Cruising the Band – Debbie Resists?

Although, this is a stan alone story, it is the third chapter in the series. In this chapter Debbie is determined to stop the pursuit of a lesbian domme to add her to her harem of subs, and we find out if she is successful.

Day Three, Debbie:

Debbie stood outside cabin number 612, repeating the mantra in her head, “Keep control, and remember who you are.”

She had repeated it on the walk to Susan’s cabin and for several minutes before; after deciding to confront her about the way Susan had talked to her and how she was treating Lisa and Stephanie.

Susan and Lisa were sorority sisters who had, somehow, taken a liking to Debbie after seeing her and her siblings performing in the piano bar on the first night of the cruise. Susan was a tall, shapely Black woman with amazing breasts and model-like curves. She had the most beautiful straight, shimmering long hair that reached her ass, adding to her striking beauty.

Lisa was a slender, medium-sized blonde, with hair to her mid-back, who was also very pretty. They both became what Debbie called aggressive groupies, who had taken things way too far.

Just about two hours earlier, Debbie had learned that they had also set their sights on Lila McCann’s violinist, Stephanie. She was a straight, married mother of two, and it seemed to Debbie, that they had some kind of hold over her, and she had become a part of Susan’s posse, she called ‘her girls.’

Debbie had several uncomfortable moments with Susan and Lisa, but it really became over the top when Stephanie came into the picture. The connection with Lila McCann and Chely Wright could be invaluable to their careers, so she dared not cause any problems with those relationships.

In hindsight, Susan used Stephanie as leverage to try to lure Debbie into joining her little posse of girls. That morning, she used the shock value of having Stephanie take the lead role in trying to seduce Debbie into her lesbian menagerie. She was Lila McCann’s band member and Debbie did not want to offend her, so she sat there dumbfounded, as Stephanie gave her a foot massage. As if that weren’t enough, at Susan’s prompting, Stephanie sucked and licked Debbie’s toes, while on the deck of a loaded cruise ship.

It threw off Debbie’s sensibilities and allowed Susan to win a mental battle between them. Susan’s arrogance was so outrageous, Debbie was too stunned to properly respond to her absurd rantings that Debbie would be trained to become one of her girls, and if she obeyed Susan, it would bring her unimaginable pleasure.

To prove her wrong, Debbie called her bluff on a dare– if she could share a kiss with Susan and walk away, Susan would stop pursuing her. It all happened so fast and was such a shock to Debbie’s sensibility, she had allowed Susan to get the better of herself.

She was timid and confused, while Susan told her she was to come to her cabin, in precisely one hour to begin her ‘training’. Susan took it even further, ordering her not to masturbate before arriving, and for the rest of the cruise, she would tell her when she could come! Every sentence that spewed from Susan’s mouth came with a God-like tone, and each was increasingly delusional.

Though Debbie walked away, her mind had almost started to believe it. Debbie struggled to understand what ‘unimaginable pleasure’ Susan could have had delivered to have caused Lisa and Stephanie to agree to feed her delusions of grandeur.

When Debbie had returned to her own cabin, there were a few hours until rehearsals and she could not deal with running into the sorority sluts again. So, she crawled back under the covers and the mind games threatened to take hold. She had to admit Susan’s kiss was shockingly good. And the memory of Stephanie gazing at her, as she licked Debbie’s toes so ravenously did excite her. She still couldn’t believe she had sat there and let it happen. Debbie chalked it up to being between boyfriends and missing the regular foot rubs her ex gave her.

As she lay there, she initially felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate, but realized it was just the effect of Susan’s mind games. Debbie had to give her credit, Saying such outlandish things with confidence, can plant powerful seeds in the mind of others. It plays out everyday life on social media with conspiracy theories and political extremism everywhere.

The ‘foot treatment,’ the kiss, after the excitement of their first show, and the late night that followed, had her mind flashing thoughts and images that she battled while lying on her bed. She would fend off the disturbing thoughts only to have them return a few minutes later. The perverted thoughts had her embarrassingly aroused and she could feel the wet spot in her bikini had returned.

When Susan saw her wet spot, it was like fuel to the fire. It was proof positive that she had affected Debbie. After that humiliation, Debbie cowered, appearing to Susan to have acquiesced, when, in fact, she ultimately walked away, albeit, with her proverbial tail between her legs.

She was thankful there was no one else to see this second bikini embarrassment. Alone in her cabin, she threw back the covers, took off her bikini and laid it next to her on the bed. She lay there, naked, as the cool air hit her exposed leaking labia– it was like an awakening. It seemed to cool her down both physically and emotionally. The fog lifted and rational thought returned. The room air conditioning was uncomfortably cool, and she forced herself to stay exposed. The mental hold that she let Susan have over her evaporated like the dew on her lily was doing, once exposed to the light of day.

She looked at her phone and saw that Susan’s deadline had already passed, bringing a sense of relief, and feeling of normalcy. Fatigue was catching up to her, and each time the inappropriate thoughts returned, she repeated her mantra, “Keep control and remember who you are.” Feeling more relaxed, she crawled under the covers and dozed off.

The next thing she knew, she was back on top of the covers, knees bent and spread. Her eyes opened and there lay Susan, smiling up at her, head between Debbie’s thighs.

“Such a good girl,” she said, with her breath warming Debbie’s oozing pussy.

Then as those full soft lips pressed gently into Debbie’s steaming womanhood, her body jerked, as she woke up from what she quickly realized was a very real-feeling dream. She was, in fact, still under the covers and alone, but steaming with moist heat.

She looked at her phone and saw it was only 1:40pm, just about ninety minutes past Susan’s deadline. She had been dreaming so vividly that she caught herself looking around to be sure Susan wasn’t really there. Then she let her hand roam between her legs. Her pussy was warm, wet, and aching for attention.

Debbie pressed two fingers between her enflamed labia and rolled them in small circles against her stiffening button. She moaned loudly as her pussy begged for relief, but as she recalled the arrogance of Susan forbidding her from masturbating, she stopped. Susan’s assumption that Debbie would even feel the need to pleasure herself was offensive.

She told herself, out loud, “Keep control and remember who you are, Debbie. You can’t do this again. It’s all part of her silly mind game. Get dressed, find the others and enjoy the damn cruise. She checked herself in the mirror, washed her lady parts, put her bikini back on, and went to find them.

She walked with confidence, sporting her new sunglasses and hat, carrying her beach bag. She smiled when she noticed some ladies staring at her, noticing her swagger. When she reached their spot on deck, no one was there. She looked at the phone and again, no signal. So, she spread out a towel and lay face down on the lounge, keeping an eye out for anyone from the band.

She realized she was on the same chair she had used earlier, and the image of Stephanie smiling up at her as she moved to suck Debbie’s toes came to her mind, starting the barrage of thoughts and images. She still couldn’t believe that Susan had coerced Stephanie to do that. She was straight and married and didn’t deserve to be treated like that. As her anger stirred, Debbie recalled Susan’s arrogance and the timid way she, herself, had behaved in response.

She thought to herself that the only way she could get peace of mind again was to confront her and call her out for her unacceptable behavior. She tossed the towel into her bag and headed to room 612, repeating, “Keep control and remember who you are,” as she marched.

When she reached the door, she continued her chant, tapped the door lightly and stopped, wondering if she should continue. She took several deep breaths, collected herself and chanted, “Keep control and remember who you are,” before she knocked three times firmly.

“Come in, Debbie, the door’s open. You’re late,” yelled Susan, with her calm arrogant tone.

Debbie froze. How could she have known it was her.

“Come in, honey, don’t be shy, we both know what you’re here for.”

That was the last straw, Debbie whipped the door open ready to unload, when her jaw dropped in disbelief. Sitting on the edge of the bed was Susan, fully nude, legs spread and unashamed. Kneeling on all fours in front of her was Stephanie, also nude, with her round full ass pointing toward Debbie.

Stephanie had her right hand back between her legs rubbing herself off. She stopped rubbing when the door opened but did not look back at Debbie.

“It’s okay, Stephie, it’s just Debbie. Keep going.”

“Thank you, Madame Susan,” moaned Stephanie, as she continued.

“You might want to step in and close the door, unless you want Stephie to put on a show for the other passengers. And your mouth’s a little wide,” giggled Susan, as her eyes scoped out Debbie from head to toe.

“Have a seat and I’ll tend to you in a minute.” Her head bobbed toward a small, cushioned chair to Debbie’s left.

“I, ah, won’t be staying, Susie!” said Debbie, firmly, after a stuttered start, but she did close the door.

She called her Susie to jab back at her for referring to Stephanie as Stephie. Her eyes darted from Susan’s face to Stephanie’s pussy, undulating from her rolling fingers, then to Susan’s spread pussy. She struggled for a place to look so she could continue her train of thought. She settled on looking past them, through the sliding door, focusing on the outside.

