Chapter 8
"Sssh, not so loud," she heard Debbie whisper. "Quick, duck behind these bushes until they've all gone inside. Come on."
"But what about school? I'll be late or something."
"Fuck school. What's more important? Me, or school?" Debbie asked, and as Tisa ducked behind the bushes, she got a good look at her friend.
Debbie's hair was no longer black. It was an orange color, and it looked so phony. Debbie started to laugh, and she pulled it back a little to let Tisa know that is was just a wig she had on.
They said nothing until the kids had gone into the school, and then Debbie took Tisa's hand and started to run away from the school, pulling the blonde behind her. They ran to a nearby park and sat down on a bench.
Debbie reached into her pocket and pulled out a joint, then lit it.
As she did, Tisa noticed something. Her friend was wearing a long sleeved blouse, and as she lit the joint, the sleeves were pulled back a little bit. She could see red lash marks on Debbie's arms.
"Where did you get those? Debbie, it's been weeks since you've been home. The lash marks that your father left on your body should have been healed by now."
"I know. They were. These are newer ones. Don't look so upset. Here, just have some of this and you'll feel good. I came back to get you."
"To get me? And take me where?"
"Away from all of this. From all of this shit. From your shitface father."
"He's gotten even worse," Tisa said. "Worse than he was before. He doesn't hit me so much, because I've been good and haven't tried to run away."
"His discipline is working then," Debbie said. "He's got you right where he wants you to be, that fucking bastard."
"He's been beating up my mother, though. He's been whipping her."
"The fucker should get hit by a car," Debbie said. "No, that's too quick. I think it would be better to let him freeze slowly. No, no, how about this? You hang him upside down by his balls, so that he's screaming in pain, and you slowly slit his throat so that he dies from loss of blood."
"Jesus, what a fucking mind," Tisa said.
"I've had a lot of time to think about these things, Tisa. Actually, I've thought of them happening to my parents. I'm sure they're really pissed at me for running off."
"Your mother sounded upset the day I talked to her."
"Of course she was upset. I stole five hundred dollars from them. They had it lying around the house. I figured they owed it to me for all the suffering they'd put me through. That's all there is to it."
"But where have you been living? What have you been doing?"
"That's what I came to talk to you about. I want you to come with me to the city so I can show you where I've been living. I also want to show you what I've been doing. Come on. You've cut out of school for the day. You'll be back home tonight at the regular time, if you want to be. Your father won't punish you."
Tisa knew that Debbie was right. She'd already missed some school, and she still had a few hours before she had to be home.
So she agreed to go with her friend to the city. She carried her school books with her as they ran to the subway, and the moment she was on the train, she felt wonderful and free, then realized that living home was making her feel something like a captive, and it was a feeling she detested.
When they arrived in the city, they started to walk toward the West Fifties. Tisa thought that the neighborhood was so scummy looking, and as they walked into a horrible looking building and then up the stairs, she realized that this was where Debbie had been living all this time.
The apartment, inside, was not as bad as the building would have led one to believe it was, but it was not that good either. Having grown up in a spotless house, kept that way by her mother, Tisa was not used to this kind of surrounding.
"Well, this is where I've been living," Debbie said, holding out her arms. "I know it's not the Ritz or anything like that, but it's a roof over my head."
As she held out her hands, her long sleeves slid up her arms even more, and Tisa grabbed one of her hands and pulled the sleeve up more. She could see some lash marks that looked so fresh, they could have happened within twenty-four hours.
"I don't understand this," she said to Debbie. "I thought you ran away to get away from this kind of abuse. Who's been whipping you? And how do you make money to live? Five hundred dollars can't have kept you this long."
"We're not finished with the city tour," Debbie said. "It just came out a few days ago, the first one I did and all. Come on. I know where it's playing."
"What? What are you talking about?" Tisa asked her friend.
But Debbie didn't say anything. She just grabbed Tisa's arm and they ran out.
It was good to get out of that neighborhood, but where they went to next was really no better. They walked down Eighth Avenue to Forty-second Street, and when they arrived there, Debbie led Tisa into a peep show place. Tisa was sure that they would both get thrown out, as the sign said you had to be twenty-one.
