The Arrangement Mick Sloane Three roommates make a deal to teach their boyfriends about loyalty "So what do you guys think? Do we have a deal?" Jordan asked her friends, her voice resonating with contempt, her eyes glinting with both mischief and fury. "I'm game," Melanie answered, her voice still shaking with anger. "What do you think, Kat?" Katherine rolled her eyes, leaning forward in her chair, looking reluctantly at her roommates as they sat across from her on the sofa. She dabbed at another tear with her tissue as it rolled down her pretty face. "I think you guys are out of your fucking minds! That's what I think," she said, shrugging her shoulders, lowering her eyes sadly. Jordan threw her hands up impatiently, shaking her head as she looked at Melanie. "Out of our minds, honey?" she asked, her voice filled with exasperation. "You heard what they did. What do you think we should do, just forget about it? Throw some kind of fucking parade in their honor?" "No, Jordan," Katherine answered, now weeping freely, as she had earlier. "I never said that. I just mean, are we sure about this? Are we sure it's true?" The anger melted from Melanie's expression as she saw her friend's tears flowing down her face. She arose from the sofa and walked around the coffee table to the oversized stuffed chair where Katherine sat. Melanie sat down next to her, putting her arm around her. "Shhh," Melanie said quietly, hugging her friend. "It's okay, Kat. It's alright, sweetheart." Katherine put her head on Melanie's shoulder, sobbing, "It can't be true, Mel. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't." Melanie put her hand lightly on Katherine's chin, lifting her face, looking into it. "He did, sweetie," she said quietly, tears welling up in her own eyes. "They all did." Jordan's face softened, and she walked over to where her friends sat, standing behind their chair, running her hands gently through their hair as the two continued to embrace. "Why would Marisa lie, sweetheart?" she asked Katherine quietly. "She's our friend. Why would she lie?" Katherine shook her head sadly, brushing away more tears. "She wouldn't. What about Joe?" Melanie brushed Katherine's cheek gently with the back of her hand. "Why would he, honey? He's a nice guy. He isn't friends with our boys, but he doesn't have anything against them, either. At least he didn't," she said, savagely brushing a tear from her own cheek. Jordan continued to run her fingers through her friends' hair, and to caress their shoulders with her hands. "Joe isn't lying," she said quietly, matter-of-factly. "It must have been very difficult for him to tell Marisa at all, and even harder for her to tell Melanie. Don't you see that, Kat?" "He's a pig!" Katherine sobbed, beating her fist on the arm of the chair. "They all are, sweetheart," Melanie said sadly. "They all are." Always the pragmatist, focusing on the matter at hand, Jordan said quietly, her voice brimming with rage, "So the question is, what are we going to do about it? Are we going to be victims, or are we going to do something?" Melanie's face hardened, and her pretty eyes smoldered. "I'm no victim," she said coldly. "We are not fucking victims." "I don't want to see him," Katherine said, her lower lip quivering. "I don't understand why you guys want to do this. Why don't we just dump the bastards and move on?" she asked, as tears continued to run down her face and over her neck and shoulders. "That's letting them off the hook, Kat," Jordan said, shaking her head. "I mean, yes it might hurt them, but not as badly as what I'm suggesting. And simply breaking up with them won't make us feel any better, either." She scowled, saying, "And Kat, I want to feel better." Katherine dried her eyes with a tissue, and blew her nose with another. "And beating them up will make us feel better?" Jordan smiled cruelly. "I feel better just thinking about it. It's more than just beating them up, sweetie. It's humiliating them, making them beg for mercy. At the hands of their girlfriends. In front of one another. Think about it, and tell me the prospect doesn't make you feel a little better, too." Melanie smirked, nodding her head slightly. "It makes me feel better." They were silent for a moment, and then Melanie turned to Katherine, saying, "All right, sweetheart. It's your call. Miles, Scott and Dan, who are supposedly our boyfriends, who profess to love us, were invited to Joe's bachelor party. Joe invited them at Marisa's suggestion, because she is our dear friend, and she wanted to do something nice for us. Joe agreed, because he loves Marisa, and wanted to make her happy." "So," Jordan continued for Melanie, "our boyfriends go to Joe's bachelor party, and they proceed to get drunk and to have sex, each miserable one of them, with the little whore stripper who was hired to entertain at the party. Incidentally, the whore was hired for Joe, and he had the sense and decency not to sleep with her. Our boys, though, all decide to fuck her, and they rely on some archaic male code of honor which states that men do not report one another's bachelor party indiscretions to their women." Katherine nodded silently. "And Joe decided to break the supposed code, and to tell Marisa. And she, our faithful friend, told us." "And here we are," Jordan said softly. "I'm afraid I couldn't do it," Katherine said quietly. "I don't think I could beat and humiliate Miles." Jordan shook her head, petting Katherine's hair. "Oh, sure you could, honey. If you take him by surprise, you can overpower him. You have the strength, the sexual power, the element of surprise. No problem." Katherine shook her head. "No, I don't mean physically. I think I could take him physically. But emotionally, I don't know if I could bring myself to be sufficiently cruel." "Even still?" Melanie asked gently. Katherine shrugged, nodding her head. "We've been together for two years," she said, impatiently brushing away a tear. "I don't even know if I can look at him right now without crying. I don't see how I could punish him." Jordan circled the chair and sat down on the floor at her friends' feet, looking up into their faces. "What about one of the others?" she asked. "What?" Katherine returned. "I don't understand." Melanie met Jordan's eyes, and she nodded approvingly. "You said that you couldn't face Miles, sweetie," Melanie said to Katherine. "What about Scott or Dan?" Realization swept over Katherine's face, and she blushed, saying, "You guys! Are you out of your minds?" "Katherine!" Jordan exclaimed. "Come on! It's perfect. We can swap. We'll do them one at a time, in front of each other. You do Scott for me, Melanie does Miles for you, and I'll do Dan for Melanie. That will be even more humiliating for them, and none of us will have to worry about facing our own boyfriend." "I like it!" Melanie enthused. "You want me to beat up Scott?" Katherine asked, smiling shyly now. Jordan nodded. "And we'll watch. Hell, we can make the other guys watch, too. And then Mel can beat up Miles, and I'll have my way with Dan." "Why me first?" Katherine asked skeptically. "Oh, Kat! It doesn't have to be in that order. We'll just go with the flow," Jordan said, shrugging her shoulders casually. Katherine smiled a little, warming to the idea. "How badly are we talking about beating them? And what about things of a ... sexual nature? Is anything out of bounds?" she asked. "I think we should agree to all of that up front." Jordan shrugged again, glancing at Melanie. "You mean like, ground rules?" Katherine nodded. "Yeah. We could get in trouble for doing this, you know." "Oh, Kat," Melanie laughed. "Who are they going to tell, after their girlfriends beat them up and humiliate them, and they are unable to do anything to stop it? Come on. They won't tell a soul, and they'll beg us not to tell anyone, either." Katherine's face brightened. "I guess that's true," she said. "But still, if we are going to entrust our boyfriends, or soon-to-be ex- boyfriends to one another, we need to have an understanding about what we can or cannot do. We can't be arguing in front of them." "Absolutely not," Jordan agreed. "We have to present a united front. That's rule number one. Okay, then. What should the other rules be?" "We aren't allowed to kill them," Melanie said seriously, and then all three women burst out laughing. "Good," Katherine said. "And what else? What about broken bones?" Jordan smiled nastily, saying, "Oh, I think broken bones are okay," and the three women giggled gleefully. "All right," Katherine conceded, finding herself more and more in the spirit of things. "But nothing which can't heal or be fixed." Melanie frowned, saying, "So I can't sever his penis from his body?" and Katherine fell from the chair, and she and Jordan rolled about on the floor, laughing so hard that they eventually had to struggle for breath. When she sobered, Katherine sat back up, saying, "All right then. Any other rules. What about sexual stuff?" Jordan sat up, as well. "What about it?" she asked. "Are there any limits in terms of using our ... femininity to humiliate them? Remember, we're going to be doing each other's boyfriends, not our own. I mean, do you have a problem with my, you know, like, touching Scott's wee-wee?" she asked, and the three of them again rolled about in laughter. Regaining her composure, Jordan's face became serious. "Scott is no longer my boyfriend. He just doesn't know that yet. I want you to do whatever hurts and humiliates him the most in front of me and in front of his friends." "I agree," Melanie said. "Touch Dan's wee-wee all you want," she told Jordan soberly, resulting in another fit of giggles. Katherine considered this for a moment, and then nodded her head with resolve. "All right then," she said. "The same goes for Miles. The rules are that we do whatever hurts and humiliates each of them most, short of killing them or doing irreversible damage to them." Jordan nodded, smiling. "Can't we just kill one or two of them? I know! A compromise. We kill one, permanently maim a second, and only play with the wee-wee of the third! How about that?" Melanie fell from the chair as well, and the three women rolled on the floor, laughing with delight, wrestling and tickling one another, giddy at the prospect of what they had agreed to do. A few hours later, the women were set. All had phoned their boyfriends, and the three men were scheduled to arrive separately, at fifteen-minute intervals, unbeknownst to one another. Scott would arrive first, and then Miles, and Dan third. Over the course of a mere thirty minutes, all three would arrive, be sufficiently incapacitated, and then the proceedings would begin. The women sat in the living room of their rented house, sipping from bottles of beer. Each had taken a shot of Southern Comfort, at Jordan's behest, to "help with their nerves." They looked at one another silently, each mulling over what they were about to do, feeling a mixture of excitement, anger, fear, and a tinge of sorrow that it had come to this. Jordan had instructed her two friends to focus on the anger. The sight of the three beautiful women sitting silently together in the room, each one dressed to take full advantage of her femininity, was indeed something to behold. Jordan sat on the chair, facing Melanie and Katherine. She wore a black silk teddy which exposed her bare arms and shoulders, as well as considerable cleavage. The outfit came down to her lower hips, just covering her sex, and her firm, round butt. She wore no bra, no panties. She wore matching black stockings and garters, with black, stiletto high heels. Jordan was a gorgeous woman, full, Amazon build, with natural, fiery red hair and a temperament to match. Her complexion was pinkish, and her face lovely, with high cheekbones, rosy lips, and green eyes. She had a beautiful, taught figure with a firm, tight stomach, full breasts and round hips and buttocks. Her arms and legs were sleek and well-defined. Melanie rested on the sofa next to Katherine, sipping from her bottle of beer. Melanie was lovely, as well, with straight blond hair that fell just past her shoulders, blue eyes, and delicate, narrow facial features. Her skin was well-tanned, and she was breathtaking in a white, cut-off tank top, which did not quite cover the bottoms of her full, firm breasts and exposed her tiny, hard tummy. She wore light blue, thong bikini bottoms, which covered very little, showing off her hard, tight butt, curvy hips, and long, silky legs. Her feet were bare, and she wiggled her toes nervously into the plush carpet as the three women sat in silence. Katherine wore a tight, peach-colored, sleeveless tee-shirt, tied into a knot below perky, young breasts, exposing her navel and her firm little midriff. Her long, brown hair fell over her shoulders, shadowing a face with beautiful, feminine features. She closed the lids to her smoky, hazel eyes as she waited with anticipation for the first man to arrive, as he would in mere minutes. She prayed that they would be on time, so that each arrived separately. She wore fetching, light-blue denim cut- offs which exposed the lower portion of her firm, round buttocks, and every inch of her long, powerful legs. She wore brown leather boots which came up to the middles of her calves. The appointed time came and went, and the girls eyed each other nervously. "It's all right," Jordan said calmly. "That's why we allowed fifteen-minute gaps." Sure enough, the knock on the door came only five minutes late, and the women silently nodded to one another, quickly holding hands and smiling. Jordan waited for Katherine to disappear into