Bad Girls

“No, you don’t understand,” said Peggy Rohm, pushing him back
against the wall with a two handed shove. “We really love to do this.”
Her lower lip swelled in a triumphant grin.

He eased away from the wall, disturbed by something in Peggy’s
eyes, something triumphant, something that spoke of the battle of the
sexes and the kind of victory that some females want.
“Yeah,” said JoAnn, Peggy’s best friend in the jock girl clique
as she pressed in to cut off his retreat putting her arms around him
playfully and then pressing her big breasts against his back.
Jo Ann Kegg had been aware of the effect her breasts had on
boys ever since she was twelve. She was one of those girls who filled
out early and filled out a long way too.
“Wouldn’t you like to wrestle with us? See if you’re as strong as the
girls?”

Henry looked from one to the other. He knew both girls from school,
and he’d known them for years, though they’d never taken any notice of
him before. Not until a couple of weeks back, when out of the blue,
Peggy Rohm, THE Peggy Rohm, the gorgeous, blond star goalkeeper for
the School Under 18 champion girls’ soccer team, had started sitting next to
him in science lab.

Lots of guys in school probably thought about Peggy when they jerked
off at night. She was one of the prettiest girls in the school, and on
top of that she had the kind of ass that men can’t help but look at.
Peggy went out with one of the big stars on the football team.
Ordinarily she didn’t deign to notice Henry’s existence.
So it was a bit of a surprise when Peggy Rohm had started to be
nice to him and even started little conversations with him after
class. Soon enough she started letting him help her with her homework,
and even write essay answers. For Henry this was easy enough. He could
have gone to college when he was sixteen, but his parents hadn’t liked
the idea, deeming him to be too young at that point.

As for Peggy, she
was struggling to keep a B+ average. Henry was happy to help. It was
intoxicating to be spoken to by Peggy. It just made his brain buzz when she was
nice to him. She wore tight shirts and sweaters and had a way of pushing her
chest out to catch a man’s eye. After a few little chats Henry was putty in her hands.
But it was what happened after that day he went to her house
after school to help her with an important biology report, that had him
worried.Because from then on things had gotten progressively weirder.
Peggy had plenty of privacy at home. She had the whole basement
of the house to herself. She’d taken it over when she was 14, three
years before. Now it was a combination bedroom and home gym with
a desk and computer in one corner. Most important it had its own
entrance and its own bathroom. Peggy only had to see her parents when
she wanted to.

That first time he’d been over there, they’d talked a little
about the report and he’d started writing one. He planned to write his
own and then write a slightly “dumbed down” one for Peggy that would
give her an A but keep it believable. That way the teacher wouldn’t get suspicious.

While he was writing Peggy pulled out some equipment and
stripped down to her panties and sportsbra. She set up some weight on the big
bar and started benchpressing it in sets of twelve reps followed by a rest.
Henry took a look at the weight she was lifting and almost let out a
whistle. It was way more than he could manage. The intimidating display
of female strength kept his eyes coming back again and again to her, until at last
she stopped and announced she was going out to jog around the block a couple of
times before it got dark.
While she was gone he went over and tried to shift the 80 pounds she’d
been lifting so smoothly. It was hard. He thought he might have managed
it a few times, but not like she’d been doing it, with that smooth
practised motion.

Sitting back down he pushed it away and concentrated on the writing.
After a while it came back to him and his fingers flew over the keys of
his laptop. He’d written three pages by the time she came back.
“How’s it going, Henry,” she said, coming over to stand behind him. He
could smell her clean sweat, and she put her hands on his shoulders and
kneaded them in the sweetest way.
“Well, I think it’ll do. It’s about the way Congress works, and how
taxes are spent.”

“OK, I’ll read it before I hand it in.”
She sat down beside him and for a moment her hand rested on his knee.
Henry felt his penis harden immediately. Her presence beside him was
almost overwhelming.

