Chapter 4
When she woke up the next morning, her ass was on fire. Sometime, during the night, she had rolled over on her back. She knew that she'd fallen asleep on her stomach, because there was no way she would have been able to lie on her back if she'd been at all conscious, because of the way her ass felt.
But somehow, she'd ended up on her back, and the second she opened her eyes, she felt the fire and rolled right onto her side. She moved her hand to her ass and felt the heat of her buttocks.
Then, she could hear her mother and father talking downstairs.
Tisa was glad that her parents were already up and in the kitchen, for it meant her father would be leaving for work really soon. She got out of bed and walked across the hall to the bathroom, then sat to piss.
She ended up stooping. The feeling of her ass against the toilet seat was a horror, and she knew that school would be impossible. After all, they did have a soft seat at home, and she should have been able to sit comfortably.
She took a warm shower, and faced the rushing water most of the time because she could feel the way her buttocks were still blazing each time the water hit them. Then, she dried herself off gently, making sure that the towel made very little contact with her buttocks. She dressed in a skirt that day, something that she hardly ever wore, because her ass was too sore for pants.
When Tisa got downstairs, her mother was putting her breakfast on the table. Her father had already left, she was thrilled to see.
"How do you feel this morning, honey?" her mother asked her.
"Pretty good," the girl said. "Except for my ass. But now I'm going to practice sitting because I'll have to do a lot of it in school, and I don't want anyone to know what happened to me last night."
"I'm so sorry about that," her mother said.
"I don't want you to be sorry, Mom. I want him to be sorry, though I think he'd be bullshitting if he ever apologized. I don't think that bastard is sorry for one thing that he did in life. He's Mr. King Shit and can do whatever the hell he wants."
"Tisa, I don't like to hear you talking like this about your father."
"I didn't ask for him to be my father. It just happened that way. And just because he is my father that doesn't mean I have to respect him."
"I wish you would," her mother said to her.
"Some wishes will just never come true," Tisa said, and that was all Wendy could take from the girl. She slapped her across the face. "I'm sorry, Mom."
"I'm sorry I hit you, too. But I couldn't help it."
Tisa finished eating her breakfast in silence. Every so often, she could tell that her mother was dying to say something, but the woman just never came out and said it. She would open her mouth, as if to talk, and then nothing would come out. When Tisa finished her breakfast, she stood up and got her books.
"Well, I'm going now," she said to her mother. "I'll see you later."
"Will you? I mean, you're not going to try and run away again, are you?"
"I don't know," Tisa said. "You never know when the urge hits you."
She had been kidding, but she could tell that her mother was upset.
"Actually, Mom," she said, "it wasn't my idea yesterday. It was Debbie's."
Somehow, Wendy felt better when she heard that, and she hugged her daughter.
Then, Tisa left for school. She walked that day, because she had finished eating breakfast early, and it was a beautiful spring day. She passed a few of her friends, but she didn't want to talk to anyone, so she just walked by herself.
The only one she was thinking of talking to was Debbie. She wanted to know what had happened to Debbie last night when she got home.
They had their first class together, and Tisa was sitting on her chair, pressing her buttocks against the seat with as little pressure as possible. Then the bell rang, and Debbie was still not in her seat.
As the day passed, slowly and sorely, at least when it came to Tisa's ass, she realized that Debbie had not come to school that day. She was wondering if maybe her friend had run off again.
When school ended, she knew what she would do. She started to walk toward Debbie's house, because she had to know for sure. She thought about calling her mother, but decided not to. Let the woman worry for a while.
When she got to Debbie's house, she knocked on the door. The girl's mother opened it. She had a light coat on, and was holding her pocket book, looking like she was just on her way out. She stopped short when she saw Tisa.
"Oh, Tisa, how are you?" she asked, and Tisa smiled.
"I'm fine. Is Debbie home now? She wasn't in school today."
"I know. She wasn't feeling too good. She's sick. She's in bed, but I think that she's sleeping now. Why don't you call her later?"
Tisa could sense something funny about the woman, as if the woman just did not want her to go in the house. So she smiled, and said that she would.
Then Debbie's mother asked her if she wanted a ride home, and Tisa said that she was going to walk. She started to walk by the house, and waved to Debbie's mother as the woman passed by in her car. The moment the car was out of sight, Tisa turned around and ran back to the house.
