Rachel in trouble

Claudine Rebecca Westerinzet was no ordinary woman. Once one of the
brightest students in MIT, she was seen as a possible ground-breaker
in
the science of psychology even in her youth. Yet, that was all gone
now,
following her high-profile divorce from Ruben Penetzinskiev, one of
the
wealthiest real-estate tycoons in America. She had no financial
worries
of course; most of the huge divorce payments she received went to her
studies, which she kept secret.

The 43-year-old woman was still in love with Ruben even though he was
dead by now. She was a broken woman, with a broken heart, longing for
the days Ruben was in love with her brains. She didn't know what made
her fall so deeply in love with Ruben and didn't know why he changed
his
compassion for Claudine's brains to other women's breasts later in
life.
She never faulted Ruben, though. Ruben was dead now, anyway. He had
literally died of sex, having a fatal heart attack right in the middle
of an oral treat from one of the high-priced bimbos he kept around him
all the time. Many considered it an ironic death for a well-known
womanizer - Claudine had been unavailable for comment, and she had
managed to keep herself away from herds of reporters in search of her
mansion, rumored to be somewhere in Rhode Island. She was busy
mourning
for the very same husband who had dumped her for the joy of
accompanying
beautiful women and models.

Many ex-wives in her situation hated their husbands, getting together
to
whine about them, telling friends what a perverted useless mean
asshole
the hubby was. Not Claudine. She didn't fault Ruben one bit. She had
never been a feminist. After all, feminists believe in equality.
Claudine didn't. She had no doubt men were stupid and animalistic,
driven by their primal instincts, just a step higher than the common
gorilla. She loved men, she loved Ruben, but she never believed any
man
had the ability to put common sense or morality before the
satisfaction
of their primal urges. It wasn't Ruben she held liable for all his
womanizing and his eventual death - it was all those teasing, ruthless
women around Ruben, spoiled, selfish, deadly women, beautiful women,
who
feasted on the weaknesses of males, that killed Ruben. It was them,
models in mini-skirts, supermodels in bikinis, all their make-up,
beautiful eyes and bodies like Goddesses, all their teasing and daring
that killed Ruben. They were like vultures, praying on the weaker sex
driven by his urges rather than his logic. She could see the murderers
of her husband, the murderers of her romance, which she had cherished
more than anything else in life. They were in the "swimsuit issue",
they
were in "Entertainment", they were in movies, in Playboy, in beer
commercials... Women teasing, corrupting men, destroying their loved
ones... Any beautiful woman with swinging hips or make-up, any woman
ready to get on her knees and offer oral sex for a diamond necklace,
any
cock-teaser was responsible of course - but the harm of their sins
paled
in comparison to the greatest, brightest, most glorious stars; the
so-called "supermodels" and "celebrities"... They were the ones who
really ruined lives, they were the ones who built their fame and
fortune
on the ashes of once-happy men and women... So, when Claudine reached
her life-time goal of mind-control, she knew what to do with it. Once
upon a time, she had dreamed of being on the cover of Time, using
mind-control to advance human race, to condition individuals to become
healthier, smarter, more resilient and peaceful... Yet, the society
had
betrayed her. The idols of the society had betrayed her, destroying
her
and her love... So now, "they" would pay...

Men - she had no problem with. In fact, she had a curious sympathy
towards the inferior male animal, with all its chauvinistic sexism and
savagery. But women, who go around teasing men, flaunting their bodies
and beauty, destroying men - "they" would pay!!!

In time her hatred grew to include almost any woman, any proud,
self-assured, beautiful woman. She despised good-looking, beautiful
women, especially those who were haughty, over-confident and arrogant.
She wanted to see them humiliated, "put in their place".

That's when Claudine had that necklace made especially for her, her
new
name crafted on it: "Madam Avenge"!!

It was time to avenge!!!

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Madam Avenge had noticed Rachel in the coffee shop she frequented
lately
- Central Perk. Madam Avenge did not usually bother with ordinary
women
- but Rachel was no ordinary girl; she may not be a Hollywood
celebrity
or a supermodel but she certainly was the center of attention in this
small place, with every male customer's eyes on her perfectly shaped
ass
or her firm breasts pushing against her tight blouse... "Oh, yes"
concluded Madam Avenge - Rachel certainly was a deserving target for
correction: She would be punished - for being such a great fuck... for
having such a great body... for being such a cock tease... for simply
being Rachel!!

Madam Avenge decided to take action just before close. It was 11:40 PM
as she peeked through the window, to see the patrons. There was just a
handful of customers, including Rachel's usual gang. Madam Avenge had
followed them earlier, making sure they'd be present - they played a
significant role in her plans. She was also pleased there was only a
few
customers - with too many people, things could get hairy! She examined
the patrons with curiosity:

The mean looking black guy seemed like he was from Texas or some other
rugged part of the West. He was wearing big cowboy boots and a hat. In
his early forties, he was very big and muscular. He had the sort of
mean, scary looks that a Samuel Jackson look-alike would have.

