Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 22:21:19 +1100 From: katie slutwhore Subject: Katie's Holidays (bisexual, urination) Hey guys I'm gonna blog this one a bit and not have much detail because I just got home and I have a couple AMAZING stories to write for you over the next few weeks! But here's what's been happening The first time I met Ally, aka `Pinky', she punched me in the face. Like literally walked up to me and smacked me one in the face. See the deal was my Mistress had decided, not long after getting back from her trip overseas, to give me my xmas present early. That's what the SMS I got said anyway. Well what it REALLY said was `cunt get yr ass 2 [name of park that has a nice quiet corner car park near us deleted] and meet me near the tennis courts in 1/2 an hour. No underwear, no excuses, it's time for yr xmas present'. So I was standing up there freezing my butt off, sitting on a log in front of the tennis courts, trying to think about ANYTHING but what was ahead for me so I didn't generate a massive wet stain all over the front of my tracksuit pants. I figured loose clothes were what Mistress Cassandra wanted with the `no underwear' thing; stuff I could get out of quickly and easily. Normally I'm a patient and obedient slave but the sun was going down, it was getting frosty and I was contemplating the unbelievable insolence of contacting my goddess to see what the deal was. I mean it was dark, this place is pretty tree-shrouded and apart from my own little Hyundai the only car in site was some hire-van off in another corner of the car park. Just as I was ready to go get my phone out of my car a figure turned the corner of a path twisting out from trees to the side of the tennis courts and walked towards me. As they emerged from the dusk gloom I could see they were kind of small, dressed similar to me but in all black, hunched over with hands in the hooded sweatshirt's pockets and hood up obscuring the face. It was only when they were several steps away from me that they reached up and drew back the hood, revealing the `they' to be a she, and an extremely hot one at that! She smiled hesitantly and kept coming towards me. I couldn't see her body beneath the loose clothes but the face was amazing. Longish brown hair framed the kind of cute, schoolgirl innocent face that you know is just hiding some major kinks. It struck me immediately, and has every time we've met since that she looked an awful lot like some kind of lesbian love child of porno actor Ashley Blue and MC Lady Sovereign. Yeah, I know, what a fucking hottie! I have to admit her beauty struck me a little because before I knew it she was almost in my personal space. A complete stranger and me with my guard down. That's why I wasn't ready for what was coming. She stepped towards me and said `hi, I'm Pinky', then hit me square in the jaw with a savage right hook. I wasn't ready for it and she can pack a punch. To put it bluntly I dropped like a sack of shit. As my head hit the ground, bouncing off the wet grass I heard -- over her cackling, manic laughter I might ad -- running footsteps and another black clad figure came into view. Pinky said `quick, feet' or something similar and it was then I noticed her American accent. Honestly, and this is the bit that freaks me out the most, I was so stunned from the punch I couldn't even try to fight back, and before I knew it I was spirited across the car park and into the back of the van, in a hogtied position with tape around my wrists and ankles and a bandana tied around my eyes. An unseen hand slipped under my thighs and dragged slowly and lovingly across my mound and around to cup my arse, before trailing up my spine. Then more hands inserted what something into my mouth, I recognized almost immediately the familiar taste and feel of a rubber ball gag. Ohhhh! My heart was still pounding but now as I was starting to regain my senses, I had an inkling of what was going on now! Enough to know not to start struggling as the van's engine shuddered to life and I felt us moving out of the car park. We were driving for almost 30 minutes, I think. I worked out later that that's how much it must've been but honestly, isolated like that in the back of a van, one of those transit types with a mesh barrier between the front seats and the back cargo area, blindfolded, bound, and gagged, the CIA could've been extraordinarily renditioning me for all the fuck I knew (I mean hey, I do have kind of brown skin...). The roar of the engine in the back drowned out any murmur of conversation from the front, and more than one sharp corner made me roll around in the back on my