Part 1

Darla and Cheryl couldn't have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl's drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl "somehow" ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla's suits were found ripped to shreds.

One night, Cheryl was coming home from an audition for a movie. This was going to be her big break. The fact there would be some nude scenes certainly didn't hurt. But as she put her hand on her car doors handle, a figure came from behind, wrapped an arm around hers to pin them and a rag was pressed over her lower face. She smelled the sickly sweet scent of chloroform and tried to struggle. But her attacker held harder, squeezing some of the air out of her when she was already struggling to stay conscious. Despite her best efforts, everything started to black. As she lost consciousness, she felt her attacker open the door to the backseat and throw her in.

The car drove off. The movies' producers would just have to find someone else.

When Cheryl came too, she quickly realized that she was a naked as the day she was born. Ropes were tied extra tightly around her wrists, elbows and shoulders and "rope bra" made her boobs stick out and bulge more than usual. More rope was on her ankles and knees. A ball gag filled her mouth and collar was on her neck. She started to struggle and moan as her worst fear had been realized: she'd been kidnapped by some pervert. She'd always been so careful and cautious and now this!

"That's it," a familiar voice gloated. "Struggle away my pretty."

Cheryl looked up and saw Darla, a victorious smile on her pallid face.

"I suppose you're wondering what's happening. It's simple: I'm going to do what I should've done years ago and sale your sorry but hot ass to come white slavers!"

"NNUGGHH!"

"Yes! After all these years of being a thorn in my side I'm getting rid of you once and for all. And making a nice profit to boot!"

Cheryl whimpered as she shook her head.

"Oh please," Darla snorted as she rolled her eyes. "Don't think you're getting any sympathy from me of all people. I'm going to fuck you up, then the slavers will make sure you're a submissive slut."

She disrobed, knelt beside her bound captive, and flipped her over to start spanking her. With every smack of her hand, Cheryl would squirm and shout.

"Oh yeah," Darla commented. "You're future owner is going to love you!"

SMACK!

"MAUGH!"

Darla finally stopped when her rival's great ass was a lovely shade of red. She flipped Cheryl back over to squeeze her large boobs...no, mash them!

"MAGH-MAAH!"

"Ooh, so plump and soft! Now I feel a little less jealous."

She slapped them, making her captive holler and her boobs harden and glow. She then pinched and twisted Cheryl's light brown nipples, making her really make some noise. She finished by applying nipple clamps. Cheryl curled up as much as her bonds would let her, crying and moaning.

"Poor baby," Darla said in mock sympathy. "And we're just getting started! I'd like to continue, but it's late and we've got a lot a work ahead of us. We'll get back to work in the morning."

She blindfolded her blonde rival and plugged her ears. She gave her a peck on the forehead (which she cringed at), and left. Cheryl wriggled feebly and moaned until sleep finally overcame her.


Part 2 (added: 07/19/11)

Cheryl awoke with a moan. Everything was dark. At first she thought her shades were down. But when she tried to move, she felt rope biting into her skin. It was then she remembered what happened and gave a muffled scream as she flopped like a fish.

She was unable to see or hear Darla open the door. The pale brunette smiled at the sight of her buxom blonde rival writhing and making gag sounds. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of this sooner. She was going to enjoy breaking this bitch.

Darla removed the earplugs and blindfold. "Morning, Bitch. Ready to begin your slave training?"

Cheryl shook her head with a moan.

"Me too!"

She took off the nipple clamps. Cheryl wailed as the blood rush back into circulation...twice. Darla rolled them between her thumb and forefinger to "help with circualtion". Cheryl couldn't help but moan in pleasure at the sensation it caused.

"By the time I'm done they'll be so sensitive a slight breeze will set them off. Your owner will like that. Sounds like you're liking it too."

She clipped a leash onto Cheryl's collar and stood her up. Her captive mewled and looked at her bound legs.

"You can just hop like a rabbit. It'll be interesting watching those big dirty boobies bounce and jiggle!"

Cheryl's face actually reddened, but she hopped around, her breasts moving in the chest harness. They went into the bathroom. It was there that Darla moved to untie the ropes on her rival's legs.

"And you better not try to run if you know what's good for you," she growled. "Just give me a reason to punish you."

Fearful of what her nemesis would do to her, Cheryl just stood still as the ropes were removed from her ankles and knees. Darla made her sit on the toilet and she emptied her poor bladder. When she was done Darla wiped her clean.

"Whaddya know. You really are a natural blonde. And after I told everyone you weren't that time. Oh well, your owner will certainly like that."

Next she got a rubber bag with a thin pipe or hose on it. She held it before Cheryl.

"Do you know what this is?"

The blonde shook her head.

"This is an enema bag. Here, I'll show you what's for."

