The
Redstone girls (Chapter 2) by John Andrew
I had waited all week for a telephone call from one of the Redstone sisters. Despite having one arm in plaster and a badly bruised and swollen knee, I knew that sooner or later, they would want to use me for their perverse pleasure, and the waiting was making me nervous.
It was the following Saturday afternoon when the telephone finally rang. It was Debbie’s voice,
“Slave, meet my sister and me outside the old Portland cement works. Be there at 5.30, and don’t be late, or else we’ll have to visit sweet little Michelle, won’t we?
“Please Debbie, I’ll be there, just please don’t hurt Michelle again”, I pleaded.
“Just be there”!
The phone cut off. I looked at the clock. It was already 5.05. I leapt up and put my boots on and set out for the old factory. It was about ten minutes walk, but with my leg strapped up with bandage, I thought that I’d better give my self slightly longer to get there. I wondered to myself, what sort of fool am I, turning up early to be abused by two teenage girls. I only had to remember Michelle’s face, soaked with sweat, tears and shit, and I knew why.
I arrived outside the gates of the factory at about 5.25. I looked up and down the street. It was deserted. I lit a cigarette and leaned back against the blue railings of the factory. As I looked about, I saw someone turn the corner and start walking up towards me. I froze as I tried to focus only the figure in black. A few more moments passed as the figure became clearer. It was just some fat teenage girl with lank, brown greasy hair. As she got closer, she looked across at me and said, “Hi” and smiled at me. I had enough on my mind without encouraging fat females to me. I must have shown the disgust in my look as I replied,
“Oh fuck off, you fat bitch”!
She looked away quickly and walked on.
A few minutes later, the easily recognisable bodies of the Redstone sisters came into view. I puffed quickly on my cigarette, I felt like the condemned man. Debbie and Marie strode up to where I was standing. Both were dressed in their usual black vest tops, leather waistcoats, short leather skirts and knee high boots with stiletto heels. They stopped about six foot in front of me. Debbie was the first to speak,
“Lick our boots, slave”!
I carefully lowered my self down. Unable to bend my knee, I was forced to lie on my stomach and crawl towards these cruel, yet beautiful Dominas. Debbie put her right foot forward and I licked the toe and instep of her shiny leather boot, grateful that they had chosen such a quiet area to begin their humiliation of me. After licking Debbie’s boots, I crawled to Marie and licked her boots while the girls laughed at me. I was interrupted from my boot licking by a sharp kick to my ribs from the toe of Debbie’s boot,
“Okay slave, you can carry on with that later, but for now, we’ve decided to give you a little surprise”. I heard Marie start to giggle and saw Debbie nudge her,
“Get up”!
I pulled myself up to my feet and brushed the road dust off my shirt front. Marie looked at me and beckoned with her finger,
“Walkies, slave. Follow us”!
I walked a few yards behind the two teenage vixens, the sweet waft of their perfume filling my lungs.
We turned a few corners until we reached a thin three-storey building. Debbie unlocked and opened the door and stepped inside. Marie stepped back, looked at me and pointed inside,
“Move it, shit bag”!
I cautiously stepped through the doorway and looked around. It had been a shop but had been left empty for several years and was strewn with debris. Graffiti daubed the walls. One particular wall was covered with the slogan, ’Redstone girls kick ass, local boys kiss ass’. Marie closed and locked the door behind us, then walked past me to stand next to her sister. The two stood there facing me, hands on hips. Marie was turning her foot, examining her boot. Debbie spoke,
“We intend to keep you here until tomorrow. During your time here, you will be very attentive to our needs and desires. Is that understood”?
I nodded and answered,
“Yes, Goddess Debbie”.
Marie gave me a cold stare. I quickly added,
“And Goddess Marie”!
Marie smiled smugly to herself. She loved the power that she could wield over people.
Debbie spoke again,
“As you can’t kneel at the moment, you will remain on your belly or on your back, whichever we choose. Is that clear”?
I lowered myself down onto my stomach before the dominant enchantresses and answered,
“Anything you say, Goddess Debbie and Goddess Marie”.
Marie walked slowly over to my prostrate body and stepped over to stand astride me. I didn’t dare look up and so I kept my eyes fixed on the floor in front of Debbie’s booted feet. At once, I saw Marie jump up and felt her land both feet onto my back, heels first. I screamed out and twisted with the shock of the pain, toppling Marie from my back. I watched in horror as she stumbled to the ground. I lay there, petrified, as Marie picked herself up and spun around to face me. I panicked, and pleaded for my life,
“Goddess Marie, forgive me, please I beg you. I swear I’ll do anything to prove to you that I’m sorry. Please Goddess, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please”!
