I couldn't believe those three bitches just left me here tied up and clamped while they went out and enjoyed other girls. I wanted those dumb bitches to use and abuse my naked body so badly, but here I am completely unable to move and in intense pain from the clamps on my nipples and cunt.
Really, I don't mind as much as I say I do; as much as I love being tortured by real live girls, the clamps were enough for me. Mandi, the heartless bitch that she is, invited both her girlfriend and mine over to strap me into her "torture chair," clamp my nipples and cunt, and hang weights from them to hurt me even more.
Also, the true Mandi touch - sliding a thick rubber dildo up my ass. She pushed me down on the torture chair right over the dildo, which was bolted into the chair, and just so I couldn't get it out, she strapped my lap in tight. I couldn't move my arms, legs, head, or body, and my nipples and cunt were clamped. Honestly, I couldn't ask for anything more from this crazy bitch. As much as I hated her, I have to admit I was, and always will be, totally crazy about her.
The girls left in the middle of the afternoon to go play with "dumb freshman girls," but I was sure they just left to make me jealous. And make me jealous they did; as much as I loved the torture chair - and believe me, I did - there's nothing like feeling the lash of a whip or a cane on my ass. The sudden impact, the sting from the leather, the maniacal laughter out of Mandi's mouth as she lashes me, the helplessness from being totally and completely bound - and the fact that there's always more to come.
Day turned to night, and I spent my Saturday alone in the torture chair thinking so many things, including that Mandi could put a big-screen in here and a nonstop sequence of hot lesbian BDSM porn to turn me on even more. She could always take from my collection, though she did tell me in confidence she has quite the collection herself. This, of course, coming from a girl who's never dated anyone she hasn't strapped into a torture device of some kind and beaten into submission, and whether the other girl cries, moans, or begs for more, there's always more.
I guessed it was about eleven o'clock, same time as I came to Mandi's last night, and from the sound of the apartment door opening and girls giggling - including that unmistakeable Mandi laugh that I despise - that the girls were back, undoubtedly with some dumb freshman girl in tow. I didn't doubt for a second that I would be surrounded by some brigade of bitches, mostly blondes, in g-strings. Mandi must have told them what a pain slut I am, and they would all have their turn at me. And at this point, they can have me.
So I was a little disappointed, and confused, when Mandi walked in alone. She was nude, having given her g-string to an adoring freshman girl, and she just stood there looking me over after that story without so much as a word for what felt like an eternity. I was gagged, so I couldn't say anything to her that she wouldn't ignore or mock me for.
I moaned softly, wondering if she would hear me and take pity on me. Not to release the clamps - I wanted those on permanently if I could - but there's nothing I had ever experienced like Mandi's tongue in my mouth, and I was begging for that, unsure if my "please come kiss me" moan was any different from my "please leave me tied up and burn my tits with cigarettes and laugh at my pain" moan. Either one would be fantastic for me - I always felt that Mandi wasted every cigarette she didn't burn someone with - but Mandi's tongue...wow. Talk about addicting. No wonder every girl she met fell under her spell.
So it was a total letdown when her first move was to come over and unhook the clamps. I screamed through my gag - yes, the clamps hurt when she removed them, but that wasn't it at all - and she continued to unhook. First the cunt, then both nipples. And then - I just felt nothing. Mandi had drained the life out of me, and I needed it back. I tried to fight the bonds that held me into the chair. I wanted so badly to attack Mandi, knowing I would lose and be punished. I worshipped her at this point. I needed her.
She simply walked toward the door, as if to leave me without the torture I love so much. The dildo in my ass was great but never enough - not even close. I thought she was headed to another party, but she stopped as she peeked outside her bedroom, and I got a look at her perfect ass. Round, shapely, and so gorgeous. I could just grab it, squeeze it, and never let go - if Mandi didn't like me better tied up. I think she knew I loved her body and how sexy she was, and she denied me because she knew it just left me wanting her 24/7.
