Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2018 03:08:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Brian Masters Subject: Caught Coach Part Four Caught Coach Part 4 By Brian Masters And as always please donate toNifty.org to keep this great site going for many years to come. A week had passed since the incident at the tattoo parlor andSara's body was healing nicely. The girls had left her alone all week, thisbeing finals week, and Sara was grateful for the time to allow her new artworkto heal. She was still sore from the piercings and tattoos but the pain wasnegligible now. Today was Friday and Sara was terrified as she knew all thegirls had morning finals and after that would be free and clear for the next 3weeks of Spring Break. The problem for poor Sara was that her husband was outof the country setting up a new overseas headquarters for his companies callcenter. John would be away for almost a month and had left 2 days ago.Unfortunately for Sara, her owners knew her husband's schedule all too well.They were looking forward to torturing their slave for the next 3 weeks. Eachof the four girls had told their family and friends they were going away forspring break when in fact the plan was for them to spend that time at Sara'shome using and abusing her all they wanted. Sara paced the floor obsessively watching the clock in fearof the time when her sadistic owners would arrive. Sara had been warned to beready for the girls at around 5pm as that was after each of them had finishedtheir last final for the semester. The girls had told their slave to be waitingon her knees in her little, French maid's costume by the front door at exactly5 O'clock. It was now ten minutes till five and Sara was a nervous wreck. Whenthis had all started Sara knew she had several opportunities to save herself byjust letting the girls turn her in or by confessing to her sins herself. ButSara was a coward at heart and she'd allowed things to progress to the point ofno return. Her career, her marriage, and her freedom all hinged on keepingsilent now and obeying every command given by her 4 owners. They had plenty ofvideo and photographic evidence now of Sara in every possible compromisingposition and had even taken video of Sara seemingly accepting money in exchangefor sexual favors from the girls. Of course the girl's faces were hidden inevery picture and video so Sara was rightly screwed. Sara glanced at the clock again and noticing the time was nowtwo minutes till five she quickly fell to her knees by the front door foldingher hands in her lap with her head down, eyes on the floor. Sara knew shelooked ridiculous in the silly maid's outfit. With its push up bustier herbreasts were on full display showing both her piercings and tattoos. Shealready felt tears forming in her eyes as she looked at the twin soccer ballsadorning her tits. Further down Sara could see a third soccer ball bearinganother of her tormentor's soccer numbers and could feel the ring piercing herclit. The skirt she wore did little to hide her most private places and sheknew that kneeling in this position her ass was well on display, especiallyconsidering the thong she was required to wear. Her stockings were immaculatelycentered with the seams perfectly bisecting the backs of her legs leading downto the 5 inch, black, stiletto heels she wore. Sitting in this position made Sara painfully aware of the toobig plug in her ass. The plug was a constant irritant to her as she wasforbidden to ever remove it longer than it took to relieve herself or to befucked. Glancing at the clock again Sara saw it was now two minutesafter five and she began to shake in fear knowing her torment would begin soon.By quarter after the hour Sara was starting to feel pain in her legs fromkneeling for so long. By half past her knees and shins were sore from prolongedcontact with the cold floor and her ass was aching from pressing down on theplug. Six O'clock came and went while Sara stayed in her assignedposition fearing the terrible retribution she would face if the girls evensuspected she had moved. By half past six Sara was feeling humiliated beyondbelief at the knowledge her fear kept her on her knees in her own home. Themiddle aged coach was ashamed of herself but also too weak willed to move aninch. It was at this time Sara heard laughter and footsteps approaching herfront door. The abused woman tensed up and waited in dreadful anticipation forthe sound of a key in the door's lock. The door opened wide and Stacy, Kelly, Lindsey, and Rose allsauntered in to Sara's house as if they owned it the way they owned her. Thegirls were all laughing and joking with each other and paid no attention totheir kneeling slave at first. They all walked right past Sara and made theirway into the living room where they relaxed on the couch and loveseat. Saraknew better than to move without orders and knelt at the door shivering infear. After a few minutes had passed Stacy began tapping her legand calling out to Sara as if she were calling a pet dog. "Here slut! C'monslut!" the young girl called out to the ringing laughter of her friends. Saracrawled obediently to the living room and knelt in front of her owner, Stacy,with her head bowed. Stacy reached down and patted Sara on the head saying, "Goodslut, that's a very good slut". The humiliated coach said, "Thank you Miss Stacy, I lovebeing your pet