stomach, further disorienting me. I could tell from the feel on the exposed skin of my throat and neck and from the smell that I was laid out on a swath of carpet that seemed a little thicker, and smelled a little worse, than ordinary car carpet. It seemed kind of dusty and I coughed around my gag a few times. One thing I've learned in these situations is to just relax and go with it. Ms. Cassandra is not only my Mistress and Owner, she's also one of my best friends and I trust her implicitly with everything we do. And by now I was sure that this was something she was behind. Call it pheromones, call it whatever, but partly by the smell of her breath in my ear as the gag was fitted, partly by the touch of her hand at the base of my spine, I knew that the other figure in black must have been her. So I just relaxed, let myself go as limp as possible in the position I was bound, and waited for what was next. Being in bondage can actually be incredibly relaxing, you should try it some time. I was just beginning to notice the throbbing in my jaw again (when you read this Pinky, fuck you, seriously!) when the van pulled to a halt. Doors opened, slammed shut, rasped open and slammed again. The weight in the van shifted. My abductors were in the back with me, obviously. The tape around my hands and legs came off. Someone kneeled on my back, pinning me, as my pants were dragged off. I was pulled upright and my sweatshirt followed suit. Laid back in a spread eagle position, my wrists and ankles were again taped, this time to the floor of the van. Liberal application of many strips of tape, even to the palms of my hands and my fingers, ensured that I wasn't going to be moving, even if I wanted to. My head was lifted up and the ball gag was removed, and some other harness was slipped over my head, something round with the soft texture of silicone poking in my mouth so I had to grip it with my teeth. Then the rough hands doing all this to me went away and by the rustling of clothes and shifting of weight in the van, I could hear my captors undressing. The blindfold was removed from my eyes and the first thing I noticed was how dark it was in the van. The light coming in from the back window appeared to be a mix of starlight and illumination from a street lamp. I could hear ocean waves outside. Were we at the beach? That train of thought was replaced instantly as my eyes focused on the huge pink dildo, seemingly protruding from my mouth. So that's what it was! A strap-on dildo had been fitted to my face and no doubt I was expected to hold it steady with my teeth. And then my eyes focused on the two pairs of legs, naked legs, either side of my head, leading to thighs, leading to two vaginas, one completely bald and one neatly trimmed and extremely familiar, and over that, the grinning faces of the girl I would come to know as Pinky on my right, and my beautiful Mistress on the left. Fuck this was hot. They were breathing hard, giggling slightly. Ms. Cassandra said `happy xmas, slut' and then they both started pissing all over me, in my hair, down my chest, all over my face, stinging my eyes as it seeped in, but I knew better than to close them. The smell of piss filled the cold air. By the time they were done they were laughing their arses off. Pinky said `come on, let's rape this bitch' and I again noted her accent, and then I noted not much else for the next few hours as they took turns riding the cock in my mouth, squirting loads on me, pissing on me, pulling and twisting my tits and even double-fucking-fisting me! One hand each, the difference was intense. Cassandra's fist went inside me first and worked me with a thrusting, twisting motion. By contrast, Pinky pretty much contented herself with trying to punch my uterus. The orgasm from that was amazing, when they pulled their fists out simultaneously (ouch!) my girl cum fountainhead out, splatting all over the dirty carpet. They opened the side door to the van and threw me out onto the gravel, and they sat on the edge of the door, spread their legs and, first Cassandra, then Pinky, I ate their delicious pussies, on my knees, in a car park by the beach. Some xmas! Over the next few days I was introduced to Pinky. I think her nickname comes from that cartoon Pinky and the Brain or some shit, but no one calls her Allison, or even Ally. She even has her nickname tattooed above her arse. Ms. Cassandra is actually from Chicago originally and spent most of her summers there growing up, and Pinky was one of her friends and fuck buddies, especially in their early teens, which they apparently spent getting pretty wild. She's out here now with a work visa, traveling