Little Darlings

by

Robin Lane

Sandy walked along the side of the decaying asphalt road, clutching her ragged sweater about herself as tightly as she could against the chill of the late evening rain. Locks of her light brown hair, soaked and dripping with rainwater, dangled loosely in front of her face. Her tattered and filthy canvas shoes plopped through the shallow puddles on the pavement, and her thin blue skirt, stained and hopelessly dirty, swayed limply back and forth with each step. She felt cold, tired, and so very hungry. She could not recall the last time she had a full meal, and the scraps of meat she and potato peelings she found yesterday in that trash can outside those old apartments tasted rotten, which they probably were, crawling with those tiny insects. Still, her stomach cramped and growled so badly that she would have eaten anything... if she had anything. Right now, even that garbage sounded good.

She plodded on down the vacant road... wet, cold, hungry and miserable. The gray darkness deepened slowly. The rain wasn't that heavy, but the mist it kicked up as it struck the ground obscured everything around her so that she could barely see the trees on either side of the road. All she could do was keep following the edge of the road, walking unsteadily, shivering and sniffling. Her frail, ragged clothes barely stayed on her thin white body, and she could even feel the threadbare fabric of her dress tearing little by little with each step. She felt so alone and tired and helpless, and she wept softly, her tears vanishing into the rivulets of rain that trickled down her face as she made her way slowly down the road and further into the gathering dark.

Almost as soon as the last meager fragments of light vanished, threatening to leave her in total darkness, she saw a single light appear some distance ahead, flickering through the dark and the mist. First it flashed red, then yellow, and repeated the sequence every couple of seconds. Her heart brightened, and she quickened her pace in response to the light's promise of shelter... maybe even something to eat.

Too weak to run, she walked as quickly as her shaking legs would permit. The red and yellow flashes grew stronger... closer.... Then suddenly she was on it, and saw that it was an electric sign on a tall pole. The plastic covering over the lights made a slight drumming noise as she read the sign. "Valley Motel" it read, and below that, flickering and buzzing, she saw a neon sign, it's tubes twisted into the words 'no vacancy,' just barely light enough for her to read through the mist.

Sandy looked to her right, and almost smiled, clutching her sweater tighter, then loosening it quickly as she heard a vulgar tearing noise at her shoulder. She looked at it, and saw that the decaying sweater's arm was almost completely pulled off. Her few rags of clothes would not last much longer. She knew she would have to find something else to wear soon or go naked, and food as well or she would surely starve to death. But the most pressing thing at the moment was finding some shelter... to get out of the rain and try to dry off as best she could.

She looked around again, and through the mist she could just barely make out the outlines of a few low buildings with cars parked in front of them... the motel, she guessed. Slowly, cautiously, she approached, ready to run at the slightest noise. The small motel apparently had only eight rooms and each one had a car parked in front. Soft light shown from the windows. To her left, she saw a small bungalow with large pane windows and an unlit sign over the glass door that read, 'office.' The building was dark, the office closed for the night.

Sandy felt her despair chill her again, and she tried her best to resist it. Through the patter of the rain, she could hear the murmur of voices and radio music coming from the rooms. But outside, no one stirred. The tenants were all warm and dry in their rooms. Sandy wished in her heart she were one of them. But how could she be... a sixteen-year-old runaway from a foster home where she was treated like an animal. She had nothing... no money, no education, no vehicle... and as she felt the dress, fragile from wear and heavy with rainwater, tear a little bit at her waist, she would soon have no clothes either. She was alone, and no one cared for or about her. She hung her head and wept in the rain.

Presently, she walked around to the side of the motel, looking for someplace to get out of the rain. All she saw when she came around behind the office was a tall blue dumpster with rusted edges and flaking white lettering she could not read in the darkness. Beyond that, she could see a sharp drop-off into a deep ravine. She could see no further.

She felt dizzy from hunger and cold, and knew she could go no further. As sordid as it was, the dumpster was the best shelter she could expect for now. There was just nothing else except the rain.

Sandy pulled her wet hair away from her face, and walked up to the dumpster. She found the side panel, and pulled it open with a low droning noise of wet, rusty steel on wet, rusty steel. The stench of rotten garbage immediately assaulted her nose, almost making her wretch. Forcing herself to breathe the foul, wet odor, she looked inside. The dumpster had apparently been recently emptied. Only a few white bags full of garbage lay inside, almost covering the muck-coated floor. The same putrid crud covered the steel walls. Above her, the lid drummed dully from the raindrops. But the white bags seemed free of puddles as far as Sandy could tell, so she jumped and pulled herself into the panel opening. With a clumsy sprawl, she tumbled into the dumpster and fell onto the bags.

The stench of the inside was almost overpowering, but at least she was out of the rain. And the white garbage bags felt lumpy, and made crumpling sounds as Sandy moved on them. Clambering around on the bags, she tried to make herself comfortable.

Each movement, though, made Sandy's dress and sweater tear more and more, almost shredding themselves into rags. She decided the best thing, for the moment, would be to try to get them dry. She stood up as erect as she could, and carefully removed her sweater. She found high peak of the garbage bags, and laid it out as flat as possible, hoping it would be enough to allow it to dry. Then she lifted her dress up and over her head. She did her best not to damage it further, but it was no good. The soaked fabric tore easily at the slightest strain, and Sandy felt it fall apart as she pulled it away from her body. In the dim light that leaked into the dumpster from the flashing sign, she saw in her hands what was left of her dress. It was now just a rag, with no solid seams.

That was it. Even the sweater would do her no good now. She had nothing, not even clothes. Angrily, Sandy screamed and threw the wad of rags that used to be her dress against the dumpster wall. It hit with a dull, ringing thud. Sandy fell forward and lay on the plastic garbage bags. Despair overwhelmed her, and she wept bitterly, her thin white body completely exposed. She didn't even have a bra or panties... not for weeks now. She was completely naked and exposed. She felt vulnerable and helpless and alone. All she could do was lie naked on the plastic bags, shivering against the cold, and cry. Her small tits quivered slightly on her slim chest with each sob, and even her pussy felt cold. The drumming of the rain drowned out the sounds of her sorrow. No one heard her. Eventually, weariness and weakness overcame her, and she drifted off to sleep.

Sandy had no idea how long she had been asleep, but it could not have been more than an hour, when a clambering noise filled the dumpster and woke her. She jumped and turned quickly, just in time to see another pale, shabby-looking form tumble through the panel opening and into the Dumpster with her. Frozen with panic, she gasped and stared at the person that rose clumsily from the floor to stand above her. "Omigod!" said a high, sweet feminine voice that seemed surprised. The person stood still, looking down at Sandy's naked body.

The visitor looked to be another young girl, Sandy could tell, about her own age an certainly no bigger. She wore tattered cut-off blue jean shorts and a ragged tee shirt too filthy to be white any more. She stared at Sandy, open mouthed and shivering. Sandy stared back, not sure what to do or say.

"I'm sorry," said the girl, her long black hair dangling in wet tangles about her face as she wrapped her arms around herself, "I... I'm sorry... I didn't know there was anyone in here." The girl shook visibly in the dim light.

Sandy felt only fear, but it seemed to be quickly fading to simmering anger. "Get out!" she said, "I was here first!"

The girl stammered. "Is... Is there another dumpster around here?" she asked meekly, "Or an old shack or barn or something, do you know?"

"No, I don't," responded Sandy, her fear not completely gone, "Now get out!"

The slim, shivering girl turned slowly toward the panel opening where she entered, and Sandy thought she heard her whimpering. The girl turned back toward Sandy slowly. "Please," she said softly, "I... I'm cold and wet, and there isn't anyplace else that I can find." She looked at Sandy with a dejected look on her face, her eyes pleading. "I promise I won't hurt you. Please let me stay in here with you, please?"

Sandy almost screamed at the intruder, but stopped herself. She had climbed into this filthy garbage bin for the same reason this girl had. She felt compassion warm her fear and calm her anger, but she still did not know how to respond.

"I have some food," said the girl, "I'll share it if you want. Are you hungry?"

Sandy felt her heart leap. Food! She was hungry... very hungry. Even though she did not know this girl, the prospect of a meal, or just a snack, sounded very good. "What have you got," she asked.

The girl smiled and reached down to the floor, then lifted up a small canvas bag. "It's not much," she said as she sat on the full garbage bags. Sandy almost recoiled from the closeness of the girl, but settled when she saw that her open the bag. "I just have a few chocolate bars and an old cinnamon roll, and also a can of orange soda." She pulled out the cellophane-wrapped roll, and offered it to Sandy.

The naked girl snatched the roll from the intruder's small hand, and ripped franticly at the wrapping, eating it almost before the cellophane was completely torn away. It was dry and crumbly, but Sandy reveled in the sweet, cinnamon flavor. She greedily devoured it, and even licked the cellophane.

The other girl giggled. "You're welcome!" she said, her voice sounding a little lighter.

Sandy swallowed and licked her lips, and returned the girl's smile. "Sorry," she said, "I'm just so hungry. I've had nothing to eat for three days except some dry potato peelings. Thank you very much."

"It's okay," said the girl, and handed Sandy a new chocolate bar, "I guess I'm not the only one who's been eating garbage. I stole these yesterday from a pickup truck."

Sandy took the candy bar, and began removing the wrapper. "I'm sorry, too," she said, "I just didn't expect anyone else to come in here. I've been walking in the rain all day, and this is the only dry place I could find that didn't require money." She began greedily munching the tasty chocolate.

The girl tore the wrapper off of another candy bar, and began nibbling it. "You're a runaway, aren't you?" Sandy nodded, but said nothing. "Me, too," continued the girl, "for six weeks now. I come from New York. I'm headed to Columbia, Missouri."

"Family there?" asked Sandy, her mouth half full of the sweet chocolate.

"My... uh, just a friend," said the girl, "She said if I ever needed help, I could go to her. She'll take me in and take care of me and all I have to do is be her...." She fell quiet, and turned her attention to the chocolate.

Sandy felt a little intrigued by the girl's sudden silence, swallowed the last of the chocolate bar, and tossed aside the empty wrapper. "You're lucky," she said, "At least you have some place to go. I don't have anyone or anything."

"Not even any clothes?" asked the girl, "You're quite pretty... being naked and all."

Her words almost startled Sandy. She had forgotten about her lack of clothing, and she meekly tried to cover her exposed titties with her arm. "Oh, shit," she said, "I was so excited about food I forgot I was bare. My dress is over there, but it's just a rag now. I have my sweater, but I think it's in the same condition. Do you have any spare clothes in that bag?"

The girl swallowed the last of her chocolate bar. "I'm sorry, but I don't," she said, "And what I have on isn't going to last more than another day or two. Then I think I'll be as naked as you." She tossed aside the empty candy wrapper, and extended a hand. "My name is Grace," she said, "and you are...."

"Sandy."

The two girls shook hands, and Sandy felt comforted by the other girl's touch, and held the soft, dainty hand for a few moments before reluctantly letting go.

"Nice to meet you, I guess," said Sandy, pulling back her tangled brown locks from her face. "You look to be about my age."

"Seventeen," said Grace, "Where are you from?"

"Arlington, Virginia," replied Sandy, "but I'll never go back there. I don't think I would survive the first day after my foster parents get their hands on me again. They're why I ran away. I got tired of being beaten and...." She hesitated to continue.

"Raped?" said Grace as she lay back on the plastic bags, "That's why I left. My father's just an animal, and I didn't like Albany anyway." She shuffled closer to Sandy, still shivering. "Look, I'm cold and wet, and I'm sure you are, too. If you would trust me that far, we could hold each other and it would help us keep warmer. It's hours until daybreak, and I don't think the rain is going to let up for at least two more days."

Sandy shivered, the chill in the air reminding her of the truth of Grace's words. A little hesitantly, she agreed. The two pretty teen girls embraced, and lay back on the plastic bags of garbage.

Sandy immediately felt warmer, and she snuggled tightly against Grace's body. Her new friend seemed stronger than she did, but not by much, and Sandy felt further calmed by Grace's slow, easy breathing. Her tummy also felt a little warmer now as she felt her body beginning to respond to fresh nourishment. She held tightly to Grace, feeling her slightly smaller tits through the thin tee. She felt a little jealous of Grace, but didn't want to leave the warmth and comfort of her embrace. It felt so good, almost sensual, and Sandy felt her pussy begin to tingle in response. It almost alarmed her. She had never had sexual feelings for a girl before. She thought about the one boy she had fucked six months before, behind the cafeteria at her school in Albany. That was great. But besides her foster parents, that was she had ever experienced sexually. "Gee, Grace," she said eventually, "I'm so jealous of you. I wish I had a place to go and a friend to stay with." Then she fell silent, listening to the droning of the rain on the dumpster lid and enjoying the other girl's warm body.

"Maybe you could go, too," said Grace.

The words seemed almost odd to Sandy, and she lifted her head. She found herself looking into Grace's dark eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Grace smiled a little hesitantly. "Well," she said softly, "It's a little hard to explain. Do you know what BDSM is?"

Sandy thought for a moment. She had heard of it, but knew very little. "You mean, like, people who get off on pain? Like sex slaves... and their Masters?"

"Or... Mistresses... yes," said Grace, "The lady I am going to in Columbia is a BDSM Mistress. I met her about a year ago, and she taught me about what she did... her lifestyle, I guess you could call it. It sounded like fun, but I didn't take it seriously. Now, though, I don't have anything else, but Carla... that's her name, Mistress Carla... she gave me her picture with her address on the back, and said if I was ever interested, I could come to her. All I would have to do is... well...." Her words broke, but Sandy listened intently for her to continue. "She said that all I had to do was let her keep me as a sex slave, and train me that way."

"Aren't you scared?" asked Sandy, "I would be scared of the pain."

"It's not bad, really," answered Grace, "She used a paddle on my ass a couple of times, which made me cry but it was very exciting. I also liked it when she tied me to a table and fucked me."

"Mm.... " said Sandy, and she smiled, "Getting fucked does sound good. But do you think she... Carla... um, Mistress Carla would take me as well. I don't know about becoming a sex slave, but I sure do need a place to stay."

"I don't know, " replied Grace, her voice a little brighter now, "but even if she didn't, you wouldn't be any worse off than you are now."

Sandy sighed. The prospect did seem foreign... almost alien. But Grace was right. There was no harm in checking it out. What could she loose, after all... her clothes. "How would we get there?" she asked, "I don't have anything to wear now."

"Well, we would have to stay off the roads anyway," said Grace, "but I've been in this part of the country several times with my father. I think I know a way we can get there. We just have to stay out of sight."

"I see," said Sandy, and she snuggled back into Grace's warm embrace, her mind racing with thoughts that made her tremble. "A sex slave... to a woman. I'm no virgin, but I've never been with another female before."

Grace lifted her head and smiled at Sandy, and the two young, pretty girls gazed into each other's eyes. "I can teach you a little," she said, "Do you want to try?"

Sandy looked up at her, a little afraid, but the prospect of making love... feeling loved... seemed tremendously inviting to her. Despite the cold and the stench of garbage around them, she found herself nodding slightly.

Grace held Sandy tightly, and slowly pressed her companion's. Sandy trembled with uncertainty, but did not resist as she felt Grace's warm tongue slither between her lips and invade her mouth. Almost instinctively, she began to gently suck it, and Grace responded by moaning with pleasure.

The two girls kissed deeply for several minutes. Sandy found herself responding to the dark-haired girl's warm embrace and wet, wiggling tongue. Her hips began slowly grinding, and her pussy tingled and throbbed despite the cold. Grace moved one hand around to Sandy's chest, cupped it over her soft, wet tit, and began gently massaging. Sandy didn't know what to do, so she just lay still, letting Grace do as she pleased. The girl's warm kisses and gentle caresses made Sandy's heart flutter. Almost without thinking, she spread her legs, exposing her tight, throbbing cunt to her new friend.

Grace took the cue without breaking the kiss. She removed her hand from Sandy's boob, twitching the stiff little nipple slightly as she did so, and slowly slid her hand down the brunette girl's tummy, through the few curls of pussy hair, and gently slipped two fingers into Sandy's warm, dripping cunt. Sandy moaned with pleasure as she felt the dainty fingers slip into her hole. Grace never broke the kiss, but began dipping her fingers in and out of Sandy's hot pussy.

Sandy responded by grinding her hips faster. She kiss her new friend back, and moved her hands up under Grace's wet tee to stroke and squeeze the firm, supple... if somewhat smaller... titties. Grace moaned, and began finger-fucking Sandy's pussy faster.

Without warning, Sandy felt her excitement explode through her. She jerked, muscles tightened, as she came hard and quickly, her cunt spewing a thick stream of steamy cunt honey all over Grace's hand.

The dark-haired girl finally broke their kiss to watch Sandy quiver in ecstasy under her. She giggled joyfully, but without mocking, as Sandy's spasms faded to labored breathing. "Well," she said, her voice sounding light and playful, "I guess getting fucked by another girl isn't such a bad thing, is it?"

Sandy opened her eyes, and gazed almost lovingly up at her friend. She felt brutally exhausted now, and her head spun. "I... I guess..." she said, "I want... I want to do the s... same for you, but I think I'm going to pass out." She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, wallowing in the afterglow of her ecstasy.

"It's alright," said Grace softly, and lifted her pussy-juice-soaked hand to own mouth, and licked her nasty fingers. Then she wrapped her arms around her companion once again, and held her tightly. "I did it for you," she continued, "besides, I feel tired myself. Let's try to get some sleep, okay Sandy?"

The brown-haired girl smiled, embraced her companion, and closed her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice soft and breathy, "It was very nice. Thank you, Grace." She relaxed, letting the warmth of the raven-haired girl's young, firm body flow into her.

There was silence for a few moments, then Grace whispered. "Tomorrow, we head for Columbia and Mistress Carla," she said, then lay her head next to Sandy's and was still.

Sandy smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She forgot about her somewhat sated hunger for the moment. Not even the stench of the dumpster bothered her now. She felt much happier and warmer... not to mention more hopeful... than she did just a couple of hours ago. Even if the rain didn't stop, the morning already seemed brighter.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sandy blinked her eyes, and opened them slightly. Darkness still surrounded her, and rain still beat on the lid of the dumpster. She felt insects crawling on her tits, and quickly brushed them off. Vaguely, she became aware that she was alone amidst the garbage and stench of rotten food, and she sat up. Her heart sank as she thought that the previous evening might have been entirely a dream, and that Grace... beautiful, kind Grace... was a figment of her imagination.

No... it was real. At Sandy's feet was the other girl's small canvas bag. She smiled to herself, content for the moment in knowing that the previous night's delights were real.

The gray light that streamed in from the open slide panel did indeed seem stronger, almost overcoming the flickering light from the sign a few dozen yards away, and sounds of auto engines idling drifted in, heard through the drone of raindrops on thin place steel above her head. Sandy decided that morning must be approaching, and that Grace had left to go searching for something.

She felt a pang in her stomach, and looked again at the bag. Grace was not in the dumpster, but surely she would be back for the bag... wouldn't she? Sandy reached for the bag, and opened it. Inside, she found only two chocolate bars like the one she ate earlier. She looked at the candy, and almost without thinking took one of the bars out of the bag. She licked her lips hungrily. It wasn't hers, she knew, but she felt so hungry. She almost hated herself for it, but she decided to eat it, and hoped that Grace would understand. She sat the bag down. Her fingers trembled as she slowly tore open the wrapper. She broke the bar in half, and began munching one of the halves slowly. She did not have any idea when she would eat next, and was afraid to look in the garbage bags. She dared not guess what she might find in them. . She wanted to gobble it down, but she tried to control the urge and savor the flavor.

"Did you save some for me?"

Sandy looked up, startled, her firm little titties jiggling on her chest as she stared at the smiling face of Grace. The other girl stood outside, again soaked in rain that still fell... heavier than before, it seemed to Sandy. She felt she had been a naughty little girl, stealing another's candy, and had been caught. "I... I'm so sorry, Grace," she mumbled, her hands trembling, "I'm just so hungry that I couldn't...."

"It's okay, really," said Grace as she flipped her wet locks away from her face, "We can split it. Give me that other half, please." She held out her hand.

Sandy returned Grace's easy smile, and gave her the other half of the chocolate bar. They consumed the candy greedily, and it was gone in moments. Grace licked her lips, then wiped the water from her face. "We have to get out of here," she said, "The motel office just opened, and people are starting to move around outside. Hand me my bag, would you please?"

Sandy shuffled around on the garbage bags, and handed the canvas bag to her friend. "Where are we going to go?" she asked, "I don't have anything to wear except my shoes and sweater." She reached down to pick up the sweater. It was still soaked, and almost disintegrated to threads in her hands from it's own weight. Sandy frowned, almost cried, and tossed it back down. "Well, now not even the sweater. Now I'm completely nude. What will I do?"

"Empty a trash bag," said Grace as she shouldered her bag, "then tear a hole in the bottom for your head and two on the sides for your arms. We can't stay on the road anyway. Too much traffic. But I think I have found an old hunting trail back beyond the ravine. It looks like it goes West for some distance into the woods, though I'm not sure how far. We can take that as far as we can."

Sandy nodded her head in agreement. Gingerly, almost overcome with disgust, she lifted up one of the bags, untied the top, and dumped it out. Then she pulled open a hole in the bottom of the bag, and two more on the sides. She then handed it to Grace. "I'll put it on outside," she said, "Help me out of here." She stood unsteadily on the bags, and stepped to the panel opening. With a slight jump, she pulled naked body up and over the edge, feeling the harsh edges of the wet steel bite cruelly into the soft, delicate skin of her tummy as she tumbled out. Grace grabbed her shoulders to keep her from falling to the ground, then helped her pull herself erect.