The Japanese couple also looked in their mid-forties - though Madam
Avenge could never tell the ages of Japanese. They looked like typical
Japanese tourists, surely their bag was packed with rolls of films,
tons
of boring pictures to show to the family members once they were back
in
Japan.

There was a party of three college students - who looked like typical
fraternity guys. They seemed to be trying to recover from an alcohol
over-dose by consuming coffee.

The other waitress was Lucy. One didn't need to read minds to see she
despised Rachel. "Not surprising" thought Madam Avenge. All women,
especially those plain-looking ones like Lucy, hated beautiful
cock-teasers like Rachel. Yet, there was more to Lucy's dislike for
Rachel. Rachel always acted like Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes, a proud
high-class
bitch who treated Lucy like a common slut! "Well" murmured Madam
Avenge,
"Lucy, honey, you're in for some vindication...".

And Max was at the cashier as usual! Madam Avenge had to admit, he was
a
total sleazeball. Unshaven, over-weight, and every bit as sexist and
horny as an animal. Madam Avenge had been examining him for a while.
Max
was a high-school drop-out, yet with what little brain he got, he had
managed to operate Central Perk. He usually treated his waitresses as
though he owned them, constantly making sexual passes. He loved
watching
Rachel's round and firm ass sway all day long - yet, he knew how much
Rachel despised him... She wasn't going to take any crap from her
sleazy
Boss, making sure Max didn't try any more of his sexual advances on
her.
This made Max very angry, as he expected from her the same kind of
favors Lucy so freely offered. She was, after all, nothing but a
waitress slut. Yet, she acted as though she was some hot-shot movie
star...

And naturally, Ross, Chandler, Joey, Phoebe and Monica... As planned,
they had gone to movies, and paid a visit to Rachel at the Central
Perk,
without knowing how dramatic their night would turn out.

Rachel dropped by their table occasionally - she'd be off in 15
minutes.
She joked with them, laughing and talking...

Yet, Monica seemed a little mad! The animosity between Monica and
Rachel
the result of a shouting match that morning - Rachel was always so
messy
and careless around the house - did Monica have to be cleaning after
her
all the time? Madam Avenge knew the duo always quarreled, Monica being
so bossy and Rachel lacking much of any discipline...

Madam Avenge watched Rachel taking some dirty plates to the Cook and
decided it was time. Poor Rachel had no idea the light pain she had
felt
on her arm earlier on the subway was a needle pushed into her arm by
Madam Avenge. She had no idea who Madam Avenge was even though she had
visited Central Perk a number of times recently. And she had no idea
soon she'd be acting like somebody she was not, admitting to obscene
fabrications...

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Madam Avenge rushed into the Center Perk with all her might; she
looked
sexy in her leather dominatrix outfit despite being in her forties!!

"Rachel!!" she yelled! "You goddamn slut!! I've been waiting for you
for
half an hour!!"

All the heads turned to the woman standing at the door - who the hell
was she?

Rachel was asking the same question - who the hell was this person? So
you can imagine her surprise when she heard herself utter the words:

"I'm sorry, mistress, I'm really sorry - Max scheduled me for over
time
tonight, I was going to come to you directly after I'm off; I swear, I
will be at your door right away!!!"

"Shut up, bitch!!!" yelled Madam Avenge. "Enough of that!! You defiant
slut - you're gonna get it this time - real bad!!! I will not tolerate
this kind of disobedience!".

There was silence in the room. People looked at Madam Avenge and
Rachel
in shock - except the Japanese tourists and Phoebe neither of whom
could
quite figure out what the hell was going on!

So, Phoebe spoke up: "I'm sorry Miss, do you know Rachel?"

Madam Avenge managed to talk through her laughter: "Do I know this
bitch? The question is, do you know her? Let me tell you about her,
about the real Rachel!!

"No mistress, please" begged Rachel!! She couldn't believe it - what
was
happening? What was she saying? Why was she saying these things? She
didn't even know this woman! What mistress??!!

"Shut up, bitch!!" snapped Madam Avenge. "It is time your true
identity
comes out - and you should be proud of being my property!!"

"That's what she is, you know!!" she told Phoebe.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" interrupted Ross.

"Shut the hell up and listen" hissed Madam Avenge. Ross did just that,
not in the mood to take it up with the lady in leather!!

"I am Madam Avenge and Rachel belongs to me - I am her mistress and
she
is my sex slave!! I use her as a sex toy - I assure you, this little
tramp is quite capable of performing any sexual activity you can think
of!!"