“I just came to make it clear; I am not interested in being one of your ‘girls’,” with her fingers signifying air quotes for the last word.

Before she could continue, Stephanie chimed in with a blissful moan, “Oh yes, please let me suck your cunt, Madam Susan. I promise to be good.”

Debbie’s jaw dropped yet again, unsure what she heard. She was looking at Lila McCann’s married violinist begging Susan, as if nothing else in her life mattered. She didn’t care that Debbie was watching her soaked pussy lips dance with her fingers, while her naked asshole stared back at Debbie.

She was a beautiful, vibrant, talented, career woman, yet she begged to suck Susan’s C-word.

Debbie had not even seen a woman naked in front of her since high school gym class. And never on display as they both were. She found her thoughts focused on Stephanie’s perfectly rounded little ass and quickly raised her eyes, only to see Susan’s firm, curvy body, proudly on exhibition.

Her breasts were large, round and surprisingly perky for their size. Her dark areolae were huge and nipples like thimbles. Her stomach was mostly flat, with a hint of abs peeking through. Below that was a neatly trimmed muff in the shape of a large triangle about a quarter-inch high.

Her skin was smooth, radiant and cocoa brown. But her triangle was pure black, pointing at the stunning sight below. Her mons was light black and raised, and her labia and clitoral hood were darker, with a glistening pink slit between them.

“I love the taste of your beautiful black cunt, Madam Susan. Can I please come and show you how much I want to service you?”

“You like showing off for Debbie, like a good little whore, don’t you, Stephanie?”

“Yes, please let me come, Madam Susan. I want to be your good little White whore.”

Stephanie’s fingers moved more feverishly, and her moans intensified.

“Not yet, Stephie. Who decides when you come?”

“You do, Madam Susan,” she said, disappointedly and her fingers slowed.

“Do you want to service Debbie’s virgin cunt and show her what a good little whore can do?”

Her fingers stopped and her body spasmed, before she answered, “Oh yes, please, I want to taste her tight little cunt.”

In the back of Debbie’s mind, she recalled the statements Susan had made to her that morning, and her dialogue with Stephanie seemed to be a deliberate means of reinforcing the unbelievable rules she had laid out earlier. Susan’s words replayed in her head. “For the rest of the cruise, I will tell you when you may come and who you may come with.” Stephanie was apparently all in.

“Please let me show her how much I need your pussy, Madam Susan.”

“You okay, Debbie? You should sit down before…”

Debbie’s legs felt like Jell-O, and her ass dropped into the chair, as her eyes had to find the outdoors to focus, or she would surely pass out. Her labia seemed to be pulsing with each heartbeat, as for the first time, she experienced the sensation that addicts sometimes use to describe their withdrawal symptoms. It felt like bugs were crawling inside her.

“Are you ready for your training, Debbie?” asked Susan, in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.

“No, I’m not here to train to be your ‘girl’.” She mimed air quotes again. “I came to tell you to stop, Susan. And to stop you from treating Stephanie that way,” replied Debbie, half panting.

Susan laughed, “Oh, Stephie, the poor thing can’t even look at us. She is in such denial. Tell me, Stephie, do you want me to treat you differently?”

“No, please, Madam Susan, I love being your whore. Please let me come and show you how much.”

“Not yet, but did I tell you to stop masturbating?”

“I don’t think I can, or I will come. I need it so badly.”

“But Debbie’s not even watching you. Don’t you want that?”

“Oh, please, Debbie, I need to come,” begged Stephanie.

“I don’t know what dirt you have on her, but you need to stop this now, Susan.” Debbie’s eyes found Stephanie’s engorged pussy, and she swallowed hard. She noticed it was completely shaved.

“She’s a stubborn little slut, isn’t she, Stephie?”

The back of her head, with purple-tipped hair, nodded in response.

“She’s watching your pussy now, Stephie. Tell her honestly, would you rather me spank your pussy ’til you come like a whore, or fuck your husband, Stephie?”

“Please spank my pussy ’til I come, Madam Susan, I need it,” begged Stephanie, as her fingers moved slowly.

Debbie lost her words and looked at Susan. She smiled confidently and slowly licked her lips. After a few seconds, Debbie realized she was staring at Susan, almost drooling over her lips and quickly diverted her eyes back down between Susan’s legs.

“Debbie, honey, you’ve denied it long enough, but it’s obvious why you came here. You were stubborn enough to come late and challenge my authority. But you knocked three times like I commanded; you wore my favorite bikini with the heart-covered ass as instructed. Thank you. That yummy wet spot’s the size of Rhode Island by the way.” Susan was staring at Debbie’s crotch.

“You even made Stephanie beg for your oozing cunt, Debbie. And now your eyes are laser-fucking me, as you drool like a little bitch dog. Stephie, tell her how good it tastes, please. Stephie was a little reluctant at first, too, Dee.”

Debbie wanted to admonish her for calling her that. Only her family and close friends called her Dee.

“It tastes like sweet nectar, and she’s so warm and soft. Please give me another taste, Madam Susan.”

Debbie swallowed hard, wondering what it would be like to let her tongue slip into the delicate pink gap between Susan’s dark, thick labia, while she breathed in her own scent from her soaked bikini; her pussy ached and pulsed, screaming for attention.

“How many times have you come since last night, Stephie?”

“Five, Madam Susan, but I need it again.”

“You’re a nasty little whore, aren’t you, Stephie?”

“Yes! Please let me come for you, Madam Susan,” Stephanie pleaded.

“On one condition, Stephie.”

“Anything you want, Madam Susan.”

“You are such a good girl, thank you, Stephie. I need Dee to come over here and give me her wet panties and tell me she’s ready to start her training.”

“Please, Miss Debbie, I need to come. I’ll do anything you want– with Madam Susan’s permission. You won’t ever regret it, please join me.”

“Make room for her, Stephie. Come, sweet Debbie, if you are a good girl, you will get to taste it.” Susan held out a hand.

Debbie felt like she was in some kind of dream state. Her eyes were locked on her dark, spread womanhood; her mouth watered, as she found herself standing and walking mindlessly toward her. Susan reached her hand out without looking away. As Debbie got closer, her eyes moved to Susan’s breasts marveling at the size and near perfect shape. The right one was slightly smaller than the left.

“Isn’t this much better than defiance, Debbie? Such a good girl.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Debbie in fog, as she stepped in front of Stephanie, who moaned, and continued to touch herself.

Susan pulled Debbie to her and released Debbie’s hand so she could embrace her ass and finally feel it through the ruffled bikini bottom.

“Patience, Stephie, your reward is coming soon. You’re looking at the blue heart on that pretty ass, aren’t you? I want to see it, too,” she sighed, while her hands gripped Debbie’s buns and pulled her closer to kiss her tummy.

“Yes, Madam Susan. Can I please come now?”

“I’ll tell you when, but stay ready, it won’t be long.”

Debbie sighed and whimpered as Susan’s warm lips touched her skin. Her hand slid behind Susan’s head and stroked her soft, oily hair, encouraging Susan’s kisses. Next, Susan’s fingers slipped beneath Debbie’s bottoms and rubbed her ass directly.

“Do you like this as much as I do, Debbie?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’m glad. May I call you Dee?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Debbie trembled, as she complied.

“You are very polite, thank you, but what do you think you should be calling me?

“Miss Sus– I mean Madam Susan?”

“Very good. Respect earns respect. Now, why are you here?”

“To start my training, please, Madam Susan,” she said softly, looking down at her beautiful face.

Susan smiled and brought a finger to her bottom lip as she puckered. Debbie bent down to comply with a kiss. And her body was consumed by a warm, tingling rush.

Susan kissed her with a sensual penetrating tongue, feeling Debbie’s passion grow, she broke the kiss. “You’ve made me very happy, Dee. Now turn, so I can see that ass.”

Her hand gripped Debbie’s hips and spun her around. While Susan’s fingers caressed Debbie’s cheeks, Debbie looked at Stephanie, as she puffed through gritted teeth, trying not to come, but imagining pulling down the bathing suit and tasting her new fellow whore. Debbie looked at her sympathetically, as the ache in Debbie’s pussy was nearly unbearable.

“Oh yes, so nice,” sighed Susan, as her fingers traced around the frilled waist of the bikini, then down the rucked ass crack to her thighs. “I’ve waited too long for this, Debbie,” she said, nibbling the exposed part of her cheek.

“Are you going to give me these wet panties, Debbie?” Her hand slipped slowly between Debbie’s legs, feeling just how wet they were.

“Yes, Madam Susan,” she squeaked.

“Good girl.”

Debbie sensed the excitement in Susan’s voice, and her own pleasure rose. Then Susan rubbed a little more firmly and Debbie’s moans echoed through the cabin.

“Please, Madam Susan,” begged Stephanie.

“Not yet, Stephie,” she said sternly.

