Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2018 21:39:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brian Masters <brianmasters67@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught Coach Part Two

Caught Coach Part Two

By Brian Masters

This is the continuationof one of my older stories when I wrote under a
different name. As always,please donate to Nifty so this great site can
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It hadonly been a week Sara thought, just one week since her life had been
taken fromher, turned upside down and then used to beat her
senseless. Seven short dayssince her students had caught her in the locker
room sniffing Stacy's panties and getting herselfoff. And those seven days
had been anything but boring for her and her newowners.

True totheir word the girls had made quick use of their slave. Every chance
they gotto abuse or humiliate the middle aged woman, they took. Every day
Sara wasexpected to serve her new mistresses in some degrading way. She had
beenordered to add the title Miss too each of the girl's names anytime she
was alonewith them and also to keep herself available night and day to
their urges. Thegirls never really left her much time to herself. One or
more of them wasalways with her. They had taken to staying at her house on
nights when Sara's husband, John, was out of townwhich was quite frequent
to Sara's dismay and tonight was no exception.

Sara wason her knees again. It seemed that Sara was always on her knees
these days literallyand figuratively. Her knees hurt of course but nothing
compared to the pain inher breasts and her back. Stacy was staying with
Sara tonight and was catchingup on some studying and torturing Sara at the
same time. Ever the industriousyoung girl, Stacy had come up with a
particularly devious way to torment hercoach while at the same time
relaxing in comfort with her feet up reading herhistory notes.

Stacy hadstopped at the local hardware store on her way over and bought
some rope and asmall piece of wood. She had been browsing the BDSM websites
last night and hadcome across a wonderful picture that had inspired her to
new heights of sadism.Upon arrival at Sara's home, Stacy ordered her slave
to disrobe and follow her into theliving room. Stacy slipped off her own
clothes and sat her naked ass onto Sara's favorite white chair. Stacy
hadthen snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor between her feet. Sara
wasnow too well trained to disobey her owner and was quick to drop to her
knees.

Stacy smiledat the older woman and just for laughs slapped her hard across
the face. Saranever knew when such abuse would occur and was becoming as
skittish as a kittensince all four of her owners enjoyed slapping her for
no reason and withoutprovocation or warning. Stacy giggled at the shocked
look on the face of hersimpering little whore and reveled in the single
tear that rolled down theuseless cunt's now redface. "I have atreat for you
tonight, cunt." Stacy said to her kneeling toy. "I'm going to let you look
at mybeautiful pussy for a couple of hours while I study. Now I know you'll
want to lick it but for nowjust look." Saratried to hide the disgust on her
face. She in no way wanted to look at or lickthe pussy of this hateful
nasty young girl but knew she had no choice in thematter. One week ago Sara
might have loved the thought of tenderly making loveto the beautiful young
volleyball player but after seven days of torture andabuse she now hated
the very thought of even looking at Stacy.

Sara's brief reverie was broken by thetouch of her mistress' hands on her
right breast. Stacy was winding a think cordaround the base of Sara's
breast so tightly that the majority of the flesh was bulging outin front of
Sara and already turning a dark shade of red. Stacy was hummingsoftly as
she carefully wound the cord in a neat pattern around the bloated titof her
slave. No bondage artist or sailor would fault the girl's rope work as she
bound theolder woman's righttit and began to work on the left. The rope was
kept in close to Sara's body and only 3 or 4revolutions encircled each
breast before Stacy finished with a nice figure 8pattern around each
protruding mound of flesh. But Stacy wasn't finished yet. She now cut
alength of the rope and tied each end to the figure 8 pattern. She then
took thesmall flat piece of wood and laid it on the hanging length of rope,
the effectof which put one in mind of a perverted child's swing hanging
below two very swollen and angry colored tits.

Sara wasin quite a considerable amount of pain already but knew her torture
was onlybeginning. Stacy then moved behind the older woman and tied her
wrists togetherand then her ankles. She tied a length of rope from the
wrist restraints to theankles efficiently locking them together. Only 2
more to go Stacy thought asshe cut more rope. One length bound Sara's
elbows while the other was used on her thighs just above theknees. Sara was
quite the sight now, totally immobile and bound like one of themodels in
the magazines Stacy and her friends loved so much. Stacy knelt downin front
of her coach and smiled demurely as she lifted Sara's soiled panties up to
the woman's mouth. "Open wide slut and I'll give you something to suck
onwhile I work." Saraopened her mouth and Stacy slid the panties in crotch
to tongue and filled herslave's oralcavity with the silky garment.

