miranda calmly replaced her. It was like one of those crazy American wrestling matches when two fighters take it in turn beating up on another. This time she was facing me and I found my face rammed up against her crotch. I could smell her, strong, aroused scents that dominated my senses.
“You will do everything that I say.” She began. “First of all you will address me as Mistress and only when I ask you a direct question. Is that understood?”
“Yes … Mistress.” I mumbled. It was such a humiliating thing to say.
“Say it again.” Miranda gloated. “This time, try and make it a complete sentence.”
“Yes Mistress.” I repeated.
“Better, but this time loud enough for Tabatha to hear.”
I cleared my throat. It was dry and felt constricted. “Yes Mistress.” I said, as loudly as I could manage.
Miranda laughed. It was an evil, self-centred laugh of triumph. “That is better. I always knew you’d make a good slave. It’s just a matter of understanding that I am your better; you’re superior.” She pushed forwards so that she was sitting across my mouth with my nose pressed against her mound. “Sniff. I want to hear you sniffing my cunt.”
I did so I felt that I had no choice. It was easier to give in than to fight. It was humiliating but it couldn’t last. Soon I would be free and then I could flea this rat hole and its strange, kinky women. I sniffed her, drinking in her musky, hot stink, the stench of her cunt.
“Well done!! You learn quickly.” She turned to Tabatha. “Get the gear. Our little slave is ready for her next lesson.”
Tabatha bound my wrists whilst Miranda sat across my face, then Miranda rolled off me. It still felt as if she was still sitting on me. I just lay there, waiting for my orders. Tabatha threw a two-inch wide belt to me. “Put that around your neck.” She commanded. I just looked at it before the truth hit me. It was a collar. Dumbly I did as I was told. “Good girl.” Tabatha laughed. “Now stand up.”
I had difficulty doing that. I found that my legs were as weak as a baby. I struggle to me feet. They made no efforts to help: simply standing by and watching my struggles. When I eventually succeeded Tabatha clipped a long lead to the collar. She led me through the school with Miranda in the rear. They led me onto the main school courtyard. It was empty of course. Nevertheless it was still scary being bound and lead outside the secure confides of the library. They stopped me in the centre of the yard. Miranda unfastened my wrists although Tabatha get her grip on the lead.
“You’re overdressed.” Miranda announced. “Take your clothes off!”
I gaped. It was the wrong move. Miranda slapped me hard, on the cheek. I cried out and reached out to protect myself. Tabatha tugged on the lead, the collar bit into my throat. I was thrown backwards and could do nothing to protect myself from the barrage of blows, which Miranda rained down on me. Eventually I sank to my knee’s pleading for her to stop.
“You know what to do.” Gasped Miranda. “Just get on with it.”
So I undressed in the school courtyard, every thread of clothing, until I was naked before them. I felt utterly humiliated. They were piling humiliation upon humiliation.
“Stand up.” Miranda ordered.
I did so, painfully aware of how absurd this all was. I could feel my face tingling from her blows but didn’t dare reach up and touch the sore spots.
“This way!” Tabatha tugged on my lease. I stumbled as I followed her, drawing a kick from Miranda into my ribs. “Move cunt!” Snarled Tabatha. I did so, as quickly as I could manage.
They left me tied to the schools flag pole, in the middle of the court yard, the belt wrapped around the pole so tight that I could hardly breath, they bound my hands and ankles just as tight. I was truly helpless. I couldn’t even turn my head.
“We’ll be back.” Whispered Miranda. She was stroking my naked body, breasts, neck, and belly, even as far as my pubic hair. “Enjoying that, like me touching your nipples?” She pinched the nipples. I moaned softly. She pinched them again, this time harder and longer, until I cried out for her to stop. She didn’t. “What’s the word cunt?”
“Mistress.” I gasped. “Stop, please, Mistress.” The pain lessened. I thought my nipples had been torn from my tits. I thought that she’d torn them from my tits.
“We’ll be back. Just be ready to please us.” Miranda hissed into my ear. She gave my nipples a final twist, which drew tears from my eyes.
