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Subject: {ASSM} Spring Break Diary (FF/mf Cons and NC Rape, Violence, Snuff, etc...see below)
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Warning - This story contains: Graphic Consensual and Non-consensual
BDSM Themes involving Lesbianism, Fisting, CBT, Castration,
Cannibalism, Bangkok Sex Shows, GS, Chopsticks, Body Modification, and
FF/F Snuff

And my favorite: Total apathy for other people as anything but devices
to be used.

Copyrighted March 2004, by Rachael Ross. All events are made up
mostly, all characters imagined except for a couple, repost freely
without financial consideration, if you edit this story...do a good job,
I didn't. If you would like to name the narrator, just call her Rache.
If you need a physical description for anyone beyond what I have
provided, buy a better imagination. -rr.

Obligatory poem:

Round yon fields did we dance
And forfeit our regard
Of virtue over vanity
Beneath the heavens starred - rr.

---- wc:15,073 begin:

Spring Break Diary
Fiction by rache


Note: If you're not over 18, don't read this diary. Now that I'm sure
you will, I at least will sleep blameless, having done my moral duty
to protect our children. Later I am going to my favorite club in
Makati to find a little dyke girl I can exploit mercilessly to make up
for my moral behavior just now. All of the characters in this diary
may be presumed to be over 18, unless otherwise indicated, although I
have used the terms `little' and `girl' liberally, just as I do in
real life. If this diary is not what you wanted or expected, do not
complain to the management, complain to me. But it never does any
good...I just wrote it; you read it.

--- 

Dear Diary, It's New Years already and I still haven't decided what I
want to do for spring break this March. Donna wants us all to go to
Cancun again, but we did that last year and it was okay, but just not
great for me. And if Shirley and Jenna both come there's going to be
trouble because of that thing with Randy. What a couple of cunts, they
deserved him anyway. But don't tell anyone I said that, Diary, okay?
Oh, by the way, that cute girl in my psych class was smiling at me
today! I don't know what that means, but let's hope huh? Tomorrow I'm
going to say something terribly clever! Night Diary.

----

Dear Diary, Her name is Susan! Bet you didn't think I'd do it, huh? Ha
ha! Well I did, she was smiling and tapping her lips with her pen
while we were waiting for the prof and I just slid right over and
said, "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" Heh!
Yeah right! Nah, I just said hi like I was a normal person. But we sat
together during lunch. She's pre-med, 21 and totally unattached!
Sweet! What do you think Diary? Don't I deserve a break?

----

Dear Diary, Just got back from my big date! Wow! ...Is it too soon for
love? We went to see a movie and I was sitting there trying to be cool
when Susan's knee started rubbing mine. I was like mmmm...ok is that an
accident or is she trying to tell me something. I rubbed mine back a
little and pretty soon she just reached over to hold my hand. I forgot
to breathe, Diary, I swear! And then she gave me a little squeeze and
smiled at me and I just went like...mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

----

Dear Diary, 45 minutes on the phone with Donna. Yuck! Everybody wants
to go back to Mexico. I told her I'd think about it. I'm going to find
out what Susan is doing for break; that might be interesting. I'm
zonked, diary, night.

----

Dear Diary, I asked Susan today what she was planning for her
vacation, she didn't know yet. She asked what I was doing and I got
totally bold and said I didn't care as long as it wasn't too far from
her. I thought she'd laugh or something, but you know what, Diary? She
leaned over and whispered, "I want to fuck you hard, girl." Can you
believe that? I about creamed my panties right there in class! How
will I sleep now???

----

Dear Diary, Susan is fucked up dope! Oh my god, Diary, you wouldn't
believe the things she did to yours truly! She had her freaking arm in
my pussy up to her elbow, I thought she was killing me but it felt
so...intense! I never ever thought I'd be a fist freak but now, oh shit!
And grind? Huh, Diary? Did you just ask if the girl could grind? She
rode my cunt like a pony! Her clit is like mine, small and shy at
first, but once it's going...watch out! You could cut glass with that
thing!!

----

Dear Diary, I guess you noticed some changes around here, eh? Susan
finally got all her stuff moved in today, not that there was much
anyway, which is good since our place is so small. I confess it's
weird that she's moving in after just a couple weeks of us being
together, this is so unlike me! Isn't it? Right? I really do think I'm
in love with her, but `think' is a big big word and the university is
so far away from Smallville, you know? What if I'm messing up, huh?
She's so nice and everything but sometimes I think there's something
else...hard...underneath. Like if I ever said `no' to her... well, you know
Diary, I never say no to anyone... God! You're supposed to be making me
tough, remember? Why do I write you all this then? Never mind Diary
dear, its just bullshit...I'm happy Susan is here, honestly, I'm just
nervous. I never had a roommate before. Except you.

----

Dear Diary, Do you think I'm a `Little Girl' or something? Susan
started calling me her `little girl' and the way she says it, it's
like she's...I don't know...possessive? Something, it's weird. She told me
last night while I was going down on her, which I do more and more by
the way, but I don't really mind! At all! Anyway, she said if I was
going to be her little girl I should look like one. I shaved my pussy
for her, not just trimmed either, I mean baby smooth bald now. And she
put my hair in pigtails; I swear I look 14 or maybe 12 again. But it
turned her on big time; she got her strap-on out, not the little one
either, Diary. She got that big one and really made me cry with it.
God that woman can fuck me up!

----

Dear Diary, Susan wants to tie me up. Or down, however you like to say
it. I don't know about this though, I told her I'd think about it and
she got a little frown, like she does. She just wants to play a
little. What do you think? She told me she's done it before, when she
was in high school with her first girlfriend and they loved it, but
I've never done anything like that. I'm going to have to think some
more, since you're not helping, Diary! Ha ha!

----

Dear Diary, We did it today, I let Susan tie me up and it wasn't so
bad at all. It was like being totally teased for a couple of hours, a
little uncomfortable, but it didn't really hurt. We just did it on the
bed, but Susan said she wants to suspend me sometime too, whatever
that is. I guess like hanging from the ceiling, but I don't think we
could do that in our apartment.

Anyway, she tied me spread eagle on my back at first and did whatever
she wanted to me, just with her fingers and mouth, and a couple of
toys. It was seriously good not being able to respond like I wanted
to. A big tease, as I said before. Then she got me on my knees with my
hands behind my back. Oh you should have seen it. Diary, I didn't even
know you could tie someone like she did me. My legs were tied, like
around my thighs and shins, so I couldn't straighten my legs if I
wanted too. And little cords pulled my knees apart as far as they
could go, that was uncomfortable, like I said.

I stayed like that while she fisted me again from behind, a little
rough too! I'm still pretty sore, but it felt amazing being stretched
like that. I wish you could have seen it. I really need to get some
sleep now, Diary. Good night.

----

Dear Diary. Everytime we have sex, Susan just wants to tie me up now.
It's fun sometimes, but not always! Jeez! I tried telling her but she
didn't really hear me and now she uses a gag on me sometimes, so I
can't tell her to stop even if I wanted to. Did you see those parallel
bars thing she got? The ones I didn't know what they were for? Well,
Diary, now I know. She tied me to them tonight, the lower one goes
right behind my knees, and then she ties my ankles to my thighs so
it'll stay in place. Same thing for my elbows. She pulls my arms back
and bends them down and forward, tying my wrists to my biceps. That
hurts, actually, but it goes away after a little while. Then the whole
thing rocks back, lifting me off the floor so I'm hanging there
suspended by the two steel bars behind me.

Like I said, that hurt a little at first and my arms especially got
numb quickly, but she gagged me so I couldn't say anything. What was
worse though was that she didn't even touch me after that, she just
fingered herself and looked at me for like an hour and then finally
came over and took off my gag so I could eat her until she came. The
unbelievable thing though, dearest Diary, was that after she untied me
I was so grateful I ate her again, for more than an hour. She didn't
even so much as kiss me all night. I don't know why, but I think I
love her more than ever.

----

Dear Diary, Well, it's official! I'm pierced. I don't know about all
that stuff Susan says about her owning me now. I think she just likes
to play those kinds of games, but I do feel different somehow. No,
Diary, not just physically either! I mean emotionally too.

She took me to that little tattoo place; Huey's...have you heard of it?
Anyway I expected some fat greasy guy and it turns out this Huey
person is a woman! She looked like she just got out of prison, that's
true, but she was nice enough. And clean too, God! Like my doctor
couldn't learn from her. Anyway, she did my nipples, both of my labia
3 times each and the hood of my clit. It hurt some, but not too bad,
they're good-sized rings too, real silver and permanent. I didn't know
about that part until Huey used this soldering gun thing to like weld
them or something...that hurt, Diary! Shit, it was burning hot, but just
for a second. It cost me 180 bucks, even with the discount...Susan never
pays for anything! Ever notice that?