It was very hard to concentrate now, but he managed to tap out the
last couple of lines and saved it to a floppy which he left for her.
“This is great, Henry. I think the teachers will really think it’s me.

I won’t have to change hardly anything.”
“That was what I was hoping.”
“Mmm, you are such a sweet boy!”
She walked over to the door with him, staying close.
“Thank you, Henry.”
“Uh, well, it was a pleasure,” he muttered.

Suddenly Peggy put her hand right on his ass and squeezed his buttock
firmly. He let out a squeak of surprise and she flashed him a
devilish grin, then kissed him briefly on the lips and pushed him out the door.
He was so aroused that night and it was hard to sleep even after
jerking off twice.
The next time he went over to her house, Peggy put some more
serious moves on him. This time though he had the sense to do the work
beforehand. All he had to do was tidy it up a bit while she was running
off pushups in sets of fifty.

She stopped, caught him staring at her and grinned.
Now she ran off one handed pushups, in sets of ten.
Henry knew he couldn’t get past 30 pushups and couldn’t do even one
pushup one handed.

He looked back to the screen and tapped nervously at the keys. Peggy
came over though and pulled the chair away from the desk and spun him
around. She had that look in her eyes again, the look that spoke of
female triumph over men.
And then to his complete surprise she sat in his lap. The first thing
he noticed was that she was at least as heavy as himself and she made
sure to sit right on his cock, which was already stiff.
“Henry, you have such a funny look on your face!” she leaned into him,
her eyes boring into his. He was aware that her nice round breasts were
just a few inches from his lips. He was also aware of her firm muscular
ass grinding into his crotch as she wriggled a little.

“Ooooh, what’s that I feel?” she leaned closer and then kissed him,
softly at first and then harder, pressing his head back. “Come over to
the couch,” she breathed in his ear. He followed her with an erection
struggling to get out of his pants.

For about ten minutes she made out with him on the couch,
letting him put wet kisses on the outside of her sports bra while she made
sure to pull his pants down to his ankles. When she’d finished he was
stripped naked from the waist down.
Henry had only kissed one girl before. That was Kathi Ponetta,
who’d been in his home room class when he was like 14. Since then he’d
had no luck at all.

Peggy pushed him onto his back and lay on top of him and kissed him
some more and played with his cock while she wriggled around on him. When she stopped
he was hard as a rock and dying for release.
She giggled at the look in his eyes as she pushed him out the
door and sent him home.

The third session was where JoAnn had first shown up. He and
Peggy had been on the couch again. Peggy had moved more quickly this time
and his pants were already down and his cock was hanging out where she
could play with it.
The door opened, and JoAnn called out,
“Hellooo, ready or not, here I come!”
Henry gave a little shriek and tried to jump up, but Peggy had
grabbed hold of his balls and she hissed in his ear,
“Don’t move!”

He stared at her, she was frowning, then she smiled and leaned
into him, still holding his balls tightly.
“Poor, baby,” she said with a little smile on her lips.
JoAnn Kegg was another of the school’s elite girls, a member of
the swimming team. Jo Ann also had the best tits in the whole school.
Now she stood there in front of them and took a long slow look
at Henry, from his flustered, beet red face to his little cock,
equally red and weepy under Peggy’s skilled teasing. Peggy had him by
the balls alright.

Then JoAnn spoke to Peggy like Henry wasn’t there, and they
briefly discussed a date with some college boys over at the Lake at the
weekend. As she turned to go JoAnn gave him another haughty stare
even while Peggy grabbed his cock again and started pressing his face
into her cleavage.

That session had ended with Henry learning how to “kiss pussy”,
something that Peggy was really into.
“You know, Henry,” she breathed in his ear at one point. “A boy who
can kiss pussy really well is a boy I might want to have around a lot.”
Kissing pussy meant that Peggy lay on the couch with her legs
spread while Henry knelt on the floor in front of her and kissed certain places
on her white cotton panties.

