The Bully

Note, all characters are 18 or older and purely a work of fiction.

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“I hate her! I fucking hate the bitch!” Carolyn cried. “She’s so fucking evil I could kill her,” she spat out.

Ashley hugged her friend, “I know. Why does she hate us so much? I mean, we’ve never done a single thing to her, ever. I still can’t believe what she did to you, though,” she said softly as she stroked her friend’s back.

Allie leaned in hugging her two friends, “We get better grades maybe? We’re not prettier or anything. Maybe because we’re so close?”

“Carolyn looked over, “Pretty? You think she’s pretty?” She shook her head then sighed, “Fuck! I hate to admit it, but she is pretty and has…” she palmed her flat chest.

The two other girls looked at her lack of endowment then at their own and sighed. They were all the same age, or very close. Allie and Carolyn had been born within minutes of each other in the same hospital. That was how the parents became friends so they’d grown up together. Ashley had been born the following week and all three had the same kindergarten teacher. After they found out they all shared the same week, their parents threw one birthday party for all three, the date was Allie’s and Carolyn’s, and Ashley never complained about getting presents a week early. It worked out well as they always seemed to wear the same sizes, had the same tastes so they’d swap gifts. Earlier this year their parents went all out for their 18th birthdays taking them to Orlando. Best birthdays ever!

All three would be considered cute and had similar body types, A or B cups that really did not require bras, slender waists, and narrow hips. Not one would be considered womanly. Carolyn had overheard her uncle ask her dad when she’d reach puberty…and that was last week.

Allie had lustrous auburn hair that came down to her butt. She rarely tied it up or put it in a ponytail. She did like pigtails and her friends braided her hair for when she wanted it like that.

Ashley’s red hair was almost as long and usually kept in a ponytail though she let it flow down her back when she wanted. It was her red mound her friends admired. When they changed to go swimming her friends sometimes commented on how beautiful her pubic patch was…how soft.

Carolyn was a true brunette, with long dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders. She hated her hair thinking how fun it would be to be blonde or a redhead like Ashley, but the truth was her hair glistened in the sun with brilliant reddish hues.

‘Cute but not hot,’ they would complain. They were seniors and not one had been asked to homecoming, nor did they anticipate being asked to prom so they planned on going together.

Ashley sat back, “Maybe she is jealous our mothers pack really good lunches for us every day, I mean, her dad is a doctor and all that but he’s never home and her mother died, maybe she’s jealous,” she repeated.

Brittany Edwards had been hell for the three girls since 6th grade, soon after her mother was taken by cancer. She’d singled them out for her torment for an unknown reason and she’d not let up as the years went by. It wasn’t hard as she’d grown to be an impressive physical specimen, now standing a full 6 feet tall with perfect long blonde hair, and she always seemed to have her posse with her. She could get her way with teachers, the principal, and the school staff just by smiling…and sticking out her impressive chest. She had every male teacher eating out of the palm of her hands.

All their complaints had been ignored, but the attacks escalated their senior year. All three had had what had been described as high-school pranks pulled on them.

Last week, Carolyn had finished gym and had come out of the shower and stopped dead in her tracks not seeing her towel. Then she saw the entire locker room had cleared out and her locker was standing open and empty. Panicking, she saw one sock on the floor, then another leading to the gym. She carefully peeked around the corner and saw her clothes piled at half-court and no one around. She ran out, the sounds of her wet bare feet slapping on the wooden floor, and was halfway there when the lights came on, the boy’s soccer team and her gym class came out from behind the stands clapping and laughing. At first, she stopped dead hearing the wolf whistles and jeers, trying to cover what she could with her arms. Then she sprinted to the clothes, grabbed them, and sprinted back hearing the catcalls and other rude comments.

“Even Coach Matthews was there, that grin of his when we get sweaty,” she blushed, “I knew it was her when she high-fived Ralph. When will they admit it is her? It’s always been that bitch!” she spat out, “And I saw at least a dozen cells pointed at me. In the hallway the next day that asshole James loudly asked his friends where my dick was, I had to have either tits or a dick,” she cried.

