There was more activity on the stair well of the apartment building then there should have been at four o’clock in the morning even for a Saturday. Most of the residents were already in from their night out, and they tended to use the elevator that was finally operating, and this was the reason the isolated alcove was chosen for a new group activity. 

The three people in the stairwell were, ZiZi's the zaftig resident manager, Yumiko a young coed and resident and Richie the building's resident part time maintenance man who was also a university student. 

Four weeks earlier, Richie had inadvertently discovered the two women acting out erotic role-play and worked himself into the role of Master over ZiZi and Yumi who were now his willing servants. The lifestyle while new to Richie was intriguing and the empowerment gave him so much confidence it carried over into every part of his life.

At the moment he was in charge of a punitive detail. Standing on the fourth floor landing he checked over his shoulder; again sensing that he was being watched.  

He spoke to ZiZi down on the first floor through his Nextel device. 

"Send her up," He said softly. 

"Go," ZiZi relayed to Yumi.

In an instant Yumi bolted up the stairs taking two at a time, her long black ponytail moving rhythmically as she headed towards Richie.

Yumi’s punishment was a take on the old-time coach’s drill commonly called “stadiums”; the athlete is given a distance to run up and down the stadiums stairs in an allotted time and failure invoked a penalty. Needless to say it quickly captured your player’s attention when that extra motivation was required. Even though Yumi jogged at least three times a week having to sprint up and down the course of the stairs was a butt kicker.  

ZiZi was hoping that Yumi tired soon so the penalty strokes would be numerous and the thought put a smile on her face as she lit another Marlboro and waited. 

As Yumi bounded up the stairs she saw movement in the small window of the second floor's fire door. She paused for a second to check who it might be momentarily forgetting her current situation. She thought about opening the door then realized her own dilemma and decided it would be better to just get to Richie. When a cell phone ring tone chirped behind her and she quickened her stride. 


Laura a bespectacled “Gothic Girl", was twenty five years old and lived in apartment 3A. She worked as a lab technician in a UPMC hospital; she fantasized that she was the spunky lab tech crime buster on CBS’s NCIS. Her sense of style, funky eyeglass frames, dark purple hair style and the facial piercing drew the ire of many supervisors, which she handled with the passive aggressive defense she acquired early in live. 

After work she decided to stop by the apartment of the dreadlocked drummer who lived on the second floor to score some herbage. She ended up staying several hours smoking and drinking with him and some of other members of his band. She was feeling no pain when she headed home with blunts in hand for later.

Since they were close she headed for the back stairs, then she heard someone on the stairs, so she stopped to peek through the door’s small window. She recognized her ZiZi even in the outfit she was wearing. 

The happenings in apartment 3B were known to her because the bedrooms of the each apartment shared a wall, and she heard a lot. She even told her best friend Janey about it. Janey laughed about it saying it had the makings of a realty show; they could call it "Two Japs and a Jock". Laura didn’t like that title, but she would watch for sure.

Laura figured something was afoot, so she watched to see what was going to happening. Shortly after ZiZi past, she observed Yumi sprinting down the stairs. Laura called Janey, but Janey’s voice mail answered.

“Holy shit Janey, call me back, their at it again get your ass over here,” Laura whispered into her Samsung Z150.

She started to become aroused at witnessing something she had only heard for weeks. She had been ducking down to hide the each time the girl ran by, but this time Yumi paused at the door. Laura’s heart pounded in her chest expecting Yumi to open the door and discover her. Then her phone blew up with Janey's ring tone. 

Laura fumbled device trying to silence it and it clattered on the floor. By the time Laura had control of it she had missed the call. Laura text messaged a reply "Call you back, bye." and decided to get home before she started a shit storm with her neighbor.

Richie heard the squeaky echo of Yumi's black high top Chuck Taylor's coming up the stairs long before he could see her. When she came into view below him, he checked his watch and smiled because she was slowing down finally; or so it seemed.

"Twenty eight seconds, your three seconds over. You're not too tired to finish you punishment are you?" He asked not really caring, if she was tired or not.

She was going to finish if she had to crawl up the stairs.

"I think I heard...someone...on the second floor!" Yumi gasped between before sucking air into her lungs with a deep breath through her nose.  

"Damn it I was afraid of that," Richie mumbled, and keyed his Nextel. "ZiZi come on up, Yumi thinks someone's on the second floor, check it out." 

"Okay." was her radioed in reply. 

Richie turned back to look at Yumi. She was bent over with her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath.  

"Stand up straight and face the wall,” He ordered. 

Yumi quickly stood up straight and braced like a cadet, and faced the wall six inches from its cold surface. Richie checked her closely making sure her heels touched at the correct angle, and her fingers touched her bare thighs, in fact she was bare all over. Naked, except for her sneakers, the striped tube socks pulled to her knees, and a choke collar.

Richie enjoyed the view. The petite girl was quite lovely. He watched her perky breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Beads of perspiration kept popping up to pool and form streams that ran down the length of her body. The sound of high heels approaching made him forget Yumi for the moment.

Richie turned to see ZiZi coming up the stairs.  

She had stopped at the landing below to drop the butt of her smoke and step it out; she clearly had forgotten who have to pick it up, Richie would remind her later with the help of some Anal Eze.

ZiZi stepped on to the stairs and took a deep breath before saying, “I got to quit smoking.”

Her bright red hair was teased out like Peg Bundy; her heavy makeup matched the look. Wearing a short white halter dress that provided little cover for ZiZi's ample curves, in fact it displayed a serious case of VPL, and it’s tightness created more rolls around her middle then she liked, but it’s what Richie told her to wear it. She balanced on a pair of clear acrylic mules with eight inch platform heels.  