"Wow," said the dark-haired girl as she stared at Sandy's slim body, "You really are very pretty! I would even say beautiful! I mean... you're dripping with that nasty muck from the garbage, but you look soooooo sexy anyway. I love your body... especially those sweet titties!"

"Thanks, but now I have to cover it up," said Sandy with a smile, but she grabbed the white garbage bag, and she flipped the bag out straight. Clumsily, she pulled it over her head. It stuck to her wet body wherever it touched, making the task difficult, but it did fit over her, though it just barely did extend down far enough to conceal her pussy and ass. She pulled her hair out straight, and smiled at the raven-tressed girl, seeing the pert little nipples plainly visible against the thin fabric of her tee shirt. "You lead the way," she said, "Only you know where we are going." Grace laughed. Then she took Sandy by the hand, and together they scampered around behind the motel, leaving the dumpster behind.

Sand breathed the fresh air deeply as Grace led her toward a break in the edge of the ravine. She was glad to get out of stench of garbage and away from the bugs that slithered over her body all night. She trotted along a half step behind the other girl, still holding her hand. Like herself, Grace wore small, dirty white canvas shoes on her small, dainty feet. The short pants showed off her friend's long sleek thighs quite well, and held her ass tight so that the round cheeks bounced and quivered with each step. Already, Sandy could feel excited sparks of desire tickle her pussy.

They came to the ravine, and Sandy looked over the edge. Her friend had found a narrow, though muddy, path down to the stream below which trickled over some rocks. The other side was steep and rocky, but it looked climbable. "Come on," said Grace, and she stepped down onto the muddy path. Sandy followed, carefully placing her steps to keep from slipping.

It took only moments, and they were at the bottom of the ravine. The motel... indeed all other signs of civilization... vanished behind the trees that towered over the two girls. Gingerly, they stepped on the stones in the shallow stream, and made their wobbly way to the other side. Grace then let go of Sandy's hand, and began climbing up the rocks. Tree roots and other debris stuck out from between the rocks, and tore at the clothes, ripping open her tee to expose her chest. Sandy gasped at the lovely sight of Graces smallish, though quite lovely, white titties. The exposed titflesh quivered, crowned with tiny pink nipples drawn up stiff from the chill air. "Shit!" cried Grace angrily, "Now I can cover up either!" She clambered up to the top, and ripped off the remaining shreds of her tee shirt, then tossed the rags aside.

Sandy laughed, and climbed up the rocks herself. "Don't be so modest," she said, trying to make her voice sound light and musical, "You have really nice tits, too!" She set her foot on a loose rock, and it slipped. She fell about a foot before she regained herself, but the garbage bag she wore hooked on an exposed tree root. As she pulled herself up again, it ripped the thin plastic, exposing her right tit to the open air.

Grace laughed as she shouldered her bag again, then reached down to take Sandy's hand and pulled her up. "I guess you shouldn't have made fun of me, right?"

The two laughed together, and Sandy felt comforted. There was no malice in Grace's voice. The both enjoyed looking at the other's titties, it seemed. Still, she tried to lift the torn shred of plastic back up over her exposed tit. It fell away immediately. "Well," she said, "So much for that. It was a good idea though. Let's just keep going."

Grace smiled and nodded. Then she turned away from the ravine, and headed up a gently sloping rise, weaving her way between the trees. Sandy followed.

At the top of the rise, and stood at the edge of the trees, looking out over a meadow of tall brown grass. Through the rain, Sandy saw the outline of more trees on the other side of the rise summit. Grace continued on for several steps, and Sandy followed close behind until they came to parallel ruts of an overgrown vehicle trail that ran to the trees on either side of the meadow.

"This is it," said Grace, "If I remember right, the motel is south of us, so this trail goes east and west." She pointed to her left. "This way," she said, and started along the path.

"Just a second," said Sandy, standing still as Grace stopped and looked at her. The brown-haired girl clutched at the torn garbage bag she wore. "I can't take this," she continued, "It's uncomfortable, and it sticks to me. It's really, bothersome, and it still stinks. I can't wear it."

"Well," said Grace with a shrug, "What do you suggest? I don't have anything else for you."

Sandy sighed heavily, then angrily grasped the fragile plastic. "What the hell," she said, and pulled at the bag. The thin white plastic ripped easily, and she yanked it impatiently off and away from her body. She tossed the torn bag aside, and stood with her hands on her hips, breathing heavily... naked and fully exposed in the rain. "At least you still have your shorts," she said, trying but failing to smile.

Grace smirked, and set down her bag again. "It doesn't matter," she said, "They're almost destroyed anyway. Look." She hooked her thumbs into the waist of the tattered denim, and pushed down. As if on cue, the fragile fabric tore, falling away from Grace's hips in frayed rags. Without even stepping out of them, the dark-haired girl pulled the pants... what was left of them, away from her body.

A look of pleased surprise came across Sandy's face as she looked at her friend, noting Grace sleek white hips and almost completely hairless pussy mound. "You don't have any underwear, either?" she said, the question not really demanding an answer. She just breathed heavily as she gazed lustfully at the beautiful, slim naked girl before her. Grace also had smears of garbage filth covering her lovely body.

"I haven't worn underwear since my tits started to grow," she said, and then bent and picked up her bag, pulling the strap up and over her shoulder, "Now, I am just like you... completely naked... and we have no choice but to push on.

"Actually, it seems kind of exciting," said Sandy with a smile, and she chuckled, "I kind of feel like a naughty wood nymph, like in the old Greek stories."

Grace smiled and laughed as well. "It's more like those nasty porno movies," she said, "but you're right. It does almost feel fun." She reached out to Sandy's chest, and tugged at her left nipple, making the glistening wet titmeat quiver and jiggle happily. Sandy laughed, and playfully shook her chest back and forth, making her titties wobble and bounce for her friend.

Again, Grace smiled at Sandy, and turned back to the trail, headed west. The two lovely, naked young girls pranced lightly down the trail, the cool rain falling on their skin as they trotted along down the rise and into the trees again. Though they were wet and naked and hungry, Sandy felt very playful and happy. It seemed rather natural, to her, to be cavorting like a playful child... or, more correctly, like a nasty little slut... with her equally naked and nasty slut friend. They made their way along the path, almost dancing between the trees as the rain continued to fall. The only sound breaking through the patter of raindrops was their own laughter as they trotted along the trail, splashing through shallow puddles and occasionally swatting each other on the bare, jiggling ass.

They continued along the path most of the day. Eventually, they stopped the happy prancing and playful naked dancing in the rain, and just walked. Several times, they stopped and rested on the soft wet grass. To distract themselves from their hunger, they played with each other's soft, firm titties and tender ass cheeks. It worked... mostly. Though the pangs were a constant reminder to Sandy of her need for nourishment, she was more than happy to feel her friend's caresses and to return them.

As the day wore on toward late afternoon, the steady rain began to thin. The two naked girls still walked along the path through the woods, their steps falling heavier now as the shuffled through the mud. Their small shoes protected their delicate feet from sharp objects, but were irritatingly uncomfortable when wet. And hunger kept gnawing at their tummies.

The rain had completely stopped and the light was beginning to fade when the trail and the trees ended at the edge of a field that appeared to have been recently plowed and planted. Grace pointed toward the far edge of the field, and Sandy smiled as she saw a small farmhouse next to another building, probably a barn. Ducking back behind the trees lest they be seen, the two naked and filthy girls considered the possibilities. They decided to wait for darkness, then sneak up to the house and see if they could find an outside food storage, and maybe some clothes.

They did not have to wait long, as darkness fell quickly. With Grace in the lead, the crept across the muddy plowed field. Despite the darkness, there appeared to be no light in the house, though it looked well kept. Nothing else stirred around them, though they heard an occasional 'mooo' from the barn.

As they approached the house, Sandy could still not see any lights. There were fresh tire tracks in the mud of the driveway, indicating that the occupants were probably gone for the time being.

"What do you think," asked Sandy, licking her lips as she stared at the house.

"It looks like nobody's home," replied Grace, "And I sure could use something to eat. Let's check it out."

They two naked teen girls crept up slowly to the back door and up the wooden steps as quietly as possible. Grace put her hand on the doorknob, and carefully turned. The latch fell easily, almost without a sound, and the door swung inward at the slightest push. The dark-haired girl turned to Sandy and smiled. "It's open," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

"Still, be careful," whispered Sandy back to her, "There could still be someone here."

Grace nodded, and slowly pushed the door inward. Inside, with only the light coming through the window, Sandy could see they were in the kitchen. It looked clean and tidy, and the aroma of cooking hung in the air. "I'll check for food," said Grace, "You go upstairs and see if you can't find some clothes for us. Be quiet, but hurry! We don't know if anyone is still here, or when they will be back if they are gone." Sandy nodded in agreement, and moved as quietly as she could toward through the kitchen front entrance into the dining room. Behind her, she heard her friend carefully open the refrigerator door and rummage through the contents.

Sandy continued toward the front of the house. All was still dark and quiet and still. She found the stairs, and crept as carefully as she could up the steps into the upstairs hallway. There were three rooms, all with their doors standing wide open. Nothing but darkness in them, broken only by the fading light from outside.

She poked her head into the first room. No one there, but it appeared to be a small child's room with a tiny bed and a few toys scattered on the floor. The second room was also vacant, but it appeared to be a guestroom. There was no closet or dresser, just a bed and a vanity. She slowly crept out and went to the third room.

Like the others, this room was also void of any person except Sandy. She smiled, deciding there really was no one at home, and hurried into the room to check it out. This one seemed to be furnished for adults. The windows, covered in lacy drapes, faced the front of the house. The bed was large and solid, covered in thick quilts and large, fluffy pillows in blue silk cases. On the far wall stood a tall, deep wooden dresser. Sandy approached it, but stopped when she glanced at the vanity next to the window and saw herself in the mirror.

She was filthy, and it showed even in the dim light. She wanted a bath so badly. She thought about finding the bathroom and taking a quick shower. She approached the mirror, and looked closer at herself. Her face clearly showed blotches of crud and filth, as did her tummy and her tits... indeed, her entire slim body. She became suddenly aware of the stench of garbage that came from her body, and she wrinkled her nose at the stench, glancing downward.

She stopped again as she looked at an object on the vanity. She grinned when she saw that the gleaming pink object was a large plastic dildo. She gingerly picked it up and looked at it, forgetting clothes for the moment. She had seen one before, but had never held one in her hand. The rubbery plastic was soft to her fingers, almost like the shaft of a real cock. As she gazed at it, she felt her pussy begin to tingle again, and could smell her juices beginning to flow out of her fuckhole. She licked her lips, think what she could do with....

A flash of light pierced into the room through the window. Sandy's heart almost stopped, and still holding the dildo, she stepped to the window and peered out. Some distance away down the muddy driveway, but approaching fast, she could see a pair of headlights moving on the other side of the trees.

"Shit!" she almost screamed, and ran out of the room and down the stairs, her dirty titties bouncing and dancing on her chest with each step. She hurried into the kitchen, and found Grace still taking items from a cabinet and placing them in her bag. "There's someone coming!" said Sandy, "We need to get out of here!"

Grace dropped the last item into her bag, pulled the strap over her shoulder, and the two girls bolted for the back door. Outside, Grace held up her hand, and looked around the corner of the house. The vehicle, a pickup truck, slowed down as it approached the front door of the house, illuminating the entire area. She turned to Sandy. "We can't go back the way we came," she said, "They'll see us. Follow me!" Then she began running toward the far side of the barn. Sandy followed close behind.

Behind the barn, the two lovely naked young girls stopped, and Grace looked around the corner. Sandy heard the truck pull up to the house, and the engine shut off. A moment later, there was the noise of auto doors opening and closing, and a murmur of voices. "Do you think they might have seen us?" she whispered, crouching behind her friend.

"I don't think so," said Grace, "but lets not stick around to find out." She turned around, and hurried past Sandy toward the back of the barn. Sandy followed quickly. They came to a fence made of wide planks, and Grace threw her bag over the top, then gracefully climbed up and over. Sandy did the same, still clutching the dildo in her hand, unaware that she still had it. Once over the fence, the two girls bolted across a grassy pasture, stepping in some soggy cow pies as they ran. They did not stop or slow down, however, until they reached the far side, and climbed over another fence. The woods were close now, and the two girls darted into the shadows of the trees. They kept moving until the farm was completely out of sight. The trees suddenly ended again, and they almost stumbled into the ruts of what seemed to be an extension of the hunter's road they had followed all day.

"Let's stop here," said Grace, breathing heavily as she stooped down and sat cross-legged in the tall grass. The moon had broken through the clouds, casting a pale gray light on the two girls as they sat quietly together, breathing heavily... sweet, small titties rising and falling in the pale moonlight.

"Did you get any clothes?" asked Grace.

"No, sorry," replied Sandy, "I saw the lights, and I panicked."

"What is that in your hand, then?"

Sandy looked at the dildo. "Damn it!" she cried, angry at herself, "It just that damn dildo I found. I just picked it up to look at it. I didn't even know I still had it." She looked up at her friend, feeling very small and silly. "I'm so sorry, Grace. I'm such an idiot!"

Sandy lifted her hand to throw the long, thick cunt-stuffer away, but Grace stopped her. "No, don't," she said, and took the rubbery dildo out of Sandy's small hand, "We can keep that. Besides, as fast as they came back, you probably would not have had time to find anything to wear anyhow. And I got a whole bag full of food, some of it in cans, and I even found a can opener!" She held the dildo up, wagging it back and forth in the light, and giggled at it. "Yeah... we can make use of this!" She lowered it again, and slipped it into the bag as well, then turned to Sandy. "Let's eat!" she said with a bright smile.

Feeling better about herself now, Sandy smiled back at her friend, and nodded her head. She licked her lips as Grace took a half-full loaf of bread from the canvas bag, and then a small package of sliced salami. They made several sandwiches, and wolfed them down hungrily. Sandy quickly felt her strength returning as she ate, and enjoyed the full feeling in her tummy immensely.

At last, the two naked young girls decided they were full, and lay back in the damp grass, contentedly rubbing their slightly bulging tummies.

"That was wonderful," said Sandy, "It's been days since I've been able to eat any good food at all, much less my fill." She turned her head and looked at her lovely, filthy companion lying beside her on the grass, her dirty body gleaming in the moonlight. "I'm so glad I met you, Grace. Thank you."

Grace chuckled, which made her small titties dance and jiggle on her slim chest. She put her hand on Sandy's smooth, dirty white thigh, and patted the soft, tender skin. "No charge," she said, "but I do know how you can pay me back." She reached over into the bag again, and took out the dildo.

Sandy leaned up on her elbow, and took the fake dong in her hand as Grace handed it to her. "You can use that on me," the dark-haired girl said with a smile, and she spread her legs wide, opening up her pink-lipped pussy slit.

Sandy grasped for words, but could only laugh as she held the long, thick, pink dildo in her hand. "I've never used one of these before," she said, and she smiled at her friend.

Grace only chuckled again. "It's not hard," she said, "Just put the tip to my pussy and push it in. I feel so good right now, I doubt it would take much to get me excited. Give it a try."

Sandy curled on corner of her mouth up in a wry smile, but decided the toy was too soft to actually hurt her friend. Carefully, she moved the dildo down between Grace's lovely spread legs, and ran the tip up and down between the wet pink cunt lips. Grace gasped and smiled, closing her eyes as the dildo teased her.

Sandy continued to move the dildo tip up and down between the lips, until she felt it settle against the opening to her friends hot pussy. "Mmm.... Oh, yeah!" said Grace, her voice almost a whisper, "Oh yes, Sandy. Push it in! Shove that toy up my cunt, please!"

Sandy giggled at her friend's reaction, and pressed the rubbery pink toy against Grace's throbbing pussy hole. The girl gasped, and Sandy felt the first resistance to the invasion vanish, and watched with wide-eyed delight as the dildo began sliding slowly up into Grace's hot young twat.

"Ohhh.... Oh yes," said the reclining girl, and she giggled again, then lifted her hands to her small titties and began rubbing and pulling at them. "Oh, that feels so good! Push it all the way in, Sandy! Fuck me with it!"

Sandy giggled herself, enjoying her friend's reaction to the invasion of her fuckhole. She increased the pressure, pushing the toy harder up Grace's tight cunt until it almost vanished. Grace began trembling, her tiny hands grabbing and mauling her soft supple titties, twisting and pulling the tiny stiff nipples. Sandy pulled the dildo almost out, then back in, feeling a little amazed at how easily it slid in and out of the dark-haired girl's wet, slippery cunt. She felt her own excitement build in her, making her titties sparkle with anticipating tingles, and her pussy throb and pulse. Warm cunt honey leaked out of her hole. The girl-juice ran down and over her thigh as she continued to dildo-fuck her beautiful, filthy friend.

Excited by Grace's reaction, Sandy began to pump the dildo fast and faster in and out of the raven-tressed girl's pussy. The movements made 'squish... flurp... splup...' noises as it slid out of and dived back into Grace's hot, dripping fuckhole. Grace began to writhe faster, her breathing becoming broken and shallow. Without warning, the raven-haired girl stiffened and clawed mercilessly at her tender tits. Sandy grinned wickedly, her eyes wide with excitement as she rammed the dildo hard and viciously into her friend's pussy. Grunting and panting, Grace shuddered, ached her back, and her cunt spewed a thick, pungent stream of creamy cunt honey out around the dildo, wetting Sandy's fingers as she twisted the dildo inside her friend.

After several spasms, Grace's body relaxed. Her breathing became heavy but more regular, and a warm flush came across her smiling, filthy face. "Mmmm...." she said, and gazed up at her friend, her eyes glazed with the afterglow of her orgasm, "oh, shit, Sandy! I thought you said you've never fucked another girl before."

The brown haired dirty girl laughed and smiled at her friend, gazing deeply into her green eyes. "I haven't," she said, "I just went with what seemed natural to me. I have to say, though... it was fun watching you cum!"

"It was fun cumming for you," said Grace, and she craned her neck to kiss her filthy girlfriend on the lips. Then she moved her hand down to her twat, and put her hand on Sandy's. Together, they pulled the dildo out of the dark-haired girl's pink, drippy pussy. Grace held Sandy's hand to the toy, and moved both up to between their faces. "Let's lick it clean together," she said, and she stuck out her tongue, and began licking the dildo clean of her cunt juice. Sandy hesitated a moment, but decided it must be okay if Grace was doing it, so she opened her mouth, pushed her wet, pink tongue to the dildo, and began licking slowly up and down it's length.

Grace's girl-cum had a tart, but strangely sweet taste that Sandy felt attracted to. It also smelled bitterly sweet as well. The two dirty teen girls lay in each other's arms and licked the filthy dildo clean of Grace's slut-juice. Occasionally, they laughed and giggled at each other as their tongues touched. After a couple of minutes, they moved the toy from between their faces. Grace put her hand around her friend's shoulder, and pulled her down to kiss her deeply and passionately.

Sandy did not resist, feeling as she did that Grace was indeed being loving and sweet to her. She felt the other girl's mouth open, and then the tongue slither in past her lips to tickle the inside of Sandy's mouth. The brown haired girl welcomed it, and their tongues entwined together inside Sandy's warm, wet mouth in a slow, slithering love dance.

After a minute or two, Grace pulled away, opened her eyes and looked up at Sandy. "Now, you relax," she said, "I have an idea for you!"

Sandy let her friend take the dildo out of her hand, then lay back softly in the damp grass.

Grace shuffled and stood up on her knees, the dildo clutched firmly in her hand. She walked on he knees around to Sandy's feet, and pushed her friend's sleek, slender, filth-streaked white thighs apart to expose the pink lipped slit of the little brunette's pussy. Sandy only smiled, letting Grace position her however she liked, but wondering, a little anxiously, what her lovely, raven-haired friend had in mind.

Presently, Grace set the dildo down in the grass, took Sandy's ankles, and lifted they high, spreading them wide. The movement made Sandy's pussy feel cool inside, and she knew that the steamy pink hole was gaping... a thought confirmed when her friend smiled wide-eyed and giggled as she looked down at Sandy's pussy.

"Wow," said Grace, and licked her lips, "you have one sweet-looking little cunt, girl!" They both laughed with contentment and excitement, and Sandy slowly moved her hands up to cup and squeeze her own soft, tingling titmeat.

"And I know just what to do with it, too!" said Grace, and she picked up the pink, quivering dildo, "Keep your legs up... you hot little slut!" Sandy laughed at Grace's delightful nasty name for her, feeling it really was meant with affection. Spreading her thighs as wide as she could, she held her legs up herself, and watched over her heaving titties as her dirty new friend continued.

Grace shuffled on he knees a little closer to Sandy's crotch, keeping her own thighs spread to allow her cunt to drip. She picked up the dildo with on hand. Using her other hand, she reached down and pulled the brown-haired girl's warm and swollen pink cunt lips apart to expose Sandy's fuckhole even more. She giggled to herself as she noted the pale girl-juice that leaked out of her friend's pussy and ran down her crack. The pungent juice glistened in the bright moonlight, and the cunt hole twitched and throbbed visibly, as if begging to be invaded. Grace needed no urging, and held the cunt lips wide apart as she put the tip of the dildo to Sandy's fuckhole and pushed.

Sandy felt the first excited throbbing as the head of the dildo slipped easily into her pulsing wet cunt. She sighed and smiled, closed her eyes and surrendered herself to Grace's attentions. Almost without thinking, she began rubbing and squeezing her soft, warm boobs slowly but firmly.

Grace pushed harder, and Sandy felt the dildo stretch her pussy hole wide and push the walls of her cunt aside as it slid inside her to fill her up. The raven-tressed girl pushed it in so far that Sandy felt the head bump up against her cervix, almost surprising her with an instant of mild pain that quickly vanished. She moaned and writhed slowly as Grace twisted and jostled the toy around inside her cunt, maneuvering it around inside her like a joystick.

