As promised, Marci called a few days later. Kristina did not recognize the number, but she answered it anyway, not wanting to piss off her blackmailer.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey, bitch! I hope you're ready for some action, girl. You better be free tonight."
In truth, Kristina had a lot of homework to do, but she dared not anger Marci.
"Where do you want me to go?"
"We're coming to you, girl! You have any more lingerie?" asked Marci.
"No, you ripped up my only pair," she answered.
"Well," Marci snickered, "Then when you answer the door tonight, I want you to be in only high heels and that tight tank top you wore the other day. Absolutely nothing else."
"When are you going to..." click. Marci hung up.
Kristina quickly changed out of her pajamas and into her tank top with no bra underneath. She slipped on her three inch heels and sat waiting on the bed. Kristina thought about her sexual enslavement, astonished that she had allowed it to go this far. Knowing that she had relinquished control of her body, she thought that if she could try to enjoy it, it might make her predicament more bearable.
She closed her eyes and remembered Tony fucking her as she sucked Josh, her first anal, her exhibitionism with Marci and the boys. She lowered her fingers to her cunt and tried to derive pleasure from those memories.
It actually started to work, and she managed to get her pussy wet by the time she heard a knock on the door. She rose to her feet and opened the door. Marci pushed the door wide open, and Kristina could see a black man and woman behind her on either side, staring at her lewdly-displayed body. Marci admired her bare bottom half and introduced the two people behind her.
"You see, Kristina, I still hate you. I want to see you get manhandled by by friends here. Chavar, Monique, this is your slave tonight. Call her 'Cunt.'"
Kristina was only half listening, nervous that someone might walk by and see her like this. Sensing her nervousness, Marci stepped inside and Chavar and Monique followed her. Marci slowly closed the door, half hoping that someone would walk by, but no one did.
Kristina turned towards her captors and sized them up. Chavar was clearly an athlete: muscular, tall, broad shoulders. She assumed that he was hung like a horse, given his height and what she had heard about black guys.
Monique was equally strong, almost amazonian in character. Kristina's only sense of relief was that she did not have to wrestle her, as she had wrestled Marci a few days ago. Knowing obedience was her best path to a painless evening, she offered herself to them both.
"How do you want me," she asked.
"Shut the fuck up, cunt," Monique began. "Don't speak until we tell you. Now get on your knees."
Kristina lowered herself to the ground, a position she was becoming familiar with. Chavar and Monique disrobed down to their underwear, and than Kristina received her second order:
"Come over here and finish stripping us with our mouth," said Monique.
Kristina shuffled along on her knees to her two masters and started with Monique. She peeled her lips back so that her teeth could grasp her panties at the hip. She pulled that side down to mid-thigh, and than rotated around to her other hip. She worked that side the same as the other and moved towards the center. Her forehead made contact with Monique's pussy as she clasped her thong in her mouth, than she lowered her head all the way to the ground, removing the panties.
"Not bad, cunt. Now do Chavar."
Kristina used the same approach on him, starting on her left and working her way right. She managed the first few inches easily, but as she bit his waistband above his groin and pulled down, his dick sprang free and smacked her in the right eye.
She jerked backwards in surprise as the enormous slab of flesh struck her face, but quickly composed herself. She worked his boxers down from left to right until they were to the floor.
"Now suck my baby's dick," ordered Monique. Kristina looked up into Chavar's eyes, and could tell he was ready to fuck her. She grabbed his cock at the base and started licking at the tip. He sprung to attention quickly, and Kristina took his pole into her mouth.
Chavar was easily eight or nine inches, and with greater girth than Tony or Josh. He swelled inside her mouth, gaping her as wide as she could go. She was already concerned about what this anaconda would do to her pussy. She popped it out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the bottom of his shaft.
"Whew, someone taught you well," exclaimed Chavar. "Girl, would you take care of her hands," he said to Monique.
"With pleasure, baby," she said to him. She moved behind Kristina and grabbed her hands, then wrenched her arms behind her until they were parallel to the floor.
This rendered Kristina relatively motionless, only able to move backwards or forwards, and only if Monique allowed. Chavar grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth again. He began rocking back and forth, in and out, until he was standing at full erection. Kristina struggled to keep it in her mouth. He was too large to fit in her throat, but he filled her lips completely. When he was inside her mouth, she had to breathe through her nose.