“When I tell you to, Debbie, I want you to bend down and push your panties down slowly to your ankles, so I can watch the pretty blue heart slide off your plump, little ass.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie.

Debbie slid her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini at her hips and waited.

Susan continued to rub her through the bikini. “You should feel how wet her panties are, Stephie,” said Susan, before kissing Debbie’s right ass cheek.

“First, tell me why you were late, Debbie,” asked Susan, to Debbie’s dismay. She stopped rubbing but held contact with her pussy.

Debbie was willing and ready for ‘the bliss of compliance’. She knew Susan’s question would only lead to the ‘pain of defiance’.

“I’m sorry, Madam Susan,” she pleaded. “I was afraid. Please forgive me.” Debbie rocked her hips trying to relieve her aching pussy.

“You do seem quite eager now. So, tell us what you’ve been doing since you ran off this morning,” Susan said, beginning to rub again. “Be truthful and this will continue.”

Debbie gasped, “Oh God,”

“Dee? Do you wanna come in your panties?”

Stephanie whimpered as Debbie, whined, “Please, Madam Susan.”

“Who decides when you come for the rest of the trip, Debbie?” asked Susan, in a loud, urgent voice.

“You do, Madam Susan.”

Debbie and Stephanie looked at each other sympathetically, but both ragingly aroused by Susan’s control.

“I’m very pleased with your attitude adjustment, Dee. Now fill us in, and we can continue.”

Susan slowly and rhythmically rubbed her, as Debbie told them everything, including about her wet, bikini, the conflicting thoughts, the dream, touching herself and nearly giving in to masturbating against her orders. As she spoke, Susan gently kissed her lower back and ass through the bikini, and whispered, “Good girl,” before each kiss.

When she finished, Susan was satisfied and began to push her deeper into submission. “When you give me your panties, you are giving yourself to me for the rest of the trip, just as Stephanie has.”

Stephanie smiled at her and nodded.

“I understand, Madam Susan.”

“And you understand, there will be consequences for your earlier disobedience?”

“Yes, Madam Susan. Ah!” Debbie gasped, fearing she would come.

“I was right, wasn’t I, Dee? You need this.”

“Oh, yes please, Madam Susan. Please go slower, or I’ll come,” pleaded Debbie, desperately wanting to obey.

Stephanie groaned, looking into Debbie’s frantic eyes.

“Careful that could be contagious,” said Susan, smiling.

“Now a few expectations before you give me your panties…”

“Please take them, Madam Susan, I need to come so bad,” blurted Debbie, surprising even herself.

“Too bad you weren’t this eager sooner. Stephie is first, so try to calm yourself.”

Unfortunately, there was no calming as Susan’s ruthless hand continued rubbing, and her lips kept brushing Debbie’s over sensitive body.

“Which brings us to manners. If someone brings you pleasure, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“Good girl,” she said, with another kiss. “And if someone punishes you for your own good, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“Excellent, my sweet Dee,” Susan sighed, planting several kisses.

“The most important rule of all is, you may leave anytime you want. Your service is strictly voluntary. However, there are no do-overs. If you leave, there is no coming back, ever.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“You will surely be asked to service Stephie and Lisa. There may be others, and you will service them as you would service me, understood?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Susan.”

Each yes and thank you made her ache stronger, and her need greater.

“Oh God, I love the way you touch me, Madam Susan.”

“Trust me, Dee, I love touching you, and there will be a lot of touching.”

Stephanie felt like this was her greatest test so far. She felt a special connection to Debbie when they had first met. She had been on the edge before Debbie arrived and watching her transformation was too much.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” said Debbie, sincerely.

“Do you still want to give me your panties, and become my whore, sweet Dee.”

Debbie cringed at that word. And Susan sensed her body language change.

“Does that word disturb you, Debbie!” Susan’s animated voice and stern tone returned.

“Yes, I’m sorry, Madam Susan.”

She rubbed faster and Debbie began to tremble, knowing she could not take the pace without coming.

“Thank you for your honesty,” Susan replied, calmer, and she slowed the pace of her relentless hand. “I understand… your background and the thought of sin.”

She continued, “But you are not married, so it is not adultery. Even if you were, you would not be laying with another man. So, I would argue that it is still not adultery, even for Stephie, wouldn’t you agree?”

Susan knew exactly how to keep Debbie on the edge, and a theological debate was outside of her mind’s abilities at that moment.

“Yes, Madam Susan.”

“Besides, did Jesus not say, ‘If you serve others, you also serve me.’”

Debbie recalled that from the book of Matthew. “Yes, Madam Susan.”

“So are you ready to give me your yummy panties and be my whore for nine short days. Repentance can come later.”

“Yes, Madam Susan.”

“Good girl, sweet Dee.”

“You will be naked in my cabin and will follow my commands. If you obey, you will get your clothes back in time for rehearsal. Disobey and it will be a memorable walk back to your cabin for many people. Do you understand?”

Her pussy was a gushing, hot mess, and no one had ever affected her that way. Stopping was no longer even a consideration.

“Yes, Madam Susan. My pussy aches for you so much. I promise to obey, please.”

“You’ve made us very happy, hasn’t she, Stephie?”

“Yes, Madam Susan,” replied Stephanie, finally sensing relief in sight.

Susan leaned back and eyed Debbie’s ass, palming it with both hands.

“Take them down very slowly, please, just as I told you.”

Debbie slowly pushed the waistband down over her hips as Susan followed, with her lips kissing her cheeks, as more skin became exposed. When the panties peeled down to her crotch, Susan’s hand withdrew to allow them to descend, then she immediately slipped her finger between Debbie’s drenched labia, breathing in her scent.

“Oh, yes, I’ve waited so long, sweet Dee. So warm and so very wet for me,” sighed Susan.

Debbie moaned loud and long, as Susan’s fingers finally split her pussy lips. She swayed; afraid she might fall over as she bent down and pushed them to her knees.

Stephanie’s fingers stopped moving for fear she would make herself come.

“Take them all the way to your ankles, and stretch that plump little ass. Damn, I love a White girl with an ass,” grunted Susan.

Her hand was turned sideways pressing between Debbie’s thighs, rubbing her index finger the length of her slit, and she brought her thumb in to touch Debbie’s asshole, as she rubbed. No one had ever touched her there, and Debbie gasped at the sensation. Nearly doubled over, she could not pull away, and after the initial shock, she realized it felt good.

As she bent further, she was nearly face to face with Stephanie. “Can I kiss her, Madam Susan?” asked Stephanie.

“Thanks for asking, Stephie. Go quick.”

Debbie pushed her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them, holding them in her right hand as her left leaned on Stephanie’s shoulder, for balance.

As her lips met Stephanie’s, Debbie spread her legs apart for stability, caught in the single-most awkward and compromising position ever imagined– bent over, kissing Stephanie, while Susan kissed her ass, rubbed her cunt to near climax and thumbed her asshole.

“Feed her your fingers, Stephie and give her, her first taste,” directed Susan.

Stephanie’s tongue withdrew from Debbie’s mouth and was immediately replaced by her pussy-soaked fingers. As her tang fired Debbie’s taste buds, Susan inserted two fingers into Debbie’s cunt and began fucking her firmly.

Debbie sucked hard on the fingers, groaning her pleasure, as she felt a climax building almost immediately. She steadied herself on Stephanie’s shoulder bracing for a long-needed orgasm. She had just enough control left to at least tell Susan it was too late. Debbie spit out the fingers and yelled, “I’m coming, Madam…!”

“Not yet, whore!” shouted Susan, as she yanked her fingers free and slapped Debbie’s pussy hard enough to sting the orgasm away. “You haven’t earned it yet! Now, stand up and turn around, Debbie.”

“Ow!” screamed Debbie. She complied, as the sting quickly faded.

“Now, what do you say?” asked Susan, smiling sweetly and looking into her eyes.

After a few seconds of confusion, she understood that that was apparently ‘punishment for her own good.’

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“Good girl, Dee. Panties please,” Susan ordered, and held out her hand.

Debbie handed them to her and Susan took them to her nose. She breathed in her essence, slowly, her eyes closing as she did.

“Now the top and you will, officially, become my whore.”

Debbie cringed at that word, but as Susan’s fingers slipped inside her, reason was gone, only the unrelenting need to come, and the only path to that was compliance. Her mind could not grasp the effect Susan’s touch had on her body– she felt those fingers, from her toes to her nose, firing every pleasure cell in between.

Debbie untied her top and let it drop. “Oh God, thank you, Madam Susan.”

Stephanie whimpered, as she watched Susan’s fingers disappear into her new conquest’s dripping cunt.

“Patience, Stephie. I just need to kiss my little whore’s nipples, then it’s your turn.”

Debbie squatted, trying to take the fingers deeper and bring her tits closer to her mistress’s mouth.

Susan sucked Debbie’s right nipple and twisted her left between her thumb and index finger, bringing a mix of pleasure and pain; a low, guttural groan escaped from Debbie’s mouth.

