WARNING: this story features non-consent. Do not continue to read if this is triggering for you.

So... if you read this episode and you think I'm showing off a bit - yeah, I admit that :) Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the interaction between Kasha and Mei Ling. They certainly do!

Still traveling, so let me know that you appreciate the story and I'll try to find the time to write and post. In Berlin the coming week, so if anybody wants to meet the groundkeeper and buy him a drink... :D No strings attached. Maybe. Or maybe there are :)

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I looked back at Kasha: “Stand up and take Mei Ling’s clothes off for me.” I went to sit down on the couch to look at both girls, awkwardly complying with my request. Though of the two, Kasha definitely seemed the most enthusiastic…

“Take off your shoes and socks first, Kasha,” Kasha quickly did as told and then looked at me for further commands: “Now take off her shoes and socks. See, she’s cheating, she’s a small little slut, but she’s trying to appear larger by wearing heels.” Mei Ling started blushing but allowed Kasha to kneel beside her and remove her shoes and socks. “Stand next to her,” I ordered Kasha. It was clear Mei Ling was quite a bit smaller than Kasha: “Do you like how tiny she is?”. Kasha looked her over while Mei Ling fidgeted, not enjoying us talking about her as if she weren’t present: “I like her body, Sir.”

Sitting on the couch, it was fun to see Mei Ling growing more uncomfortable by the minute and Kasha starting to enjoy the role I had assigned her. I didn’t think Kasha would be very considerate of Mei Ling, but we would know that soon enough.

“Put your hands on your back, Mei Ling”. She slowly complied. “Kasha, do you like her tits? They’re smaller than yours, aren’t they? Feel them to make sure.” Kasha looked at me as if uncertain she had heard correctly, then licked her lips and brought her hands up to Mei Ling’s breasts. Through her blouse, she squeezed them gently. She looked back at me: “They’re tiny, Sir,” and then, looking at me with a hesitating half-smile as if she wasn’t sure this was the correct thing to say, she continued: “Do you like breasts this small, Sir?”. I nodded at her while Mei Ling turned beet red at the insult. “I prefer real breasts, like yours, kitten.” If she’s naked, you can hardly see hers.”

“Open her blouse and take a look for yourself.” Kasha now looked more secure in her role, having understood her task. She pulled Mei Ling’s blouse from her skirt and started unbuttoning it. A tear rolled down the girl’s cheek at the humiliation, but she held her position without complaining. When the blouse was off, Kasha touched the bra and looked at me again. I nodded, and she reached around Mei Ling to open her bra clasp and then took off the bra. Mei Ling’s small breasts appeared, the nipples hard and fully extended. She might feel humiliated, but she was also aroused. I looked at her body again and had to admit to myself that I was, of course, lying. I liked all breasts, but Mei Ling didn’t need to know that.

Kasha put the bra on top of the blouse on the couch and stood before Mei Ling, waiting for the next order. “Feel again, kitten, see if you like the feel of her tiny tits. Make sure to try her nipples, too; I found that they are quite sensitive.” Kasha glanced at me briefly again, and a mischievous smile flashed over her face. With both hands, she grabbed Mei Ling’s breasts and squeezed them firmly. Mei Ling gritted her teeth. Looking attentively at the half-naked girl, Kasha gripped her nipples between her fingers and started playing with them, first softly, but gradually applying more pressure and pulling them harder. The reverent look on her face made it clear that she liked playing with Mei Ling this way and that she liked the pain she was causing. Mei Ling started to move away to protect herself: “Stand still, Mei Ling,” I shouted from the couch: “last warning. If you don’t listen to my instructions, I’m going to belt you until you can’t sit for three weeks.” Mei Ling froze, and tears now flowed over her face freely.

“Stand back, Kasha.” I stood up from the couch and grabbed a thick marker from the side table. I walked over to Mei Ling, who shot me a glare but didn’t budge. Standing in front of her, I pulled Kasha close and kissed her welcoming lips. She moaned into my mouth and placed her hands on my chest, softly scratching her nails. Mei Ling squinted her eyes and looked generally miserable.

I gently pushed Kasha away and asked, "Did you know I can speak some Chinese?" Then I turned to Mei Ling, uncapped the marker, and wrote on her chest in bold letters:

昧灵

The thick black strokes looked very appealing on her. I had written the characters just above her breasts; knowing these markers, it would be quite challenging to remove the ink anytime soon. I could see Mei Ling trying to see what I was writing on her, but she was looking at it upside down. “Kasha, take a picture of Mei Ling and show it to her so she can check whether her name is written correctly.” After taking the picture, Kasha zoomed in on Mei Ling’s chest and, after showing me and getting a nod, flipped the phone so Mei Ling could see.

Mei Ling immediately turned dark red and opened her mouth to complain. I had expected that, grabbed her right nipple with my free hand and squeezed and twisted it hard. Mei Ling’s mouth shot open, and she screamed until I let up a little. I looked at her: “Was that clear? I told you to remain quiet unless spoken to. You’re my toy and I’ll do with you as I please. Do we understand each other?” Mei Ling shivered and tried to stand in a way that relieved the pain in her nipple somewhat. Kasha looked at us without understanding what had just happened.

Momentarily squeezing harder, I asked Mei Ling: “Kasha doesn’t understand. Read the Chinese characters for her.” Through her tears, Mei Ling whispered: “Mèi líng”. I told Kasha: “See? The characters sound like her name, but they mean something quite bad in Chinese. What do they mean in Chinese, Mei Ling?”. Even quieter, Mei Ling said: “You have written the characters for ‘Dark Soul’, Sir.”

“Try behaving nicer to Kasha and myself, Mei Ling, and perhaps you’ll deserve something else. But your behavior so far has been very disappointing, and I think this is all you’re worth now.” I let go of her nipple, and Mei Ling winced as the blood returned to it. “Kasha, kneel and take off the rest of her clothes.”