She reapplied ropes to Cheryl's legs, this time on her calves, and made her lie face down. Cheryl gasp as the end of the hose went into her anus and groaned as the warm water went into her bowels.

"This is to get you clean on the inside," Darla chirped. "I'll give you pee breaks as needed, but when you take a dump it'll be on my time."

Cheryl groaned and shivered as Darla squeezed every drop of the water into her rectum.

"Now hold it," she said. "Or else you'll feel the sting of the riding crop!"

Cheryl writhed in agony at the feel of the water in her innards until Darla sat her on the toilet and she had the most powerful and painful shitting she'd ever experienced. Darla took her off the toilet and wiped her ass off.

"There! That should take care of your digestive system for a while. And to make sure."

She got a tube of lubricant and smeared on Cheryl's butthole. The captive blonde's eyes widened at the sight of the butt plug.

"Hey, I'm doing you a favor," her captor told her. "If you've never taken it to the ass before, you'll need a little stretching. Trust me, I wish I'd used some butt plugs before my first ass fuck. It hurt like hell!"

Cheryl clenched her buttcheeks and tried to roll away as Darla pushed the plug into her virgin ass while spanking her with her free hand. The brunette finally managed to get the plug in with a hard thrust, making her prisoner give muffled yelp.

"You're going to pay for that defiance," Darla said. "But first I'm going to give you a little something..."

She flipped Cheryl back over. Then she picked up a needle and held it over a lighter. Cheryl quickly realized what was happening and groaned in fear.

"Oh, you got it?" Darla said with a smirk. "It's just that I think you'll look good with a pierced navel. Your owner should like it."

The truth was, Cheryl had thought about doing that for years. Women like her looked good with their belly buttons shining with rings. But she always chickened out at the last minute. She certainly didn't want it like this!

Darla puts some drops of alcohol on the needle and approached her rival. Cheryl struggled and screamed, but Darla pinned her down as hard as she could.

"Hold still or you'll get pierced in the wrong place."

Cheryl braced herself and cried. Darla took some loose skin of her belly button between her thumb and forefinger and—

"MMMAAAUURRGGGHHH!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby. It wasn't that bad."

She got a bejeweled ring and put it in the hole.

"There. That's so pretty. Now to get your punishment."

She stood Cheryl up and guided her to the living room to put her in a chair. Then she got out the riding crop. Cheryl shook her head and whimpered an apology.

"Sorry, but you shouldn't have struggled as much as you did. A real slave takes it with no resistance. Better I whip you now so your owner doesn't have to."

She pulled her arm back and Cheryl screamed as the whip left a red strip across her large breasts. The blonde received four more strips on her stomach, side, thigh and ass before Darla was done.

"And that's just the tip of the iceberg," the brunette informed her bronze skinned captive as she wept. "A lot of masters and mistresses won't take crap of any kind from their slaves. Some may even torture you just for fun. In fact, I think I'll have to use the crop and my other whips on you later just so you'll be prepared. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Mrrggh..."

"Now I think it's time for lunch."

She guided her to the kitchen Cheryl to the kitchen and made her lie down on the table. She tied her legs to the table's legs, then unbound her arms to tie them to it, leaving the well endowed young woman spread eagle. She removed the ball gag, only to replace it with a "spider gag" which would allow her captive to get food while not being able to talk. She put a funnel in the gag's ring. She poured some Coke down it. Cheryl swallowed it with some difficulty, then sighed at the soda's taste and at finally drinking something. Darla put some vegetables in the blender and fixed them into a diet shake. She poured it down the funnel a little at a time so her rival could get what she needed without choking.

It tasted bad, but Cheryl was so hungry. And she certainly wasn't any position to complain.

When she was done feeding her, Darla fixed herself a meal and ate next to her tied down prisoner as if she wasn't there. When she was done she announced it was time for desert. Cheryl moaned at the gooey feel of the chocolate sauce as it was poured over her, as was strawberry sauce, whipped cream, frosting and even sprinkles. Darla licked it off her, making her writhe and moan. As much as she didn't want to give in to Darla, it felt...so good. She gasped as she felt two fingers enter her. She moved around a little, then left.

"You're so warm and sticky. Good. Your owner will like that. Now for the best kind of cream..."

She sat down at the end of the table and proceeded to lick Cheryl's pussy.

"MUGH-NNGH!"

"Don't be like that. I'm pretty good at this. And I know you're used to this. You're going to need to be."

Cheryl's shivered and groaned at the oral assault on her. She hated Darla, she couldn't help but feel pleasure at the feel of tongue on and in her G-spot. After all the terror, pain and humiliation she'd suffered, she needed something like this.

"That's it," Darla cooed. "Relax. Enjoy it. All I ask is that you don't come 'til I give you permission. Otherwise you'll get a real whipping."