her bedroom and for Melanie to take her appointed position in the kitchen. Once her friends were out of sight, Jordan made her way to the door and, taking a deep breath, she opened it. Scott's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw his beautiful girlfriend standing in the doorway, dressed in her sexy black teddy. He stood silently in the hall for a moment, taking in every inch of her body with his eyes, as she smiled shyly, letting him stare at her. "Are you going to come in, lover?" she finally asked. "Wow," Scott finally managed. "Uh, yeah. Sure," he said, stumbling clumsily through the doorway, never managing to take his eyes from Jordan's supple young body. She closed and locked the door behind him, standing close, looking up into his eyes, hooking her fingers through the belt loops to his jeans, pulling him to her. She kissed him softly on the mouth, swaying her body against him, smiling as she felt his erection against her, through his jeans. She pulled her face away after a minute, looking into his eyes. "Hi," she said softly. "Hi," he returned. "So, wow. What's all this?" She smiled, saying, "Well, it's been so long since we spent any quality time together, and I thought this might be nice, if it's okay with you, that is." "Oh, yeah," he returned, feeling her body, nearly nude, swaying softly against his own. "So, we're alone then?" he asked. She laughed. "Of course we're alone, silly," she said, and she brought her lips against his again, kissing his mouth, running her hands over his shoulders and back. He returned her kiss with excitement, slipping his hands beneath her little outfit, feeling her firm buttocks, the backs of her muscular thighs. Jordan continued to kiss Scott, and with his hands on the backs of her legs, she lifted her right knee swiftly and powerfully into his crotch, like a piston. His eyes widened in surprise, and he pulled his face from hers, screaming in pain. He made a move to fall to the floor, but Jordan casually moved her hands beneath his arms, holding his body up, driving her knee into him again, causing another pained scream from him. Scott's pain and surprise were so tremendous that he did not hear Melanie approach him from behind, did not see her lift the unopened bottle of beer above her head. When she brought it down sharply against his upper back, he slumped immediately to the floor, unconscious before he knew what had happened. The women laughed nervously as they regrouped, standing over Scott's unconscious body. "Okay, girls," Jordan said after a moment. "No time to lose. Let's move him out of the way." Jordan and Melanie each took one arm, and Katherine stooped to lift Scott's feet from the floor, and the three women dragged his body awkwardly into Jordan's bedroom. She would stay and watch him, while the other two returned to the living room to await Dan's and Miles' arrival. Over the next twenty minutes or so, both Dan and Miles were similarly detained by Melanie and Katherine. As the three men lay strewn about the apartment, unconscious, Jordan, Melanie, and Katherine toasted their initial success with a second shot of Southern Comfort, again at Jordan's urging. When the three men awoke, they were understandably disoriented, but each quickly realized that things had gone very awry. As each regained his bearings and began struggling and shouting angrily, the three women laughed with glee. Miles and Scott were on the floor, to one side of the apartment's living room, lying next to one another. Miles lay face down on the carpet, with his feet near the wall, and his head facing the center of the room. He had been stripped down to his boxer shorts. Melanie sat on his upper back, her firm, nude buttocks pressed flush against his shoulder blades. His head had been pulled up and back, so that he faced forward, even as his body lay flat on the floor. Melanie's legs were wrapped around the sides of his head, crossing at the knees around his throat, below his chin, and extended straight on the floor in front of him, ankles locked tight. She held his head firmly in her thighs, forcing him to face forward, with his head and neck perpendicular to the rest of his body, which was pinned flat on the floor beneath her as she sat on his back. The back of his head was forced in firmly against her tight tummy, and she giggled, squeezing his head harder in her thighs, as he tried to struggle, realizing angrily that she held his hands firmly by the wrists, behind his back, were they could clearly pose no threat to anyone. He struggled furiously, but he appeared to be quite stuck, his head firmly between her thighs, her knees digging in menacingly against his throat, her buttocks pinning his upper body to the floor beneath her weight as she held his arms by the wrists firmly behind his back, laughing at him. Scott was next to Miles on the floor of the apartment, but Scott lay on his back. He too was shouting angrily, as Katherine sat behind him on the floor, with his head propped up in her lap. He lay with the back of his head flush against her little midriff, her muscular thighs wrapped around his skull. She curled one leg inward, her calf pulled in dangerously close against his throat, and she extended her other leg straight out, the heel of her boot resting on his stomach. Scott tried to struggle at her legs with his hands, but he quickly realized that she held his hands clasped tightly in her own, her little fingers interlocked with his. Scott thrashed his body about furiously, planting his feet flat on the floor for leverage, arching his back, trying to buck himself free. Katherine looked slyly at Melanie, and she clasped her fingers tightly against Scott's hands until he winced. She pulled her calf in against his throat until the back of his head was pushed in firmly against her tummy. Katherine squeezed her thighs in against his head, and slowly pulled back on her calf, smirking as she cut off his breathing, looking down sternly in his face then, as he struggled for breath against her silky calf. Quickly getting the message as his need for oxygen became increasingly desperate, Scott finally fell still. Katherine withdrew her calf slightly then, allowing him to breathe, but only with some degree of effort. He occasionally choked as she carelessly pulled her leg in too tightly against his neck. "What the hell is going on here?" Miles shouted, turning his head to his girlfriend, Katherine as he continued to struggle beneath Melanie. Katherine turned her head, looking at Miles coldly, and then up at Melanie. "Shut him up, will you, Mel?" Katherine said icily, bringing her own leg in against Scott's throat until he coughed for breath. "My pleasure, dear," Melanie said sweetly, and she worked her thighs together against Miles' head, bringing her knees in against his neck until he was gasping desperately for air as well. Melanie sat perched comfortably on top of him, denying him breath until she felt he was near unconsciousness, and then allowing him to take in air as he coughed and wheezed with his head and neck trapped between her lovely legs. The attention of all four fell to Jordan in the center of the room, as she chuckled, saying, "Well, isn't this lovely?" She sat with her butt planted firmly on Dan's chest, looking down into his face as he lay, still unconscious, beneath her. Jordan positioned Dan's hands on the floor so that she could kneel on them as she straddled his upper body, and she began slapping his face lightly until he came to. He looked up at her, disoriented, and the three women giggled as he slowly realized where he was, and in what position. He squinted up at Jordan, and turned his head to the side, hearing the other women laughing, and he saw Katherine and Melanie to the side of the room, firmly holding his friends hostage. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked Melanie. Jordan reached one of her hands towards his face, grabbing him firmly, sternly by the chin, and turning his face forward, so that he was looking up at her. She worked her fingers in against his face, smiling as he thrashed beneath her. She looked down coldly into his eyes, and she scooted forward just slightly, so that her thighs, her sex, pressed in against his throat. She continued to put most of her weight on his upper chest, leaning back, pressing her firm buttocks against his chest as she knelt, straddling his throat, pinning his hands to the floor with her knees, holding his face tight with her hand, digging her fingernails into his cheeks. "You pay attention to me, Danny boy," she said coldly. When he tried to speak, she shifted her weight on him, bringing her body onto his throat, holding herself there as he gasped for breath, unable to pull his hands from beneath her knees. She smiled comfortably down into his face as he kicked and struggled for breath. "Don't bother addressing Melanie again, Danny," Jordan said, looking down at him. "You can speak to her when you beg for her forgiveness, and I'll tell you when it's time for that." Jordan shifted herself back onto his chest, ignoring his coughs and gasps as he hungrily took in air. She sat with her weight on his chest, but positioned herself so that he would continue to feel her silky inner thighs, the course hair from her sex, against his throat as he lay pinned beneath her, struggling ineffectually to free himself. She put her hands on her hips, taunting him, looking down at him as he struggled angrily beneath her, planting his feet flat on the floor, trying to buck her. Melanie and Katherine laughed at his attempts to break free, and they made certain that Miles and Scott saw everything, as well. Jordan wrapped her hands firmly around Dan's wrists, and she pulled her knees back from his hands, holding his wrists tightly as he struggled. She moved herself back against his naked chest, slowly bringing her thighs and buttocks down across his body until she reached his lap. She held his wrists out to either side, and she quickly lay down flat on top of him. Before he could struggle with his legs, she straightened her own, wrapping one around each of his ankles, and pulling them apart. She arched her back, pushing her midsection in against his, holding his legs tight with her own, pulling them farther and farther apart as he shouted obscenities at her. As she lay her upper body flat on him, Jordan brought his hands above his head on the floor, and she allowed her elbows to dig into his shoulders. She brought her face in close, above his, looking down at him, her silky red hair spilling over his face as he yelled angrily at her. She swayed her hips, pressing her tummy in against his crotch, letting her breasts touch his chest lightly, and smiling as she felt his erection against her. She pressed her breasts against his chest more firmly now, looking down into his face, breathing on him casually as he struggled to pull his hands free or to roll her off of him, and was unable to do so, as she had all of the leverage. She used her powerful legs to pull his own farther and farther apart, until he swore from the pain, from being stretched by her. Jordan's response was a sexy little smile, her face, her lips mere inches above his own, his shoulders pinned beneath her elbows, his wrists firmly in her iron grip. Looking confidently down into his eyes, she spread her legs apart wider still, ignoring his gasp of pain, swaying herself lightly on his erection. "Any idea why you find yourself in this position, tough guy?" she asked, her lips inches from his face. "Do you have anything that you want to admit to us, Dan?" she asked sternly, noting the sudden realization that swept over his face. "No," he said angrily, struggling to buck her lithe body off of him. "No idea what you and your friends might have done to upset your sweet, loving girlfriends? No idea why we might be a touch angry?" "You're obviously all three on the rag," Scott shouted from the side of the room. "And out of your fucking minds, to boot." Katherine brought her calf in against his throat instantly, and squeezed her legs against his head, holding him firmly, shaking his head violently in her thighs as he struggled for breath. "Another word from you, Scottie, and I'll choke the life from you with my calf, while I crush your fucking head between my thighs. I would be very interested to see which would hold out longer, your breath, or your skull." Katherine held his throat shut silently for a moment, feeling aroused at the sensation of him struggling for air against her hard little calf. After another moment, she again loosened her grip, still holding his head firmly in her thighs, her calf withdrawn far enough to allow him to breathe, but pulled in tight enough so that it was impossible for him to do so without remembering constantly that he was being held captive by a pretty girl with wonderful legs. As Katherine reprimanded Scott, Jordan had turned her attention to them, still holding Dan's wrists tightly in her hands, but relaxing the resistance in her legs. Dan seized the opportunity, and he brought his legs together quickly and forcefully, thereby gaining the leverage necessary to push Jordan off of him. He quickly rolled on top of her, but before he could position himself, she caught his head by a clump of hair, and she pulled it down against her upper body. Jordan quickly wrapped her opposite arm around his head, flexing the muscles in her arm and mashing his face firmly against her chest, in the hard valley between her breasts. Dan quickly thrashed at her with his arms, and tried to plant his feet on the floor so that he could stand and move away from her, but Jordan held his head