A bitchs fall episode D

If megan had hoped that she 'd be let down once the love life was over, she was wrongly. Trish had, in half an hour, made her brother come thrice, and was now cleaning his hawkshaw with her tongue, rolling it on his whoreson as John lay back enjoying the proficient blowjob of his life. For a here and now, this thought made megan forget her pain. Had n't she given him atleast 3 blowjobs since her, err ... .Her take care betray to find a password for the shocking result of the day. But it told her that trish was the preferred one of the two females on offer.

Megan had refused to consider her possible intimate acquirement, preferring to consider that a man must make love as a duty not for pleasure, that a woman need only to have sex for reproduction, no matter what the sex was like. Now, reduced to her chum and arch rival plaything, her distaff brain instinctively deduced that she was inferior. And it made her both furious and overjealous. She should be humiliated, she told herself, competing with a chalk whore like trish for her own crony 's intimate choice. But her estrogen filled body responded to instinct more than ideals, and she began to long for his cock, to prove her Worth, as a whore.

John the Divine was oblivious to all this. Megan was actually discipline, he did prefer trish. She was experienced, sexy and knew what it took to make a man happy. Basking in the afterglow of his tertiary coming inside trish, he wondered if megan had ever learnt these requirement example of any woman 's lifetime. nearly in all probability not, given she kept herself insulated in a fake libber world, where men 's muscles were for lugging suitcases and pulling chairman. Chivalry, she called it. Only now she was learning a cleaning woman 's true billet in the mankind.

Thinking thus, he reached for the whip, and casually flicked it across his sister 's tummy. It bucked in jolt, as her face contorted and a invigorated teardrop escaped her salty eyelids. It was good to have a strumpet sister, and trish was an added bonus. He 'd get full use of both from tommorow, but now he was exhausted. Training squawk was no average task, and he 'd done a laudable job. Satisfied, he drifted off.

Trish noticed that whoremonger was asleep. It was a pity, she 'd wanted another go at megan. Trish was far more than experienced in bdsm, having been both slave and dom, and knew that megan was approaching the point of accumulation of endurance. Plus, the tit wardrobe could permanently damage her mams, if rake supply was cut too long.so letting her pile was a necessity.

But trish made virtue of necessity, or rather sin, given that megan was n't let off. At first megan thought was coming to penalise her, and again was proved wrong. Trish undid the ropes, and removed the titpress, allowing megan to visit her torture glands. Before she could sympathize with herself though, she was being dragged by het tomentum to the balcony adjoining John 's room.

Without waking trick, trish took a death chair, and the hapless missy into the fresh chilly air. to the highest degree the great unwashed were at peace, and the future house was at a well-to-do distance. Still, she threatened megan with the tit press if she screamed.

From the past catfghts conducted there, trish knew megan ran a practical char 's lib forum, along with other radical which made it a power point to tag her in all their denunciations of falling virtue. She decided to make megan atone for all the pain those posts had caused.

get-go she made the eat lady friend lie facedown across her lap, such that her ass and lower back were on her lap and the rest dangling from either incline. She also took John 's tv camera and a box of pivot. Megan, oblivious to jer sinister purpose, prepared for the spanking such a position usually produced. It never came. Instead, she felt a chair weight on her back, and a lighter one on her left ass, which completely baffled her.

Trish was using megan as a table for the laptop computer and pins. She powered it on and surfed to Facebook. She casually took ten pins and applied them gently on her captive s ass, such that they merely held on. Satisfied, she asked megan for her email and password.

Inspite of half hanging from trish s lap, megan wax conscious enough to realize that giving trish the parole would take further chagrin. She kept silent. Trish had expected this. She began to slowly push one of the pins deep into Megan 's ass.
Still, megan made no attempt to talk, and a instant pin went in. A pocket-size trickle of blood flowed down, as her ass increasingly became a pincushion. She could tell apart that Megan 's resistance had fallen since the tit press had done it 's magic on her possession. She could always put it back but PIN were more fun.

Megan felt the pain in her ass multiply, adding to the myriad pains already asserting themselves thanks to her odd stance and late trials of survival. Her dead body could scarcely take more abuse, as a fourth pin went in, adding to the raw pain sensation from the whip earlier. Megan 's will better again. Inspite of herself, she blurted out the details.

Trish logged in as megan. But she made no attempt to withdraw the thole, instead checking if there were decent to add if the ten, four buried and six fixed lighlty, should want reinforcement. The page which opened revolted the girl. Post after mail spoke of every possible libber military issue, to which her human table had made even sharper comments.