Henry had kissed pussy for a long time, his knees had been
aching before she’d had enough, but he had to admit it had been a fantastic
turn on. As things progressed Peggy got pretty excited. Twice she
clamped her thighs around his head and lifted him off his knees as she
fought to control the feeling. When Peggy finally came he almost came
himself just from the excitement.

Then she went to the bathroom for a while. When she came back
she was calm and back in control and she told him to get dressed and go
home.

That night he jerked off three times before he slept.

His cock had hardened again, even though he was still suffering the after nausea
from having his balls crushed. JoAnn was playing with it again, pumping
it up with knowing strokes from her fingers.
“Peggy,” he began, but it was getting harder to speak.
“Sssh, boy, you’re now our toy. And we want to wrestle, and then we’re
going to do some other things.”

Peggy and JoAnn stood up and waited for him to get back on his feet.
JoAnn pulled off her sweats, revealing black panties.
“Don’t just watch me, boy. You better take your pants off.”
“Take everything off. You wrestle naked.” Peggy had pulled out a large
wooden paddle and she smacked it against her palm. “And you better give it all
you’ve got,” she said with a wicked smile.
“Look,” he started to say, but JoAnn was moving in closer.

Hurriedly he kicked of his jeans and underpants, socks and shoes. He
still had his t-shirt on when she grabbed him under the shoulders, turned her hip
inside him and threw him cleanly onto his back again.
She walked around him while he got back on his knees and then to his feet.
“I told you I wasn’t much good at this kind of thing.”
JoAnn came in low again, “shut up boy.”

He tried to fend her off, she caught his hand turned it, tripped him
and let him slam onto the mat again.
This time when he rolled over he felt a foot jam down on the back of
his head and press him into the mat.
“Alright, JoAnn, first foot mount!” said Peggy exultantly.
“I’m gonna use an 8 inch dildo on your ass if you don’t fight better
than this!” hissed JoAnn.

Henry got back on his feet with new terrors in his heart. He was
exhausted and he was trapped in an S&M fantasy that had come to life. JoAnn was
circling him. Peggy was sitting on the tall metal chair she’d wheeled out from the
closet. That paddle was still in her hand. JoAnn closed in on him, caught him behind
the head, pulled him down and locked him into a headlock with a nice smooth movement.
She pulled him around stumbling in a circle, then tripped him and brought him down
with her weight landing on his chest and knocking out his air.

He was gasping for breath, unable to move. She stood up, looked down at him
in triumph then turned around and straddled his chest, while raising her arms to
play with her hair. To his horrified gaze she swung her hips back and forth and the
big smooth globes of her ass shook from one side to the other of his face.
Then she bent forward and sat back and put her ass right on his face. Her panties
filled his view, his nose was right up her crack, he was sucking for air on the panty
cloth and she was pressing down.

Claustrophobia mingled with the direst sense of personal humiliation.
He was screaming into her panties, kicking, writhing, but he couldn’t get her off.
He redoubled his efforts, but he wasn’t strong enough to dislodge her. He might force
her up an inch, he might get one shoulder off the floor, but then she would ride him
back down, pressing her ass into his face, cutting off all oxygen and pinning his head
to the mat. He writhed and kicked, and kept screaming while they laughed and then
JoAnn grabbed his balls and squeezed thema little and he stopped screaming and
kicking. She lifted off his face for a moment.

They laughed again at the sound as he sucked in a long, desperate gasp
of air. JoAnn’s finely built young buttocks loomed in front of his eyes, then
she spread wide and sat back on him again cutting off his scream with her black cotton
panties.

He struggled, but weakly. Gurgling sounds came from under her ass and
both girls laughed. When she lifted off him the next time she pulled her leg over and
stood up.

Henry lay there, gasping, looking up, feeling helpless.
Peggy was standing over him, still slapping that paddle in her palm.
“You better start fighting, boy!” Then she giggled.