Allie hugged her friend thinking back to the horrible things Brittany had done to each of them. Originally, she’d just come over to their lunch table, take their drinks and walk off with them. Another time, she’d somehow gotten into their lockers and replaced the bagged lunches with garbage she must have found in the dumpsters. She’d been creative over the years doing minor things, but this year…

Ashley had her period and was in the girl’s bathroom and Brittany must have slid her phone under the partition. A bunch of 18-year-old seniors had gotten a video of the girl inserting the tampon into her bushy red-haired twat and everyone knew immediately whose that was. That alone would have been bad but you could hear her sigh as if she enjoyed it.

Then, Allie had a boy she had a crush on ask her to meet him after class behind the school. She should have known better, but he’d been nice to her for a week and she’d felt excitement thinking she might get her first kiss. It never occurred to her it was a setup or there was a connection between Brittany stealing her panties during gym and this cute boy asking to see her in private. She crept around the corner and saw the boy smoking. He’d pushed away from the wall and came over and stroked her face while she closed her eyes expecting his lips on hers, and felt herself being grabbed from behind, the image of the laughing boy forever seared in her brain.

She watched in horror as the boy went over and kissed Brittany before grinning back at her. The blonde then pointed at Allie and spat out to the assembled group that this girl had tried to steal her boyfriend. “What did she tell you? She swallows? She’ll do anything you ask? Oh, yeah, she’s ready for your fat cock!” Brittany had then nodded at the boys holding her. They yanked off her skirt exposing her untrimmed bush, Brittany pointing out how prepared she was to fuck the boy. But as boys started to unbutton her blouse, the blonde stopped them, “Why bother? There’s nothing there. She doesn’t even own a bra,” she reached out and painfully pinched a nipple, “Feel for yourself,” she spat as she strode away. Every kid palmed her tiny tits laughing as they felt her up before she was released falling crying on the ground. The video of her dark bush and hands groping her flat chest made the rounds, the sounds of derisive laughter in the background.

“It’s just so unfair,” Carolyn said softly, “we never do anything except run away and cry. Her father seems powerless to control her also. I saw them at the mall and she was ordering him to buy her that white leather jacket and he looked beaten.”

“Ok, then let’s not,” Allie said firmly, “Let’s do something,” she looked thoughtful. “I have it,” she jumped up.

The other two girls listened, at first looking doubtful, then slowly nodding. “I think we can pull it off. I’d hate to be the downer here, but you really think her father would go along with it?”

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“Girls, come in. Have a seat. You said you are friends with my daughter?” Dr. Edwards smiled as he sat back down. “I thought she only had boyfriends,” he sighed, “or boys she got to do her bidding. What can I do for you?” he asked.

“Sir, we’re not exactly friends. We know this was a ruse, but we felt it was important.” Allie stood, pressed a button on her phone, and handed it to the man, “There are three videos we’d like to show you,” she said as the man stared at the screen. The first was the one with Allie being held by the boys and he could clearly hear her daughter’s voice giving the orders. “The school maintained they could not identify the perpetrators even after I reported it and named all the kids.”

He looked pale, “She arranged that?” Seeing the girl nod he groaned. Then he took the phone and watched the next two videos. He leaned back and looked at the ceiling. “She was such a sweet girl, then her mother died. I’m truly sorry she took whatever it is out on you girls. I’ll make sure she is grounded and I’ll take away her car her…”

“She’s 18, so can you really ground her? We were thinking of something else,” Allie interrupted. She laid out their plans and what they’d need from him. “And we promise not to hurt her. This is more just desserts and hopefully, a message saying, don’t fuck with us anymore,” she finished. She looked doubtfully at her friends now realizing how insane this whole thing was, how totally illegal.

Carolyn and Ashley wondered if they’d get thrown out or get arrested for plotting, but relaxed seeing the man sit back and nod.