Suddenly, the dark-haired girl pulled the long, thick toy out of Sandy's greedy pussy. It slipped out with an obscene 'slurrrup!' sound, leaving the reclining, wriggling girl's cunt empty, throbbing in need. Sandy opened her eyes and looked up at her friend, her face pleading and confused.

Grace only laughed. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm not finished." Then she looked back down between Sandy's legs. Smiling wide, she moved the tip of the dildo down between the brown-haired girl's smooth, tight ass cheeks, and placed the tip against the tight, brownish pink asshole. She pressed firmly.

Sandy's mouth opened wide in surprise, and her legs trembled. "But... but..." she stammered not sure what to say, "I've never done that before. I don't know if I can do it."

Grace only giggled brightly, which made her small, dirty titties quiver and jiggle happily on her shapely teenaged chest. "Oh, trust me," she said, "you can do it. I believe in you!"

Sandy trembled slightly with apprehension, and felt her tiny little virgin asshole tighten and pulse. Despite never having experienced anal fucking, the thought did excite her. She thought for a moment about the woman they were going to see... a Mistress... an owner of sex slaves... who likely would want to fuck them both in the ass. But Grace seemed to know what she was doing, apparently having done it before. Sandy gripped her titties tighter, licked her trembling lips, and muttered, "Okay... I guess." Then she lay her head back again, staring up at the stars, and spread her slim, graceful legs as wide as she could, trying to open up and relax her small pink asshole as much as she could.

Grace seemed unconcerned. She just used her free hand to push aside Sandy's creamy ass flesh as much as she could, and pressed the dildo hard against the tiny hole.

Sandy felt the first sensation only as pressure, pushing the rim of her butt-hole inward, cooled a bit by the slippery pussy juice that coated the toy. A moment later, the tip slipped into the opening, pushing the rim of her hole over the soft, rubbery pink plastic. She held her breath, forcing herself to relax as the rim began to stretch around the head of the dildo. Grace pushed harder.

With only about an inch of the dildo past her opening, Sandy felt a sudden flash of pain, and she gasped, squinting her eyes tight and digging her fingernails into her titmeat. The dildo continued to slowly slip into her, stretching the dirty, brown-haired girl's asshole wider than she had ever felt it before.

Sandy yelped. The pain quickly intensified, and became a searing, piercing torment as Grace slowly shoved the massive toy up her tender, innocent asshole. She fought crying out, but tears came to her eyes anyway. Still, she forced herself to keep her legs spread, and willed her asshole as much as she could to relax.

Grace only laughed with wicked mirth, and pushed hard on the base of the toy. Sandy whimpered and sniffled, pulling at her soft, tender titties to try and distract herself from the invader working it's way up her young ass. The trembling, brown-haired girl felt a tiny snap in her asshole opening, followed by an instant of relief that lasted only a second or two before vanishing into the throbbing pain again, told her that the head of the dildo was fully inside her. Already, her ass felt stretched and stuffed full. Despite the pain, her pussy throbbed and pulsed. She felt violated, humiliated, and deeply used, but she could not deny her excitement and the warm swirl of sensations that flashed through her body, most intensely focused on her defiled asshole.

Suddenly, the pain scorched Sandy's brutally stretched asshole, then flashed like lightning through her body, causing her to stiffen and convulse. "Yoowwch!" she cried, and squirmed wildly as the thick dildo slid quickly up into her bowels. As suddenly as it came, though, the pain vanished. The long, thick toy slipped easily into her as far as her friend could push it, filling and stretching her from the inside out. She cried out again, and began sobbing as he body relaxed. Never in her life had she felt so degraded or excited, her ass packed to overflowing with the warm dildo. She writhed and squirmed uncontrollably, and her movements worked the toy even more around inside of her.

Grace only laughed at Sandy's squirming and crying, seeing the tears form in her friend's lovely eyes and roll down the sides of her face, sparkling like diamonds in the bright moonlight. "Oh, you like that now, don't you?" She asked the question with a playfully mocking tone, not really expecting an answer.

"Oh.. oh shit...." said Sandy, her voice shallow and breathy as she opened her eyes and looked at Grace, "I don't... I... Oh, I just can't believe I'm being dildo-fucked in the ass... by another girl... out here in the open like this... Oh, fuck... I'm such a slut... I love it... I'm such a filthy little slut...." She broke down into uncontrolled bawling and sniffling as she gripped and twisted her soft, warm titmeat, writhing and squirming as she floundered in agony of delight that stormed from her asshole, battered her empty cunt, and sparkled through the rest of her small, filthy young body.

Grace left the dildo where it was, buried deep in her nasty brunette friend's tight ass. She shuffled back on her knees, then leaned forward to lay face down on the grass between Sandy's outstretched legs, her knees wide to expose her pussy and resting on the damp dirt of the trail. She slipped her hands under and around the writhing, whimpering girl's smooth white thighs, her fingers smearing the blackish patches of filth that stuck to them, and lowered her face to Sandy's hot, steamy little cunt.

Sandy gasped in surprise and pleasure as she felt her friend's mouth pressed against her throbbing, needy little twat. A moment later, she felt her stiff little clit swell and sparkle as it was sucked into Grace's warm mouth. The sensation, combined with the burning distension of her overstuffed ass made her head swirl in a sea of pain and pleasure that she found impossible to still.

Yet another sensation seared it's way into the squirming, moaning girl's rapture... a fluttering, slithering feeling in her cunt that could only be Grace's eager little tongue. The raven-haired girl licked and slurped zealously at Sandy's throbbing, needy cunt. The brunette girl moaned louder, mauling her soft titties as she reveled in the luxurious assault on her happy pussy, enjoying every lick from Grace's talented tongue.

Another sensation invaded Sandy's mind, almost distracting her from the waves of delight coming from her hot pussy and dildo-stuffed ass. It came from inside her tummy, and it quickly turned to a dull ache in her pussy. She recognized the feeling, and leaned her heard up as far as she could to look down at her friend, the raven-haired beauty grinding her face against Sandy's cunt. "Grace, you better stop," she said, not really wanting her to but thinking it necessary, "I ... I've got to go. I have to pee."

Grace did stop, but did not move more that just to lift her head to look up and Sandy's lovely, filth-smeared face, and smile. "Go ahead and piss," she said, "I'm not going anywhere."

Confusion glared in Sandy's face for a moment, and quickly mixed with another twinge of excitement. "But... but..." she mumbled, looking for words, "I... have to pee. Do you mean that... that...."

"Yes, I do," said Grace, excitement sparkling in her eyes, "Go ahead! You might even think it's fun." She closed her eyes, and lowered her mouth back down to Sandy's hot, steamy pussy, pressed her open lips over the sweet fuckhole, and pushed her tongue in again.

Sandy lay her head back. She had never done this before, and the notion felt sickeningly filthy and degrading to her. Then again, there was very little in her life recently that wasn't filthy and degrading. And Grace DID say to go ahead, knowing what would happen.

Still awash in the mix of delight and pain and joy and humiliation that flooded over her, and weakened by the draining, throbbing violation of her ass and cunt, Sandy gave in to her need and Grace's assurance. With a slight tightening of her tummy, she forced herself to release. The hot, bitter piss spewed out of her throbbing pussy, directly into Grace's open mouth. The girl between Sandy's silky thighs moaned and wriggled, clutching hard at the little brunette's silky-smooth, grime-smeared thighs. Sandy heard her friend make a gurgling noise. She was swallowing, and her tongue continued to probe and slurp at Sandy's hot young pussy.

Sandy smiled to herself. This was indeed rather fun, peeing into another girl's mouth and listening to her greedily gulp it down. She tightened her gut again, forcing down on her bladder, and felt her piss squirting forcefully from her excited pussy hole.

Grace pulled away, gasping for air. Piss poured out of her mouth, only to be replaced quickly from the stream that squirted from Sandy's twat. The young brunette girl tried for a moment to stop peeing, or at least slow the flow down, but it was no use. The spew only intensified, splashing and splattering inside Grace's open mouth. For a moment, Sandy felt she might have done too much for her friend to handle.

"Oh, yeah!" cried Grace, wiggling her head to make the flow splash and spatter all over her face and gulping down any that landed in her mouth, "Oh, yes... yes... oh, yes, piss on me, Sandy! Give me your hot delicious pee! Oh, fuck, this is so good...."

Sandy smiled, all thoughts of stopping disappearing in a flash from her. She only laughed and forced herself to piss harder, enjoying sight of Grace's desperate attempts to catch the nasty-smelling stream of spewage on in her mouth and on her face. The dark-haired girl's face, hair, neck and shoulders became wet with steamy piss. Sandy laughed, and tightened her tummy hard, forcing her bladder to empty itself onto the lovely girl between her legs.

Eventually, the flow slowed to a trickle, and Sandy relaxed her much-relieved bladder. Splatters of smelly piss decorated her thighs as well as her friend's face. So excited was she now that she could barely stand the sensations in her sparking pussy and brutally stuffed ass. Trembling and pulling painfully at her hard little pink nipples, she lay back down in the grass, feeling herself on the edge of cumming.

She did not have to wait long. Grace dropped her mouth back down to Sandy's throbbing cunt, locked her greedy lips onto it, and thrust her eager tongue as far as she could up the brunette teenager's fuckhole. The tongue tickled Sandy's quivering clit and slithered around inside her pussy walls. The savage whirlwind of pleasure seared and burned its way into every corner of Sandy's body. In a flash, her ecstasy was upon her, and she buck and convulsed as she came hard and furiously, crying out in gargled moans as her twat spewed a thick stream of creamy, boiling cunt honey into Grace's mouth. The other girl gulped and slurped, desperate to swallow every drop of Sandy's girl-cum.

As quickly as it came, the ecstasy passed. Sandy let her legs fall to the ground, too spent hold them up any longer. She also released her tender mounds of muck-stained titmeat, and spread her arms wide on the grass. She breathed deep, each breath heavy and labored. She felt dizzy, nasty, degraded and unspeakably happy. The afterglow of her cum warmed every part of her, especially her stuffed ass and still-throbbing-and-twitching pussy. All she could do was lay there and wallow in her private hell of pleasure.

Presently, Grace lifted herself away from Sandy's warm pussy, and smiled as she breathed deeply, obviously satisfied by her friend's delighted cumming. She pulled her hands away from Sandy's thighs, gripped the base of the dildo, and slowly pulled it out of the brown-haired girl's no-longer-virgin asshole. It exited Sandy's body with a wet sounding 'flup!'

Slowly, wearily, Grace crawled up beside her lovely, dirty friend and lay beside her, and pulled her close. Sandy responded by turning toward her slightly, and slipping one arm over her to hold her lovingly.

Grace kissed her friend's cheek, then drew her hand up, holding the dildo just a few inches from their almost-touching faces. "Oooooo," she said, her voice full of mock-wickedness, "Look what I've got!"

Sandy opened her eyes, and looked at the beautiful toy that had so brilliantly savaged her asshole. In the bright moonlight, she could see smudges of her own ass filth sticking to it, and also softly glistening streaks of her cunt honey, which had lubricated it. It was nasty... dirty... filthy... but she didn't care any more. Being so nasty and dirty herself had brought her immense joy and pleasure. She craned her neck, opened her mouth, and slathered her greedy little pink tongue up and down the nasty slut-toy. Her ass filth tasted burnt and bitter, but she couldn't help herself.

Grace joined her, and together they licked and sucked the dildo like a popsicle. Slurping and kissing, they used their tongues and lips to clean the wonderful toy until it gleamed in the moonlight.

At last, the weariness in them could no longer be ignored. Each of them still held onto the dildo as they lay together on the damp grass, their beautiful, filth-smeared bodies clutched together loosely. They gazed silently into each other's dark, loving eyes for several long minutes before they closed them. Sandy smiled as she felt sleep begin to flow warmly over and through her. Her heart rejoiced and celebrated as she slept on the damp grass under, naked... in the arms of her equally filthy and naked new friend... under the protection of the star-lit heavens.

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For several days, the two beautiful teen girls, wearing only quickly wearing out shoes and nasty smears of filth (and, increasingly, their own piss and ass filth,) made their way was toward the Mississippi River. They made pretty good progress, considering they had nothing to wear, were entirely exposed to the elements, avoided roads and populated areas, and had very little food to sustain them. Grace managed their supply of rations as well as she could, but the bag was quickly getting lighter.

For her part, Sandy felt like she was enjoying the journey. Being completely naked outside for so long in the warm summer weather was tremendously exciting, like an obscene adventure. Even being covered for the entire time in nasty scum, some of it from their own bodies seemed rather natural and comfortable to her now. And with each step, she couldn't help but notice Grace's sweet, beautiful body. She knew she was falling in love... perhaps not with Grace herself, but certainly with those bouncing little tits, that quivering as, and of course the girl's sweet, steamy cunt. Besides, Grace knew a lot about sex... or at least girl-on-girl fucking... and Sandy knew she was enjoying learning it. It might, after all, be useful to her once they reached Mistress Carla's home, considering the reason they were going there in the first place.

The two dirty young girls had been together about a week, trekking across the country and dodging any contact with people, when they reached the top of a small hill and found themselves looking down at a small village of gray tin buildings with a number of different livestock trucks parked among them. They could hear, faintly, mooing and oinking and clucking coming from some of the trucks. A gray gravel road ran south from the village, looking like it curved westward on the horizon. In the distance, Sandy could see the glimmering surface of the Mississippi River. Further downstream, almost completely obscured by the summer haze on the horizon, was a long girder bridge stretching from one back to the other.

A man in a plaid shirt and brown cowboy hat emerged from one of the buildings, walking toward a red and white diesel truck with a long livestock trailer. Seeing him, the two girls stooped down, and ducked back into a small grove of trees, praying they had not been seen.

"I think I know how to get across the river," said Grace, "but we'll have to go down there and see if we can't hear where one of those trucks is going. If one is headed for Missouri, we can stow away in the back. What do you think, Sandy?"

"Sounds good," replied the brunette girl, "but really, Grace, I am too tired to go on tonight. Why don't we rest somewhere, and try to do that tomorrow night?"

Grace smiled at her. "Yeah, I think you're right," she said, "we need to eat a little get some sleep. Did you see that old abandoned farm we passed about fifteen minutes ago on the other side of those woods?" She pointed back the way they came, indicating a line of thinly spread trees several hundred yards east.

"Yeah, I saw it," said Sandy, "Let's go back and see if we can find a place to stay in that old house for the night."

Having decided on their immediate plan, the two girls headed back across the field and into the thin woods as the sun began to settle on the horizon behind them. In only a few minutes, they emerged from the trees, crossed a fallow pasture, and climbed over a low wire fence to find the weathered gray old house and barn

They looked at the house, walking around it. It was completely and solidly boarded up. They could not even use their combined strength to pull the doors open or the plywood from the windows. Frustrated, and noting the quickly vanishing light, they decided to check out the barn.

They found the barn to be completely open and empty, though it still stank of livestock. It had eight stalls and a concrete floor still bearing a thin carpet of yellow straw. There were no farm tools or other equipment inside. It looked like it had been carefully cleaned out before being abandoned. Sandy looked up to see if it had a loft. It did, but it was very high, and there was no ladder, and it looked very fragile and unsafe anyway.

"We better stay in one of the stalls," said Grace, "just in case someone comes." Sandy agreed, and together they gathered together as much of the cleanest straw they could find, and piled it into a corner of the stall in the far corner, farthest from the house. While they gathered the straw, Grace found an old wooden box, and rummaged through it. "Nothing in here we can use," she said to Sandy, and looked again. "Oh, wait! Here!" She reached into the box, and took out a small, corroded copper frame candle lantern that still had a barely used white candle in it. She smiled, shuffled through the box again, and lifted out a small box of matches. She looked at Sandy, and the two smiled at each other. "At least we can fuck in the light tonight," she said, "if these matches are still good, that is."

Feeling tired but a little more cheerful than they had most of the day, the two naked girls entered the stall and sat down on the pile of straw. Grace found a rusty nail half-driven into the wall, and hung the lantern from it. She tried several of the matches before on sparked to life, and lit the candle. The flickering yellow light seemed to illuminate only the area immediately around the two naked and filthy young girls. Sandy felt warmed and comforted by the soft glow.

Grace opened one of the three remaining cans of beans with the can-opener, and the two girls ate slowly, trying to enjoy every morsel. They also shared the last can of orange soda. Their meal finished, they lay back on the straw, and turned their attention to each other.

Feeling strengthened by their meal, and relaxed by warm light around them, the crawled into each other's welcoming arms and began kissing, softly but passionately, as their nasty young bodies squirmed and writhed against each other. Sandy felt comfortable enough now with her feelings for Grace to let herself stroke, caress, and even grab and grope at her friend's lovely, filthy body. She did that now, enjoying the feel and warmth of smooth, soft girl skin, and enjoyed Grace's hands on her own fuckmeat as well. They kissed and groped at each other for several minutes, squeezing ass bunz and firm, jiggly titties, laughing and enjoying themselves.

Grace reached a hand down to Sandy's soft, sweet ass, and slid her fingers down the brunette girl's crack. They continued to kiss, and Sandy murmured softly as the dark-haired girl's fingers danced over her asshole, which had now been dildo-fucked several times during their journey. This time, however, Grace pushed her middle finger hard up Sandy's tight asshole, hooked it there, and pulled hard. It wasn't painful, but Sandy felt a slight coolness inside her, and drew back away from their kiss. She smiled impishly at her friend. "Hey, you slut!" she said playfully, "You're pulling my asshole open. Aren't you going to shove that dildo up into me again?"

"I don't know," said Grace, and she wiggled her fingertip inside Sandy's asshole, "I haven't decided yet. But I can tell you one thing, little miss fuck-me-up-the-ass... I am very much beginning to believe you like being a nasty little fuckslut, even if it is just for me."

Sandy laughed, her face flushing with soft embarrassment. "Yeah, I guess you're right, sis," she said, "It's been over two weeks since I've had a bath, and the more we fuck, the less I want to. Being really dirty and nasty like we are has been very exciting and a lot of fun."

"You like being dirty and degraded like this?"

"Degraded? Yes... I guess so. I mean, I didn't like it when my foster parent's fucked and abused me, because they didn't have any love. But I feel different when I'm with you. You seem to really care about me, so I don't mind getting fucked up the ass as long as you are the one doing it. I especially liked peeing on you the other day. That was new and exciting."

Grace laughed, and kissed her brunette friend again. "Speaking of peeing," she said, "I feel like I need to go. I'll be right back." She drew away, and rose from the bed of straw to stand in the soft, warm candlelight.

Sandy looked up at her friend. Grace was so lovely and nasty, and it was so much fun getting fucked by her, and fucking her as well, and pissing on her. Then a thought came to her as Grace turned toward the stall door. "Wait!" the young brunette slut called. The standing girl turned around to listen. "Why not do it here... with me?" Sandy asked.

Grace looked at her friend quizzically, and smiled softly. "You mean, you want to watch me pee?" she asked.

"No," replied Sandy as she shuffled to her knees, keeping her sleek young white thighs parted to expose her sweet, damp cunt. "I mean, well... we see each other peeing all the time. I really liked peeing on you the other day. I was just wondering if... um... well, would you do as I asked? Just this once?"

Grace crossed her arms under her tits and tapped her sneaker-clad foot. She looked to Sandy like she was considering this proposal. "Well," she said at last, then smiled at the kneeling brunette in the straw pile, "Okay, I'll bite. You're the boss. What do you want me to do?"

Sandy squealed, and she jumped slightly on her knees, making her grime-smeared titties jiggle happily on her chest. She pointed to the wooded wall of the stable above a portion of floor that had been cleared of straw and debris, the concrete floor bare and dusty. "Just sit there against the wall, and spread you pretty little legs," she ordered.

Grace raised her eyebrows, and nodded. A moment later, she sank gracefully to the floor and leaned back against the wall. Obediently, she pushed her pelvis forward and spread her long, sleek white thighs, streaked and stained with dark mucky nastiness. Keeping her hands on the floor at her sides, but her back arched to thrust her tender small titties forward, she smiled at Sandy. "Ready!" she said.

Sandy kept her eyes glued to her lovely friend's magnificent young body, devouring the titties and the wet, dreamy-pink pussy with her eyes. As gracefully as she could, she maneuvered herself around in front of Grace, in the same position but without the back support. Seeing that their nasty, sweet little cunts faced each other, she shuffled forward, sliding her soft bare bottom slowly across the rough concrete floor, until her twat and Grace's were only about a foot apart, and their legs were semi-entwined together. The warm touch of the raven-tressed girl's smooth legs excited Sandy further. She felt her little pink nipples tingle and her pussy begin to pulse with each heartbeat. She looked at her friend and smiled. "I have to go, too." she said.

Grace's eyes widened with excited desire for just a moment. "Oh, I see," she said, "This should be fun!"

"Hope you're ready," said Sandy, her voice bright and cheerful, "because here it comes!" She reached down between her legs with one hand, held her twat lips apart with her fingers, and tightened her tummy against her bowels. A moment later, a clear, slightly yellow stream of bitter-smelling hot piss shot from her cunt. The stream arched through the air, and began splashing on the dark-haired girl's bare, filthy titties.

Grace squealed with delight, watching the stream of liquid love shoot from her friends beautiful hot pussy to soak her tingling, sparking titties. She did her best to curl her own pussy hole up toward her younger friend, laughed loudly, and compressed her bladder. Dark golden piss spurted out of her happily twitching and tingling little pussy hole. The golden stream, much darker and thicker than her brunette friend's, arched higher as well, and Sandy squealed as the bitter, smelly liquid began splashing on her face, soaking her in hot, bitter girl-pee.