slut". The words were automatic but were said with a forcedpassion Sara knew was expected or she'd be punished. "I don't care if you like it or not slut. Now we have a bigsurprise for you tonight you nasty cunt. You're going to give us all pedicures!Isn't that fun?" Stacy said with a smile. "Oh yes Miss Stacy! I would love to pamper your beautifulfeet Ma'am! I'm not worthy of such an honor and feel privileged to serve atyour feet", Sara said knowing exactly how her owners liked to be addressed. "Good" Stacy continued, "Now crawl your fat ass upstairs andget everything you'll need to give us all a world class, spa level, pedicure.We all decided to take a nice long run after our tests today and our feet arejust nasty. We're all tired and sweaty and need special pampering from ourlittle piss-breath slave". Sara knew better than to stall so she hurriedly crawled outof the room and up the stairs toward her bathroom. She gathered everything shecould think of including pans for water to soak each girl's feet, nail clippersand files, a pumice stone for calluses, nail polish and several towels. Sara knew from experience how to carry multiple items whilecrawling and stopped in her room to fetch the special harness Stacy had madefor her. It consisted of three cords with alligator clamps at both ends of eachstring with a special made leather pouch that attached to one end of the cords.Sara connected the clamps to the leather pouch and piled all of the materialsonto the improvised container. She then carefully clipped one end of the firstcord to her right nipple ring, the second to her left nipple ring and the finalclamp to the ring piercing her clit. When she rose to all fours, Sara now had acarefully loaded and balanced hammock swinging below her. The weight of herburden pulled hard on her nipples and clit but Sara knew better than to cry outin pain. The abused coach crawled slowly down the stairs feeling everymovement as a shocking pain to her most sensitive regions. As Sara entered theliving room she saw her tormentors relaxing and chatting away as if they hadn'ta care in the world. Sara knew the pecking order better than anyone and crawledover to Stacy where she waited for the order to begin the mean girl's pedicure.Stacy instead propped her legs up on Sara's back and said, "Start with Kellyslut, I want you to do me last so I can relax for a while". Sara whimpered an obedient response and began unloading herburden with one hand while balancing on the other to keep Stacy's feet fromfalling from their perch on her back. Sara was trying her best to begin caringfor Kelly's feet but her position on hands and knees while acting as Stacy'sfootstool made it very awkward and after several futile attempts the poor olderwoman was near tears fearing punishment. The girls all laughed at her pathetic behaviorand finally Stacy said, "You are such a useless old whore, can't you doanything right? Get up on your hind legs like a good dog and put my preciousfeet in your tit sling you moron". Sara hurried to obey and crawled to retrieve her dreaded titsling. It was a torturous device of Stacy's creation that consisted of a seriesof pre-tied elastic bands that fit snugly around each of Sara's bruised andstretched out breasts. The bands fit tightly at the base of each tit causingthem to balloon out comically from her chest. The twin bands were connected bya patch of soft leather that hung down between Sara's hugely distorted breastsand made a perfect sling for her owner's feet. Stacy sighed and placed her feet roughly into the slingallowing all the weight of her feet and legs to pull down on her pet's titscausing the poor older woman to gasp in pain. Though tears filled her eyes Saraknew not to cry out and accepted this new torment with a forced smile. The poor coach then reached out and brought Kelly's sweatsoaked, stinking right foot up to her face so she could begin massaging it withher lips and tongue. She licked in long strokes from heel to toes pausing tokiss the sole once every third trip up the sweaty foot. This was the preferredmethod of worship the girls expected and Sara knew better than to deviate fromit. She continued licking and kissing the girl's foot until she no longertasted any dirt or sweat, then moved on to sucking each individual toe, beingcareful to swallow any toe jam she encountered along the way. After nearly 15 minutes of tongue worship Sara knew it wastime to begin the pedicure. She reached down to pick up the pumice stone andbegan brushing all the rough callused spots on Kelly's athletic foot. This wasthe favorite part of the ritual for the girls and they all watched in horridfascination the display their pet put on for their amusement. They had taughtSara the proper way to buff the rough, dead skin from their feet and it neverceased to amuse them how far the coach had fallen. The older woman debasedherself fully by lifting the girl's foot up over her face and as she ran thepumice stone over it the flakes of dead skin fell into her open mouth likegentle, disgusting, putrid, stinking snowflakes. The girl's laughed and laughedas the tortured coach brushed dead skin from the haughty girl's foot andallowed it to fall into her mouth as if she were a baby bird waiting for itssupper. When the offered foot was smooth to the touch Sara brought itdown to her lap and smiling at the laughing girls made a show of swallowing thefoul detritus