“Here,” he pulled out a script pad, “Take this downstairs. Individually, they’re just pain killers, but with 10 Mg. of this one and 20 of this you should…um tame the wild beast,” he pointed at the two drugs, “She’ll be out in under a minute and you’ll have an hour before she comes to. I beg you, please don’t hurt her. Teach her a lesson. She’s still my little girl,” he sighed. “One more thing. I need to see the entire video to be sure you never hurt her, Ok?” Seeing them nod he stood up. “Good luck,” he said as they got up to leave his office. He thought about the last six years and how she’d bullied him into buying her that custom pink A8 and getting her bedroom furniture that cost more than most of the other rooms in the house combined.

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Brittany sneered to herself as the girls had walked away from their meals momentarily to go pet a puppy. What a bunch of simpletons! She grabbed the unopened bottle of cola, spitting into the other two, and quickly headed back to her car. She’d stopped to pick up some food for dad, though she’d never known him to ever eat fast food. She didn’t mind because she loved it, just that he’d said he had a hankering for a burger. Hankering? she snickered, you can take the man out of Georgia but you can’t take Georgia out of the man. How could a doctor sound so much like a hick? She was so embarrassed when he came to school and gave a talk on safe sex and STDs. She climbed into her Audi and uncapped the cola. Why was she so thirsty? she wondered…dad did over-salt the eggs this morning, and why does stolen cola taste better than purchased? She downed the entire bottle before feeling funny. The building in front of her warped then doubled as everything went black.

The girls came up to the car and looked in at the limp body, “It’s a fucking stick-shift. They still make those? Let’s get her in mom’s van,” she said as she looked around. They wanted to drop Brittany’s car off at the mall in case she had a way to track where they’d taken her using the GPS. She had parked far away from all other cars to protect the finish so it made it easy to transfer her into the back of the van, well not easy, just out of sight of most cars. She wasn’t fat, but she was definitely a large girl. Easily 125 lbs. of muscle and her womanly assets. “Carolyn, you better drive this, we’ll follow you.”

“So you’re sure your parents are gone until Sunday night,” Allie asked as they closed the garage door behind them. “We can turn back now, take her back to her car and she’ll wake up none the wiser, but if we take her inside, it’s felony kidnapping,” she looked at her friends.

Carolyn sighed, “That ship has sailed. As soon as we loaded her into the van…hopefully they’ll put us in adjoining cells. I’d miss you guys.”

“Oh hell, we spent hundreds at that store and have your living room all set up with the table and cameras. Let’s do this,” Ashley smiled. “At least we’ll think back on this and smile when we’re some dyke’s bitch. God! I hope she’s not as big as Brittany,” she groaned as she tried to pull the blonde out of the car.

Allie chuckled, “I’ve been itching to try all those things out. Let’s get her inside and trussed up like these pictures. Damn! She’s a load when she’s limp like this. We should have taken Harold’s offer to help,” she chuckled, “but I’m not sure he was being totally altruistic. Ashley, remember we owe him pictures, the perv.”

Brittany groaned as she came to. She tried to open her eyes but she’d been blindfolded, and when she went to pull it off she couldn’t move her hands or her head. They’d put headphones on her and she could hear nothing. She started to writhe violently but was unable to move at all and felt cool air on her skin, her legs were spread uncomfortably wide with ankles shoulder high. She couldn’t imagine a more vulnerable position to be in as she was aware of the coolness on her pussy and anus.

She began praying to get released, to get rescued. She’d been a good Christian girl, always going to church, never letting any boys touch her naked body…ok, except to play with her boobs, and now here she was, not just stripped bare, but opened up like a whore. She’d never touched a penis and shuddered thinking what these people might do.

She teared up wondering who was seeing her like this, boys? Men? What if she were taken by fucking dykes?. “Where am I? Who are you? Fuck you whoever you are. Untie me…untie me now!” she screamed. She wondered who was there. Was this one person? Two? A room full? She tried to hear anything but the fucking headset was doing its job. She wondered if she’d ever be able to put on her own pair at home ever again.