When she reached the top of the stairs Richie asked. "Well did you see anyone?" 

"No, but I checked the hallway, and it smelled like someone had been smoking pot. But, that could be coming out of someone's apartment...I think?" 

He thought about it, and then made his decision.  

"Let's go back to the apartment. You still owe me three more laps Yumi...and you will pay in full later."  

Richie took the leash slung over his shoulder and snapped it to Yumi's choke collar.  

As she walked back down to her third floor flat, Yumi felt very anxious. Some was fear that someone could walk out and see her naked and collared, and some due to the fate awaiting her in the apartment. 

As they open the apartment door Richie looked around once more as he ushered the women inside.  

Once inside he unleashed Yumi and sent her to the bedroom to wait for him. Richie sat in the big armchair ZiZi bought for him while ZiZi sat across from him on the sofa crossing her legs.  

"Well, what do you think would be a fitting form of punishment? She was only three seconds over for the entire period. Not a lot of penalty time there." Richie noted. 

ZiZi with vengeance in her heart had a ready suggestion. "Bend her over and let her feel what it's like to take it up the ass like I do!" ZiZi said.

"A tempting thought but we know she’s unsoiled and I won't be the first to crack her open down there. Think of something." He sighed.  

"Well if you ever got split by big hard cock being shoved up your ass you'd know why I..." ZiZi started to whine.

Richie was giving her the look, and she didn't like that. So she decided on a new suggestion.


"You could use the new flogger on her?" She responded timidly.

"I suppose," Richie replied; distracted by a door closing.

It sounded close enough to be the Goth chick next door. He listened for a moment to see if he could hear anything else, when he didn't, he dismissed the thought. 


Laura held her breath instinctively in the darkness of apartment 3A. She had not meant to close her door so loudly. She cursed the old elevator the damn thing took forever getting to her; it was probably getting ready to crap out again. She wondered if they were still out on the stairs. 

Yumi stood in the corner of her bedroom with the lights off thinking about the circumstances that led to having Richie administer her punishment.

Soon after become her “Master” moved out of his basement apartment and into her place. Yumi was assigned a morning chore to prepare a protein shake for Richie, which she enjoyed doing. She welcomed serving to her Master, but she secretly wanted to torture ZiZi. 

Yumi concocted a simple plan to add an extra ingredient into Master's energy cocktail, and for three weeks she had included her secret ingredient, a pill that extended a man’s stamina. If it made Bob smile, what would it do for Richie she wondered. The product must have been working because ZiZi confided to her. 

"I think something's wrong with me...I'm so sore after sex". ZiZi informed her. 

"Well I heard that can happen at a certain age", Yumi replied straight faced to ZiZi, then added. "Maybe you need to use more lubrication."  

"Oh my god, please I get wet enough on my own thank you! Anyway he has to only use lube for anal, which I hate now…he takes forever to cum." ZiZi stated, before leaving in a huff.

Yumi had witnessed the painful cries and twisted faces ZiZi made when Richie enjoyed the tight confines of her back passage. Her plan was working great, until the snoopy ZiZi found the bottle of European Formula XXX hidden in Yumi's panties drawer. 

"You silly girl" she scolded herself for not throwing away the packaging. ZiZi took the bottle to Richie and convinced him Yumi was implying he had a little dick.

Nothing could have been farther from the truth; Yumi was aroused by Richie’s cock size. She only wanted to make Richie last longer hoping ZiZi would share the dick, but the greedy cock hog insisted on taking all those long hard poundings herself.

Hindsight being twenty-twenty she realized lying to Richie about being a virgin backfired too. She hoped to incorporate the tale into a game where she was deflowered during one of their naughty sessions, but brutally taking a submissive Asian girl apparently was not one of Richie’s fantasies. He never pressured her beyond oral or manual stimulation. 

She certainly wasn’t going to tell him about her junior year in High School, and the scandal the cheerleading squad she was a member of caused. It really hit the fan when the school’s staff discovered the method used to motivate members of the Boys Basketball Team’s during their state title run. Yumi the girl, who topped the pyramids during cheers, topped the team Captain Jamal’s big hog leg every away game they won. Learning about her bus rides home bouncing on that lap could further wound Richie’s pride. 

It was bad enough now that she was relegated to sleeping naked on the bare floor, at the foot of her own bed, that Richie and ZiZi used for noisy bouts of vigorous sex, then tortured her further with pillow talk regarding the creative ways they would correct her wayward behavior. 

Yumi’s train of thought was broke suddenly when she was bathed in light as bedroom door opened and the light switch flipped on. Through squinting eyes she watched Richie go to the cedar wardrobe used to store binding and beating implements. He removed the big flogger he had recently purchased, it was heavy duty equipment. Its foot long wooden handle was stout and wrapped in dark brown leather, and the business end looked a mop except the strings were rawhide strips.  

"Face me", Richie commanded. 

Yumi turned to face Richie looking at the flogger in his hand. She had never struck with a scourge like that before, Richie preference tended to be the use of small cats, stingers, or leather paddles for her. This big flogger sent a shiver of fear up her spine.  

"Horse Stance," Richie ordered. 

Yumi assumed the position, hands on back of her head with interlaced fingers, then she squatted slightly with her feet wide apart, as it she were on horseback. 

"So you think bigger is better Yumi, let's see how you like this," Richie said. 

Slowly he rotated his arm at the elbow; Richie was going to let the flogger's own mass do the work. Yumi felt the air stir as the strips came closer and closer. Involuntarily her legs started to shake.  