Instead, the man behind the counter smiled at Debbie, and winked.
"It's been a hot seller," he said to her. "Just thought you might want to know."
"I would if I was getting residuals. Since it was just a flat fee, I really don't give a shit. Or even two shits. Or three. Just give me some quarters."
The man gave her four quarters for the single that she gave him, and then she led Tisa into—the back, where they had peep show booths. Tisa could see all these men walking around, and a few of them started to give her the eye. She thought about each man and how they all had cocks, and hated them all.
"Here it is," Debbie said, and she stepped into a booth, then pulled Tisa in with her and closed and locked the door.
Then, she dropped a quarter into the slot, and the light went out. Tisa looked at the very first explicit movie she'd ever seen. She could see the close-ups of a cunt, with a thick cock moving in and out of it. The hair near the pussy was black, and the cock really seemed to be enormous.
Each time it moved all the way in, the balls slapped the thighs of the woman.
Then, when the camera pulled back a little more, you could see the woman's tits, but you couldn't see her face, as there was another man sitting on her tits. It was obvious that he was thrusting his prodding pleasure pole in and out of her mouth. Then, he lashed the girl on the belly with a leather strap he had in his hand.
And there was a close-up of the look of lust on the girl's face, right after she had been lashed hard. There was a thick cock in her mouth, and Tisa gasped.
"Why, Debbie, it's you," she said to her friend. "I can't believe that it's you up there. You're sucking that cock."
"That's not all. I'm getting fucked, and whipped at the same time. And look at how they have my hands tied up."
When the camera pulled back so you could see all three people at the same time, Tisa saw that her friend was telling the truth. Her hands had been pulled up over her head and they were bound together with thick leather straps.
Then, the man fucking her pussy started to do it harder. He pushed her legs up a little bit so that they were rubbing against the back of the other man, and he started to smash a leather strap against her buttocks.
Tisa had mixed feelings about all of this. She was trying to figure them all out when the film ended, and Debbie put in another quarter so it came right back on. She was getting turned on seeing her friend naked in the film, and was even getting turned on watching the cocks slide in and out of Debbie's body.
She remembered the time she had seen it close up, with Jerry, then thought about Jerry's come which was still in her pussy.
That didn't bother her at all. But what did bother her was the way Debbie's body was being abused. She was being whipped with leather straps over and over again, and she seemed to be loving it. There were times when the man in her mouth was ramming his cock all the way into her mouth. She had to have been choking on it, and yet, the look of lust was still very much in evidence on her face.
"Now watch this part," Debbie said, and just then, they had a shot of the cock fucking her pussy, and the man pulled out.
He looked like he was feeling the ultimate pleasure as he started to jerk his shaft and the come started to shoot out of his dick.
"God, I would hate that," Tisa said. "I mean, the man should have come in you."
"I know. But then you wouldn't have known he was coming, right?"
"I guess so. I never thought about it that way," Tisa said.
"You should. I mean, these are films being made for an audience to see. And anyway, when did you ever feel a cock in you. I thought you'd never been with a boy."
"Never, until this morning, Debbie. Don't get mad when I tell you who."
"Jerry," Debbie said. "I saw the two of you drive up together. Hey, I'm not mad. Do you think I could get mad at him for wanting to fuck you, when I've been doing things like this? Come on, girl, be real."
And she was starting to fall in love with Debbie, even more. She loved her friend's attitude, but she still wanted her to know.
"I didn't even like it, Debbie. I hated it, as a matter of fact."
"I thought that you would," Debbie said to her. "I mean, I'll never forget what you did to me that day when I was bound. I knew how much you loved me even then, and that was why I had to come and see you."
"What do you mean?" Tisa asked, and Debbie pointed. Just as she did, the screen went blank, and she had to drop another quarter into the slot. When the picture came back on, Tisa knew why Debbie had pointed. She wanted her to see what else was happening in the film, and Tisa loved what she saw.