It has to be nerd Harold! She’d seen him leering at her showing off his boy scout knots a few weeks ago, the suggestive look on his face when he pulled the loops around his wrists made her shiver. She shuddered thinking of his pimply face kissing her, kissing her nipples…sliding his skinny dick inside her…Christ, her vagina or ass. Or maybe the two lower-class boys she’d flashed her bra-covered boobs at outside the mall which made them stroke the front of their pants and make lewd suggestions. They didn’t know where she lived. She’d made sure of that and that was over in Dalton County. “Who are you? Please let me go,” she cried. “I’ll tell no one ever. You have my word.” Brett? She’d told him a hand job was out of the question after she rubbed the front of his pants…the first erection she’d felt and she knew he wasn’t pleased. Shit! Not Coach Matthews! He’d come into the locker room after all the other girls left and kicked her towel away before she could grab it. If Stella hadn’t started singing that raunchy song in the hallway she was sure he’d have raped her, instead he laughed and scanned her body once more before telling her she’d be late for her next class. She’d reported him, but with no witnesses, and after winning state, he was the school darling.

Maybe she was tied up and left for strangers to find. She could be alone or in the middle of the gym. Wait! Those little cunts! That Carolyn bitch and her lez friends had to be behind this. The entire school could be in the stands taking pictures of her naked like this. She pulled against the restraints and screamed, “If this is your idea of a joke you fucking cunts I’ll make your lives a living hell!” What was this throbbing in her crotch? This is demeaning, degrading and she was getting wet? On the other hand, it couldn’t be those weak mousy little girls, they literally didn’t have the balls to pull this off.

What if she were in the middle of the woods…? she shuddered. Wild animals, hikers…a mountain man…no, this is indoors…a cabin? She pulled hard again before collapsing back. She felt tears well up wondering who did this and why. It didn’t help that she’d made dozens of enemies so the list kept scrolling through her head.

Brittany froze as she felt fingers on her left breast. “Stop it, let me go whoever you are! Let me go and I won’t say a word. Please, please let me go, please…”

A man’s voice came through the headset, “Shut the fuck up while we figure out who’s going to use you first,” he said angrily. ‘Whose voice is that? Is that the thoracic surgeon that works with dad? He does like to get really close…or is it dad’s mechanic?’

Allie put down her phone with the voice changer app and looked at her friends. They decided to get naked also since a lot of their plans required that, but she realized she’d have to edit the tape to blur their faces.

Carolyn patted the girl’s boob then went over to the bag and pulled out the riding crop, “Remember when our parents gave us riding lessons?” she asked, “Did you ever consider we’d be using these like this?” she giggled as she slapped her butt, “Ow! Wow, that stings,” she yelped. “We’ll need to be a bit gentle, otherwise…” she looked at the red welt on her ass. She stepped over to the struggling girl, looked down, and gently smacked her nipple. She felt a rush as the blonde struggled and cried out. She smacked the other one, this time a bit harder, feeling the excitement as their hated torturer’s breasts flopped around. It was like that whack-a-mole game trying to hit the swollen pink nipples as the girl writhed trying to get away.

“I think we need to escalate,” Allie suggested pointing to the wide-open crotch. She moved between the blonde’s legs, directing her camera as “Smack!” the crop slapped the pink folds. Do it again, I think she likes this,” she said as she knelt down getting a close-up of the leather slapped over and over on the humping crotch. She told Carolyn to hit the pussy more rapidly and nodded as she listened to the girl’s yelps becoming louder. “Softer, here,” she tapped the pronounced nub. She nodded hearing the tenor change in the blonde’s voice.

Brittany was crying out with the stings repeatedly inflicted on her poor pussy, but then the person started tapping softly on her clit, she moaned loudly before biting her lip. Something was happening, she was pretty sure what it was and fought it.