Anyway, afterwards Huey, who's like 35 and not bad looking, just
tattooed all over, leaned back and took off her jeans. Susan laughed
at me cause I had no clue, then she pushed my face right into that
other woman's bush. It wasn't bad, but it embarrassed the hell out of
me, sucking off some strange girl like that. But it made Susan happy,
so I guess that's all that matters.

----

Dear Diary, Susan has me on a short leash these days, ha ha! That's
kind of a joke, but I guess you know that. She likes to keep me
topless around the apartment since my nipples are chained together
now; she says it looks sexy! Big smile! And thinks we ought to make
the chain permanent too. But she also likes to yank me around by my
nipples using that little doggie leash. It hurts a lot at first, but
the crazy thing is they start getting really hot and then it feels
good. I like it. My nipples feel like 3 times bigger than normal all
the time now, even just sitting in class or trying to sleep at night.
I'm still not used to those rings.

And the ones in my pussy, well Susan has started using weights on
them; she told me I look sexy with my lips being stretched. She ties
my hands behind my back and runs a longer chain from my nipples
through a hook in the ceiling, she pulls it pretty tight too, so my
boobs are pulled way up and pointing like cones at the ceiling. I have
to stand on my toes just so it doesn't totally feel like my tits are
going to be ripped off. Then she puts the weights through the rings in
my labia. She started light, with just a few grams and I barely
noticed, but over the last few weeks she's gotten me up to 24 ounces.
A pound and a half! My lips are about 3 inches long now I bet. Susan
told me when I can do 5 pounds easy she'll start working on my clit.
But that's gonna kill me, Diary!

----

Dear Diary, Donna called and asked why she hasn't seen me lately. She
asked if I'd decided about the Cancun thing because they were getting
together for a travel package. I told her I wasn't going and she
sounded disappointed and I think she wanted to talk more, but Susan
made me hang up the phone.

Susan is totally jealous of Donna, always asking me about her and my
other friends. She whipped my tits yesterday because she said I wasn't
totally devoted to her and that hurt, Diary, because I am! I really
am! I told her I'd do anything to prove it so today I had to call my
father while Susan listened on the extension. I told him that I wanted
to tell him I was gay and that I'd met another woman that I loved
deeply and I hoped he'd understand. It was hard and I was almost
crying since it came to my daddy like a bolt out of the blue, he
didn't deserve that. I told Susan she was cruel, but she just laughed
and then she made real love to me for the first time in forever. I
think I cried the whole time though, even when I was cumming.

----

Dear Diary, Susan introduced me to bagging. Have you ever heard of
that Diary? She had me tied up on the rack, the parallel bars, and she
was using a vibrator on me, which was really really good...you have no
idea, my friend! Anyhow, she was getting me into it when she pushed
the vibe in my pussy deep and pulled this plastic bag out of nowhere
and put it over my head! It surprised the hell out of me and all of a
sudden I couldn't breath, I'd just suck this plastic against my nose
and mouth. I was cumming too like you wouldn't believe and Susan just
started fucking me with that dildo again, watching my face as I
suffocated.

I felt like a fire had started in my lungs, seriously, they burned and
I could feel them moving but there was nothing. Like something else
was pushing against my chest from the outside. My head was pounding
and I was really scared, fighting and trying to get free, but Susan
just watched and I think she was getting off too. I was just about to
pass out when she pulled it off my head and... Oh my god! Diary, you
would not believe the rush I got from that sweet cool air! I came
again right then, it was fantastic! We're going to do it again. I know
we will.

----

Dear Diary, What do you think of Thailand? That's where Susan wants to
go for Spring Break. I asked her why and she told me it was the last
place on Earth anyone would ever think of going. I said that maybe
there was a reason for that. She laughed, but I know she's serious
about it. She was showing me an article she'd found about sex trips to
Bangkok and how you could find and do anything you could ever imagine
there. I asked her what she could imagine that she couldn't do with
me. She just told me that she didn't want to hurt me. I think, I hope,
that she was telling me she loves me. Do you think so too, Diary? I
wonder sometimes what to believe and what not to, because I know she
only tells me what she thinks I need to hear.

----

Dear Diary, A strange strange day today. I was in my psych class,
sitting next to Susan when a couple guys behind us started talking
about us. Talking about what a pair of dykes we are, and laughing. Not
loudly mind you, but it was obvious they wanted us to overhear them.
One said it was a total waste since we were so hot. The other one said
something about how we were lesbos just because we were afraid of men.
It was so juvenile and it pissed me off.

Susan asked me, loud enough so they could hear, if I'd ever been with
a guy. I told her I hadn't and Susan said she hadn't either. Then she
turned around and said something like "Maybe you guys are right, and
we've just never met the right men." She said it nicely too, like she
meant it.

One of them shut up, but the other one smiled back and held out his
hand, introducing himself as Rick.

I ignored his hand but Susan took it saying, "Well Rick, would you
like to show me and my girlfriend what we've been missing?"

And he was all over that! I just sat there wondering what the hell was
going on, I have zero interest in finding out what I'm
missing...especially with some retard like that! I don't have much
choice though, Rick's coming over tomorrow night.

----

Dear Diary, I know it's been a couple days since I wrote. I'm sorry
about that. But I've needed time to think about what happened. This
guy Rick came over, presumably to have a little 3-way with Susan and I
and teach us a lesson in heterosexual love...

We dressed up for him. Susan wore her long black hair down over her
shoulders the way I like it. She had a little black miniskirt and a
sheer black top, with no bra so her large breasts just begged to be
worshipped, and just a black g-string underneath. She's tall anyway,
you know, almost 5'9" but when she put on her 3" pumps it was
intimidating, even to me and I've seen her that way a lot. I was
wearing that little Girl Scout uniform Susan loves. I've had it
forever, but I never get tired of wearing it and I know people think
it's a huge turn-on for some reason. I just like it. I put my brown
hair in a ponytail and put on some knee high white socks and a pair of
white skechers. I didn't wear a bra either and Susan made sure my top
was almost completely unbuttoned so everytime I moved you could get a
glimpse of my small breasts and dark hard nipples with their rings.

Rick was impressed, I'll say that much, he was all smiles when he came
through the door. About an hour later, my dearest Diary, he wasn't
smiling anymore. I was in the kitchen fixing some drinks when I heard
him yelling. I went into the living room and found him sitting on the
couch, well kind of sitting. His body was rigid and straight, with his
heels on the carpet and his arms pushing up on the cushions of the
sofa, and the back of his head against the wall. He had his pants down
a little and Susan was squeezing his balls hard, pulling them upward
like she might yank them right off.

"Ricky wanted me to put his dirty penis in my mouth." She was smiling
at him and talking to me. She pulled up harder on his balls and the
poor guy shook his head, as if denying the thought had ever occurred
to him. "Don't fight me Ricky, or I'll rip them right off."

Susan told me to get her cord, which was a long nylon curtain cord she
liked to use to tie me up sometimes. I did as I was told and tied it
tightly around Rick's balls while Susan pulled on them. I ran the cord
through the hook in the ceiling and pulled it tight as Susan got him
off the sofa.

"Stand up now Ricky. Careful dear, wouldn't want to lose anything
now..."

I pulled the cord tighter and tighter until the man was standing on
his toes with his scrotum pulled painfully upward by the thin rope.
Rick still had his hands free and when Susan let go he tried to grab
the cord over his head and ease the pressure on his testicles, but my
first reaction was to pull hard, almost too hard, and Rick screamed as
I nearly lifted the poor man off the floor by his balls. I couldn't
really do that of course, but it felt like it.

"Don't do that again, Ricky, my little girl has a mean streak." She
smiled at me.

Susan tied Rick's hands behind his back and gagged him, then she told
him to lift one foot behind him, and Susan then tied off the cord
around his ankle. If he kept his leg up his balls were alright, if he
tried to put his leg down...ooops! That was gonna hurt.

We spent two hours playing with Ricky like that and I was amazed at
his stamina. Try standing on one leg for two hours sometime! Okay,
Diary, now try it while someone is abusing you mercilessly...not so easy
is it? Yep, Rick was a stud, or maybe he just really liked his balls!
Ha ha!

It was the first time I'd ever touched a penis before and it surprised
me how soft it was, not hard at all. Susan suggested I punish it,
since it was obviously being petulant. So I stretched it out and
spanked it with a ruler, but I kept missing and hitting Rick's balls
by mistake. Susan is so much better at that sort of thing than I am.
She showed me how to whip a penis properly, using her hairbrush, of
all things.