But all this would change. She loaded the pics John Lackland had taken through the day from the camera. Choosing the most degrading, she put them up for upload, under the album title of respect 'THE real number ME'. Each photo was tagged with megan and one of her bitchy friends. She knew many of them were still awaken, given that examination were nearing. She was soon raise right.

comment expressing shock and outrage began pouring onto her wall, replacing the prudish posts. Trish relished it as she read out the comments to her prisoner. She heard megan sob, and went on. Few things in life history were more fulfilling than having your ex foeman cry lying across your lap, as her reputation dissolves in her cum filled cam-shots. But better was to follow.

Megan was slowly drowning in the humiliation of having the whole world see her as a slut, when she heard her phone ring. She heard trish swear. As lots as she was enjoying what she was doing, she had to see to it John slept. This truimph she would share with none.

So cursing, she put down the shipment from her lap, taking care that the laptop was n't damaged, and Megan 's ass was, she landing on her ass and pushing in the difference of the personal identification number.

Megan knew she would n't be able to sit properly for a week, but would she be allowed to sit at all ? The way they were treating her, salvation seemed as far as doomsday. The alone real question was how much more her eubstance could take. But her body seemed to sustain been captured by Trish in heart as well. It refused to push her sideways, keeping her punctured ass under full moon pressure level, which only increased her agony.

Trish returned with the phone. Megan recognized it to be her bitch brigade frailty president caroline. As very much a bitch as megan, she was Megan 's best champion and co-conspirator in pulling down the cheerleaders. Trish made her resolve the call.

'Hello'

'Hello ! Megan ? Your account 's been hacked. Some honk mongrel is uploading morphed moving picture of yours. I 've reported it, but it 's still there. Delete your history, it 's ... it 's ugly dear'

Megan could n't match more than. Only the film were n't morphed she wanted to say, but knew it would down her net chance to come along normally the next day. But trish seemed to need exactly the opposite, mouthing what she thought, as she pointed to the phone. Megan desperately pretended not to infer. But trish guessed Megan 's thoughts correctly. Taking a pin, she pushed it into Megan 's still bruised tits, causing her to gasp. Then another. poor people megan saw a repeat of the ass overrefinement if she did n't comply, and nodded.

Caroline was going on about manner to punish perverse hacker. Megan cut in

'Car ... Caroline ... the p ... picture show were n't morphs. They were substantial. I did those things, and had them clicked'

There was stunned silence on the other end

'Megan ? What did you just say ? Are you all right ? Hello ?'

'Yes I 'm ok caroline. And you heard right. I did them. I 'm a slut carol, a dirty cheap whore. And I love doing them. ``

'' Oh my ... .I ca n't believe you 'd ever say something like this maggie. You of all mass, you were my divine guidance. How ... .how could it be ?'

Trish had been mouthing melodic line all along, making megan say them with a pin pressed ti her nipple. Megan was crying as she said them, feeling even more humiliated by the shock of her schoolmate vox. But the pin was digging in, trish s lips moving. She went on.

'' It 's a fact caroline. I realized it today. I discovered my interior self, the sporting lady within. And I believe all prude like us are actually whores, who need to be trained to be used, to learn their true station In fellowship as fuckbags for the stronger, secure sex. ``

She could get wind wanton sobbing from the other end, each sob cutting her more than than a hundred flag. Here she was being used like a second base level toy, while all she had stood for lay in ruins, her best friend shocked and crying at Megan 's transmutation into the very thing they had always hated. Megan wanted to sink into the ground.

The call ended, giving respite to the utterly humiliated girl, as her ex enemy gloated over her. More calls followed, some from her friends expressing shock, others from boys she had spurned, wanting to rub in her humiliation. Many thought it was a hacker, only to have megan chastise them. She faltered often, leading to both pap being pierced before the calls finally ended, the last caller demanding a cock sucking and she agreeing with forced enthusiasm.

'' There there, '' said trish, as she saw the ravage look on her subjugation s face. `` do n't cry now. It wo n't be skillful if you wash away what I 've written on your muddied nerve. After all how many whore get such disengage advertising on their faces ? count on the brilliant side. You 'll probably get more dick than you would have dreamed of. You always thought you could win did n't you ? Well you were unseasonable and right. improper, coz your bitching was alwas gon na fail - boys want swag sister, not tattle. But you 'll find you 've beaten us too -in the cock slipstream ! '' With that she kicked her competition onto the floor, and dragged her inside. She was tied up uncomfortably to a bedpost, as trish shut down the laptop computer, and curled up beside her brother for the night.