around and doing whatever and I think she'll be pretty fun. She's worked as a stripper and even an escort before (wow) and she's like, just fucking wild, really. I swear she either does way too much coke or she has ADD or both, but she's loud, over the top, kind of a little rough and violent and basically the best part of the party! So it was guaranteed she was going to spend New Years with us. And we were spending New Years Eve at an honest-to-goodness swinger's orgy! Mistress Cassandra just seems to have these amazing connections because I don't know how she hooks this stuff up, but it took place at someone's lavish beach house down on the bay and there were a shit-tonne of people there, a lot of them around our age and quite attractive. It was going to be a fucking party alright. We missed the fireworks out over the city because we were way too busy. And I'm not going to make a joke about `making fireworks of our own' because that's really dumb. But well, we were. Somehow about an hour before the date changed we were gathered together, a group of us, in the pool house which had been spread liberally with cushions and mood-lit for the occasion. Pinky, my Mistress, myself, my buddies Kat and Holly - in her new role as trainee slave sister to me, more about that next time! - were joined by a few people, including a young, like, barely-if-that legal punky sort of girl named Liz, plus a few young guys I didn't catch the name of. We were all naked, the guys constantly sporting semis, all a little bit wasted and we sat around laughing, shouting, talking, and fucking. A sort of sexual truth or dare game evolved with Ms. Cassandra holding court, and myself and Holly the butt of a lot of the dares. But we did get to watch one of the guys suck the other two cocks, that was awesome! Kat then rode my face for a while so I couldn't see what was going on, at least until I felt a tongue on my ass, then a fucking fist. By the rough, punching action, I knew it was Pinky. When Kat came off my tongue and then got up I was able to confirm that as she loomed over me, smiling, then spitting straight in my face. Everyone sat around and watched me dominated by my Mistress' friend, who I have to say is a world class sex-talker, my favorite line of the night being `I don't fuck sluts, I rape them'. She pulled on my tits, bit my nipples, scratched me, choked me, slapped me around, all the while continually pistoning in and out of my arse! When she was finally done I looked up and various people were up and getting nuts around the room, Kat laying back on another beanbag with a cock in her, Holly was on her knees getting spit roasted, and Liz being eaten out by Ms. Cassandra. Pinky, little energizer bunny that she is, jumped up and grabbed the guy with the dick in Holly's cunt, the one with the bigger cock, naturally, and dragged him off to another corner, demanding her fuck her. I went and kneeled by my Mistress, waiting until she needed me, which as it turns out she did not long after Liz shook and wailed out what was obviously one of her first lesbo orgasms. Ms. Cassandra reached down to touch herself and came back bloody. `Fuck, my period!' she laughed, and flicked the blood in my direction. Well, we all were pretty wasted. `Come over here and clean me off bitch', she said to me, and I scooted over and kneeled between her legs to do my job as her toilet, not for the first time that night. I noticed at one point Liz looked pretty freaked out as I licked my Mistress' delicious pussy with abandon, her menstrual fluid and blood smeared on my face. But a few lines, the force of Pinky and Kat's outrageous sexuality combined, and the general depravity that occurred in that pool shed obviously had their effect because she was the first one to suggest that Holly and I get golden showered, and the first one to step up to the plate and drench us in hot, salty piss. It must've been about 4am by that point and shit was gradually winding, or in the case of the guys, drooping, down. Word must've got around about the toilet girls in the pool house's little shower alcove because it wasn't more than just the girls and boys from our particular little party that drenched us that night! By the time we got back to my place Holly and I fucking stank, and desperately needed a shower, which our Mistress didn't allow us. In fact I was only allowed one the next day after both Ms. Cassie and Pinky had used me in the shower for their morning toilet, golden, AND brown, and red in the case of my Mistress. As she says, why bother with toilets when she has sluts around? Okay write more soon guys happy new year and shit xoxoxoxoxox Katie!