Chapter 6

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Can we make out while she takes her clothes off?" asked Amanda, rubbing her fingers over my nipples. They aren't nearly the size of Tara's but they're not bad. "And maybe you could get rid of your bra?"

"Why don't you take it off?"

"Mmmm," she purred. "That sounds like fun. But I don't think I'll be able to get it off without taking off your top, too."

I smiled, my heart racing a mile a minute, and shrugged.

"Lift up your arms," Amanda said, her sweet breath soft on my face.

I did, and she ran her fingers down my arms, through my damp armpits and down my sides. I shuddered from the unfamiliar, and very erotic, feelings. She grabbed my top and pulled it up and over my head. She bunched the cotton top and pressed it to her face, inhaling my scent. Then she ran her hands over my bra-covered tits, making quiet noises of pleasure. Since this bra unhooked in the back, she slid her arms around me.

"Lift your arms again?" she asked.

I complied and she continued to follow my bra strap to the back, hugging me while she undid my bra. She also nuzzled her nose right in my underarm.

"God, you smell so good," she whispered.

We fit together pretty well since Amanda is a little shorter than my five seven. She turned me around to face Tara, but stayed in position, her fingers rolling and pulling my nipples. Tara's face was filled with hunger as she watched another woman play with me. I liked the hungry look -- Tara wanted me badly.

"Could you tell her to strip?" breathed Amanda in my ear.

I almost did, but then thought of something else.

"Why don't you tell her?" I suggested.

"Will she listen to me?" asked Amanda. I nodded.

"Take off your top, Tara," said Amanda.

Tara looked at me, and I nodded. With trembling hands, she pulled her top off, but like a young girl, crossed her hands over her tiny breasts to hide them. Her look said she was ashamed of their small size.

"Put your arms down Tara," I ordered.

She did, and Amanda moaned, pressing her body to me and increasing the pressure on my breasts, almost mauling them. It felt surprisingly good. I'd never had a lover get rough with me, and wondered what it was like.

"God look at those nips!" whispered Amanda with excitement. "I want to just chew on them."

I pulled Amanda around and we kissed again, her hands still roughly playing with my breasts. Her fingers were strong, and dug deeply into the firm flesh, hurting me. I didn't tell her to stop though because my cunt was a swamp. She noticed my wince.

"Too much?" she asked.

I shrugged.

"Maybe a little," I said. "But I kinda like it."

"Does your ... niece like that too?"

"Oh she likes it," I said. "A whole lot."

Amanda sucked on my bottom lip, gently nipping it, then sucked my tongue into her mouth. It was thick with her saliva, and I wiggled my tongue in the hot fluid. Sensing I wasn't turned off, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, then, keeping our lips sealed, pushed her saliva into my mouth. That was really dirty and got my motor running big time. I sucked on her tongue, then swallowed her spit. She moaned.

"How much?" asked Amanda. I'd forgotten the question during our sloppy kiss and looked at her quizzically. "How much does she like being hurt?"

My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was so excited I felt light headed. Despite having just had a mouthful of Amanda's spit in it, my mouth now felt dry and I licked my lips. I could smell Amanda now, a little sweaty and definitely aroused. The smell of her sweat was different than mine or Tara's, but I liked it. I wanted to lick her armpits, but I was too shy to do it. It seemed like the room was a lot hotter than it had been before and the scents of three horny women was getting thick. I loved it.

"A whole lot," I said. "Why don't we play with her for a while and I can show you?"

"Mmm," purred Amanda. "I like that idea, but I don't have a lot of time before I have to get back out there."

"Then we'd better get started," I said. "Take off the skirt Tara."

Tara quickly obeyed, dropping the short skirt and standing there in her Hello Kitty panties, the knee socks and hi-heeled Mary Janes she was wearing. She really did look like a preteen. Amanda circled her like a predator, then leaned in, inhaling deeply.

"Put your hands behind your head," ordered Amanda, although she looked at me when she said it. I just smiled and gave a little nod.

Amanda put her hands on Tara's ribs and bent her head down and her nose against Tara's underarm. She inhaled and I saw her shudder, then she pressed her lips against Tara's fragrant, wet skin, kissing it. I shuddered as I watched her tongue slide from between her lips and take a long lick.

"Oh god she tastes so good," moaned Amanda.

I couldn't take anymore and walked over. Tara's scent was much stronger now and I smiled at her before taking both her nipples in my fingers. I was going to hurt her. Hurt her nipples by squeezing them in my fingers and digging my nails into the thick, rubbery flesh. She knew it and I could see lust in her face. Lust from the embarrassment of how she smelled, and the fact that a girl she didn't even know -- but who was certainly younger than her -- was licking her armpit in an abandoned break room.