The patrons - most notably Rachel's best friends - listened to the
woman
in sheer shock!! Rachel was a "sex slave" - in the hands of a
middle-aged domineering sexomaniac lesbian!!! Phoebe still couldn't
quite comprehend what was going on. As far as the rest of her friends:
Even the astonishment on their faces couldn't hide their smirks.

"You see" Madam Avenge continued. "Rachel has a natural tendency to be
directed and dominated. She needs to be told what to do! Yet, she's
been
brought up as such a spoiled uppity bitch that occasionally she gets
disobedient - like when tonight she didn't show up on time to
entertain
me!!! Thus, right now, right here, she will suffer her punishment!!"

Rachel felt like she was on the verge of losing her mind!! The urge to
speak, to deny, to simply kill this bitch was ripping through her
body;
yet, she couldn't move a muscle, speak a single word despite all her
efforts! She was drowning in a sea of shame and desperation - the
frustration was maddening!! Yet, she stood there, with her head bowed
down, just like the sex slave this woman was making her out to be!!
Rachel had never thought the feeling of humiliation could be
physically
hurting - yet, now, her heart was pumping like it was on fire, her
head
felt like it could explode from frustration, her breathing was getting
heavy as though she was on the verge of death!!!

"Alright Rachel, just go stand in the middle of the room - so that
everyone can see you clearly. And make sure you face your friends, I
bet
they won't wanna miss a thing tonight! Max, you don't mind us using
the
facilities, do you?"

"Oh no, Ma'am!!" declared Max. "You are welcome to do as you wish!".
Max
had no idea who this woman was or what she was going to do but it sure
sounded quite interesting!!

Finally Ross jumped to his feet!! "What the hell is going on? I don't
know what's wrong with you Rachel but I don't wanna be a part of this
fucked-up shit - I'm leaving..."

"No" snapped Madam Avenge - she produced an Electro-shocker and buzzed
it in the air for emphasis.

"What the fuck?" Ross took a step back!

"Don't worry, darling, I won't use it on you!! However, I will use it
on
Rachel's nice titties if you do leave - (pointing at Rachel's friends
table) - if any of you guys leave!! Your presence ensures a milder
punishment - if you refuse to be present, I will hurt the little bitch
twice as much!! Tell them Rachel, tell them I can do anything I want
to
you!!"

Rachel turned towards her friends, keeping her head bowed down, spoke
in
a cracking voice: "Mistress is right, she can do anything she wants to
me!!!"

Ross sat back in his chair, unable to say anything. Phoebe exchanged
looks with Monica. What had Rachel gotten herself into? They couldn't
speak - yet, their eyes communicated their amazement in what they were
hearing! Their best friend was a freak!! A freak right out of those
bizarre, repulsive bondage magazines. She was a sex slave, for crying
out loud!!!! How could Rachel degrade herself like this?

Yet, Monica was every bit as mad at Rachel she had been before. She
kept
the shocked impression on her face; yet, she was BAD

BAD BAD
BAD
BAD BAD

BAD BAD

BAD BAD BAD

BAD BAD

BAD BAD

BAD y actions.

Chandler and Joey exchanged looks, as well. They did their best to
disguise their amusement - the ever proud Rachel was nothing but a
cheap
toy slut!!! They were both trying to conceal their hard-ons, which
were
growing to gigantic bulges under their pants despite their shock with
Rachel's pitiful degradation. They were friends and all, yes, but
either
one would kill to have his way with the sizzling Rachel!! Or even to
take a peek at her naked body and who knows... who knows what this
weird
ass sex slave stuff could lead to? If nothing at all, simply
witnessing
Rachel's humiliation and frustration was quite a turn-on!!!

"Let's get started, shall we Rachel, dear? We don't wanna keep our
audience waiting too long!! Alright, let's watch you take off that
tiny
blouse - it is so tight, your titties could rip it open any moment
anyway!!"

Madam Avenge found it rather amusing how quickly Rachel's face turned
pale!

"No, Mistress, please, not in front of people, not in front of my best
friends, please..." Her pleas were blending with the slow tears
sliding
down her cheeks.

"Right now, right here bitch - no ifs, no buts! You are going to
strip.
And quit crying or I'll give you something real to cry about!"

Rachel couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe what was about to
happen. Yet, her traitorous hands went up to the top button of her
blouse as though she was on remote control. As she opened the top
button, she felt sick to her stomach, as though she was going to die
right there and then. She was dying of shame, keeping her head bowed
down to avoid the looks of her best friends.