“Oh yes, a good little whore likes her nipples tweaked,” panted Susan. “You wanna come like a little fucking whore, Debbie?” Her fingers pumped harder and faster.

Debbie let out a loud, wailing moan, as her body spasmed, from the aching, throbbing tingle that only seemed to intensify as her nipple was pinched and pulled.

“Aaahhh! Yes, please, Madam Susan!” pleaded Debbie, only to have the fingers whipped away again and another stinging slap.

The shock waves from the pussy slap nearly pushed her into a spontaneous climax. Her legs wobbled and her pussy, seemed to spasm and pulse so close to an orgasm, it shuddered for more stimulation.

“So sorry, sweet Dee, but you will need to be properly punished for your pig-headed defiance, first. You chose defiance over compliance, not me. Please go back to your seat, so you can see how an obedient little whore gets rewarded.”

Susan gripped Debbie’s hips and rotated her body to point her back to the chair, then nibbled her butt and gave it a slap. “Sit, watch, and lust like a whore. I want you to rub your cunt and be ready to come if I tell you, but not until I tell you.”

She responded as trained. “Thank you, Madam Susan.”

Susan turned her attention to Stephanie. “You’ve been so patient, Stephie, please continue.”

“Oh please, Madam Susan, can I come for you. I want to prove I deserve to taste your beautiful cunt.”

Debbie sat and stared at Stephanie’s naked ass, watching her fingers manipulate her even more enflamed labia, as she begged for Susan’s pussy.

“I bet her cunt flaps are huge and bright pink right now. Do they look delicious or what, Dee,” taunted Susan.

Debbie could only pretend to touch herself or she would surely not be able to stop from coming immediately. Susan’s comments hit her very hard. She had an almost overpowering urge to slide off the chair, crawl behind Stephanie and taste her enflamed womanhood.

“Yes, Madam Susan, can I please taste her for real this time?” Debbie asked, shocking herself as the words left her mouth.

“Would you like that, Stephie?” asked Susan, smiling sweetly at Stephanie before looking back at Debbie.

She wanted to say yes! But she needed to show Susan, she was her focus.

“I just want to show her how much I love your juicy cunt, Madam Susan.”

“Such a committed little whore; thank you, Stephie. I’m so sorry, I Iet the pig-headed whore, delay your reward. After she stood me up, you were kind enough to fill the void, even after such a memorably trying night last night. I think she owes you a couple of orgasms for the aggravation. How many do you think? Two?”

“Three?” whimpered Stephanie.

“Okay then. You’re gonna be a busy little whore, Debbie. Are you up to making her come three times today?”

Debbie stared, open mouthed, at Stephanie’s ass, once again watching her enlarged lips swallow up her fingers as she rubbed herself for Susan. Her dark pink bunghole glared back at Debbie, and after Susan had touched Debbie there, she wondered how Stephanie would react to the same treatment.

“Yes, Madam Susan, I wanna make her come. Thank you, Madam Susan,” panted Debbie.

“Doesn’t she have the cutest little bubble butt you’ve ever seen, Dee? I just want to spank it, kiss it, lick it and bite it every time I see it. You’re not rubbing your whore-hole, Debbie.”

As Debbie watched Stephanie’s fingers speed up, it occurred to her how Susan’s tone had changed. When she referred to her as Debbie, it was stern or angry, but when she called her Dee, it was sweet and soothing.

She pressed the tips of two fingers between her labia and rubbed in small circles, without penetrating. Unlike Stephanie, who was finally able to let loose, Debbie avoided touching her clit completely or she would come immediately.

Stephanie begged, “Please, Madam Susan, let me taste your cunt again. I can’t stop thinking about how warm and soft it feels on my face when I eat your sweet cum.”

Debbie’s mouth opened wide, as she watched Stephanie’s wet fingers massaging her swollen, shaved pussy. Debbie’s fingers wanted to match her speed, but she would surely come.

“Please let me come with her, Madam Susan. I’m so turned on. Please!”

“What a greedy little whore our new friend is, Stephie. She just wants to be the center of attention. Who decides when you come, Debbie?” her tone stiffened.

“You do, Madam Susan,” Debbie acquiesced.

“Whores get horny, Debbie; good girls get turned on. You’re rubbing your cunt staring at Stephie’s whore ass and begging to come. Does that sound like a good girl, Debbie.”

“No, Madam Susan. I’m a horny whore and I need to please my Madam,” growled Debbie, willing to say or do anything for relief.

“Oh God, Madam Susan, please can I come so I can serve your cunt with my tongue,” begged Stephanie.

“Yes, sweet Stephie, show me how much you love being a whore for my cunt, while the hungry little whore behind you drools over yours.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come for you again, Madam Susan!” screamed Stephanie.

She had accepted her own need to submit and the unimaginable pleasure it brought her, but witnessing Debbie’s transformation, pushed her excitement level even higher. Susan had awoken a twisted part of her that enjoyed masturbating while being watched and dominated, more than actual sex with someone else. It was the ultimate surrender and having Debbie watch, should have been embarrassing, but it only drove her deeper into the throes of ecstasy.

Debbie felt possessed, as she watched the sweet lady she had connected with, scream in pure bliss, begging the beautiful ebony goddess of a woman, to service her. She had never seen such complete surrender and as she watched, Debbie’s entire body tingled, so that every wisp of air and every sound wave from Stephanie’s shouts hitting her skin, sent goosebumps flooding through her body.

Stephanie dropped to her elbow, placed her forehead on her arm, and began rubbing her clit furiously, finally able to relieve the relentless need that had built up from the moment Susan had summoned her. She spread her knees wider and assumed the position to prevent falling over as she came. But in her mind, she knew it would also stretch her ass and pussy wider for Debbie to see.

Each time Debbie moaned, it sent chills through Stephanie, knowing those moans were as much for her as for her mistress. Debbie released a moan so loud, a passerby would have believed Debbie was having the orgasm. That sent Stephanie barreling over the edge.

Debbie had to stop touching herself or she would come– there was no choice as she watched Stephanie’s upper body spasm in rhythm with her blissful high-pitched moans. Stephanie’s fingers were a blur, as she pummeled her own clit so hard, the sloshing sound permeated the room.

Debbie thought she might come from just watching, as her pussy pulsed with pleasure.

“Rub your clit, but don’t come, Debbie,” commanded Susan.

She complied, but quickly pleaded, “I can’t stop it, I’m gonna come.”

Stephanie wailed as her climax lingered, and Debbie was losing the battle.

“Can’t stop…”

“Slap your cunt hard, Debbie! Now!” commanded Susan.

“Wha–? Ah?” she mumbled, confused, then stopped rubbing and gave a mild slap, as her pussy throbbed so close to a shuddering orgasm but not achieving.

“Much harder now, Debbie. Make me hear it!” Susan demanded.

She slapped her wet pussy, and the sting ended the pulsing sensation that nearly took her to climax.

“Good. Now, rub that whore button, but don’t you dare come.”

Stephanie’s orgasm had passed, and she went back to all fours. “Can I please eat your cunt now, Madam Susan? I wanna please you so much.”

“Yes, baby, Madam Susan needs that pretty mouth right now.”

Debbie looked at Susan’s spread, glistening pussy and wanted to shove Stephanie aside and taste the pink little slit between her dark lips.

Stephanie crawled forward and her tongue gently made contact. Then her head moved upward, running her tongue the length of Susan’s slit.

Debbie moaned, watching Stephanie’s purple-tipped hair rock up and down making Susan whimper and hum a beautiful alto song of pleasure.

“So good, Stephie, ah!” Susan sang out, and her eyes closed.

“Oh God!” moaned Debbie, as Stephanie’s pace quickened.

Debbie thought about giving in but decided it would be better to be honest. “Can’t stop it, Madam Susan.”

“Slap your cunt, Debbie!” barked Susan, in a high-pitched voice.

Debbie did as commanded, with three quick slaps.

“Harder!”

She complied and the sting drove off the climax.

“Oh, such good little whores. Munch my cunt, Stephie! Yes! Faster!” yelled Susan. “Rub that clit, Debbie.”

Stephanie’s head moved faster, and she placed her fingers on Susan’s slit to fingerfuck her while she sucked her clit.

“No, just that pretty White mouth!”

Something about that set Debbie off again, and she moaned on the edge again.

“Slap that horny White cunt, Debbie!”

That time, three hard slaps, and the urge was quelled.

“Oh yes! Stephie don’t stop. Oh my God, so good!” cried Susan.

Susan’s head rolled back, and she moaned at the ceiling, eyes closed, in a blissful trance. Then, she brought Debbie’s bikini bottoms to her face and breathed in her scent.

Debbie watched as Susan’s tongue tasted her juices from the swimsuit, and had to stop masturbating, thankful for the break, but continued to moan with an eye on Susan’s face. If those eyes opened, the rubbing would resume and, hopefully, Susan would be none the wiser.