Cheryl whimpered at this news. She'd wanted to lose herself in pleasure, but had to keep herself in check. She almost came twice, but fought to stay in control, knowing what pleasure she got from a climax would be followed by the sting of the whip.

"Very good. You may come now."

The blonde let go as soon as she heard permission, riding a wave of ecstasy as it coursed through her. The table even wobbled as she came. She slumped in her bonds as a warmth spread through her body to replace the aching and soreness. Darla removed the funnel, got on the table and sat on her rival's face.

"My turn. First, lick my anus."

Cheryl shuddered in revulsion, but stuck her tongue through the ring to get it in her pale captor's ass hole and started moving it around.

SMACK!

"AUGH!"

Darla had slapped a large breast.

"Use your tongue like you mean it! I really want to feel that tongue in my rear!"

Cheryl did as she was told.

"OOH! That's more like it!"

Cheryl had to endure this for several minutes before Darla repositioned herself for some carpet licking.

With an inward sigh, Cheryl stuck her tongue forward. This time her pale kidnapper was more sated.

"oooohhh...not bad. There's a little room for improvement, but you're on the right track...mmmmm..."

Cheryl moaned at the comment. All the other females she'd serviced really liked her technique. Though at least Darla's puss tasted and smelled better than she thought it would. She pleased her until she came, her fluids going into her mouth and nose. Though it tasted & smelled...good...

"All righty then," Darla said with a clap. "I think we could both us a little break."

She untied Cheryl from the table to retie her arms and legs and sit her on her knees. She left and came back wearing a strap-on dildo. The buxom blonde moaned and shuddered at what was coming.

Darla squatted down in front of her and held her face tightly. "I want to see those pretty lips in action. And I bet you're tired of having gags keep your jaw apart. But one word and this spider gag goes back in there with ten lashes from a flogger. Got that?"

Cheryl nodded as a tear ran down her face. The gag was taken out of her mouth and she worked her jaw some. Without a word she opened her mouth. But instead of the dildo, a foot entered her mouth.

"Seemed like a good place to start to gauge you," Daral told her. "Plus, ya never know if or when your owner will want this whether for fun or to get his feet cleaned."

Cheryl sighed inwardly as she started to lick and suck her rival's toes and in between them.

"OOH! You've done this before! Oooo-hooo!"

Not only was it humiliating, but Cheryl could taste the day's sweat and dirt on Darla's feet. She was made to lick and suck every inch of both feet. When she was done she started on the strap on. She took in as much as she could and used her lips and tongue as if it were a real cock. She knew that would be expected of her.

"Oh yeah...watching you suck me is so pretty. Makes me wish this was a real dick so I could feel your tongue and those pretty, pretty lips and shot a load on you. I think semen splatters would look downright nice on that tan face of yours."

Cheryl moaned, but continued to please her raven haired captor as best as she could. She was made to perform fellatio for half an hour, her lips and jaw becoming sore. When Darla thought she'd had enough she reapplied the ball gag and made her lie on her back. She got on top of her, put the strap on between her magnificent tits and titty fucked her with it. Cheryl moaned at the feel of the dildo as it moved between her boobs as they were pressed together.

"Make me wish this was a real dick even more! Your master is going to be one lucky bastard!"

"Mmmm..."

Darla got off, untied her prisoner's legs, positioned herself, and rammed into Cheryl with a fevered thrust.

"MMUURGGHH!!"

The black haired woman fucked her rival rough and hard, slapping and pinching her all over.

"NNGH! UGH! MMAAUHH! MMAGH!"

"You better get used to this! Who knows how rough you'll have to take it? Heck, you may even get a master or mistress who's gentle compared to me."

"MAGH!"

Cheryl was raped until she and Darla both came at the same time.

"Oh shit," Darla gasped. "I haven't come that hard in a while! H'oo, that took a lot of energy!"

"mmmm..."

"I think we could both use a break now. You can rest for a couple of hours while I see to other stuff, then we'll get back to training. Don't go anywhere."

She retied her blonde captive's legs, kissed her on the cheek and left. Sore and tired, Cheryl curled up and went into a daze.


Part 3 (added: 09/09/2011)

It was a few hours later when Cheryl was shook awake by Darla. She was ungagged long enough to get some water, then went to the bathroom to pee and get another enema.

"And now for some special training!" Darla announced as she untied her rival's legs.

She tied Cheryl's hair into a ponytail and led her outside. They were at a cabin that had to be miles from civilization.

"What?" Darla said at the expression on Cheryl's face. "Did you think I'd keep you somewhere where someone could find you?"

"mmmm..."

The blonde was led to a group of items. The most prominent was a wheelchair.