"Hey sexy, come on in; the slut's waiting," Mandi said to someone in her living room. I was guessing it wasn't anyone I knew, so the anticipation of being used by an unfamiliar girl was building. I wondered in the back of my mind who it was until Mandi started talking again. "By the way, bitch," she teased, "I thought you should know that I'm on the market again. Courtney and I broke up. Just in case you're interested." Fuck yes I'm interested. "Also, you're on the market again, too. Veronica is Courtney's new squeeze. Veronica told me you're too much of a bitch to put up with, and by the way, the whole 'nice girl' act killed her. Right now, they're over at Courtney's, and Veronica's probably doing so many fucked-up things to Courtney that the dumb bitch doesn't even miss me." By this point I had totally forgotten about the other girl outside Mandi's dungeon; the thought of being Mandi's girlfriend, no matter how fucked-up and demented that would be, was all I could ask for.
So finally the door opens - and in walks the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Tall, curvaceous, long, flowing dark hair, nice, big tits, a big, round ass that almost put Mandi's to shame - she was perfect. She wasn't anything like all the fair-skinned blondes I had previously dated - similar in age, I assumed, but she was black. I had never been into black women before, but she was heavenly, and for her, I would make an exception - or more.
"I'd like you to meet the only girl who's ever dominated me," Mandi bragged. The woman was a bit taller, curvier, and appeared a bit stronger; like Mandi, she was nude, and unlike Mandi, she had her nipples pierced. "This is Cherise, and she's probably my next girlfriend. And if you thought I was a twisted bitch, wait until you spend the night with her. I'll be over here enjoying both shows." I was confused about 'both shows' until she revealed her big-screen - just like in my fantasy.
She had a webcam set up on her 60" monitor and told me Courtney had the same one at her place - and from the looks of things, another cute girl was over there as well. Mandi explained that the other cute girl was her ex-lover from high school, a dumb blonde named Roxy. "So here's how it works, Roxy," Mandi said to her counterpart. "You and I will have naughty webcam-sex while we watch the shows here. Veronica, you'll be dominating Courtney. Cherise gets this dumb bitch here. We'll make the sluts squeal and then leave them wanting more. Then you and I can meet up and get a stripper together."
Roxy gave some airheaded approval response - clearly she had a lot of time in Mandi's dungeon to look forward to - and the two nude blondes began playing with their tits and talking dirty while Veronica, also nude and smoking a cigarette, got to work on Courtney, who was already in chains. Mandi seemed a bit disappointed that I wasn't as prepared to be whipped as Courtney was, but I think she was enjoying talking with Roxy - and more than a bit tipsy.
Right away, Veronica started on Courtney, lashing her tits while Courtney moaned through her gag. Cherise took it more slowly with me, probably because Mandi told her what a desperate whore I am and she loved to tease. I was getting wetter watching Courtney get whipped, but Cherise wasn't really doing anything except looking me over. I loved looking back at her, especially in my total vulnerability, but I needed some action, and by that, I meant I needed her to beat my ass.
I moaned for her through my own gag, one I had been wearing for the vast majority of the last 24 hours, while Cherise started caressing my tits. I so badly wanted to do the same for her; hers were gorgeous and I wanted to lick those nipple rings like I was an addict, but she held back and just rubbed mine, focusing on my still-raw nipples.
I didn't know what to think. Cherise was...really, the opposite of Mandi in every way. Mandi was a cold, calculating bitch who thrived on my pain, and Cherise was, from the way she was acting toward me, sweet. Her fingers sent shockwaves through my tits, and her naked body wiggling before me was so sexy. I wondered if she was a stripper because she had the body and moves for it. I wondered if Mandi was lying about Cherise having her in chains - probably wouldn't be the first lie she told me.
Cherise turned up the heat even more, undoing my gag. Before I could speak, she kissed me - softly at first, and then more passionately. Her tongue was pierced - and very talented. As she kissed me more, thrusting her tongue deeper in my mouth, she mounted the torture chair and straddled my naked body, rubbing her bare, pierced tits against mine.
I met her moans with moans of my own, thrusting my body into hers as much as I could being tied up. I couldn't believe this - Cherise claimed to be this fucked-up crazy bitch, and here she is giving me a sexy lap dance with her tongue in my mouth. Every move she makes is hot as fuck. She rubbed my pussy, feeling how wet I am from her teasing and how desperately I need an orgasm. She even undid my lap belt, enabling me to slide the dildo out of my ass, although I missed it and slid it back in. I may be getting a sexy, passionate lap dance from a gorgeous woman I never thought I'd be attracted to, but I'm still a fucked-up, desperate pain slut who would give everything I had to be tortured nonstop for the rest of my life.