Kasha kneeled in front of Mei Ling, whose face was wet with tears and looked dejected. She grabbed the pink skirt and slowly pulled it down her legs, then did the same with the black panties. After making Mei Ling lift her feet so she could step out of both, she threw them on the couch as well, and remained kneeled before Mei Ling. “So, kitten, have a look at her pussy. Do you like that better than her breasts? Spread your legs, Mei Ling!”. Mei Ling slowly spread her legs, and Kasha put a hand on her stomach, which made her shiver: “Sir? She has hair on her pussy? I thought you didn’t like that?”.

“No worries, kitten, we’ll do something about that soon. Go to the kitchen and get me the little black bag next to the sink and some warm water. There’s a bowl you can use for the water there as well.” Mei Ling looked alarmed as Kasha disappeared into the kitchen. Walking back to Mei Ling, I kissed her on the mouth. Then I slipped my hand between her legs and felt her pussy. Slipping two fingers in her, I whispered in her ear: “See, just as I thought, you’re such a complete slut, Mei Ling, your pussy is soaked. I knew it.” Mei Ling looked down at the hand violating her and couldn’t help but moan softly.

I let go of her pussy, grabbed her arm, and pulled her with me to the low TV table. Pushing her to sit down with her ass on the edge of the table, I kicked her legs so they would be spread wide open and then pushed her back until she was lying flat. The table was small enough that her head no longer rested on the table, which was exactly what I wanted. As Kasha returned from the kitchen, I walked around the table and kneeled next to Mei Ling’s head.

I took off my belt and put it next to me on the floor, then unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock and balls out of my underwear. Holding down Mei Ling with one hand on the Chinese insult on her chest, I slapped her face so she would open her mouth and shoved my limp cock in her mouth. “Mei Ling, you’re going to take care of my cock in your mouth. Meanwhile, Kasha is going to shave your slutty pussy, and I’m going to play with your nipples. Please don’t move; we don’t want Kasha to cut you inadvertently, do we?” I felt the muscles in Mei Ling’s neck go rigid; I guess she didn’t like the prospect of having the soft folds of her pussy in Kasha’s hands, wielding a sharp razor.

While Kasha was preparing what she needed, I grabbed Mei Ling’s nipples and started playing with them. Kind of roughly to be honest, judging by the noises she started making. I pulled my cock, which was getting hard nicely, out of her mouth for a second and looked down at her. “Mei Ling, I would really advise you to remain quiet and not move. If you continue to make noise, I’m going to get harder on your nipples, and you’re going to get cut. You don’t want your pretty cunt to be cut, do you?” Mei Ling feverishly nodded no and stared at me desperately with wide-open eyes. “That’s what I thought, so take my cock, suck it for me, and let’s get this done.” Without waiting for an answer I shoved my cock back in her mouth.

Kasha rubbed shaving cream over Mei Ling’s pussy, and proceeded to use the razor on her carefully, the tip of her tongue endearingly peaking from between her lips while she concentrated on the task. I pinched Mei Ling’s nipples to remind her to focus on my cock, and felt her get back to work. It felt like she was trembling from the effort to not move while Kasha had her hands on her pussy. Kasha was doing a good job shaving her, though I thought her fingers spent just a little bit too much time touching Mei Ling’s clit and pulling her lips. She saw me look at her and flashed me a big smile while accidentally slipping a finger between Mei Ling’s lips. She was obviously having fun with this…

I told Mei Ling to bring her legs up to expose her asshole properly, and she started to whimper around my cock. I pinched her nipples harder again to overcome her hesitation, and Mei Ling obligingly did as she was told. Kasha carefully finished the job and from Mei Ling’s reactions around my cock it was clear that her asshole also received some attention from Kasha’s fingers: “Enough, kitten, clean her up with hot water so we can see the result.” Kasha pouted a little but used a cloth to wipe down Mei Ling. From what I could see, her pussy looked completely bare. I pulled my cock from Mei Ling’s mouth again and stood up. While taking my clothes off, I looked at Mei Ling, who was trying to recover her breath and composure after being used to keep my cock warm while being shaven by Kasha.  

I walked over to Kasha: “Mei Ling, don’t move. We’re not done with you.” I helped Kasha stand up and told her to carry the shaving stuff to the kitchen with me. While she was throwing away the soapy water, I grabbed her hair from behind and pulled back her head to expose her neck. She sighed: “Oooh,” and almost dropped the bowl. Standing still, she allowed me to lick her neck and reach around her to play with her breasts: “Turn around, kitten, and take your bra and panties off.” Kasha complied hastily. “Did you like playing with Mei Ling, kitten?”. “Yes Sir, I did.” She looked thoughtful: “She… has a pretty pussy, Sir, and it feels really soft now. And Sir,” some hesitation now: “she’s very wet already.”

“I know. She gets off on humiliation. She’ll fight it, but her body betrays how she really feels about it.” I slipped my hands under Kasha’s top and pulled it over her head to expose her breasts, then rubbed her nipples. Kasha moaned and pressed closer to me: “Take your skirt off as well, and follow me back to the living room.” Kasha nodded and stepped out of the skirt. In the living room, Mei Ling was still lying on her back, legs spread, head hanging from the table. Apparently, she had finally understood that not following instructions lead to pain, and she should be careful.

I grabbed Kasha’s arm and moved her until she stood between Mei Ling’s legs again. “Kneel, kitten, and put your hands on Mei Ling’s legs.” Kasha complied, and Mei Ling shivered when she felt the hands on her legs.

“Now, you told me you liked how her pussy looked… would you like to taste it?”

Kasha beamed at me: “Yes, Sir! Can I please?”