"Today," her raven haired captor explained, "I'm going to teach you a little about ponyplay. I don't have any of the fancy equipment the pros use, but I managed to scrounge up something to make do with, like great aunt Harriet's old wheelchair, rest her soul."

She made Cheryl stand in front of the wheelchair, then made her step into some high-heeled shoes. She tied a short length of rope from one of the wheelchair's handlebars to the other to act as a safety harness. She tied a longer piece of rope to the harness and tied end of it to around Cheryl's waist pelvis to make a crotch rope that would cleave into the blonde's vagina. She applied nipple clamps with little bells on them. She got in the wheelchair and picked up a something next to it...a bullwhip!

"Great Granddad was a cattle rancher in the old west," Darla explained to her bewildered captive. "It may be old, but they made these things to last. And if it can handle cows, it should certainly handle a big uddered pony!"

CRACK!

"MMAAAAURRRGGHH!"

Cheryl gave her loudest scream yet as the whip went across her back, leaving a big red welt.

"And there's more where that came from if you're a bad pony. Now giddyup!"

With tear streaming down her face, the blonde started forward. The crotch rope dug into her, pressing and rubbing her clit. The shoes didn't help either. High heels just weren't made for this kind of thing. And Darla would bark orders and hit her with the whip.

"Faster! Lift those legs! Shake those big tits so I can hear those bells!"

They rode for over half an hour. By the time Darla was ready to stop Cheryl was covered in dirt, sweat and red stripes.

"Poor pony," Darla said mock-sympathetically. "Now you look like a zebra. For what it's worth, we won't have to do that again. I still don't get what people see in ponyplay. I'll let someone who's into it train you if they buy you. Consider this sample training!"

She, took off the clamps, undid the rope on Cheryl's poor, sore crotch and started to take off the shoes. But as she was taking the second shoe off, her blonde captive kicked her. It wasn't a hard kick, but it was enough to send the pallid girl to the ground. Cheryl ran as fast as she could, using all the energy she had left. She was able to make it into the woods near the cabin when Darla tackled her. The blonde was grabbed by the ponytail and dragged back to the cabin as she kicked and screamed through her gag.

"You're in for now, bitch," Darla gloated with an evil smile. "I was actually hoping you'd try something stupid like this to have an excuse to REALLY torture you!"

When they were back inside the first thing Darla did was get out some chloroform to knock out her struggling, screaming captive, and tie her in a new position.

When Cheryl regained consciousness she was tied to a pair of support beams in the basement in an X position. She moaned at the feel of her arms and legs spread and stretched almost like she was on rack.

"Good," a familiar, hated voice commented. "You're awake. Now your punishment can begin."

Darla swaggered over to her, holding a plastic bowl. She picked something out of it: a red plastic clothespin. She held it in front of Cheryl's face and opened in closed it. The helpless blonde could only whimper and shake as her raven haired rival-turned-captor squatted down and clipped the pin on a pussy lip.

"MAUGH!"

This was followed by a series of muffled shouts and yelps as more clothespins bit into her vaginal lips, inner thighs, nipples, breasts, triceps and even the loose skin of her stomach. And then Darla proceeded to push, pull and flick the pins to make her prisoner make even more noise.

"So pretty..." Darla awed. "All those different colored pins on your body as it glows, especially with that navel ring...beautiful..."

She even left to get a camera to take some pictures. When she was ready to remove the pins, she picked up a riding crop and flogger and started to hit the pins to make them come off. Cheryl's screams filled the air as the pins bit hardest just before letting go followed by the rush of blood running back into circulation. After most of the pins had been whipped off, Darla removed the last few by hand. Whenthe last pin was gone Cheryl lost control and pissed herself.

"Poor baby," Darla commented. "Don't worry, I won't punish you for that. This kind of thing happens. I'll clean you up later. But for now I'm going to leave you here for a while to think about what a bad girl you've been, kicking me and trying to escape."

She gave Cheryl a peck on the cheek before leaving, turning off the light as she did and leaving her captive in the dark. Cheryl hung limply in her bonds as sweat, tears and drool ran down her face to dribble down her chest and body. Exhausted and numb, she let her mind go blank.

For the next few days they fell into a routine that consisted of meals, bathroom breaks & enemas, sponge baths, numerous bondage and sexual positions, sex toys, bondage & fetish videos to educate Cheryl of the possibilities of her fate, and orgasms caused by dildos, vibrators, fingers and tongues. Cheryl did as she was told, terrified of what Darla would do to her if she was punished again. The pale woman pinched and smacked her all over enough as it was and used the riding crop or flogger when she got the chance. The blonde also found herself enjoying the orgasms too much, which made her captor think she enjoyed her situation...though she couldn't deny that she liked the pleasure they bought her, taking her mind off the terror, pain and humiliation she was made to endure (though the strap-on sex could've been better).