Despite his earlier protests, Ross was now trying his best not to
reveal
his delight. His hard-on felt like it would rip through his pants any
moment. Deep inside, his heart was boiling with guilt for taking so
much
pleasure from Rachel's misfortune, yet his lust for her now seemed
quite
immune from any sense of guilt.

Rachel slowly undid her buttons one by one, turning a deeper shade of
red with each one and trying her best not to cry! All the eyes were
glued on her, there was no noise in the room at all! Lucy, the other
waitress had come rushing out the kitchen not to miss the spectacle
but
even she didn't make the tiniest sound as Rachel finally dropped her
shirt down to her feet. The black lace bra did little to conceal her
large and firm breasts.

It was the Japanese man who broke the silence!!

"Aah, lady, ahh, sorrry, sorry - can I ask, can I ask something to
you?
Lady?"

Surprised, Madam Avenge looked his way: "Yes??"

"Ma'am, are we allowed to take pictures?"

"Pictures?? You want to take pictures!! " It didn't sound like such a
bad idea to Madam Avenge - in fact, why had she not though about it
before? "Well, certainly!!" she exclaimed. "Feel free to take as many
pictures as you wish sir, in fact , we should make copies for everyone
-
in order to preserve the fine memories of tonight!!!".

"Alright darling, now let's have that tight skirt of yours!!".
Rachel's
trembling hands started unbuttoning her skirt slowly, leaving her clad
only in black lace bra and bikini panties - and giving the Japanese
tourists the opportunity to take first few of their spectacular
pictures.

Next came the bra!!

Rachel reached behind and unhooked her bra, dropping it in the pile of
clothes under her feet. She was trying to cover her firm breasts with
her hands...

"Rachel, remove your hands" Madam Avenge demanded. Rachel obeyed
swiftly, silent tears starting to flow down on her cheeks again.

Her breasts were out in the open now!! The way her large globes stood
firm and defiant in the cool air was breathtaking. Ross simply
clinched
his hands with lust as he watched Rachel's exposed breasts heave
suggestively. Unlike the other men who were focused on Rachel's bare
bust with silence, Max was quite verbal with his feelings: "Holly
shit"
yelled Max from his seat. "Rachel, darling, I always thought you had
the
best fuckin' tits around here, boy look at that - you should audition
for playboy!!!". He laughed out so hardly, he almost fell off his
chair.
He was loving it! The uppity bitch was being forced to strip right
before his eyes...

Madam Avenge seemed to be amused with the hostility between Max and
Rachel. "Well, Max, you think we should ask Rachel to take off
anything
else?"

This almost made Rachel jump in her place. She was sobbing, she was
terrified in shame and she wanted to hold onto the last piece of
clothing that protected her from complete nudity in front of strangers
and her best friends. And she despised Max. He was a despicable fat
slob, she hated working for him, she hated him for being a sexist,
disgusting, annoying, perverted asshole. He always had his eyes on
her,
disrobing her with his eyes. And now, this sexist pig had
once-in-a-life-time opportunity of leaving Rachel naked for real - and
Rachel was now looking at Max with pleading eyes, hoping to find just
a
little mercy in him.

There was none!!

"Yes, yes" shouted Max with great enthusiasm. He was in a roll now,
enjoying the power Madam Avenge delegated to him. "She must take off
her
panties, too, right?" He laughed looking at others: "I bet this
spoiled
bitch has her pussy shaved clean like a little school girl".

"Well, then, Rachel, I'm afraid your panties are coming off!!"

The embarrassed girl swallowed her last bit of dignity as she reached
under the waist-band of her panties, pulled them down past her knees,
over her ankles, and dropped them beside the rest of her clothes.

Now, Rachel was left completely naked. Instinctively, she again tried
to
cover herself with her hands as she leaned up and stood in the middle
of
the room with one hand trying to cover her pubic area, the other arm
going across her breasts. It was only a futile attempt to cover her
exposed body but it was enough to drive Madam Avenge crazy.

"Listen bitch, I don't want any modesty from you, got it? Stop
covering
your pussy and titties, people are here to see!! You'll have to learn
a
real good lesson today! Now, do as you're told -put your hands behind
your head, and arch your back a little. And spread those legs, yes,
you
little cunt, spread those legs nice and wide!"

Rachel, felt her arms and legs move exactly as requested, despite her
best efforts to stop it. She placed her hand behind her neck, and
spread
her legs wide apart - she was dying of shame and agony.

"See how that makes your tits stick out - not that those rockets need
any extra help!!" commented Madam Avenge.

Cheerfully shouted Max: "Hey, I guessed it fellas, see how her pussy
is
nicely shaved?!" "Yeah", he laughed. "I knew it, baby!!". Few people
snickered.