Allie stepped over and pulled on both nipples, snapping them back. Then she pulled harder thinking this would cause the blonde to cry out in pain, but instead she made these strange panting sucking sounds. Brittany’s face, neck, and chest were bright red and there was a gleam of sweat on her heaving breasts. “I think she’s getting off on this,” she whispered. She looked at her friends and pointed.

Carolyn nodded and instead rapidly slapped the girl’s asshole causing the blonde to grunt, her pelvis humping the air as if trying to get the leather to smack her clit again.

“Ok guys, let’s stop and step away. I’m not sure, but I think she’s close to orgasming and we can’t have that,” Allie whispered. “This is not working out as we thought.”

Brittany had resigned herself to the embarrassment of orgasming in front of these people whoever they were, feeling the intense ache in her pussy increase rapidly, but then all sensations stopped. She pulled at the restraints on her wrists wanting nothing more than to rub her twat. She’d heard other girls talk about orgasms or cumming, but she’d always tried to tune them out as she’d always tried to be a good girl. Mom told her proudly how pleased dad was to learn that her white wedding dress was no lie. She felt the aching subside almost crying out in disappointment.

The three girls headed to the kitchen and Allie looked at her friends, “I thought we’d have her crying and begging for mercy, but I think instead we see how close we can come to her orgasming…cumming? Whatever, we torture her with pleasure,” she looked at her friends, “or we go with the original plan. Perhaps we get her addicted to being tied up and used…I read about that in Cosmo,” she smiled.

Ashley looked doubtful, “I think we let her cool off for 15 minutes, and then we do what we originally wanted,” she said softly.

Carolyn chuckled, “You want to strap that thing on again. I saw how you were looking at us last night when you put it on.”

Allie smiled, “Yeah, like I was going to bend over when you asked me to grab the instructions. Ok, we’ll go with plan A, but we do have all night to tease her but if we make her get hooked on being tied up that works also. Ash, get ready. Carolyn…good luck.” She shook her head, “I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”

Ashley had drawn the short straw and used the lubricant to get Brittany’s pussy ready. The other girls told her to wear latex gloves or something, but she’d knelt between those legs and at first gently applied the gel, pushed one finger, then two inside her vagina, smiling as the girl struggled. She looked up at them, “I guess that’s good, I mean how deep do I have to go?” she asked, wiping off her finger, “She’s already pretty wet so you should be fine,” she looked at the pink folds framed by the coarse hair, then picked up the ugly black object. She looked doubtfully at her friends, “I should have worn the fucking glove,” she sighed as she squirted some lube onto her finger and pressed it into the tight anus ignoring the girl’s pleas.

Brittany tried to tighten her sphincter but as they’d tied her legs splayed wide she finally gave up. The gel they were putting inside her was cool and didn’t feel terrible but she knew what it was for and gritted her teeth. She loudly sighed when the finger pulled out. She was waiting for the inevitable when she felt the pressure followed by stinging pain.

Ashley pushed harder on the tapered plastic object, “People use this on purpose?” she asked. She looked doubtful but pushed harder it up. “I cannot believe this will fit,” she mumbled. The blonde screamed as it popped in when the tiny girl put her weight behind it. She sat back and looked at her friends, “I don’t see blood, but wow! was that tight! I hope I didn’t damage her,” she sputtered, “We can’t hurt her. We promised.”

Allie came over and looked, “She’s relaxing, I think she’s ok.” She looked over at Carolyn, “Your turn. You, you’d better get your stuff on,” she said looking at Ashley.

Carolyn looked worriedly at the blonde, “What if she bites me?” She looked over at Ash who was struggling with the straps, “I wish I’d drawn…hang on, I can help,” she sighed. She knelt down in front of her naked friend adjusting the length and fit of the harness. She looked up at her friend, “I know this might sound a bit lez, but you have the prettiest twat, and this is a great look on you,” she stroked the realistic-looking erection, “Crap. This is too cold. It needs to be body temperature or she’ll know…” She took the flesh-feeling cock in her mouth. She had to open wide but was able to get half inside. She gripped the shaft and felt it warming up as she sucked more of it into her mouth.