The first blow struck between her spread legs low on her inner thigh. The heavy leather landed with a thud as the weight of the straps smacked against her skin, and the blow shook her entire leg. The pain was not intense immediately, but in seconds Yumi whimpered as the heat spread across and up her leg. 

“Be quiet this is what a bad girl gets when they embarrass their family” Yumi told herself bracing herself mentally for the penance she had placed on herself.  

The heat crept over her hip and thigh as the second blow landed where the first had. Yumi broke position by dropping her hands and groping her inner thigh. 

"Hands up, and don't break position or I'll made the blows harder". 

Yumi slowly raised her hands and tears welled in her eyes. She couldn't begin to imagine harder blows striking her. The heavy impacts seemed to move her whole body. ZiZi for all her want of revenge felt sorry for Yumi, as she watched the tiny girl's body shudder with each blow. 

Richie was satisfied that Yumi could withstand the torment; she was here to be punished after all. He did turn her around so he didn’t have to look at her crying eyes.  

"Face away...and count them off," He spit. 

Yumi turned around and almost instantly she felt the thudding smack of the flogger on her bottom, and bit her lip to keep from crying out.  


"Three Sir", she gasped when she had composed herself enough to speak. 

Seeing the blow ripple through her tight buttocks excited Richie, and he started swelling. He looked at ZiZi as he adjusted his trousers. She was looking at Yumi, with a tear in her eye and concerned look on her face. 

Harsh punishment was needed to put some order in the household again Richie thought. Perhaps he was coddling them, a mistake he would not repeat. 

In her bedroom in 3A Laura listened intently, her ear pressed against the wall. She heard the flogger striking, but to hear better she went to her night stand. She took off her glasses and, grabbed the stethoscope she "borrowed" from work. She walked back to the shared wall and sat down to fix the instrument against the wall using medical tape, freeing her hands.

Laura heard the flogger’s strike and listened to the young women slowly counting the blows. Usually it was a rapid count, this was different there were long pauses and the girl screams were more pained then before. By the time the count got up to ten Laura was lying on the floor with her operating room scrubs and panties down around her ankles caressing herself gently as she listen to the punishment being administered. At twelve the girl cried out in pain. Laura slipped her a finger in her own sopping vagina, moaning loudly.  



Richie waited for Yumi to correct her position and get her breath back during the lull he thought he heard moaning. He moved closer to the wall and listened. He wasn't sure, but he believed he could hear their neighbor. After listening a moment more he got back to dealing with Yumi. 

"Ow...Thirteen", she whined, "Please Master, please, no more...I'm sorry I don't think your cock is small. Really...please." 


Richie wasn't listening; he had purposely struck Yumi harder; then moved to the wall to listen. “Oh my god” he mouthed silently.


Laura felt the intense pleasure was nearing the bursting point. Yumi’s rambling statement caused Laura’s ass to rise off the floor, and the lost of friction was enough to slide her head first into the wall as she frigged herself furiously toward release. Then Laura's concentration was rudely broken, by a sudden tickle on her ankle followed by the chiming tones of her cell phone. 

"Shit," She cursed irritated by the interruption.  

She bolted upright and grabbed the cell phone out the holder still clipped to the waistband of the pants around her ankles. The stethoscopes earpieces fell back banging against the wall. 

"Yesss..." Laura whined into the phone. 


Yumi heard the cell phone and recognized its tone. She felt a sudden blush of embarrassment, and anger realizing that her neighbor really did eves drop on them.  


"You never called back, what's going on?" Janey scolded. 

"I'm listening to them right now. You have really bad timing Janey; did anyone ever tell you that? 

"What? What are you talking about?" Janey excitedly inquired. 



"I'll be damned, I think she's listening to us," Richie told ZiZi when he heard the muted voice on the other side of the wall. “Take over for me.”
 
ZiZi took the flogger, and slowly moved it back and forth. She found it to heavy and unwieldy, but did as she instructed. 



"Nothing, I’ll call you later okay." Laura whined in frustration wanting to get off the phone. 

"You sound funny, can I come over?" Janey asked.  


Laura didn't hear Janey's question because she had already ended the call, and lay back down to finish cumming. Laura slipped the earpieces on and was happy to hear that the girl was still counting blows.  

She didn't realize Richie heard her talking. He may not have known what she said; he just knew she was closer to the wall then she should've been. 

Richie used his pass key and entered 3A; it was dark and quiet. His heart was racing as he allowed his eyes to adjust to the dimness before creeping to the bedroom. Hearing noises he slowly crept closer. At the door he confirmed his suspicion, and saw Laura on the floor using a stethoscope to listen while working her hands between her legs to pleasure herself. Richie also realized how thin the walls were when he heard Yumi yelp in pain. He decided if he'd come this far he might as well go all the way, and snapped on the light. 



Yumi cried out in pain as ZiZi flogged her. ZiZi wasn't very skilled with the flogger, and her lack of control caused the tails to land high on her hip. The thick leather tentacles bit hard into Yumi, as the ends wrapped around and seared her soft belly.  

"Fourteen Ma'am," she gasped, angrily.

Yumi was now pissed off, pissed about the girl next door spying, pissed about Richie leaving to go who knows where, and pissed about ZiZi being so damn clumsy with the flogger. 

"You still think Richie's cock is small?" ZiZi question the girl like an interrogator. 

"No! I just liked hearing him make you scream…you greedy bitch!" Yumi answered. 

ZiZi stammered in anger at the insolence, but recovered quickly and slapped the flogger against Yumi. She spun with the follow through; loosing her balance on the heels she wore and staggered back trying to catch her balance. She failed and landed on her butt, red faced expecting a laugh at her misfortune. But Yumi’s face was twisted in agony from the blow that took her breath away.  