The front door was locked, so she tried the kitchen door, which was open.
There was not a sound in the house, except for the sound of her own feet as she walked across the kitchen floor. She called out in a low voice.
"Debbie? Debbie? Are you in here? Are you in here?"
And as she started to climb the stairs, she could hear some moaning. She walked down the hall toward Debbie's room, and opened the door. Tisa gasped when she looked inside and saw her friend in bed.
Debbie was not sleeping at all. She was naked, and her hands had been pulled up over her head. They were tied with a thick leather strap, tied together and to the headboard of the bed. Debbie seemed to be very groggy, and as Tisa walked closer, she could see that the girl's body was covered with whip lash marks.
She saw a pitcher of water on the night table, and filled a glass. She held the water to Debbie's mouth, and the girl sipped.
"Debbie, Debbie, come to," Tisa started to say, through a tear choked voice. "What happened to you? Why are you tied here?"
As Debbie came to, and realized that it was Tisa, she started to cry with joy. She moved her lips slowly, and spoke very softly. Tisa had to lean closer to hear.
And this was what she heard.
Last night, when the police had brought Debbie home, her father had gone to answer the door. When he was with the cops, he spoke to them politely, and told them he was happy that they had brought his girl home.
"I'm sure that she'll never try to do this again," her father had said, and then, about two minutes later, after the front door was closed and there was the sound of the cops closing their car doors, then the car driving away, he struck her.
He hit her so hard across the face, and she fell to the floor. Then he started to kick her, and as she crawled away, he kept moving after her. He kept kicking at her body as she crawled up the stairs to her room.
"What's going on?" she'd heard her mother say, and then she saw the woman coming out of the bedroom, half-naked.
"This little bitch had tried to run away," her father said, and Debbie started to realize that neither one of them had been aware of her disappearance. They had probably been doing what they usually did, and didn't even acknowledge the fact that she hadn't come home from school.
But once they knew, they both started to kick her. And then, her father grabbed her by her long black hair and dragged her into her bedroom. He started to pull off her clothing, and as he saw the lash marks on her back and buttocks, he got even more angry, and called her a whore.
"What did you do, whore? Run off with your boyfriend? Is that it?"
While he had been stripping her, her brother had been getting the straps. The two of them worked as a team, abusing her.
First, they had pulled her hands up over her head, and her father had taken a thick leather strap. He bound her wrists together, and pulled the leather tight so that she would not be able to get free at all.
Then, he took a leather whip and started to lash her body. Her mother pulled her legs up over her head, so that her ass could be whipped.
"Yes, keep whipping her," the woman had m screamed. "She doesn't seem to understand anything else, so we'll have to do it this way. Keep whipping this bitch."
And he did, until her ass was sore and red with lash marks.
Then he let her lie flat on the bed, with her hands still bound, and they continued to whip her. Each one had a leather strap in his or her hand, and Debbie closed her eyes because she could not watch them.
"Remember I told you how they both hate me?" she asked Tisa. "Well, last night proved it. They took turns whipping me to punish me.
After they were finished, they left her bound. They left the room, and she could hear their bed springs coming from their room. She heard a moaning and groaning, and the sound of some slapping. She knew that they were fucking each other in the next room, and felt as if they had used her as their foreplay. When she heard her father screaming out loud, she knew that he was coming in her mother.
She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep after that, but she just couldn't sleep. Her ass was sore, and she kept trying to pick it up off the bed, but it was impossible. In the end, she fell asleep out of exhaustion.
But her night did not end when she fell asleep. Sometime later, she could feel something between her legs, and she woke up.
"What was it?" Tisa asked, because Debbie started to choke on her words.
It took her the longest time to come out and say what it was. Her father. He had snuck back into her room, after her mother had been asleep, and he started to slide his fingers in and out of her pussy.
He worked her clit over, gently flicking it back and forth, and she could feel the way she was not responding at all.
"Someone else fucked you today," he was saying to her. "I know that you can come because you were fucked when you ran away."
And then, he moved his mouth down on her cunt. He spread her legs as wide apart as he possibly could and he started to move his tongue to her clit. He flicked her love button back and forth, and he moaned when he sucked out some cream.
She had been watching him, raising her head as high as she could. She had seen the way he'd moved his hand to his crotch, and he started to jerk it a little bit, and she knew what that meant. He was playing with his dick to get it hard again.
