"You bitch! Now you're really going to pay! Take off your clothes and let me wear them! You can wear the ones that you just got all soaking wet!"
Katie almost seemed to cower before her raging friend, though she was significantly taller. Her bewildered face looked at Sharon and then at Mike before her hands began to move to comply.
Mike stood up. His dark presence seemed to expand to fill the kitchen. His expression was one of pure malice, and Sharon knew that he was going to lay down the law as he saw it. "That's enough." His tone was loud and forceful, but not quite a yell. Christy rounded on him.
"She's the slave," she said, the emphasis dripping with condescension from the last word. "She has to do it." The little redhead stared up defiantly at Mike.
"Maybe. She's supposed to be your friend, and you've given her nothing but abuse all night. That isn't fair." Then a smile cracked his face, but it didn't quite reach his burning eyes. "Besides, when do Sharon and I get a turn?" His smile was now genuine as her looked at Katie.
"So what do you want to do?" Christy demanded.
"Simple. We'll take turns. Whoever wins this next hand will go first, and then it will continue to the left." His face once again became impassive.
Sharon finally spoke up. "But no one can tell Katie not to smoke with me. I need a smoking buddy! And you can't undo something someone else has told her to do, or we'll just end up wasting the night." Her smile said that the matter was closed, and that everyone should see it her way. Of course, she was right. So Mike sat back down, and Christy eventually returned to her seat.
Katie stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Mike inclined his head towards a towel hanging on the oven door, and Katie grabbed it and began to clean up the mess.
Sharon won that hand. She first had Katie smoke a whole bowl with her before returning to the game. Then Katie was ordered to start cooking quesadillas for everyone. By the time the hand was done, four warm quesadillas were on the table.
Next, of course, was Christy, and she seemed spiteful. Sitting in a wet seat while wearing wet clothes seemed to have only fueled her anger. She wasn't angry with Katie, she was angry at her situation. But Katie was an all too convenient target.
As soon as Katie came under her control, Christy made the same demands as earlier, but with some minor adjustments. "Take off your clothes. All of them. I'm taking them to the bathroom to change. And my clothes won't fit you, so I guess you have to do without." She smiled maliciously. "Besides, I need something to break Mike's concentration." She leered across the table at him. He stared back, unfazed.
Katie began to leave the kitchen, heading towards the bathroom. Christy stopped her. "Where are you going?" The blonde girl stared at her. "I didn't tell you to go change. I said take off your clothes. Right here. And then I'll go change in the bathroom." Katie stood stock still for a moment, her face and neck reddening. But her willpower wilted under the little redhead's unflinching gaze. Finally, Katie began to pull her blouse off, followed by her shoes, socks, and pants. When she was down to her underwear, she noticed that Mike had dealt the cards and the hand was under way. She finished stripping quickly, and handed her clothes to Christy, who placed her cards face down on the table and disappeared to change.
The end of the hand came quickly, and Katie turned to Mike for orders. He had hardly looked at her since she began taking her clothes off. Even now, he barely glanced at her before saying "Katie, fix everyone a drink and then sit down." He didn't watch her nude body moving around the kitchen, and he didn't look at her after she sat down. In fact, he seemed to be ignoring her. He won that hand easily with four queens.
Sharon also seemed bent on not embarrassing the unfortunate girl. She simply had her go the living room and pick up a little bit.
But Christy made up for this with a vengeance. While the card game was in progress, she instructed her friend to strike various poses while she took a few pictures with her camera phone. At first, they were pretty tame. Sit on the chair and cross your legs and bat your eyelashes. Stand up and face the wall and look at me over your shoulder. But they got increasingly lewd as time went on. Bend over the back of the chair and let your boobs dangle. Look up at me and smile. Lay down on the floor with your legs spread. Bend your knees. Get on all fours with your head down. Now spread your legs.
Mike tried to keep the hand short, but Christy prolonged the betting round as much as she could. By the time the hand finally ended, with Sharon calling Christy, Katie was kneeling on a chair with her back arched and her legs spread. Her labia weren't as clearly visible on this shot as they had been on several others, but her pink anus was on proud display. Despite the humiliation, the red tinge to her face and neck were readily matched by the redness of her swollen labia.
Now, however, she was Mike's. While Christy dealt, Mike leaned his head over into his hand, watching her, clearly deep in thought. At length, he picked up his cards and began to organize them. Speaking from behind his cards, he gave her a list of CDs to put into the disk changer. She dutifully went into the living room and began rooting through Mike and Sharon's ludicrously large music collection. Fortunately for her, neither of her hosts believed in burning CDs, as they proudly supported the underground music scene, so it wasn't too difficult to find the albums. Katie, alone in the living room, simply shook her head as she found the Mushroomhead, Tristania, and Dead Can Dance albums Mike had requested. But as she found the Genitorturers albums he had asked for, she stopped. The album artwork was definitely something straight up Mike's alley, featuring obvious fetish and bondage themes. But the song titles were what really made her pause: Pleasure in Restraint, I Touch Myself, Flesh is Law.
Katie was already embarrassed that she was turned on by her friend's abuse. Even more so by the fact that she was nude, so her arousal was no doubt obvious to everyone else. Now, seeing the graphic artwork and the explicit song titles of the Genitorturers, she began to think more seriously about what Mike did for a living. Sharon was very casual about the things she did with Mike, and most of their friends understood that he was her Dom, and she was his sub. But what, exactly, that entailed was largely private until he had opened his store. Even the Internet site he maintained was not visited much by their group. Katie had always been more interested in it than most of the others, but was shy about her fascination. She deliberately kept herself from asking a lot of the questions she wanted to, and she often hoped that the poker games might turn in a sexual direction, though Mike and Sharon kept everything pretty mild and PG. Now, Christy had taken the ball, and was really running with it, and Katie found herself enjoying every moment of it, though she didn't much care for the demeanor her redheaded friend had adopted.
Quickly glancing over her shoulder, she checked to see if she was, in fact, unobserved. Seeing no one, and hearing Mike launching into another joke of questionable humor, she decided to take a risk and try and relieve some of her tension. Her left hand trailed down into her trimmed pubic hair and touched her swollen lips. She held back a gasp as she discovered how sensitive they were. Her right hand, seemingly of its own accord, joined her left, and stroked her moist opening. The soft wetness was so inviting, and the feather light touches were so pleasurable, Katie fell into almost a trance. Her fingers trailed teasingly along her sensitive flesh, slowly stroking herself, enjoying the gentle stimulation. Dead Can Dance began to pump out of the speakers, and her breathing fell into sync with "The Chant of the Paladin." Closing her eyes, her breathing became ragged, and her fingers kept tracing gently along the curve of her labia as she kneeled on the floor in front of the stereo cabinet. One fingertip accidentally brushed her clitoris, and her breath escaped her, and her body shuddered in a brief mini-orgasm.
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