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Megan was n't sure enough she slept at all. A shock was all the squiffy R-2 allowed. But she found herself pulled up by hair and the rope undone. She was given 5 moment to refreshen up.

She came out of the can to see the two making passion again. Megan used their preoccupation to clean the marks from her face, and neaten herself as best as she could. But every prison term she looked in the mirror, she was reminded of net eve, when her brother had 'crowned'her with the bitch brigade cap, as she stood nude with her badge through her nipple. Yet, even that seemed from another world. she had felt disgraced, shocked and repelled at the estimate of her brother touching her. Now, her greatest wish was to shoot down her rival for the Same sidekick affections.as the full phase of the moon extent of her fall was revealed, she fell to her knees, crying.

bathroom had woken up to encounter his leg caressing something hairy. It was his babe head, and he assumed trish had tied her up. Now, after making love to trish, he went to inspect his hard worker sister.she seemed exhausted, but alive enough to be used, which was basically all that was required of her. Her dragged her up by her hair, got her to cleanse his putz with her lips, and threw her back on the background.

Trish meanwhile had dressed and left. Megan secretly hoped that she had taken her diabolic instruments with her. She was wrong. Not only had she left them, she 'd also left a change of clothes worthy of a turncock slut. Which St. John now handed to her.

The clothes, megan noted, were several sizing too humble for her. They consisted of a pleated red miniskirt which would barely enshroud her pantie, and a top whose neckline left half her mamilla exposed. In short, it was the very dress which megan carol and the bitch brigade had tried their uttermost to ban from the campus. But the briny trouble was lingerie. There was none, except for a skimpy thong.

Megan could not imagine dressing without a bra, especially for a stately place Like college, where everyone expected her to be the image of ethics. Assuming an supervision of trishs, she opened her drawer and pulled out the smallest bra she had, given anything else would show obscenely out of the top. Just as she had hooked it though, John Lackland came in, took scissor grip and in three strokes, shredded the cloth.

Ripping it off, he made her put on the top sans brassiere. The event was her tits hung obscenely, her nipples clearly outlined against the cheap celluloid material. She was made to put on the thong, which cut into her cunt lips, and the doll, which she was sure was made more for men 's viewing than covering women.

so decked, they set off ahead of time. Their parents were still asleep, being late riser pipe, and the duo soon reached the bus block. The bus was still 15 min away, so John asked megan to give him a blowjob.

She had done it yesterday, but then it was black. Now in entire view, with joggers and dog walkers all over the blank space, megan refused. As if she could pass up. John the Divine assumed that the fresh air had caused computer memory release, and he brought it back with a slap across her face.megan was stunned. Nearby, an elderly cleaning woman stopped to see. Another slap.

Megan fell to her knees, the skirt doing nothing to protect her knees. John unzipped his fly, and let out his dick. He grabbed Megan 's haircloth and started shoving it up and down, making her bob on his rod. The woman covered her face with her bridge player. For a moment, she appeared to be leaving. Instead she took a circuitous road, pretending not to see them till she stood right behind toilet. Megan 's thought was blocked by jean, but she heard them talk.

'Arent you John and megan ? `` the woman asked hesitatingly.

'Yeah, sure we are. You must be mrs robinson .'

'yes yes. Your Sister ... .'

half of megan hoped the adult female would lay aside her. smacking john and aid her up. Maybe call the law. The other one-half hoped what actually transpired.

John, instead of explaining, pulled megan up, and led both to behind a pubic hair. Megan looked up with her best poor girl look, a spirit she otherwise hated. Mrs robinson ran her gnarled deal over Megan 's foreland, raising the young lady 's Leslie Townes Hope. Then bent down and pinched both nipples.

Before megan could recoup from the shock, the womanhood had pulled down her panty, and put a leg on either side of Megan 's cheek. Grabbing her headway, she pushed it inside her skirt.

Megan was almost overwhelmed by the velocity of event. But she realized that this woman was the opposite of her savior. Pressed against a Stanford White bush, she instinctively found her snatch, and started licking : her hope that society would occur to her aid were dashed a mo time in as many days.

whoremonger had never been into mature sex, but the way the cleaning woman held megan under her chick, turning her pass into a bump of her medium dame, was uniquely erotic. John found his tool, temporarily disheartened by Megan 's forsaking, become concentrated again.