Slowly Henry rolled over. He had to get out of there. This could end
very badly. These bitches might even kill him. The smell of JoAnn’s crotch and ass
was strong and sweet in his nostrils. It was hard to move. He was very weak.
Then the paddle slammed into his bare behind and he emitted an
undignified howl and scuttled forward. Peggy roared with mirth.
“OK, first spank is mine.”
“Then we share.”

He struggled to his feet, his ass was stinging, his head was completely
whirling. One thought was uppermost. He had to get out of there. Otherwise he
would end up as a slave male to these two terrifying girls.
Peggy tossed the paddle to JoAnn who now sat down on the dominance
stool while Peggy moved in for some wrestling.
Henry had been slapped, sat on, punched and hit with that paddle. He
was determined not to take it anymore.
“You bitch,” he snarled and threw himself at Peggy filled with the
desperate fury of a trapped male.

She met his outstretched hands with her own catching him, turning
inside him and throwing him to the mat. He lay there looking up realizing he was
just completely outclassed. He started up, but Peggy had hold of the back of his
head again. She pulled him along the floor while he squawked and squealed.
“You’re not much of a fighter are you, boy?”
“Help!” he tried to scream.
Now he saw another piece of equipment they’d produced from the closet.
A set of steel and black leather stocks.

Henry turned and shook furiously to free himself from Peggy’s grip on
the back of his head. He started to run for the stairs, naked as he was. JoAnn
tackled him around the waist and pulled him back and threw him down right in
front of the stocks.
Peggy had hold of his left arm, she heaved him forward and pushed his
wrist into the right side hole.
“Nooooo,” he squealed.

“Yessssss !” they chorused back with hearty giggles.
JoAnn shoved his head into place, the upper bar was coming down, his
wrist was caught. He tried to pull his head back out, but it was too late, the bar
was down. Only his right hand was free.
He was screaming, Peggy was shoving something into his mouth. The bar
came up again for a moment and JoAnn stuffed his free hand into the hole and it
came down locking him in.

His mouth was full of Peggy’s freshly worn panties, but that was the
least of his troubles for the stocks were now being adjusted. The girls had a
favorite position for this sort of thing, they liked it when the slave’s head was
six inches from the ground, his knees were on the floor and his ass was way up in
the air. It just had the most humiliating laughable look to it.
Soon they had him bent over the way they liked. Peggy had also attached a
spreader bar to his ankles. He was completely helpless.

JoAnn placed a slanted mirror up in front of his face so he could see
Behind him. Both girls stood there looking enormous, holding paddles. They were
sweating a little from their exertions. JoAnn’s big breasts jounced in her sports
bra, Peggy’s rounder breasts heaved in and out. They giggled at the horror in his eyes.
Then they set to work. Taking turns on a count of “One-Two” the paddles
rose and fell steadily for about ten minutes and Henry, who had never experienced
much pain in his life, learned enough about it to last a lifetime. The sounds the
paddles made were like rifle shots in that room and his screams were strong enough
to expel the gag. So Peggy shoved it back in and then added a ball and a strap around
his head to hold it all together. After that he could only raise a “mmmmmmfffffff!”
After the first dozen or so shots they slowed the pace and timed them,
one every five seconds, left, right, Peggy, JoAnn, breaking every so often to admire
his scarlet bottom.

When they finally stopped he was weeping like a baby so they released
him from the stocks and spreader bar and dragged him unresisting to the dominance
stool. Peggy removed the gag while JoAnn held him up. Then they bent him over the
stool face down and he felt their hands playing with his bright red and purple buttocks.
“He won’t be sitting down comfortably for a week,” said JoAnn happily.
“Here baby, we’ll put some cream on this.”

He felt a cool softness spread over his burning ass while they rubbed
some cold cream onto him. Then a hand pulled his asscheeks wide and a finger slid
into his anus. It came back again, opening him up and then slid all the way in and
pressed on his prostate.

He gave a loud groan.
“There, just like I told you. He wants you to fuck him,” said JoAnn.
“I think he’s going to be just perfect.”

“A little slut boy wants a big girl to fuck him and keep him as her
slave?” said Peggy.