Debbie’s eyes drifted back to Stephanie’s intimate parts, and she realized Susan was right– Stephanie’s little bubble butt was almost perfect. Debbie thought of how she might deliver the promised three orgasms.

As Susan’s groans grew louder, Debbie’s eyes returned to the dark chocolate beauty. Her jaw dropped, yet again, watching her body undulate and breasts sway as she succumbed to the pleasures of Stephanie’s tongue. She brought her legs up over Stephanie’s shoulders and laid her calves on her back.

Stephanie had learned the moves that excited her dom the most and developed a rhythmic cycle of splitting her cunt lips, licking their length, followed by a tongue-swirling lick of her clit before sucking it into her mouth. She would interrupt the cycle only to suck Susan’s engorged labia and probe her hole with her tongue. As she serviced her, Stephanie moaned and sighed, savoring her tangy-sweet juices. Her face melted into Susan’s warm, wet softness, and when her thighs closed, gently sandwiching Stephanie’s head, it felt like heaven on earth.

Debbie watched as the beautiful ebony dream, who commanded submission so easily, quivered in ecstasy from the tongue of the shy young mother of two, turned cruise-ship vixen. Debbie’s whole world had been turned upside down, in just a matter of hours, and things that seemed so important before, had become like distant shadows, driven away by the white-hot lust that illuminated her mind and body. She was charging down the same path Stephanie had already chosen, to open the gates and release her most primal carnal desires for the duration of the cruise. Her only thoughts were to feed the lustful need that drove her for more.

Her body tingled with the pure desire to please the two beauties before her, trembling and aching for more. Her mind could not even comprehend how twisted her thoughts had become, nor imagine the consequences, if she were unable to bring herself back from the nine days of abandonment that lay ahead. Her only focus was more.

Debbie’s mouth hung open as she watched, unable to look away, wanting so much to drop to her knees and taste Stephanie from behind, while she devoured Susan’s womanhood. Susan screamed with unadulterated pleasure as Stephanie realized her true purpose– to serve and pleasure her Dom for as long as she would have her.

“Can I please lick her pussy, Madam Susan?” pleaded Debbie.

“Whore’s call it a cunt, Debbie, ah! Yes, baby, so good!” barked Susan, before Stephanie’s tongue took all her attention.

Debbie quickly ignored the sting of the shocking labels Susan had used. “Can I please eat her sweet cunt, Madam Susan?”

But she was too late, Stephanie had brought Susan to an orgasmic peak, and she would get no answer. Debbie watched Susan’s head roll back, torso rise as her back arched and pelvis pressed against Stephanie’s face. She moaned and wailed in blissful ecstasy, gyrating and squeezing Stephanie’s head between her contracted thighs.

Unable to look away, and unable to find relief, Debbie stared helplessly, obsessed with the barrage of new desires. The woman, who had demanded such control, was suddenly vulnerable and seemingly at the control of her sub, as her body writhed and she screamed with pleasure. Debbie wanted to be both of them but also wanted nothing more than to be able to rub herself off, watching them. Her mind was in a frenzy, with so many twisted thoughts and a pussy that screamed for relief.

When Susan’s orgasm passed, her eyes returned to Debbie, whose gaze was locked on Stephanie’s ass and shaved pussy, swaying in front of her, while Stephanie slowly lapped at Susan’s Black pussy.

Debbie’s mind tried to break through the throbbing burning ache between her legs. For just a moment, the reality of the situation filled her thoughts. Debbie was sitting, naked, legs spread, wanting to touch herself to finally get relief, as she gazed at the dark little wrinkled asshole of Lila McCann’s violinist.

Debbie wanted her nose pressed against her dirty little hole, while she tasted the married woman’s shaved cunt. Cunt, a word she had found so offensive, had come to feed her dirty fantasies– those of surrendering to the whims of her strange, beautiful African paramour.

“Rub your clit, Debbie,” said Susan, calmly but firmly.

Her words closed the door to reality, and Debbie could only comply. She had fallen so far, thinking only of the promise of ‘the bliss of compliance’, Susan had mentioned.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, as her finger returned to her throbbing button.

Susan pulled Stephanie’s head away from her madam’s peach. She tapped her thighs, and commanded, “Sit.”

Debbie had a moment of disappointment, as Stephanie stood up, taking away the prize Debbie had been longing for. But as her eyes met Susan’s, she smiled at the hunger she saw in them.

Stephanie settled onto her lap; Susan planted gentle kisses on her cheek.

“Are you ready to show Debbie how a good little whore gets rewarded?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, looking tauntingly at Debbie.

Debbie was in awe as she watched Stephanie receive the relief Debbie so desperately needed.

“Show her how a good whore spreads her slutty little legs, Stephie,” commanded Susan.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, gazing hungrily at Debbie as her knees opened wide, exposing her glistening hairless pussy. Debbie instinctively did the same, leaning back in the chair, she opened herself completely.

“Good girls,” Stephanie sighed, as Susan’s fingers slipped between her swollen lips.

“Thank you for shaving your whore-hole for me, Stephie, I think your husband’s gonna love it.”

As she spoke Stephanie’s mouth opened, and eyes closed while she released a loud, baying moan.

Debbie groaned quickly, on the verge again. She slowed her fingers to a crawl, trying not to come, but it seemed like she had been tortured to the edge and back so many times. She watched the slender dark fingers of her mistress slip between Stephanie’s folds, massaging and then probing, playing the violinist like an instrument of lust.

Stephanie’s moans set Debbie on edge instantly. “Oh God, Madam Susan, please!”

“Slap the climax out of it, Debbie!”

She did as commanded, and gave herself four hard slaps, but each slap seemed to send an instant jolt to her clit, nearly setting her off, before the sting pushed the orgasm back.

Watching Debbie, pushed Stephanie over the edge, and she pleaded with Susan. “Please can I come, Madam Susan!”

“Yes, you may, my good little whore. Debbie, don’t stop rubbing until she’s done,” said Susan, firmly. “Come like a little fucking whore, Stephie!”

“Oh fuck, I’m coming, like… ah! Little… fuck-ing, whore!” screamed Stephanie. “Spank my slutty little cunt, please!”

Debbie was in shock when she heard that; Susan began slapping her clit at a blurring speed.

Stephanie’s body jerked and spasmed uncontrollably, and she grunted, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Debbie lost the battle. “Oh God, coming Madam Su–“

“Slap it ’til you come like a whore, Debbie!”

Debbie, feeling possessed, matched Susan’s speed, slapping her own clit hard, repeatedly, as fast as her hand could go. The orgasm took control of her body, as she joined Stephanie in the spastic, wailing dance of ecstasy. Each slap sent another jolt of pleasure through her body like never before.

“Are you coming like a whore?” asked Susan, smiling with a sense of unbridled power.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” chanted both, as Susan moved from spanking to rubbing Stephanie’s clit frantically.

“Rub the fuck out of your clit and don’t stop, Debbie!” barked Susan.

Debbie watched Susan’s flattened fingers rub Stephanie’s clit at distorting speed and followed her lead again.

“Don’t you fucking stop! Come like a little fucking whore, Debbie, ’til I tell you to stop.”

Her eyes locked on Stephanie’s cunt, as if her own fingers were somehow under Susan’s control. They both screamed in rhythmic, high-pitched bursts, as their bodies jerked uncontrollably; when Debbie suddenly felt an overwhelming intense feeling, not unlike the urge to pee, and suddenly warm, sticky juices burst from her pussy, as her clit fired like never before.

“Fu, uh, uh, uck!” Stephanie squealed as she released her own blasts of spraying come.

Their fingers moved so feverishly, they both sent droplets of cum splattering like rain.

“A double squirt! Holy fuck!” said Susan, amazed.

Stephanie had such a death grip on Susan’s thigh that Susan had to give in and let the climax end. Debbie was so caught up in the moment, she nearly couldn’t stop her assault on her own pussy.

When Debbie stopped, and caught her breath, Susan smiled at her.

“Good girl, Debbie, I’m so proud of you. Now, on your knees, and come beg Stephanie to taste her cunt, like a good whore should.”

Still too overwhelmed to think straight, she saw Stephanie’s glistening, almost red labia, spread open before her. The taste still lingered from the sampling of Stephanie’s fingers, and she knew she had to have more.

Susan and Stephanie sighed, watching in wonder as sweet innocent Debbie slid off the chair and crawled seductively toward Stephanie’s prize. Debbie tried to think about where to start, there were droplets of cunt juice spattered across Stephanie’s thighs, and her mons was coated completely.

“She looks so hungry, Stephie,” whispered Susan, brushing her ear with her lips.

Stephanie whimpered and spread herself open.

“Stephanie made quite the mess of herself, Debbie. A good whore cleans up after her subject,” said Susan, with a devious smile.