“Oh shit,” Ashley sighed, “Stop…or don’t,” she sputtered as she felt her knees getting weak. She stroked her friend’s hair, “Wow! This hits right…” she pointed to her crotch. She staggered back when her friend popped the dildo out of her mouth, rubbing her jaw.

Allie looked at her friends. They’d been naked around each other before, but this was different. A lot different…they’d never had any sexual thoughts about each other…until now…now they all sported extremely hard nipples and were flushed…her twat was really wet…throbbing in anticipation and her friends’ pussies looked swollen. She wanted to get some tissue as she felt some wetness between her legs as if she’d wet herself.

She spoke into her phone, “Shut up, bitch,” the deep male voice said. “No one can hear you,” the voice continued, “We have cameras, and if you don’t cooperate your family and the whole school will be getting the videos. Tell me you understand.”

Brittany hesitated still remembering the searing pain in her ass. At least that went away, now just a full feeling, but what else do they have planned? “Please don’t. I’m sorry if I did anything to you. I promise to be good. Please don’t…fuck me,” she cried.

Allie nodded at Carolyn who slapped the girl’s left tit causing her to cry out, then spoke again, “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, yes. I understand, please don’t…I’ve never, I can’t…I’m not…ow!” she cried as her other breast got slapped. This time, the hand brushed across her nipple and she gasped. It was like an electric shock went from the breast to her vagina. Why were they so sensitive? Did they do something to her, some drug to enhance arousal? Daddy says they don’t exist. Whose voice was that? she wondered. He sounded older, maybe 25 or so. She did tease her dad’s intern suggesting she might have a lump on her breast and leave him with that boner out in the hallway. He looked so embarrassed when she’d spun away as the three nurses walked by giggling.

Allie looked at her friends, “Ok, you guys ready?” They looked down at the incredible body of the blonde girl. Each one had jealously felt those breasts marveling at the size, perfect nipples hardening when they’d undressed her. Allie had taken great close-ups of her nipples, breasts, and pussy for Harold. She hoped that would satisfy him. She might be a bitch, but the girl did have incredible tits which they’d always suspected daddy had paid for but after squeezing them they could tell they were real. But mass, shape, and firmness aside they felt envious looking at those nipples. Huge areolas with fat tips that stuck out when stimulated. Her labia were full and gracefully curled open when they tied her legs wide apart hinting of pink inside, but they now seemed swollen and had opened up even more showing her smooth pink passage. The effect was as if the door opened with a ‘welcome inside’ sign.

Ashley walked over between Brittany’s legs, her penis bouncing in front of her, stifling a moan as it kept hitting her just right. It looked obscene, flesh-colored, and glistening with spit. The three girls had wondered if all men had cocks this big and the nice man behind the counter offered to show them his, but they took his word for it that this was a normal-sized penis. He seemed sincerely interested in helping them but his suggestion that they go in the back with him to see the special toys made them suspect he wanted more than to make a good sale.

“Oh, God! No, I’m a v…mmmmmmpppphhh,” she screamed as the warm dildo eased into her virgin pussy while a moist pussy pressed against her mouth. The pain shot through her crotch and she’d thought she was split in half. She’d put tampons in, but this was huge, fat. The pain made tears dampen the blindfold. ‘It’s a dick! A man’s dick!’ she thought miserably. ‘This is how I’ll always remember losing my virginity? At least it no longer hurts, it…oooohhhh,’ she thought as her vagina was being stretched more and more as he buried his dick inside her, hitting her clitoris. She’d never once masturbated, never felt anything like this before. Then her attention was drawn to the slimy twat rubbing on her lips.

