Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2013 19:36:27 -0500
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: My Worst Enemy: Part 3

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.