she'd accumulated on her tongue. She knew to make sure it lookedlike she was enjoying the finest meal as she'd been taught. The girls laughed harder and Sara felt lower than she everhad in her life. She wondered to herself how she'd fallen so far. After yearsof college and a good career, after marrying a wealthy man and finding herplace in society, after finally becoming the successful woman she'd alwaysdreamed of being, Sara was now nothing more than a waste basket and toilet forthese four demented soccer players. What was far worse though, she thought, wasthat she found herself falling into a strange sense of arousal when beingtreated this way. The more humiliating the task set by the girls, the more poorSara was turned on. She was ashamed of the wet feeling between her legs as shestarted on the next phase of Kelly's pedicure. Sara reached down and found the toenail clippers and beganclipping the girl's nails starting with the big toe. Early in her training thegirls had wanted her to use her teeth but they soon found that gave them unevennails and ruined the effect so the caught coach was taught to clip each nail gentlyand dispose of it by placing it on her tongue and swallowing it whole. She hadto do this with each toe nail and it always brought a new round of laughterfrom her tormenters as they watched her dispose of their used nail clippings byeating them one by one. After she clipped Kelly's nails on her right foot Sara beganto polish them starting with a base coat of clear liquid designed to help thepolish bond to the nail. By the time she finished the fifth toe it was time tostart over with the actual polish. The girls always wore the same deep purplecolor that matched their soccer uniforms. After the coat of polish it was timefor the sealant. Another clear coat that protected the polish from chippingaway. The entire process from the time Sara first picked up Kelly's right footto the time she set it down again lasted nearly thirty minutes and Sara wastedno time in picking up the cruel girl's left foot and starting the whole processover. They girls ignored their pet and turned on a movie relaxinglike queens at a day spa. Sara worked diligently all the while suffering fromthe weight of Stacy's feet in unforgiving tit sling. Her poor tits were now adeep red angry color from the combination of pressure and lack of oxygen andthe older woman struggled to keep from crying. After three hours of work Sara finally finished with everyonebut her main tormentor and she was exhausted from the effort. Her mouth was dryand tasted like the horrid sweat from the six feet she'd just licked and eatenthe dead skin from and she felt like she would never be clean again. But now itwas Stacy's turn. Sara tried to speak but her throat was so dry she couldbarely croak out an exclamation to get her owner's attention. Stacy ignored thepitiful woman with a smirk and waited to see what she'd do next to get herattention. Sara cleared her throat in an effort to attract Stacy's interest butfailed again. The beaten coach lifted her owner's feet up to her mouth andbegan kissing the girl's toes one at a time. After her third pass over thearrogant girl's feet Stacy finally looked down at her coach and with a vicioussneer said, "Oh my little pet, have I got a treat for you". Sara's eyes opened wide and she felt a cold fear invade herheart not wanting to know what this horrible girl would consider a treat forher. Stacy grinned down at her miserable slave and told the oldbitch to turn around on all fours and spread her legs. Sara obeyed quicklymeekly saying, "Yes Miss Stacy" before getting into position. Stacy smiled at the other girls then moved her left foot upbetween their pet's legs and began rubbing it along the coach's pussy. Saramoaned at the attention but Stacy said, "Eww gross! The old whore is soakingwet" before looking down at Sara and continuing, "What the fuck you old slut?Your cunt is disgusting! No wonder you crawl around like a dog so naturally,you really are a filthy animal. Now hump my foot and whine like the bitch dogyou are"! Sara quickly complied by thrusting her hips up and downrubbing her aching pussy up and down her owner's foot all the while makingsounds like a begging dog. This cracked the girls up and Rose even reached downand patted her head like she were a real dog. Lindsey snorted laughter andsaid, "Bark for us bitch" to the delight of her three close friends. Sara began to sob with fresh tears running down her cheeksbut she obeyed none the less. "Arf, Arf" the humiliated coach chanted over andover causing a fresh round of laughter from the girls. "Good puppy" said Stacy, "Now start humping the other footand keep barking for us". Sara quickly complied as she was beginning to become veryaroused by the attention being shown her sopping wet cunt. She blushed in shameas she realized what a worthless whore she was actually becoming under the tortureof these four athletes. She was making excited barking noises as she rubbedfaster and faster on Stacy's foot covering the girl's ankle and foot with hercunt slime. Just as she was about to cum Stacy called a halt to the fun byswatting Sara on the head with a rolled up magazine. Sara wanted badly to cumbut knew the punishment would be far worse than the pleasure. She stoppedhumping and waited in place on all fours with her sweat soaked head hangingdown. Stacy pulled her foot out