Sandy did not flinch or resist. She just squeezed tighter on her bladder to make her cunt squirt harder onto her beautiful friend's dirty body. Grace's arching flow of bitter golden piss splashed and splattered all over Sandy's smiling face and jiggling titties, soaking her in the nasty, smelly liquid. She opened her mouth wide, trying to position it as a target for the sparkling stream so she could catch some in her mouth. Several blobs of the filthy piss did land in her mouth. It tasted strong and bitter... and very delicious! Sandy swished it around inside her mouth, and gulped it down. Though the golden piss stung her eyes, she tried to keep them open to see her friend. Grace also was trying to catch and gulp the brunette's piss, though most of it soaked her hair and face and quivering little titties.

The two girls piss so much between them that it began to pool in the shallow depression in the concrete that Sandy sat in. In only moments, the brunette slut found herself sitting in a puddle of stinky piss... a mixture from the bladders of both lovely girls. As she gulped down another mouthful of Grace's pussy, she thought that this is probably what it's like to be a toilet... filthy and wet and reeking of piss and filth. It felt so delicious to her. She lifted her hand to her titties, and began rubbing the pungent pee all over her titties and tummy even as the arching spray continued to fall on her as did her own onto Grace's sweet, slim and lovely young body.

A toilet... that's what she was, Sandy decided. She was just a little toilet girl, to be used as such. It felt right, somehow, being dirty from garbage and Grace's ass filth, not to mention her own. It was just right. She didn't want it to be any other way.

The joyous mutual pissing continued for about a minute or so, then the streams slowed and became thin, until the last drops just leaked out of their hot, throbbing pussies. Sandy stopped rubbing the golden nectar on herself, and licked her fingers as she looked over at her dark-haired friend. She smiled wickedly, and giggled.

Grace wiped the sticky pale sheen of sparkling piss from her face, and smiled widely at Sandy, her eyes burning with excitement. "Oh, shit, you hot, filthy fucking cunt!" she said, and she leaned forward, hardly moving her legs as she lunged for Sandy. She almost tackled the piss-soaked younger girl, and her weight forced her to lean heavily back to the floor, until she splashed and lay in the steaming puddle tart pee-nectar. Grace grabbed Sandy's head, and pulled her close until their lips mashed together. Sandy welcomed the sudden display of harsh passion, and soon found herself with Grace's greedy tongue thrust deeply into her mouth.

They kissed hotly, vigorously... almost violently for some time, squirming and writhing together in the shallow puddle of filthy piss. Sandy wrapped her arms tightly around her nasty, piss stinking friend, and sucked hungrily at her tongue. She began grinding and churning her hips, and felt Grace doing the same. Her pussy boiled with need, and already her tight asshole was throbbing, begging to be invaded and violated again. Her titties burned with need to be touched... no, not touched... manhandled... grabbed... pulled... groped... clawed... mauled... treated harshly and brutally like the filthy little fuckbags they were... that they were meant to be. She wanted to feel them being used, twisted, beaten, and even whipped hard and savagely until they were covered in bruises. She kissed Grace with wild abandon, the smell of girl pee enveloping them and blessing their nostrils with every broken, passionate breath they took.

Tits... tits... thought Sandy.... Whipped, beaten, spanked and tortured titties. Perfect targets for the most painful and degrading assault from bare hands, belts, canes, tree-branch switches, bullwhips... she didn't care! Hot, worthless bags of slutfilth good for nothing else except dancing and jiggling and wobbling obscenely as they absorbed blow after cruel blow, until they proudly bore and displayed a kaleidoscope of welts, scrapes, and multi-colored bruises. Tits... tits... titties... boobs... knockers... hooters... udders... milkbags... jugs... melons... knobs... just soft, beautiful, bouncing, jiggling, beaten and tortured tits! These tits! HER TITS!

She couldn't take the thought of it any more. She had to have it. She WOULD have it!

Sandy suddenly broke their loving kiss, and pushed Grace back gently. "Stand up," she demanded, then added, "please!"

Looking a little confused, Grace stood up, towering over her friend. Smiling, she looked down at the younger girl.

Breathing heavily and shaking with excitement, Sandy scrambled to stand on her knees before her beautiful, raven-haired lover and friend. Keeping her legs spread wide to expose her hot, dripping young twat, she looked up at Grace, put her hands under her aching, throbbing titties, and pushed them up to offer them to her. Her eyes pleaded as she gazed adoringly at her friend. "Oh, please, Grace," she begged, "please spank and whip my tits, please! I need to feel it! Grab them and pull them and twist my nipples as hard and as viciously as you can. Oh, please, Grace, please... beat my tits! I need it! Please!"

"Wow, you really do want to be a nasty little fuck slave, huh," asked Grace with big, wide-eyed smile. She reached down, took Sandy's left nipple in her small, dainty fingers, and pulled it hard, twisting and yanking it to make the tender filthy flesh behind it quiver.

Sandy yelped in pain and delight, and arched her back more to give her friend better access. Tears of suffering and joy sprang from her eyes and dribbled down her smiling face. "Oh, yes, Grace, yes!" she cried, "Oh, shit that feels so fucking wonderful. Oh, more... more... MORE! Hurt my nipples! Do anything you want... just please torture my tits! Please, Grace, please hurt them for me!"

Grace laughed loudly, then let go of the nipple. Sandy's soft, supple titty quivered and jiggled merrily as it found its place on her chest again. Sandy groaned with frustration and disappointment. "I know what to do, you hot little slut," she exclaimed, "Wait here!" She opened the stall door, and stepped out.

To Sandy, the girl seemed to be gone for an eternity while she knelt there in the piss puddle, holding her throbbing, tingling tits as high and vulnerable as she could. The few moments of torment as Grace twisted her nipple felt heavenly to her... brutally sexy and naughty and nasty... just like she wanted to feel. She wept... her soft, filthy white titties exploding with frustration.

It felt to Sandy like it was forever, but in fact Grace returned in only a few seconds. She moved in front of the dirty kneeling slut. "Look what I found for you!" she said, and she held up a long, flat strip of wood about an inch and a half wide, a few millimeters thick and about two feet long. It was gray and weathered... its surface rough and coarse.

Sandy looked at strip of gray wood in her friend's hands, and her eyes brightened with joy at seeing it. It looked beautiful... wonderful... perfect for battering her helpless nasty tits into submission. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she trembled with anxiety, subdued terror, and deep, burning need. "Oh, yes!" she cried, "Oh, it looks so beautiful! Whip me, Grace! Beat my tits with that... that... that TIT-WHACKER! Oh please hurry and punish my tits please!" She closed her eyes. Her body shook weakly as she arched her back as far as she could, holding up her tender, unprotected and vulnerable young titties. She heard a cackling giggle come from Grace's mouth.

WHACK!

"Ouch!" cried Sandy as the first blow fell hard across her chest to assail both boobies with the flat of the strip. The sting knifed into her delicate titmeat. Lightning bolts of agony seared into her skin, burning with a brutal, savage flame. It felt like heaven, Sandy thought... more intense than she imagined, but still she welcomed the sting and reveled in her agony. Tears sprang anew from her tightly closed eyes, and she wailed loudly as the sting ripped into her body through her tits. "Oh, fuck yes," she cried, "More! Please, oh fucking shit... please, Grace! Hurt me! Whip my tits hard, please!"

SHWAPPP! KRACK! SWACK!

The blows struck Sandy's sensitive titmeat hard and fast. She trembled and wailed in misery and torment, greedily thrusting her tits, now sporting long crimson welts, as high as she could force them, surrendering them to Grace's savage assault. 'Ooohoowech, oh fuck! Oh, yeah yeah yeah! More! Oh, please... more! Hurt them! Hurt my filthy boo...."

SMACK-SHWACK-WHAP-FWAPPP-KRACK!

"ARRRRRGGGHHH!"

Grace laughed with cruel delighted as she continued the vicious assault on her friend' soft, delicate, and helpless titties. The tender flesh bounced and danced and jiggled, welcoming and celebrating each stinging, burning stroke of the wood strip... the Tit-Whacker, as Sandy herself called it.

The dark-haired girl moved aimed for a different part of Sandy's tits with each stroke of the Whacker, covering both sensitive mounds with criss-crossing crimson welts. Blue bruises began to appear on the slut's lovely, filthy titmeat, and the tender mounds of flesh became swollen and sore. Each stroke of the cruel Whacker brought fresh screams and tears of anguish from the kneeling, piss-drenched slut, followed by more blubbering, desperate pleading for more swats and more pain for her lovely, tormented titties.

After a while, Grace decided her friend had borne enough of the savage assault, and she lowered the gray Whacker. Smiling and breathing heavily from the exertion, she gazed down at her trembling, bawling friend kneeling in the piss puddle. Sandy's sweet titties were no longer the filth-stained milky white they were only a short time ago. Now they were swollen, multi-colored bags of brutally punished titflesh. They each appeared almost as a single massive lump of bruises heavily striped with long welts that rose above the surface skin. The nipples had not escaped the onslaught, and were also darker and stiffer and discolored with bruises.

Sandy never moved or flinched from her tit beating, except to take her hands away so that the strokes fell only on her tits. Now the dirty, nasty slut knelt in a puddle of her own piss... and Grace's, too... shivering and crying and sniffling. Despite her obvious pain and tears, she still smiled sweetly and happily.

"That's more than enough for tonight, Sandy," said the raven-tressed girl, "I bet, though, that Mistress Carla would be a lot better at it than I am."

Sandy opened here teary eyes, and looked up lovingly... almost worshipfully... at her beautiful friend. "Oh, thank you, Grace," she said between sobs of suffering joy, "Oh, that was wonderful and beautiful. I've never felt anything like it. I thought I was in heaven. Oh, Grace... it was bliss... true bliss. Thank you."

Grace only laughed slightly, and tossed the Whacker over by her canvas bag, obviously intending to keep it. She turned back to Sandy, and smiled sweetly down at her. "Well, I am not a Mistress myself," she said with a hint of humility in her soft, musical voice, "I just know a few things. But I did have a good time, sis. Do you feel okay?" She reached down and gently brushed her palm over the tops of Sandy's bruised and sore titties. The kneeling brunette girl winced, but then smiled again. "Oh, I'm sorry," Grace said, sounding concerned, "They just look so lovely all covered in welt and bruises like that. I just wanted to touch them."

"No, it's alright," said Sandy, her sobs quieting, though she continued to shed gleaming tears, "I'm just so grateful and happy. It was so very intense... just like I wanted it to be." She giggled and shook her head. "Damn! Now my pussy is hot and throbbing. Do you think we can fuck?"

Grace opened her mouth wide, and laughed heartily, making her soft small titties and firm, creamy smooth ass jiggle and quiver in the flickering candlelight. Then she looked lovingly at her young, tit-tortured friend, put her hands on the kneeling girl's shoulders, and knelt down in the puddle of smelly piss with her. "I think we can arrange that," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

Gently, Grace put her hand around Sandy's slim waist, and urged her to lay down on her back in the puddle. Smiling contentedly, the brunette girl complied, and allowed Grace to maneuver her limbs until she lay on her back in the shallow, quickly cooling puddle of tart, bitter piss.

As soon as Sandy was on her back with her lovely, silky smooth legs spread wide to expose her hot, girl-juice leaking pussy, Grace turned around on her own knees, causing a the piss puddle to slosh and swirl. Then she lifted one knee, and swung her sleek leg over Sandy so that she knelt in the puddle with the brunette girl's head directly below her crotch. Then she carefully leaned forward, trying to keep from putting pressure on Sandy's sore titties. At last she settled down on top of her friend, and gazed down between Sandy's lovely thighs, her eyes falling on the slut's throbbing, pink-lipped pussy. The hard little clit stuck out slightly from between the glistening twat lips, quivering with excitement.

Sandy stinging pain in her titties began to fade to a dull, warm ache that throbbed and pulsed with each beat of her heart. Through the fog of pain and joy that clouded her eyes, she saw Grace's dark pink cunt lips. The slit extended far back, as if pointing the way to the older girl's asshole. There, between the narrow, gleaming lips appeared a narrow gap... the entry to Grace's warm cunt. A thin rivulet of girl-cum flowed from the nasty fuckhole, running down the cleft between the twat lips, collecting into blobs on the clit before dropping onto Sandy's grateful face. The raven-haired girl's pussy looked sweet and beautiful to Sandy, and as she felt Grace begin to lick and slurp hungrily at her hot, needy pussy, she knew what she should do.

Slowly, gracefully, Sandy lifted her small, soft hands up and around Grace's slim waist. The other girl responded with a soft moan without breaking contact with the brunette's steamy cunt, and lowered her pelvis a little. The move put a tiny bit of pressure on Sandy's battered titties, but she welcomed the intensified throbs. Slowly, she moved her hands down Grace's waist to her ass, and cupped to soft, firm cheeks. Grace's hips began slowly rolling and churning, and the gaping cunt hole poured out a thicker stream of hot girl cum. Sandy smiled, then raised her piss-soaked head up, and softly kissed the gleaming pink pussy lips.

Grace moaned loudly, and dropped her full weight onto Sandy's body, causing the puddle to swish and slurp around them. Sandy locked her lips onto her friends pussy, found the hole, and thrust her tongue deep into it. Grace began grinding her shapely hips faster and stronger, and Sandy responded similarly as the older girl licked up and down her slit and chewed gently at her electrified clit. Sandy felt her own cunt heat up from wonderful slithering of the dark-haired girl's dancing wet tongue. As she licked up the cleft of Grace's pussy, tickling the tiny little clit bud, Sandy tasted a heavy flow of fresh cunt honey. The flow came so fast that it poured onto her face. She locked her lips over the other girl's gaping twat hole, licking greedily into it and sucking out as much of the tangy girl-cum as she could, drinking it like a beloved vintage.

The two girls squirmed and wriggled in the puddle of nasty, smelly piss, licking and slurping and sucking each other's hot, juicy cunts. Hands grabbed and groped firm wet thighs and soft, bouncing ass cheeks. The girls moaned and murmured and worshiped each other's pussy with their tongues and lips and faces... lost in each other... sharing and giving away themselves.

They licked and slurped at each other's cunt for nearly an hour, wallowing in ecstasy and the nasty puddle of piss filth on the floor. At long last, the powerful storm of nasty delight washed over them, and they came, hard, deeply, and exactly together. Their hot, nasty pussies celebrated by squirting out copious quantities of thick, creamy cunt honey. Sandy let's Grace enjoy the flow from her own twat however she liked, while she let the gush from the older girl's hot fuckhole pour over her face, drenching her in Grace's sweet, nasty cunt blessing.

The two lovely young teen girls lay like that for several minutes, basking in the warm afterglow of their lezbo mouth-fucking orgy. Their hands roamed smoothly, softly, and freely over whatever exposed flesh they could reach. They reveled and swam in the beauty and delight of each other body... and love... until at last they fell asleep... still in the sixty-nine position... still and quiet and comfortable in the filthy puddle of girl piss.

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Sandy and Grace spent the next day relaxing as much as they could in the old abandoned barn. On the other side of the house, they found an old hand pump, and were able to draw up enough clean water to quench their thirst. Almost idly, without much commitment, they also took a few handfuls of clean water and semi-rinsed some of crusting filth from their smooth, tender skin. Though they still looked stained and dirty, the largest portion of the filth that covered them washed easily off. They then avoided the quickly evaporating puddle of piss from the night before, and lay in the straw pile, lovingly fondling each other and talking... about their past... their desires and dreams... and about what life would be like at Mistress Carla's home.

As the day began to give way to the night, Grace shouldered her bag again, and the two beautiful, naked girls ambled away westward, back to the livestock transfer center they found the previous night.

Under cover of darkness, the crept up quietly to the buildings. Not even any animals made any noise as they approached, though several of the truck were still idling. As they looked around one corner, they heard a door open, and a tall gentleman stepped out. Sandy ducked back behind the building, but Grace peered out through a tear in an old canvas banner that hung loosely by the side of the building. She kept still and quiet as she listened.

"You're my last ticket for the night, Hank. Headed back east?" asked an unseen male voice.

The tall driver turned around to answer. "Naw," he said, his rural accent thick and deep, "Gotta take this here empty hog trailer back to the feller that owns it... other side of the river about ten miles this side of Columbia, Missourah."

"Gotcha, Hank," said the invisible voice, "You drive careful now, ya' hear?"

"Thanks, Bob," answered the driver, "See ya' next week." The light vanished as the two girls heard a thin metal door close, and the driver turned back toward the trucks. He opened the door to the cab of a blue one with that still had the motor running and climbed up inside.

Grace turned around to Sandy. "Did you hear that?" she asked in a whisper tinged with excitement.

"I sure did," Sandy whispered back, "I think that's our ride!"

Grace nodded, pulled her bag up securely on her shoulder, and smiled. "I know how to get into that livestock trailer," she said, "That's how I got as far as I did before I met you. It's easy. Let's go!"

With Grace leading the way, the two girls crept softly through the shadows to the truck, and darted quickly up to the rear. The older girl pushed open a feeding panel, and they quickly climbed inside. Then Grace pushed the panel shut again, and sat their lovely young asses down on the dusty floor crusted with dried animal feces and urine.

Safely inside, Sandy could tell that they could see out between the side slats of the trailer, but the same slats would make it very difficult for anyone to see in. Still, she felt a bit apprehensive. She whispered to her friend. "Is there any chance we will get caught?" she asked.

"I don't think so," answered Grace as she shuffled around to try and get comfortable, "I've done this before. These trailers only go back to the farm unless they have animals in them as cargo. Once it stops, all we have to do is sneak out and dash away. It'll work. Trust me! Besides, it's the only chance we have of getting across the Mississippi River. The bridges are all really long with constant traffic. Not a problem if you're wearing clothes, but we're completely naked. Someone would see us before we got a hundred yards."

Sandy nodded, and accepted her friend's explanation. "As for being naked," she said, "if we are lucky, we'll never have to wear clothes again. Right?"

The two girls giggled at each other, then leaned in together and kissed softly for several long seconds.

Within a few minutes, the truck snorted and jerked slightly, then the trailer began rolling over the gravel driveway, picking up speed slowly as it pulled away from the transfer village. The jostling of the trailer made Sandy's still sore and bruised titties bounce and wobble with each bump, renewing the throbbing pain that flowed for the crimson and purple bruises. But she didn't complain... just let Grace enjoy watching them bounce.

Their plan had worked perfectly so far. They were, at least, on their way across the river.

The truck did indeed head west. Only a few minutes after it pulled out of the lot, Sandy looked out between the side slats and saw that they were on the bridge over the river. Secretly, she knew she was getting more and more apprehensive about this journey. The more success she and Grace had going west, the closer she felt the reality of being a slave... a sex slave... to an older woman. But her friend seemed okay with it, and had taught her much during the past days they had been together. She felt like she had learned to experience much more intense emotions... more satisfying feelings. The memory of the dildo in her ass, and the gentle throbbing in her bruised titmeat, were reassuring.

Grace suggested they eat one more of the can of beans. After that, they would only have one can of potato soup left. They could save that for later. Once they made it to Mistress Carla's, food would never be a problem for them again. After sharing the beans, the naked young girls held each other close against the howling wind that blew in between the side slats of the trailer. They were tired, but they dared not sleep. They weren't exactly sure when the truck would stop.

The truck drove on through St. Louis and up the interstate highway without a hitch. Very little traffic passed them. That calmed Sandy's nerves even more. They sat out the trip almost in complete silence, content just to hold each other's filthy and naked teen fuckflesh tightly.

After several hours, the truck pulled off of the highway, headed on a quiet asphalt road that snaked through the tree-covered hills and through a couple of small towns. Then it turned westward again onto a narrow gravel road for several miles. Sandy looked out between the slats, and saw up ahead some buildings surrounded by wooded areas and fields. They seemed to be approaching the trucks destination, so the two naked teen girls prepared to depart... running if they had to, so they made sure their shoes were still firmly on their small, dainty feet.

The truck slowed down, and pulled into a gravel area where there were other trailers of various kinds parked. The driver shut off the engine, obviously planning to stay a while, got out, and ambled up to one of the buildings some distance up ahead, carrying his logbook in his hand.

Grace looked out the right side of the trailer, and smiled. "This is perfect," she said, "All the vehicles and buildings are on the other side of this truck. On this side, there's just a low wire fence, then a field, and some woods about fifty yards away."

"Great," said Sandy with a relieved smile, "Let's get out of here before they come to inspect the trailer."

Carefully, Grace pushed open the panel they entered from, and crawled through it, pulling her almost empty bag out with her. Sandy quickly followed. The night was dark since the moon had set long ago. Only the stars lit their way. Still, the two lovely, naked girls managed to get quietly over the fence and across the field. They ducked into the tree line, and found that it was only a windbreak. The field on the other side of it was freshly planted and had some corn seedlings coming up. The furrows ran east and west, giving the two girls an easy path to follow. Hidden by the trees on their left, and with nothing but fields and woods on the right and in front of them, they hurried out of sight of the trucking station, and soon felt much safer. They found a clearing in the woods about a mile out from the truck, and they decided to rest for the night. To tired for fucking or dildoing, they simply fell asleep on a thick bed of leaves. Nothing disturbed them.

When morning came, they started out again almost as soon as they were awake. They both felt a kind of urgency, since their food was running out and they were, after all, completely naked and defenseless but for their almost unusable shoes.

Several times during the morning, they crossed narrow, seldom used roads, and had to skirt several houses that loomed on the horizon. But nothing and no one molested them... not even insect bites. Probably because they stank of garbage and animal waist, thought Sandy. And she laughed to herself, still walking a step behind her dark-haired friend so she could watch her bouncing ass cheeks.

As the day wore on toward evening and the sun began to sink low on the distant horizon, Sandy and Grace stepped out of a tree line, and found themselves almost on the edge of a well-maintained asphalt road going north and south. They had no idea where they were at the moment, but about a hundred yards south they saw what appeared to be a three-way intersection with the third road headed west. Atop the 'STOP' sign on the eastbound side of that road stood what appeared to be street sign. Keeping in the shadows so that they might not be seen, though there seemed no traffic at all for the time being, Grace pulled out what appeared to be a post card from the side pouch of her tattered canvas bag, and looked at the back.