Her toynow trussed up to her liking, Stacy walked out into the kitchen for
a beer andsome chips. When she returned she settled into the big white
chair with hersnack and her history notes. She lit a cigarette and blew the
first puff ofsmoke into her coach's face. "Now you be a good little cunt
and stay quite while Istudy. If you move or do anything to distract me, I
will beat your ass bloody." Stacy said. With a seeminglypracticed flourish
Stacy lifted both legs into the air and settled her feetcomfortably onto
the piece of wood hanging from Sara's tits.

Theexplosion of pain was immediate and unbelievable for Sara. She never
thoughtanyone could be as cruel as her mistress. Her breasts were on
fire. The addedweight to the ropes caused them to cut cruelly into the
flesh of Sara's once proud breasts and pulledthem straight down. This
caused all the blood to be trapped in the bulging redorbs and they began to
throb in time with Sara's heartbeat.

Sarascreamed once into the panty gag and was rewarded with immediate
retributionfrom Stacy. The young girl lifted her feet and let them drop
back down onto theboard proving the point that she would stand no noise
from her slave. It tookall of Sara's will tonot pass out from the pain. She
whimpered softly and bit the inside of hermouth to stifle the scream that
threatened to escape.

Stacy wassmiling. The pain she was causing Sara was actually making her
happy. Saraalmost couldn't believesuch a thing was possible if she hadn't
seen the same thing in action several times over the past week.Still it
shocked her to think that her agony could be the cause of such joy forthe
beautiful young girl.

Stacysighed, took another hit from her smoke and settled in to the task of
studyingfor her history exam. In no time she lost herself in her studies
and forgot allabout the naked, trembling woman at her feet.

Sara onthe other hand could think of nothing else but herself. She was in
agony. Only5 minutes in and her tits were screaming for release. Her back
was beginning toache from the strain and her knees creaked in
protest. Tears were streamingfrom her eyes and her nose was running but
Sara dared not sniff or make anynoise that might anger her
mistress. Instead she knelt there on her own livingroom floor struggling to
stay conscious and to stay upright. She was being usedas a footstool in her
own home by a cruel and twisted teenager and there wasnothing she could do
to put a stop to any of this torment.

As shesuffered in silence, Sara had time to think of her predicament. If
only she hadput a stop to this on that fateful first day. If she had
allowed the girls tofollow through with their threat to expose her Sara
would not be in this awfulsituation. True she would be unemployed,
divorced, and a pariah to everyone sheknew, but she would be free of this
despicable girl and her 3 friends. InsteadSara had gone along thinking
things were as bad as they could get. She hadlicked the girls to orgasm,
had been abused by them physically and pissed on inthe end but through it
all Sara thought that first day would be the last.

Of courseit had not and now instead of a story of a coach sniffing a
player's panties, there were picturesand video of many terrible events. The
girls had filmed everything that firstday making sure to keep their faces
out of frame. They had used that video toconvince Sara there was no
escape. And they had recorded many other despicableacts over the next 7
days to seal the coach's fate once and for all. It would mean prison time
if Sara triedto stop things now. She was caught and would be forced to
serve as the girls' plaything for as long asthey wished.

Stacy shiftedher feet and the pain broke Sara's train of thought. She was
forced to feel the pain fully as longas she couldn't escapewith other
thoughts. Stacy crossed her ankles and settled her feet back downcausing
Sara to whimper in pain. Without lowering her notebook or looking up,Stacy
said, "You'll payfor that later, cunt". Sara was terrified at what that
might mean.

Stacyfinished studying after 2 grueling hours and put her notebook on the
nearby endtable. She stretched her arms and sighed contentedly while
smiling down at hermiserable slave. Sara was a mess. Her face was red from
crying and streakedwith tears and snot trails. Her facial excretions had
been dripping onto Stacy's feet for the past 2 hours andSara knew she would
be licking the girl's feet clean soon enough. Sara's tits were an ugly
shade of purple and looked ready to burst. Thepain in her chest and back
was so bad she was using all of her strength to keepfrom passing out. Sara
trembled uncontrollably from the pain and exhaustion.

Stacyremoved her feet from the board and leaned forward to get a better
look at Sara's tits. Sara was shaking hardernow and swaying from side to
side. Her young mistress began poking the flesh ofher breasts with her
index finger and marveling at how taut the flesh was fromits hours of
bondage.

Stacy wasgrinning as she began to fondle her slave's tits. She squeezed and
tweaked them occasionally flicking anipple with her finger all the while
staring at Sara's face watching her contort inagony with each new torture.