She tried to turn her head, and keep her lips tightly clenched but they were being bruised as the woman or girl pushed down on her. She tried not to do anything other than try to turn her head. She struggled even though she knew she’d have to give in eventually, but she wasn’t going to make it easy. This was the grossest thing that ever happened to her and she wasn’t ever going to forget it. When she tracked down the cunt doing this to her, she’d make sure she suffered. Then she felt fingers on her nose.

Carolyn reached down, pinching the girl’s nostrils and as she opened her mouth she pressed her pussy against her and let her breathe through her nose again. At first, it was nothing much different, but she felt it. It was like an electric shock went through her as Brittany’s tongue began licking her. “Oh God!” she sighed, “you guys have to feel this,” she said as she slid her pussy back wanting more on her clit. ‘Shit! Why do I suddenly have to pee?’ she thought ‘No way, I went just a half-hour ago, Oh my God!’ she sighed as the tongue attacked her aroused nub.

Brittany resigned herself to getting this over with and had an idea what the cunt wanted. She could tell by the jerking pelvis she was doing it right and focused on the hard nub. Also, whatever the guy was doing to her pussy was incredible. She didn’t want to let on, but she was responding. She felt a growing pleasure between her legs as that huge cock drove deeper inside her and the smell nor the taste was that bad. She wondered why she could suddenly hear someone grunting when she realized it was her own voice and tried to stop.

Carolyn looked at her friends in surprise and leaned back to show the tongue eagerly exploring her pussy. She leaned back a bit more as Allie took a camera and got a close-up of Brittany eagerly licking the girl’s wet slit and clit. She sighed and lowered her pussy back down and leaned forward feeling the tongue probe inside her lips. She mouthed, ‘Wow!’ to her friends but looked where Ashley was pointing.

The cute brunette indicated the glistening shaft and mouthed, “Blood!” This never occurred to them that this slut was actually still a virgin. She felt a sudden shame as if she’d crossed a line but also felt a sense of retribution as she pulled out and pushed back in. They’d had to look up porn videos on how to do this, though they had a general idea. At first, the strong blonde had been straining against the ropes, but as they’d tied her legs as far apart as they could the struggling seemed to make it easier to penetrate deeper. Brittany had moaned in pain with the initial penetration but now her moans were becoming deeper and rather than try to close her legs, she was actually opening them wider, her pussy getting wetter.

Ashley began pumping harder, deeper as she’d seen those men do in the videos and watched the girl’s pelvis rocking with each thrust seemingly wanting more. Crap! Is she enjoying this?

Brittany never felt anything like this. She’d started out angry, frustrated at being completely powerless. She’s always been the one in control and she’d never felt more humiliation in her life. Whoever these people were, they were going to pay…pay dearly, perhaps with their lives…and then something clicked inside her. She was powerless and it felt right making parts of her ache and throb in a way she’d never known to be possible. Whoever this guy was fucking her was huge! He hurt her at first and the despair over losing her cherry was enough to make her cry, but the powerful scent of the aroused woman and the fat cock burying itself deeper in her vagina made the aching increase rapidly. She tried to resist the feeling, tried to quell the rising arousal. Then the cunt sitting on her face put her hands on her tits.

Carolyn was starting to feel more of the aching so she instinctively leaned forward, her hands on those huge boobs while grinding against the flicking tongue. She was aware of the hard nipples and began pinching and pulling on them while supporting herself on those massive boobs. The girl was no longer struggling but now sucking on her twat, her tongue eagerly licking all the juices. Her trimmed mound was rising to meet each thrust and her grunts were getting louder.

Brittany knew what was happening, not from experience, but from reading, and from what other girls described. It was always defined as hard to put into words, but she found some anyway, “Oohhhhhh!” she cried into the wet cunt on her face, “Mmmmmppphhh, mmmmpppphhh, mmpphhh.”

The three girls looked at each other shaking their heads in wonder, “Maybe we did this all wrong,” Allie said softly. She had an urge to put down the camera and put her hand between her legs but nodded as Ashely pulled out, the obscene-looking tool dripping with fluids.