firmly, and she rolled forcefully onto her side, taking him with her, and knocking him back off balance. She quickly extended her legs to either side of him and wrapped them around his middle, as she continued to pull his face in against her chest with her powerful arm. His struggles became frenzied, but Jordan was able to scoot her body in against his, and to lock her ankles on his opposite side. She had him in a very vulnerable position. Jordan lay on her side, next to Dan, who lay on his back, his body facing upward. Jordan's legs were wrapped around his middle, one beneath him and the second across his stomach. His head was turned sharply to the side, as she held it wrapped in her powerful arm, mashing his face against the hard part of her chest, between her breasts. Her lovely, solid body lay on top of one of his arms, rendering it useless, and she held his opposite arm by the wrist in her strong little hand. She pulled his head in forcefully against her body, pressing his nose in against her silky chest, letting him feel her firm breasts shift against the sides of his face as she breathed and moved, holding him easily as he struggled to free himself from her. Jordan looked down into his eyes as she pressed his nose and mouth against her body, smiling with amusement as his angry screams were muffled between her lovely breasts. As she continued to press his face to her chest, with Dan struggling and thrashing his body about all the while, Jordan began working her legs in against his stomach. Her legs wrapped around his body, her ankles locked on the opposite side, she slowly flexed her thigh muscles against his middle, effortlessly straightening her legs on either side of him as he bucked desperately, his eyes wide, his screams muffled as she forced his face ever tighter to her chest. She relished the feel of his uneven breath against her body. Dan kicked his legs, but they could neither damage Jordan nor help him break free from her. She lay on his right arm, and held his left firmly in her hand. His entire midsection was trapped between her thighs, and his upper body was of no use either, as she held his head tight in her arm, mashing his face against her body. Dan flexed the muscles in his chest and stomach, trying desperately to stop Jordan from squeezing him any tighter, because he was slowly losing position to her, as she continued to bring her thighs in against him, never relaxing them, never spreading them apart, only bringing them in closer and closer together. He thrashed his body about desperately, trying to break himself free, but she had him, and he could do little to free himself. Jordan, on the other hand, was in no hurry, and could afford to wear him down patiently, to humiliate him slowly and steadily. She smiled down into his eyes, cranking her arm against his head, mocking him with her eyes as he screamed in pain against her chest. Jordan pulled his face in against her tighter still, crushing him against her lovely body. As he struggled to pull his head from her grasp, she felt his stomach muscles relaxing, resting involuntarily as his attention focused elsewhere, and she squeezed her thighs together savagely, smiling and arching her eyebrows as she felt his breath expel against her chest, as she squeezed it from him. He quickly tightened his stomach, flexing his muscles in an attempt to force her legs back outward, so that he could breathe more easily. Jordan held firm, however, watching his face with dispassionate interest as he struggled against her. Jordan began fighting him with her legs then, taking slow, easy breaths and focusing on squeezing. He continued to challenge her, struggling to keep the muscles in his stomach flexed, but he was tiring, and the muscles in his abdomen were no match for the ones in her thighs. She felt him giving way, and Jordan concentrated on crushing him between her legs, gasping with arousal as she felt him struggling against her chest, between her thighs. She savored the feel of his stomach collapsing between her powerful legs, her sex pulled in taught against his side, his breath rushing from his mouth against her lovely chest as she forced it from him. Dan felt his stomach giving way, and he thrashed his body, trying desperately to shake himself free. Keeping her eyes focused on his, Jordan squeezed tighter still, and she began arching her back and stretching her legs downward, as she held him firmly between them, pulling Dan's head in one direction with her arm while she pulled his lower body in the opposite direction with her legs. She stretched his body taught, so that he was unable to thrash about, and she pulled his face in more firmly still against her chest, smiling as his groans and screams were muffled against her young body. She focused once again on squeezing him between her powerful thighs, fighting his increasingly weak stomach muscles until she felt them give way. Jordan moaned excitedly as she felt herself becoming more and more aroused, looking down confidently into Dan's terrified eyes, clamping her legs tighter and tighter around his body. His breaths had become short and difficult, and he was clearly in tremendous pain. Keeping hold of his head with her arm and his body with her legs, Jordan rolled onto her back, pulling him with her, so that he lay on his side, on top of her, his face still turned sideways, so that she could pull it in forcefully against her chest. She crushed him between her thighs. His stomach had become soft and weak, and she flattened him easily, as he screamed in pain, struggling desperately for breath against her lovely body. Dan's hands groped weakly at Jordan's shoulders, her arms, her waist, down to her legs and hips, as he desperately tried to find some way to free himself. Jordan relished the feel of his hands struggling against her powerful female body, and she squeezed him tighter still, experiencing incredible arousal at the feel of his weak, helpless body pulled in tight against her sex as she devoured him. She used her free hand to slide one of the spaghetti straps from her teddy down over her shoulder. Releasing his head from her arm, she took it by a handful of hair with her opposite hand, holding it still with great ease. She used her newly-freed hand to slip the other strap over her opposite shoulder, and then to pull the fabric down further still, exposing one, and then both of her lovely, firm young breasts. She held Dan's head back from her body, still gripping him by the hair with one of her feminine little hands, looking confidently up into his face. She smirked as he struggled for breath, groping her body desperately as she squeezed him tighter still. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came forth, so short was he of breath. Jordan focused on her legs, and she crushed his middle, shaking his entire body savagely between her thighs as she lay comfortably on her back, bullying him, humiliating him terribly. His eyes were welling up with tears as he struggled weakly for breath. Jordan squeezed harder still, moaning with ecstasy as he began sobbing now in pain and humiliation. She pulled his face against one of her exposed, firm breasts, sighing with pleasure at the feel of his hot tears running down her bosom, over her throat and shoulders, her tummy and navel. She crushed his body in her silky thighs, pressing his face to her breast, holding it against her erect, pink nipple as he wept defenselessly against her bosom, unable to do anything but cry against the beautiful girl's body as she tortured him effortlessly. "That's it, Dan," she said softly, petting his head with her hand, holding his face in against her round, full breast. "Cry, honey. Just cry," she said gently, simultaneously squeezing him as tight as she could muster between her legs. "My poor baby, it must hurt terribly. And how embarrassing," she continued, moving his head to her other breast easily, pressing his face to it as he wept against her. "How humiliating to be beaten like this by a woman, and in front of your big strong friends," she turned her head to gaze coldly at the other two men, who were watching in silent terror, as Katherine and Melanie held them steady. Jordan tilted his face upward slightly, so that she could look up into his eyes, as she continued to hold his nose and mouth softly against her breast. As she looked into his eyes, pressing his face to her breast, poking at it with her erect nipple, Jordan relaxed her hold on his middle briefly, and then she brought her thighs together with all of her might. She watched the pain and fear and humiliation in his eyes, and she felt his weak tummy between her thighs, his body pulled tight against her sex, and she felt his face against her breast, his hot tears running all over the front of her lovely body. She came then, moaning with ecstasy as she climaxed against him, holding him in complete ownership, in total control as he sobbed against her breast. She loosened her thighs once again following her orgasm, still holding him firmly, petting his head gently with her hand as he wept against her breast. She lay on her back, looking up into his face powerfully as she relaxed, holding him captive in her thighs, owning him, making him feel pathetic and weak for her amusement. He gulped in labored breaths as she casually loosened her hold on him. After a few moments, Jordan began to slowly squeeze her legs together again, smiling sweetly at his gasps as she easily controlled his breathing. She crushed him tighter and tighter, tilting his face up so that she could look into his eyes, as tears streamed from them, running down her breasts. "Beg me to stop, Dan honey," she said softly. Dan said nothing at first, as he continued to gasp for breath, and Jordan squeezed tighter still, sighing with pleasure at the feel of his body, all squishy and defenseless, collapsing between her taught, muscular thighs. "Beg," she said sternly. "Please, Jordan," Dan gasped immediately. "Please stop hurting me. I beg you." Jordan smiled, squeezing him tighter, moaning as he sobbed against her. She pressed his face to her breast, to her erect nipple. "Lick me, Dan," she said. "Suck on my breast, and show your respect for me. Do it now," she said gently, crushing him easily between her legs, "and I may take mercy on you." He complied immediately, licking her breast tenderly, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking obediently as she squeezed him between her thighs. She felt his erection against her thigh, and she swayed her hips gently as she held him captive between her legs, moving her fingers through his hair as he suckled at her breast. She turned her head to one side, looking coldly at Scott and Miles as their friend begged and suckled weakly at her bosom. She smiled powerfully as she felt him climax in his shorts, trapped between her thighs, licking her body obediently. Jordan loosened her legs, unwrapping them from Dan's body, and she pushed him carelessly off of her, onto the floor by her side, where he lay trembling weakly, panting as he took in quick, deep breaths. She stood, looking down at him, and she put her foot on his chest, slipping her hands to her hips, looking down at him sternly. "Get on your hands and knees," she said quietly, withdrawing her foot. He quickly complied. She stooped to take hold of a handful of his hair. "Now, crawl away from the center of the room, to that corner over there," she said, pointing sternly to the place she wanted for him to go. Again, Dan meekly did as he was told, and Jordan followed, keeping hold of his head by the hair. When he reached the corner, Jordan said, "Now, sit up. That's it, facing the center of the room, dear." When he had complied, Jordan sat on the floor behind him, and she wrapped her legs around his middle from behind, resting her feet in his lap, bringing her body in close against his back. She encircled his upper body with her arms, hugging his back firmly against her nude breasts, and she said "Now you can watch as your friends are humbled, too, my sweet." Dan did not struggle, but instead sat obediently on the floor, with Jordan wrapped around his trembling body, holding him like her possession. Melanie looked across the room at Jordan, and she withdrew her legs from Miles' head, holding onto his hair as she quickly got to her feet. Miles stood as well, as she pulled him up by the hair. Suddenly, Miles swung his arm at Melanie, striking the side of her head solidly with his forearm, and knocking her to the ground. Before she could get back up, he kicked her in the side with his bare foot. She grunted in pain, rolling around on the floor in an effort to escape him. Miles lowered himself to her, pinning her body beneath his as he straddled her in his boxer shorts, catching her arms and holding them tightly by the wrists as she struggled angrily. "Now we'll see," he said angrily, looking first down at Melanie and then over at Katherine, his girlfriend. Jordan leaned forward from where she sat behind Dan, pressing her mouth to his ear. "Sit still, Dan, when I release you," she whispered. "Be still, and show me your obedience, or you will be punished severely," she said, so that he could feel her lips move against his ear. She squeezed her arms and legs around him briefly, to remind him why he should obey her, and then she moved to her feet, silently walking across the room to where Miles sat atop Melanie. Miles faced away from Jordan, and he did not see her approaching until it was much too late. She came up behind him, wrapping her powerful arm around his head and under his chin, yanking him authoritatively up and back, dragging his entire