The olderwoman was moaning in pain now and praying for this cruel cat and
mouse game toend. Stacy was teasing Sara's nipples twisting them like radio
knobs and laughing at the painit caused. The girl was beginning to get
excited by the pain in her coach's eyes and the sexy way herpurple tits
stuck out toward her. Stacy was squeezing Sara's tits harder now, mauling
themhard enough to leave handprints in the purple flesh. Sara's moans were
becoming screams ofpain now causing Stacy's pussy to moisten even more.

SuddenlyStacy got up and went into the kitchen. She returned with a pair of
scissorsand quickly cut the rope binding Sara's wrists to her ankles. She
then pushed the older woman over ontoher back. The pain for Sara was
immediate and white hot. As blood returned toher legs and arms Sara again
thought she would black out from the pain. Shescreamed into her panty gag
and began crying like a newborn.

Stacygrinned down at her captive and straddled the crying woman's
chest. The young girl had anathletic build and was quite proud of the
contrast she saw between her ownlithe body and that of the blubbering older
woman lying between her feet. Stacyslowly lowered herself down until her
ass was hovering just above Sara's swollen tits. The girl smiledat her
coach and said, "Look at those fucking tits. They actually look
kindacomfortable all ballooned out like that." Sara's eyesopened wide as
she realized Stacy's intention. Stacy smiled that predator's smile at Sara
again and satdown suddenly on the pitiful slave's chest. She wiggled her
bare ass around to get comfortable andfinally settled in with a Cheshire
grin spreading over her beautiful face.

Sara's eyes bulged out in an almostcomical way and her face took on a deep
red hue as she struggled to catch herbreath. The pain was the most intense
of her life and she screamed into hersoaked panties so strong and hard that
no sound could actually make its wayout. Stacy was in awe of the torment
she had caused. She was intrigued by the silentscream her victim elicited
as she made herself at home on the already torturedtits.

Stacy's pussy was practically runningwith juices now and she began to slide
her fingers through her lips quiveringat the touch. Stacy looked down at
her slave's face and began to stroke herself, her middle finger sliding
into find her overly sensitive clit. While touching her clit with the tip
of herfinger Stacy was struck with sudden inspiration. She reluctantly
removed herhand from her snatch and reached for the book bag she had
brought her homeworkin. As she shifted her weight, Stacy was pleased to
hear the sharp outcry fromher victim as more weight was added to the left
tit.

Stacyreached into a side pocket on the bag and withdrew a small rubber
band. Sheeased herself off of the older woman's tits, and casting a most
devious grin down at Sara's right breast Stacy flicked thewoman's
nipplehard and then began pulling and twisting it out of shape.  Ignoring
theslave's criesof protest, Stacy wound the rubber band around the nipple
forcing it to jut outto three times its normal length.

Almostgiddy with excitement, Stacy gripped Sara's right tit in one hand and
began sliding her pussy across theextended nipple forcing it into the moist
slit. Stacy used one hand to steadythe coach's titwhile the other hand
spread her taught pussy lips open, inviting the abusednipple of her slave
in to play with her engorged clit.

Stacy washumping across her pet's breast now grinding her clit against the
throbbing nipple. Shewas getting close to an orgasm but wanted to prolong
the delicious feelings ofexcitement and power over her former mentor as
long as possible. Soft mewlingsounds escaped Stacy's mouth as she strummed
harder against the captive's breast.

Sara wascrying in pain. Everything that could hurt did. Her arms ached from
beingpinned under her and her legs were in pain from kneeling on them for
so longbefore being released from under her. Her back still cried out for
attentionand, Christ, the pain in her tits was excruciating!

Stacy wasclose now. There would be no delaying the inevitable. She was
grinding her clitinto her slave's nipplewith savage force now grunting and
panting with the exertion. The old bitch's tit was slick now with Stacy's
juices forcing her to grip iteven harder to keep from losing her new
dildo. Stacy felt her face flush andher entire body began to quiver. She
suddenly went stock still as a powerfulorgasm exploded through her
body. The young girl panted to catch her breath asshe bucked her hips
harder into the older woman's tit flesh. Stacy screamed with joy over her
orgasm while Sarascreamed in pain. Stacy rode her orgasm out with ever
decreasing shock waves.She was whimpering softly and shaking with the pure
emotion that always accompanieda good cum. Stacy was very happy and laughed
while she came down from her wildride.

The younggirl sat back down hard on her captive's tits needing a moment to
rest before attempting to stand. AsSara cried out in pain, Stacy reached
down and slapped her face telling her toshut up and stop all that
whining. Sara controlled her sobbing as best shecould while watching her
mistress through eyes made blurry from hours of tears.Stacy looked like a
goddess sitting on her throne. She was relaxed and smilingin the most
contented way. Sara was almost grateful for the view. Almost thatis until
she realized that her own agony was the source of Stacy's happiness.