I scrambled forward on my belly until my face was level with Marie’s booted feet and licked like I’d never licked anything before. I cleaned every inch of Marie’s boots with my tongue, continuing to beg for my life. Marie screamed down,
“On your fucking back, you piece of shit”!
I rolled over as quickly as I could, only to see the sole of Marie’s right boot coming down to my mouth,
“Keep licking, shit wipe, clean them ‘til they shine or you die”!
I licked the sole of Marie’s boot for all my worth. Marie had not been that careful where she had stepped but my fear overwhelmed my disgust. Marie lifted her right boot and replaced it with her left. I carried on licking until Marie removed her boot from my lips.
“You ever do that again and I’ll rip your fucking head off and I’ll shit in the hole that’s left. Do you understand”?
Marie’s question was reinforced with a stomp of her boot heel into my right upper arm.
“Perfectly Goddess. I was stupid. It’ll never happen again, I swear”!
I lay perfectly still. The pain in my arm and back was agonising, but I didn’t dare to touch or attempt to nurse the pain.
I could see that Marie was seething. Debbie looked down at me and said,
“That’s not a good start to your year of servitude to us, is it”?
“No, Goddess Debbie and Goddess Marie”.
“Anyway, we actually bought you here to meet a very good friend of ours. So let’s hope that you don’t upset her like you upset my sister”.
Debbie turned to Marie and said,
“Karen should be in the back bedroom, invite her down to meet our slave”.
Marie laughed and stepped quickly up the staircase and strode off towards the back of the shop.
Debbie turned her attentions to me,
“Marie and I have been talking about you, and we decided that if our best friend, Karen, likes you, then we’ll release you from your slavery to us. Would you say that was fair”?
A chance of release. A chance to lead a normal life again instead of living in fear of two teenage girls.
“Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess”!
My joy at the possibility of early release overcame me and before I realised what I was doing, I’d crawled to Debbie and was showering her boots with heartfelt kisses.
Above me, I could hear two sets of footsteps walking across the upper floor towards the staircase.
From my position at Debbie Redstone’s feet, I watched as, first Marie’s boots and then another set of boots stepped onto the stairs and began to descend. I watched, as Marie appeared clearly, grinning broadly. I looked past Marie to their friend. My salvation. As the mysterious friend came into view, my mind froze and a sense of despair began to overwhelm me. The friend, whose favour would save my sorry ass, was none other than the fat girl I’d told to fuck off. I wanted to vomit.
From the amount of laughter above me, I knew that it had all been a set up. They had already known what had transpired between their friend and me. I could hear them gloating, Debbie repeating in a simpering voice,
“Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess, and then he virtually made love to my boots. He’s so stupid”!
“I wonder if he wants to tell Karen to fuck off, or anything”?
“Don’t forget, I’m a fat bitch”, pitched in Karen.
I looked up abjectly from my vulnerable position at my new tormentor. She was probably 18 years old, about 5’4” tall, weighed about 170lbs. She had lank, unwashed greasy brown hair that reached past her shoulders. She was dressed in a short black leather skirt and waistcoat and knee length black leather boots. She was dressed in the “uniform”. I had blown it big time, this time. I awaited my fate.
Debbie looked down at me,
“You’ve fucked up again with that big mouth of yours. Get something to tie his hands and feet”!
Karen walked over to an old tea chest and rummaged inside it. I watched as she leaned forward over the chest, causing her short skirt to ride up over her large ass, revealing her black panties. I looked away from the gross sight. Moments later, she returned with two lengths of rope and, handing one to Marie, proceeded to tie my wrists behind me whilst Marie tied my ankles. Tied and helpless, I was turned over onto my back.
The three girls walked off toward another room, leaving me to think about what I’d done. I could hear muffled conversation, but couldn’t make out what was being said. Talking and giggling was enough to put fear into me. What were they planning for me? A short while later, the three returned to where I was lying. Judging by the smiles on their faces, they’d made up their minds what they were going to do. Marie pulled a 6” locking knife from her waistcoat pocket and opened it. She walked over and knelt down next to my thighs and began stroking my jeans zipper with the knife. Debbie sat herself down in an old armchair and crossed her legs, comfortable and ready for the show. Karen stepped forward and stood astride my head, looking down on me,
“The girls told me what a brilliant toilet you are for them. Do you want to be my toilet too”?
I looked up, tears formed in the corners of my eyes as I felt my helplessness. Suddenly, I felt the knife that Marie had been toying with, cut straight through the denim, opening the front of my jeans completely. I let out a yelp of fear, which only made the three Dominas laugh and jeer.
“Do you want to be my toilet, you fucking scab, or does Marie give me a trophy instead”?
I answered almost without thinking. What good would thinking do me?
“I want to be your toilet, please, I’ll be your toilet. Don’t hurt me please, I’ll do it”!