They left me. I had no idea for how long, time was meaningless. I realised that I didn’t know how long I’d been out there. I could only guess from the height of the sun that it was late afternoon. It wasn’t exactly hot and gradually I started to shiver, the sun sunk lower and lost even more of its heat. I was becoming genuinely cold and lethargy and tiredness swept over me. Ridiculous as it sounds I started to doze, my body shivering beyond my control. Finally it started to rain, not hard, but persistently, soaking my already cold body. I began to cry, both out of pity for myself and for the fear of what was to come. Miranda was right. I was ready to do anything to cease this torture, and still they didn’t come to my rescue.
The rain ceased, the sun dropped below my horizon and all warmth left the air. I was genuinely cold. I just shivered and shivered, praying now for their reappearance.
“Ready to lick my cunt?”
I hadn’t heard Miranda approach. I looked up through my sodden hair. I shivered as I spoke, my voice breaking up with the cold. “Yes Mistress.” I managed to whisper.
Tabatha was nowhere to be seen. Miranda untied me and finally released the belt. I sank to knees; all the strength had left me. Miranda left me to recover. “My room, don’t bother to dress.” She began walking away from me. I found that I couldn’t get to my feet; the cold had swept away the last of my strength. “Crawl!” Miranda ordered.
I did so. On my hands and knee’s I crawled slowly across the courtyard, over the damp grass and into the warm dry confines of Nightingale House. Miranda had returned and clipped the lead back onto my collar. She led me like a dog. The symbolism obvious even to myself in my desperate befuddled condition.
Inside her rooms it felt deliciously warm and dry. I wanted to curl up like the simple animal I was, just dry out and feel the heat soak back into my body. Tabatha wasn’t anywhere to be seen but I was beaten and no threat to Miranda. She could do what she wanted and when. I would do nothing to resist her.
Miranda left me to recover. I was no used to her in my present condition. I hear pop music but couldn’t focus on the sound. I lay on the floor and shivered, slowly feeling the warmth creep back into my limbs. I wasn’t bound or even restrained. I was too weak to go anywhere. I lay in a huddle, my senses to weak. I heard the door open and slowly I turned towards the sound. Miranda was standing there, her arms on her hips. She was naked. I stared. She looked magnificent, toned, trim, firm breasted and totally, totally confident.
“On your back.” She ordered. She crossed towards me, standing over my naked body. I obeyed. She was my mistress and I had to do what she ordered. “Good cunt.” Miranda sat on my chest. I could feel how warm she was compared with me. I could also feel how damp her cunt already was. “Want are you going to do?” She asked.
“What ever you want Mistress.” I was beat. I knew it. Miranda knew it. I hadn’t the strength to fight any longer.
“Link my cunt.” She slid across my face. I stared up at the pink slash of her sex. I opened my mouth and dipped my tongue into her oily, drippy hole. It felt and tasted disgusting but I knew that I had no choice. I had to please her. Miranda told me what to do, what pleased her, where she wanted my tongue. Like the slave that I was I followed her every instruction. She came. I was almost pleased as Miranda sat down on my face as her climax swept through her, splattering across my face. She held me there, trapped between her legs, beneath her arse and cunt, whilst she recovered her breath. “Again.” She commanded and I obeyed. This time Miranda hardly told me what to do. I licked, slurped and teased her clitoris, her cunt, drinking in her juices. This time when she came Miranda made no attempt not to suffocate me. She mashed down on me, intent only in her own pleasure. I was practically out before Miranda eventually dismounted. She left me gasping on the floor, my body wracked with the pain that comes from suffocation. “I won’t be back before morning. I have a date, that’s something you’ll never experience again. If Tabatha visits, you are to treat her as your Mistress. Understand, cunt!”
“Yes Mistress.” I gasped.
“Good. You will stay in my rooms until I return.”
I watched her dress. Miranda acted as if I wasn’t even in the room and I started to realise that in her world I was little more than an object, little more that the table she ate her meals off, or the chair she sat upon. Only when she was about to leave did she look in my direction. “Clean yourself up.”