Which is why I was confused about Cherise's next move - she undid my feet. I didn't know what she was thinking by freeing me more and more, but out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Mandi was clueless. She was already most of the way through a bottle of champagne, as was Roxy, and she was far more interested in what Veronica was doing to Courtney than what Cherise was doing to me. Maybe she knew something I didn't. Or maybe she was more interested in getting as drunk as possible and torturing a stripper later.
With my feet unbound, Cherise worked her way to my hands, undoing the left first and then the right. The whole time, she never took her tongue out of my mouth. She wasn't quite as amazing a kisser as Mandi, but several continuous minutes of Cherise's tongue was all I needed. At this point, I was wondering what could possible be next - was Cherise just a sweet girl who would be Mandi's opposite in every way?
Cherise pulled me out of the chair and took me over toward the bed, though we went past it. She rubbed my tits and pussy, feeling up my ass as I squeezed hers; her ass was bigger than Mandi's or mine, and I loved how it felt in my just-freed hands. She was heavenly in every way. I would follow her anywhere.
And I did - right into a secret passage. Only Mandi would have one of these in a college-girl apartment. One can only wonder what - or who - was back here. But I was with Cherise, so I didn't care at all.
Perhaps I should have, as she shut the door to the new area, locking it behind her. She broke the kiss, which, to me, felt like having all the oxygen sucked out of my lungs - come to think of it, that sounds kind of hot in a fucked-up way - and showed me the room. Holy. Shit. If I thought Mandi's bedroom was impressive, I hadn't seen anything yet.
Whips and chains were all over the walls. The ceiling had spikes. I counted at least 15 different ways to restrain a woman, and I was sure Mandi could come up with about a hundred more without even trying. Every stand seemed to have some kind of torture device, including canes, clamps, and choke collars. Even with all of this wonderful stuff seeming so overwhelming, I got the feeling it was barely the beginning.
I was right. Cherise smacked me right in the face, and I was sure she left a bruise. "I'm no sweet girl," she scolded. "I just wanted you to think that so you'd trust me. But bitch, I'm no one you should trust. And when you're finished with me, you won't know what to do with yourself except whatever the fuck I tell you." The sweet Cherise who was passionate and sexy was gone, replaced with a cold, heartless dominatrix who even made Mandi seem normal.
She took out a long lighter and held it up to my chest - I cringed, not wanting to be burned with it, and she held it closer. I wasn't bound but I had nowhere to go - the size of the room was that of a converted studio apartment, but I was sure Mandi had all the amenities taken out so she could turn it into a dungeon. Amenities like, say, a door or a window that I could escape from. It was at this point that I first feared for my life - Mandi was a psychopath, yes, but she wanted to keep me alive if nothing else. From the look in Cherise's eyes, I couldn't make the same guarantee about her. My heart raced, my palms were covered in sweat, and my throat turned dry and I wasn't even able to swallow. For the first time ever, I was pretty sure I was going to die. And I wasn't even restrained at all.
Cherise picked up a cigarette and used the flame to light it, setting the lighter back down and seeing the relief on my face as she did. The relief, of course, was short-lived - she reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to my knees. Damn, she was strong. She could almost drag me by my hair wherever she wanted to take me, and as a psychotic bitch, she decided to test that idea. Given my weakened ability to fight back and her almost superhuman strength, she pulled me easily, taking me to a device similar to the one Veronica had Courtney in.
She shackled my ankles in tightly enough that they couldn't move at all, cuffed my hands above my head, and slipped a collar around my neck. This collar seemed to have a lot of give, as if she was planning to pull me around by it. Before doing anything else, she slapped me hard with her other hand - damn, this girl can use both hands too, I thought as I realized I have no chance of surviving tonight unless she shows me mercy - and twisted both my nipples as hard as she could.
As one last gesture before she walked over to what appeared to be the brains of this room, Cherise crammed her pierced tongue in my mouth one last time, kissing me more passionately than before. She pulled my head closer to hers by my hair, forcing her tongue down my throat as if to remind me I was now her property. Between kisses, she took drags of her cigarette, blowing the smoke into my mouth - I'm not a smoker, but the taste of the smoke off her tongue was incredible.