Stacy gotup slowly from her slave's tits and stood for a moment enjoying
the view. Sara looked likea pitiful wretch and it made Stacy happy to know
she was responsible forbreaking the woman down like this. What a great
feeling to know you're at the top of the food chainin any situation. Stacy
was a predator and Sara her prey.

Stacyreached down and removed the gag from her pet's mouth. "You'll be
needing that tongue free for cleanup duty", she said to the
submissivelittle slut at her feet. Stacy decided to leave her slave's arms
and legs tied tight untilafter the slut's titswere freed. The young girl
knew what torment lie ahead for Sara when the bloodwas allowed to flow back
into her bloated udders.

Stacyturned around and presented her sculpted ass to her tortured
coach. She thensat herself down on the slave's face allowing her just
enough room to breathe. She didn't give the woman time to think asshe began
to undo the ropes binding her now grotesquely bloated tits. Stacyworked
quickly to remove the bonds as she wanted the blood to return
quicklycausing as much pain to her slave as possible. With practiced ease
Stacyremoved the last of the ropes in a flourish worthy of Broadway.

Sara's response was immediate andviolent. She screamed in agony and began
thrashing around like an epileptic inmid seizure. Stacy was glad she had
left the other ropes in place as Sara's wild bucking was more intensethan
she imagined. Sara was screaming her torment into Stacy's ass causing
ripples ofvibrations throughout the young girl's crotch. Stacy for her part
found herself getting off again fromthe wild ride she was experiencing on
her coach's face. She found herself having another, smaller orgasm just
asSara began to calm down.

Stacy hadto laugh at the thought of how much fun tonight had been. She
untied her poorslave and allowed Sara a few minutes to stretch out or
painful muscles. Theangry purple color was still in evidence in Sara's tits
but seemed to be easing upa bit. Stacy was getting bored waiting for her
slave and also needed to use thebathroom. She ordered Sara to get up and
follow her upstairs but the womancould not raise herself higher than hands
and knees. Stacy kicked her onceknocking the slave over onto her back
again. She picked up the soaking pantiesthat had been in Sara's mouth and
wiped her slaves face with them. Stacy then grabbedher coach's hairand
dragged her face up into her still wet pussy.

"Clean mebitch", was allshe said. An exhausted Sara began licking and
sucking her mistress clean of alljuices. When Stacy was satisfied she
ordered Sara to clean her tears and snot offof her feet. Sara bent to the
task and licked her owner's feet clean of her mess. Stacysmiled down at her
pet and said, "Alright cunt, I have to go home now but Ihave to piss
too. I'm goingto give you a choice. You can crawl your ass into the bathtub
to receive mypiss or you can have it here. Just remember if it's the tub
you can afford to bemessy but if it's hereyou'll haveto drink every drop so
as not to spill on the floor."

Saracried quietly as she made her choice. She knew she couldn't make it up
the stairs right nowso she crawled to her mistress and lifted her face up
to the young girl's crotch. Stacy laughed at thesight and squatted slightly
to allow her pet access to her drink. Stacy said, "Ilove having you as my
personal toilet you nasty fucking bitch. Nothing makes mehappier than
watching you humiliate yourself like this. Well, nothing buthearing you
scream that is."

Sara wasbeyond humiliated at this point. Using her mouth as a toilet was a
favoritepast time of the girls and they rarely pissed anywhere else
anymore. Bracingherself for the taste, Sara sealed her mouth to Stacy's
pussy just in time as Stacyreleased a torrent of piss into her urinal's
mouth. Sara was disgusted by the taste and struggled like shedid every time
to drink the vile liquid. She gulped down mouthful aftermouthful never
spilling a drop. As Stacy's flow began to slow down, Sara started to softly
lick at the girl's pussy. She had learned how tobe a good toilet for each
of the girls and knew that Stacy liked to be lickedas she finished. Sara
cleaned her owner's pussy and gave it a kiss when she finished saying
"Thank you formy wonderful drink Miss Stacy", just as she had been taught.

Stacysneered at her with disgust and wasted no time getting dressed. As she
wasleaving Stacy turned almost as an afterthought and said, "I'm staying
home tomorrow night butRose will be here to keep you company. Better get
your tongue in shape; youknow how much she loves having her asshole
licked. Later cunt". With that Stacy closed the doorbehind her and left
Sara alone in a bundle of humiliation and despair. Saracried softly as she
looked around her living room. She didn't have the strength to move soshe
laid her head down on the hard floor and closed her eyes. Thoughts of
moretorment at the hands of the 4 sadistic girls filled her head as
exhaustionfinally overtook her and pulled her into sleep.



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Peace, Love,and Good Scotch!

Brian