Debbie smiled back, never moving her eyes from Stephanie’s treasure. She nearly forgot what Susan had told her but managed to break from her single-minded focus on burying her face in her tangy sweetness and paused.

“Please let me taste her hot cunt, Madam Susan.” Part of her felt like she was telling herself what she wanted. “I want to feel her on my lips and taste her as she comes in my mouth. I’ll do anything you want.”

“You are her whore now, Debbie; you serve her until I tell you differently.”

Debbie broke her gaze from the pink prize, and looked Stephanie in the eye. “Can I please taste your cunt, lick you clean, and eat your beautiful cunt ’til you come in my mouth, Madam Stephanie?”

Stephanie gasped and nodded, until Susan cut in.

“You will call your superior whores Miss, and you will only use madam when referring to me, understood?”

“Yes, thank you Madam Susan. May I please taste your cunt, lick you clean, and eat your beautiful cunt ’til you come in my mouth, Miss Stephanie?”

“Yes, please Miss Debbie.”

“As her superior, you will refer to her as whore, Debbie, or Dee; understood, Stephie?”

“Yes, thank you Madam Susan, can she please suck my cunt?”

“Of course, she is yours, my good girl.”

With that, Debbie crawled between her legs, licking up the tangy-sweet droplets of Stephanie’s pussy juices, slowly working her way towards the target.

“I’m proud of you, Dee, you have taken very well to your training. I’m so glad Stephanie picked you for training. You really made an impression on her at that first rehearsal. I was beginning to think you might not turn, but I knew we had you when I saw how you looked at her this morning,” said Susan, in her sweet, soothing voice.

As Debbie savored Stephanie’s juices, she looked up at them, both smiling and contented. When Susan revealed it was Stephanie, who had put Debbie in their sights, she was shocked, and in a twisted way, flattered. She worked her way closer, her eyes passing from Stephanie’s to Susan’s, which were looking over Stephanie’s shoulder.

Their scents hung in the air, sending tingles through Debbie’s body as she breathed them in. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed, between Susan’s spread legs with her calves draped over Susan’s thighs. The closer Debbie got, the wider Susan forced Stephanie’s legs.

Debbie reached under Susan’s thighs and wrapped her arms around them both for stability as she began to lick her way around Stephanie’s shaved mons. Her flavor grew more potent as she got closer to the source, and the scent more pungent. The effect on Debbie’s body was intoxicating. Every part of her felt alive, and each time her cheek touched the silky skin of Stephanie’s inner thigh, she would linger, relishing the feel.

As she zeroed in on the soft folds of pink tenderness, something instinctively drove her next move, and Stephanie’s reaction told Debbie her instincts were right on. She took a slow, steady lick up the center of her glistening lips, savoring the intensity of her flavor. Then opened wide and engulfed her labia sucking and wiggling her tongue rapidly up and down, nodding her head subtly.

Stephanie’s mouth opened wide, and a long, loud, primal groan reverberated through the cabin. Debbie hummed into her cunt, as Stephanie’s reaction brought back the throbbing ache in Debbie’s pussy.

Susan’s eyes widened. “Shit, Stephie. She’s a cunt-munching little whore, isn’t she?” declared Susan, in a sudden burst of jealousy.

Stephanie could only moan, as their excitement caused Debbie to increase her intensity.

“Dee, you little slut, you’ve done this before,” said Susan, emphatically, in the tone of a question.

“Mu-uh,” mumbled Debbie into Stephanie’s cunt, as she shook her head, setting Stephanie off a bit more.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so Ha!” whimpered Stephanie.

Debbie began to add rapid, little nods and head shakes, as she continued to devour her succulent folds.

“Damn, Stephie, she’s a fucking natural cunt-muncher. You picked a winner! I am very proud of you, Dee. I’ve never seen anyone come from pussy spanking their first time and you did it to yourself, and now you’re munching cunt like a fucking pro.”

Debbie found herself moaning into Stephanie’s pussy, like she was the one being pleasured. She pulled her knees in tightly and squeezed her thighs together, putting pressure on her pussy, then wiggled her hips, feeling like she might make herself come as she serviced sweet Stephanie.

“This is Stephie’s third cruise with me, and she finally had her first pussy-spanking orgasm just last night.”

Some sort of switch had flipped in Debbie’s mind. Every time Susan referred to her as a whore and then also a cunt-muncher, it made her pussy burn with lust. A day ago, she would have been offended beyond words, but at that moment, those words made her body ache for more. She pulled quickly off of Stephanie.

“Can I please make myself come for her, Madam Susan,” she begged, before plunging her mouth back into Stephanie’s pussy.

“What a greedy little whore, Debbie. I just let you come spanking your cunt. Now, you wanna come for her? You wanna come for you. You owe her three orgasms before you can even think about it, and now you’ve messed up the first one, talking when you should be munching’”

“Thorry Matham, Thuthan,” mumbled Debbie into Stephanie’s cunt, as she devoured her.

“Oh God, yes!” squeaked Stephanie.

“Fuck that looks like it feels good,” panted Susan.

Debbie looked up at them as she continued, sucking, tonging and wiggling her head, watching Stephanie’s reaction with each move. She did what she imagined would feel good for herself and it seemed to translate to exactly what Stephanie needed. Stephanie’s pussy felt so warm and soft, and the tangy, metallic taste set her taste buds off so much, she felt it in her clit.

Her tongue explored every fold and crease, and she marveled how smooth and tight the walls of her round, vaginal passage felt, as her tongue burrowed inside. The flavor seemed more concentrated as she pushed inside her. Debbie’s senses were overwhelmed, but with her eyes focused on Stephanie, she could concentrate on her one objective– tasting Stephanie as she came in her mouth.

Stephanie quickly succumbed to another climax, watching in wonder as the first timer played her like a fiddle.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming like a fu-cking whore!” screamed Stephanie, as her body began to spasm so hard her head thumped Susan’s chin.

Susan hugged her tightly to prevent any further blows, while she watched her subject flail from the oral talents of her latest conquest. Her own pussy was steaming as she waited her turn.

With each desperate moan, Debbie’s excitement grew and as Stephanie’s juices flowed, her pace quickened, milking her climax. Debbie’s head waggled quicker and quicker, as she gripped their thighs and pressed her tongue harder against her flooded cunt, never wanting to stop.

Stephanie’s hips jerked as Susan hugged tighter, for fear she would slip off the bed, until finally, Stephanie pushed Debbie’s head back with both hands and arched her back causing Susan to fall back on the bed clinging to her panting pet.

“Oh my God… Oh my God…” Stephanie panted, as she realized she was practically crushing Susan. “I’m, ah, sorry Madam Susan.” She slid off Susan and collapsed on the bed next to her, while Debbie had crawled back and was upright on her knees, smiling with pride after her first attempt at oral.

“Don’t apologize, Stephanie. That was… wow,” sighed Susan, feeling a little spent just watching. She rose back up to the seated position and smiled down at Debbie.

“I think you found your calling, sweet Dee,” said Susan, with a hungry look.

Susan positioned her ass at the edge of the bed and slowly spread her legs. Debbie stared at her glistening womanhood, and her mouth dropped when her labia slowly broke the tension of her wetness that held them together. Her heart skipped a beat, when they opened like a zipper and the pink crack between her dark lips emerged.

Debbie wanted her tongue there more than anything. Even as Stephanie lay panting and Debbie’s cheeks were still wet with cum, she longed to show her new Dom how much she wanted to please her too.

She took two knee-steps closer, like a Pavlovian dog, salivating at her dark pussy topped by the jet-black muff.

Susan could barely breathe as she saw her latest whore, embracing the role so strongly. Debbie’s face was like a starving predator finally faced with a feast of fresh meat. Susan’s inner voice told her to taunt her first, and make her earn it, but her pussy was begging her to shut up and to just let her have at it. Words were not coming to her lips, as she was mesmerized by Debbie’s singular focus.

Debbie needed a couple more knee-steps before she was close enough, and as she was about to take them, something in her mind stopped her. She knew the rules, and she needed to obey.

Her eye’s broke from her Dom’s precious flower and scanned upward. “Oh my,” she whispered, as she drank in her beautiful brown skin and her glorious curves. Her breasts were round and shapely and so much bigger than her own. Her areolas were as big as she’d ever seen, and her nipples stiff and inviting.

When she found her lovely face with her full glistening lips, she gasped and collected herself.

“Can I please taste you, Madam Susan. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Susan stared back at the innocent singer’s desperate face. She thought of all the possibilities, but there was something about her newest addition that made it hard to think clearly. She wanted that cunt-munching mouth immediately and as she struggled for words, she felt Stephanie stir next to her.

“Stephie, my sweet, I think you should take the seat, you’re gonna want to watch this,” said Susan, not breaking her gaze.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, as she slid off the bed and took the seat behind Debbie.