Before he knew it, he was kissing the charwoman, old enough to be his granny. she was experienced he had to admit, as his hands went to her wrinkled but still square breasts.

Meanwhile, megan was trying her best to establish the woman cum, if only to get away from that puckered snap. She was slowly come through, assisted by her brothers use of his lips and hands. Mrs Robinson began to shake in pleasure, as Brother and sister kept up the tempo. Suddenly, she grabbed Megan 's header and nearly pushed it into her vagina. She began to cum I 'm waves coating poor megan s aspect with a funky mix of post menopausal twat juice and dried piss.

She pulled off, kicking megan to the ground. Her brother too pulled away, as he heard the bus sound the first of it 's three warning horns. He turned to leave, thanking her for using his bawd. She smiled, saying

'' it was my pleasure, literally. I always wanted a prude between my legs. Could n't get the one in my time, but this one just fitted my phantasy. She 's a great cunt, you know, you should charter her out. And if you ever run short of pocket money, send her over. '' With that she gave John an amount equalize to a baby sitting geological fault, and walked off.

Megan was in jounce, as much from the woman 's military action as her give-and-take. Perverse spring chicken she could understand, but mrs Walker Smith ? She 'd always respected her, the upright old Lady of the neighborhood. Never in her wildest aspiration did she imagine she 'd see her pussy, and that too like a material prostitute, she paying him for her trouncing. Was n't anybody in society going to wish for her ?

By the time her geartrain of idea reached this juncture, the bus had begun moving. can dragged her onto it, getting an wild brilliance from the device driver, Harry. Dourly, he warned them that this would go down in their records.

Normally, megan would have started a retentive broadside on her Brother 's want of promptness, but she kept serenity. Instead, John spoke up.

'' Harry, yoe like pussy ? ``

The bus almost knocked down a water tap. `` What ? Whatcha say ? ``

'' fountainhead, megan here was just telling me how a lot she wants your cock. So if you want .... ''

'' Shhhh ... .lookee boy, kids around. Why doncha drop by once we reach college ? We 'll chaffer up then eh ? ``

'' Sure harry. You the boss. ``

Megan was relieved. Somehow she 'd by now come to wait that she 'd be offered as a, intimate incentive to any person her brother wanted. She just hoped he 'd restrict her node to the same age group.

As harry had said, the bus indeed had a few kids who were soon dropped off at the nearby school leaving only St. John the Apostle, megan and two nerdy girls who seemed more into natural philosophy than shtup. Yet, John could n't just sit and observe his sister behave as if she was a unfreeze woman. Not if she was to be trained properly as property.

So he decided to apply the girls a sneak peek into sex. Grabbing Megan 's hand, he dragged her to the seat facing the two fille'. They seemed not to note. John became raring, and waved his hand before one of them.

The specksy little girl looked up, surprised that john and megan, otherwise from different earthly concern, would be here together. She then saw megan dressed like trish and the cheerleaders : her jaw dropped.

John figured he 'd feature to select the opening if megan was to do anything before the duo. So he grabbed Megan 's hair and pushed her to her articulatio genus. Now the other fille looked up- and down as megan descended. Neither could trust that Megan could be made to kneel, but it was happening.

Megan knew what john wanted. Secretly, she was relieved that he 'd chosen the two wonk and not mark or the former suspensor who 'd climb aboard later. She hoped to get over with the duo before the others came.

So, setting aside whatever repugnance female genitals caused, she raised the ruffle skirt of the initiatory girlfriend and pulled down the panty. It seemed the girl was either too shocked, or actually liked what megan was doing, for she made no protest as megan buried her face in the daughter 's snatch.

John, from his in force viewpoint, could tell he 'd chosen correctly. He 'd known the two hated the way megan outscored them inspite of her apparently busy agenda. As he looked on, the incredulity on the girls face changed to perverse pleasure as Megan 's by now experienced tongue did his command in the nerdy cunthole.

Slowly, she grabbed Megan 's mind, and pushed it in promote, until a bulge standardised to mrs Robinson 's had appeared in her wench. As her pleasure mounted, the swot began to agitate Megan 's question between her thighs, as she rocked in delight on her classmates face. John could see that she was literally ripping the whisker from Megan 's pass in an attempt to cotrol the lacing, which increased the annoyance and hence the ferocity of Megan 's relief.

The other girl too joined in. She pulled up the short circuit skirt and pulled down the G-string. Slowly, she pushed her fingers into her pussy, sniffing the aroma as her protagonist facr fucked the girlfriend. Taking out a circular pencil box, she tentatively began pushing it into her exposed pussy.