Rachel's face turned a burning red with Max' cruel mockings. Her
cleanly
shaven pussy was on display for everyone to examine. She was in a
never-ending torture of degradation, her lips quivering, her body
visibly shaking... and the idea that some of these people, especially
Max, were enjoying her humiliation was painfully enraging to her deep
inside.

Japanese kept taking pictures - this surely beat all those boring
pictures they had taken at the Empire States!!!

"Time for your punishment" declared Madam Avenge!!!

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Rachel's wrists were handcuffed and securely attached to a hook in the
ceiling with a chain, pulling her arms tout over her head. She was
raised so that she barely stood on her toes. It took the poor girl's
full concentration to remain standing on her feet - otherwise all her
weight would be painfully placed on her arms.

The room was again silent, except for the occasional flashes from the
Japanese couple. Anticipation was riding high. Now, having gone beyond
their normal limits, all the men and women in the room couldn't wait
to
witness Rachel's humiliating punishment!

Rachel was protesting and whimpering like a six-year-old but Madam
Avenge had no intention of giving any leeway to Rachel. In fact, her
whiny pleas simply excited Madam Avenge - she couldn't wait to hurt
the
haughty bitch as though she was a naughty schoolgirl...

She asked for Lucy's hose which she gladly obliged - anything to
further
Rachel's torment. Madam Avenge simply picked up Rachel's panties and
despite her protests stuffed it all the way in her mouth and fastened
by
tying the hose around Rachel's head. Rachel was disgusted with this
cruel gag, as she was forced to taste and smell her own underwear -
which she had been wearing all day long.

Rachel's eyes widened in terror when she saw the cat-o-nine-tail in
Madam Avenge' hands. She had never been beaten before. Her heart
started
pumping hard - which provided the men with a delicious view of her
firm
breasts moving up and down!! She hated pain! She couldn't bear it!

Madam Avenge held the small whip in front of Rachel's face. The girl
was
terrified, her lips quivering, her body visibly shaking... Then Madam
Avenge walked around her a few times, enjoying her fear. Rachel was
getting more and more nervous, much to the amusement of the audience!

Then her back exploded. WHAP!!! She had never felt such pain in her
life. Her cry was muffled by her panties-gag! Madam Avenge had caused
an
angry red stripe to appear on the twin white mounds. The first hit was
followed by others:

WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!

Madam Avenge had a heavy hand. Rachel's nude body was shining with
moisture as she strived to avoid the lashes. Again and again the whip
found its mark on her back and ass, sending waves of pain throughout
the
girl's body.

Yet, after 10 strokes Madam Avenge was tired:

"Well" she spoke up, "Monica, darling, I need your help!!".

"What??" exclaimed Monica.

"Yes, darling, I need your help"!!!

"I'm not helping you for anything you crazy bitch! I am not your slave
-
she is!!!!"

Madam Avenge laughed at this. "You're right darling, but you see, I
offer you a grand opportunity to help your best friend!! Here's the
deal
- simple and clear: I got 30 strokes left!! But if you agree to whip
the
bitch only 5 times, I'll agree to give her another 5 myself and
that'll
be it!! That's a savings of 10 whips for your snotty friend here!!."

Monica was startled - what to do?? She'd love to whip Rachel's ass.
She
had watched the first five strokes almost on the verge of an orgasm!
The
spoiled bitch was stripped naked in front of people and was getting a
much deserved punishment. Besides, Monica could always claim she only
meant to help Rachel - knowing full well, a punishment in her hands
would only further the debasing of Rachel!! Sounded lovely - she was
on
her feet that instant!!

"I want you to know that I'm doing this only to help Rachel!" she said
to the dominatrix who handed her the punishment instrument.

"Sure, I understand darling!"

Monica stood behind Rachel, ready to blast her friend - only to be
interrupted by Madam Avenge:

"Wait a minute, darling. First, put these on!". Nipple clamps with
weights!!!

"God, what are these!!??"

"Just put them on her nipples darling! And another thing, if I think
for
a moment you're going easy on this cunt, I swear I'll electrocute
her!!"

Ross felt like he was about to cum as she watched two of the hottest
women he knew in such close proximity! Monica's hands on Rachel's
tits,
placing the nipple clamps was a sight to behold! Monica did not miss
the
opportunity to look at Rachel right in the eyes - perfectly aware this
only multiplied the poor girl's humiliation. She gave Rachel a sad yet
obviously fake look - so that she could claim her regret later, while
making sure Rachel knew how much Monica was enjoying the whole
spectacle! She grabbed the cat-o-nine-tail again - "the time for your
punishment has come" she murmured to herself.

WHAP!!! came Monica's first blow. WHAP!!! Rachel writhed and twisted,
in
a desperate but futile attempt to dodge the whip. Her breasts jutted
forward with each stroke and her nipples strained with the pull of the
weights, doubling the impact from the whip!! Monica felt all kinds of
tingles in her pussy - getting the bitch right on the ass felt so
good.


WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! landed the smacks as Rachel struggled to remain
on
her feet while Monica completed her little session with her friend.
Soon, Rachel was left dangling in the air. She hung from her bonds,
drenched in sweat, her back and luscious ass afire from the whipping.

Finally, Madam Avenge took over from Monica - who simply went back to
her chair in an exhausted state despite the fun she had.

"Listen up" demanded Madam Avenge, addressing the small audience!! "I
am
sorry to have inconvenienced you all! But it is all this slut's fault.
Oh, yes, she is a cheap whore, a cock-teasing slut! And she must pay
for
it. Yes, she must. So, I will allow our guests to have a taste of this
little cunt!! You'll be amazed with all the sexual tricks this pet can
pull!! Oh, yes, but we should give Rachel an adequate chance for
survival, right?

The men in the room looked at Madam Avenge with shocked eyes. They
almost couldn't believe it - sounded like they could all have their
way
with the stunning Rachel!! And what survival? They didn't wanna give
her
any chance to survive!!!

"You see, now I am going to ungag Rachel - but she is not allowed to
speak unless spoken to!! And here's our little game: Rachel's going to
get 5 more with the whip. She wins and saves her ass if she manages to
hold down her lame screams even for a single one of the 5 strokes!"
Madam Avenge removed Rachel's gag as she said these, amused with the
terrified looks in the girl's eyes.

Rachel felt like she was losing her mind. This could not be!!! This
bitch couldn't make her have sex with people as though she was a
common
whore. Her friends... Her friends were here, having sex in front of
them, having sex with them... the idea made her wanna disappear from
the
face of the earth. She'd hold her screams no matter what!!

"Now, Rachel" demanded Madam Avenge. "Show Monica how much you
appreciate her efforts: Thank her!!!

Rachel, further burying her bruised ego, turned to Monica who was
sitting comfortably cross-legged on her chair. She arrogantly
snickered
at Rachel who muttered in a shattered voice: "Monica, thank you for
punishing me and saving me from worse. And I am sorry for everything I
did before!!". Rachel was going nuts, she didn't want to say any of
these things; yet she could not even control her tongue - and nobody
knew!

"Now, darling, give me your best!! Remember - if I fail to make you
scream even just once, you win!! Otherwise, boy, you'll be doing a
whole
lot of sucking and fucking till the morning!!

Whack!! came Madam Avenge' first strike making Rachel scream in pain -
much to the satisfaction of her mistress. With an evil grin on her
face,
she circled around Rachel, examining the naked girl like a kid trying
to
decide how to eat his Reese's!!

Whack!!! It fell across both of her breasts; flicking each hard nipple
and causing a red
stripe to appear on her breasts. Rachel let out another shriek,
defeated
once more!! The girl was trying her best to save the degradation of
being used as a whore by the people around her. She bit her lips with
all the strength she had left, she couldn't afford to scream. Yet
Madam
Avenge was a master of the psychological side of the whipping as well
as
the physical side. She struck the helpless naked girl, drawing another
cry, then waited, allowing her to quake in fear - and then, another
hit
exploded on Rachel's buttocks when she would least expect it, making
her
scream out in surprise.

"One to go" Madam Avenge whispered into her ear. Rachel was fighting
with all her strength but Madam Avenge seemed determined to win this
emotional warfare. The audience was watching in explosive
anticipation.
One more whimpering, and the bitch was theirs!! Everybody was silent,
except for Max who could apparently no longer keep his hands off
himself.

"Come on lady, nail the bitch!" he demanded!! "Get the cunt"!!

And Madam Avenge was ready to roll. Rachel was ready too, determined
to
protect her body from the dirty hands of Max! She would hold onto her
sexual dignity.

And came the hit - "Whack"!!! Except, it wasn't anything like Rachel
expected. The carefully pointed blow found the tiniest gap between the
legs, flying upward with remarkable speed. It felt like somebody put
her
pussy on fire instantly. Rachel screamed in agony, shuddering in
defeat
and pain!! Her body was shaking in pain, her hair was sticky with
sweat.
She could only hear the victory cheers of Max in the background.

Again, Madam Avenge whispered to her ear: "Now darling, every hole in
your body is fair game for everyone in this room".

"Max"! Madam Avenge called his name. "Why don't you get it going,
sweet
pie?".

"aaaa..." Max clearly had difficulty articulating his thoughts. Madam
Avenge unlocked Rachel's cuffs, and ordered with the composure of a
porn-director in the midst of creating a sizzling scene. "Go lie on
that
table and spread your legs wide - for your employer Max, of course. He
deserves a little piece of you after enduring your uppity behavior for
so long!!"