body by the head until he was clear of Melanie. Miles flailed his arms about wildly, screaming at Jordan as she wrenched his head in against her chest. He could not reach her, as she stood behind him, and she would not allow him to get to his feet, holding his head down against her chest and shaking his entire body from side to side as he continued to struggle. Melanie got to her feet, her lovely blue eyes fiery with rage as she stood in her little tank top and thong, facing Miles and Jordan. Jordan slid her free arm beneath Dan's from behind, bringing her hand up around his shoulder to the back of his neck. She released him from her headlock with her other arm, quickly bringing that one beneath his opposite arm, over his shoulder, and behind his neck, clasping the fingers of her two hands. Miles struggled furiously, but he could not reach Jordan, and she leaned back slightly, keeping him off balance as she held his upper body firmly. Miles' attention fell to Melanie, who stood before him, arms folded sternly across her feminine chest, looking at him coldly with icy blue eyes. He kicked at her with both feet, using Jordan as leverage. Melanie dodged one leg, and then she caught the other by the ankle before he could withdraw it. Miles shook his leg wildly in an effort to pull it away from Melanie, but Jordan held his body firmly, and Melanie did not release his foot, holding it tightly with both hands. Melanie turned away from him, keeping hold of his foot, sliding his ankle beneath her arm as she stood facing away from him, giving him a nice view of her taught, firm butt. Holding his calf tightly under her arm, she took hold of Miles' foot with both hands, and she began twisting it to the outside, ignoring his screams and struggles. He kicked at her with his free leg, landing a blow to her back with his foot, and Melanie twisted the foot which she held quickly, decisively, wincing and then smiling slightly as she heard the sound of Miles' ankle breaking in her hands. He screamed in pain, quickly withdrawing his leg as Melanie released it. He could not stand on it, but he shifted weight to his undamaged leg, and Jordan continued to hold him up. Melanie turned around to face him, and she slowly approached him in her little tank top, her shoulders and tummy exposed, the bottoms of her breasts peeking out as she walked towards him. It was evident through her shirt that her nipples were quite erect as she looked sternly at Miles with her lovely, feminine face, pretty blue eyes, cute little nose. She stood inches from him now, studying his face as he winced in pain from his ankle, Jordan standing behind him, holding him steady. Melanie put one of her delicate little hands on each of his shoulders, bringing her body in closer still, breathing on his face confidently as she looked directly into his eyes. She moved her hands along his shoulders and neck, down over his chest, and then back up to his shoulders, smiling to herself as he trembled at her touch. She brought her knee up into his stomach violently, watching his eyes as she knocked the breath from him. He tried to back away, but had no chance of doing so, as Jordan held him steadily. Melanie left her hands casually on his shoulders, and she brought her knee sharply up into his middle again, and again, as Jordan held him upright. Melanie studied Miles' face as he struggled to find his breath, and she coldly brought her knee into his gut once again, smiling sweetly as he grunted in pain. She moved her hands up his neck to the sides of his head, pushing it rudely to one side so that she could see Jordan standing behind him. "Thanks, sweetie," Melanie told Jordan. "I'll be fine now." "That's a girl," Jordan smiled. Melanie drove her knee into Miles' stomach again, moving her hands beneath his armpits so that she could hold him upright. Jordan released him and made her way back over to Dan, who sat obediently just as she had left him. Jordan resumed her place behind him, wrapping her body around him possessively as he trembled at her touch, pressing her face against the back of his neck, speaking to him with her lips pressed to his neck, saying, "That's a good boy." Miles stood limply in Melanie's arms as she stood facing him, holding him steady. She sunk her knee violently into his stomach once again, releasing his body from her grasp and allowing him to crumple to the floor at her feet, where he curled into a fetal position, struggling to regain his breath. Melanie allowed him to recover for a moment, and then she stooped to take him by the hair, dragging him across the floor, forcing him to come with her as she walked with him to the wall at one side of the room. She stooped down, taking him under the arms and lifting him to his feet as he winced in pain, shrinking away from her. Melanie held him firmly, and she got him into an upright position, pushing his back to the wall and holding him there with her hands beneath his arms. She withdrew one hand, bringing her arm up to his neck, pressing her forearm against his throat and forcing his head and back flat against the wall. She withdrew her other arm then, holding him up solely by virtue of her forearm beneath his chin. Melanie looked up into his eyes, bringing her face close to his, pressing her breasts against his chest, breathing easily as she held him pinned to the wall. Melanie brought her knee up into his gut again, pouting for him as he grunted in pain, again losing his breath. She brought her free arm back, and she buried her fist into his tummy, watching his face all the while as he stood defenselessly in front of her, his back pressed to the wall. Melanie drew her fist back, and then buried it farther still into his stomach, holding it there this time, pressing it in, and then up, until she felt his lower rib cage. There was no resistance in his stomach. She easily collapsed it with her clenched fist, pushing it in to him as she looked into his eyes, breathing casually on his face as she held him captive. Melanie struck his middle with her fist repeatedly, holding him up with her forearm against his throat as she beat him senseless, until his tummy was so tender that he winced at the slightest touch. She planted her feet on the floor to either side of his, moving her body in close, facing him, and she withdrew her arm from his neck. Melanie pressed her breasts against his chest, her face inches from his, breathing steadily against him as he looked fearfully at her. She moved her pelvis in firmly against him, pinning his lower body to the wall, arching her body slightly for additional leverage, smiling as she felt his erection against her leg. Miles tried to push her away with his hands as she held him pinned to the wall with her breasts and her lower body. Melanie caught his wrists easily, holding them firmly and pulling his hands above his head, pinning them to the wall and holding them there tightly in her own little hands. He tugged at his hands, trying to pull them free from her. Melanie soon grew tired of this and, standing with her body still pinning his to the wall, she pulled his hands away from the wall, over her head, still holding them tightly by the wrists. Watching his face, she slammed them forward suddenly, smashing the backs of his hands into the wall, smirking carelessly as she heard bones in both hands break on impact. She smiled with her lips against his cheek as he screamed in pain. Melanie drew her face back slightly, looking into his eyes, and she pulled his arms around her waist, sliding his hands inside the tops of her bikini thong. She roughly positioned his hands flat against her buttocks, ignoring his screams, holding him steadily against the wall with her chest and lower body. "Leave them there, or I'll break something else," she whispered against his face as he struggled not to scream. "Move them even an inch," she repeated, "and I'll break you with my bare hands." He said nothing, but he made no move to withdraw his hands from her firm, naked buttocks. She slid her own hands back to his stomach, watching his face as she pushed her palms into his gut, squeezing the air from him easily, holding his stomach flat against the wall as she kept him pinned there with her perky young breasts. She spread her knees apart, placing one against the wall on either side of him, bringing her crotch in against his tummy, withdrawing her hands to place them instead on either side of his face. She arched her back, pressing her pelvis in against his stomach, staring coolly into his eyes as she felt the breath rush from his nose and mouth. Melanie held herself there, depriving him breath with her crotch, and then she eased herself back slightly, and then threw herself forward, delivering a brutal blow to his devastated middle with her pelvis. She moved herself in and out, battering his stomach with her crotch as she drove her body into his defenseless tummy, looking boldly into his face all the while. She moaned at the feel of his hands on her buttocks as she swayed them in and out, thrusting her lower body into his stomach repeatedly, holding his head flat against the wall with her lovely little hands. Miles was unable to defend himself from her, and she felt his erection each time she drove her crotch into his midsection. Finally, the pain she caused him became too much, and he withdrew his hands from her bikini bottoms and tried once again to push her away. Of course, they did him little good, as each was broken in several places. She laughed at him, using her own hands to pull her little tank top up over her head, exposing full, perky young breasts, erect nipples. She looked into his face sternly, saying, "I told you to leave your hands where they were, Miles, or that I would break you some more." She withdrew her crotch from his tummy, holding loosely to the sides of his head with her hands, letting his body slide down the wall in front of her several inches, as he was unable to stand on his own. "Now, you'll see that I mean business." "Oh, God, no," Miles said pleadingly. Melanie smiled sadly, putting her hands on his shoulders, pinning his upper body to the wall. She stood taller than he now, as his legs were bent beneath him, unable to support his weight. She held him pinned to the wall by the shoulders, his eyes level with the nape of her neck. She leaned in to kiss his forehead sweetly, and then she pulled her head back, looking sternly down into his face. She brought her knee up sharply into his chest, giggling as she rattled his teeth with the blow. Melanie quickly slammed her knee into him again, this time breaking at least one of his ribs. As he shrieked in pain, completely unable to defend himself, she brought her knee to his chest again, careful to hit him in a different spot, noting with satisfaction the sound of more ribs giving way to her. Miles' chest was on fire now, and he screamed in pain, then quickly stopped as he realized that the screams only caused him greater pain. Melanie moved her hands beneath his arms, holding him up, keeping him pinned against the wall. She looked down into his face sternly, saying, "Put your hands back, Miles honey, or I'll break everything you have left," she said quietly. "That's right," she smiled sweetly. "Put them flat against my butt, like before. I don't care how much it hurts you," she said as she noted the strain on his face as he moved his broken hands over her tight little body. She pulled his body up, so that he was at eye level with her, and she eased her breasts against his chest, slowly, enjoying the tenseness she felt in his body as she touched him with her own. Melanie pressed her bosoms to his broken chest, causing him to grimace in pain. She pushed herself in closer, pinning him to the wall and holding his body up with the pressure of her chest against his. She took deep breaths, heaving her healthy breasts into his body, watching his face as the pain and humiliation became unbearable, and tears began to streak down his cheeks. Melanie moved her face in against his, feeling his tears as they ran down her own cheeks now, spilling onto her shoulders, running down over her bosoms. She forced her body into him, taking deep breaths to swell her chest against his broken ribs. She moved her face to one side, stepping in closer and moaning with arousal as his tears ran down her shoulder and back. She embraced him this way for several minutes, becoming more and more aroused, letting him feel her body against him. "I have totally defeated you," she whispered, her lips against his ear, smiling to herself as she felt his erection against her leg. She took a deep breath, licking his ear as he groaned in pain. "I'm holding you trapped against the wall with nothing but my breasts," she said, pulling her head back to look down at them, noting that Miles also looked down at them, as they held him captive against the wall. "How humiliating," she taunted, her lips inches from his. "There must be something you can do. I can't possibly be controlling you this way, just with my breasts. I'm just a woman, after all." she said, looking into his eyes as she pressed her body against him. "I'm not smart enough, or strong enough to have beaten you so completely. That would be so terribly humiliating for you," she purred, her lips against his as he struggled not to scream as she arched her bosom into his broken chest. Melanie eased her chest back from him, letting him slide helplessly down her body, until his face was level with her breasts. She moved her body inward again, pressing his face against her chest, between her breasts. She continued to breath easily, swelling her breasts against