"Okay, skank," Darla announced one morning. "I'm going to have to go to out to buy some supplies. I swear, having a prisoner is like having a pet! I was thinking of kidnapping other bitches who stood between me and the spotlight, but I think I'll be satisfied finally ridding myself of you. And good news, I've finally been able to track down some slavers. I'm going to contact them when I get back."

With Cheryl's wrists, elbows, ankles and knees tightly bound, a blindfold over her eyes and plugs in her ears, she was left in the basement. Darla kissed her on the forehead and left.

Cheryl squirmed on the floor like a well-endowed worm. If she was going to attempt escape again now was the time. She wriggled around until she felt a support beam. With some effort and the ropes biting into her skin, she turns and started to rub the ropes on her wrists against the beam. It took some work, but she started to feel them loosen. She rubbed harder until the rope on one wrist broke. From there she was able to get some slack to get out of the elbow-ropes, get rid of the ropes on her legs and poor, abused boobies, and remove the gag, blindfold, earplugs and that damn collar. She ran to the door, only to find it locked from the outside. She'd have to wait. She passed the time by doing some stretching exercises, rubbing the rope marks off her body as much as she could and planning her revenge. She heard footsteps from behind the door. She picked up some rope and hid somewhere out of view. The door opened and Darla talked as she came down the stairs.

"Good news, slut! I got a package filled with all kinds of goodies for your training! I've been expecting some of them for a day or two, but the company shipped them all at once. And I've just contacted the slavers. I should get a reply soon and then—URG!"

Cheryl came at her tormentor from behind and wrapped two coils of rope around her neck. Her dark haired rival flawed and struggled, but she tightened the rope more. She loosened them when it sounded like Darla was about to choke to death and her struggles weakened, but held fast enough to for her to lose consciousness. Cheryl let go and her pale arch nemesis fell to the floor. She smiled victoriously.

"Alright, vampire. You're about to find out that payback is a total bitch. And her name is Cheryl Blake."


Part 4 (added: 09/25/2011)

Cheryl wasted no time in binding, gagging and collaring her pallid rival. She carried her upstairs. She spotted a big package on the table. She put her unconscious captive down and opened it. Inside were strange implements she recognized from the videos Darla had made her watch: an armbinder, a ring gag, penis gag, dildo gag, suction tubes, a bladed pinwheel, a padded blindfold and an electric prod. She smiled at the delicious irony and justice of using them on the woman who'd bought them. She quickly untied Darla's arms to apply the binder and gagged her using the pecker gag. The rest could be used later.

She heard a tone and went to Darla's computer. There was a new email. It was the slavers, saying they were interested and asking about the slave and a time & date to meet. Cheryl smiled as she typed a reply and sent it.

A moan signaled that her form captor was stirring. Cheryl quickly got a camera as Darla came do. The wide eyed look of terror on her pale face and the muffled scream was priceless!

"How does it feel, vamp-bitch?" Cheryl jeered. "You're about to find out what a bitch karma can be. And me. And by the way, I just replied to the slavers. How does next week at midnight sound for your selling?"

"NOUUUAAAUUUGGHHH!!"

"Sounded good to me too. I just need some pictures of you to send them."

She snapped some pictures of her struggling, screaming captive, with some close ups of her boobs, ass, pussy and tear streaked face.

Cheryl looked her raven haired captive over. "Ya know...something seems to be missing. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I think we could do something to make you look better. Maybe some ribbons or hair clips or—"

It hit her. She smiled and got the blindfold. The last thing Darla saw was her longtime rival's gloating smile. Cheryl tied her extra tightly to a chair. While Darla squirmed and moaned, she got some things. Darla didn't know what was happening until she felt the needle went through her nipple.

"MMAAAAAUUUGGGHHHH!!!"

When her other bud was pierced she screamed not quite as loud and pissed herself.

"Ew," Cheryl frowned. "I was doing that to help ya know. I thought about how nice some rings would look in your nips. It certainly makes them easier to see now. And I was returning the favor for this nice naval piercing. It hurt, but I really like the rings and pendants hanging from my belly button."

She put a ring in each nipple. Darla stopped sobbing long enough to mumble something.

"That better have been a thank you."

After she cleaned up the mess, she went outside to work on her tan. It felt great to feel the sun on her skin after so long and reclaim the bronze luster of her skin she was so proud of. When she went back in she found Darla as she left her. She was slumped in the chair, exhausted from struggling and shouting with a rubber dick filling her mouth. If it weren't for the quiet moans Cheryl would've thought she was asleep. Cheryl decided it was time for an early supper. She switched from the penis gag to the ring gag while her captive was still groggy. Darla resumed struggling weakly, though without her mouth filled she was more noisy. Cheryl ignored her as she fixed some soup. When it was ready she put some in a bowl, held Darla by her hair and poured a little in her mouth at a time until the bowl was empty. She fixed herself something and left Darla who was covered in drool and soup that had missed her mouth or had overflowed.