"What's that," asked Sandy, eyeing the five by seven cardboard rectangle.

"The front is a picture of Mistress Carla's house," answered Grace, still looking at the drawing on the back, " but this side is a map there, and her address. I don't know what road this is, but the map shows a three way stop on Route 37, and a road called Wiener Avenue going west from there, and her house is on that road. She wrote down that from there that there are some scattered farms and a landfill, and her house is about sixteen miles the other side of the landfill and set back into the woods on the south side of the road. Only her mailbox is visible from the street."

"Is that road Wiener Avenue, then?" asked Sandy, rubbing her tired eyes and sore titties."

Grace smiled and replaced the card in the bag. "I don't know," she said, "Let's go find out."

Sticking to the edge of the trees, they made their way southward toward the intersection, ducking back into the trees only once to avoid a passing blue Ford Pinto with it's lights on in the twilight. After that, there was no more traffic. The two naked young girls got as close as they could to the sign before they dared dash across the road and slipping into the trees on the other side. Still, no cars came. Indeed, the only sound was a soft, tuneful notes of songbirds coming from some distance away. They stayed inside the tree line as they approached the sign. The gathering gloom made it unreadable from the trees, so Grace checked around to make sure no cars approached on the road, then ran out into the open to look at the sign. Sandy stayed among the trees, and watched as her friend scampered out over the grass. The dark-haired girl's lovely soft ass bounced and jiggled with each bounding step. Sandy grinned, giggled to herself at the sight, and felt her uncovered pussy warm up, clit tingling, then the warm tickle of her cunt honey leaking out of her fuckhole and streaming down her thighs. As Grace checked the sign, the brunette little slut squeezed her still quite sore titties, wincing at the pain, then dipped her fingers between her thighs and scoop up a few smears of her pussy cream, put it to her lips, and licked it. Her fingers were clean as Grace scampered back over the grass and back into the trees.

"This is it!" she said with a wide, excited smile on her dirty face, eyes sparkling brightly in the slowly fading light, "We're almost there!"

Sandy couldn't help jumping up and down a little with excitement at the welcome news, which made her bruise-painted titties ache all the more. "That's wonderful," she said, "but it's getting really late now. We should find a place to hide for the night, then go on tomorrow."

"That a good idea," said Grace, re-shouldering her bag, "By this time tomorrow night, we will be in Mistress Carla's house!" She leaned toward her bruise-titted friend, took her in her arms, and the two embraced lovingly. So filled with joy at the prospect of their relief from their long ordeal, they both began weeping again. This time, they were happy tears.

After a few minutes, the started westward again, walking hand in hand together, stepping lightly while keeping close to the trees in case a car came by. But nothing besides themselves and a few fireflies disturbed the silence of the remote road they followed, being Wiener Avenue. Sandy almost felt like she was on her way home for the first time in her life.

After they had traveled about two miles, the trees suddenly ended. They stopped in the darkness to try to see where they were. Ahead of them, Wiener Avenue curved gracefully around to the north, then far up ahead back south then straight west again. Jutting into that curve and stretching southward, the two girls could see a vast, barren-looking area surrounded by a high orange fence, with the trees standing again beyond the far side. A thick, foul stench assaulted their noses, making them cough and gag for a moment before the gentle breezed turned back around from the north.

"I guess this is the landfill," said Sandy, and coughed again as she tried to get the vulgar odor out of her nose.

"I think you're right," said Grace, covering her nose vainly against the smell of decay, "We can't stay here. We'll get eaten alive by bugs from the dump. The map shows the road going over stream just on the other side of the horizon... a bridge. Maybe we can hide out there for the rest of the night and continue on in the morning. We just have to get around the landfill, and the road is completely open all the way to the other side... looks like half a mile or so, but I can't tell in this light. Maybe we could try backtracking just this once."

"Um... that's not so smart, I think," said Sandy, still gazing at the open distance ahead of them, "We just came that way, and we know there is nothing behind us except trees and the road. We'll just have to hurry, I guess, and hope no one comes by until we make it to the tree line on the other side."

"Then we should try to run," said the dark-haired girl, and she secured the strap of her bag over her shoulder as Sandy nodded her agreement. Grace checked behind and ahead of them once again, looking for headlights and listening for the sound of auto engines. Nothing came from either east or west that she could see, so she turned and smiled at her younger, filthy little brunette friend and smiled. "Let's go!"

They took a deep breath, then jogged out into the open. Their filthy titties and nasty ass cheeks bounced and quivered and jiggled with each step as they ran along the road. Each step sent new aching thrills flashing out of Sandy's bruised titmeat, making her pussy throb between her legs even as she continued to run. Beside her, Grace jogged along easily, keeping step with her companion.

They began to breathe a little harder from exertion as they followed the curve of the road around the landfill. The ravine between the road and the tall fence was filled with shallow stagnant water, overgrown with dead cattails and tall weeds. A thick layer of greasy white muck swirling in odd curves over the surface. Filth from the landfill, Sandy guessed, and tried to ignore the sight. The field on the north side of the road was flat and featureless, without even a drainage ditch. The stubby brown grass came right up to the edge of the road, and stretched far to the north, out of the girls' sight.

Weakened by hunger, Sandy could not keep up the pace, and had to stop as they neared the northernmost point of the curve. So she stopped on the road, and Grace halted a moment later and trotted back to her. The young brunette put her hands on her knees, hung her head, and breathed and gasped, fighting the ache in her tits and the dizziness in her head. The smell from the landfill choked her, making her cough and hack as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Are you alright, little slut," asked Grace, breathing deeply herself, though obviously feeling much stronger than her friend, and she put a trembling hand on Sandy's naked shoulder.

Sandy looked up at the older naked girl, smiled, and then hung her head again. "I will be," she said between gasps, "I'm just so weak. I can't run so much when I'm this hungry. I think I just need a few seconds to catch my breath."

Grace rubbed the gasping girl's shoulder, trying to comfort her, and looked up and down the road. Then she started, looking back east, eyes wide. Sandy looked up at Grace just in time to watch a wide-eyed horror spread across her face. "Oh, damn!" said the raven-tressed girl, "There's a car coming from behind us! We have to hide!"

Sandy stood up straight, and now shared her friend's dread. She looked back behind her, toward the east. Indeed, the harsh glow of headlights assailed the darkness, and presently the low drone of a car motor. But seemed to be growing very quickly, getting closer. Then suddenly the lights appeared on top of the rise.

"Damn!" cried Sandy, "what are we going to do? There's no place to hide!"

"Get down into the ravine," said Grace, "We'll hide in the weeds."

Sandy looked over the edge, into the filthy-choked ravine. "You mean... into that? It looks like vomit. It'll make us sick!"

"So will jail if we get caught," said Grace, "Just try to stay away from the water. Now come on!"

Despite her revulsion at the sight and smell of the ravine, Sandy decided Grace was right. Together, they scrambled into the tall weeds, stepping clumsily down the loose rocks and dirt and ducking down below the tops of the cattails as the lights grew stronger, almost fully illuminating them.

They stepped onto a muddy ridge covered with dead vegetation. It gave way, and they both shrieked as they fell backward clumsily, and slide with a splash into the water. Revulsion overcame Sandy as she found herself up to her eyes in the scummy water and covered from head to toe in the slimy muck. Grace fell completely under the surface, and suddenly pushed her head back up into the air. The girls coughed and sputtered and spat, sitting up to their necks in what amounted to raw, greasy sewage and rotting waste. The stench overwhelmed Sandy and she wretched violently, and would have vomited if there had been anything in her stomach.

Grace managed to hold her bag up out of the water, so it was still dry, but she, like Sandy, was covered with a thick layer of the pale, oily crud. She struggled to control her coughing, and enjoyed a small measure of success. She wiped the muck away from her eyes and peered up through the thick growth of weeds. Sandy did the same, still hacking and sputtering as she tried to spit out the scum that had seeped past her lips into her mouth.

Above them, on the road, the glow of the headlights grew stronger, though they could no longer see the vehicle. It seemed it would pass, but as the sound of the engine approached, it suddenly quieted, replaced by a harsh, high-pitched whine of brakes in need of service, and the wheels ground to a halt on the road above them. The two girls backed up as far as they could against the bank, and stayed still, keeping the thick growth of cattails and weeds above their heads.

Sandy felt a violent itch in her throat, and she stifled another cough without much success.

"Quiet!" whispered Grace, "And be still. They probably aren't looking for us, but you never know." Sandy swallowed to cool the burn in her throat, and willed herself to remain motionless.

Above them, new lights appeared. They flashed red and blue, giving the area an odd, multicolored illumination. The girls' hearts sank, though they continued to stay still. It was a police car on the road above them. Sandy heard the dull clunking of opening car doors, and then saw a beam of a flashlight, knifing through the darkness above the girls' heads, over the ravine and toward the landfill fence. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she watched the beam slowly swing from side to side.

Presently, another car door opened and closed, and Sandy heard the heavy steps of booted feet.

"What are you looking for, Sheriff?" said a male voice which sounded adult, but fairly young. Sandy guessed it was a deputy, since the voice was apparently talking to a Sheriff. Fighting back her urge to run, she stay as still as she could. Beside her, Grace did the same thing.

"I don't know," said an older, gravelly male voice, "I thought I saw a couple of kids running around out here. They looked dressed all in white, but I they vanished almost as soon as I saw them."

"Well, they couldn't have gone far," said the other, younger voice, "you reckon they might have jumped the ditch and fence?"

"No, not possible," said the Sheriff, still swinging the beam of the flashlight from side to side, "We would have seen that. And they would have had to get across this here ditch."

"That?" said the Deputy, "Only an idiot would try to jump that. It's an open sewer drain out of the dump. No telling what kind of crap is floating around down there."

"Yeah," said the Sheriff and he aimed the flashlight down into the water, just in front of the cowering naked girls, "Well, I don't see anything now, and there ain't nothing moving." He sighed heavily, then the harsh white beam of light vanished as he turned the flashlight off, "I guess maybe I just saw a deer or something."

"Maybe," replied the deputy, "A white-tails ass is all white. They could jump the ditch, and be off down the other side of the dump before we could see them."

"Yeah, you're right, Jack," said the Sheriff, and then laughed, "I guess it was nothing. Besides there's no vehicle, no bicycle, no tracks of any kind... just nothing. And the nearest house is four miles away. Come on, little feller. Let's get on down to the Chicken Shed and get a bucket of barbecue. I'm starved."

"Yes, Sir, Sheriff!"

Sandy heard the shuffling of boots on the road surface, then the opening of car doors again, followed by the same doors slamming shut. Her heart beat normally again as the blue and red lights stopped flashing. A moment later, a dull thump resonated from above the girls, and then the grinding of tires on the road. The bright glow of headlights dimmed as the car sound faded. Even after all was silent and completely dark, the two naked girls stayed still, up to their necks in the filthy, greasy much of the ravine. Though they breathed a little easier now, they both felt it best to wait a minute or two to make sure the Sheriff's car was long gone.

Finally, Sandy stirred, turning slowly back around and grasping for handholds on the muddy, rocky bank. The filthy water sloshed dully around her as she pulled herself up and away from the mire. Grace did the same thing a moment later. Groaning and gasping against the stench, the two girls slowly climbed back up the bank, free at last of the mire in the ditch. They stood on the asphalt, their tender young bodies completely covered with the filthy, oily goo. It stuck in their hair, flowed down between their tits and the cracks of their asses, and dripped from their nipples.

"Oh, fuck me!" cried Sandy as she tried to wipe the thick filth from her arms and face, "This is the nastiest crap I have ever seen. And we just went swimming in it."

Grace set her bag on the pavement, and jumped up and down as she tried to shake the filth from her naked body. "We had no choice, Sandy," she said, "I was so scared when I saw those colored lights flashing. I thought we were dead for sure."

"Oh, this stuff is disgusting," said the goo-dripping younger girl, slinging gobs of the stuff away from her body, "We still might be dead unless we get this mess off of us. Yuck, it stinks!"

"Well, the only way to do that is to get to the bridge," said Grace, flinging away thick blobs of goo from her thighs, "It's over a stream. Maybe that will be enough to wash some of this crap off of us."

"Oh, I just wish we hadn't gone down into that crap," said Sandy, shaking the muck out of her tangled hair.

"It looked like we could have just sat among the weeds," said Grace as she bent, picked up her bag, and held it away from her scum-drenched body, "but it doesn't matter. We didn't have a choice."

"I know," said Sandy, her voice still strained with disgust, "Let's just go before this stuff starts to burn our skin off."

They gathered their strength, checked up and down the road again, and then started jogging slowly westward along the road, following the curve south, then directly west again. Huffing and puffing from their run, they finally passed the northwestern corner of the landfill fence, and walked the last few dozen yards up the shallow slope to the edge of the woods. Sandy sighed with relief as the landfill and the nasty, scum-choked ravine fell further and further behind them.

The two muck-covered naked girls kept themselves off the road, within a few steps of the trees. Once more, they had to duck out of sight as a motorcycle sped past them, it's V-twin engine tearing through the dark silence for a moment, and then was quickly gone. They girls saw nothing else on the road that night. Above them, the stars began to vanish as a layer of clouds began streaming into the sky above them.

"Looks like it might rain again," said Sandy, "Those clouds look like they're coming in from the north and west. That usually indicates a cool front."

"Yeah," said Grace, trying to laugh and sound cheerful for her friend's sake, "Maybe it will wash some of this scuzz off of us."

"It might keep raining tomorrow," said Sandy, "Which would mean that we would show up at your friend's place naked in the rain."

Grace giggled. "Well, from what I know about Mistress Carla, she might like that."

"What do you mean."

"It's just that... well... Carla, she doesn't just like to tie up and spank her sex slaves before she fucks them. She also likes to humiliate and degrade them. You know... make them feel ashamed."

"Really?" said the younger girl, "Wow, I don't know about that. That sounds weird."

"Don't worry about it," said Grace, "It can possibly be any worse than this crap." She flicked her hand again, and a few small blobs of the oily muck flew from her fingertips.

Sandy just smiled and remained silent, having no argument to the truth of her companion's last statement.

The two naked young girls continued along the road, following it over a low rise and into a wide, shallow valley filled with dark trees. The clouds above them continued to gather, deepening the gloom around them until they could barely see. They were almost onto the bridge they were seeking before they actually saw it. Below them, the creek gurgled and trickled between rocks and fallen tree debris. Carefully, they felt their way down the embankment, stepping into the water without ever seeing it. Almost at that exact moment, drops of sprinkling rain began to spatter on their bodies.

As Sandy and Grace tried, with only partial success, to use the much-cleaner creak water to wash the scum from their bodies, the rain began to fall harder. Soon they stood up to their ankles in the creek, with a fairly strong fall of rain swirling about them. Between the two, Sandy felt like she got just enough of the muck off of her self and out of her dangling hair to actually feel comfortable.

As the two naked girls stepped out of the flowing water, a bolt of lightning flash through the sky, followed by a low, rolling thunder that resonated through the valley. The flashing light illuminated the bridge and the surrounding countryside clearly... just before everything vanished in a raging downpour.

Grace squealed and laughed as she picked up her bag, then reached out to her companion and pulled her up out of the stream. Laughing at their predicament, the two beautiful young girls stumbled along the bank for a few yards, and ducked under the overhang of the bridge, out of the heavy rain. More lightning brightened the sky, and another roll of thunder filled the valley. Still giggling at each other, they scrambled up the sloping retaining wall until they sat on a flat space under the bridge abutment.

"Oh, I feel so much better now," said Grace, her voice deep and breathy, "This sure has been a day to remember, hasn't it."

Sandy sat down beside her, wringing and squeezing the water out of her dangling hair. "You can say that again," she said, trying to sound light and jocular, "but I wouldn't want to do it again to save my life. That crap by the landfill was terrible." The two laughed together for a moment more, the spent a few minutes slinging the water from their much cleaner bodies. Grace suggested they eat the last can of soup, took it out of the bag without waiting for a response, and opened it. The two young, filthy girls ate pasty cream-of-potato soup with their fingers, savoring the lumps. When it was gone, they licked each other's fingers clean. Slightly chilled, they sat pressed firmly up against each other, sharing their body heat. They sat quietly under the bridge, shrouded in the darkness, watching the occasional lightning flash and listening to the growl of distant thunder and the falling rain. For long minutes, they just enjoyed being together.

Even as her weariness and weakness began to overtake here, Sandy could not help feeling aroused by the feel of Grace's smooth young body. Her tits still held a dull, aching throb, and her hot little pink cunt began to tingle and feel warm. Snuggling closer to the dark-haired girl, she lay her head on Grace's shoulder. Grace lifted her arm, and gently draped it around the younger girl. Sandy smiled, feeling safe and happy. Still, the warmth in her cunt grew, and she at last decided not to fight it.

"Grace," she asked, her soft voice drifting through the monotony of the rain, "do you still have the dildo?"

"Of course, little slut," said Grace kindly, "Would you like me to fuck you with it. I will if you want me to."

"No, that's okay," said Sandy, smiling as she stirred and sat up, reluctantly pulling herself out from under her friend's comforting arm, "Just give it to me. I'll fuck myself with it. I just want to feel it in me as I lay here on the ledge next to you."

Though Sandy didn't see it, Grace smiled, though her contentment of the moment was dulled by how tired and drained she felt. She reached into the bag, and took out the long, thick pink rubber dildo, and handed it to her younger friend.

Sandy thanked Grace as she took it from the dark-haired girl's hand. Then she slowly lay back onto the rough concrete, and spread her soft, delicate thighs to expose her steamy wet cunt. The smell of fresh pussy juice wafted through the damp air, and both girls breathed deeply of the sweetly pungent aroma. Grace took Sandy's leg by the knee, and pulled it up until it rested comfortably across her own legs. She smiled again as Sandy moaned. Then she turned toward the naked girl with the dildo, and began slowly, delicately petting her smooth tummy and hot, bruised boobies.

Silently grateful for Grace's soft, loving touch, Sandy maneuvered the dildo down between her splayed legs, pointing the tip at her quickly warming cunt. She gasped as the tip touched the pink nether lips, and pushed the tip of the dildo down her slit until the tip rested in the gaping portal into her hot, nasty young body. She gripped the heavy dildo firmly, relaxed her cunt muscles, and pushed.

Like before, it began stretching the rim of her needy fuckhole wide, though now with not nearly as much pain. She felt a twinge of fire in her titties as Grace grazed her fingers over the brutally beaten titmeat, and pushed harder on the base of the wonderful dildo. Another twinge of pain in her hole vanished as soon as she felt it. The pressure was just enough to force the head of the dildo past her pussy rim, and it popped into place inside her.

Sandy willed herself to shed all resistance to the delights that now sparkled in her needy little twat. She felt Grace's touches on her soft, filthy skin, the fiery sting as the raven-tressed girl, and the beautiful flow of warmth from her friend's sweet body. She smiled and gasped, and pushed the dildo harder, sliding it easily up her needy, dripping pink love tunnel. If filled her up so fast and completely that it pressed against Sandy's sensitive cervix at the upper, deepest end of her stuffed twat. Reveling in the feeling of fullness in her cunt and the delicate light touches that Grace was blessing her with, Sandy began to slide the heavy toy in and out of her slurping cunt. The movement sent sparkles of delight flashing throughout her body. She forgot about the storm and the bridge and the nasty, sewage-filled ravine. She even forgot her foster parents and the seventeen long, hellish years she spent with them. Nothing existed for her now except her body, her caressing friend next to her, and the massive slut toy that she was using to savage her boiling, dripping pussy. She knew she would not have to wait a long time for her ecstasy, but she pushed it away for the time being. She just lay there... fucking herself for no more reason than to feel the blissful delights of having a stuffed, overfull cunt and the warmth and tender stroking from her sweet, beautiful friend's dainty and graceful hands.

"Sandy," said Grace softly after several minutes, "I need to go find a place to pee."

Without changing the rhythm of the strokes into her celebrating young pussy, Sandy laughed at her friend's needless remark. "You already have a place to pee," she said, her voice broken with her passion, "and you don't have to go anywhere. Just straddle my face, and I'll take care of it for you.

Grace chuckled softly, and drew away from her friend, taking warm delight in the soft 'squirt... slurp... plup...' noises that came from Sandy's wet, slippery, overstuffed cunt. Without hurrying, she pulled herself up to her knees next to her dildoing companion, lifted her leg, and swung it around and over Sandy's squirmy body to bring her pussy up over the naked brunette slut's lovely face. Excitement coursed through her, but she took her time, settling slowly down until she sat fully down on the masturbating little slut. Another wiggle, and her pussy hole gaped directly over Sandy's open, welcoming mouth. Without another moment of hesitation, she relaxed her bladder.

Sandy moan and writhed with joy as the older girl's steamy twat suddenly erupted like a tiny volcano, squirting a steady stream of Grace's bittersweet, boiling piss. Her excitement and need having been brutally elevated by the girl, Sandy quickened and strengthened the attack on her helpless, juicy pussy. The obscene wet noises her fuckhole made as it welcomed the invader over and over again became louder and thicker.... 'shlorp... flup... plurp... slorp... glorup..." and filled the darkness around the tow sweet, angelic young girls.

Sandy waited deliberately until the flow from Graces warm, wet cunt filled her mouth to capacity. Then she swallowed it in one big gulp and opened her jaws again, giving Grace another tiny mouth to dump her wonderful piss into.