By this time Rick's balls had turned very red, almost dark, and the
cord tied around them was buried in the swelling flesh. Susan told him
we were going to kill his balls. He struggled a bit at that, but Susan
calmed him down saying that maybe he could still save them, if he
promised to be a good boy. He nodded vigorously and his eyes had
stopped crying. Susan took a bunch of pictures of him, even removing
his gag and telling him he'd better look very happy for the camera or
else. Then she cut the cord just above his stretched balls and untied
his leg. She wrapped the cord up while I freed his hands. He
immediately tried to free his balls from the thin nylon line still
tight around them, but the knot was buried deep in his now bloated
purple scrotum.

"You tell anyone what happened Ricky and I'll post your pictures all
over the university message board. You try and fuck with us and I will
find you, tie you down and kill your balls. You just be good and tell
your friends how you fucked the hell out of us and we'll smile and
blush and nobody will ever know different, understand? Now you better
get to a hospital, you don't look so good, Ricky."

He practically ran out and Susan and I laughed and made love all night
long, but I really wish I could have seen his balls die.

----

Dear Diary, I kept waiting for the police to knock on our door, but
it's been almost two weeks, I guess Rick decided to keep his mouth
shut. Good thing too, because I'm not sure how we would have explained
what happened. I'm not sure what he told his friends either, but the
boys have been pretty quiet in class. Rick doesn't sit very close to
us anymore.

Oh! I ran into Donna at the mall, Susan and I were shopping and we
bumped into her. I smiled and apologized for not seeing very much of
her since New Years. Susan held me close the whole time, her arm
around me so her hand could cup my breast through my blouse, fondling
me as we spoke. It was mildly embarrassing and I knew Susan was daring
Donna to say something, but she seemed embarrassed too. We said
goodbye rather quickly, finding we didn't really have a whole lot to
talk about. I didn't even realize until after that I hadn't even
introduced them.

Susan seemed pissed after that, calling me a slut every chance she got
and making me go down on her in the bathroom stall. There were a lot
of women coming in and out and it was obvious what we were doing. I
was totally embarrassed when I heard people whispering and one woman
in the stall next to us asked if she could be next! Susan told her to
fuck off. Thank God! I honestly don't know why I do stuff like that. I
don't even argue about it, like I have no free will until after the
fact. Susan does whatever she wants and I...

----

Dear Diary, Thailand came up again. My father is going to get us
tickets. Him and Susan talk on the phone now, like everytime he calls!
He says she sounds nice. Anyways, I'm still not sold on flying 13
hours to Bangkok and flying back 8 days later, I think my body is
going to be all messed up. But Susan said we wouldn't even have to
change our clocks, we'd just be vampires for a week, living at night
and sleeping during the days. I guess she sold me when she told me we
could probably find some guy and kill his balls. Susan said we'd just
have to pay enough and we could do whatever we wanted. So I want to do
that. Am I sick, Diary? I think about Rick all the time and get a
strange sexual thrill imagining his balls dying. I'd like to cut them
off and eat them I think, sometimes, but I don't tell Susan about
that. Not yet anyway. I asked her what she wanted to do most on our
sexual holiday; she smiled and said, "Everything."

----

Dear Diary, We've been playing more and more erotic asphyxia games.
Not just bagging now, but some hanging as well. I'm really enjoying
it, although I could never explain why. Do you think I have a victim
complex, or something? I don't feel like a victim, but I do know that
Susan totally dominates our relationship in every way. Sometimes I
think I couldn't change that, but more often I really believe that I
allow her to control me. I give myself to her, she doesn't take me, I
think.

I've never actually tested this by saying `No' to anything, other than
my usual `Oh no...noohhh! ...oh yes!' which we both know is hardly a
denial of desire, hers or mine. Anyway, Diary, hanging scares me a
lot, which is probably why I like it so much. We've studied it and
there are some very serious concerns over safety, but we've weighed
those against the pleasure and I have to say that if I were to die, I
wouldn't be completely angry. That sounds strange, I know, but it's
true. Am I crazy, dearest Diary? I don't want to die, but knowing I'm
so close makes me feel so...alive.

----

Dear Diary, Susan and I have been together for three months already!
It seems at once to be much longer and much shorter than that. We
celebrated by getting me a tattoo, just a small one on the inside of
my left thigh; it's just a heart with the word `Susan' over it. It
looks cute, I think, but its kind of scabbed right now. A couple days
and it will look nice.

Then we drove up to Vancouver to visit a BDSM club, it was a long ways
to go, but I was curious. Susan told me she'd been there before and
knew a few people. She wanted to show me off. I felt a little proud
when she said that. I asked her if I was going to have to call her
Mistress and kiss her feet all night. Susan laughed at me and told me
we didn't need to play those games, we knew who was who, didn't we?

I changed in the car while Susan drove. I was wearing a very tight
black t-shirt that had a pink print, like a classic 50's cartoon of a
woman crying and she was saying `Oh my God! I can't believe I forgot
to have children!' I loved it. Susan had me make holes in it for my
nipples so she could attach my leash to my rings. I wore a short skirt
with no panties and I'd be walking around with 16 ounces of weight on
my labia: 8 silver balls weighing 2 ounces each, making soft tinkling
little sounds with every movement. The lowest of them was plainly
visible beneath the hem of my skirt as I stood. I was very comfortable
with the weight, but I was acutely aware all evening long of people
looking at me and cocking their ears like I was some kind of
wind-chime or something. Probably I was just over sensitive, what do
you think?

Susan lead me around by my nipples as they poked out, yanking me hard
sometimes just for fun. It was strange because nobody would speak to
me directly. They might ask the most personal questions about me, but
always talking to Susan, as though I were incapable of understanding
or answering. There were many propositions made, mostly by men, but by
a few women also and but I knew Susan had no intention of letting
anyone else touch me. I stayed silent all evening, speaking only when
Susan asked me something directly, and then answering in whispered
monosyllables for the most part.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself, however, even when Susan and I danced and
she lifted the back of my skirt with her hands, so that everyone could
see my lips being pulled down by the weights I wore. She fingered me
while I hugged her and closed my eyes, having several small orgasms on
that dance floor before we were done. I felt very special and didn't
even care about those other people. Goodnight Diary.

----

Dear Diary, It is getting closer to Spring Break and truthfully I'm
getting very excited about it. Much more than I expected to be. I've
been looking through travel books and Thailand is actually a very
interesting place, don't you think? I'd like to do some sightseeing
while we're there and I think Susan will indulge me, I hope. She's
taken to whipping me while we play toe-hanging games. My body quite
naturally rebelled at first, Diary, but now I actually yearn for it I
think. Susan has a couple of favorite toys: a riding crop, a short
leather whip, and a cat 'o nine-tails, made of nylon cord with hard
little knots at the ends. They're all very distinct and pleasurable
for both of us. At first I thought she was really hurting me, and I
was afraid, but I've learned to trust her judgment. No matter how
badly she seems to be hurting me at the time, it always gives way to
something deeper and more intense. Susan can make me cum just by
whipping my cunt with her riding crop. I only wish we lived someplace
far more secluded, so I could hear myself screaming.

----

Dear Diary, I've been branded! With just a week to go before our trip,
Susan decided she wanted to brand me like they do with cattle. She
really is very possessive I think, and I wonder sometimes why I don't
find this attention stifling, but I don't. I love her so much. Huey's
husband did it for us, he told us branding was becoming more popular
and he'd actually gone to some class or school or something to learn
it. He makes his own brands himself, and can even do custom designs,
but he had one that Susan and I really liked. It was a rose about the
size of a silver dollar with a long curling stem etched with delicate
little thorns so it looked like barbed wire. It was made to go on a
woman's breast and the man could actually mold it a little to adjust
for my smallish 32B tits. Susan wanted me to get it done on my left
breast, with the rose just above and to the inside of my areola. The
stem would curve around the globe of my flesh counter-clockwise,
making almost a complete circle about 2 inches from my nipple.

He told me it would take some time to heal, a couple weeks at least
and at first it would be dark, but then eventually be actually lighter
than my unscarred skin, especially if I exposed the area to the sun.
It was exciting and what fear I had of the pain was easily dismissed.
I watched as he heated up the brand in a real brazier. A lot of places
use electrical heating, or even electrical branding, but he asked us
where was the fun in that? And Susan and I both shook our heads in
solemn wonder. It was funny, but you probably had to be there.

They actually strapped me down for the application, because the
instinctive thing is to move, no matter how much you want it, and this
brand was a little more delicate than most, it had to done just right
the first time, or it would look bad. Susan took my hand and watched
fascinated as he held the glowing hot metal up for us to admire
briefly. He positioned it over my breast and I held my breath as he
touched it to my skin with well-practiced skill. It hurt!!! Diary, I
kid you not, it was the most painful thing in the world. It was so hot
it felt cold, like ice, but then it was over. It blistered up a
little, but not very much, mostly it just looked like a weird shaped
welt at first, not even a real burn, but it will. It's so cool.