She broke the kiss, slipped a gag in my mouth, and waltzed over to something fancy-looking, still inhaling on her cigarette. Fuck, she looked hot while she smoked, even hotter than Mandi with a cigarette in her mouth. She pressed a few buttons and grinned, and I had no idea what to expect.
"I thought you should know," Cherise cackled, "that this is the real show tonight. Veronica and Courtney can see you. So can Mandi and Roxy. Also, all that talk about getting a stripper?" Oh hell. "I'm a stripper. And a dominatrix. And that bit about having Mandi in chains? Check this out." She pushed another button to reveal, to no surprise, a huge high-def television.
The video she played looked like a homemade porn video set in a locker room of some kind. "Mandi didn't even know she was on camera. What a dumb bitch," Cherise narrated. "You tried for a year to get under Mandi's skin and she beat your dumb ass every time. I brought this bitch to her knees - and she still thinks about it."
Cherise is dressed in a cheerleader uniform - short skirt with black-and-white trim and no sleeves. She looks fantastic in it, considering her ass is too big for that skirt. On either side of her are two other black cheerleaders in matching uniforms. They seem to be in a tunnel of lockers with a closed shower door at the end, and all three girls are facing the shower door as if to block off whoever's there.
The camera switches to show that there's a fourth girl there - Mandi, of course, except she's naked. The preliminary dialogue shows Cherise demanding sexual favors from Mandi - "and this wasn't staged or anything; I actually caught Mandi in the locker room like this, ass-naked and all", narrated Cherise, as if she does this sort of thing all the time - and Mandi initially refusing. According to Mandi, she doesn't eat pussy. Of course, to the outside world, Mandi doesn't eat pussy; only her closest friends and worshippers know this about her.
Cherise seems to be enjoying how engrossed I am in the video, which shows the two other girls pulling back Mandi's arms and pinning her against a row of lockers. Cherise kisses a resistant Mandi as Mandi turns her head to avoid being kissed - but Cherise, showing me for the first time what a cold-hearted, calculating bitch she is, manages to work her tongue in anyway. At this point, I forget that I'm restrained, gagged, or possibly about to endure the worst torture of my life at the hands of the woman who's tormenting Mandi; I'm just enjoying seeing that slut get what she deserved.
Finally, a few minutes into Cherise's torment, she makes more demands as she runs her fingers along Mandi's bare, shaved pussy; after another kiss, one that Mandi seems to accept, her final demand is simple - "Tonight, midnight, the dungeon. Be there and don't change your clothes." Mandi can only manage a desperate, "You got it, Cherise. Anything you want." Cherise's last words to her in this part of the scene: "I'll be watching you. Midnight. Not a second later. And like I said, no clothes." The scene cuts away as Cherise tongue-wrestles a restrained Mandi and picks up right away in a different area, one I'm assuming is the dungeon Cherise meant. This time, she's in black leather, as are the two other girls in the background - wait, make it four.
"I had that bitch so fucked-up she asked for the two extra girls," chuckled Cherise. "And I did that to Mandi, the bitch who's had every girl who's even remotely bisexual at this school in some kind of torture device. You wonder why she's so feared by every girl here." Again, she laughs, wielding two whips now. "Except for me, that is. And trust me, this isn't the only time I did it to her. Not even close. And if you think what I did to her was crazy, just wait until you see what I do to you."
This time, Mandi's in a device similar to the one I'm in. One of Cherise's bitches starts off whipping Mandi's ass while Cherise tongues Mandi's mouth. Two of the girls were in the background kissing passionately. A fourth waited patiently for her chance to lash Mandi's ass, finally getting it. All four of Cherise's right-hand bitches were dressed identically - leather dominatrix outfits that resembled thong bikinis with knee-high black leather boots. It was really fucking hot seeing Mandi get what she deserved from these five bitches - almost as hot as knowing Cherise had something worse in mind for me.
Without warning, Cherise took my mind away from what was on the screen with one crack of her leather whip across my tits. I bit down hard on my gag, but she glared at me mercilessly as I screamed. I wasn't expecting mercy and honestly didn't want it, but the look in Cherise's eyes - matching the death glare she was giving Mandi as she broke their kiss in the video - told me I was in for something far worse than I could ever imagine. All at the hands of one stripper who makes Mandi look like an angel.