The pause seemed endless, and Debbie feared the ‘sting of disobedience’ might not have been fully delivered yet. She tried to anticipate what Susan might demand and offered.

“I’d gladly make myself come to show you how much I want to please you.”

Susan, suddenly, found her words. “There’s my greedy little whore, thinking of satisfying her own ravenous little cunt first.”

She watched as shock and fear took over Debbie’s face, and she could not help but smile.

“No, please, Madam Susan, I’ll do whatever you want. I just want to obey! Please!”

“Okay then, I’ll take you at your word. You will remember you still owe Stephie two more orgasms, before you even think about it…”

“Yes, Madam Susan, I understand. I just thought after watching Stephanie come for you, that’s what you wanted…”

“You liked watching my good little whore masturbate for my Black cunt, didn’t you?”

Debbie was taken aback by the racial reference and was unsure how to respond but could only think of one response.

“Yes, Madam Susan.”

“She’s got a pretty little white ass and a pretty pink cunt, doesn’t she, Dee.”

“Yes, Madam Susan. I loved watching her finger melt into her pretty shaved cunt, while she begged.”

“Damn, Stephie, I need to know how you knew she’d be such an eager little whore.”

Stephanie didn’t know anything, she just thought Debbie was pretty and sweet.

Debbie looked at Susan, hoping her response did not set her off. She made sure to use the C-word. She grew nervous as Susan seemed to be contemplating something.

“I thank you for your openness, Dee.” Her eyes glanced at Stephanie, and she grinned as they returned to Debbie. “Hands and knees please.”

Debbie dropped down, hoping she would be rewarded. Susan’s eyes moved to Stephanie again.

“If it makes you feel any better, your bestie is staring at your chubby white ass as hungrily as you stared at hers. Does that excite you?”

The throbbing in Debbie’s pussy made it clear the answer was yes, but she recalled Stephanie’s answer to a similar question.

“I am excited about pleasing you, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie, even as she spread her knees farther apart to open herself for Stephanie to see.

“You are such a good little whore and a quick learner. Are you gonna shave your little White cunt for me like your bestie did?” she said, looking at Debbie sweetly.

“Yes, Madam Susan, anything you like. Can I please suck your cunt now?” She trembled as her eyes locked on target.

“Good girl, Dee. I’ve decided my little White whores should mark themselves for me. You girls will keep them shaved until I tell you to stop or you choose to leave. This will be your only requirement that does not end with the cruise, understood?

“Yes, Madam Susan,” they answered, in unison.

“Thank you, both. So, Dee, does this mean you’ll be back next year, too.”

Debbie’s mind rushed for an answer. The past few hours had been a string of completely unimaginable events, devoid of rational thought. She had no clue what she’d be doing in five minutes, let alone next year. She could barely grasp that she had just promised to shave her pussy.

Susan giggled. “I’m sorry, Dee, it’s a little too soon to think about that. We’re not even sure how that pretty little mouth is gonna take to my pussy yet. Let’s find out, shall we?”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie, moving closer.

“Dee, honey, you still have some work to do to make up for your rudeness, earlier.”

“I’m sorry, Madam Susan. I was afraid and confused, but I’m here now, ready to obey, please forgive me.”

‘Didn’t you call me Susie, like a disrespectful, petulant, little child, Debbie?”

“I’m sorry–“

“Didn’t you kiss me on the deck with your panties soaked through and tell me, you felt nothing, like a child with chocolate on her face, denying she stole the candy.”

“Yes, Madam Susan, but–“

“And weren’t you late just to spite me, Debbie?”

“Well, I didn’t come here for, ah… this–“

“You’re still lying about that, and didn’t you tell me to stop what I was doing to Stephie, Debbie?”

“Yes, but I was in denial, I’ve never wanted anything so much, please let me show you, Madam Susan.”

“Damn, Debbie, I almost believe you,” said Susan, relishing the true desperation on Debbie’s face. “Convince me, Debbie.”

“When you first touched me yesterday on deck, I felt something stirring inside of me and I tried to deny it. When your lips got close to mine, I wanted to kiss you and had to close my eyes to break the thought. But even then, I could taste your breath when you were so close to me. I don’t think my pussy– I mean my cunt– has stopped aching for you since.”

Debbie took two deep breaths, and trembled. “I can feel my cunt juice oozing down my thigh, from just your scent. I want to taste you and let my tongue service your beautiful pussy. I want to lose myself in your hot wetness, and pleasure you until you tell me to stop, Madam Susan. I’m so sorry I denied it. I was stubborn and terrified about losing control, but now I don’t want control. You’ve shown me things I never imagined…”

“I’m going to give your stubborn chubby White ass one last chance. I’m going to let you have one lick, so you will know, Debbie. One taste of Black cunt and you can take that knowledge and walk away or stay as a hungry White whore for Black cunt.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” she replied, staring at the dark gray wrinkled lips surrounding her glistening pink crease.

Susan smiled with the confidence of knowing, not only was Debbie hers, but that she may be her most willing slut yet. She’d converted many lesbians to Black-cunt whores and a few straight women, but none quite so strait-laced. She could feel the dam break in Debbie, and all the repressed thoughts and pent-up guilt for having them, burst the levies. Those walls were rubble at the bottom of a sea of passion that could never be contained again. Controlled and directed, but never truly contained.

“A second lick means you are mine, Debbie. I own your tight little White cunt, and that pretty, fat, white ass is mine… Look at me, Debbie,” commanded Susan, as she leaned forward and gripped her hair at the back of her head.

Debbie complied and saw her beautiful ebony obsession with the piercing dark eyes and full soft lips, smiling at her. Unsure exactly why, Debbie whispered, “Thank you, Madam Susan.”

Susan pulled her face dangerously close to her poignant treasure and held her firmly. Each breath flooded Debbie’s mind and body with Susan’s essence.

“If there’s a second lick, for the duration of the trip, you will service me however I see fit.

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“I appreciate your manners, Debbie, but right now you need to listen. You will service my established whores, as you would service me, but only I decide when you come. If you are obedient, the rewards will be great. Won’t they, Stephie?”

“Yes, Madam Susan, very.”

“How many times have you come since last night, Stephie?”

“Seven times, Madam Susan.”

“And is the night over?”

“No, Madam Susan.”

“Do you think you could handle coming more than seven times a day, Debbie?”

Debbie was once again speechless. Just moments earlier, she had given herself a powerful climax in such a way that she could barely comprehend. Though her pussy ached for more, she could not imagine seven in one day.

“I’m not sure, Madam Susan,” she answered, truthfully.

“But you’d like to try?” asked Susan.

“Yes, please, Madam Susan.”

“Then you’ll want to take the second lick. I’ve decided that you may not share your secret outside of our inner circle. I will make your siblings and friends believe you are a tease, toying with your hungry lesbian fan club, for the thrill of it, with no reward for us poor drooling groupies. I want there to be no outside influences to sway your decisions. It will be solely up to you how far you’re willing to take this. Your secret will be safe with us.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan, can I please taste you now?” pleaded Debbie.

“That sounds so sweet– if I were looking for a girlfriend, Debbie. But what I want is an obedient, little White cunt-munching whore to beg for my Black cunt, and do whatever I tell her, to whomever I tell her to do it. Can you convince me you deserve my cunt, Debbie?”

Debbie felt the unmerciful throbbing between her legs grow with each degrading word from Susan’s mouth. With her succulence just out of reach of her tongue, her scent seemed to intensify by the minute. She would never have imagined being in this position, but something deep inside her needed it.

“Oh, please, Madam Susan. My pussy is soaking wet for you. I’ve never wanted anything so much. I’ll do anything you want. But please, let me be your nasty White whore, and service your beautiful Black cunt. I want to kiss and touch every inch of your gorgeous, black body…”

Susan gripped her hair harder and teased her head so close, her nose tip touched her moist heat. Debbie’s tongue extended to meet her, when she was once again pulled back.

“I wish I could believe you, Debbie. Hmm, Stephie, honey, can you please insert a couple fingers into my obstinate little bitch and tell me if it’s true that her whore-hole is ‘soaking wet’?”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Stephanie, as she eagerly complied.

Debbie moaned loudly as she felt Stephanie reach between her legs and drag her fingers from Debbie’s clit to her ass crack, and repeating it three times, spreading her wetness over her entire ass crack, before she slipped two fingers into Debbie’s raging cunt. She slowly pushed them to the hilt, while her thumb wiggled against Debbie’s lubed asshole. Debbie moaned open-mouthed, her tongue half out, showing her eagerness to taste.

“Yes, Madam Susan, she is soaking wet and very tight,” said Stephanie, as Debbie moaned, flooding Susan’s pussy with her hot breath.

Susan looked Debbie in the eyes. “One lick, Debbie, make it count.”