After she washed the dishes, she announced that it was bath time. She changed gags and clipped nipple clamps onto Darla's rings and gave a little tug. Darla tensed up and stayed still with a muffled growl. Cheryl gave the clamps' chain a couple of more tugs, but Darla still resisted.

"Oh, so you still have a little fight in you! Thought you might. That's okay. It gives me a chance to use this."

She got the prod, pointed the tip at a boob, and pressed the button.

"MMRRRAAUGHH!"

Darla leapt forward. Cheryl held the chain tightly to zap her on the stomach and inner thigh as her captive screamed and thrashed.

"Now will you be a good girl?" she asked threateningly as she pulled the chain.

Darla nodded with a moan.

They went to the bathroom. Darla was given an enema, made to crap, and given a sponge bath.

"How's this for a change of perspective?" the blonde gloated.

Cheryl wrapped the chain of the nipple clamps around the towel rack and took a shower. When she'd dried off she guided her prisoner to a bedroom. She made Darla lie face down on the bed. She got a spreader bar and applied it to Darla's ankles, then tied it to the end of the bed. She got some rope and tied two lengths to each side of the headboard. Cheryl straddled her pale rival to carefully take the armbinder off. Naturally, Darla started to grab at her, but being blindfolded thwarted her. Cheryl tied one wrist and then the other. She stepped back to admire the sight of Darla spread eagle and struggling weakly and grunting. She went to the hamper and got some dirty panties and a roll of tape. She pulled out the penis gag.

"YOU BI-MMPH!"

Cheryl stuffed the panties in Darla's mouth and quickly covered it with tape.

"Don't want you getting drool all over the place, do we?" she joked. "And now for something to help put you to sleep so I won't have to keep checking on you."

She looked through Darla's dildo collection. She'd become very familiar with some of them, but found that hadn't been used on her. It was the biggest of the bunch, at least eighteen inches long and two inches thick. She also got a vibrator and butt plug. Darla tensed up when she felt Cheryl sit in the bed. She felt the tip of the plug in her anus and clenched her ass.

"Ah, come on," Cheryl chided her ex-captor. "You've had other things in here. And you called me a slut and skank."

She gave Darla some good hard whacks to buttocks, but the pale girl continued to resist until the plug was firmly pushed in.

"That wasn't so hard," Cheryl commented. "Now to really get started."

She put the vibrator under Darla, the round head at her clit. With smile, she turned it on. Darla gasped and shivered as the buzzing toy started to work its magic on her.

"That's it," Cheryl leered at her. "Do you recognize your favorite vibey?"

"Mmmmm!"

"You're welcome!"

Darla tried to pulled her pelvis away, but Cheryl put a hand on each ass cheek and pushed her onto it.

"Oh no! You're going to get on there and like it!"

She gave her pale captive some more whacks to ass and Darla stayed in place, shaking and moaning. When she was wet enough Cheryl put the dildo in her.

"MMURGH!"

Cheryl worked the dildo in and out of Darla's pussy with one hand while spanking her with the other. Darla squirmed and groaned loudly through the tape over her mouth at the barrage of sensations she experienced until she finally climaxed, gasp and grunting as she flopped in her bounds.

"Oh no!" Cheryl told her. "We're not done! I want a nice big earth shattering orgasm that'll leave you completely spent and limp as a ragdoll!"

She turned the vibrator on high and used both hands to fuck Darla fast and hard with the dildo. Darla thrashed and tugged on the ropes holding her, even making the bed shake.

"MUGPH-MMUUUFFFHH—MMAAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!"

"Yeah!" Cheryl cheered as her longtime rival spasmed. "That's what I'm talking about!"

Darla went limp in her bonds, breathing heavily through her nose.

"Tell me that wasn't the best orgasm you've ever had, bitch," Cheryl gloated as she turned the vibe off. "We'll leave that monster in you for now. But I'm taking this with me and use it as I plan on what to do with you."

She gave Darla one last swat to rear before leaving. She turned off the light and left the room. Just before she closed the door, she listened to make certain her rival turned prisoner was still. All she heard was a quiet whimper, then silence. She closed and locked the door with a triumphant smile.


Part 5 (added: 10/25/2011)

The next morning Cheryl checked on her pallid prisoner. Darla was perfectly still, the only sound coming from her was her breathing. But when Cheryl checked on her later she was pulling on her bonds and grunting through her gag.

"Good morning!" Cheryl chirped as she gave Darla a smack on the rear and pulled out the dildo out.