The man who had been fucking her mouth was sliding down her body, and he was taking over for the man who had come near her cunt. As that man rammed his dick into her, he lashed her tits with his thick leather whip. Then, a lovely blonde woman appeared. She was naked, and her pussy looked like it was dripping.
She started to lower her cunt right down on Debbie's face, and Debbie stuck her tongue out and started to lick the woman's cunt.
"See?" she asked Tisa. "I've gotten into that, too. I was thinking about how nice you were to me, and I had to make up for it. Here."
Tisa felt her placing a few more quarters into her hand, and then, she saw the way that Debbie sunk to her knees in the booth. She started to open Tisa's pants, and Tisa let the girl just pull them down.
Then, she felt Debbie's warm lips moving to her pussy. She felt the way that Debbie started to flick her tongue in and out of her cunt.
It was wonderful. At first, the girl sucked the come that was here from earlier in the morning, right out of Tisa's cunt, and Tisa loved it.
She looked at the film, and saw the way the girl who was thrusting against Debbie's face was taking a whip and lashing Debbie on the belly. Tisa moved her fingers down and started to massage Debbie's breasts.
When she felt the nipples stiffening against the blouse material, she started to pinch them much harder than she ever would have thought of doing it. However, because she knew that Debbie was into it in the film, she thought that she would like it.
And she did. She could hear the way her friend was moaning, and she ran her fingers through Debbie's orange wig.
"Even if you hadn't told me that Jerry fucked you, I would have known it," she could hear Debbie moaning. "I can taste the come from your pussy, and I know that this is not just the come from a woman. I know that this is the come from a woman and a man, mixed together. I've had enough to know. Now I'm going to taste just you."
Tisa leaned back against the wall, and dropped another quarter into the slot when the film went off. She could see the way the woman was now standing up and letting the man eat her. The woman kept lashing Debbie's naked body.
Then, the man started to fuck her harder, and he pulled out. He jerked his cock with his hand, and the come was shooting all over Debbie's tits and belly. The woman whose cunt he was eating, lifted her foot up and started to rub her toes all over Debbie's flesh, smearing the come into her.
The film ended then, but it started all over again. There were even titles.
"Bound Bitch, starring Debbie," and then a few other names. Tisa thought it was great. Her friend was just going by her first name, and that way no one would know who it was. She loved it.
She also loved the way the film began. Debbie was sitting in a living room, all dressed, filing her nails. Suddenly, the front door bursts open, and three robbers make their way into the house. Of course, Tisa thought, he acting was pretty shitty, but what could you expect with no sound?
She loved it when they started to strip Debbie and tie her up. They all stood over her, two men and a woman, and each had a whip. They all started to whip her, and Debbie was writhing with pleasure in the film.
Tisa was writhing with pleasure in the peep show booth.
Debbie was eating her so well that she was coming harder than she had ever come in her life. It was better than her fantasy orgasms, too, where she would dream of eating Debbie while playing with herself.
Debbie's fast tongue was working her clit over, and her tongue seemed to be so long, too. When she drove it into Tisa, Tisa felt like she was being fucked by a cock.
Tisa watched as the two men in the film stripped, and then one of them started to move his limp dick near her mouth. She opened her mouth and began to suck on him, and it didn't take long for his cock to get hard.
The other man was moving between her legs, and Tisa knew that this was where they had come in. Still, she could get off watching it again, because the first time she had seen it, Debbie had not been eating her.
She started to pinch Debbie's nipples harder, and she could hear the way her friend's moans were muffled against her cunt. The warm air that Debbie blew into Tisa was making her spasm even harder, and Tisa just exploded for the third or fourth time.
She had lost track completely. All he knew was that she was so hot for Debbie. She moved her lips down to her friend's forehead and kissed her, then lifted Debbie to her feet and started to hug her.
"I want to make it with you so bad," she said. "Let's go back to your place."
"All right," Debbie said. "I want that, too: But pull your pants up before you step out of the booth. I think that's only suitable."
Tisa started to laugh, and she did what her friend said. She had been all ready to step out of the booth with her pants still down around her ankles, but she made sure that she looked proper before stepping out.