the sides of his face, completely owning him, humiliating him with her lovely body. She looked down into his eyes, pressing her chest against his face. She brought one knee upward slowly, planting it against his chest, steadily pressing it inward until he gasped in pain. "Beg me to stop hurting you, Miles baby," she said as she looked down into his face, between her bosoms. "Beg the pretty girl to stop beating you up. Tell her she is your superior. Call her 'mistress,'" she said sternly. She brought her knee in farther, until he started to scream, and she held it there. She used her upper arms to press her breasts together against his face, leaning her body in so that his face was pressed firmly against her chest, the back of his head pushed tightly against the wall. Melanie smiled to herself as she heard him speak, his voice muffled between her breasts. "Please, Melanie," he said. "Please don't beat me any more. You are my superior. You are my mistress." She lowered her knee, bringing her leg to rest against his crotch, feeling his erection, stirring her leg against it. "I had some trouble hearing you, Miles honey," she said, her speech reverberating against his face through her breasts. "Your voice is a bit muffled, what with your face trapped in snug against my tits," she said, laughing at him, stirring her leg against his erection. "Perhaps you could speak up." "You are my mistress, Melanie," he said with great effort, his voice still muffled against her bosom. "I beg you, don't hurt me. Oh, please have mercy on me." Melanie pet the top of his head with her hand, stirring her leg against his penis through his boxers. She felt tremendous arousal as she made him come. She had beaten and humiliated him, yet he climaxed against her leg in spite of himself. She had been too much for him, his hands pressed flat against her smooth, tight butt, his face buried in her breasts, her taught leg stirring against his crotch, her girlish voice purring commands. She backed her chest away from his face a few inches, so that her breasts were still right in front of him, but she could look down into his eyes. "That was very good, Miles," she said gently. "You're going to have to show me, though. About me being your mistress, I mean. You're going to have to prove it to me, if you want me to stop beating and breaking you. But you'll do whatever I tell you to, won't you?" she asked. He nodded, defeated, and Melanie smiled, pressing her breasts casually against his face again. She stepped back from him, letting his body slide down the wall, until he was sitting on the floor in front of her, his back propped against the wall. Withdrawing his hands from her bikini, she stooped to straighten his legs in front of him as he sat on the floor beneath her. She spread her legs apart, standing on either side of his, and she came forward, towering over him as he sat on the floor at her feet. She brought herself all the way forward, so that she was facing the wall, and Miles' face was pressed against her tight little middle, his mouth level with her navel. She stood there for a moment, her hands on her hips, looking down into his eyes as she pressed her little tummy firmly against his face. Silently, she stepped up onto his lap, standing with one bare foot on each of his upper legs. His face was now level with her bikini, and she arched her back for a moment, pressing herself against his mouth, holding his head steady with her hands in his hair. Melanie backed away a few inches, and watched his eyes closely as she slid her little bikini bottoms down over her legs, letting them fall on his lap, around her ankles as she stood on him. She put her hand on his head, firmly, and tilted his face up so that she could look down into it. "Put your hands on my waist," she said throatily, and he quickly complied, as she stood with her sex inches from his face. "Good," she said. "Leave them there, or else." She used her hand to tilt his head back down, so that he faced forward once again. "Now, lick me, Miles. Pleasure me, or I swear I'll crush you." She held his head steady with her hands in his hair, and Melanie leaned forward, arching her body against his mouth, pressing the back of his head roughly to the wall. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair as she felt his tongue against her sex, licking her obediently, as she had commanded, his broken hands encircling her little waist. Melanie climaxed quickly, but she did not relent. She looked down, over her breasts, into Miles' face, arching herself into him. "Lick," she said sternly. "Suck me." She pulled his face against her crotch, pushing his head into the wall with her body, moaning with pleasure as she stood on him, felt his broken hands resting obediently at her waist, his tongue working inside of her, because she had commanded it. "Oh, yes," she said excitedly, and she moved her pelvis in and out slightly, using her hands to pull his head with her body, so that she smacked the back of his head thoughtlessly against the wall as he pleasured her. Melanie curled her toes into the flesh on his legs as she stood on him, gently rocking her body in and out as he licked her. She turned to look behind her, smirking with satisfaction at the other two men, who watched the scene in silent terror, as one sat in Jordan's arms and the other was held captive by Katherine's powerful legs. She looked briefly at her two friends, as well, and they both smiled hungrily, clearly quite aroused by the proceedings. Melanie turned her attention back to Miles, tilting his face upward even as she pulled it into her crotch, looking down into his eyes as he licked her. "Oh, yes," she said, swaying her pelvis against his face. "That's it, Miles. I want you to lick deeper. Now. Press your face into me. Stretch your tongue," she said, looking down into his eyes with arousal as she held his head possessively against her sex. "I don't care how you do it, but I want your tongue in me farther." She moaned as he somehow complied, and she pulled his face in hungrily against her sex. "Yes. That's it," Melanie chanted girlishly. "Farther," she said, again thrusting her body lightly against his face, smacking his head repeatedly to the wall as he serviced her. As she reached orgasm, Melanie pushed herself forward, arching her lower body, thoughtlessly forcing Miles' head against the wall and holding it there, feeling his hands tremble against her little waist as she climaxed in his face, his tongue still inside of her. She held herself still afterwards, looking down into his eyes as she held his face possessively against her crotch, her eyes narrowing sternly when he began to withdraw one of his hands from her waist. His arms were undoubtedly tired by now. Melanie did not care, and Miles quickly understood this from her eyes, moving his hand silently, obediently back to her waist as she stood on him, holding his face trapped tightly against her crotch, looking down at him confidently over her firm, heaving breasts. After a moment or two, Melanie moved her hands to Miles' wrists, motioning that he could now withdraw his hands from her feminine little waist. She stepped off of him, standing to one side, and she sat down on the floor beside him, sitting next to him with her back against the wall and her legs extended in front of her, crossed at the ankles. Melanie reached over with one hand and grasped Miles' head by a tight handful of hair. She pulled his head towards her, forcing him to slowly lay on his side, ignoring his gasps of pain as she made him move his broken body. Melanie positioned his head in her lap, on its side, so that he was facing the center of the room, away from the wall. The side of his face rested in her lap, her course pubic hair brushing against his cheek. She brought one hand thoughtlessly down on the other side of his face, the side which faced upward, and she rested her hand there. She smiled with satisfaction as she noted Miles' erection through his boxer shorts. As she held his head in her lap, she ran her fingernail carelessly along the side of his face, his ear, the back of his neck, knowing that each little movement of her hand on his face brought him closer to climaxing helplessly in his shorts. "Be still," Melanie said, pressing his head to her lap firmly, "and see what becomes of your poor friend Scott at the hands of your sweet, pretty Katherine." "It's your turn, tough guy," Katherine said to Scott, squeezing her thighs against the side of his head. "The hell it is!" he said angrily, pulling one of his hands free, as she held the other still in her own, her fingers interlocked with his. He planted his feet on the floor as he lay on his back, and he began bucking and writhing furiously in an effort to break free from her. He used his free hand to push at her hips and buttocks in a desperate attempt to pry his head loose from her. Katherine maintained her composure, however, as she sat with her legs crossed, with Scott's head clamped in her lap as he thrashed his body about furiously. As she held her thighs firmly together, she lifted one leg high into the air above Scott's body, and she quickly brought the heel of her boot down into his stomach, forcefully knocking the wind from him. As he struggled to regain his breath, Katherine brought her boot down on him again, this time cracking his lower rib cage as he howled in pain, yanking his other hand from her grasp as he writhed about on the floor. She rolled onto her side, muscling her thighs in against his head and forcing him to turn with her, so that he lay on his side now with his head trapped between her thighs. She could feel his hands groping at her powerful thighs and buttocks as she held him captive. "God damn it!" he shouted, thrashing about, his chest on fire from the blow Katherine had issued moments ago with her boot. Katherine rolled further still, so that she was facing down now, forcing him to turn with her, as he continued to push desperately at her with his hands. She propped herself up on her hands for a moment, looking beneath her body to where she held his head between her powerful thighs. He was on his knees now, behind her, with his head trapped between her legs, his face inches from the floor. As Scott pried desperately at her legs, Katherine slowly lowered her upper body to the floor, laying her shoulders and chest flat, arching her back as she held his head firmly in her thighs. She used her leverage and her body weight to force his face to the floor beneath her body, as she held his head between her legs. Scott screamed angrily, and pried at her thighs as she arched her pelvis into the floor, mashing his face to the ground. He began striking at her with his hands, but Katherine quickly brought that to a stop. Planting one foot on the floor, as she kept the other locked around her ankle, holding Scott's head securely, Katherine began bucking her hips up and down, thrusting her pelvis towards the floor, and then withdrawing it. Repeatedly, steadily, she pulled Scott's head into the air with her pelvis, and then slammed his face into the floor, bringing her full body weight into each thrust. He shouted angrily at first, but Katherine slammed his head steadily, brutally into the floor, defeating him convincingly, humiliatingly him with her feminine hips and thighs. She raised bruises on his forehead and over his cheekbone, and she opened a cut above his eye as she thrust his head decisively against the floor. Katherine stopped, finally, and she arched her back as she held his head between her legs, mashing his face to the floor beneath her with her full body weight, laughing as his pained groans were muffled against the floor. She quickly moved to her knees, taking Scott's head by a clump of hair and a firm hand on his chin. He still lay face down, and he moved to get up from the floor as she held his head tightly to the ground with her hands. Katherine knelt on the floor behind him, and she pulled his head in against the back of one of her legs, so that his mouth pressed against the back of her knee, at the bend between the upper and lower parts of her leg. She lowered her weight onto him, so that her butt pressed firmly against one side of his face, forcing the opposite side against her muscular calf. Scott flailed his entire body about, screaming as Katherine began to flex the muscles in her leg, pushing her body weight down onto his head. She took hold of her ankle with one hand, and she pulled it upward, until the heel of her foot was pulled in flat and snug against her backside, and her leg was wrapped all the way around Scott's head. She flexed her calf and thigh muscles, resting with all of her weight on the leg in which she held him captive. He screamed in pain as she crushed his head in her powerful, sexy leg, and his voice was muffled against the back of her knee. She leaned forward, turning her face downward so that she could peer into his eyes as she squeezed the lower portion of his head. He thrashed his body about, striking and groping at her with his hands, but Katherine ignored him, pulling her foot back behind her, forcing her leg to bend more and more, smiling as he screamed from the incredible pain, groping desperately at her muscular hips and buttocks in a fruitless attempt to pry himself free. "Shall I pop your head like a grape?" she taunted him, bouncing her butt up and down slightly, humiliating him fully and causing him to shriek in pain. "No!" he screamed, as all three women in the room giggled. Katherine silently held the position for several minutes more, exhausting him with the constant pressure to his head. Before long, it became