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Dear Diary, Excuse my handwriting, but I'm on the airplane and it's
bumpy. ETA Bangkok is still 6 hours from now; it will be some 14 hours
ahead of Seattle and about 40 degrees warmer. Susan is sleeping and I
dozed a little, but not much. My brand is itchy. One good thing is
that I am now an official member of the mile high club! Ha ha! Susan
and I were playing twister in the lavatory before the seatbelt sign
was even turned off. It's very hard to 69 in an airplane bathroom let
me tell you! Just kidding, it's technically impossible for anyone but
circus midgets and Romanian gymnasts, but we tried and settled for
going down on each other one at a time, thank God for the sink - it is
the perfect height. One of the flight attendants gave us a funny look,
since we were in there for about an hour and it's right next to the
galley. I admit I made some noise, but not that bad! I think she was
just jealous. Okay Diary, next stop...Bangkok! I need to get some sleep!

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Dear Diary, One thing to remember, the people working at the Bangkok
Hilton don't care who you bring to your room, they've seen it all! I
know because I saw some weird stuff just checking in. It really is
like Disneyland for perverts here. We got to our hotel and took a bath
together; the tub is big enough, believe me! And thank God for air
conditioning! And we passed out, because it was like 10am anyway,
except it felt like 3am and our watches said it was 6pm. Talk about
lagged!

We got up for late lunch and relaxed by the pool until the sun started
going down. I was showing off my brand for the first time, it's
starting to look good. Anyways, we got dressed casual and the door guy
got us a taxi and Susan told the driver to take us to some S&M club
that she'd heard about. Everything seemed way overdone, like Las Vegas
on acid or something. It was hot, humid, noisy, smelly, and
polluted...kind of cool. But I probably only say that because I didn't
have to live there.

Anyway, our first night and we're in this club that does a stage show
of lesbian S&M scene, among other things. The `menu' of stage shows
included a little gang-rape, a bestiality thing involving a young girl
and a goat, some straight S&M scenes, and a `Man/Ladyboy' S&M scene. A
Ladyboy, as I discovered is a girl with a penis, either a very
passable transvestite or transsexual, I don't know much about it so
don't ask. We drank cokes and hung out for a while, watching people
mostly. Some bar girls sat with us and we both enjoyed feeling them
up, but we didn't know we were supposed to buy them drinks, so they
left us after a bit when we wouldn't. They didn't care if we were
women, or men, or Martians, as long as we spent money. Some
Australians hit on us, but we ignored them and ignored the beers they
sent over. There were about 7 of them and they had their hands full
with the bar girls anyway, they didn't need two American's even if we
had been interested.

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Dear Diary, We went to a different club tonight, well it's morning
now, so...last night. We really are like vampires, but it's so much fun.
We went to a bunch of clubs the other night, but this one was awesome.
Not even a club, it was more like a hole in the wall. Run down, greasy
like you weren't sure you wanted to touch anything. But the girls were
so amazing there, just gorgeous and they did a show too.

This girl came out on a little stage and she's perfect. You can't
believe it, Diary. Like 5'2" and long straight black hair, caramel
skin and soft almond eyes. She was exotic and wonderful, a tight
little body with hard brown nipples pointing from her perfect mouthful
tits. We both wanted her, Diary, Susan and I. We just looked at each
other and sighed. She wore a little white G-string and that was it.
Two other girls tied her as she sat backwards on a hard wooden chair
bolted to the floor, so we could see her perfect ass when she spread
her thighs. They tied her ankles to the front legs of the chair and
lifted her hips so she had to lean over the back of it, the wood
pressing just beneath her ribs. They pulled her arms down so they
could tie her wrists to the back legs. It looked uncomfortable, being
stretched like that over this chair, but she didn't make a sound. We
had a perfect view of the back of her, from her long spread legs, to
her perfect Thai ass, to the smooth unblemished skin on her back as it
bent out of sight.

The two girls who had tied her down played with her for a bit, rubbing
her body and playing with her g-string, tantalizing us with glimpses
of her little brown anus and the puffy mound of her shaven pussy.
After 10 minutes or so of this, a man rolled out a little cart with
whips, crops, candles, dildos of all shapes and sizes, and other
things I could only guess at. He was Thai and he took on the role of
auctioneer, telling the several dozen of us customers in broken
English that he would give the girl and the cart to the highest bidder
for 30 minutes, to do with as we pleased. There were no limits, he
grinned, and the only rule was that she had to stay tied as she was.

The crowd was enthusiastic and raucous, with a large number of
Japanese men at a couple large tables on one side, 6 or 7 American men
in a group on the other side, and around the stage at smaller tables
sat another 10 or so men, in twos and threes. Susan and I were the
only females present, except the bargirls of course, and they were
everywhere. I had sitting next to me and I played with her pussy while
another one was under the table, eating Susan. We'd paid her about 5
dollars for that little service and I grabbed a fistful of Thai money
and pushed my girl under the table as well, pulling down my shorts and
panties so she could lick my already juicing cunt.

I really wanted to see Susan with that girl on the stage though, and
my lover's eyes were shining with desire. The bidding started at about
20 dollars and the Japanese seemed determined to win it, there were
three of them bidding, along with one of the Americans and Susan. We
went pretty high, somewhere around 110 dollars, which was more than we
could afford really, for just a 30 minute scene in a country where a
hundred bucks gets you a full E-Ticket for all the rides with a lot of
change left over for cotton candy and a t-shirt. It was frustrating
when we had to drop out, Diary. But we're on a budget, you know.

Susan especially didn't like not getting what she wanted and she
reached down to yank the hair of the girl sucking her off, lifting the
Thai's face away and slapping her a couple times. Susan pulled the
girl back to her muff and smiled at me.

"Hetero bitch!" She laughed, then turned to watch the Japanese man who
had just won the honors, bidding some 150 dollars or so worth of baht.

The auctioneer picked up a long thin bamboo stick that looked quite
painful and held it over his head as he walked over to present it to
the winner. Everyone cheered and the Japanese man stood up with a huge
smile. He happily paid for the scene and slashed the air with his new
trophy bamboo stick.

Guess what he did then, Diary! 

The Japanese guy walked over to our table and bowed to Susan, saying
something in Japanese and presenting her with the bamboo crop. We
didn't know what was going on until the Thai man, who evidently spoke
Japanese as well as English, explained that the Japanese man wanted to
see Susan with the girl on the stage. He was bidding only so he could
present Susan with this honor. It was surreal, but who were we to
argue???

Susan stood up and thanked him, bowing a little too and not even
caring that she was naked from the waist down. She'd completely taken
off her shorts and panties and the Thai girl kneeling on the floor
held them up, everyone thought that was really funny. Susan ignored
her and walked onto the stage. Oh Diary, she was so beautiful like
that! Tapping that piece of slender blonde wood against her thigh as
she walked around the girl tied to the chair. Susan looked through the
cart briefly and found a large black strap-on dildo that looked
positively gigantic compared to that little Thai butt on the stage.
Susan strapped it on and stroked it lewdly for her audience. I was
going to cum any second, even though the girl eating me wasn't very
good, it was just so exciting seeing Susan playing like that.

My lover used the bamboo first, beating the Thai girl's thighs and
leaving a score of angry red welts crisscrossing her smooth skin. The
girl gave high pitched yelps with every stroke, and strained at her
bonds, but this only made Susan hit her harder until I couldn't
believe that little stick didn't break. But all it did was bend,
whistling through the air and slapping flesh with a sharp staccato
sound that even made me wince. I had to grab the bargirl between my
thighs and hold her head while I was grinding my little orgasm onto
her tongue. Four of the Japanese guys had moved closer, to the edge of
the stage where I was, basically joining me while we watched Susan.
She had found a leather whip, a real one much larger and far more
dangerous looking than the one we had at home, and she was cracking it
across the girl's back. The lash left a series of short red streaks,
like razor cuts on that sweet smooth skin, and she writhed in pain. We
could hear her crying now; gasping and her whole body would tense with
every snap of Susan's wrist.

The Japanese men who sat with me seemed equally interested in watching
the girl eating my snatch, and they talked excitedly amongst
themselves until one finally spoke to me. He made a circle with one
hand and pushed his finger in and out of it with the other.

"You make man?" he asked me, and I figured he was asking me if I had
sex with guys too.

I shook my head and smiled. "No." I told them. "I just make girls." 