Henry’s cock was hard now, despite the pain and humiliation.
“Isn’t that right, slut boy?” Peggy pinched his tortured ass. He
squeaked.
“Well, we’ll fuck you alright, but first we want something else.
Something that only slaves like you ever get to give to a woman.”
JoAnn was giggling.

Henry wanted to struggle. While they were bending him over it he’d seen the
cuffs on the legs of the stool. He’d seen the seat, with the curious round hole.
Peggy pulled him up, put her arms around him and kissed him on the
lips.
“Oh, Peggy,” he said when she pulled back. “Please don’t…”
She traced the tears on his cheeks and smiled evilly.
“Mmmmm, I’m ready for my favorite thing. You won’t disappoint us will
you? Or else we’ll spank you again.”
“Peggy, please, no…”

JoAnn took him by the shoulders, Peggy pushed on his chest and despite
his efforts to resist they made him sit down and lie back into the stool. His ass
stung on the rough carpeting. His elbows rested on leather pads. JoAnn was cuffing
his hands in place on either side of him. His head was tugged back and down by Peggy.
Now he saw the seat of the stool swing over and down and he realized that it was
really just a fancy toilet seat. And then it was pressing into his face on either side.
JoAnn set the fasteners in place with a click and a little expectant giggle.
“Oh, please, no!” he begged.

They laughed together long and loud, with occasional whoops of “Another one
eats my ass!”Then he saw Peggy approach. She stared down at him with a big smile on
her face, then turned to present her round firm rump, moved back and sat down on the
seat. Her buttocks rested firmly on his face bones while the seat took most of her
weight. She could control the contact with easy flexing and wriggling of her abdomen.
He felt a chain being fitted around his balls. Then with a jerk he knew the
other end was in Peggy’s hand. His genitals were tugged upwards sharply like a set of
reins. He cried out, but of course made only a feeble “mmmmmph” sound in his
humiliating position. Then Peggy flicked down with the little single tail whip
in her hand and Henry bucked under her from the shocking pain. Both girls laughed.
Another one was on his way to slavery.

Peggy began to rock back and forth to get his tongue moving in the
right way, then she flicked his cock again to get better efforts. Soon she was
writhing wildly and on her way to a lovely anal-oral orgasm.
When she came she wobbled off the stool and went over to lie down on the
mat. They’d been doing this to selected boys for more than a year but it was still
the best fun and it could really knock a girl out for a few minutes.

JoAnn put down her can of coke and took Peggy’s place. Henry looked up
to see her ass coming down, her cheeks spreading out wide and pale and her brown anal
bud exposed in the dark crevice. Then the light was gone and her flesh bore
down on him and the whip cracked into his cock and balls and he sucked and licked and
drove his tongue into her anus again and again and again and again. JoAnn took two
orgasms, the first in about three minutes the second after a passionate six minutes
of rocking and bumping and bouncing on the male’s face.

By then Peggy was ready for more and after giving Henry a couple of
minutes respite Peggy sat on him again and enjoyed the wonderful forbidden pleasure
of Dominant Females.
It took a while, but eventually the new slave brought her to a second
anal-oral orgasm and she rose from the seat and wobbled over to lie down to recover.
“God, that was soooo good!” she said after a minute or so.
“You picked a good one, I think we’re gonna get a lot of ass worship out of
little Henry here.”

Now they pulled him out of the dominance chair. He was broken and unable
to resist them. They dragged him over to the stocks and shoved him down and locked
him in place with his face on the floor and his ass in the air. His face and hair
were soaked with saliva and secretions. He watched dismally as drops fell from his
nose and chin down to the floor.The girls slapped his scarlet behind a few times
with their bare hands and then left him while they went upstairs to have a beer and
call their boyfriends and
set up dates for the weekend.

Twenty minutes later, Peggy set down the phone and sauntered out of her
room. JoAnn had the tv on and was watching a rerun of a favorite sit-com.
“Mmmmm, ok I’m set. How about you?” said Peggy.
“Bradley is going to take me to the movies and then to eat at the new expensive
Hollywoood place.”