tiresome for her, as well, as her leg was stretched and bent in an unnatural position. She moved quickly to her feet, releasing Scott's head from her smooth, muscular leg, smirking as it fell to the floor with a "thud." As soon as she released him, Scott began trying to roll away from her, or to rise to his hands and knees and crawl away. He was disoriented and weak, however, and his body would not do what his brain dictated, and certainly not as quickly as necessary. Katherine stood over him, with her hands on her hips, as he lay on the floor at her feet. As he tried to move away, Katherine slowly, deliberately moved the toe of one of her boots to the side of his head, planting it there, and applying the weight of her body until his head was trapped against the floor beneath her little foot. He groaned, and moved his hands to her boot, in an attempt to lift it from the side of his face. He tried to pull his head from beneath her boot, but quickly realized that he could not do so without incurring damage to his face. Katherine folded her arms across her lovely chest, looking down into his eyes as she held him still beneath her boot. He tried to beat and scratch at her leg and thigh, but she caught his hands, saying "Big mistake, sweetie." Holding his wrists tightly, she pulled his arms upward, simultaneously extending her leg straight, holding his head firmly against the floor, stretching his arms until he was screaming beneath her foot. He quickly got the message, and she released his hands, which he now kept to himself. Katherine looked down into his eyes with amusement, and she slowly undid her belt, carelessly dropping it onto his body as he lay at her feet. She kicked off the boot on her free foot. She unbuttoned her tight little denim shorts, and she let them fall around her ankles, and she stepped out of them with her bare foot, keeping her other foot, the one still wearing the boot, on Scott's face. Then she put her bare foot on Scott's throat, and she curled her toes in menacingly, shifting her weight onto his neck. Katherine quickly kicked the remaining boot and her denim shorts off of the other foot. She was nude from the waist down now. She withdrew her foot from Scott's throat. Before he could move, Katherine sank to her knees, placing them on the floor to either side of his head, resting her weight on the lower part of his face, using her hands to force him to face upward as she sat on him. Scott began thrashing about, trying to pull away from her, or to throw her off of him. She clasped his head by the hair with both of her hands, pulling it up from the floor, and crossing her calves beneath it as she straddled his face, her knees on the floor to either side. She brought her legs together against the sides of his face, and she lowered her weight onto him, forcing the back of his head against her muscular calves as she sat on his nose and mouth. Katherine brought her thighs together against the sides of his head as tightly as possible, and she sat firmly on his face, flexing the muscles in her calves to push his head upwards from behind. His body thrashed about as he tried to break free, and he began beating at her muscular hips with his fists. She caught his arms by the wrists, however, and held them steady, looking down coolly into his eyes as she sat on him, holding him steady with her legs, her buttocks, her crotch. She squeezed his wrists in her strong little hands until his fists opened, and she quickly slid one hand under each of her knees, mashing it to the floor as she knelt with her weight distributed on his two hands and his face. He continued to buck and kick his legs, but he was trapped. Katherine looked down into his eyes in silent triumph, as she knelt on his hands, and sat on his face, his head held firmly between her muscular thighs and beneath her sex. She could feel his mouth moving as he struggled to breathe and to shout at her angrily. She looked down at him coldly. "Are you trying to say something, Scott?" she asked tauntingly, grinding her crotch roughly against his face. "I can feel your lips moving, your breath, as you struggle against the most female parts of my body, but I can't hear you. How humiliating that must be." She ignored his bucking, holding him steady with her legs and her body weight. Katherine kept her knees spread slightly apart, so that she could look down into his eyes, even as she sat on his nose and mouth. She studied his eyes as she slowly removed her top, revealing an incredibly taught little stomach, solid, young bosoms, and excited, erect nipples. She looked down over her breasts into his face tauntingly, putting her hands on her hips as she peered down at him, feeling power surge through her as she knelt on his hands, holding his head steady with her thighs, sitting on his face, feeling him struggle for breath against her privates. "Can you make me get off of you?" she asked, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. She moaned excitedly as he struggled beneath her, which only confirmed to her that he could not. "If you want me to get off, then you'll have to suck me," she said, looking down into his eyes sternly as he continued to struggle beneath her. His angry response was muffled beneath her crotch, but Katherine quickly realized that Scott was not yet prepared to beg. "Not only will you lick me," she said, squeezing his head and face sternly from all sides, "but now you'll have to beg before I let you. You'll beg me to allow you to beg me." Katherine took the top of his head by the hair once again, and she uncrossed her calves from beneath his head. Looking into his eyes coldly, she used the full weight of her body on his face to slam the back of his head to the floor. His eyes widened in shock, and he grunted against her crotch. She quickly got to her knees and turned around on his face, so that she faced his lower body. Before he could react, she placed one knee on each of his shoulders, planting her butt roughly on the lower portion of his face. As he bucked his body angrily, she reached behind her back, grabbing his head by a clump of hair and lifting his head slightly from the ground. She curled her bare feet beneath his head and leaned back, using her feet to press and hold his face firmly against her ass. He thrashed his body about as she dug her knees into his shoulders, and he tried to beat at her with his fists as she pressed her butt against his face. Katherine leaned forward, burying her clenched fist into his chest, torturing his cracked ribs. She smiled powerfully to herself as she heard him whimper in pain against her ass, saw his body become still. She turned her lovely face to look back, seductively over her shoulder, into his eyes. "That's right, tough guy. You had better fucking sit still," she said sternly, carelessly shifting her ass on his face, using her feet beneath his head to pull him in against her snuggly. She flexed her thighs and buttocks against his face as she continued to look down at him coolly over her shoulder. Katherine turned away from him, again facing front, and she leaned forward, pausing to dig her fingernails into his stomach, smirking as she felt him gasp in surprise against her butt. She quickly caught hold of the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts, and she leaned back roughly on his face, ignoring his objections beneath her ass, pulling his lower body, by the waistband of his boxers. He kicked his feet in the air, but she ignored him, pulling her knees off of his shoulders, so that she could bend him at the neck. Her knees planted on the floor to either side of his neck, she pulled his lower body back mightily, extending it straight up in the air, holding his upper body still with her full weight on his face. She leaned forward and wrapped her arm around his midsection, as his torso now extended straight up, perpendicular with the floor. She used her opposite hand to push his boxers up around his calves, now that she had hold of his torso with her powerful arm. He continued to kick his legs about in the air, and Katherine shifted her weight rudely on him, mashing her ass against his face and laughing tauntingly at his grunts against her smooth, taught buttocks. With her free arm, she reached to her side, picking one of her boots up from where it rested next to them on the floor. Holding him steady with her arm around his middle, her face pressed against the side of his upside-down waist, Katherine took the boot in her hand, and she struck him in the ass with it, grinding her body into his face as he groaned his objection. She hit him again, and again, quickly working into a rhythm, beating his ass harshly with her boot, bouncing her firm butt roughly on his face with each blow. She felt his hands on her hips and buttocks, trying to push her off of him, and she beat him harder, and faster, relishing the grunts that escaped his lips involuntarily as she struck him, feeling his face move beneath her butt. She used her feet to pull him in snug against her ass while she continued to beat him with her sexy leather boot, raising bruises and welts on his ass as she worked on him. After several minutes, and dozens of blows, she released his body from her grasp, letting his lower body fall back to the floor, setting the boot back on the ground next to them. She shifted her weight on his face again, turning to look over her pretty shoulder down into his eyes, saying, "Are you ready to beg yet?" Scott did not react, or he did not react quickly enough, because Katherine quickly said, "Good, because I'm not ready to stop beating you yet, either." Ignoring his muffled screams from beneath her beautiful ass, Katherine leaned forward again, this time catching one of Scott's legs. Once she had hold of it, she pulled it back, resting her ass firmly on his face. She took his leg in her opposite hand, pulling it across his body and pushing it to the floor, forcing him to twist his lower body, so that his buttocks were facing upward and were exposed. Katherine extended one of her legs out, as she continued to sit on his face. She straightened her leg along the side of his body, and hooked it over his leg, which she had pulled back and across to expose his butt. Scott tried to thrash about, but he was completely helpless and without leverage in this position. Katherine sat with the full weight of her body pressed against his face. His leg was pulled back and across his body, and was held steady as she hooked her own across the top of it. She had him, and she tingled all over with arousal as she leaned to her side to reach for her belt, which lay on the floor next to Scott's head. When Scott saw her reach for the belt, he screamed urgently from beneath her butt, which made her turn back over her shoulder to smirk down at him. She shifted her ass carelessly on his mouth and nose, and turned her pretty head back to the task at hand, swishing her soft, lovely hair carelessly over her shoulder as she turned away from him. She folded the belt, taking hold of both ends. She reached forward, touching his ass with it gently, her nipples becoming terribly erect as she felt him gasp and wince in fear beneath her ass. She pulled the belt back, behind her, carelessly letting it dangle over her shoulder, in his face, and she used her leg to pull his lower body flat, so that his ass was well-exposed. Katherine began beating him with her belt, then. She did so slowly, and steadily, at first, working into a rhythm and again bouncing her ass on his face as she beat him. He screamed in pain against her ass as she turned it bright red with her belt, raising welts, careful to beat him evenly, giving every part of his butt proper attention. He screamed and groped desperately against her ass, but was completely unable to stop her from hurting him. After several minutes of this, Katherine decided that it would be much more humiliating for him, and gratifying for her, if she beat him with her bare hands. Besides, the slightest touch would cause him tremendous pain at this point. She set her belt down on the floor, and she turned her body on his face, to the side. Turning his head roughly, she forced his face against the back of her knee again, planting her knee on the floor and wrapping the inside of her leg around his head. She turned his body over forcefully, ignoring his attempts at escape. She tightened her leg around his head, bringing her right buttock down firmly against the side of his face, using her weight to mash his head against her calf. Katherine extended her left leg straight out, below his body, and she pulled him across it, so that he lay draped across her left leg, with his head trapped tightly in her right. Scott tried to move his lower body away from her, but she hooked her left arm around the upper part of his leg, pulling him in against her snuggly. He lay now with his head locked in her right leg like a vice, his body draped over her left leg. She could feel his erection against her leg as she held him steady against her lap. He screamed and thrashed angrily, but Katherine held him steady, pressing her ass harshly against the side of his head, peering around her leg to look confidently into his anguished eyes. She ran her right hand over his back, using her fingernails to make him tremble as she touched his back gently, working her way down to his lower back, and settling her hand on his red, inflamed butt. She smirked at the other two women as he trembled at her touch. She opened her palm flat against his butt, drew her hand back, and slapped him harshly. He screamed against the back of her leg, and she laughed, settling in, grinding