I moved my chair back a little and lifted my legs, taking off my
shorts and panties the way Susan had. I put my heels on the table and
motioned for the bargirl to get back on my pussy.

"You like?" I asked and he nodded vigorously and spoke to his friends.
They all agreed and smiled, watching with interest as the girl ate me
out.

But our attentions were always drawn back to Susan. The Thai girl's
back was bloodstained now, from a dozen cuts inflicted by the whip,
and the welts on her thighs were even more pronounced than before. She
looked so sexy like that. Susan was breathing hard and she rubbed her
hands across the girl, smearing the wet redness around like body
paint. Her time was halfway up and Susan pulled the Thai girl's
g-string aside, over one firm round cheek of her ass. We watched as
she played with the girl's cunt, fingering her slowly at first but
soon working 2 and then 3 fingers in and out of her. It didn't look
like the girl was very wet and she slumped over the chair barely
moving until Susan forced her fourth finger inside, twisting as she
fucked the girl.

The place was loud and I was shouting for Susan to fist the girl. And
it was so funny Diary; everyone in the place just started chanting
"Fist! Fist! Fist!" like we were at a concert or a soccer game or
something. Susan stood a little to the side so everyone could clearly
see as she tucked her thumb into her palm and started working her hand
in that Thai's little snatch. I was going to cum again and I held my
breath as Susan pushed her hand inside, not easing the pressure at
all, even as the girl came suddenly and violently to life.

The bound girl struggled and pleaded in her native tongue, but no one
was going to stop Susan now. My love turned her hand a little, still
pushing and finally gave a little groan herself as it looked like she
punched her fist in that all too small opening. Susan's hand
disappeared to her wrist and we all cheered and laughed, even me
although I was cumming so good I think I almost drowned the girl
between my legs. Susan held her hand there a moment and then we could
see her arm moving slightly as she worked it back and forth.

I love it when Susan does that to me. She makes her hand into a fist
and rotates it so the knuckles drag across my soft walls, or she'll
spread her fingers and pull back, putting sweet pressure on the
muscles around my cuntal opening. Or she'll push, as though trying to
reach into my womb itself, stretching the deepest recesses of my
vagina painfully, like a sharp insistent cramp. I love all those
things, Diary, but this poor Thai girl obviously didn't. She was
sobbing as Susan started fisting her hard, much harder than she'd ever
done with me. She drove her hand deep into her hole with a half-dozen
short violent jabs.

Susan grinned, pausing to catch her breath and tell us that she could
feel the girl's cervix. We laughed as the girl shook uncontrollably
with pain while Susan rammed her fist against it. Susan reached for
the cart and found a bulbous orange butt plug, smooth and rounded at
the tip, widening to several inches in diameter before tapering again
near the base. She pressed it to the girl's anus while her fist was
still buried in the girl's pussy. There was nothing slow and gentle
when Susan pushed against the plug, leaning her body weight on it so
it stretched the Thai girl quickly and cruelly, splitting her ass and
making her scream. The walls of her stretched cunt now had even more
pressure to contend with and Susan moved, twisting so she could rotate
her hand. I think she was trying to grab the butt plug through the
tender walls of the girl's cunt, and Susan told us how she could feel
it as the girl shivered and shook beneath her.

With only five minutes left, Susan removed her hand and we could see
it wet and shiny pink mucous and blood. Susan left the butt plug in
place and grabbed the girl by the hips, ramming the huge strap-on into
the now gaping hole of the Thai's pussy. Susan fucked her hard and
fast, deliberately wanting to hurt the girl as much as possible with
the monster cock she wore. I got off again and again; watching
breathlessly until the auctioneer stepped onto the stage and told us
the show was concluded. Susan withdrew from her victim reluctantly and
removed the big dildo from around her waist. Blood streaked down the
Thai girl's thighs and Susan gave the girl a last caress before she
walked down the steps to join me again. We had a half-dozen rounds
bought for us and the Japanese guys wanted us to go with them to
another club, but we were tired and horny and we took our two bargirls
back to our hotel for the night where we made them do all sorts of bad
things.

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Dear Diary, I can't believe our little vacation is half over already!
It has been so much fun, much better than Cancun! I know I haven't
been writing everyday like I promised I would, but it's so hard to
find the time! Susan is sleeping upstairs with Nan, a girl we found at
shoe store, of all places, she's not even a bargirl! Or at least she
says she isn't, but I guess you never really know, huh? She's
definitely lez though and she tastes so yummy!

Susan tied us in a 69 and kept us that way all night, even when I had
to pee, Susan just laughed and I let loose in Nan's mouth. I'm not
really into the golden showers thing, but it felt so weird...good
weird...pissing in that girl's mouth while she tongued me. She didn't
even slow down, just kept going, even swallowing some I'm sure. A
little while later I got my turn when Nan pissed for me. I couldn't
move away, since her legs were tied around my face, so I just clamped
my mouth on her cunt and swallowed as fast as I could. I didn't get it
all, of course, it was a lot and we were both thoroughly soaked by the
end. It wasn't that bad, Diary, though I'm sure it's grossing you out.
I don't think I could do it all the time and I felt a little strange
later, like acid indigestion or something. I took some Tums though, a
bunch, and some AD medicine, just in case, you know. Anyway, Susan
loved it and I had no idea she'd ever be into that. She whipped us
good, and fucked our asses while we were bound and when Susan finally
untied us she pissed in both our faces, making us kiss and tongue each
other while she did it. She called me some nasty names, really
degrading things and I won't repeat them here, but it made me
feel...embarrassed, a little, believing that she thinks of me as...well,
that way. Why can't I say no to her, I wonder.

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Dear Diary, Susan promised tonight I get to have my fantasy. We'll see
what happens, I'm not sure what she's got planned, but it should be
interesting. Susan sent Nan to get us a room at a much cheaper and
much less conspicuous hotel, she called and is waiting for us, so I
need to run. Wish me luck!

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Dear Diary, Susan and I went to a `Macho' show at a club that caters
to the few female tourists interested in sex, and the many gay males
who come to Bangkok. It was strange, seeing Thai `barboys' wearing
tight thongs and performing the same functions we'd seen in so many
other places from the bargirls. The show was mainly dancing, a
striptease sort of thing, and it didn't do much for either Susan or I,
but checking out the balls on the men walking around was interesting.

The guys were all well defined, if not downright muscular, and they
had numbers on their thongs. We'd call them over, one at a time, just
as if we were interested in fucking one of them. But really, all I was
doing was pulling their stretchable thongs aside, exposing their cocks
and balls, and comparing as the night wore on. Number 23 had a
seriously large cock and his balls looked like a couple good-sized
eggs trapped in the pouch of his sack. He was shaven too, which was a
big plus, as far as I was concerned. I wanted them and I told Susan
that he was the one.

Susan spoke to the bartender while I sat there with number 23, having
bought him a drink and trying to act innocent and hetero. He spoke
very little English, but I suppose with his body he didn't really have
to talk much. I kept an eye on Susan as the bartender took her to
another little room, behind a curtain of beads. I didn't know what was
going on and all I could do was sit there. She came back about 10
minutes later, smiling and nodding her head. The bartender called 23
over and spoke to him while Susan spoke to me. She'd paid 250 dollars
so we could do whatever we wanted to his balls, the owner would make
sure 23 didn't make trouble with the police or anything. Apparently,
Susan laughed, there was a market for eunuchs, so the owner wasn't too
awfully worried about this guy being unable to perform after tonight.
Bangkok was one weird place I said and Susan agreed totally. And we
laughed.

Number 23 didn't know what we planned, of course, or I don't think he
would have come along so willingly. Nan had gotten us a room in a
dingy hotel above a little market, we wanted to be anonymous and she
wasn't there when we let ourselves in. Our sole bag was sitting on the
little desk in the corner, but it contained no clothes. We had our man
do a little strip tease for us to some video on the TV, MTV Asia was
even worse than MTV in the states, but it was noisy and gave us
something to listen to. After the dance we used sign language mostly
to get 23 to lie on the bed. It looked strong enough to hold him, I
thought. We tied him spread eagle on his back, attaching the thin
nylon rope to the sturdy wooden legs. He'd played games like this
before, I'm sure, since he showed no surprise or hesitation. Susan and
I both undressed while he watched, smiling and expecting a good time
with two crazy American college girls. I used my panties to gag him,
shoving them into his willing mouth and Susan used duct tape across
his lips to keep him really quiet.

I was amazed at how easy this was going to be, Susan just smiled and
said, "I told ya so!"