"Oh Shit!" Yumi screamed. 

"Oh shit is right, you don't like that do ya," ZiZi retorted climbing off the floor after removing her shoes.  

Yumi’s blood was up and she was about to reply with another smart-ass remark, but cut it short when she heard a screams and thumping coming from apartment 3A. ZiZi heard it too and stopped to listen. 



Laura froze in place when the lights came on. Then she craned her head towards the door where the switch was. Richie watched Laura's reaction to the sudden brightness in her room. Her eyes were squinted from the light and need of her eyeglasses.  

The blurry figure moving toward her made her scream. Richie didn't want to give her a chance to get her wits back. If he learned anything in the past month it was to use shock, and awe to his advantage. He quickly grabbed Laura and placed his right hand over her mouth; then pinned her to the floor by leaning on her with his left arm. 

"Be quiet, I'm not going to hurt you," Richie said quickly.  

Good God I’m busted was Laura’s panic stricken first thought when she recognized Richie now that he closer.  

"I see you enjoy listening to our fun, I think you ought to see it in person, don't you?" Asked Richie.

He snatched the stethoscope off the wall with his left hand and put it around his neck. 
Laura didn't like the tone of his voice or the fact that she felt completely humiliated by the situation. Richie removed his hand from her mouth and stood up. He straddled Laura and removed his belt. 

"Get up,” He said in calm but firmly tone.

He expected total compliance to his commands and Laura did not disappoint. Moving slowly she tried to pull up the pants which were still around her ankles; but Richie blocked her. 

"I didn't tell you to do anything but to get up." Richie stated.

He helped Laura to slowly stand erect by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling. Laura resigned herself to what ever awaited her, and Richie slipped his belt around her neck after fashioning it into an improvised leash. 

"Lets go, you belong to me now!" He told her. 

Richie's slapped her naked left buttock with an open hand, but she didn't cry out. Wincing and rubbing the burning cheek she followed him when he gave her leash a tug. Laura stumbled toward the door hobbled by the pants shackling her ankles. 


Yumi was intently listening, and did not see next blowing coming, but she sure felt it. ZiZi had smacked the heavy leather thongs across her buttocks inducing a loud yelp of pain. It pleased ZiZi so much she struck again with out waiting for the count.  

"How many is that?" ZiZi asked.  

Yumi blanked on a ready answer, in frustration she shook her head slowly and sobbed. 

"I don't remember Ma'am, Fifteen? I think?"  

"I think you're your wrong." ZiZi laughed cruelly, "Since you don't know we'll just call that ...twelve.”  

"No, its fifteen I'm sure now." Yumi pleaded.

She knew that her plea was going to be ignored. ZiZi was lining up her next strike when she heard a noise behind her. Coming into the room was Richie leading the girl from next door. She noticed the green scrubs top but didn't see the bottoms until she looked down to see why the girl was walking funny. Yumi by this time had turned to look also; and Richie noticed. 

"You need to be looking at the wall in front of you or I'll give you another five lashes, ZiZi what's the count?" He asked.

"Twelve Sir," ZiZi responded quickly.  

"Bitch,” Yumi silently mouthed facing the wall; she felt completely degraded by having her beaten naked body on display, as she stood like a child in a corner powerless.  

"ZiZi fix her properly,” Richie said referring to Laura as he removed the leash.  

"Here sweetie let me help you with this", ZiZi said.

She pulled the scrubs top over Laura's head, to reveal a leopard print bra beneath. 

"Nice," ZiZi commented; feeling the smooth satin finished material before unhooking the bra and tossing it aside.

Laura covered her breast as ZiZi squatted down to pat Laura on the legs lightly. Laura lifted her legs one at a time allowing ZiZi could pull off the panties, scrub bottom, and socks.

"Oh would you look at that, Nipples and pussy pierced," ZiZi informed Richie. 

Richie hadn't noticed before she had a small golden hoop through her clit; ZiZi was squatting in front of Laura pulling on the ring. Laura was trying to hide her breast with her hands, but left her lower body accessible; she made a loud gasp when her clit was stretched to its limit before the hoop slipped from ZiZi's fingertips.  

Yumi heard the pleasure tinged gasp and turn to look; she paid for it when Richie lashed her bottom with the belt in his hand. 

"Eye's front," Richie reminded her, with his voice steady, without any emotion. 

"Sixteen Sir," Yumi cried, she  became very excited; the thrilled was that Richie was back.  

Richie appraised the new slave. She was about five and a half feet tall, average build and extremely pale, her dark hair was a deep shape of purple, tattooed on her cone shaped left breast was an Ankh, and small band of tribal designs circled her upper right arm, the tramp stamp of two long stem black roses twisted together crossed the small of her back. 

Several pairs of golden hoops adorned her ears and left eyebrow, and her right eyebrow had been drawn on with the heavy black eye makeup. Her black nail polish was chipped on both her hands and feet. 

"Take her over to the bed while I finish with Yumi," He instructed ZiZi. 

Then turning his attention to Yumi he said.

"When I have finished the rest on your punishment, take the new girl and correct her terrible grooming, understood."  

"Yes Sir", Yumi answered softly.

She saw the thing was hanging around his neck. She realized what it was; she understood what Laura had been doing. Yumi like the idea, it was such an intimate servitude grooming another person. She had transformed ZiZi's lush tangled red pubes into a neatly cropped triangle. Yumi had shaved herself until only a thin landing strip remained.

So engrossed was her daydreaming about restyling Laura’s bush that Richie's belt stung the back of her thighs before she knew it was coming, but she enjoyed it. 