To her surprisal, it seemed to go in quite easily, the result of the series of fucks megan had undegone. Once inside, the girl pulled the thong up, to arrest the box in place.

Meanwhile, her friend was rapidly approaching her first gay woman sexual climax. She completely encircled Megan 's head, pushing her cuntlicker deeper into her pussycat. Saint John could separate she was nearing the peak, so he obligingly reached out and pinched a clothed but elongated nipple. It pushed her over the edge. Literally crushing megan into her sex, she bounced like a gripe in oestrus, letting out screams of pleasure. Megan, buried in her second cakehole since daybreak, thought she 'd conk from lack of air and flood of puss juice. She tried her skilful to swallow, but the girl came like niagra ( or viagra, a voice inside spoke up ), and completely smothered her. She 'd always reckon the two to be normal and boring. She was again wrong.

Finally, she was let off from the frailty like bag, and returned to the world. She now realized that her pussy was filled, and instinctively pulled out the target. John realized he 'd have ti instruct her that her holes were meant to keep whatever her owner/client wanted. But he went along for now.

Megan stared in disbelief as she saw the pencil box, dripping in cum, slither out of her hole. The second girl reached out and snatched it from her. She then asked her to lease out the labor that was to be submitted that day. Megan wordlessly obliged. She knew her project was undecomposed, and compared to using her as they did, using her project would be piddling grief.

The fount fucking girl however, took it and pulled off the plastic file holding the Sir Frederick Handley Page. She then held them infront of the scotch megan, before pushing them into her own drenched pussy. The Page came out soaked in cum, which megan was made to lap up. Then the second girl took the Page and began to pig out Megan 's own pussy with project.

Megan was shocked. She 'd never expected them to humiliate her so. Maybe slip it, maybe change the names even, - but to use it as toilet newspaper ? The female child now pulled out the soggy and marked-up pageboy, her groovy writing dissolved by twat juice, and held them in straw man of her face again. Megan assumed this to be the end of the trial by ordeal, and reached out for the doughy ruined varlet. Instead, the girl deliberately and slowly tore the Thomas Nelson Page in one-half, then quarter and eight, as the horror-struck megan looked helplessly on. She then opened the fille mouth and stuffed the wet page of her hardwork interior, making megan take in the whole of it. Casually she then used the empty-bellied single file cover for her own project, changing the name from megan to susan.

As john led her back to his bum at the back, megan felt a new abasement build up. she 'd just seen her hardwork reduced to fodder. Those two had so effortlessly shown their ascendance, their index over her, and her work, as if they 'd owned her all their lives.
Worse. She felt as if she was being intellectually degraded. Her now destroyed project had contained a scathing attack on rape and sexual humiliation of women in tribal afghanistan, which she 'd compared to the brutality of ancient papist slavery. To experience the very same treatment given to her, she who always spoke up against the historical subordination of women ... .she felt like a, bawd in her intellect as, well, as if even her judgment had lost it 's nonesuch. She had come another footmark closer to being a whore in spirit, as well as body.

whoremaster saw, megan crying silently, a hollow feeling in her usually fiery middle. Hr guessed another ember of her fiery spirit had been doused in cum. All the right for him, she 'd become a real slave faster. He quietly stroked her pilus, more like a pet than a daughter. She was n't a girl anymore, no pointedness making her smell like one.

The gentle stroking, which megan knew was more slave than cleaning lady, strangely made her feel better. Ever since last Nox, she 'd burnt with a desire to prove her worth to him, as a, leave cunt. And now he was stroking her, he was alone with her. Before her prudence could address, her will to please kicked in. She reached across and laid her head on his lap, unzipping his fly and taking his semi hard cock out.

John was taken by surprise, but decided to dispatch the blowjob so fortuitously interrupted by mrs robinson. But what of the theme in her mouth ? John had a programme, and the newspaper were full of life to it. So he took the bother of having her hollow the soggy newspaper publisher into a plastic bag, before she began her duty.

Megan dutifully began licking and sucking, taking fear to caress his balls and lick them for added stimulation. John was pleasantly surprised, and wondered why his puritan turned pussy was so do-or-die to please. Maybe she waa finally learning her plaza. Or, maybe she actually wanted him ? To own her, to use her, to establish her look degraded. bathroom hoped that was the lawsuit. It would be his ultimate truimph if his puritan willingly served him : maybe the saying that `` prudes are all slattern inside '', did deliver some sense .