Sandy swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the nasty piss that her friend dumped into her mouth. The masturbating little slut wept in gratitude for the gift. She gulped it down greedily, and felt the filthy nectar collect into a warm pool deep in her tummy. It pushed the intensity of her feelings higher and higher with each bitter gulp. She drove the dildo so hard up her slippery pink cunt that the tip slammed against her cervix with increasing force, battering the delicate passage into her deepest places with merciless savagery. Stroke after stroke after deep, wet, brutal stroke, Sandy drove the dildo with all her strength as deep as it would go into her throbbing, aching fuckhole, pushing herself ever closer to that blessed edge.

At last Grace tightened her tummy muscles as hard as she could, grunted deeply, and forced her bladder to empty itself of every possible drop of steamy piss, spewing it with such force into Sandy's greedy mouth that it shot past her tongue and poured directly down her throat. The hot spray of liquid girl-filth finally pulled the trigger on her need. She spasmed as she sucked at her friends hot fuckhole, crammed the dildo as hard as she could into her slippery snatch, stiffened, convulsed, and groaned as she at last tipped over the edge of passion and found herself flying in a vast ocean of searing hot ecstasy. She came... hard, deeply, fully... and surrendered herself to the waves of warmth that poured out of her throbbing wet cunt to spread throughout her trembling young naked body, heating and quivering her sore, bruised titties and swirling around the pool of bitter, golden piss in her tummy.

After long minutes, the intense assault of pleasure waves subsided, and Sandy lay there, her mouth locked firmly over Grace's generous and loving cunt, not wishing to let it go. Slowly, she slid the massive pink rubber toy out of her glowing cunt. It slipped out of the wet, oily hole with thickly wet 'flurrrup!' It left her pussy empty, but grateful for the savage assault.

Grace also at last lifted herself from the younger slut's face, and Sandy's cunt continued to reach up toward the gaping pink fuckhole that had just filled the lovely brunette young girl with a treasure of golden liquid filth. Without saying anything, Grace simply drew her legs back around and lay down beside her exhausted friend, feeling the gently warming glow that poured out of Sandy's body. She took the dildo from the girl's hand, and dropped it back into the canvas bag. Then lay down next to the lovely, piss-filled little slut, bent her head over Sandy's face, and softly pressed her lips to her friend's mouth.

Grace immediately enjoyed a sparkle of the flavor of her own bitter, golden piss on Sandy's delicate lips, and welcomed it, licking it away and swallowing it. Then she felt Sandy's arms rise and wrap around her shoulders and neck, drawing her tighter. The younger girl's tongue snaked past both sets of lips, and danced joyfully inside Grace's warm, welcoming mouth. Her own tongue joined the dance, and the two beautiful young filthy girls embraced, kissed, and poured their love into each other as the forgotten storm raged and the rain poured around them.

They lay there on the bare rough concrete under the bridge, kissing and sharing the warm afterglow of Sandy's intense cum. Weariness slowly crept over them, and they finally faded to the comforting darkness of sleep, lips still touching and locked in their sweet love embrace with their thin limbs wrapped around each other.

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The two lovely and naked young girls never fell out of their embrace the entire night as they slept. They awoke exactly together, prodded to consciousness by the soft trilling of a bird somewhere in the surrounding woods. It was fully light, but that light was dull and gray. The rain had slowed somewhat but had not ceased. It had become a slow, steady shower, sprinkling into the clearly swollen brook that ran southward under the bridge. The air felt warm to Sandy despite the rain. She turned her head to look at her beloved girlfriend, watching her rise and scoot down the retaining wall a bit so she could stretch and yawn.

Then Sandy suddenly smiled. It was morning... the last morning before they were to meet Mistress Carla face to face. It would happen before the day was over. She was certain of it. She smiled, feeling comforted by the certainty of what would happen that day, but also a little anxious because after she met the woman, nothing would be familiar to her.

She leaned up on her elbows and looked at her friend and herself. Their bodies were in fact much cleaner and smoother now. There were still dark patches here and there, and she guessed that it would take lots of soap to get them finally and completely clean. But for now, even her hair looked cleaner and less tangled.

Grace turned around, and smiled brightly at Sandy. "Well," she said, her voice almost singing, "this is the day, little sister. By midnight tonight, if all goes well, you and I will be well-fucked sex slaves in Mistress Carla's house. Are you excited?"

Sandy only lay back on the concrete again and laughed, folding her tiny pink hands over her soft, smooth tummy, which still felt warm and full from the fill of tart girl-filth that she drank from her raven-haired girlfriend's sweet, beautiful pussy. She sighed, thinking of the hours and days ahead. "I don't know," she said at last, "I guess I am. But you have to remember this is all still pretty new to me. I mean... it's wonderful, but I think it may be different at Mistress Carla's house. I am just a little scared because I don't really know what to expect."

"You do know, though," answered Grace, "what is likely to happen to you if you don't go to the Mistress' house and become her sex slave. Then you'll be right back where you were before you left home."

"Yeah, you're right, Grace, of course," said Sandy, feeling a little better about it already. Then she rose to a sitting position again, and gazed at her slim, beautiful girlfriend. "How far did you say it was to Mistress Carla's?" she asked.

Grace turned around, and scooped up the depleted canvas bag. Sandy knew now that the bag contained only the dildo, can-opener, the strip of thin wood she had dubbed the Tit-Whacker, and the map.

"The information on the card says that her place is sixteen miles west of the landfill. We've already come about a mile and a half of that. Still, that leaves us with fourteen and a half miles to go. And on this road, it's likely to take us until late tonight to get there."

"You also said that picture on the card is her house, right? So won't we be able to recognize it?"

"Yes, it is, but it's not visible from the road. Her mailbox has her name on it, so we'll have to look for that first. Her full name is Doctor Carla Hamilton, and yes, she is a medical doctor."

"Okay," said Sandy with a warm but uncertain smile on her face. Then she scooted down onto the retaining wall, and stood up, smiling at her lovely, dark-haired girlfriend. "I guess that there really is nothing left to say, and nothing to do except get on the road and go, good weather or not, and do our best not to be seen or caught."

Grace laughed again, the sound filling Sandy's ears like sweet, comforting music. She pulled the bag's strap up over her shoulder, and moved up next to the younger girl. "Absolutely right, little sis," she said, looking deeply into Sandy's eyes, her gaze full of excitement and love. She leaned forward, and kissed the brunettes delicate lips. "Okay! Let's go!"

They checked their shoes one last time. Sandy saw that hers might not last the day. When she stood before the Mistress, she was likely to be utterly without possession, as her shoes would be gone. Already, they felt loose and ragged on her tiny pink feet. When she compared hers with Grace's, she decided that her girlfriend wasn't any better off. They would both be completely and utterly naked, weak, and helpless when they saw the Mistress with their own eyes.

Bucking up their last reserves of energy and strength for this last segment of their long journey, the two slender and beautiful young girls emerged from under the bridge into the gray, steady rain. A quick check to make sure no vehicles were coming from either direction, and they scrambled up onto the bridge, ran quickly across it, and hurried to the edge of the woods.

Despite their understandable paranoia at their situation, dreading a surprise drive-by that might spy them, the road was completely abandoned for almost the entire day. Probably because it was raining and everyone wanted to stay home, thought Sandy. It being summer, she thought it might also be due to a holiday. Either way, the road was entirely theirs for the day. They only had to duck back into the trees once to hide from a speeding sports car, but that was the only vehicle they saw. The lack of traffic on the road allowed them to make good progress, considering they had eaten very little for at least a month, and they were both weak and weary.

As the day wore toward evening, the rain never seemed to change. The two girls still trudged on along the road, headless of the shower that fell constantly on their heads. It was easy to ignore because it felt fairly warm on their skin. Still, hunger began to take its toll on the lovely naked girls, slowing them down even though their way was mostly clear. Despite that, they were determined, and kept moving.

The gray light seemed to be fading toward darker and darker shades as the two girls trudged slowly through the gentle but constant shower to the top of a rise, and looked along a stretch of the road in front of them. They saw a couple of houses in the distance. Other than that, there were the trees that continued to line the sides of the road. This was broken, however, by post mailboxes set out near the road.

"We have to be close, Sandy," said Grace, and she bent to pull her disintegrating shoes up again. It was almost becoming a useless effort to continue to wear them. "We'll have to be careful, and check each mailbox on the south side of the road. She wrote on the map that her mailbox and house are on the south side."

"It's getting late, too," said Sandy, "The darkness should hide us pretty well as long as most everyone stays inside. It is a bad day, after all. We've hardly seen anyone on the road all day." Her tummy growled and cramped, demanding to be filled with nourishment, but she fought back the pangs so she could focus on the task ahead. Her shoes felt loose again, and she bent to try and pull them up. As she slipped her finger into the band to grip it, the brittle fabric fell apart, breaking the band. "Oh, no!" she cried, her voice tinged with despair, "My shoes!" She tried to pull the other one tight as well. It, too, fell to pieces at her touch. "Damn it! Well, that's that. I now officially have absolutely nothing to wear!" She kicked her feet up, flinging the useless slabs of rubber and tattered canvas off of her feet and into the grass behind them. Then she stood there with her bare feet in a shallow, muddy puddle. She was, at last, completely bare and void of any possessions, money, or home. Struggle as she might, she could not prevent the grief and despair from tearing at her heart. . She wept, softly and quietly. Her sad tears mingled into the raindrops on her face and vanished.

Grace looked at her beautiful, though thin, young girlfriend, and heard her soft whimpering. She approached Sandy, and kissed her gently on the cheek. Then pulled back a couple of feet and smiled. "Hey! Sandy!" she said, her voice soft and sweet and musical, "Little sis! Look!"

Slowly, Sandy turned her head and looked at her slender girlfriend, her eyes still filled with misery.

Grace never lost her smile. She opened the side pocket of the canvas bag, and pulled out the card with the map and picture on it. "This is the only thing we have left that we need," she said. Then she flung the bag, still containing the dildo and the wood strip, far into the gaps between the trees. It vanished from their sight. Then she pulled off her own loose and rapidly deteriorating white canvas shoes, and heaved them one by one into the woods as well.

Sandy watched her friend's last possession vanish into the shadows of the forest, the she looked at Grace. Her face had a strange expression; half-stunned and half-confused... and all amazed. But the slim, raven-tressed young girl only smiled. "Now we are both the same," she said, "We're both completely vulnerable, weak, and helpless. No clothes, money, possessions or family." Then she reached out, and put a soft, comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "No family," she continued, "except for each other, and soon Mistress Carla. This map, little sis," she held up the card, clutched tightly in her dainty fingers, "it's the only thing left that we need, and then only for another hour or so. After that, we'll have Mistress Carla in our family, and we won't ever again need anything else, not even clothes."

Sandy gazed at her lovely girlfriend, taking strength from her smile and dark, loving eyes. Her own smile slowly returned. "Oh, Grace," she said, and opened her arms to the girl, "Grace, I love you!"

The two girls fell into each other's embrace, and wept together joyfully, completely exposed and helpless in the rain and the quickly gathering gloom. The rest of the world vanished for Sandy, and she no longer cared if they were seen. They would likely be with Mistress Carla long before anyone who did see them could do anything about it.

The just stood there on the side of the empty road, holding each other... and loving each other.

Eventually, Grace broke their embrace, and looked deeply into Sandy's eyes. "Come on, little sis," she said, "Let's go find our Mistress!"

The two lovely young naked girls bounded headlong into the last thrust of their long journey. They kept to the edge of the trees, ready to duck back into them and hide on an instant's notice. Only once did they see a car, but it pulled out of a driveway some distance ahead of them and headed in opposite direction. They just ducked behind a tree for a few seconds to make sure it was not headed for them, then the emerged and hurried along the south side of the road again. They also heard a dog barking, but that was very far away and stopped after only a few seconds. They ignored the slow steady rain and the gathering gloom as much as possible, darting out to the road only to read the name on the mailboxes.

The only thing that really slowed the two girls was their lack of shoes. Small rocks and bits of jagged wood bit into the soft souls of their tiny white feet. It didn't seem to bother Grace, but Sandy soon found herself limping slightly, favoring her left foot from a nasty poke from a sharp broken tree branch. Grace stayed with her, only leaving her to quickly scamper out into the open to check a mailbox name. Sandy felt grateful they only had to check the names on the south side of the road.

The darkening gray finally faded to almost complete black, and the names on the boxes became very difficult to read. Still, the girls refused to pass up a single one until they knew what the name on the side was. Grace was forced to read a few by feeling the shapes of the letters.

Still, for three long hours, the rain fell, the darkness closed in, and the two beautiful young unwashed girls pushed on, feeling that they might find the end of the community without ever finding what they were searching for.

Finally, Sandy felt her hunger, weakness, exhaustion, and the dull pain in the soles of her feet draining her last reserves of energy. She leaned against a tree next to a muddy driveway while Grace felt the raised letter shapes on a dark black mailbox atop a twisted wrought-iron post to read the name. It took several seconds longer than her previous efforts did, Sandy noted, and wondered what could be taking so long. She hung her head and breathed deeply, fighting away the powerful urge in her to give up and find a place to rest.

"Little sis!" Grace called through the darkness, keeping her voice low, though she sounded plainly excited, "This is it! We're there!" She almost ran over Sandy as she scampered happily back to the driveway, her small feet splashing through a few muddy puddles.

Though almost completely drained, Sandy felt a new surge of hope and energy. "Really?" she said, holding out her small hands to touch her girlfriend, and finding the older girl's small, soft boobs, "Are you sure? It's so dark I can barely see you and you're right in front of me. Are you sure it was Mistress Carla's name?"

"Oh, yes! Positive!" sang Grace, and lifted the younger girl's hands up to her lips to kiss them, "I checked the letters four times to make sure. This is her driveway! Let's go!"

Now the rain and the mud and the dark were no obstacle to them as thy started up the driveway. They came quickly to a wide aluminum fence that extended across the driveway. A large white sign hanging from it was easy to read even in this dense darkness.

"PRIVATE PROPERTY – KEEP OUT – NO SOLICITORS"

The gate was locked and solid, but the two girls found it easy to climb over, ignoring the sign. A few moments later, they left the road and the gate behind. Hand in hand, they walked happily up the muddy driveway into the dense growth of trees. Grace still clutched the wet, though still precious, card in her free hand.

Her spirits renewed yet again, Sandy felt she wanted to hurry... to rush forward into her rapidly approaching future. The soft mud of the driveway felt kinder to her feet than the street or the tree line. Still, she held tight to Grace's hand. Though her voice, like Grace's, was silent, her heart sang and celebrated. The driveway was easy to follow; all the two naked, rain-drenched girls had to do was stay in the mud and keep moving forward. Each sloshing, squishy step made Sandy feel ever nearer to her journey's end... a journey that began long weeks ago, without provisions or resources, without a friend, and without a destination.

They walked along the driveway for some time, following it fairly deep into the woods. Then suddenly the woods vanished, and the two girls stood on the edge of a wide clearing, looking out into the open space.

Before them stood a two-story frame house, painted white and illuminated by several bright lamps that stood on tall posts near the side door. There was a front door, but it was dark and appeared unused. The side door had a wide, canopy covered porch made of wood planks with three concrete steps leading up to it. Under the canopy, two fixtures on either side of the white door lighted the porch. A small red and white speaker box jutted out from the wall below the fixture on the right of the door. Tall, narrow wood frame windows adorned the siding of the house, and the steeply sloped gray shingle roof made the building look taller still. Warm light shown through the drapes in several on the top floor and one on the bottom floor.

The driveway snaked through a well kept lawn, past the side door porch, and further back toward a few buildings that stood beyond the lampposts. The house was surrounded by beautiful flower gardens of yellow lilies and multi-hued tulips all in full bloom. There was even a round, white-lattice gazebo in the front yard surrounded by blooming rose bushes.

While Sandy gazed in wonder at the lovely house, excitedly noting shadow movement in one top floor window, Grace looked at the picture on the water-soaked card, and compared. She smiled widely and joined the younger girl. Together, they admired the house, almost afraid to approach it. "It's just like the one in picture," she said and last, and put her hand around her companion's trembling shoulder.

"Maybe we should go up and find the door bell," said Sandy, pressing close to the older girl's body.

"Yes," answered Grace, but her voice sound low and grave again, "but I have to tell you a few things." Sandy turned her head to look at Grace, and listened. "Remember," the older girl continued, "we are here seeking to become her sex slaves. So we need to make it look like we are serious."

"What do I need to do?" asked Sandy, wiping more rainwater out of her weary eyes.

"Well, first..." said Grace, "I think we should go to the door with the porch, just because it looks like the door she uses most. Before I ring the doorbell, we should both kneel, standing straight up on our knees, and keep our legs as wide open as we can. Keep your hands behind your back, arch your chest to make those cute titties stick out, and keep your eyes looking down. That way, when she opens the door, she will already know why we are here.

"Then, after she answers the door, stay quiet and let me do the talking. I know what to say, and I can show her this picture and map. Don't talk unless she tells you too or asks you a question. But do let her touch you and do whatever she likes with you. And if she asks you a question, answer as quickly and as truthfully as you can."

"So, we start out from the beginning like we are already her sex slaves," asked Sandy, "even though she hasn't accepted us yet?"

"Yes," said Grace, "and also do whatever she tells you to do, no matter how odd or uncomfortable it may seem. We should behave like we believe she already owns us. Oh, and remember to always call her Ma'am unless she says otherwise. Always be humble and respectful... like a good slave, she would say... and try to sound eager and enthusiastic without sounding desperate. And never, ever, refuse to obey her when she tells you to do something, or she'll reject you right away... maybe both of us."

Sandy felt another cramp in her raging, empty tummy. "Do you think she'll give us something to eat soon?" she asked.

"I don't know," answered Grace, folding the dripping card in her hand, "It would be up to her, so don't mention it to her. She's a doctor, and she has had slaves before, so she knows how to take care of them. She might even have one or two now for all we know. Just remember... we are here to ask her to own us and take care of us. So we have to act like... no... we have to believe that she will take care of us, and trust her. You should act like, and believe it if you can, that the most important thing in the world to you is for her to be happy and content regardless of anything that happens to you. Otherwise, she won't take us seriously, and probably tell us we shouldn't have come here at all." She drew her arm away from Sandy's shoulder, and held tightly to the folded wet card with both hands. "Alright... I hope you remember all that. Are you ready, little sis?"

Sandy looked again at the house, focusing on the door. She breathed a deep, gusty sigh, and resigned herself to her decision. "Lead on," she answered.

Slowly, almost reverently, the two naked and wet girls stepped onto the grass, wiping their feet as they walked toward the porch. The mud around their feet quickly washed away, helped off their skin by the brushing of the wet grass. They stepped into the light of the porch, then slowly up the steps, and onto the dry plank under the canopy awning, out of the rain. They stood still for a few moments, dripping rainwater from their noses, chins, fingertips, and even their pink, puckered little nipples. The light fully exposed their nakedness and vulnerability. In a way, to Sandy, it seemed comforting and reassuring, coming to this woman as needy and weak as they were. Maybe it would help, she thought.

"Okay," said Grace softly, "watch me, and kneel just like this." She bent her knees, and lowered them to the deck, spreading her slender white legs wide to expose her lovely pink cunt. She put her hands behind her back, arched her spine to pusher her small, tiny-nipped titties forward, and looked down at the deck directly in front of her. Sandy noted the position, and in a few moments she also was on her widely parted knees in the exact same position. "Good." continued Grace, "Now remember to keep your eyes down. Don't look at her until she tells you to."

"I'll remember," said Sandy, looking over her semi-healed but still bruised titties to keep her gaze focused on a tiny dark blotch on the white-washed porch planks about two feet in front of her. Another deep sigh to steady her breathing, and she said softly, "I'm ready."

Without another word between them, Grace shuffled forward on her knees up to the door, raised her forefinger of her left hand, and pressed the center button on the speaker box below the sound grid. Quivering slightly with both anticipation and apprehension, the two naked girls waited.

After a few seconds, the speaker behind the grid crackled to life, and a voice broke the silence. "You're on private property," said the gruff, but somehow sweet-sounding voice, "And it's late, and raining. You better have a really good reason for being here. What do you want?" The speaker fell silent.

Grace paused a moment, then pressed the yellow 'TALK' button. "Mistress Carla?" she said. Her voice sounded almost like a whine. She took her finger off the button.

For an eternity of moments, the speaker remained silent. Sandy's heart pounded in her chest, but she still kept her gaze down to the floor.

The speaker crackled again. "I'll be right there," said the voice, then silence again.

Grace put her arm back behind her back, and waddled on her knees backward until she knelt next to her companion on the porch, several feet back away from the door and fully exposed by the light. She arched her spine, and looked down at the floor. Nervously, the two slim, naked girls waited.

A light appeared in the window in front of Sandy, glowing through the thin drapes. The younger girl began trembling nervously.

Within moments, the door handle rattled, and the door swung inside. Then someone stepped out onto the planks of the porch, stopping a few feet in front of the kneeling, naked girls. Sandy could not see the person's face, but her feet were in fuzzy slippers. From these, two smooth, sleek. feminine calves rose up into a loose blue-green striped garment that Sandy guessed was a bathrobe. She turned her eyes back to the blotch on the floor, not daring to look further at the woman. She tried and failed to will herself to stop trembling.

"Oh, my," said the delicate, musical voice, unbroken now by the mechanics of the speaker box, "What in the world have we here. Did someone send me a present? Look up at me!"

The two girls slowly raised their heads. Sandy drew her gaze up to the woman's face. The robe and slippers made the woman's body appear hidden, common and uninteresting, but her face shined from under a magnificent mane of bright, golden blond hair that draped in loose curls around her face and down to her shoulders. The woman was apparently getting ready for bed, so she wore no make up. But even without it, she looked almost angelic to Sandy's eyes, with high cheekbones, round eyebrows, a gently curving nose and well-shaped pink lips. And her bright blue eyes shined down at the two girls. Sandy breathed hard. Already she had fallen in love with the woman, she felt... or at least with her lovely face. Sandy guessed the woman to be in her early thirties, though it was hard to tell in this light without seeing the rest of her body.