We sat on the bed and played with his cock for awhile and unlike Rick,
number 23's grew hard almost immediately. Whoever said all Asian guys
have small dicks had no idea what he was talking about; this guy was
huge like a thick 9" long and hard as a rock. His balls were soft and
warm and I massaged them gently. I asked Susan if we should blindfold
him, I didn't want to be cruel, but Susan thought it would be better
for us if we could see his eyes. Susan doesn't hate men, Diary, no
more than I do; she just feels total apathy. I'm not sure what I feel.

We started by whipping 23's cock. It was hard and jutting up against
his stomach so I used a long bootlace, pulling the foreskin back to
expose the head, pulling it down so I could tie a little slipknot
around the crown. I pulled it tight and stretched 23's hard cock so it
pointed straight up at the ceiling. Susan used a piece of bamboo, very
much like the one she'd used on the girl the other night, to spank
23's penis. She did it hard too, slashing through the air so that it
made a little swoosh before the hard smack when the blow landed. Our
man's reaction was immediate and violent, the whole bed was rocking
and bouncing as he tried to get out of his knots, but they were tied
well. I sat on his chest, straddling him and facing his cock while
Susan struck him as hard as she could. I felt my pussy getting wet and
I rubbed myself on 23's hot body as I watched and pulled that cock
taut. It didn't seem to be going soft at all either, which surprised
me, and Susan as well. But we didn't have a lot of experience with
male anatomy either.

After 5 minutes the entire length of 23's penis was covered with red
and white welts, and bruises had already started. There were a couple
places where the skin had broken and a little red showed, but he
wasn't truly bleeding yet. Susan rummaged through the bag while I
untied 23's cock. The head had swollen even larger and started turning
reddish, but as blood flowed into it again it started looking more
normal. Just in time for Susan to experiment with his little pee hole.
She had some chopsticks, long plastic ones that were round, instead of
squared, and not very large in diameter. They were more for souvenirs
than eating with the words `Happy Bangkok' printed on them in English
and Thai.

I watched as she held his still erect cock and began inserting the
smallest end into the hole, pushing it in and watching 23's reaction.
It seemed to hurt a lot, since his whole body went stiff, like he was
desperate not to move any more than he had to. Susan asked me if I
thought she could get the whole thing in there and I wasn't sure. His
cock was pretty long, about the same as the chopstick, so I thought it
would be close. Number 23 was shaking his head and his body moved even
though he didn't want it to, so Susan had to stop for a moment with
about 7 inches inside and 2 or so left to go. When he relaxed again
Susan started pushing again and I looked at her. `I think he stopped
breathing' I said. But he was just holding his breath and when he let
it out it was as a loud muffled scream. Susan had the whole chopstick
in his penis now, there was just a millimeter of plastic sticking out
the tip and Susan said she didn't think she'd be able to pull it out
again without pliers or something.

"What if he has to pee?" I wondered aloud and Susan laughed at me. 

"What if he has to cum?" She said and that did seem pretty funny. That
long piece of plastic stretching his urethra had to hurt like hell and
trying to use his penis for anything was going to be a thousand times
worse. But what amazed us was that he was still hard!

"Let's make him cum and see what happens." Susan giggled. "In the
interest of science."

I asked her how. I didn't particularly want to fuck him, or take the
thing in my mouth. "We'll just jerk him off." Susan grabbed his huge
cock and started sliding her fingers up and down, laughing. "It feels
funny, try it.'"

So I did, both of our hands rubbing the shaft and it was weird. There
was like this hard muscle underneath, but soft smooth skin over it. I
kind of liked the feeling. "I'll do this, you play with his balls."
Susan told me, "Just don't hurt him until he cums, okay?" I nodded in
agreement.

I massaged his testicles gently, rolling them in my fingers and even
bending down to smell them. He was clean and it was nice. I wondered
what it would be like to eat them, and I wondered where that thought
came from, but I couldn't dismiss it. Number 23 had stopped
struggling, maybe he'd gotten used to having a long hard stick in the
middle of his cock, but more likely he figured that was the worst that
was going to happen to him. I've always found I can deal with pain a
lot better if I tell myself that whatever else happened, this was as
bad as it would get. It was always a lie, but it worked. I wondered if
23 knew about that trick too. Susan got some baby oil and rubbed it
all over his cock, since there didn't seem to be any man-lube coming
out.

"I thought guys had that pre-cum stuff." I said, forgetting the poor
guys tube was plugged completely.

Susan just laughed and went to work masturbating him. "Oops!" Susan
said at one point. I looked at her. "It's gone."

The chopstick had disappeared inside the man's penis as she jerked him
off and I think 23 knew something was wrong because he really started
making a fuss. It probably got pushed down to someplace very tender
indeed, and with that he finally did start to get soft. Susan was a
little disappointed I think, and she kept stroking him, but the more
she did the more 23 writhed in pain. That plastic chopstick was way
down inside now, maybe even in his balls I thought, and I felt around
but didn't feel anything. More than likely it was trying to get in his
bladder or something. Ouch.

Susan wiped her hands on the sheet and took out a box of sewing pins,
telling me how he was being a bad boy. I laughed at her as she started
pushing a pin into 23's cock, right near the head, under the ridge
there. She said she was going to pin his foreskin back, and she did,
encircling the head with two dozen pins, which were all she had. She
pushed them deep too, each was an inch long and she had them in until
just the round plastic head showed. Number 23 was bouncing on the bed
while Susan did it and I squeezed one of his balls hard to quiet him
down. Reminding the man that he still had more to lose seemed to work.
His cock was soft now though, looking like a fat wrinkled worm. The
good news was that as it went flaccid the chopstick finally emerging
once again from the tip. It looked very funny and I couldn't help
laughing at it. His cock was maybe 5 inches soft and only 2 inches of
the plastic was exposed, so somewhere down deep a couple inches were
buried still. Susan decided to leave it in place, since it at least
kept his cock upright and out of the way.

She asked me what I wanted to do with his balls and I thought I'd wax
them first. I used a red candle, smiling into number 23's eyes as
Susan lit it for me. He had been crying, I saw, like Ricky and it made
me wonder if all men were weak. I dripped the hot wax generously over
his sack, lifting it carefully with my fingertips so I could get the
underside as well. It was truly beautiful, my Diary, the way the wax
made him jump at first. I could feel him flexing, as if trying to draw
his poor testicles up into his body, and of course that just made that
chopstick hurt all the more too.

Susan played with his nipples, biting them hard and chewing them while
I covered his balls with the hot wax until I was satisfied. I looked
at her and she lifted her mouth, red with blood. She'd actually bitten
through the skin and chewed his left nipple to shreds.

"Do you think he has Aids?" I asked and Susan shrugged. 

"I guess I'll find out." Then she laughed and went to work on the
other nipple so that 23 made grotesque noises in his throat and heaved
his body off the bed.

I laughed too and looked at the wax-encased balls now lying between
the man's legs. I used a stiff wired hairbrush to remove the wax,
smacking his balls as hard as I could so that the wax chipped and
peeled and flew off. I pinched the soft skin and pulled them up,
treating every last inch of him to that same rough treatment. What
small bits of wax that wouldn't be spanked away, I scrubbed off until
his balls were clean and red and raw looking.

I took them in my mouth then, one at a time, playing with them using
my tongue and teeth and lips. It felt strange having a man's flesh in
my mouth for the first time in my life and I stretched my jaws to take
one of 23's nuts between my teeth. I couldn't get it all the way back
on my molars, his testes was just too big, but I managed to get it on
the side and I started biting down on it. I had this irresistible urge
to crush it, to feel it flatten and pop in my mouth. I tried to
resist, but it felt so good like that. I could feel it like a hard
little marble in a big softer marshmallowish ball. Soft and squishy at
first, then something tangible to be crushed and chewed. I was almost
there and I eased up finally, not wanting to break him yet. I did the
same to his other ball, playing with it and biting it, harder and
harder until I thought it would burst at any second, and I forced
myself to stop. I wanted to eat them.

I tied three rubber bands around the base of 23's scrotum while Susan
watched. She'd gotten bored with the man by now, having turned his
nipples into bloody ruins of flesh. Susan fingered me absently,
commenting on how wet I was. She pulled my rings and worked her
fingers inside, stroking my hard little clit with her thumb. I picked
up a pair of scissors; small and sharp like doctors used and a white
porcelain bowl. I grinned over my shoulder at Susan. She nodded,
smiling back and I began cutting into 23's soft scrotum. He groaned
and sobbed and screamed and cried, but the gag in his mouth mercifully
dampened it. His body was hot and sweating and spasmed with pain as I
spilled his blood and balls into the little bowl so that the grayish
white objects of my desire hung by small cords from 23's body. They
looked beautiful and I put the scissors down and pushed the useless
ragged flaps of his scrotum out of the way.