“Yes Mistress.” I got to my feet and hurried to obey, heading into Miranda’s small bathroom to wash my face.
In the time that took Miranda had left and Tabatha was sitting crossed legged upon Miranda’s bed. She must have been waiting outside the rooms. I was immediately nervous. I had no idea as to the etiquette that existed between a Mistress and a slave.
“You have a problem?” Tabatha asked.
“What can I do for you Mistress?” I managed to stammer.
“Please me.” Tabatha answered.
“How Mistress?” I asked as meekly as I could muster.
“Better, get on your knee’s.” Tabatha pointed to a spot immediately before her. I dropped to my knees. “Crawl.” She commanded. I did so. Tabatha slid to the edge of the bed and I found myself crawling up an artificial valley made of her stockinged legs. “Now show me what you have learnt!” Tabatha opened her legs wider and I stared into the pink slash of her sex. “Get on with it.” She demanded and pulled my face into her cunt.
It was only the beginning. Tabatha seemed determined to test my strength and resilience, before she had even climaxed I was pinned beneath her, struggling for breath whilst trying desperately to please her. I lost track of the times I made her come. She seemed utterly inexhaustible and utterly insatiable. I licked and sucked and swallowed, hoping that each climax I induced might finally be the last.
She farted and I was made to sniff at her gas, which seemed to amuse her. She laughed as I held my face into her ass as she farted. At last she mashed down hard onto my face, trapping me and depriving me off air. I knew what was coming and I tried not to fight, but being suffocated is a very scary event. I drifted into an unconsciousness that was almost a relief.
When I came to Miranda had returned. She was talking quietly to Tabatha and at first they didn’t notice me but then Tabatha gestured in my direction. Miranda turned and almost smiled, but there was no warmth. “Sleep well cunt?”
“Yes Mistress.” It was hardly sleep but I felt a little better, stiff and bursting for the toilet. “Please.” I whispered. “I need the bathroom.”
I swear that Miranda smiled. “Five minutes, and clean yourself up. You look like shit.”
I scrambled to obey, partly to relieve myself but also out of the fear that Miranda might change her mind. I was out of the bathroom in less than three minutes. I counted each and every second.
“Now get down on your knee’s.” Miranda commanded.
I did as I was told.
“Tabatha tells me how hard you worked to please her. Very good, I expect my slaves to be obedient and hard working. I have something’s to explain to you. They really are quite simple, even for someone as thick and stupid as you.” She stopped.
“Yes Mistress.” I answered.
“Good. Understand this. No, first, get on your back!” Miranda stood up as I scrambled to obey. I lay down as Miranda once again straddled my face. She was still wearing the black panties she’d worn the previous night, so I knew that I wasn’t expected to tongue fuck her. I guessed what she was about to do a few second before she did it. Miranda farted into my face, a long, belching, stinking fart that seemed to last for ever. I heard Tabatha scream with laughter. “Deep breaths cunt.” Miranda ordered and I did as I was told. Miranda stared down into my face. “As I was saying, before I was interrupted, you will be my slave from now until I leave. You will obey my every command, pander to my every desire. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mistress.” I answered submissively.
“You have become the head girls personal slave, that is an honour. If you please me then I’ll pass you onto the next head girl when I leave. Just so you know, that’s to be Tabatha.”
She farted again and this time without bidding I began to sniff her stink.
“Very good. I always thought you would be a fast learner.” She smiled down at me. “Still you still have plenty to learn.” She stood up and stepped out of her panties. “First lesson is how to clean your Mistresses cunt.” She sat back on my chest and then slid forwards. “I spent the night being royally shagged, my cunt still carries the evidence. Your job is to lick the cum, his and mine, from my fanny.” She slid her cunt over my face and I began to suck and lick her. “Yes!” she breathed. ”You do learn quickly.”
By the time that the school reopened I was utterly, utterly, utterly under Miranda’s dominance. She had used me, as her personal slave, even down to the bathroom. I had lost track of the number of time’s either she or Tabatha had straddled my face. Miranda was right. It seemed that the natural state of affairs was for me to be licking her pussy.