The woman looked at them and spoke. "I wish I knew how this happened," she said, "It should be quite a story. One about how two lovely young ladies come to the middle of nowhere, show up naked on my doorstep in the middle of the night, in the rain, and calling me by my intimate name, which only a very few people in the world know. Interesting... just plain fucking interesting." Her stern gaze turned to Sandy. The girl wanted to look away, but couldn't move her head... as if she had no choice but to gaze up into those hard, beautiful blue eyes.

"I don't know you, little one," she said, then her eyes flashed over to Grace, "But you are familiar. New York, about a year ago, I believe. You were at that high school career function I where I was a speaker. We met later behind the theater exits as I was leaving, and I had you in my hotel room and was spanking your soft little ass less than an hour later. Right?.... Grace?"

"Yes, Ma'am, Mistress Carla" said the dark-haired girl, "you remember well. as I do. I treasure that time now, and have missed you deeply since. But I also remembered your promise, and kept your map. You said that if I ever needed someone, you would be there for me, to help me and take care of me, but I would have consent to become your slave. I've now chosen to accept that offer, if I am still allowed to do so." She drew her hands around in front, and offered the cardboard picture with the map to the tall, powerful-looking blond woman.

Without showing expression, good or bad or otherwise, Mistress Carla took the waterlogged card, and looked at the map drawing. "Ah yes," she said, and the corners of her mouth turned up into a soft smile, "I do remember this. You and I had a lot of fun that weekend." She folded the map, and put it in her pocket. "That explains why you are here." Her gaze then fell upon Sandy again. "But who's this? I know I've never met you before."

Sandy tried to speak, but she could not tear her attention away from those magnificent eyes. She could only let out short squeaks as she groped for words.

"Please, Mistress Carla," said Grace, keeping her voice low and even to make herself sound humble, "Please allow me to explain. I beg you."

The Mistress turned her eyes back to the older girl. "Go ahead." she said.

"Thank you, Mistress Carla," said Grace, her voice tinged with a hint of joy. The woman's eyes turned again to Sandy, who felt the steely gaze pierce into her soul like a sharp knife. They gazed at each other... into each other's eyes, as Grace continued. "This is my friend, Sandy, Mistress Carla. She and I both ran away from home. I rant to escape my parent's abuse, and she to get away from her brutal and cruel foster parents. We met outside a motel on a back road in Indiana ten days ago. She had no place to go, so I told her about you. We thought perhaps if you needed a slave, or even two, that you might consider her even though you've never met her. She has nothing to loose by coming here, even if you reject her. So we are both her tonight to beg you to accept us and make us your sex slaves, please, Mistress Carla." The raven-haired girl fell silent again.

"I see," said the Mistress, her hand churning in the pockets of her robe, "But why did you come here this late at night wearing not even a single thread of clothes? Where's your vehicle? And what happened to her... to Sandy's tits? Those bruises look several days old, from a rather vicious beating. Not to mention the fact that both of you look and smell like you've been swimming in a sewer. What's been going on?"

Sandy struggled again for words, and found none. She began seething with anger toward herself, and tears formed in her eyes from the frustration born of a desire to answer for herself, as asked, and not being able to.

"Please, Mistress Carla," continued Grace, "Let me answer for her. Sandy is inexperienced with your craft, and she may feel a bit overwhelmed right now. May I answer for her, please?" The Mistress kept her gaze on Sandy's quivering body, but nodded her consent. "Thank you, Mistress Carla. I met Sandy when we both spent the night in a garbage dumpster outside that motel in Indiana. We were both in the same state. We did not even a have change of clothes. I had only a few other items with me. The next day, most of what we were wearing fell apart in the rain, and we were left naked in the open, with no way to find anything to wear." The woman's face flushed with surprise, and she turned again to Grace, who continued.

"We've been moving overland to get to you, Mistress Grace, on foot, wearing nothing but our shoes because we had no choice.. We've been avoiding any populated areas, and keeping in the woods for almost the entire way. Our shoes finally fell apart around sunset this evening, about a mile east of here. That's why we are totally naked before you now. We have nothing, and no place to go, Mistress Carla."

The robed blond woman seemed almost shocked by what she had just heard. "Naked, walking overland for over three hundred miles?" she said, "But... but how did you get across the ... Never mind. There will be time for all that later." She turned back to Sandy, though she still spoke to Grace. "You say you've been together since Indiana. I would guess then that you did that to her tits, didn't you, Grace?"

"Yes, Ma'am," said the older girl, "We were alone in a barn a few nights ago. We wanted to fuck, and she asked me to beat her tits for her. She did ask, Mistress Carla."

"I believe you, Grace," answered the blonde Mistress, "From the look of those bruises, it must have been a very intense experience. That's good. It means your friend has a very high tolerance for pain." She stepped up in front of Sandy, and gazed down into the naked, kneeling girls adoring eyes.

"So... Sandy," said the Mistress, her voice slow and musical, "My friend Grace has explained to you about who and what I am. Yes?"

Again, Sandy could only grope for wards, and again Grace piped up to intervene. "Please, Mistress Ca..."

"I asked her!" barked the blonde Mistress. Her voice sounded stinging... irresistibly commanding, but there was no anger in it. She looked deep into the kneeling brunette's eyes. "Speak!" she commanded.

Sandy felt herself trembling before the power of the woman, and it made her heavily bruised titties jiggle, sending more waves of sweet pain flowing through her, exciting her. Feeling somewhat comforted by the woman's easy manner, as well as motivated by the powerful voice, Sandy searched deeper for words, and finally found them.

"M... Mistress Carla..." the younger girl stammered out, "Everything Grace said to you is true. I have nothing, not even clothes, and no where to go if I leave here. And yes, I did ask her to beat my tits with a flat strip of wood. She told me about you the first night we were together, sharing that dumpster to get out of the rain. That's why I am here now, kneeling before you to ask for your mercy and accept me as a sex slave... to accept us both, Mistress Carla."

The Mistress did not break her gaze, but nodded her head in understanding. "I see," she said at last, "And about the tit beating... Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes," said the kneeling brunette teen girl, "It was wonderful. I... we... Grace and I did it as part of the sex we enjoyed that night. I loved it. I am hoping I might enjoy such an experience again soon."

"How interesting," said the Mistress, and she smiled softly at Sandy. The expression filled the brunette girl with a warm glow that felt almost akin to love.

Mistress Carla then turned away from the two kneeling naked girls, rubbed her head as she walked toward the porch door, then turned back around and replaced her hands in her pockets. "I must tell you," she said, "I recently lost my last slave girl to an attack by a swarm of bees a month ago. They stung her to death." Sandy shuddered, imagining such a death in her mind, then quickly pushing it aside. Grace did not move, but just continued to look up at the Mistress. "I am still in mourning over that," the powerful blonde woman continued, "I have not yet had time to consider the possibility of even one sex slave for my home, much less two. I know you, Grace. And you, Sandy, I believe from our chat here tonight that you have the capacity to be a sex slave, so I must confess you are a possibility." She sighed heavily, lifting up her chest, which looked to Sandy like it carried a large heavy load titflesh. "I cannot tonight give either of you a yes or a no. This is a heavy, important decision I must make, and I will have to think about it overnight, and consider my options, and their ramifications. As for you two... for tonight... well, I suppose I must do something with you. Eyes down. Wait here, and don't move."

Immediately the two kneeling girls returned their gazes to the floor. The Mistress turned, opened the door, and slipped back inside.

Though she stayed physically quiet and still, Sandy's mind boiled and churned with imagined possibilities and consequences. For a moment, the chance for a meal seemed within reach, but she knew she must not give in to such a hope, or to ask for such a mercy. It was too soon, even though her empty tummy churned and twisted inside of her, raging to be satisfied. Grace stood kneeling only a few feet to her left, silent and unmoving, almost like a statue.

After a few minutes, the door opened again, and the Mistress emerged. This time Sandy saw some tight jeans and worn cowboy boots, but nothing above the knee.

Without saying a word, the Mistress went behind the sluts. Sandy heard a rustling noise followed by a click. A moment later, she felt strong, graceful hands grabbing her wrists behind her. In a flash, Sandy felt the cold touch of steel on her wrists, then another click. She breathed heavily, knowing that the Mistress had just cuffed her hands behind her back... and Grace's as well.

A hand grabbed her dripping, tangled hair and jerked her head back, causing Sandy to gasp in surprise. Her mouth opened for only a moment, and she felt a soft round object being forced between her teeth. It tasted of rubber. And something hung off the sides out of her mouth. She felt those pulled tight back around behind her head, then hooked together. Thus gagged, with the ball in her mouth, Sandy knew she could not cry out. Then suddenly the light vanished as blindfold was slipped over her head to cover her eyes. Then the hands departed from her, and the kneeling slut trembled. In the space of only a few seconds, she had gone from being obedient to being chained... bound with handcuffs, blindfolded, and gagged with the rubbery ball in her mouth. She wasn't sure if this was what she had imagined at all, but now it was too late. She was utterly at Mistress Carla's mercy. She was sure Grace was in an identical situation a few feet to her left, though she could not see it... only imagine it.

The brunette girl sensed movement, and heard the heavy steps of the Mistress boots on the planks. Then suddenly a wave of pain seared into her left tit from her nipple. She gasped at the brutal suddenness of the assault, and knew that the Mistress and seized and was twisting on her sore nipple, pulling it upward with determined force. She heard a gasping murmur from Grace's direction, and thought the Mistress must be tormenting their nipples simultaneously.

"On your feet!" said Mistress Carla's voice, this time bold and overwhelming, compelling obedience almost by the force of her voice alone. Trembling with pain and confusion, Sandy felt she had no choice but to obey that voice. With a groan and a whimper, she twisted her legs around under her as best she could, and stumbled slowly to her feet. She wanted to scream as the upward pull on her tender nipple increased, viciously stretching her already sore young titmeat. She knew by the sounds about her that she and Grace were sharing this moment with the Mistress.

At last on her feet, with slender thighs weak from hunger, Sandy stood shaking and undeniably a little fearful.

The Mistress either did not notice or did not care. She just yanked and pulled on the sensitive nipple, maneuvering Sandy around by her tit over the planks of the porch.

"Step down!" the Mistress commanded, and pulled on Sandy's nipple again. The whimpering, blindfolded brunette didn't know what else to do. She put her right foot forward. It found nothing. She lowered her bar foot more, and it found the step. The pulling on her nipple increased, accompanied by a low giggle. The Mistress was laughing at them as she manhandled the two bound and blindfolded young girls down the steps by their nipples. A couple more steps and Sandy's feet sank again into the wet grass. Cool drops of rain resumed falling on her vulnerable and weak body. A thousand sensations and visions and unknown terrors streamed through her mind, and she almost broke down to cry. Still, she struggled to stand up straight... to not try to escape the Mistress' attentions,

It occurred to Sandy suddenly that this was how it should be. More than anything else, for herself at least, she need someone to take care of her and help her. If she expected this beautiful, powerful Mistress to do that for her, she would have to be willing to accept anything Mistress Carla wished to use her for, even if it was just to torment Sandy's helpless body just to entertain herself. At least this treatment had a purpose, she guessed, else why did she go into the house?

"Follow!" commanded Mistress Carla, and she pulled cruelly on Sandy's delicate nipple. Groans to her left told her that something similar was happening to her friend Grace.

Responding to the pulling, Sandy took a short step forward. The pulling continued, so she stepped again. Within a few moments, she felt like she was being taken through the steady rainfall to some sort of destination... and she was being led there, cuffed, gagged and blindfolded, through the rain in the middle of the night... pulled along by her tit!

This was far beyond anything she had imagined. She felt so small and helpless and humiliated. But it was too late. She could neither run nor see where she was going. All she could do was follow wherever Mistress Carla took her searing nipple.

For several long minutes, Sandy felt herself being guided around over the grass led by her nipple at the hands of Mistress Carla. The harsh, degrading treatment of her body and mind made her feel deeply ashamed of her self. She wished that she were an insect that could at least be stepped on and squashed out of it's misery. Still, as degrading as it was and as tiny and worthless as it made here feel, it was STILL better than the treatment she got from her foster parents back east. If only for that reason, Sandy knew, she had taken a step up in her life by coming to Mistress Carla.

Finally, Sandy felt the drops of rain stop falling on her naked body, and her feet stepped onto a hard, smooth surface that she guessed must be cured concrete. Without warning, the Mistress released her nipple, and Sandy welcomed the tiny bit of relief as blood flow returned to the stiff little sensitive tit crown.

"Stay there, Sandy!" commanded the Mistress strong, dominating voice.

Sandy found that an easy command to obey. Bound, blindfold and unable to talk, all she could do was wait... and listen.

She first heard a shuffle of boots and sensed some sort of uncontrolled movement combined with low grunts and whimpers that sounded like Grace's voice. Then there was a rustling of some sort of sheeting a few yards in front of her. More shuffling, groaning and whining, then a clatter of metal on metal that lasted for only a few seconds, then a clanging door.

For a few seconds after that... nothing. Sandy couldn't even sense her companion Grace anywhere close to her. A new kind of emotion filled her... much like fear, but also like anticipation. She wanted desperately to know where she was and what was happening. The anticipation part came from knowing she would soon find out.

Without warning, strong hands seized Sandy's arms from the back, jerking her around as if deliberately thrashing her like a rag doll. She whimpered and whined behind her gag as she was pulled one way, then another, then another. The constant movement kept her from getting her feet under her to stand. With no strength due to lack of nourishment for so many days, she completely helpless and miserable and without recourse to resist the degrading treatment. She wept behind the blindfold, thinking she must look much like a nasty rag doll as she flopped around from the almost constant jerking on her arms.

As quickly as it began, the jerking and thrashing of her helpless body stopped, and Sandy was able again to stand on her feet. She heard a creaking noise, then a metallic clang, then suddenly the hands grabbed her again, pulling her around and forcing her to bend over. She felt herself stumble against some sort of metal grid, then the hands twisted her around, forced her head down, and finally threw her heavily to the ground, where she landed on a smooth cold surface that felt like plates steel. The force of the tumble rolled her over into a fetal position, leaning against a grid that bit into her back. Then another creaking, followed by a very loud 'CLANG!' that quickly faded before a dull rattling. Then all was silent.

Strange emotions poured into Sandy's head as she leaned against the grid. She felt a churning mixture of fear, excitement, a bit of anger, anxiety, and a host of others she could not name. So intense was this storm of feelings that she knew she could never have resisted it if she was strong and healthy. This whirlwind of emotions flared into her sensitive parts, tickling and throbbing into her warm, needy pussy, tight asshole and bouncing ass cheeks, and especially her swollen battered titmeat. He aroma of her hot cunt honey filled the air around her, and she felt if flow down over her thigh until it pooled on the metal floor under her. She had no choice but to lay in it and whimper.

"Grace! Sandy!" called the Mistress voice from some yards away, The voice sliced it's way past the slim girl's emotional whirlwind, and she perked at it to listen. "In case you have not guessed, I've put you in individual cages in one of my buildings. You will remain in there for tonight just as you are. I am going to bed to sleep on your proposal. I promise I will consider it well and fairly, and have an answer for you in the morning. Good night."

Footsteps resonated through the air, quickly fading. Then all was silent and still around the slender brunette girl, but for the constant patter of rain, and an occasional shuffle or whimper from a few yards away that Sandy was sure must be Grace.

All she could do, for now, was lay on the cool steel floor of the cage, curled up with her arms bound behind her, unable to see or speak. Unsure to herself why, the girl sobbed and wept behind the ball gage. But after long minutes, the raging emotions in her slowed and stopped, though still warm, and she began to feel calmer again. She could no longer resist her weakness and exhaustion, so she surrendered to sleep easily. Her last thought, before passing into the blackness of slumber was a sense of comfort knowing that an answer to her plea to the Mistress... the beautiful, goddess-like Mistress with the shining blue eyes... was promised to her in the morning.

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Sandy wasn't sure what awakened her. As she became aware that she was conscious, she nearly panicked because she still couldn't see. Then the rough feel of the metal grate on her back reminded her that she was curled up on the bottom of a small cage, and the previous evening's memories came back to her. Blindfolded... gagged... hands cuffed behind her back. Her stomach twisted again, scolding her for being so neglectful to keep it filled.

From somewhere far beyond her cage, she heard a voice talking. It sounded too distant to make out any words, but she could tell it was the voice she remembered from last night... Mistress Carla. Birds sang somewhere close, and she felt a swirl of cool air at her feet. The building she was in must have an open door... still open. She couldn't remember hearing a door close last night when the Mistress departed after putting the two girls, herself and Grace, in these cages.

Grace! Where was Grace? She couldn't hear any sign of the other girl. She felt herself needing desperately to hear her friend's voice, or at least a rattling of the other cage... just to know she was okay.

After some time... she couldn't tell how long... the voice vanished. The only other sign of life was an occasional twitter of a bird from beyond cage.

A sound of footsteps approached, then she heard and felt a rattling of the cage around her, and she started shivering, unsure what to expect. Then suddenly a strong hand, soft and smooth but with sharp fingernails, grabbed her arm and jerked her up almost to her knees. She groaned at the handling of her, and almost began to panic again. But she felt much too weak to resist, and tried to follow the pulling though she had no way to know what was happening to her.

The hand pulled her out of the cage, and another hand grabbed her other arm. The two roughly jerked and pulled her several feet from the cage before they forced her down almost to the point that she fell over.

"Kneel, Sandy!" Mistress Carla's voice.

The two hands held Sandy's arms tightly as the trembling girl clumsily pulled her weakened legs up under her and bend them so that she knelt on the smooth concrete floor with her knees wide apart. The hands then let go of her arms, and she felt something being fondled at the back of her head. A moment later, the straps of the ball gag in her mouth fell loose. Fingers reached between her lips, seized the ball, and jerked it out of her mouth. Sandy felt a small pool of drool pour out over her lower lip, and spill onto her chest, dribbling on her boobs. She gasped at the sudden flow of air into her mouth, and her jaws ached from being held open so wide the entire night. It hurt to move her mouth.

A moment later, she felt one of the hands grab the back of her neck, then the other pressed against her empty tummy. Then she was suddenly shoved over, bent at the waist, over her knees so that was curled up almost into a ball, her face aimed down toward the floor.

Sandy almost began weeping again, but then she smelled something close to her nose. It was a sweet, buttery smell, familiar... though she couldn't remember from where.

"Eat!" said Mistress Carla's strong voice.

Sandy knew she wanted to, but she hesitated a moment, still confused by what was happening to her. Then she felt a hand on the back of her head. I shoved down hard on her, forcing her down face first into some sort of thick, slightly grainy stuff. The smell suddenly became very strong, and whatever it was oozed around her face. A bit of it leaked in between her lips. She tasted it, then remembered. Oatmeal! It had to be oatmeal! Sweet, buttery oatmeal... with brown sugar and a hint of cinnamon!

"I said eat!" Mistress Carla again, sounding a little more commanding and forceful, her hand still on the back of Sandy's head. But the naked and bound girl needed no further coercion. She opened her sore jaws, and sucked a mouthful of the warm cereal into her mouth. It tasted wonderful, sweet and filling. She wanted to use her hands, but it didn't matter. She was eating again... a real meal for the first time in weeks. She sucked it down greedily, ravenously, gobbling the delicious and gooey porridge like an animal. Her stomach celebrated and calmed with every mouthful. Lumps of it stuck to her face, but she didn't care. It seemed to be a large bowl, filled full. And it felt good... tasted good... and the more she ate, the more it made her feel good. The ache in her boobs vanished, and the hardships of her journey faded from her memory. And though she became dimly aware that the hand had left her head and there was movement around her, she ignored that too. She didn't even care that she was eating from a bowl on the floor. All that mattered was the bowl of delicious, buttery, sweet and cinnamony oatmeal. Her fear disappeared, and she felt a hint of real comfort outside of Grace's touch for the first time in her memory.

At last her lips touched the bottom of the wide, deep plastic bowl. She smiled as she began licking the remaining blobs of oatmeal from the sides and bottom of the bowl. She felt big, sticky lumps clinging to her face, and she reached as far as she could with her tongue to lick as much as possible from around her lips.

Just as Sandy began to believe that she would not be able to get another speck of the cereal into her mouth, she felt the Mistress' grab a handful of her stringy, tangled hair and jerk her up straight. With another odd pull, the hand pulled her head back roughly. Though she felt a tiny bit stronger, Sandy didn't resist... she didn't want to. Her tummy felt almost full for the first time in a very long time.

"Open your mouth wide!" commanded the Mistress.

Sandy obeyed, not sure what was happening. She waited with her mouth open, the hand in her hair making sure she faced upward.

A moment later, the girl felt a liquid being poured into her mouth. She recognized the taste, and it excited her. Milk! Sweet, fresh and wholesome milk! Even as the Mistress commanded her to "Drink!" she began swallowing. It tasted different but no less delicious than the oatmeal, and it cooled her throat, quenching her thirst.

The flow into her mouth increased, and she could swallow it fast enough. The milk spilled out of her mouth and dribbled down her body... over her tits, down her full tummy, then it slithered down over her clit and pussy lips where it dripped from her. Still she swallowed, gulping the wonderful milk as fast as she could. It even felt good to be kneeling naked with the excess flow spilling down over her body. It even felt arousing, though in a degrading sort of way. But that didn't matter. It filled her tummy just that much more, and for the first time in a long time, she felt well fed and satisfied.