her firm, muscular buttock against his head playfully. She struck him again, and again, beating him repeatedly with her little bare hand, feeling incredibly aroused as he screamed in pain at each blow, his voice muffled against her silky leg. She felt his erect penis against her leg as he lay across her lap, being beaten by her, and she shifted her leg against him with slight little movements as she continued to beat him, bouncing her ass on his head roughly with each blow. She quickly reduced him to tears as she beat his sore, welted butt with her pretty little hand. Katherine continued to spank him vigorously, feeling his sobs against her leg and butt, feeling his tears run down her calf as she beat him. She felt unspeakable power when, in spite of his tremendous pain and complete humiliation, he climaxed against her leg as he lay draped across it. She was beating him, and he was sobbing in pain and shame, yet he was unable to control himself. Katherine repositioned herself, scooting her leg down from his head to his neck, and settling herself on the floor. She brought her other leg up to his neck as well, so that she now sat nude, on the floor, with Scott's body extended off to one side of her, his head bent at the neck and trapped in her lap, her thighs wrapped around him to either side. His face rested helplessly against her tummy as he wept in her lap, held captive in her powerful thighs as she sat comfortably on the floor, looking down at him confidently. She took his head by a clump of hair, turning his face so that he could look up into her eyes, and she slowly brought her thighs together, gently, deliberately cutting off his breath in her legs, his throat against her sex. He wept shamefully against her little tummy as she played games with his breathing. She looked down into his eyes, saying "Shall I beat you some more, little Scott?" "Oh, God, no," he wept pathetically against her silky thigh. "You would beg me, then, for mercy? To stop beating you?" she asked confidently, contracting her thighs gently against his neck. "Yes," he wept in defeat. "Anything." She smiled down at him sadly, cutting off his breath casually with her lovely legs. "You had a chance to beg me before. I'm not sure that I should let you beg now. Perhaps I should just keep beating you." "No, please!" he gasped, struggling for breath against her lithe little body. "That's it," Katherine said, her voice thick with arousal as Scott struggled for breath against her crotch. "That's right. Beg me. Beg me to allow you the opportunity to plead for my mercy." "Oh, please," Scott wept, kissing her thigh and her tummy as she held him captive. "Please, Katherine. Let me beg you. Please stop hurting me." He licked her navel pleadingly as she held his head trapped in her lap. Katherine came crashing to orgasm as she held Scott captive in her lap, as he begged meekly, kissing and licking her, pleading merely for the opportunity to beg her in earnest. As she came, she tightened her thighs around his neck roughly, cutting off his breath, and looking into his eyes with complete confidence as she utterly defeated him. She loosened her thighs slightly and allowed him to breathe, with some effort. She wiped a tear gently from his cheek, saying "All right, Scott. I will allow you to beg me. If you are sufficiently convincing, I will show you mercy. You do want my mercy, don't you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows, tightening her thighs around his throat menacingly. "Oh, yes," he choked against her smooth, muscular thigh. "You need it, in fact, don't you?" she smiled sadly. "My mercy, I mean. You have no other alternative but to beg and plead with me, do you? You can't defeat me. That's become plainly apparent. You can't escape. Your friends can't help you. They've been equally beaten and humiliated by pretty girls. You have no choice but to appease me. You have no other option, except to be beaten some more. Isn't that right?" "Yes," he coughed weakly against her thigh. "You're right, Katherine." "Call me 'mistress,' you pathetic little shit," she said, closing his throat thoughtlessly with her thigh. "Mistress," he gasped tearfully. "Please let me beg, mistress. I'll do anything. Really, I will." She smiled confidently, eyeing her two friends, wiping another tear from Scott's face. "All right, Scott. I will allow you to beg me." She uncrossed her legs, releasing his head. "Lie on your back. Now." Scott did as he was told, clearly fearful of her. Katherine straddled his chest, bringing her butt to rest on his collar bone. She let her legs stretch out in front of her to either side. Looking down powerfully into Scott's face, she scooted herself slowly onto his throat, gradually allowing all of her weight to settle there, watching as she cut off his breathing. He moved his hands to try to push her off of him, so that he could resume breathing. Katherine caught his hands by the wrists, holding them firmly, frowning down into his face disapprovingly as he continued to struggle for breath against her sex as she straddled him. "Put your hands on my hips. Now," she said, looking commandingly down into his eyes. "That's it," she said as he complied, still unable to breathe beneath her. "Leave them there, or I'll thrash you," she said, feeling herself get hot and wet at the sound of her voice, issuing stern commands to the man she had thoroughly beaten and humiliated. Katherine scooted off of his throat, and Scott gasped in air. She slowly settled her butt on the lower part of his face, covering his nose and mouth, leaving room once again so that she could look down into his eyes as she sat on him. She pulled her legs in and folded them under, so that she knelt on either side of his head, sitting on his face with his hands obediently on the lovely curves of her hips. "Lick my ass, Scott," she said sternly, looking directly into his eyes. She moaned approvingly as he complied, and she used her hands to spread her buttocks apart slightly, shifting her position on his face to ensure that she was sealing off his nose and mouth with her lovely ass. She bucked on his face, so that he could gasp in little breaths as she moved about, grinding her ass into his face. "Lick me better, Scott," she said, looking down at him as she worked her butt roughly against his face, tightening the muscles in her thighs and buttocks so that he could feel her ass on his face, owning him. "Put your tongue in my ass." She ground herself into his face thoughtlessly, looking down into his eyes. "Put it in farther," she said, her voice thick, feminine. She moved back slightly, positioning her sex over his mouth, looking down into his eyes sternly, feeling his hands still resting obediently on her hips. "Put your hands on my butt," she said, straddling his face. "Flat on my butt. That's it. Hold them still or else," she said, feeling herself again near climax as she straddled his face, his hands flat against her buttocks, per her command. She looked down into his eyes and said, "Now lick," and she ground her crotch against his face as he began sucking her, moaning with girlish delight, riding his face as he sucked her off. Katherine maintained eye contact with him all the while, never letting him lose sight of her as she sat on his face, forcing him to gratify her. "Deeper," she screamed, writhing roughly on his face, leaning forward to take the back of his head in her hands and to pull it roughly against her as she ground her little body into him. She moaned femininely as she climaxed, putting her hands on her hips, resting her full weight on his face, looking directly into his eyes as she came on his face. When she finished, Katherine said, "Now beg me to stop hurting you." Scott waited for her to move off of his face so that he could speak, and she smiled in amusement, scooting her ass back up over his nose and mouth. "No, my dear. Beg me now, even as I sit on your face. Beg with your lips against my female ass as you lay beneath me in total defeat," she said, looking tauntingly down into his eyes. "Or shall I resume spanking you?" "No," Scott said, his voice muffled against her lovely butt. She felt his lips move weakly against her ass as he spoke. "Please, mistress. I beg you not to hurt me anymore. You are my superior, and I beg for your mercy. I understand that my only hope, and Dan's and Miles' only hope, is to beg." "Good," Katherine said, sitting on his face, completely owning him. "That's exactly right, my defeated little man. You'll all have to beg, and beg well," she shifted her butt comfortably on his face, looking casually down into his eyes. "That's right," Jordan said from across the room, from where she sat, embracing Dan possessively. "You three have each done something to hurt your sweet and loving girlfriends, and now it's time for each of you to beg forgiveness. Not in the hopes that we'll take you back into our beds, but merely in the hopes that we'll let you leave without hurting and humiliating you too terribly much more." "Does anyone want to pretend that he does not know what he has done to upset his girlfriend?" Melanie asked sternly, casually petting Miles' hair as he lay with his head in her lap. All three men shook their heads, no. Katherine shifted her position on Scott's face, looking down at him with her hands on her hips, asking "Does anyone want to offer some kind of an explanation?" Again, all three men shook their heads. "That's probably wise," Jordan said, her mouth against the back of Dan's neck as she embraced him possessively. "Any effort at explanation would likely just upset us, and you've seen what happens when we get upset." All three women smirked. "Are you three ready to apologize, then, and to fucking beg for mercy from your sweet little girlfriends?" Melanie asked, looking across the room at Dan as he sat with Jordan wrapped around him. All three men nodded, yes, they were ready. Katherine stood, smirking as Scott gasped in breath, now that he was free of her butt, for the first time in nearly half an hour. She walked across the room to where Miles lay with his head in Melanie's lap. Melanie gently pushed Miles' head to the floor, and she arose and walked over to Jordan and Dan. Jordan kissed Dan on the back of the neck, smirking at Melanie, and she rose and walked to where Scott lay, practically glued to the floor from spending such a lengthy period of time beneath Katherine's ass. Katherine sat down on the floor next to Miles. "My poor Miles," she said softly, "Melanie's broken you into little pieces, hasn't she?" He averted his eyes. "Look at me," she said sternly. "Now." He quickly obliged. "Don't worry, I won't make you move. You can beg me quite well from right there," she said, moving her bare foot to his throat. She sat beside him, as he lay on the floor. She cut off his breath playfully with her toes, watching his eyes all the while. "You can start by sucking my toes," she said, moving her foot to his lips, which he quickly parted, taking in her biggest two toes and sucking them obediently. Melanie took Dan's hands and helped him to his feet. She wrapped her arms around his waist, arching her middle into his stomach, pouting for him as he gasped at the pressure she applied. She looked up into his eyes and touched his face with hers, saying "Did Jordan hurt your tummy, my poor Dan?" She hugged him tighter, contracting his waist with her arms, arching her middle into him until he gasped, swelling her breasts against his chest. He was hard as a rock for her, and she looked into his eyes seductively, in full control. Melanie hugged him tighter, and tighter, pulling his weak, soft middle into her body until he was gasping for breath, his head on her shoulder. Jordan stood over Scott's body as he lay on the floor at her feet. Like the other women, she was nude, and she placed her hands on her hips, looking down at him sternly. "My poor Scott," she said, smiling knowingly. "Katherine has literally beaten you to a pulp." She lowered herself onto his chest, straddling him, staring down into his eyes. "And the way she sat on you, on your face, using you as her chair. How humiliating." She leaned forward, letting her breasts hang loosely above his face. "And still it doesn't end for you. Now you must deal with me." She felt herself tingling as she uttered these words, devouring the fear and humiliation in her boyfriend's eyes. Katherine withdrew her foot from Miles' mouth, and she crawled onto his body as he lay on the floor, shrugging her shoulders thoughtlessly as he gasped in pain at her weight. She moved herself up to straddle his throat, tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking down into his face as he gasped and choked for breath against her crotch. She adjusted her knees on the floor to either side of his head so that they supported most of her weight, so that he could breathe, with effort, even as she straddled his throat. Katherine brought her knees together against the sides of his head, so that he could feel her all over him. "Beg my forgiveness," she said softly, sternly, looking into his face. "I beg you, Katherine, please forgive me," Miles said earnestly, tears welling up in his eyes. She felt his throat reverberate against her sex as he struggled to speak. "Good. Now," she said, moving herself up on him so that she straddled his face, as she had Scott's, again making certain to leave his eyes exposed, "beg me to take you back. Do you want me to take you back, Miles?" She hadn't wanted him back before, but she did still love him, and the thought of him, completely subservient to her, made her heart race. She suspected the other