"What are you going to do with them?" Susan asked me. She was
breathless and she had four fingers in my cunt, squeezing me against
her palm.

I told her I was going to eat them and I lifted one of the balls out
carefully, not wanting to sever those small tubes by accident.

"Oh shit." Was all Susan said and I giggled, but my eyes were fixed on
that sweet testicle.

It was large, like a walnut and a little mushy but hard inside. I put
it on my tongue, tasting a man's raw testicle for the first time. I
bathed it with my tongue, enjoying the dull rust-like tint of blood
and wondering what the ball itself would be like. I looked up at Susan
and bit into it hard, chewing it and savoring it. I was cumming then,
flooding with excitement and Susan pushed her fist in my cunt so she
could feel it contracting eagerly around that wonderful sensation.
There was very little taste really, and the texture was like caramel
kept in the refrigerator soft and hard at the same time, but not
crunchy, not crispy or anything. I swallowed it slowly, smiling and
giggling as Susan laughed and shook her head. She flexed her hand in
my cunt and I murmured approval. I'd had a good orgasm and I wanted
another one.

I kissed Susan hard, letting her tongue explore my mouth, hoping she
could taste a little bit of the man ball I'd just eaten. I took 23's
other nut and pulled it so the cords connecting it stretched and
snapped. The man's eyes were puffy and red, a little glassy but I
thought I saw a glimmer of recognition when I held his last remaining
testicle up for him to see. Susan accused me of being cruel and
teasing him, but I didn't think so. Why wouldn't he want to see? I
placed it carefully on my tongue and made sure my mouth was open so he
could see as I bit into it, chewing noisily and smiling when I
swallowed him down. He was totally limp after that, all the fight had
gone out of him. Even when Susan grabbed his cock with the chopstick
still inside it, squeezing and jerking it, the man didn't move. He
just groaned.

We made love on his body, grinding our cunts together and kissing
passionately until we'd both cum several times, then it was time to
leave. We stopped by the bar; only about 3 hours had passed, and told
the bartender where to find number 23 and recommended he see a doctor.
Then we went back to our hotel for a good long soak in the tub and a
bottle of champagne to celebrate a fantasy come true.

----

Dear Diary, Well it's our last night in Bangkok; we fly out at 6am
tomorrow morning. I haven't gotten much time to chat with you have I?
Sorry, Diary, we've just been so busy getting as much fun in as we
can. Tonight we have to make Susan's fantasy come true, since I had
mine already. Luckily Nan is going to help us again, although she
doesn't know it yet. She's so cute, it will be fun to watch Susan with
her. Thai girls are all so sexy, but Nan is totally hot...but in an
innocent way, not like the girls who work in the bars at all. She has
a pretty smiling face, very open and her eyes are soft brown and
doe-like. She doesn't have one of those flat noses either, Nan's is
pert and small, very cute. But her body...mmmm...about like mine. Like
5'4" and thin, 100lbs maybe when she's wet. Small hard boobs and a
cute little snatch that Susan made her shave. Plus she's gay, which is
nice too because she really knows her way around a cunt. Not like
those stupid bitches working the bars, I'm with Susan on that, they're
really only good for toying with. To get off, we really need a girl
who knows how. Like Nan. Plus Susan says she's like my twin,
spiritually at least. She says we're a couple little girls who would
do anything to make Susan happy, that's us. I hope Nan makes her happy
tonight.

----

Dear Diary, here we are on that airplane going home. Four hours to
Tokyo and then 10 more to Seattle. We'll arrive before we left, or
something like that. I'm pretty beat and Susan is sleeping already,
but I wanted to share this before I did anything else. Last night
Susan's fantasy came true, we met Nan at the little store where she
works just as she was closing up. She seemed surprised to see us, but
very happy too. It wasn't hard to convince her to come along with us.
Susan gave her money and Nan got us another room at another little
hotel while we waited outside. We went in about 10 minutes later,
acting like we knew what we were doing and ignoring the kid clerking.
We found Nan waiting for us on the 2nd floor landing and we all went
up to the 4th floor to find our room.

Once inside I wasted no time and just took Nan into my arms, squeezing
her breast and kissing her while Susan locked the door and turned on
the TV. I like Nan a lot and I pushed her down on the bed while Susan
undressed, then I rose and let Susan at her so I could undress also.
We were all talking between kisses about how Susan and I were leaving
in the morning and we would never see Nan again. So we wanted that
night to be special. Susan and I undressed her slowly, loving every
inch of her golden brown skin as it was revealed. Then Susan dove into
the girl's cunt, licking and sucking noisily while I worked on her
beasts and tummy with my mouth and hands. It didn't take long before
the two of us working in sweet concert brought Nan to a delicate
moaning orgasm.

I moved my body, sliding my pussy to Nan's mouth and straddled her
face, letting that Thai tongue work it's wonders over my pierced labia
and clit. Her fingers dug into my skin and I began grinding against
her mouth as I felt my orgasm approaching. It seemed all three of us
were possessed, there was very little of the usual tenderness, we were
working our sex hard, desperate to bring each other off as quickly and
often as possible. We had 8 hours before our 3am check-in, that didn't
seem nearly long enough for what we wanted.

Susan climbed between Nan's legs and the girl wrapped them around
Susan's waist so their pussies could rub gently while I leaned
forward, exposing my ass to Susan's mouth. They were both eating me,
Nan from below and Susan from behind and I was cumming explosively.
Susan switched so she could straddle Nan's pussy, needing more and
harder contact between their cunts. They were grinding hard as I
removed myself and turned to kiss our Thai lover, tasting my juices
all over her face and in her sweet warm mouth. I stroked her hair and
told her how beautiful she was. Susan sucked Nan's toes while she
rubbed her soft furred slit back and forth across Nan's puffy bald
cunt. It was beautiful and I moved my mouth down to kiss and lick at
them as they moved, until Susan finally lifted completely so I could
suck her hard little clit.

We made love like that for hours, pausing only so Nan could order food
and drinks from room service, which mostly consisted of a boy running
to a grocery store on the corner. Susan and I were conveniently in the
bathroom both times the kid came to the door. We sat on the bed naked,
eating fried rice and drinking cokes. Nan was telling us how she'd
always dreamt of meeting American women and being with Susan and I was
like a dream come true. That made Susan and me smile since there were
a lot of dreams coming true lately!

Susan used a fork to make some ragged holes in the bed sheet, and then
tore it into a half dozen long and uneven strips. Nan didn't protest
at all as we tied her down on the bed, much like we had number 23 a
few days earlier. Nan found it exciting, she said, to have Susan do
things to her, and make her do things she would never have dreamt of.
I understood completely and sat back to watch as Susan went down on
the now helpless Thai girl. Susan was tender at first, bringing Nan
off with her mouth and fingers, but soon Nan was moving as she felt
Susan using her teeth. I rubbed my pussy, watching Susan biting the
girl's labia, chewing them hard and making Nan rock her body as if
trying to get away.

I moved to cradle her face and kissed her. "Shhhhh," I whispered.
"Don't fight it, Nan. Susan just wants to love you."

I put my mouth over Nan's and forced my tongue in her sweet mouth as
she screamed into me. Susan was biting the girl hard, chewing her
labia, clit, and any exposed bit of flesh she could find, not unlike
what she'd done with number 23. I thought perhaps she would actually
eat Nan's sex, but she didn't, Susan just wanted her to cry. I got off
the bed as Susan crawled along Nan's body to kiss her with red blood
stained lips. Susan was whispering, telling the girl she loved her and
some other things, but I couldn't hear what it was.

Nan nodded and blinked back some tears. "Hurt me more, Susan. Please."
She whispered it and Susan looked very happy.

Susan looked at me and smiled. "Twins." She said and bent down to kiss
Nan again, letting the girl taste her own sweet blood from Susan's
tongue. I fingered myself excitedly as I watched Susan gag Nan with
her panties, using a strip of the torn bed sheet to hold it in place.
She had been wearing a long thin belt with her shorts and she removed
it, palming the buckle and wrapping the leather around her hand a
couple times.

"Are you sure, Nan?" Susan asked softly and the girl on the bed
nodded. "Do you love me, Nan?" I felt my orgasm coming on hard as Nan
nodded again and Susan brought her impromptu whip down hard across the
Thai woman's breasts. I recalled my own experiences beneath Susan's
whips and crops and I envied Nan this experience, which was very new
for her. Susan stroked her hard, grunting with the effort as she beat
those creamy caramel tits to red swollen globes of pain. Nan twisted
and jerked, her screams muffled, but still sweet to the ears. She
couldn't get away and her instinctive resistance only spurred Susan
on.