from under Sara and lifted up a fewinches until her big toe was lined up with her slave's asshole. With a gigglethe mean girl shoved her toe into Sara's ass in one swift, brutal thrust. Saragrunted at the intrusion but managed to keep her balance as Stacy began fuckingher toe in and out of the abused woman's asshole. After a few minutes Stacy removed the toe only to replace itwith its twin from her other foot. Minutes later Stacy ordered Sara to turnaround and face her saying, "Now bitch, you can start worshipping my feet". The beaten coach sniffed back fresh tears and said, "Yes MissStacy, thank you". She slowly lifted Stacy's right foot to her mouth and beganlicking her own juices from it tasting her shame and humiliation with eachswipe of her tongue. She was told to pay special attention to the big toe soshe sucked and licked her ass slime from it cringing at the earthy taste. Stacy stopped her at this point and said, "Honestly bitchcan't you do anything right? I mean you can't lick your shit juice from my toewith that dry mouth now can you? What a stupid old cunt you are". Sara said, "I'm sorry Miss Stacy, my tongue is dry fromcleaning the feet of my other owners". Stacy showed her slave mercy saying she knew the perfect wayto moisten her dry mouth and tongue. She ordered Sara to tilt her head back andopen her mouth which the older woman did right away. Stacy made a show of clearing her throat, coughing up a thickball of phlegm. The cruel girl then let the mouthful of spit slowly leak frombetween her lips and drop into her coach's open mouth. The poor woman wasdisgusted but knew better than to close her mouth as Stacy coughed up anotherload which she deposited onto her pet's tongue. The girls all laughed and tooktheir turns spitting into Sara's mouth until it was noticeably full of snot andsaliva. The coach had tears of shame running down into her hair asStacy gave the command to swallow. Sara swallowed the foul mixture gagging asshe felt the slime slide down her throat. She could only equate its consistencyand volume to that of a raw egg but the taste was so much worse. Sara was shaking in humiliation when she resumed worshippingher owner's feet. After a long hour she finally finished her duties feeling themix of spit, dead skin, and toe nails filling her stomach. By now it was growing late and the girls were tired so whileStacy clipped Sara's leash to her collar, Rose and Lindsey left the housegiggling like little girls. Stacy and Kelly took their pet for walkies out theback door and poor Sara crawled after them like an obedient pet. The girlsstood there watching the coach as she crawled around her backyard sniffing thegrass as she knew she was expected to do in this instance. Like always, Sarawas expected to do her business outside like a dog and just as she wassquatting down to relieve herself the other two girls arrived outside havingfinished whatever chore they'd been off doing. Sara squatted on her haunches looking directly at the girlsas a hard stream of piss began to flow from her aching cunt. Thankfully shedidn't have to do anything more at the moment and when she finished she rubbedherself on the grass to clean off the drops of piss remaining. The girls headed in laughing and dragging their crawlingcoach behind. When they made their way up to Sara's bedroom Sara saw a wire dogkennel sitting in the middle of the room. The girls broke out in fresh laughterat the shocked look on their pet's face. "That's right bitch, here's your newbed" Stacy said "Now strip, dog's sleep naked don't they"? Sara slipped of what little clothing she had on to the jeersand torments of the girls. Kelly said, "Jesus, what a fat ass this bitch has. It's disgusting. Maybe we need to start her on a workout routine". Stacy said, "Great idea Kel, we can start the whore tomorrow". Sara groaned at the thoughtof what kind of torture these girls could devise when it came to exercise. Sara was dragged into the bathroom and made to kneel on thefloor while the girls brushed their teeth. The poor woman was made to keep herhead back and her mouth open and each girl spit her used toothpaste into hermouth. After all the girls had deposited their spit into their slaveStacy said, "Ok bitch, brush those nasty teeth. Sara fumbled around on thefloor keeping her mouth full of used toothpaste until she found her toothbrush.It was always on the floor. She had to use it to clean the toilet. Sara pickedup the worn implement and began brushing with the mouthful of foul spit fromher owners. When the older woman finished brushing she swallowed the nasty messthen rinsed her toothbrush out in the toilet. Sara then crawled out into her bedroom behind the swayingasses of her four abusers and with a kick on her bare ass from Stacy, Saracrawled into the cage having to crush herself in to fit. She was on her bentlegs with her tits smashed against her thighs, her head bowed, and her armsbent beneath her. Her flesh was being squished out between the gaps in the meshcage. When the cage door clicked closed Sara began to cry as the girls madeready to go to bed. They'd all be comfortable in Sara's king size bed whiletheir coach slept in torment. If she could fall asleep at all in such anuncomfortable position. The end fornow. I love to hear from everyone so hit me up at brianmasters67@yahoo.com Unless youhated it, then...yeah I don't care. Peace, Love,and Good Scotch! Brian