"Seventeen Sir," She bit her lip and moaned in pain. 

Then again she was struck. 

"Eighteen Sir," She gasped. 

Laura watched in an excited trance, she was aware of ZiZi hands stroking her body. She had no interest in women, but the landlady’s tugs and pulls on her piercing were gentle, and she was enjoying the attention. 

Laura felt herself getting slicker each time the belt stung Yumi. Her reactions did not go undetected by the other occupants of the room. ZiZi's nipples poked noticeably through the thin material of her dress and her panties were wet. Yumi’s body crackled with the excitement knowing she was the star attraction and she loved it. The pain had become pleasure. Richie was throbbing from excitement also. 

Richie whipped the belt once more, the sharp report of the smack against Yumi’s red and welted bum made her tremble on weaken knees as she approached orgasm standing there in her time out corner. 

"Nineteen Sir," Screamed Yumi, pleasure reflected in her shaky voice.  

"Hon wait until it's your turn, you scream the same way." ZiZi whispered to Laura. 

Richie lowered his arm and lightly slapped the belt between Yumi’s legs with an underhand swing that softly popped her swollen labia. The blow was no more then a tease, but excited her more then she could stand; she was ready to pass out as her vision blurred like a heat wave. 

Then the moment was shattered and lost forever when Laura's cell phone started blowing up again. The annoying devised was still holstered and clipped to Laura's pants lying on the floor. Laura hoped the phone would silence itself, but she knew Janey and she was not hanging up until she left a message. 

Before it got that far, Yumi crazed with frustration went over to the pile of clothes and found the phone and answered it. 

“Hello?” She asked, holding the phone like a microphone allowing everyone to hear.

"Laura, is that you?" The voice on the other end asked sounding tiny over the phones speaker. 

"Yes but I can't talked right now, bye." Yumi taunted with a wicked smiled as she pushed the button to end the call. She winked at Richie and tossed him the phone. 

"Your phone as been very, very annoying Laura. I think it's time it stopped wrecking our fun." Richie said.

Not even bothering to look at Laura as he spoke his fingers worked over the keypad. 

“There it won't be a bother anymore now," He said, and throwing the phone aside.  

"Yumi your excused now, please have a seat on the bed." Richie continued, deciding to grant Yumi some clemency.  

He watched Yumi move to the bed with a look of surprised on her face. When she sat the look changed us she winced in pain the moment her buttocks touched the bed. 

"Well ladies what shall we do about our new friend the lovely Laura?" 

Laura's skin goose bumped, she was surprised to be referred to so familiarly. Suddenly she found all eyes on her and she fidgeted on the bed staring at the floor to avoid eye-to-eye contact.  

"ZiZi, you take the first honor, Yumi go clean her up." Richie said.

Yumi felt slighted now, she was being left out again while ZiZi would play the Mistress. .  

"Oh and Yumi when you're cleaned up, you can play top too,” Rich added. 

This information invigorated Yumi and she jumped off the bed and grabbed Laura by the hair and shoved her down hallway towards the bathroom. 

Richie took a seat in a chair next to the bedroom window and noticed the weak first light of dawn was just appearing.  

ZiZi gladly stripped off the ill fitting dress and walked over to a trunk by the closet to pick out an outfit, she didn’t have a big selection up here in Yumi’s apartment. So she pulled out a white silk blouse, a tight knee length charcoal skirt, Black crotch-less panty hoses, and a pair of wicked stiletto heeled boots. She laid the clothes on the bed and went to the bathroom.  

ZiZi found the other two women preparing themselves in the small bathroom. The smell of beauty filled the air. The mix of nail polish remover, cold cream, and depilatory foam assailed her nostrils.

She grabbed the cold cream off the sink's counter and removed her heavy make-up with cotton balls, then squeezed past the others to climbing into the tub. 
Turning the knobs she adjusted water temperature and started the shower.

Yumi was sitting on the toilet and her hands were covered in foam, which she slathered on Laura’s pubic area after she had coated her labia with a protective layer of KY that extended to her anus. Laura felt silly with her cold cream mask and standing with her hands placed on top her head and her legs spread; she had the foam applied to her underarms and legs too. Yumi inspected her handiwork and washed her hands.  

She pulled off her sneakers and socks, and stepped into the tub.
Looking over her shoulder she said, "Stay just like that, I'll call when I'm ready for you."

 She removed the barrette holding her ponytail then head whipped her long hair loose and joined ZiZi under the spray. 

ZiZi was moving a soapy bath cloth over her full figure, her eyes were closed but she felt Yumi nearby. The young girl placed her hand on ZiZi's and slipping the cloth from the woman’s grasp and began lathering her.

Softly moaning she raised her arms offering access to her body; ZiZi asked “Aren’t you still mad at me?”

Although she was only half ZiZi's age Yumi, was the alpha in their relationship. She wished Richie would realize it too, but until he did, she would control the situation by topping from the bottom.

She hummed to herself as she made big bubbly circles with the cloth on the woman's neck, shoulders and breast, and ZiZi felt all her tension ebbing away under Yumi’s touch. Yumi took her time between the woman's warm soft thighs, peeling the tender pink petals open with the fingers of one hand, and working the sudsy cloth with feathery touch along the length of the sensitive furrow.As she bathed ZiZi, Yumi watched the woman’s facial expression; and smiled satisfied with her action when she made ZiZi's lips quiver while from the clit lathering she was giving her. For a few minutes ZiZi was lost to the girl's knowing touch, and the liquid of her excitement began to flow freely.