Then she turned to Max, who was already panting and sweating like a
dog.
"Drop your pants, horny hunk!! And your boxers".

Within seconds, Max was on top of Rachel. His rather small penis would
have attracted attention and mocking under different conditions but
not
tonight - not when everyone's eyes were fixated on a stark naked
Rachel
ready to have her brains banged out!!!

He put his cock onto Rachel's pussy and started pushing it inside her
little by little. He grabbed the girl's firm breasts and squeezed them
hard with each push forward. He increased his pace with each thrust,
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ack still looking at the naked Rachel on the table, his very own cum
dripping from her pussy. "The best fuck of my life" Max thought.

"Good job" Madam Avenge cheered up Max. "You really nailed that cunt.
Now Rachel, be a cutie and show your appreciation - clean him up!!!".

Max was horny all over again. He wanted that warm, slicky, never
shutting-up mouth to be servicing his dick like a $2 whore. "Yeah"
murmured Max, again in the mood.

Max spoke with confidence: "You know Rachel, all this time you've been
working here, there's just one thing I've been wanting to say to you.
So
now is my chance, eh??:

"Get down on your knees and suck my dick, bitch!!!".

Rachel reluctantly kneeled in front of Max - despite her best efforts
not to do so. She wanted to smack the grin off his face but there was
nothing she could do.

Madam Avenge interrupted with a question:

"Rachel darling, have you ever given blow job to a man??"

"No" replied Rachel.

"Aaah, so Max, she will lose her oral virginity to you - isn't that
wonderful???"

"Yes, Ma'am, yees.." replied Max.

"Begin" ordered Madam Avenge.

She opened her mouth wide as Max grabbed her hair. Suddenly she could
feel the swollen staff in her mouth. She licked the sides of his
shaft,
tickling and teasing his member, using her tongue like a pro much to
her
surprise. She couldn't believe she was servicing this filthy bastard
like the most finely trained street-whore.

Just the sight of Rachel's pretty lips engulfing his cock was almost
enough to make Max cum again. He forced himself deep into her throat.
She choked, her eyes bugged out, and the sound of her gagging was
music
to his ears. After a moment, Max pulled his cock out until the head of
it rested on her tongue, then he forced it in again, and again, and
again! The room was filled with the noise of Rachel's slurping,
sucking
and gagging - occasionally interrupted by the flashing sounds from the
Japanese tourists.

Max' cock began to jerk violently and Rachel knew that he was about to
cum. He uttered an animalistic cry, "Aaaaagggghhhhh, suck it hard...
harder ... get it all!" and without waiting he emptied himself deep
into
the depths of her throat.

"Don't you spill a drop, Rachel" demanded Madam Avenge.

The sticky fluid was hot, coming in huge waves - Rachel thought that
it
would never end. She wanted to be sick, but she couldn't raise her
head.
Finally he pulled his limp penis out of her mouth and let it lie
momentarily on the side of her face.

Max finally pulled up his pants, barely making it back to his seat. He
was exhausted. Rachel remained on the floor, shuddering.

"So, who's next?" asked Madam Avenge in general.

"I am" came the response from the black man with the cowboy outfit.

"How lovely!!!" commented Madam Avenge. "Rachel, perform for the
gentleman!!! What would you like to do for her, I mean to her??"

"I'll fuck her" replied the Samuel Jackson look-alike... "In the ass".

Madam Avenge laughed. "Oh my Rachel, looks like your lucky day - you
won't be left with a single virgin hole by the end of today. Perhaps,
you'd like to suck the gentleman's cock first - to provide some level
of
lubrication anyhow!!".

"I'm not letting a nigger dick in my mouth" replied Rachel viciously.
She was shocked in what she said. She had not meant to say that - who
was making her say things she did not want to say? She wasn't a
racist,
she had spent her whole life being race-conscious. Now everyone would
think she was a racist...

Madam Avenge decided not to intervene.

"Your choice, bitch" replied the man. "You'll be sorry once I'm in
you".
He dropped his pants as he said this. Rachel couldn't believe her eyes
-
the man's penis looked like a big black baseball bat.

Rachel was ordered to bend over the same table. She laid there,
waiting
for the brutal intrusion in fear.

She felt the crown of his enormous penis pushing against her asshole,
and it felt as if somebody was forcing a clenched fist up between her
legs. He slowly ran the head of his massive cock up and down her
buttcrack, teasing the girl. And suddenly he thrusted his member
forward, drawing an agony-filled scream from Rachel.

"Please, it's too big," she wept. "Please, you're going to kill me."