“And are you going to let him eat you too?”
“Only if he begs properly.”
They laughed and set down their empty beers. Keeping bigger males like their
boyfriends in a state of constant arousal without any release, ever, was part of
the game. As Peggy had explained when she first turned JoAnn onto it all “We get
so much pleasure from our slaves that we can really be kind of cold with boyfriends.
They have to work so haaard for the slightest thing, and we can just keep them
burning. And you know that girls who don’t put out, but keep it sexy are always
in control.”
They returned to the basement. Peggy went to the bathroom and when she
came out JoAnn was strapping on a trainer dildo, a slim white tube about 5 inches
long and three quarters of an inch thick. She put on the rubber glove and took up the
lube tube and thoroughly smeared the lubricant on Henry’s ass, getting plenty inside.
He was a virgin and they knew he had to be brought along gently. They didn’t want to
hospitalize the poor boy. Not now they had him well on his way to slavery.
He was begging them to spare him this, but JoAnn replied in a very
calm, matter of fact way.

“Shut up, you silly boy. We’re going to spank you and fuck you as much as we
like. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’re going to be our slave. You’ll get
used to it.”

Peggy stroked his head while he looked at her feet on the floor.
“And you’re gonna take care of my history homework from now on too.”
The girls laughed.

JoAnn stepped up and slid the dildo into him with a nice long single
shove that made him gasp as the fullness of it sank in. She had hold of his hips
and now she began to familiarize the new slave male with the feeling of being
fucked by a dominant female.

For Henry it was the most violating feeling, this hard smooth thing
sliding in and out of him, completely out of his control while the hands gripped
his hips and alternately pulled and then pushed. The pressure on his prostate kept
pushing him closer to coming, and pre-ejaculate was dribbling freely from his cock.
When JoAnn was done, Peggy took a turn, but this time they took him out of
the stocks, turned him over, pulled his legs up until his ankles were by his ears and
cuffed them to the spreader bar. He hardly tried to resist. When they were done he
felt utterly exposed, utterly humiliated, spread before them like a sextoy.
His cock throbbed at erection but his ass was wide open. He was crying, he was
broken. JoAnn patted his cheek and played with his balls with a completely
horrible familiarity.

“Next time I’ll fuck you with a bigger one, and soon we’ll get you
stretched out a little.”
“My turn!” Peggy knelt between his spread legs and got hold of his
thighs as she worked the dildo into his ass. She rocked his body up and down and back
and forth as she fucked him. And while she did this she stared down into his eyes.
He wept, and to his horror he came as the dildo rammed against his
prostate again and again.
JoAnn whooped.
“Girl! You made the slut come!”
The girls stood up.
“Should we make him drink?”
“Nah,” said Peggy, “I’ve got to get to bed. Busy day tomorrow. We’ll
leave that for next time.”
Now they pulled him up, pushed him onto the mat and rolled him onto his back.
He was quite helpless and unable to resist with his ankles up by his ears. Peggy was
waving something before his eyes.

“This is a male chastity device. It’s made of plastic filled with steel wire.
The harness is made of similar stuff. You can only get it it off with the key or
with a hacksaw. If you ever dare to even try and take it off we’ll punish you.”
JoAnn pulled him over a little and slapped his tender bottom a few
times.
“You wouldn’t want a really serious spanking, believe me.”
Peggy slid the tube onto his cock and the harness around his balls and back
behind him. He heard it snap in place as the lock was fastened. Next, Peggy was
dangling a little key in front of his eyes.

“This is the only key, and I’m going to keep it right here. From now on
you will only come when we make you, understand. So you be sure to be here on time
on Thursday. I want you here at 5.30, don’t be late.”
“Or you’ll regret it,” said Jo Ann slapping one of those paddles
against her palm.
The look on his face made them both explode into giggles.

by Eo Suchus