Yumi them knelt before ZiZi and touched her still humming mouth the freshly scrubbed triangle above ZiZi's vulva, producing a yelp of surprise and pleasure from ZiZi, giggling she stood up suddenly and slapped ZiZi's ass hard.

"Okay that's enough for you, better go get ready." Yumi announced.

"Damn you, I was getting ready to cum you little tease, you owe me", ZiZi whined getting out the tub.

ZiZi eyed Laura up and down, and smiled knowingly at what awaited the young woman.

Yumi made the newbie wait until she had lathered and rinsed twice before calling the new girl into the tub. With swift smooth strokes of her hand Yumi cleaned the dried foam from Laura's under arms and legs.

She polished off the tangle on Laura’s mons in the same fashion, before moving to the more critical area.Yumi’s hand slid along the edge of Laura’s sex cleaning off the foam and fine hairs where skin transitioned to flesh much more delicate. Laura moaned involuntarily under the cleaning caress and her freshly exposed skin tingled while she admired now her newborn smooth vagina.

Yumi pulled and rolled Laura's flesh spurring a yelp as she inspected the sensitive folds and wrinkles like butcher would a prime cut of meat. She the grabbed the wash cloth from Laura and gave her a brisk scrubbing from head to toe. Satisfied Laura was completely clean; she hooked her pinky into Laura's labia jewelry and led her still dripping wet to the bedroom for Master's approval.

While the others showered ZiZi took a seat at the vanity wrapped only in a towel and brushed her wet hair into a tight bun; the towel feel away as her arm moved but she made no effort to hide her body, as once she finished she dressed slowly, knowing Richie was watching her. The only make up she applied was bright scarlet lipstick and black mascara. She walked in front of Richie when she felt ready and did a turn as if she was modeling, and then waited for the response.

"You look great! What do you want to use?" Rickie asked.

"I don’t know what ever you suggest," Answered ZiZi.

"I think to start you shouldn’t go to rough perhaps a paddle or crop." Richie suggested.

"Hmm, a crop sounds good." ZiZi said.

From the cedar wardrobe she selected an implement that appeared to be was more suited for a Clydesdale, but was used with regularity on her. The crop was 30 inches long with a graphite shaft and long wide tab on the business end. It’s made a nice crack on contact, but its bark was worst then its bite. It was the perfect tool for beginners, posers, and wannabe’s. She swished the crop through that air getting a feel for the tool.

While she followed Yumi to the bedroom Laura noticed the welted red skin on the petite girl's buttocks and legs. The site suddenly made a chill go up her spine just thinking she would be subjected to the same fate.  Entering the bedroom she saw Richie seated by the window, and ZiZi standing beside him, holding what looked like a stick tipped with a black credit card.

Richie noticed the two women and thought they looked sexy as hell, dripping wet straight out the shower, the improvised leash was a nice touch too.

"She's all yours ZiZi." Said Richie, while lecherously stroked the lump in his trousers.

Before ZiZi could take charge; Yumi noticed she choose the crop they nicknamed “The Toy” so she decided to give Laura a real taste with an open hand slap on the ass.Laura howled and grabbed her burning bun and winced.

"Turn around and spread your cheeks", ZiZi ordered.

Laura did as instructed and presented her bottom to the "Master" for inspection. To add to the degradation, ZiZi wanted to have her pull apart her pouting sex lips and show Rich what belonged to him now.

"That's right show Master what he will be enjoying whenever he wants it." Spit ZiZi, emphasizing "whenever".

ZiZi paced back and forth clucked her tongue, softly teasing the crops tip back and forth on the woman’s wet skin. Laura whimpered and flinched in anticipation, sure that a blow was going to land each time ZiZi passed. Then thinking the mental torment had gone on long enough ZiZi swung the crop in an arc bringing it back down smartly.

"Owww..." Laura cried out as her hands moved to cover the reddening skin.

"Alright that's enough showing off...you little tramp. Go get on the rape bench,” Ordered ZiZi.

Laura didn’t know the rape bench from a can of paint, but she saw an old beat up vaulting buck next to the wardrobe. The old piece of gym equipment had duct patching the cracked and worn padding. It also had been modified with leather fetters for neck, arms and legs, the evil looking devise had to be the rape bench.

Since it didn't sound like a request and Laura positioned herself on the contraption. The buck’s height allowed Laura to bend at the waist and place her upper body on the apparatus standing flat footed, as ZiZi buckled the restraints on her. The padding smelled funky from old sweat when Laura inhaled deeply while waiting for ZiZi to begin.

Richie sipped bottled water as ZiZi peppered Laura's upturned buttocks with a flurry of moderate force blows. Yumi observed the action as she dressed herself, and enjoyed the warm rush that began between her legs and spread outward, turning her nipples diamond hard.

Laura was trying to holding her breath so as not to crying out, but she was red faced and shaking from the effort. ZiZi wanted to hear cries of pain and landed several hard smacks to the back of Laura's thigh and Laura burst like a bubble.

"Oh god please, wait...wait...wait..." Laura whined breathless. She twisted around as best she could but was in a vulnerable position. ZiZi smiling maliciously popped Laura and made hers dance foolishly from the crop's hot sting.

Richie was enjoying the sight of Laura flailing vainly, her face covered in twisted strands of hair as her head bounced and scrubbed on rape bench; her feet kicking and a white-knuckled grip on apparatus’ smooth polished surface. Yumi had finished dressing and wore a leather bustier and silk bikini panties, over high-heeled boots.

Watching with great interest she sat on the bed, she could hardly wait to get her chance with Laura, but wasn't sure what she would do; yet.