The man did not show any sign of emotion or mercy. Instead he began to
shove the huge head of his cock deeper into Rachel. Rachel felt pain
so
intense that she thought her pelvis had broken apart. Her head jerked
upward and the sensation of the swollen head of the man's thick shaft
plunging down her virgin hole made her spine arch involuntarily.

Her ass was spread as far apart as it would go, pain multiplied with
the
lack of lubrication. "Slow!" Rachel cried desperately, her eyes alight
with pain and fear. "Please, slow! Easy! Please! I'll make it good for
you, just please, please go slow!".

The man hissed into her ear: "You know what I love to do, little cunt?
I
love making snotty white bitches like you whimper in pain. I love
listening to stock-up white whores like you begging for mercy."

And he started pushing in and out fast, filling the room with all the
moans, screams and pleas of Rachel. Yet, eventually nature started
taking its course. The constant pushing into her asshole was
stimulating
Rachel much to her dismay. The man kept it up for a long time, in
varying paces, mixing Rachel's screams of agony with her humiliating
moans.

Finally, he got what he wanted. Despite her best efforts, Rachel
cummed
in loud moans, dying in shame at the end of a pain filled ride. The
black man laughed in delight and started ejaculating his semen. He
pulled out his penis, smearing his jism all over Rachel's ass.

Rachel remained on the table, wasted and degraded. Yet, nothing could
prepare her for the next instruction. Madam Avenge had to push her
mind
a little harder for the next performance - she was getting anxious and
didn't want any antics.

"Now, Rachel, get on your knees in front of Ross and show him what an
grateful friend you are!!!".

Rachel wanted to scream "NO", this final humiliation was just too
much,
she could not be forced to serve Ross - her to-be-boyfriend who
probably
no longer considered her any more dignified than a cheap hooker.

With the same feeling that she imagined astronauts experience when the
final air-lock is
sealed, Rachel dropped to her knees in front of Ross, doing all that
within her power to avoid eye-contact with him or any of her friends.

Madam Avenge spoke: "Unbutton his pants and take out his dick."

She pulled his briefs down with her trembling hands, suddenly exposing
Ross' erection. Rachel could not believe Ross' manhood was two inches
from her face.

"Start sucking" ordered Madam Avenge, "and look at him in the eye.
Keep
your eye contact as you suck his dick".

Rachel started messaging, licking and deep throating Ross' dick like
she
did to Max. All the while she was forced to look Ross straight in the
eye.

She could hardly hold back her tears. Having to reveal her degradation
and helplessness to Ross, exposing her mind's torment to her
to-be-boyfriend was just too much.

Yet, her mouth was soon filled with Ross' semen all of which she
swallowed - all the while she kept looking at him like a deer caught
in
the flashlights. And she could see it in Ross' eyes:

She was nothing but a kinky slut for him. He enjoyed every minute of
Rachel's degradation and her forced servicing of his cock. He no
longer
saw her as an equal - she was a whore, a tasty fuck meat which had
worked up his appetite for a long time and now Rachel having been
reduced to a slut in his eyes, he felt free to abuse this little
fuckmeat in anyway he found fit...

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After that point, it was all hell for Rachel. Almost everyone in the
restaurant had a piece of her, violated her defenseless body in many
creative ways. Chandler cummed all over her face, Joey had anal sex
with
her following the lead of the black man...

Even the fraternity guys, the Japanese man and the cook enjoyed
Rachel's
sexual favors, making her service them late into the night. For
Rachel,
one of the most repulsive acts of the night was being forced to lick
Lucy's dirty pussy - Lucy wasn't really a lesbian but the idea of
having
the haughty Rachel licking her pussy seemed too good to pass.

The Japanese ran through four rolls of films. For once, they would
have
some interesting pictures to show back home!

And Madam Avenge watched it all in amusement...

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A week after the whole incident, everyone got copies of the pictures -
Max framed a naked picture of Rachel and hang it on the wall in his
back
office. Rachel was ordered to keep serving as Max' waitress and attend
to his sexual demands every Thursday night.

Madam Avenge relinquished her control over Rachel to her five friends.
Joey, , Chandler, Monica and Ross jointly owned Rachel for the
next six months. They enjoyed their new little toy very much and used
her for various purposes which almost always included a good deal of
bondage, videocameras and humiliation. They all got used to their
power
over Rachel and Rachel got used to being dominated in time - even
began
enjoying it.

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At the end of six months, the control over Rachel was lifted but she
remained as a sex slave in the hands of her masters and mistresses,
now
entirely hooked up to being an obedient sub and frequent punishments.

Ross married Rachel and remained as one of her five owners. Even
though
he frequently enjoyed other women, Rachel did not mind - she was
delighted to be Ross' slave and enjoyed serving all her masters and
mistresses.

She averaged no less than three orgasms a day...



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