Cherise cracked the whip across my tits again, but this time she warmed up her swing and lashed me repeatedly with one continuous motion - smacking each tit in an alternating fashion. Letting her know how much I loved it, I shook my tits for her. Letting me know how little she cared about my enjoyment, Cherise coldly continued, as if she wasn't even enjoying torturing me.
After about a minute of continuous lashings, I continued to shake my tits as she stopped - drawing a vicious slap from her. "This isn't a pleasure cruise for me, bitch," she said. "This is business. You'll find out as the night goes on exactly what that means." Without another word, she slapped my face with her other hand and lit another cigarette.
Her next move was to hook a chain to my collar, but I noticed right away this wasn't just a leash she could pull on me with. When she hooked it in, my collar got tightened. Fucking shit, I thought. I no longer have any control over whether I live or die. Cherise could murder me tonight, and I have no power to stop her. And as powerful as she is, she'll probably get away with it, too.
As I realized my life was in her hands now, my cunt got even wetter and my nipples stood at attention, hoping she would test how far she could push me. Predictably, the chain on my collar got hooked to the ceiling into some kind of pulley, and Cherise had the power to tighten or loosen it as she pleased. At this point, I was breathing normally but just a bit panicked. I was sure this wouldn't last.
Cherise proved me right as she tightened the collar again, this time making it a little harder for me to breathe. I tried to fight the collar to no avail - I had no room to move in this device, and even my head couldn't move. The collar coupled with my gag cut off my air supply, and I felt myself start to fight for air. At this point, I felt real fear for my life, sure that my life was totally valueless to anyone in this apartment, especially the heartless bitch choking me.
I listened to her insane laugh as she finally loosened the collar, allowing my head a little bit of movement. I looked up and saw the screen, and Cherise and her four bitches were lashing Mandi all over. Two girls focused on her ass while two more lashed her tits. The only things missing were the collar and ball gag over Mandi's neck and mouth, so she experienced the full effect of the whippings and I experienced her pained screams in full. Fuck, seeing her punished was incredible. I'd say it was worth Cherise's vicious punishment, but I would pay her to do this to me.
Again, Cherise slapped my face hard, once with her right hand on my left cheek and then with her left hand on my right cheek. She quickly followed this with a lashing to my bouncing tits and a few lashes to my wide-open cunt, dripping wet from the torture. The pain continues to send shockwaves through my body, and I bite down hard on my gag in both intense pain and mind-blowing pleasure.
Suddenly, Cherise stops, adjusting my restraints. I realize she's making them even tighter, and soon I can't move anything below my neck. Cherise laughed as she tightened my restraints, and I felt so helpless - and so wet. Fuck, I wanted the collar tightened, too. Make me totally unable to move, I thought as she stood and grinned at me.
"There's something missing," she devilishly said, opening the door to the main apartment. Waiting outside was a tall black woman who looked similar to the ladies whipping the hell out of Mandi in the video; upon closer revelation, she's one of the four and is, in fact, Cherise's cousin and a new student. I watched as Cherise passionately kissed her cousin, dressed in her trademark leather thong and nothing else.
The thong-clad beauty broke the kiss and turned to me, undoing my gag. "Allow me to introduce myself," she smoothly said to me. "My name's Dionne and I'm a tattoo artist. That tat on Mandi's ass? I did it." The tattoo reading "Goddess Mandi," one that I saw getting extra punishment in the video, was the work of the goddess looking into my eyes. Her eyes were beautiful, too - a deep shade of brown that almost made me see heaven. Cherise was a beautiful woman, yes, and so was Mandi, but there was something about this woman.
She proved it, too - she kissed me passionately. Her tongue worked over my eager mouth in a way that made even Cherise seem like an average kisser. Her tongue, like Cherise's, was pierced, and so were her nipples as she pressed them to my bare ones, and the taste of her tongue made it evident she smoked just as Cherise did.
Of course, she broke the kiss just as I was fading into a dream about her. "I'm here on business," she snapped, just as coldly as her cousin, and she shoved the gag back in my mouth. "Like I said, I'm a tattoo artist. You're getting a tattoo just like Mandi's. You'll find out why later. Just understand this - you're not allowed to wear clothes ever again. Also," she continued, "you can't move at all. Cherise will be whipping the hell out of you while I put on this tattoo. Understood?" I nodded my head, and Cherise tightened the collar a little bit - again, panic, but I could breathe just fine.