She held her firmly by the hair but allowed her to lean in for her first taste of Black cunt. She extended her tongue and dropped her head down to the bottom of her slit, pressed it firmly against her and slowly dragged her taste buds up her length, savoring the soft, moist warmth and her sweet, tangy juices. They hummed together as she made the most of her one exquisite lick.

Her tongue contacted all the way into her dark triangular muff, when Susan pulled her hair holding her back. Debbie stared up at her, with her lips puckered out and mouth open, mindlessly rocking her body, on Stephanie’s fingers.

“It’s decision time, Dee,” said Susan, softly, with a devious grin. “Are you fucking Stephanie’s fingers like a little fucking whore, Debbie?” Her tone had become more intense.

“Yes, I want to be your nasty White whore servicing your beautiful Black cunt. Ah!” yelled Debbie, as she jerked her head free and plunged her open mouth onto Susan’s pussy.

She engulfed Susan’s labia with her wide-open mouth, fucking Stephanie’s fingers and trying to keep her focus on munching Susan’s cunt like she did Stephanie’s. She sucked and swirled her tongue while her body rocked.

“Oh fuck, she’s good,” moaned Susan to Stephanie.

“So good!” agreed Stephanie.

“Oh yeah, baby, munch my cunt like a hungry fucking whore!” moaned Susan, as she placed her hand gently on the back of Debbie’s head.

“I ah! Think sh-ee lied to us. Oh fuck. You were a cunt — fuck — muncher all along. Holy shit! I’m gonna come.”

Debbie shook her head, fighting back a smile as a sense of pride washed through her. She had never been with a woman, and hearing and feeling the reaction from her new Madam made her exceedingly proud.

She watched as Susan’s body jerked and her glorious tits bounced while she flooded Debbie’s tongue with her sweet, sticky cum. Debbie fucked Stephanie’s fingers faster as her excitement grew, when suddenly Stephanie pulled them out leaving her whimpering for more.

“You don’t get to come yet, whore,” said Stephanie, reminding Debbie of the pecking order.

So, Debbie took out her frustrations by increasing her focus on pleasuring Susan and picked up her pace as she took control of her Madam’s body. Her mouth and tongue were the puppet strings that caused Susan to flail and jerk at her command.

Susan was in awe, as no one had ever quite devoured her pussy so completely. Her mouth opened wide as Debbie pressed her swirling tongue hard against her slit then pulled back sucking her labia into her mouth, bobbing and shaking, in constant motion. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, with her warm lips sucking and releasing.

Looking back afterward, Susan would call it a total-pussy orgasm. But at that moment, it was a paralyzing wave of ecstasy that took her whole body.

Debbie hummed and moaned as Susan’s cum flooded her face, her body spasming at the will of Debbie’s mouth.

Susan groaned in a rhythmic primal rumble, while Debbie milked her climax for all she could. Finally, Susan pulled hard on her hair, breaking the puppet strings and regaining control.

“Holy fuck!” panted Susan, as Debbie gently leaned in and began to lick her Madam clean.

As she slowly consumed the escaped nectar from Susan’s folds, Debbie knew she had made the right choice, and a feeling of contented relief overtook her as she thought about Susan’s decision not to let her tell the others. There was something very satisfying; knowing it was her secret to share with only Susan, and her inner circle.

It was the first time she had thought about the outside world since entering the room. As she continued her mission devouring Susan’s sweet juices, she wondered what the others had been up to. But before her mind could go there, Susan commanded her.

“Onto the bed, hands and knees.”

Susan stood up and went to her suitcase. Debbie tried to look back to see what was happening.

“Turn around, face down ass in the air and spread your knees!” barked Susan.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie, fearing the sting of disobedience may be coming again.

She did as commanded, shoving her ass high and spreading her knees wide. Susan approached and her fingers slid the length of her crack several times. “Your pussy is a hot mess, Debbie.”

“Huh, ah, please, Madam, ah!” squeaked Debbie.

Susan’s fingers rubbed her swollen wetness, and her thumb pushed against her asshole again.

She stepped around the bed, still touching her, and pressed a little plastic egg-shaped device into Debbie’s mouth. “Lube this up, sweet Dee.”

Debbie sucked it in, and a little plastic tail stuck out. She’d heard about something like it before. You put it in and your partner controls it. She felt it start to vibrate in her mouth, tickling her tongue when Susan’s fingers slipped into her pussy, causing her to whimper.

Once again, Debbie was in disbelief. Susan pushed the envelope every chance she had, and Debbie was unable to resist. She found herself rocking forward and back, fucking Susan’s fingers while her thumb stimulated her asshole, knowing the egg would soon be inside her and Susan would be in control.

“Look how excited our little whore is, Stephie,” teased Susan.

“Oh God, please, Madam Susan,” begged Debbie, for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Here’s how this will go for the rest of the day, until you come back here after the show, sweet Dee,” explained Susan, calmly, as Debbie continued to rock. “As long as I’m in Bluetooth range, I will control your egg. You must keep it in except to relieve yourself, you may not come unless I give you permission, understood?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, with the egg in her mouth.

“I want you to wear a skirt like I saw on your website and no panties, understood?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Susan.”

“Do you want it in your asshole or your cunt today?”

Debbie’s eyes widened as she processed the question. “Cunt, please, Madam Susan,” she said, realizing she would be taking it in her ass soon enough. That thought was almost too much to comprehend, if not for the thumb wiggling against her asshole. It somehow added to the stimulation of the fingers in her pussy.

“Okay, hand it to me and I’ll put it in for you,” said Susan, calmly, as if talking about the weather.

The tail was a three-inch-long silicone loop and Debbie gripped it and handed the saliva-coated toy to her new Madam.

“Good girl, Debbie,” said Susan, sweetly, as she removed her fingers and spun in the egg. “You are so tight, sweet Dee.”

Once inside, Susan played with it, tugging gently on the tail and releasing it a few times. “I think that’s gonna stay in nicely.

Then, suddenly, it began to vibrate, and Debbie felt it from her ass to her thighs.

“Oh! Ah! That’s ah! Please turn it off, I’m gonna come!” shouted Debbie.

“Sweetie, that’s the low setting…”

Suddenly, the vibration level went off the charts and Debbie yelled, “Fuck!” before burying her face in the comforter and let out a long, loud scream of pleasure into the bed. Then it switched back to low, and Debbie somehow managed to stop herself from coming.

“Sweet Dee drops the ‘F-bomb’, I like it. You’re talking like a whore now.”

She suddenly felt like her bladder was going to burst. “Please, can I pee, Madam Susan?”

“Of course, you may; thanks for asking. Tell you what. Go take care of business, clean yourself up and get dressed. There should be time to go back to your cabin and shave before rehearsal. You’ll let us watch rehearsal, won’t you?”

“Yes, Madam Susan. Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“One more thing. You may come as many times as you like if you are on stage, just give me the thumbs up and I will turn in on high.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” responded Debbie, with no intention of ever doing that.

All she knew at that moment was she had to pee, more than she could remember in a very long time.

“I hope that you’ve learned that the bliss of obedience is much better than the sting of defiance, Debbie!”

Suddenly, she felt a sharp, stinging slap to her ass that nearly released her bladder.

“Yes, Madam Susan. Thank you, Madam Susan, can I please pee?” she pleaded, with a scrunched face.

Then a series of stinging swats vibrated her loins as she struggled to hold it in.

“Ne-ver dis-o-bey me a-gain. Un-der-stood, Deb-bie?” grunted Susan, swatting her ass in rhythm with her broken words.

“Yes, Ma-dam Su-san. Thank you, Ma-dam Su-san!” Debbie pleaded, with each slap nearly making her lose control.

“I will work my way to the stage tonight, and I want you to show me your toy tail. If you do that, I will have a special treat for you.”

The desperation in Debbie’s voice was obvious with the egg vibrating her bladder. “Thank, you, Madam, Susan,” grunted Debbie, fighting to hold it in. “May I please pee!”

“Yes, sounds like you better hurry…”

Debbie rolled over and off the bed and stepped toward the bathroom.

“Don’t forget your clothes, Debbie,” barked Susan.

Debbie moved quickly to find the bikini parts and snatched them up. She ran to the bathroom, pulled the toy out, as her bladder released, the second her ass hit the seat.

“I’m very proud of how far you’ve come today, Debbie!” yelled Susan through the door. “See you soon, sweet Dee.”

Debbie looked at the black glistening egg vibrating on the counter as a feeling of sweet relief set in. Followed by a taste of reality. With the egg out and the solitude of the bathroom, a moment of reflection ensued. It seemed as if she had watched the events of the day, from outside of her body. She had no idea how she could face her siblings and perform with the ruthless little toy constantly tingling inside her.

But there was a new little voice in her head that was already pleading for the egg to be reinserted. She knew, deep inside, that that voice was going to win for the remainder of the cruise and a big part of her was happy about that. As she cleaned herself up, she wondered what the others had been up to, and what she would tell them she had been doing.

To be continued

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