She came very mildly. Her body was wracked with too much pain, and also the idea of her father doing this to her turned her off. She had always hated her father, and even if she'd loved him, she didn't know if she wanted to have him fuck her. But because she did hate him, she knew that she didn't want him to fuck her for sure.
Still she was bound. He'd started to slide his way up her body, and soon, he was moving his cock right into her pussy. He rammed himself in, and she opened her mouth to scream, but he moved his hand to cover her mouth.
"Just shut the fuck up, you little whore," he said. "Your mother wouldn't like it if she knew that I was doing this."
Each time that he rammed his cock into her, his groin would slap against her ass, and her ass cheeks felt as if they were on fire.
He slid his hands up to her tits and started to pull on her nipples hard, and she could feel the way that they stiffened, and then started to throb. But even though they were throbbing, she was not feeling pleasure.
He was abusing her too much for her to feel pleasure.
When he started to throb in her pussy for the first time, she hoped that he would come. His cock was only about the third cock that Debbie had ever felt inside of her body, but it was the thickest, and when he started to throb harder, she could feel the way his cock was almost ripping her apart.
He did slow down, though, and she groaned a little bit. Then, he had slapped her so hard across the face, she thought her neck was twisting.
"I don't want you to make any sounds, you bitch. Do you want her to hear?"
And she felt him stuff something into her mouth. Later, she would know that it was one of her socks. It was just something to keep her quiet, and it worked.
He kept fucking her for the longest time, and he was abusing her body at the same time, pulling hard at her nipples, or at any other part of her skin. Then, as he started to come in her, he was moaning loud.
He buried his mouth against her shoulder so that his wife would not hear, and he kept ramming his cock deeper into her.
As he pulled his dick out of her pussy, he squeezed the last few drops of come out of his cock, and the drops of come landed on her pubic patch. He moved his fingers there and rubbed the come into her black hairs.
Then, he licked and bit his way down her body. He pushed her legs up over her head and he started to move his mouth to her pussy.
He sucked the come out of her, and as he was doing it, he was telling her why he was doing it. He didn't want her to wake up with a dripping pussy, because then if her mother saw it, the woman might be suspicious.
Debbie had hated it. When he was eating her pussy, he was just as abusive with her as he had been when he was fucking her. He slapped her ass a few times, and since her buttocks were so sore from the whipping that he had done earlier, having him slap her was no laughing matter. She was in great pain.
Soon, he had eaten all the come out of her, but he was hard again, so he ended up pulling the gag out of her mouth.
"And he fucked my face," she whispered to Tisa. "You have to promise me that you won't say a word about this to anyone."
"No," Tisa said. "I swear that I wouldn't, Debbie."
And Debbie talked about how his balls were slapping against her chin each time that he rammed his huge cock into her mouth. She talked about how she thought her jaw was going to be ripped open, and how she was choking around his cock shaft.
She told Tisa how he started to throb, and then he rammed his cock deep into her mouth and started to come in her throat.
Debbie almost choked on his come, because some of it went down the wrong track. She coughed it up, and then she just managed to swallow it. When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, he slapped her hard across the face, first with his semi-hard cock, and then with his hand, and he yelled at her again, in a low voice.
"Do you want your mother to hear you choking like that, you stupid bitch?" he screamed at her. "Don't you know any better?"
And he started to lash her buttocks with a leather strap, a few more times.
Then, he left the room, and she had to fall asleep again, even though her body was wracked with more pain than it had been when he first came in.
"That bastard," Tisa said to her friend. "That fucking bastard."
"She's a cunt, too. She doesn't know what he did to me, but it was her idea to keep me tied to the bed this morning."
"Are you serious? She was so sincere with me downstairs."
"Isn't she the best bullshit artist around? They came in here this morning and both looked at me? My father thought they should untie me and I should go to school, but my mother said that I should be taught a lesson. If they kept me here and didn't give me anything to eat and drink all day, then maybe I'd think about what a bitch I had been by trying to run away."
"Do you want something else to drink?" Tisa asked, and when Debbie shook her head yes, the girl gave her some more water.
Tisa felt so helpless. She started to tell Debbie about how she had been whipped last night, and she even pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties down so that she could show Debbie how sore her ass was.