Dionne set up her equipment as Cherise resumed her previous torment, starting by lashing my tits as quickly and vigorously as possible. She used the whip with a fast, continuous motion, alternating between tits without slowing down. I would have guessed she hit each tit square-on, inflicting maximum damage to the nipple, once a second if I could even think about that at the time.
Soon the pain of Cherise's punishment, which she kept up at a speed that was almost superhuman, combined with the pain of Dionne's needle, and the gorgeous kissing cousins grinned evilly as they continued my weekend-long torment. I could see Dionne working in a mirror; she crouched down so her hands could easily reach my ass, and I saw her ass nearly touch the floor as she crouched down and worked on my tattoo. Her leather thong split her delicious ass cheeks, and her tits were almost as magnificent as her round, delicious ass.
Dionne, however, was every bit as business-like in her artwork as Cherise was in her punishment, and she never stopped even for a second as she inked me as a whore. Cherise started to work over my spread-open cunt in addition to my tits, lashing me overhand and underhand and inflicting as much pain as possible to my dripping-wet shaved pussy.
As Dionne continued to work, Cherise stopped her whipping of me and moved over to my collar, grinning with a sick pleasure as she tightened it. I gasped for air, still able to catch a breath, as she laughed at my panic.
Cherise decided to see how far she could push me and tightened the collar again, and I felt myself struggling to breathe. I gasped for air, not getting any, and I struggled against my restraints - to no avail, of course, feeling for the first time as if I was about to die. At the same time, of course, I felt an amazing sense of pleasure, losing all feeling in most of my body with the lack of oxygen only to get it all back when Cherise loosened the collar.
As she did, she greeted my bare tits with her leather whip, lashing me as hard as before. This time, though, my nipples felt everything she did with ten times the intensity. I couldn't get enough. I screamed for more through my gag, begging for her to do it again. Naturally, I had never done anything close to as fucked-up as choking before, but with what Cherise did, she made me a choking addict for life.
Not satisfied to leave me hanging, Cherise did it again, tightening my collar even tighter and cutting off my air supply even more quickly and harshly. Dionne, I noticed, didn't bat an eyelash, continuing to mark my bare ass with the tattoo bearing that bitch Mandi's name. Such a fucking amateur, this Mandi. I was sure I didn't need her anymore. Just leave me in a prison cell or a dungeon with Cherise and whatever other fucked-up girl she brings along, and I'll die a happy woman.
Just as I felt myself about to faint from lack of oxygen, Cherise once again released the collar, and I felt myself coming back to my senses as she lashed the hell out of my hyper-sensitive tits. The feeling her whip across my exposed tits gave me was unlike anything else I had ever experienced. I almost felt myself ready to explode with pleasure and pain mixed together. I didn't care what she did to me at this point.
Perhaps I should have, as Dionne announced that she was finished with my tattoo. Cherise held up the mirror to show me how my ass now looked - Dionne was very, very good. My ass looked just like Mandi's. And at this point, looking at the video, I looked even worse than the punished Mandi did in the video.
The video ended with Mandi forced to her knees, still nude, wailing through her gag. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed, and the other five girls simply walked away, leaving her there. At that point, Cherise paused the video, presumably telling me I had seen enough. I tended to agree - seeing a punished, beaten, restrained Mandi left nude in a locker room was enough for me.
Just then, the door opened - and in walked the Goddess herself. As I expected, she was completely wasted, nude, and laughing maniacally. What surprised me was that she had company - the aforementioned Roxy, also nude and drunk.
"OK, girls; show's over," slurred Mandi, stumbling into the room sipping champagne directly from the bottle. She looked like a walking stereotype at this point - the plastered rich girl holding a bottle of expensive champagne. "The bitch is mine. Thanks for the free tattoo work, you dumb cunts. I'll take her from here."
"I don't think so," shot back Cherise, immediately taking a drag on her cigarette. "I give her what she needs. You just taunt and tease her. I had your slutty ass in chains. I think I can handle a true submissive a lot better than you can."