And as they started to walk outside, Debbie was talking.
You see, it was because of what my father did to me that I could get used to being bound and whipped. It doesn't turn me on so much, but it doesn't turn me off, either. A lot of actresses in these movies won't let that happen to them. I got paid a few hundred dollars because I was willing.
"Of course, it doesn't feel so hot while it's happening. I mean, there are cameras all around and all the people watching. I just try to get into the dicks or pussies that I'm with at the time, and try to forget about all the other people around me."
They walked a few more blocks, and Debbie was still talking.
"Maybe I should write my father a thank you note, just to let him know that if he hadn't abused me so much, I wouldn't be able to make a living. Of course, I'd even put something in with the note. Maybe I'll send a box of chocolate covered cherries. Poisoned, of course. So he gets my real message."
"That you still hate him?" Tisa asked.
"You got it. Hate is not even strong enough to describe the feelings."
And after they started to walk up the stairs, back to Debbie's apartment, she stopped talking about her father, and Tisa was happy about that. After all, she didn't want to be brought down. She wanted to have her pleasures take control of her body, and she wanted to be brought right up.
Both girls stripped in front of each other, and they both lay down on the bed. Debbie started to rub her body against Tisa's, and Tisa could feel the way the pleasure was already starting to surge through her. Then, Debbie was licking her way down, moving her mouth first to Tisa's breasts, then to her cunt.
She spread the cunt lips wide, and started to wiggle the clit back and forth. As she did that, Tisa moaned, and begged her friend to move her pussy right back over her face, which was just what Debbie did.
As Tisa felt the pussy moving down to her mouth, she started to come so hard, as this was what she had always dreamed about.
She noticed some lash marks on her friend's thighs, and she moved her tongue there first and started to lick her. She moved her tongue closer to Debbie's cunt, and started to lick her. As she pressed her tongue against Debbie's clit, she could feel all the juices rushing down into her mouth.
She sucked hard as she could, and the taste of them was making her come harder. Soon, both girls were lying on their sides, eating each other out, and as Debbie felt the way that Tisa licked her, she loved it, too.
She had been thinking about it ever since that time when Tisa had snuck into her room. She had sensed things even then, at least when it came to Tisa's feelings, and she had sensed the way her own feelings were starting to build up, too. She was feeling more and more attracted to Tisa.
When she had come for her third time, she pulled her mouth back and just let Tisa each her for a while. She had to catch her breath for a few seconds, and she could not do it while she was eating Tisa.
She did stroke her friend's body though, and as she did, she spoke softly.
"I would love you to come live here with me, Tisa. I know that you could get into these films, too. I mean, I've talked with some of the people about you and they think that you sound really perfect. You could make good money, and we could be together."
"I think I would like it," Tisa said, as she pulled her mouth away from Debbie's pussy, so she could catch her breath, too.
"Then you'll do it?" Debbie asked, and Tisa sat up.
She slid her fingers to her friend's nipples an; plucked at them. She pressed her palms down against the stiff nippled tits, and she could feel the way the nipples were starting to throb more under her touch.
"I don't know," Tisa said to her, and Debbie sat up then.
She wrapped her arms around her naked friend's body, and she moved her lips to Tisa's. As she kissed her, Tisa could feel the pleasure surging through her body, and Debbie knew it. Debbie even started to flick her tongue back and forth into her friend's mouth, and that increased their passion heat.
"Now, how can you tell me you don't know?" Debbie asked. "We feel so warm with each other. You know that we were made for each other."
"Yes, I do know that," Tisa said. "I've always felt it. There's only one thing. I mean, I want to get away from home and all."
"I know that. That's why I don't understand why you're stalling. You don't even have to go back now. You can just forget about home."
"I wish that I could," Tisa said. "But my mother has been really good to me. You always told me how much my mother loves me and all. I love her, too. I just can't run off until I know she'll be all right."
"She won't let you run off. You know that," Debbie said.
"She might. I'm going to talk to her. But in order to do that, I have to go back this afternoon, Debbie. But don't worry. It's not the end of us."