"Please, please, please stop!!" I begged the older women as she repeatedly slapped my tits. My boobs had gone from the color of cream to red and bruised.
"Do they not teach you how to play with titties in the hood?" Karen snarled. "What do they do over there? I bet you're used to sleeping in a dirty hovel, and yet you're complaining about laying in a king-sized bed with a sexy women touching your tits? Disgraceful."
She latched her mouth to my left nipple and sucked on it hard, as if she expected milk to come out. She let go after a few seconds and gave my tender pink nipple a hard squeeze, making me shudder. "I can't get enough of these pretty young tits, you've got." She said as if she was in a trance. "I could play with them 24/7 and never get bored."
I was handcuffed to the frame of the bed naked while Miss Karen had her fun with me. The others were playing with me earlier but got bored and left, but not Karen. She was never tired of mocking and hurting me. The worst part of this was I could feel my pussy getting moister by the minute. This was agony but I couldn't deny her attractiveness and her large breasts, while covered by a robe, were staring me in the face. Nipples hard as diamonds shown through the fabric and my mouth involuntarily salivated at the idea of suckling on them. I tried to avoid looking at them but that meant looking up at her face and peering into her eyes, and I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing how in pain and scared I was. I knew it would just turn her on more and make it worse. To make matters worse, there was a small butt plug stuffed in my ass, making me writher around uncomfortably. While not as large as the first one I had taken, it was still tight and made me feel like I was constipated and full. But I couldn't deny the fact that my vagina was still slimy and horny, was the idea of having my teen butt stuffed up like that against my will turning me on as well? I tried not to think about that, and I didn't want to think about touching myself either and give in to the fact that I was turned on by being tied up and played with by an evil harpy who just wanted to see me suffer. Unfortunately, Mistress Karen also noticed I was getting visibly turned on. She let out a snort of amusement and slapped my bald pussy, making me yelp. She sniffed her hand and rubbed the juices that now coated it. "God, you even smell like you came from a dirty home, did you grow up in a barn?"
I shook my head no, as I closed my eyes and pretended I was anywhere else in the world. "Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you pig!" She shouted and then smeared the sticky fluid on my face.
"Here, taste how dirty you smell. I bet you really did grow up in a barn the way you stink. I thought that unwashed scent came from the hood but now I think you just grew up in a stable, living with the pigs and cows. You don't have big enough tits to be considered a cow, but the way you move your bubble butt gives me serious piggy vibes. A nice cut of bacon that deserves to be treated right."
I was trapped in hell; the other women had left a while ago and while they had their fun teasing me and stuffing the plug in and out of my ass and watching me grimace while laughing and touching each other, this was so much worse than their teasing. This wasn't even teasing; she was just trying to humiliate me. She stuck a finger up my snatch and made me gasp; she moved it around inside a little bit, feeling my tight walls before withdrawing it and sticking it up my nose. "Do you smell that piggy?!" She shouted while holding her pussy juiced finger up my nostril. "Breathe it in, smell how gross you are. You are just trash that wandered in here looking for a payday, but you are going to have to pay your dues first. Now INAHLE!"
I inhaled as much as I could with a finger up my nose. It was awful, I wanted to scream and curse but I just did as she told me to do. "Do you agree that your pussy smells like it grew up on a farm?" She asked me sarcastically.
With no other choice I nodded. "Good, at least were on the same page now." She removed her finger and whipped it through my hair to clean it.
"You are nothing but a poor piggy who is a slave to us, understand?"
I was holding back tears. I didn't even know how to respond to a question like that. Karen slapped me across the face hard and grabbed my right boob and squeezed it tightly, digging her nails into the tender flesh. "YESSS I understand!" I tearfully cried out in pain.
"Alright then..." she got off the bed and looked me up and down with distaste in her eyes. "I'm gonna go and make myself some lunch, you lay there and think about how gross your pussy tastes. I hope your ass tastes better, if it doesn't I may have to throw you out of the house."
She finally left to go join her friends and I was left alone, handcuffed to the bed with pussy slime smeared across my face and a plug shoved up my asshole. My pussy had dried up after being slapped and abused so much but I could still feel the stickiness cling to my face. 'What have I gotten myself into?' I wondered.
I lay trapped in the bed for what felt like an eternity. It had been at least 2 hours since Mistress Karen left, and I was beginning to feel like I needed to use the restroom. I wiggled about as I felt the need to pee grow stronger the more I thought about it. I couldn't even imagine the horrors they would put me through if I pissed in their bed, so I twisted my legs tightly and tried not to think about my burning bladder. Some more time passed, and I couldn't wait much longer. I was sweating and wiggling relentlessly, if I didn't pee soon I was afraid I may get a bladder infection. I called out for my mistresses, but no one responded. This was agony, and to make things even worse, I could feel a small pressure building in my bottom, cramming against the plug blocking the exit. I needed to use the bathroom as soon as possible before I ruined my chances for a college tuition. My tummy gurgled; my breakfast was itching to leave my body, but I couldn't do a thing about it. My eyes darted around the room, I felt like a caged animal who needed to be let out. I then heard footsteps walking towards the room and my heart leapt out of my chest as Miss Anna walked in. "Has Karen still not freed you?" She asked laughing. "That women really likes to see you suffer, can't say I blame her though."
Her eyes moved up and down my body hungerly. "You do look ravishing my dear, like a lost lamb begging for her mother. Would you like me to free you?" She asked in a sweet tone.
"PLEASEEE Mistress Anna, I need to go to the bathroom! It's an emergency!"