Mandi laughed some more. "Remember that DVD I gave you of you whipping my ass in the locker room?" she asked - it turns out the DVD that Cherise had shown me was a gift from Mandi. "I didn't show you the whole thing."
Mandi yanked away the remote and brought up the main menu, thumbed through the bonus features, and came upon a video titled "SECRET." It asked for a password - Mandi, even drunk, keyed it in with no trouble.
The video started playing, and in walked a group of blondes - tall, toned, and flawless, and two of them were, predictably, Mandi and Roxy. I saw Courtney in the group and counted twelve blondes. I wasn't sure what the point was until I got a few minutes in.
The blondes, all dressed in matching pink G-string bikinis, surrounded two other women - upon closer inspection, the two women were Cherise and Dionne. The camera pans back through a window to another room - the three other girls from the previous video are accompanied by seven other curvy black women, and all ten are nude and tied to chairs. All ten had gags in their mouths, clamps on their nipples, and were struggling to get free from their ties - and none could do it. Clearly Mandi tied their hands herself.
Cherise and Dionne, surrounded by the blondes, were in their cheerleader uniforms - though this didn't last. Within a couple of minutes, both girls were nude and restrained while the blondes took turns paddling them and slapping them around.
"I bet she didn't want you to see this," she laughed. "But it happened. I have dozens more videos like this. That time she caught me in the locker room? I staged that. She thought it was real because she's a dumb cunt. But that's the only time she ever did anything like that to me. I beat her ass twice a week. And my girls beat her girls' asses more than that."
She showed me more DVDs with the same material - she had a shelf full of binders full of DVDs that had her dominating girls. It was as if this was all she did all day. She pointed to a group of binders that had Cherise's name and another that had Dionne's - and a larger section that had both names. Clearly Cherise and Dionne spent more time in Mandi's dungeon than they cared to admit.
Cherise looked back at Mandi with obvious disdain. "You have nothing on me and my cousin," she shot back. "Those DVDs? Those are blank. You talk a big game, bitch, but you can't beat me. My girls play along with you, but we can take you. And we'll prove it."
"Is that a bet, slut?" shot back Roxy, finally speaking up. "Tell you what. You and your whore cousin against me and my girl Mandi. Winner gets this piece of shit." Pointing to me.
"Let's raise the stakes a bit," Dionne continued. "If you and Mandi win, you and your blonde bitches get my crew any time you want, any way you want, for the rest of the school year. And you get this bitch. But when Cherise and I leave you in tears," as her voice raised a bit, "we get the same. Your blonde cunts, any time and any way we want. And we get the whore. And trust me," she grinned, taking out a switch-blade, "it won't be pretty for any of you."
"Done," replied Mandi. "Right here and right now."
"Fuck you," shot back Cherise. "Not on your home turf. Next Saturday at the club. Mano a mano. No weapons. And just to make sure of it, we all fight naked. Your crew can watch, and so can ours - we tie them all up."
"Fine." The cold words off Mandi's lips. "Let's get out of here. Leave the bitch in the room. I don't give a fuck what you do with her in here. She doesn't leave until I get a tracking device on her."
Dionne carefully freed me from the device, and Mandi pulled down a bed for me to sleep in - for a dungeon, it was quite comfortable. Cherise crushed out her cigarette and stared me down. "You sleep here tonight. The rest of us are going out and fucking a stripper. Sweet dreams," she told me with an evil grin.
She kissed me deeply as the other three left the dungeon, and then she shoved me back on the bed. Before I knew what was going on, Cherise was gone, and the door was locked. I was trapped in a dark dungeon with nothing to amuse me but Mandi's collection of DVDs.
Unable to sleep at first, I amused myself with the collection supposedly featuring Cherise and Dionne. And it turned out they weren't just decoration - Mandi's statement about Cherise and Dionne's crew being at the frequent mercy of Mandi and Roxy's crew? Judging by the time stamps on the DVDs, it was a gross understatement - Cherise and Dionne spent more time in chains than out of them.
I finally faded off to sleep, images of Mandi caning Cherise's ass in my head, figuring Cherise and Dionne just walked into a death trap. It didn't matter to me, of course; either crew would beat and torture me constantly, and I wouldn't settle for anything else. But still, even in my captivity, I wondered which crew would wind up owning me in a week.