Karen looked down with a look of smug superiority. I watched as she stepped back, slowly removed her panties and stood over me again.
“I haven’t had a bath or shower for three days, and I feel really sticky. I expect you’re thinking right now, that you’d just love to tongue wash my ass, aren’t you”?
The look in Karen’s eyes made it quite clear to me that the only answer to her question was,
“Yes. I w…want to……….”
“You want to what”?
“I w…want t..to tongue w…wash your….ass”.
“You want to tongue wash my ass, what”?
“I want t…to tongue wash y…your ass, Goddess Karen”.
This bought howls of delight from my captors. They knew I was close to breaking and they were going to enjoy breaking me.
Karen moved her hands around behind her and slowly slid her leather skirt up over her hips to her waist. Bringing her hands back down, she parted the cheeks of her ass. I watched in horror as she bent her knees and lowered her unwashed ass hole down onto my mouth. The smell was horrendous, and it took all my will power not to be sick. From above me, I heard Karen’s voice,
“Get that tongue out and clean my ass, now”!
I hesitated. Karen began rubbing her ass up and down over my mouth and my nose, her stinking sweat was sticking to my face. I pushed my tongue out and began to lick the sweat and three day old secretions from between her cellulite filled ass cheeks. From above me, I heard her sigh,
“Oh yes, clean it all, you fucking shit wipe. Eat my sweat, lick it all clean”!
Marie and Debbie giggled as I forced myself to perform this disgusting act. As I licked, I felt Karen’s sphincter begin to flex. Seconds later, Karen farted onto my tongue.
“Keep licking. Tell me that you love my smell”!
Karen lifted her ass slightly and, without hesitation, I answered,
“I love your smell, Goddess Karen”.
At that, she ordered me,
“Open your mouth, wide”!
I did as she demanded and again Karen farted, right into my mouth and down into my lungs.
“Oh God, that last fart’s shifted something. Ass wipe, keep your mouth wide open”!
Once again, I could feel Karen’s sphincter pulsing. My tongue was touching her anus to pre-warn me of her shit’s arrival. There was no warning. With another rasping fart, Karen’s sphincter opened and a long soft log pushed its way into my mouth. Karen stood up to watch me obey her next command.
“Eat it, eat my shit. Chew it and swallow it, quickly”!
I began sucking and chewing on the shit that had filled my mouth. I swallowed it, a piece at a time. After several minutes, it was finally swallowed down. Karen stood over me, burning with the power she felt. She positioned herself and squatted down again over my face,
“Now clean my ass with your tongue. Get it completely clean, ass wipe”!
I pushed out my tongue and submissively obeyed, sucking and licking every last speck of shit from her anus and between her cheeks. After about five minutes, Karen prodded me,
“Is it clean yet”?
I gave her sphincter one last lick and answered,
“Yes Goddess Karen, it’s clean”.
I watched, numbed by the experience, as she stood up, stepped off me and put her panties back on. Marie kicked me in the side and yelled,
“On your belly, toilet mouth. You haven’t finished yet”!
I rolled myself over onto my stomach and waited. Karen stepped up in front of me and pushed her booted left foot to my mouth,
“Thank me, shit breath”!
I leaned forward and kissed Karen’s boot, saying,
“Thank you Goddess Karen”.
Karen changed feet, I kissed her other boot.
“Thank you for what”?
"Thank you Goddess Karen for letting me be your toilet and for letting me clean your ass”.
The three teen dominatrixes laughed and spat on me. Debbie walked over and stepped on the back of my head. Marie and Karen began kicking me in the side and legs. I cried out in despair, much to the amusement of the girls whom I was forced to call Goddess. Debbie sneered,
“From now on, maybe you’ll get the idea to show respect to all women. This afternoon, Karen was a fat bitch, now you’re her personal toilet. Makes you think, doesn’t it”?
I burst out crying. How much lower could these girls make me sink?
Marie untied my hands and feet. I stayed prostrate, too frightened to move. At that point, I’d have licked anything that they put in front of me. I felt broken.
“You can go slave, and remember, you stop playing, sweet little Michelle starts playing”!
Marie wiggled her ass and said,
“Mmmmm, I can still feel the little tramp cleaning the shit from my ass, last time”.
I crawled to each girl in turn and with genuine submission, kissed their boots and thanked them.
My groveling done, I slowly raised my self up and hobbled to the door. Marie walked across with the key. She stopped, looked me in the eye and said,
“I need to fart”!
I slid down the door and sat on the floor with my legs out in front of me. Marie turned around and pressed her ass hole to my mouth. Seconds later, she farted and I inhaled it into my lungs.
Marie stepped forward and I pulled myself to my feet,
“Thank you, Goddess Marie”.
She smiled, a cruel smile, and unlocked the door. I stepped outside into the evening air. It was freedom, but for how long?
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