I was hot with lust too, but a little scared, I think. Just the thought of embarrassing Tara, of hurting her and letting her be used by a girl we barely knew was making me insanely hot. Was I a sadist? I didn't think so. If I was, then I wouldn't care if Tara got off or not on what was happening. But I was sure that if Tara wasn't getting off on this, we wouldn't be doing it. At least, I think I was sure. I pushed the confusion aside as Amanda slid behind Tara and began slowly licking her other armpit. Tara shuddered.

I remembered what I'd read about training a slave. One thing you could do was to connect things that they didn't like, or that hurt or embarrassed them, with intense physical pleasure. Eventually, when someone did those things to them, they'd get aroused, their bodies having been trained to expect pleasure. It was one of many ways to take control from your slave, to make her yours. I found, in that moment, I wanted very much to do that to Tara.

"God she tastes so sweet," said Amanda.

She pulled me into a kiss and I could taste and smell Tara's sweat on her lips. It was intoxicating. I didn't stop playing with Tara's nipples though -- if anything I squeezed them harder as she watched her lover kiss another woman inches from her face.

We broke the kiss and Amanda smiled at me, then looked down to see what I was doing to Tara's nipples.

"That looks like it really hurts," said Amanda. "Does it?"

Tara, her lust evident in her face, nodded.

"Yes," she said, still managing to sound younger than her twenty years.

"Do you like it when she hurts you?"

Tara closed her eyes and looked down, moaning as I yanked on her nipples, but still managing to look like a mortified little girl. She didn't say anything though, acting as if she were too embarrassed to.

I let go of her nipples and grabbed her under her chin, forcing her head up to look at us.

"Answer her," I ordered, my voice low and intense.

"Yes," said Tara, after drawing a shuddering breath.

Amanda walked behind Tara, whose arms were still up and slid her fingers gently around Tara's body until her hands covered Tara's flat breasts. She pulled Tara closer to her by putting pressure on Tara's chest, but it was clear to me it didn't hurt her much. After a second it was clear to Amanda too.

"Ah," said Amanda. "She hasn't started getting her breast buds yet. I love it when girls get them -- they're so sensitive. Putting pressure on them tends to hurt a lot."

I remembered when my own breasts had started growing. They'd ached occasionally, especially once I'd started my period, but I knew other girls had been a lot more sensitive. Pressing on their breast buds would have caused serious pain. I wished Tara had them. Or that I could play with a tween who did.

That thought triggered a picture in my mind ... Tara, tightly bound, helpless, maybe with just a single, tight clamp on her clit, forced to watch me with a tween girl, watching as the girl ate me out while I sat on her face and used my palms to press hard on her breast buds...

My eyes were drawn to Amanda's hands, which, having found that pressure didn't hurt Tara had turned into claws, the nails scratching across her chest. At first, it was just light enough to leave faint red marks, but when I said nothing, Amanda used more pressure. The light red marks were replaced with much darker ones. Amanda used her forefingers, one on each nipple, to scratch across those thick stubs. Tara was already sore from all the abuse I'd given her sweet nubs, but I didn't stop Amanda, and Tara closed her eyes and shuddered when she realized I wasn't going to. My pussy twitched, and I could feel a thick glob of slimy juice seep out.

I looked down and saw that the crotch of Tara's Hello Kitty panties were sopping. The wetness I'd seen earlier had spread, making it look almost as if Tara had peed herself. That was a hot thought. Maybe I'd make her do that. I slid my fingers inside the waist band of the panties, over her sweaty mons and between her greasy cunt lips. As Amanda had noted, she was furnace hot, her big clit sticking out like a rubber peg, slippery and sticky with girl juice. I watched, rolling her clit in time with the motions of Amanda's fingers. Each time a nail scratched over Tara's nipples, I pressed her clit. Each time we worked her small body, Tara's flat belly contracted and she let out a little huffing noise. Her nipples were looking raw, and still Amanda kept at them, occasionally looking at me to see if I wanted her to stop.

That was a bad move though; I was too far gone with lust. My burgeoning sadism burned inside me, wanting to see Tara hurt for us, wanting to watch her cum even while some part of her, some soft, sensitive part of her was being hurt in a way that she would feel for hours, or even days. I could tell Tara was close to cuming. Her mouth was open, sweat shone on her skin from both the heat of the room and what we were doing to her body. She needed an orgasm badly and was very close. My lips curved in a cruel smile and Tara closed her eyes, realizing I planned to deny her.

With one last vicious tweak, Amanda stepped slowly away from Tara. Tara's chest was covered with scratch marks and her poor nipples were hot and swollen, scratched and raw from Amanda's nails.

She walked around Tara, then bent her head and used her tongue to lick the sweat that had regathered under Tara's arm. Then, without closing her mouth, she grabbed Tara's face and pressed her tongue into my slave's mouth. Tara obediently allowed it access, then realizing what Amanda wanted, began sucking on it as Amanda fucked it in and out of her mouth. Amanda pulled out and strands of drool coated Tara's chin. I wanted to lick them off.