"MMRRGHH..."

"Are you still grumpy? Would it help if we played a little game?"

Her captive groaned and shook her head.

"That's the spirit!"

Cheryl found some candles, lit them, and gave them a few minutes to melt. She picked a red one and tipped it. Darla yelled and jumped in her bonds as the hot wax dripped onto her back. She continued to as Cheryl dripped more wax all over her back, ass, thighs, legs and the soles of her feet using red, blue, and orange candles.

"Look at you!" Cheryl said after she was done. "With that white skin and black hair to go with that wax, you're a work of art!"

"Mmmm..."

Cheryl even got out a camera to take pictures of her bound rival. She waited a while for the wax to cool, then got the flogger.

"And now to get that wax off," she announced just before she swung her arm.

"MRRAAAUUGHH!"

The bed shook as Darla leapt in her bonds with all her might as the wax was flogged off of her. When it was done her pale skin was now a bright red.

"Hmm...I'll have to keep the floggings down to a minimum," Cheryl commented. "I don't want your skin to lose its ivory luster. That'll be your main selling point."

"Mmm..."

"Now, I think it's time I let you eat. But you'll stay still as I unbind you and put you back in the armbinder or else. Oh, and this blindfold's staying on until your selling."

Darla just whimpered in response and put up no resistance as her arms were once again forced into the leather sheath and was led out of the room with tug of a leash.

The week went by quickly. There were meals, sponge baths, enemas, pee breaks, and lots of orgasms and strap-on sex, as well "games" and torture sessions. The entire time Darla was blindfolded and her arms were often stuffed in the binder unless Cheryl needed to tie her in a different position. She became increasingly docile as the days passed. Cheryl even considered keeping her, but the thought of getting rid of her hated rival was just too good to pass up.

On the night of the sale, Cheryl packed up the gear and toys. She wouldn't be needing them anymore.

She'd thought about becoming a part time kidnapper and slaver, but it would be too much work and ridding herself of Darla would be more than good enough. She removed the blindfold so Darla could see her smirk and to see the sorrow and fear in her eyes. Indeed, the other girl looked at her in sad defeat.

"Poor baby," Cheryl said in mock sympathy. "Don't be sad. It's almost time to go. We should enjoy what time we have together."

She got out a phallic vibrator, turned it on low, and inserted it into her raven haired rival. She let it work its magic on Darla for a while, enjoying the look on her pale face as she tried to fight, then gave into, the sensation in her puss. She turned it on high and Darla went got a lot louder and became more active.

As she started to climax-

"MMMMM-MMMUUUGH!-MM-MMPH-MUGH-"

Click

Cheryl turned the vibe off. Darla gave a muffled shout and looked at her pleadingly.

"You've came enough lately," Cheryl said gloatingly. "And I read that denial is a great way to break a bitch. Depending on how they work, the slavers will leave you on the edge, but never let you come. That way, you could be sold the ugliest, cruelest person you've ever seen and you'd still do whatever he said or endure whatever torment for some pleasure."

Tears ran down Darla's pale face as she hung her head and wept quietly. Meanwhile, Cheryl got come clothes to wear for the occasion. She managed to find a hooded coat, some sunglasses and gloves, and a breathing mask like people wore for painting or to keep from getting sick. She'd look strange, but she wanted to be completely disguised. Not only did she not want anyone to see her face, but she didn't want to run the risk of the slavers seeing how good she looked and considering taking her too. She got dressed and put on her disguise.

"What so you think?" she asked Darla. "Not bad huh? I'm even going to throw my voice."

Darla just whimpered.

"Let me take that out of your mouth."

She took the gag out.

"Any last words?"

Darla just hung her head.

"What? You're not going to beg?"

"No. If the situation was reversed like it was originally supposed to be, I'd listen to you beg in one last effort to save yourself, then laugh, slap you, and gloat as I regagged you. So there's no point..."

"Kill joy," Cheryl said in disappointment as she put the gag back in.

When it was time she led her captive to the garage, put her in the trunk, the bag of bondage supplies in the backseat, and rode to the big city that was a good drive from where they were.

She arrived at the meeting place in the rundown neighborhood shortly before the large van appeared. Out of it came an Arabian with a gray beard, a large black man, an Oriental and a Hispanic. It was like the regions involved with white slavery had each sent a representative. The Arab, apparently the leader, spoke.

"Good evening," he said in a surprisingly causal, friendly tone. "I believe you have something to give us?"

"Yeah," Cheryl replied, throwing her voice to make it as deep as she could.

"You really have to dress like that?" the black man commented. "This isn't a black and white spy movie."

"Please," the Arab said understandingly. "This is clearly the first time he's ever done this kind of thing and he's trying to protect his identity as much as possible. You should've seen how I dressed when I first started acquiring and selling slaves."