"But I didn't know that there were people worse than my parents," she said to Debbie. "They sound like real shits."
As she talked, she was hardly even aware of the way she was touching her friend's naked flesh, but she was, gently, and lovingly.
Perhaps she was doing it because she could see how much pain Debbie was in, and she did want to free her. In fact, she first started to stroke the black-haired girl's arm, and she moved her hand up toward the hand.
She even tugged a little bit at the leather strap around the girl's wrist, and she leaned over and whispered.
"I could untie you now, if you want me to, Debbie."
"You know that I do want you to, Tisa, but if my mother comes home and finds me free, I'm sure that she'd do something even worse."
"What could be worse than this?" Tisa asked her.
Debbie just kept her mouth closed. She had witnessed worse than this, like the time her father got mad at her mother and started to ram his cock into her asshole. She had seen the way the woman tried to fight him off, and then, when he did get into her, she'd seen the look of pain on her mother's face.
And she'd seen the blood, too, all over her father's cock.
"What should I do then?" Tisa asked her. "You look like you're in so much pain, that I wish there was something I could do."
"Just touch me lightly," Debbie started to moan. "That feels nice. After being whipped and abused, it feels nice to be stroked lightly."
Tisa started to slide her hand through her friend's hair, and then she moved her hand right down Debbie's neck, toward one of her breasts. She had seen her friend's tits many times, but she had never seen them with lash marks. The once beautiful tits now looked marred, though they were still lovely.
Tisa's finger began to move in a circular motion around the black nipple.
As she saw the way the nipple started to get stiffer, she was so fascinated, and she couldn't stop herself from leaning over.
Tisa moved her lips to her friend's nipple, and she started to suck on it gently. As she held the black dot between her lips, she flicked her tongue back and forth over the tip of it, and Debbie was moaning.
She moved her fingers to the other one so that she could work it over while she was sucking on the first one, and then, when she moved her mouth to the second one, her fingers moved back to the first.
Her saliva was all over the nipple, and she could feel how hard it was to grasp it tight, but she managed to do it. Then, after working over both nipples for a while, moving her mouth back and forth from one to the other, Tisa started to lick her way down her friend's whip lashed belly.
She ran her tongue over the pattern of the lash marks, thinking that they must have been stinging still, until her tongue made them feel better. She heard the way that Debbie started to moan loud.
"Oh, that's so nice, Tisa. You don't know what you're doing to me. After what they did to me last night, this is wonderful."
Tisa was so happy. She could feel the way her cunt was tingling a little bit, just because it excited her to taste her friend's flesh. There was something a little salty about the taste of the flesh, and there was nothing at all bitter about it. She thought that she could taste some blood, too, and she did know what blood tasted like.
Still, if there was any blood, it was dried, and her tongue just kept working over all of the belly flesh, until she was near her friend's pussy.
Tisa looked at the black pubic hairs, and she moved her tongue past them. Then she decided to start down at the feet.
She slid her tongue all the way around the toes, on both feet, and she could hear the way that Debbie was moaning louder. Debbie seemed to love it the most when Tisa was flicking her tongue between the girl's toes.
Slowly, the blonde started to lick her way up the bound girl's body. She moved her tongue along the calves, and then the thighs, and as she got closer to the girl's pussy, she saw the open red cunt lips.
She stuck her tongue out, but didn't touch them at first.
"It's all right, Tisa," Debbie moaned. "I'd know why you're doing this. I'd know that you're just doing it to please me. I won't think that you're a lesbian or anything like that. I'd be happy to have you lick me."
Debbie could feel the way her cunt was already starting to get wet, because even though Tisa hadn't licked her, the blonde was breathing heavily, and her lips were close enough to the cunt so that warm air rushes were moving inside of Debbie.
Debbie lifted her pussy up a little bit, and her cunt lips moved close to Tisa's mouth. The blonde girl stuck her tongue out, and she tasted the flavor of another woman for the very first time in her life.
At first, she just tasted a little bit of the flavor from the cunt lips, but then, the lips parted even more. Her tongue started to make contact with the clit, and when the clit got very stiff, Debbie moaned louder.
Then, she started to come very hard, and Tisa felt the rush of juices flowing into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could to swallow them, and loved it.
She continued to suck for such a long time.
She wanted more and more, and hoped that it would never end.