girls would reach similar decisions. "Yes, oh please, Kat," he said, his voice muffled against her crotch as she sat atop his face, looking down into his eyes, in complete control. "You had better start calling me 'mistress,'" she said sternly, shifting her weight on his face. "Whenever we are alone or alone with people in this room, you'll address me as 'mistress,' and show me complete respect. Are you willing to do that? Do you want to do that?" "Oh, yes, mistress," he replied from beneath her crotch, and she could tell from his eyes that he meant it, that he was more attracted to her now than he had ever been. "You really do want that, don't you?" she asked, half surprised, shifting her weight carelessly on his face, looking down into his eyes. "Yes, my mistress," he said humbly, and she felt shocks of electricity at the feel of his lips and his breath as he struggled to speak while she sat on his face. "Then beg me, my sweet. Put your tongue in me, and beg. Lick me, and convince me, with your eyes, and your tongue, that you love me, that you need me, that you live to serve me." She put her hands on her hips as she straddled his face, looking down at him expectantly over her lovely breasts, erect pink nipples. "Beg," she repeated, moaning with pleasure as she felt his tongue enter her. "That's it, beg me with your tongue inside me, as I rest on your face. Oh, God. Look up at me. That's it. Beg with your eyes, and your tongue. Lick me, Miles." She shook her hips roughly on his face as he sucked her. Melanie released Dan from her embrace, taking a handful of hair on the back of his head, pulling it back so that she could look up boldly into his eyes. She stepped up onto the tops of his feet, her breasts pressed against his chest, breathing slowly and steadily as he trembled to her touch. She looked silently into his eyes, feeling his erection against her body, through his boxer shorts. Holding his head steadily by a handful of hair, she said quietly, confidently, "On your knees." She pulled his face in against her cheek, and forced his head downward, stepping back off of his feet, pushing his face slowly downward over her body, feeling his nose and lips on her throat, her shoulder, her breast, her stomach, her crotch. Dan was on his knees before her, now. She held his face in close against her sex, quietly saying, "Look up at me." He quickly complied, clearly both fearful of her and very eager to please her. "Now you will beg for my forgiveness," she said sternly, swaying her hips slightly, owning him with her sex as she held his face authoritatively against the course pubic hair between her lovely legs, even as she looked down into his eyes. "You will beg me not to leave you. Do you want me to leave you, Dan?" He moved to pull his head back from her crotch to address her. She held his head steady with her hand, shaking her head slightly, putting her free hand on her hip sternly. He left his face where it was, his lips touching her sex as he spoke. "No, please don't leave me. I beg you. Forgive me," he said. She looked sternly into his eyes, saying, "Forgive me ...?" Dan corrected himself quickly, meekly saying, "Forgive me, mistress." "You will beg me, then," Melanie said, smirking confidently at Dan as Katherine moaned from across the room, bucking her body roughly on Miles' face as he brought her to climax. "Lick my foot," she said, motioning to her left foot. "Lick it as though it were my foot, and my foot alone that would grant you forgiveness. Prove that you are worthy of my foot, and perhaps I will allow you to beg me in other ways. Do it. Now," she said, releasing his head with her hand, pushing it rudely downward, towards the floor. He bent down obediently to lick her foot, carefully licking every inch of it, up to her ankles, spending time in between each toe, taking each into his mouth as she curled them up from the floor for him. Melanie lifted her other foot from the floor, resting it on the back of his head, curling her toes into his hair and pushing his head down into her foot as he licked it. She moved her foot slowly from the back of his head to the back of his neck, and then to his upper back, shifting her weight onto his back as he sucked at her foot, using him to support her as he begged at her foot, letting him feel her use his body for her convenience even as he went to great lengths to pleasure hers. "Good," she said finally, removing her foot from his back, withdrawing her other from his mouth. She stood up straight and turned to face away from him. "Now you may beg my ass," she said, putting her hands on her hips and turning her head to look down at him sternly over her lovely, tanned shoulder. "Put your knees together. That's it," she said, moving back so that her feet were on the floor to either side of his legs as he knelt before her. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she reached back and took hold of his head, pressing it to her left buttock, saying, "Leave your face there, flat against my ass. Now beg me. Plead with me." Dan did as he was told, speaking with his lips against her firm, young buttock, saying, "Oh, please, my mistress. Please forgive me. You are in every way my superior. I beg you to have me as your slave, though I am not worthy. My only desire is to please you." Melanie smiled to herself, the power she felt making her tingle, making her blood hot. She turned back to look at him over her shoulder. "Put your hands on my hips, slave. That's it, flat. And leave them there, or I'll beat you. Now, put your tongue in my ass. That's right, lick between my buttocks. Put your tongue in there, and lick it." She turned her head back and looked down at him, using her hand to turn his face up so that she could see his eyes. "You had better put that tongue in me further," she said sternly, "if you know what's good for you." She turned and faced front, and she used her hands to part her buttocks slightly, smiling to herself as Dan obediently put his tongue deeper into her ass. She brought her hands to the back of his head, and she pushed his face into her butt, flexing the muscles in her buttocks against his face, his nose, his tongue. She could imagine no greater power. Her boyfriend, her equal mere hours ago, knelt behind her, his hands on her smooth hips, his face buried in her ass, his tongue deep inside of her body, all to please her. She would be crazy to walk away from the opportunity to completely own another human being in this fashion, and she had no intention of walking away. He would be hers, until she tired of him, if she tired of him. After allowing him to lick her ass for several minutes, Melanie took a step forward, away from Dan's face, and she turned her body so that she faced him. Silently, she stepped back towards him. She lifted one leg over his shoulder, wrapping it tightly around the back of his neck, and she reached down for his arms, taking his hands and placing one flat against each of her buttocks. She turned his head up so that she could look down into his face, and she thrust her crotch into his face, using her leg, wrapped snuggly around his neck, to pull him against her sex. "Now beg my womanhood," she said quietly, her voice girlish, looking down into his eyes as she held his face against her crotch. Melanie moaned in approval as he complied. She looked down into his eyes as he sucked her, holding his head possessively with her silky, muscular leg wrapped around it, as he held her body steady with his hands obediently on her buttocks. Jordan straddled Scott, sitting on his midsection. She leaned forward, taking his arms by the wrists, pinning them to the floor above his head as he lay on his back. She arched her back, pushing her taught little stomach in against his face, sliding her body across his face, until her breasts hung inches above him, firm, warm. She touched his face with her bosoms, watching his eyes, moving her breasts lightly over his face, and then pressing them against him more firmly, moving them down to his throat, using them to make his breathing difficult. Her beautiful red hair spilled over his face as she moved her lips close to his, carelessly allowing her breasts to push in against his throat as she breathed casually. "Do you want to be my slave, Scott?" she asked, her lips against his cheek, her breasts on his throat. "Will you beg my forgiveness, beg to be my possession? Or would you prefer to beg me to allow you to leave now, to take whatever shreds of manhood you still have and to go?" She hugged her breasts to his face, looking down into his eyes seductively. "I am yours," he said, his voice muffled in her bosom. "I belong to you. Please let me serve you. You are my mistress. Please forgive me, and allow me to please you. You are my only priority." Jordan looked down into his eyes sternly, absently touching his lips with her erect nipple. "You will beg, then. You will beg for my forgiveness, plead for me to allow you to be my plaything." She felt his erection throbbing against her leg as she lay atop him. "I beg you, my mistress," he said against her breast. "Please take mercy on me, and forgive me. Use me as you will, my mistress. Just use me. I beg of you." Jordan had not had any intention of taking Scott back, and knew that her friends had not intended to forgive their boyfriends, either. Both of them had, however, and she would too, with the proper coaxing. She loved him, and was attracted to him. And now she would own him. He would be whatever she wanted him to be, and whenever she wanted. She smiled at him mockingly as he climaxed in his shorts against her muscular little calf. She rolled off of him, onto her back, propping herself onto her elbows so that she could see him, and saying, "Come here, then, my slave, and beg your mistress." Scott followed Jordan's gesture, moving to his knees on the floor between her legs as she lay on her back, propped on her elbows. "Kiss my tummy," she said, her voice sweet and feminine. "That's it. Now use your tongue. Lick my belly button, slave," she said, wrapping her legs around his neck as he bent to lick her tummy. She tightened her legs quickly, pulling his throat in firmly against her crotch, moaning with arousal as he coughed for breath against her sex. "Look at me," she said sternly, meeting his eyes with an authoritative stare. "I own you," she said. "You belong to me." She paused, looking into his eyes questioningly. He nodded his agreement, still coughing for breath against her crotch, careful not to struggle, as he knew this would displease her. "If I wish for you to struggle helplessly for breath between my legs, your throat squeezed shut against my pussy, as you look pleadingly up into my eyes, then you must endure it, because it pleases me. You must not only endure it, you must desire it. You exist for my pleasure," she said, moaning as he choked harshly between her legs. She parted them slightly, and he gasped in breath. "Now beg to be my little puppy," she said, looking down at him over her firm, heaving breasts. "Put your tongue in me, and beg me. Look up into my face as you lick me, into my eyes. Do it now," she said, watching his eyes all the while. He obliged without hesitation, looking up at her as he moved his face to her sex and began sucking her. Jordan immediately wrapped her legs around his head as she lay on her back, taking hold of his head with her thighs, resting her heels on his back, letting him feel her feminine body all over him as he licked her. She reached down with one hand, pulling his head in against her rudely, and tightening her thighs to hold it in place. She stared down at his eyes as he licked her. She was making it difficult for him to breathe, and she could tell from his eyes that she was hurting him, squeezing his head too roughly between her thighs. Looking directly at him, she squeezed him harder still, saying, "Put your tongue in me farther, my pet, or I'll squash your head in my thighs." She moaned approvingly as he struggled to appease her. She squeezed his head tighter still, shaking her hips back and forth, playing with him, humiliating him as he lapped at her obediently. Katherine continued to sit on Miles' face. She had climaxed long ago, and she had allowed him to stop licking her. She loved sitting on his face, though, looking down into his eyes as her butt, and all of her weight, rested on the lower portion of his face. She loved feeling him struggle slightly for breath from beneath her ass, and the pained look in his eyes as she carelessly shifted her weight on him. She would give it some thought, but she could right now think of no physical position which communicated a greater sense of ownership, of mistress and slave, than her ass on his face. She looked across the room as Jordan shook Scott playfully between her thighs as he licked her. Things were certainly going to change, she thought. Perhaps they should make the boys move in with them. She would suggest it to her friends. It would be wonderful to have doting slaves at their beck and call twenty-four hours a day. She knew that she and her friends would have to learn to be more gentle, or at least find ways to hurt and discipline their men without breaking them. As it was, all three would probably need to be checked out by a doctor, and Miles would need considerable medical attention, as Melanie had beaten him brutally. He had deserved it, though, and would pay for what he had done for a long, long time to come. Katherine looked down at him, repositioning her ass on his face to cut off his breathing, watching his eyes with amusement as he gasped for breath between his mistress' buttocks.