Cheryl got Darla out of the trunk and the bag out of the backseat. She tossed the bag toward the slavers.

"Consider this a bonus."

The Hispanic got the bag, looked in and gave an impressed whistle before showing the others.

"Not bad," the Arab said with a smile. "Are you sure you don't want to keep these?"

"Nah. Pretty sure this will be the only time I do this. I just want this pain out of my ass." She pushed

Darla forward. "Move it, bitch."

Darla hesitated before hopping toward the slavers, who got a show watching her boobs and ass jiggle some as she did.

"A fine catch," the Arab complimented Cheryl. "Such fine ivory skin will be a fine selling point."

Darla mumbled something.

"She's trying to say something," the Asian stated.

"Ooh!" the Hispanic said in excitement. "I love when they try to talk their way out of it!"

Cheryl felt an uneasy feeling as he removed Darla's gag.

"Listen," the pale beauty told them. "Underneath that coat and sunglasses is one the hottest sluts you've ever seen! She has golden hair, blue eye, good tan, a great ass and a huge set of tits! You'll get away more for her than you will me! Take her instead! You can even keep the money! Just please, let me-MMPGH!"

The slavers burst into laughter as they regagged her. She struggled and shouted with renewed energy, falling to the dirty street and flopping around like a fish.

"That's new!" the Hispanic laughed. "Never heard THAT before!"

"At least she was creative," the black man said. "That was a lot different than the usual crap they say."

Cheryl relaxed. Behind the mask she smirked at Darla as her rival gave a muffled wail. Even to the very end, their rivalry played a part.

The Asian picked up the screaming Darla and put her in the van.

"Now," the Arab said as he wiped a tear away, "the matter of your fee."

A large suitcase was bought out. Cheryl and the Asian slowly approached each other. He stopped a step from her and held the briefcase out at arm's length. She reached out and took it by handle and he let go. But before she could put her arm down, he grabbed it. She swung at him as a reflex, but her caught other arm too. She screamed as he wrapped his arms around her and his comrades joined them. The sunglasses and mask were removed and the hood pulled down.

"Whattaya know," the Hispanic commented. "Snow White was right!"

"Oh god, please!" Cheryl yelled, no longer throwing her voice. "You have what you came for! You don't have to do this!"

"Ah, but we do this all the time," the Arab told her. "We've kidnapped many a kidnapper. Doubles our profits and saves on expenses. And yes, that includes men. Though if they are unattractive, they're killed. So be grateful you'll go for a lot."

"NO PLEA-MMAARGH!"

A ball bag was stuffed into her mouth and secured and handcuffs bit into her wrists. Her clothes were torn from her body and she was once again in the nude.

"Hot damn!" the black man cheered. "We found hit the jackpot tonight!"

"MAAAUUUGH!!"

She was put in the back of the van. Both women looked up at the slavers pleadingly, mumbling through their gags in a desperate, vain attempt to beg for their freedom.

The Arab stroked his beard as he watched them struggle "Hmm...they look so good side by side. I believe I will sell them together. A two for one special!"

"NNUUUGHHH!!" they both wailed.

"Sounds like they don't like each other," the Hispanic commented.

"What they like or don't like no longer matters," the Arab said with a snort. He glowered at his catch. "It's going to be a long drive. And you will help us pass the time in a most wonderful way."

"Ooh!" the black man held up a hand. "Can I go first!"

"Since you asked so soon. But do not let them come. That goes for the rest of you. You may use any hole you want and come in or on them, but they will not be allowed to reach climax themselves. Anyone who lets them will be punished himself."

"Yes sir!" his three henchmen replied with a salute.

While the other three got in , the black man tossed off his pants as he leapt in the back. The two women stiffened and gasped at the sight of his giant cock. As the van started off, he roughly played with a tit in each hand to make his victims groan and shudder. When he was good and hard he pulled Cheryl toward him and entered her with a fevered thrust and a muffled scream.

Each of the men would get a turn with their bound beauties. Their sperm would fill and cover them, but neither woman was allowed to come, though they came close. And despite their pain and terror, the feel of having real, flesh and muscle penises in them after so long would start to affect them like it would any woman. Especially since the men knew exactly what to do with the female body.

The men stopped for something to eat and got dressed, telling their captives they'd bring them something.

Exhausted and covered with sweat, drool, tears and semen, Cheryl and Darla looked at each other, each silently blaming the other for their predicament before nodding off to get some precious rest.

In the weeks to come their long and bitter rivalry wouldn't matter. Nothing would matter except getting as much pleasure as possible and avoiding punishment as they were prepared for sale, which would earn the slavers quite a lot.

Their friends used to warn them that their feud would be the end of them. And they were right.