The flow of milk eventually slowed and stopped. Sandy swallowed the last mouthful, and licked her lips with relish, feeling the cool liquid sticking to her body and dripping from her nipples. The hand let go of her hair, and she knelt there, reeling in the delight of the moment, enjoying her full tummy... the full tummy that the Mistress had given her. The strong woman did have a kind streak after all, Sandy thought, and felt grateful for being fed, even though it was in a way she had never considered decent before.

"Thank you, M...." she began.

"Don't talk!" commanded the Mistress from several feet away. Sandy shut her mouth, and waited, letting the nourishment from her meal surge through her weakened body. Already, she felt much better and stronger.

She felt the Mistress' strong hands on her again, lifting her up. "On your feet!" came the commanding, musical voice. Sandy obeyed, and allowed the hands to steady her as she squirmed to pull her feet under her and push up until she stood straight. She breathed heavily, feeling slender dribbles of the cool milk slither down the insides of her thighs.

The Mistress suddenly began pushing her forward, and she stumbled, trying to keep up with the force of the strong hands. "Move!" came the command, though it was really unneeded. Sandy felt much comforted and stronger after her meal, and knew she couldn't resist anyway, and shouldn't even if she could, and wouldn't either, because she didn't want to. It began to dawn on her, as the Mistress pushed her off the concrete surface and began guiding her over the damp grass outside, that she actually wanted very much to obey... to let Mistress Carla... with the angelic, steely blue eyes... command her.

She didn't know where she was being taken, but really didn't care. Even though she was naked, bound, blindfolded and dripping with goo from her breakfast, it all felt good. She felt a warmth flow into her skin... the sun, she guessed, as they were apparently outside... and the cool morning air swirled around her. She ambled along through the grass almost in a dreamy haze... letting the Mistress push her along, going wherever the Mistress wanted her to go.

She felt her feet step onto a hard surface, like smooth concrete, though this floor, if that's what it was, felt very wet with cool water. The hands held her fast. "Stop!" came the command. Sandy halted obediently, her feet firmly under her as she stood on the flat surface.

She felt the hands leave her arms, then grab her wrists, pulling her backwards so that she almost stumbled, and maneuver her backward a step to her right. Then she felt a shuffling behind her and a manipulation of her cuffed hands. A gave her cuffs a tiny jerk, and she knew that they had been fastened to something. She shuffled her feet to keep her balance, and the backs of her legs touched something round and rough. Whatever it was, she decided, the Mistress must have bound her cuffs to it to secure her.

"Stand still!"

The Mistress command was easy to obey. Sandy knew she couldn't go anywhere. Though she stood on a wet concrete surface, she still felt the warm rays of the sun on her skin. Feeling almost comfortable with her situation. She waited, sensing Mistress Carla moving around her, and listing to a close, sloshing sound.

Suddenly, something squishy and wet, soaked with water, slopped against her chest, and began moving over her body. Another familiar smell came to her nostrils... soap. Mistress Carla was washing her, apparently with a large, grainy sponge of some kind. She smiled, and remained still to allow it to continue.

The Mistress scrubbed the naked and bound girl all over, soaping her heavily from neck to feet and pushing the sponge into every crevice of the girl's body. It felt wonderful to Sandy, and she smiled contentedly as she felt the grime being washed and scrubbed from her arms, legs, back and tits. The Mistress even pushed the soapy sponge between the girl's legs to wash her cunt area... then down the crack of her ass.

"I am going to take the blindfold off now, girl," said the Mistress as the scrubbing halted, "you will keep your eyes shut tightly. I don't want you to get soap in your eyes."

"Yes, Mistress Carla," answered Sandy, then she felt a sharp sting on her cheek as her face was slapped with some force. The blow didn't really hurt that much, but it surprised her, and she gasped.

"Don't talk!" the Mistress commanded, and Sandy remained silent, keeping her eyes closed tightly as the blindfold was removed. A moment later, she felt a soapy cloth pressed against her face, washing away the grime around her eyes. It felt wonderful, and she remained as still as she could as the Mistress cleaned her face and neck, washed carefully around her ears and mouth. It continued for several minutes, and she smiled, reveling in feeling clean again.

It didn't stop there. After the Mistress finished with her face, Sandy felt warm water poured onto her head, forcing her to breathe through her mouth. Then a cool, thick fluid soaked into her hair, and she smelled a perfumed, soapy odor. As the Mistress began rubbing her fingers into her hair, Sandy realized that her hair was being shampooed. She smiled widely as the Mistress fingers massaged and scrubbed all her head, manipulating and loosening the wet tangles of light brown hair. The girl obediently kept her eyes shut, and felt excess blobs of the thick foamy shampoo flow down over her face and neck. The shampoo seemed to go on for some time, and the Mistress' fingers gently straightened the tangles without tearing Sandy's hair.

Eventually, that ended as well. Sandy heard a slight squeaking. Then a steady flow of warm water splashed against her body. "Stay still," said the Mistress. Sandy obeyed, feeling thick stream of water, apparently from a hose, move quickly over her body, rinsing the soap off of her. She felt the flow move to her head, and a hand sloshed it through her hair, rinsing away the shampoo. It rinse only took a minute or two, the Sandy felt the gentle flow stop with a repeat of the slight squeaking. She stood there, bound and dripping wet with her eyes closed tightly, but feeling much stronger, well fed and actually clean.

"Open your mouth," commanded the Mistress, and Sandy obeyed. A gentle spray of liquid covered the inside of her mouth, and she smelled and tasted mint. "Wash that around in your mouth," said the Mistress, and Sandy obeyed readily, enjoying the taste and feeling her breath being freshened by the light aroma of mint.

After a few seconds, the girl felt a wide, soft and thick towel pressed against her body, and it began patting her all over. She enjoyed the feel, and stood very still while the Mistress dried her body. She even lifted her limbs as much as she could so Mistress Carla could dry her armpits, her pussy mound, and between her ass cheeks. Then the cloth covered her head, rubbing and absorbing the excess water from her hair.

Sandy felt amazed, getting so much of this kind of attention from someone she just met. It moved her deeply, even more so because she was so utterly helpless and vulnerable. But, then again, this might be exactly what Grace had been talking about. In fact, the only thing that bothered her, as Mistress Carla pulled the towel away from her hair, was that she didn't know where her friend was.

"Keep your eyes closed," the Mistress commanded, "and stay still." Sandy felt Mistress Carla's voice was much calmer now, though no less commanding and forceful, as if the Mistress were addressing a child who needed easy instruction. She heard a switch flipped, followed by a loud whirring of a small electric motor. A few seconds later, she felt very warm air being blown toward her head and the breeze moved around through her hair. She was sure it was a blow drier... a suspicion confirmed when she felt something almost solid touch her hair, and begin stroking downward with the drier stream. She stay as still as she could, eyes closed tightly and without uttering a sound, as the Mistress brushed and dried her soft brown hair. In minutes, Sandy felt single strands of hair blown about her face. Mistress Carla switched off the drier, and Sandy felt the woman continue to brush her hair. A few minutes of that, and the girl could feel her locks, much cleaner and softer now, fall in delicate waves about her neck and shoulders.

The bath session was over, Sandy thought, and then she felt the Mistress manipulating the cuffs behind her. In a moment, she was free of the post, though her hands were still securely bound behind her back. She sensed the woman moving around to her front, then gasped as both of her nipples were suddenly pinched and pulled by strong fingers. The pulling became harsher, stretching her tits.

"Follow!" the Mistress ordered, and Sandy knew the woman intended to lead her somewhere by her tits, just like she did last night. But this time, it seemed less alien, so she followed, letting herself be led in whatever direction her tender little pink nipples were pulled, still keeping her eyes obediently closed.

The Mistress led her out onto the grass again, still outside, because Sandy felt the warm sunshine continue to caress her shoulders, back, and ass cheeks. It didn't matter to her where she was going. At this point, she felt she could trust Mistress Carla more than anyone else in the world. And the idea... the real situation she was in... it all felt so delightfully spicy.. even kinky! She could feel her pussy warming and leaking drops of her hot cunt honey that tickled the inside of her thighs.

After some time, she felt another solid concrete surface under her feet. "Stop!" said the Mistress, and Sandy halted in her tracks. "Remain silent, and keep your eyes closed." Those words sounded like they were spoken in another direction, though she thought it best to go ahead and obey them.

A moment later, Sandy felt a hand on the back of her neck and another on her hip. The hand on her neck pushed forward while down while the other held firm against her. "Bend over," said the Mistress, "and spread your legs!" Sandy easily complied, steadied by the hands on her body. She found herself bent low at the waist while her she held her legs straight and spread. Air swirled around her pussy and, she noticed, her asshole. She wasn't sure what to think at this point, but whatever it was, the Mistress apparently had a good reason.

As she held herself steady, she felt the Mistress apply a cool, slippery substance to her asshole, rubbing it around and pushing it in a bit. Then, something solid and wet touched the hole, and began pushing against it. "Relax your asshole, Sandy," the Mistress demanded, and the girl complied as best she could, feeling she knew what Mistress Carla wanted to do.

Now this seemed almost unnatural, thought Sandy, and very odd. As much as she and Grace fucked on their journey, at least the older girl could be seen. Now Sandy was being required to bend over and surrender her asshole to a woman she could not see and had only met the night before. But, again, Mistress Carla had been so good to her this morning, it wouldn't be right to reject it. Even more so, since she had come here to ask to become a sex slave.

The pressure against Sandy's tight little hole increased, and then she felt her asshole begin to stretch. Whatever it was... probably some kind of sex toy like the dildo she stole from that farmhouse... it was thick and smooth. She relaxed her tight back door as much as she could. It helped. The pressure against the invader increased, and the full tip of it forced it's way into her. The pain of being stretched so wide vanished as the object slid quickly and deeply up her ass. She sighed, trying to keep her mouth from emitting a sound. Still, she felt so good... so full and content, that she couldn't help feeling the tingling in her steamy twat become a powerful throbbing. It was so strong she felt it in her sensitive titties. Even though there was nothing in her cunt, she wanted... craved... even desperately needed to cum.

But nothing touched her cunt, and that left her frustrated and needy. She wanted to cry out and beg Mistress Carla to stimulate her pussy, but that would be wrong. The Mistress knew what she was doing, and hand good reason for whatever she did. Just trust her, Sandy thought... just trust her.

In a moment, with the object buried deeply in her ass flesh, Sandy felt a hand on her back near her ass, and a firm strike of a soft hand behind each knee. It didn't hurt, but it was enough force to cause her knees to bend.

"Kneel!" said the Mistress, and Sandy obeyed, bending her knees further to lower them to the floor, guided by the Mistress hands. Once she rested on her knees, Mistress Carla then took her by her shoulders and pulled her up straight. "Arch your back," she said, "Tits forward!" The girl obeyed, and she felt... knew... that she was now in the exact same position the Mistress found her and Grace in last night on the porch. She sensed movement around her, and maybe a soft breathing just a few feet away, but she couldn't tell what was happening. So, she waited, kneeling with her hands cuffed behind her back, blindfolded, and her ass stuffed so delightfully full. Only now she was also clean and fed. It all felt so right and natural. The girl almost felt like any other way to feel would be a violation of the laws of nature. And that made sense, because here it was She... Mistress Carla... with the steel-blue eyes and the sweet, musical voice that could not be disobeyed... SHE was the one who made the law here.

Presently, she sensed movement in front of her some feet away, then heard the voice again. "Open your eyes and look at me!" it demanded. Sandy did so.

The first thing that appeared to her was a tall, curvy, magnificently beautiful woman dressed only in tall, shiny leather boots... raised high on stiletto heels. Her only other garment was a thick leather belt around her waist with a heavy silver buckle and a line of round studs. Sleek, strong naked thighs supported wide, gently curving hips, and were slightly parted to reveal a sparsely-furred pussy cleft that accentuated rather than obscured the glistening cunt lips. Further up the creature's body, Sandy saw a two huge, round, firm-yet-soft globes of smooth, alabaster titmeat. The beautiful boobs had pinkish brown silver dollar sized nipples with thick, slightly darker tips.

Then, Sandy looked higher, and beheld the lovely face and mane of hair... the gently curved lips... round eyebrows... and finally the shining, piercing steel-blue eyes. So beautiful was the Mistress' body and face... so heavenly and perfect... Sandy could not help feeling... what? She couldn't name her feelings. Her head spun with sensations and emotions. All the girl knew was that Mistress Carla possessed the most desirable female body she had ever set eyes upon. The Mistress looked so magnificent... so absolutely beautiful and powerful and goddess-like... that Sandy felt tears form in her eyes and trail slowly down her cheeks. She felt surely that she was falling in love with Mistress Carla.

After several moments, the Mistress stirred, standing straight and tall, holding a long slender object with a flared tip... a riding crop like Sandy had seen used on horses in races on television. The Mistress gazed down at her, then to her right. Sandy glanced the same direction, and saw in the edge of her vision another kneeling, naked girl; her friend Grace. Like herself, Grace was kneeling with her hands behind her back, probably cuffed. She, too, was clean and washed from head to toe, and her pale, pinkish skin shined in the bright sunlight.

Sandy smiled, but knew she must keep her attention in it's proper place, so she looked up again to the Mistress, adoring her with her eyes.

"Last night," began Mistress Carla, her voice calm and deliberate as she stood above them holding the crop with both hands, "I answered my door to find two filthy, dirty little darling girls kneeling on my porch, and they... you two... begged me to take you in and make you my slaves. I wasn't sure I wanted to believe your story because it sounded so improbable. But I never reject anyone out of hand, so I decided to keep you for the night, and consider your request.

"At first, I wanted to reject you because I have recently lost a slave I loved very much, and my heart is still grieving for her. However, I found myself wanting to know more. So I went out last night with a flashlight, about a mile east of here and looked around."

The Mistress looked at them with a mixture of hard certainty and tender compassion, and continued. "I found four small canvas shoes, all so worn and fragile they could never be worn again. I also found, hidden among the trees, a small canvas bag with a strip of wood in it... and a very intriguing toy. And yes, Sandy, that toy... the dildo that was in the bag... is now the one in your ass. Your sister has one of my butt plugs in hers." She smiled, and both kneeling girls glanced at each other, then giggled a bit before returning their attention quickly to Mistress Carla, who continued.

"I found nothing else. No clothes, vehicle, pocketbook or money... just nothing. As unimaginable as it is, those shoes and bag convinced me that your story is true. So after I came back, I spent most of the night pondering. In all honesty, I am not sure I am ready to take on another slave, much less two; one of whom I had never seen before last night. But though I wanted to say no, and tried to think up any possible reason to say no... and trust me, there are many legitimate reasons to reject your request... one fact could not be denied. You two made a journey of hundreds of miles entirely naked and vulnerable, with nothing except each other, enduring hardships I could not fathom, just to come and kneel on my porch. Compared to that, any reason I could think of to send you on your way just seemed weak and insignificant."

As the woman spoke, Sandy became aware of a kind of passion in her voice, a truth and deliberate self-knowledge, that only deepened her desire... her love... yes, indeed, it WAS love... for the angelic and powerful woman. Mistress Carla not only controlled her and Grace. She also, and just as completely, commanded and controlled herself.

"So, as I promised, I have made my decision. I will grant your request, and accept you as my slaves... my sex slaves... into my home. But... and you need to know this... I am a demanding and strict Mistress. If I want something of you, I will not ask for it, I will command it, and you will obey regardless of cost to yourself. You can leave this place any time you like, but if you go, you leave the very same way you arrived; naked and with nothing. If I ever decide that you are unworthy, unsuitable, or unable to serve me, I will put you from my home, and you will leave the same way you arrived; naked, alone, and with nothing.

"But, if you are willing to serve me as completely as you are able, with your heart, mind, body and soul... to please me and keep me happy, become my owned property and become what I mold you to be for my own needs, then I can make you a promise. I, as your Mistress, will fulfill all your physical and emotional needs. You will never want for food or shelter, though you will never have need of clothes. If you ever need medical care, you will get it. And if you, as my slaves, can worship me and love me as your Mistress and goddess, then you can be assured, for the rest of your lives, that all the love I have in me is there for you... for both of you.

"Becoming a slave in my home is a contract, Grace and Sandy, between myself and you, and we must all abide by its terms. I expect it of you, and you can expect it of me."

She paused, and stood up straighter, holding herself high and powerful above the two kneeling girls. Sandy felt so small before this powerful, magnificently beautiful woman. But she felt no fear any more... just a deep, burning desire to serve and obey her.

"You both now know the extent of our arrangement, and how completely you, and I, must be committed to it. This is your last chance, here and now, to back out."

The Mistress took a step toward Sandy's friend, and glared down at the kneeling, dark-haired naked girl.

"Grace," she said, "do you desire in your heart of hearts to become my slave? To adore and worship me as your goddess? To love and obey me, and strive with all your strength and spirit to fill my life with pleasure and joy, surrendering all that is you and yours to me, and to accept in return my care, support, and love? If so, say 'Yes, Mistress.'"

Sandy glanced at her friend, and saw her smile. "Yes, Mistress," came the reply. The very sound of the words filled Sandy's heart even more with joy. She felt glad, and very proud of her friend.

Mistress Carla smiled down at Grace, and then stepped in front of Sandy. The brown-haired girl could only smile and weep, already deeply happy. The Mistress gazed down at her, the bright, fiery eyes... eyes the color of polished steel... piercing and burning their way into her body to enslave her already surrendered soul. "Sandy," she said, "you and I have known each other less than a day, so answer carefully, but answer now. Do you desire in your heart of hearts to become my slave? To adore and worship me as your goddess? To love and obey me, and strive with all your strength and spirit to fill my life with pleasure and joy, surrendering all that is you and yours to me, and to accept in return my care, support, and love? If so, say 'Yes, Mistress.'"

Sandy felt her heart leap with joy as it became Mistress Carla's possession. The girl smiled up at the woman. How could she answer anything but... "Yes, Mistress!"

The Mistress eyes softened, and Sandy watched her smile. Then the woman turned, walked out of the brown-haired girl's view for a moment, then returned carrying two strips of what appeared to be studded black leather in her hands. She bent over Grace, and slipped on of the strips around her neck. As the Mistress locked it with a tiny padlock through a silver loop, Sandy realized it was a collar... leather slave's collar. And Grace looked even more beautiful and complete wearing it.

Mistress Carla then moved to Sandy, and slipped the other collar around the girl's neck, locking it in place just as she did the other one. Sandy smiled, deeply grateful for the gift. She thrilled at the Mistress touch, and wanted more than anything to reach out to her, to touch her, to adore and worship her... like a slave adores and worships her Misters.

"These collars," said the Mistress, "are not garments. They are symbols... reminders to you, and to me, of the contract we have made here today. They mean that you are my slaves, my owned property, to do with as I wish for my own needs. And as long as you wear them, you will never want for anything else." She then took a small key from a latch on her belt, and removed the cuffs from each girl's wrists, and tossed them back somewhere behind them. Sandy thought, from the sound, that they landed on some sort of table. Then Mistress Carla straightened up again, and stepped back about ten feet from the kneeling girls. "Now," she said, almost solemnly, "Who am I?" she demanded, her voice surging with irresistible power and authority.

Almost in perfect unison, the two girls answered, but each only for herself. "You are my Mistress."

"Who are you?"

Again, each girl answered only for herself. "I am your slave, Mistress."

Sandy felt a thunder of contentment and joy pour into her, through her, burning the truth into her so perfectly that she believed it to be the only real truth she had ever known or would ever need again. She... like Grace beside her... was a slave... a sex slave... to this woman, the majestic and divinely beautiful Mistress... their Mistress... Mistress Carla.

Having heard their answers, the Mistress smiled at the two girls, and spread her legs a little wider, exposing her beautiful cunt even more to Sandy's view. "Slave Sandy! Slave Grace! Hear my command and obey! Crawl to your Mistress and worship her by kissing her feet!"

It was complete. The Mistress called them slaves... HER slaves. And now, as Mistress Carla's slaves, the two naked, kneeling slave girls leaned forward onto their hands and knees, and quickly crawled to the Mistress booted feet. Weeping deeply now, tears of joy fell from Sandy's eyes to anoint her Mistress' boots. Beside her, Sandy heard Grace whimpering, also overcome with joy. Together, they lowered their faces and pressed their lips to Mistress Carla's shiny boots. They kissed and licked the leather lovingly and sweetly, surrendering themselves with utter finality to their Mistress.

Mistress Carla lowered the crop in her hand, and began tracing aimless designs over each slave girl's naked back. "That's it, little slaves... my sweet little darlings. Worship your Mistress with you lips and tongues!" Even as she increased the intensity of her devotions, slave Sandy heard a swish cut through the air, then a loud 'Whap!' Beside her, Grace yelped in pain as the crop struck her back, but the girl only kissed and licked the Mistress boot with greater devotion and passion.

Another swish... 'Whack!' Sandy felt the sting of the crop on her left ass cheek, and she to cried out in surprise. But as much as it hurt, the brown-haired slave girl could only feel gratitude for the kiss of the crop... because it came from her Mistress.

She and Grace continued to worship their Mistress' feet, pouring their love and devotion into her with every tender kiss and wet lick. Sandy felt so fulfilled and content... naked, kneeling on the floor with her asshole stuffed to overflowing, and her friend... her sister... Grace... next to her while they surrendered themselves to Mistress Carla. That love and devotion burned back into them with every kiss and sting from the Mistress crop.

And as she kissed and licked the leather, Sandy... slave Sandy... knew that she had found what she craved and needed all her life. She was, like her dark haired sister next to her, a slave... a sex slave to beautiful, powerful Mistress Carla. The strokes of the crop burned on her back and ass cheeks, and she welcomed every sting. She knew that it was out of love... a love that the three of them now shared. They had become a family, HER family. She loved her sister, slave Grace, and knew Grace loved her... and she knew that Mistress Carla loved them both. Sandy knew it, because she felt it. She was a slave because she felt it... felt it... happy... truly and deeply happy... because she felt loved.