ZiZi had fully taken charge of the situation now. She was landing blows quickly up and down the length of Laura thighs. She was working up a bit of a sweat and her tightly brushed bun was fraying.

Yumi noticed that Richie and ZiZi were really into the proceedings, and calculated this would be a good chance to clear the air. She moved over to Richie and slid into his lap.

“Richie I have to tell you something important.” Yumi said, as she let her fingers play in his hair.

“Right now?” Richie asked, looking impatient.

“Uh huh,” Yumi said nodding.

“Okay go ahead,” He said sighing.

Yumi nuzzled up to his ear and whispered.

“What!” Richie exclaimed after hearing what she had to say.

Then he made her say it again out loud for ZiZi and Laura to hear. Red faced and humiliated Yumi confessed the reason she spiked the drink and her misrepresented vestal status, without divulging any details of her Cheer Leading exploits.

“You should have told me I would have played the game Yumi,” Richie scolded.

Then he added. “I think we will keep you in virgin mode a little longer so you can watch me fuck ZiZi and Laura and learn a few things.

Yumi cursed silently to herself, another planned backfired. Now not only would she not get the dick she desired, but another woman was going to be enjoying it besides ZiZi.

ZiZi was not amused as she remembered the abuse she absorbed getting reamed by Richie, and Laura took the brunt of her ire. Shrieking and begging wildly as the snapping stings kept landing harder and harder, but she started enjoying all the attention she was getting.

Richie no longer tried to restrain himself and loosened his trousers to free the painfully stiffness of his extreme arousal. The bloated flesh was a gnarly mass of gorged blood vessels. ZiZi and Laura were to busy to notice, but Yumi eyed the mast jutting up from his lap. She watched it quiver and bob when his muscles twitched with excitement, and she clenched and released her own muscles aching to take him balls deep and fill herself.

She jumped suddenly shocked from an unexpected tickle.Unknowingly she had placed her foot next to Laura's cell phone; which Richie set on vibrate silencing the bothersome device. She slipped phone into her panties and let the strong intermittent buzz course through her loins.

ZiZi by now had her fill, and lightly feathered the lash's tip over Laura lips and cheeks. Laura groan for more but it was not coming anytime soon. ZiZi reached to grab a fistful of hair and pulled Laura's head back until the girl eyes met hers.

"So did you enjoy it?" ZiZi inquired.

"Yes" moaned Laura.

A sharp blow and a verbal admonishment from ZiZi was all it took for Laura to respond correctly

"Yes Ma'am, I enjoyed it. Please Ma’am give me more!" Laura spouted like a crazed recruit in basic training.

"Later, maybe, you needy little tramp." ZiZi hissed pushing Laura's head back down.

Yumi stepped up to replace ZiZi.

ZiZi sat on Richie’s lap her left arm was laid across Richie's shoulders while her right hand massaged the hard appendage her fingers were unable to completely encompass.

Yumi ran her fingertips over the beaten skin on Laura's buttocks and thighs, impressed that Laura made no sound, even though Yumi knew the flesh was sore from the heat she felt radiating. Yumi licked her fingers and reached between Laura's legs.Pressing her index finger against Laura's clit and rubbing.

Laura squirmed from the unexpected sensations, she tried to extend her body but the restraints held her fast in the tortured position. She screamed from the absolute helplessness of escaping the stimulation that was almost too intense to enjoy.

Yumi snatch a handful of hair and pulled Laura's head back, lifting her head off the padded bench top, and bent down to get close to Laura’s face as she spoke.

"Stop all that screaming! Little sluts can only scream when getting fucked. So shut up!" Yumi ordered.

Richie and ZiZi were both surprised by Yumi’s aggressive behavior.

Releasing Laura's head, Yumi climbed on top the bench to sit on the small of Laura’s back while pulling back on the neck shackles collar like reins. The movement exaggerated the already cruel position. Laura screamed in agony as her arms were pulled and her spine bowed feeling like they would pop. Like a Jockey in the home stretch Yumi rode Laura.

"You need my crop sweetie?" ZiZi asked from Richie's lap while she petted the fat shaft; wondering if she could I jack him off before he wanted to fuck.

"No thanks, I don't need a thing." Yumi replied.

With her left hand Yumi reached back to penetrate Laura. She was glad to find the woman wet and slippery. The bouncing motion moved her index and middle finger back and forth in Laura.

"Oh my, can you two hear that?" Yumi asked.

Richie and ZiZi listened and heard Laura's sopping wet sex slurp and slosh while getting finger fucked. They continued in this position for another minute, Laura could only take so much before she released to the pressure.

She sobbed thanking Yumi as her vagina contracted and seeped copiously.

Like Ali over Liston; Yumi stood up on the bench straddling Laura, she almost fell from the sudden buzz in her bikini’s.

"Shit!" Yumi cried.

Pulling the small phone out to Yumi read the screen.

"Is Janey your girlfriend or something? Why won't she stop calling?” Yumi asked.

"No...Just a friend." Croaked Laura, as she weakly moved her limbs in their limited range trying to get some circulation back and relieve the pain.

Yumi pushed the button to answer and spoke rapidly at the phone as she held it like a microphone in front her mouth.

"Call me back in a minute and keep calling until I answer." Yumi said quickly.

"What? Hello Laura?" Was all the tiny voice on the phone could say before Yumi ended the call.

"You two ever have phone sex?" Yumi asked as she climbed off the bench and walked over to the nightstand beside her bed.

Laura groaned and shook her head in reply.

"I expect an answer." Yumi scolded.

"No Ma'am." A weakened Laura replied.

Her frustration was building from the inability to enjoy the afterglow of a great orgasm.