After 30 minutes or so Nan had stopped moving, she lay very still,
taking short rapid breaths. The Thai girls face was red and her eyes
puffy from crying. Her whole body was bathed with sweat and her
breasts looked as though they'd been rouged. Susan stopped and looked
at Nan, licking her lips and breathing hard. She touched one of Nan's
tits so the girl flinched and it turned white beneath the slight
pressure, then quickly flushed dark red again when Susan pulled her
finger away. Susan let go of her belt and grabbed both of the woman's
tits in her hands, squeezing them hard, digging her fingernails into
the overly sensitive flesh. Nan screamed into her gag and Susan
twisted and pulled, as though trying to rip those boobs right off.
Finally, Susan bent down and used her mouth as well, biting Nan's dark
erect nipples between her teeth, sucking and pulling at them while her
fingers continued their cruel ministrations.

After doing that for a little while Susan grinned at me. "God, I love
her tits." She said and ripped one of the two remaining strips of bed
sheet in half, so there were two long and very thin pieces. Susan
called me over and told me to pull her left nipple. "Pull it hard!"
She told me and I did, amazed at how hot Nan's skin was. Susan tied
the ragged strip around the base of Nan's tit, pulling it as tight as
she could while she wrapped it over and over until the girl's breast
was contorted almost beyond belief. The base was now tiny, just a few
inches around and the tit seemed to balloon out from her body, like it
had been filled with air until I was ready to burst. If it had been
red before, now it began turning purplish. We did the same to Nan's
other breast and the effect was beautiful.

"I want you to fuck her tits." Susan told me. "I want to see you do
it."

I didn't know what Susan was talking about, but I soon learned. She
worked on my cunt with her hand first, stretching me with her fist
painfully until she was satisfied that my gaping vagina could get no
larger. It had hurt a lot, especially when Susan had briefly tried to
get both hands inside me, making me cry and beg for her to stop. She
did, but I felt bad disappointing her. Susan had me get on top of Nan
then, lowering my pussy so Susan could force the Thai girl's swollen
abused tit into my cunt. Susan squeezed and pinched and molded it
until I could feel it pressing between my lips. Nan writhed below me,
her tits were now angry and dark and the welts from Susan's belt
plainly visible. I was shaking it was so exciting and Susan was
giggling and talking to Nan's breast, as if trying to convince it to
go inside my slippery hole. And finally, dearest Diary, it did just
that!

I came as soon as I felt the heat of her breast filling me. It was
like being fucked with a water balloon I imagine, only not quite as
pliant, but close. The strip of cotton wrapped around the bottom of
her tit made it the perfect size for my hole and as I rocked my hips I
could feel the bulbous swell of the breast inside me refusing to
dislodge, it was trapped in my cunt, filling me and bringing me one
orgasm after another. I leaned back and started bouncing
uncontrollably on that incredible sensation while Susan laughed and
started untying that breast. Nan was sobbing loudly now, my motion and
the pressure of my contracting pussy were torturous to her already
very sore and tender flesh. But we didn't care; it felt too good.
Susan urged me on as the strip of cotton came free and Nan jerked as
blood once again flowed into her breast. But my pussy was clamped down
on it hard and refused to give that tit back its original shape. It
was still trapped inside me for as long as we wanted it to be, and I
hoped that would be a long time!

Susan let me do as I wanted while she returned to Nan's Asian sex,
deciding that it was time to introduce the girl to the joys of
fisting. In case you couldn't tell by now, Diary, that is Susan's
thing. She'd already made up her mind not to be gentle in any way
whatsoever and so there was precious little warning when Susan punched
Nan in the cunt with her fist. I felt the girl's body go stiff beneath
me and she shuddered and Susan grinned at me.

"She's cumming!" Susan laughed. "I swear to god...Jesus! What a slut!"

Susan pushed three fingers in Nan's pussy and wriggled them around,
telling me how tight she was. Then she pushed in all four and finally
managed to get the tip of her thumb inside, but no more, Nan's pelvis
was just too small. I rocked slowly on that tit still filling me
nicely and played with the other one. Slapping it and pinching the
nipple, just to give Nan something else to think about while Susan
straightened her right arm and grabbed her wrist with her left hand.
She lowered her shoulders and braced herself with a serious look of
determination on her face.

"I'm...going..." Susan pushed as hard as she could."...In!!!" her hand sank
into Nan's little pussy up to the wrist and Susan got a look on her
face that was rapturous. "Ohhhh my god!" She was cumming hard even as
Nan's muffled screams filled the room and her hips jerked with a
frenzy of pain.

Susan backed out just a fraction so we could see the dark stretched
labia gripped around Susan's wrist, making an impossibly tight seal.
There was just no more room possible. I knew Susan was flexing her
hand in that little cunt and I dug my nails into Nan's still bound
breast while I jerked my hips hard against the other one. I was a
little jealous, I suppose. Susan started fisting the girl good though,
so I forgot all about those petty feelings and stared as my lover's
arm went deeper and deeper into Nan's sweet womb.

That it was hurting Nan, there's no doubt, Diary. Even injuring the
girl, I'm sure. Susan was moving hard and fast, much more so than with
me, even more than with that girl on the stage. This was her chance to
try and fist a girl to death, or something close to it. She was
halfway to her elbow when Susan told me she could feel the soft pillow
of Nan's cervix. She punched through that and Nan shivered beneath me.
She could barely move now, perhaps she was in shock, I don't know. She
was bleeding inside, we knew because Susan's arm came out streaked
with it when she'd pull back a little to punch deeper a moment later.
Susan came as she rammed Nan's cervix over and over, seeking entrance
to the girl's ovaries.

"There's a hole! I can feel it! Oh shit!" Susan spoke excitedly,
describing for me what she could feel and I could tell she was digging
with her nails, finding an opening and ripping into it, making it
bigger so she could get her fist deeper. "Oh fuck...I wish this was
you!" She said at one point, staring into my eyes and I leaned down to
kiss her, eagerly opening my mouth for her tongue.

Susan's arm finally disappeared to the elbow and beyond. I laughingly
asked Susan how deep she was going. "All the way to her fucking
heart." She said, shivering excitedly at the thought. "I want to eat
it." She whispered and giggled, reminding me of number 23 and how good
his balls had been for me.

But Susan had just about reached the end, her fist could go no
further, but she was too excited to be disappointed. She'd gotten in
almost to her shoulder and she described for me how everything felt,
how she was sure she'd punched through the girl's cervix, ripping it
and then into her womb, flexing her fingers around countless eggs and
feeling her ovaries wet and hot and sticky, squishing between her
fingers. It was incredible and I wish Nan could have told us how it
felt, being utterly destroyed like that.

"How's she doing?" Susan asked, withdrawing her arm slowly and
watching as blood flowed out around it.

I looked at Nan; she hadn't taken a breath in a long time. I touched
her neck, looking for a pulse. "She's dead."

"Oh." Susan shrugged a little and pulled her hand free. It looked like
she'd dipped her arm in thin red paint. She held it up, smiling at me.
"Come here." She said and I pulled myself off Nan's swollen tit,
feeling suddenly empty inside.

We made love next to Nan, licking and kissing each other and spreading
her blood across our bodies. She was a good friend and a good lover;
we'd miss and worship her. Nan had sacrificed herself for me, I knew,
because Susan would have had to do that sooner or later to me, just to
satisfy the need to know. I'd have let her too, because I'd do
anything for Susan.

"Are we...evil, Susan?" I asked her in the bathtub later.

"No." She sighed and kissed my nose. "We're just in love."

----

Dear Diary, Home again, home again, dickity dick. That might have been
the best spring break ever, but it still feels good to sleep in my own
bed! Donna called and wants to show me pictures from her trip to
Cancun; she said it was so exciting. Susan just laughed and shook her
head. Somehow I doubted Donna's adventures would be as good what Susan
and I shared, but then again...we didn't have pictures either. `Next
time...' Susan promised. I just laughed.


End
Rache696@yahoo.com

Some notes: The original narrative style was going to be different,
more `Diary Friendly' so to speak; this became a story told in a
rather clumsy format. Sorry. Also, the end was very different. It was
much more violent and bloody, and cannibalistic too...Susan eating Nan's
sex, quite literally. I liked it a lot, but I wasn't comfortable with
it. I am doing something similar in another story and...you know. But
that's true of 83% of what I do, so who am I fooling? I recycle a lot.
I just wanted to wrap it up.

Aids is real...these characters don't care, but I do. Don't believe I am
condoning anything or trivializing, I'm not. But I do know people
exactly like Susan. A person, I should say. A close personal friend
who would laugh at this note:

`Hahaha...Walang ako, mahal...' 

Oh! But it is, laughing girl! Why do you think I named her Susan? -rr
3/4/04 Manila RP.

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