"Well you're going to have some now, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." Yumi stated emphatically.

"I can't...please we’re not like that...I won't, I won't talk,” Laura insisted.

She was ready to end this game, but didn’t know the rules well enough to know. Of course the other took advantage and cheated her by failing to explain all the rules regarding safety words.

"Who ever said you had to talk." Yumi taunted.Removing a condom from its foil and rolling it over the phone, she knotted the open end sealing the phone in a latex skin. She placed the phone against Laura's wetness and pushed half of it into the soft yielding flesh.

Laura now realized what was happening and tried to roll away. Two sharp smacks to her ass made her stop fighting. Ignoring the tears welling up in Laura's eyes Yumi used her index finger to fully insert the devise. When she withdrew her finger from the small opening Laura’s wet orifice closed back over the phone.

The phone was less then four inches long, yet Laura's felt completely stuffed as she began flexing her muscles trying to push the phone out.

"Yumi...are you sure that’s safe? ZiZi asked.

"I guess so, she's using protection," Yumi retorted.

Richie laughed at the remark, as he watched Laura continue to squirm and fidget as she worked her abdominal muscles attempting to expel the object inside of her, but like a square peg wedged in a round hole it held fast.

"I don't know it can shock her or...Oh my" ZiZi said.

She was cut off in mid-sentence when Laura wailed and seemed to have seizure.

"I think Janey just reached out and touched someone," stated Yumi flatly.

Laura stiffened and jerked violently on the apparatus. She bucked until the bench rattled nosily.

Luckily the tenant below never complained to management about the noise; but why would he when had gone through several bottles of AstroGlide listening to all the fun.

Laura continued to spasm until the phone's vibrations stopped. She gasped and sucked huge breathes like a landed carp. Then the carnage started again, and her back arched dramatically and her bound arms and legs flexed mighty attempting to break her restraints.

"Oh fuck! Please make it stop, make it stop, make it stop..." She cried and pleading for the sensations to end.

She dropped as if pole axed as soon as the phone went dormant again, but it didn't stay that way long. Before she could sufficiently recover the internal assailment renewed once more. After several calls she found out her only defense against the inescapable torture was contracting her vaginal walls against the phone for as long as possible.

This muscle control didn’t last long at all, but being tightly contracted muted the vibrations that seemed to channel through body into her clitoris. Several times she demonstrated new abilities she did not realize she possessed; like squirting when her muscles failed from fatigue.

The intense sensations sped like a tsunami through her body from head to toe once she stopping fighting. Again and again the muted buzzing could be heard coming from inside her as she cried out. The absolute wickedness of the situation excited everyone else.

ZiZi was on her knees using of her hands to press her large breasts around Richie's rod. He moaned from the pleasure of her softness enveloping his burning flesh.

Yumi unfettered Laura neck to take a position sitting in front her face. She reached down with her left hand to grab a fistful of purple hair and twist Laura's face upwards so she stuff her silk covered pussy against the screaming mouth to smother the carnal screams.

The torment of the poor new girl lasted until she was completely spent and faint from exhaustion. Taking notice of what happened Yumi came for the third time with Laura. The combination of smothered screams and crazed licks Laura gave Yumi between calls melted the little coed. Not that Laura was a skilled at pussy licking, but Yumi liked the control of having caused the screams and enforcing the girl’s tongue bathing.

Now the most audible sound in the bedroom was a gurgled gagging made by ZiZi. Her head bobbing up and down in Richie's lap giving him a sloppy wet hummer.

Yumi was weak from multiple orgasms and climbed down to lazily slipped two fingers into Laura and retrieve the phone. Laura's creamy juices flowed out, and smeared on her inner thighs. She groaned groggily as Yumi’s had to slide a third wriggling finger inside the soft chute to recover the phone, which immediately buzzed in her hand.

Yumi looked at rubber sheathed phone covered in cum and pressed the button to take the call, without putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello, who is this?" Yumi asked know fully well who was calling.

"I'm sorry I can't seem to hear you." Yumi laughed softly.

"Has she had enough?" The voice on the phone asked.

"What did you say?" A surprised Yumi questioned the speaker, and then strained to here the response.

"Has...she...had...enough?" The voice repeated.

"What do you mean?" Yumi asked; the hair on the back of her neck was beginning to stand up.

There were three loud bangs on the wall between apartments. Yumi, ZiZi and Richie all turned toward the noise.

"Can you hear me now?" Shouted a woman on the other side of the wall.

Yumi moved the phone closer to her ear and spoke into it, "Oh my god how...how long have you been there?" Yumi asked; aghast they were being spied on again.

"Long enough to know I wouldn't be putting that phone to my ear, Sweetie. I want to come over...open the door.” The voice on the phone said.

Richie, and ZiZi, looked at Yumi with questioning looks on their faces they waited for her to explain.

It's her friend; she was listening and wants to come over?" Yumi questioned her Master.

ZiZi looked at Richie, then Yumi, "Another one? Why can't they rent some damn porn?"

Yumi looked at Richie, and he motioned with his Head to the door.

"You don't mind sharing a little more do you?” He quizzed ZiZi.

The question was not really a question.

Yumi opened the front door it expecting to walked over and get Janey. She jumped back startled to find the woman already standing there.

"Mmmm you must be Yummy? Janey asked before licking her lips.

"Yumi not Yummy," The girl corrected the woman.

"I'll be the judge of that," Janey correct Yumi.

I’ve been waiting to come over for a while." added Janey.

Yumi stepped aside and let the woman in.

"This weekend is going to be one hell'ava entry in my journal," Yumi said closing one door and opening another.

The End