“Your turn,” Ashley said as she unstrapped the harness. She looked over at Carolyn whose eyes were closed, her fingers pinching the blonde’s nipples while humping her face. “I think our friend is not ready to swap out yet, so you go ahead. I’m going to get down here to really capture it.”

Allie grabbed another of the phallic toys, looked at the dial, and shrugged. She lubed it up, turned the dial to 10, and shoved it into the sopping slit. Wow! She’d be trying this on herself when they were done. This wasn’t torture at all. Brittany was writhing and grunting loudly and it sounded like she was having another orgasm. Ashly slapped her ass and she nodded and knelt between the blonde’s legs, pulled out the butt-plug, and quickly tossed it aside.

Brittany was riding an even more explosive climax when the pressure suddenly released in her ass. She was trying to get her mind clear, to somehow fight it, but the man shoved his dick into the rear and even though it didn’t hurt, it wasn’t comfortable. As she thought about fighting it, the twat on her face got wetter, the humping more frenzied and she knew she’d gotten the woman off. She wanted to hate the fat cock in her ass, wanted to fight it, but her body had other ideas. She found herself responding, lifting her ass to allow deeper penetration. The intense vibration in her pussy, the incredible full feeling in her ass was too much and she came again, her reality spinning away.

The three girls looked at each other. Carolyn was climbing off the blonde’s face whose features had gone completely slack. “She’s breathing. I think she passed out,” she said. “Does that happen when you have sex?”

Allie pulled out of the ass, “I guess.” She went over and grabbed another toy, lubed it, turned it on, and slid it into the still open asshole.

Carolyn went over to the bag, pulled out the nipple clips, and shrugged at the others before pulling up each nipple and clamping them on. “We should have invited Harold, I mean he’ll see her naked body anyhow, but this isn’t as demeaning as I’d hoped,” she sighed.

Brittany was coming around. Her nipples were on fire and they’d put a vibrator in her ass. The amount of stimulation was incredible and felt another orgasm coming on. Her mouth eagerly opened as warm flesh was lowered onto her mouth. This pussy was tangier and the pubes were softer. She had a sudden thought, redheads have softer, finer pubes. This is that Ashley cunt. She wanted to do something, something mean but as waves of pleasure shot through her body she eagerly attacked the girl’s pussy. She wondered who the guy was and who else was there, but it no longer mattered.

Ashley looked at Carolyn, “Oh wow! You were not kidding,” she moaned. “What are you doing?” she asked as Allie handed the camera to Carolyn and knelt between the blonde’s legs.

She looked at the writhing crotch and at her friends, “I’d like to know how it tastes. Just a taste,” she said.

Brittany couldn’t believe it could get any better. She sucked on the redhead’s pussy, swallowing all the juices. The vibrations were incredible, but feeling the mouth on her mound, her clit caused her to cry out and push up on the restraints against that mouth. Was it a guy? A girl? Does it matter? she thought as another orgasm ripped through her.

Allie found she enjoyed the taste, enjoyed the response she was part of flicking her tongue on the erect clit. Her hand was between her legs, exploring, finding what felt good while anticipating the blonde’s tongue.

After all three girls got off on Brittany’s oral attention, they decided to give the girl a break.

Feeling the devices vacate her orifices and the vibrations stop, Brittany groaned and collapsed back. “I don’t know who you are,” she lied, “But I promise not to peek or take off the headphones if you untie me,” she asked. “I will do whatever you want…please? I really have to pee,” she said plaintively.

The two other girls looked at Allie who nodded.

Brittany rubbed her wrists and flexed her ankles, “Thanks. Can I go to the bathroom?” She asked.

They led her down the hallway and guided her to the toilet. They were a bit surprised she never once tried to get away, never tried to peek. When they got back to the living room, she felt around for the table they’d set up and laid face down. Without a word, she gripped the legs and opened her legs wide, her crotch and ass sticking up. She sighed happily as they restrained her wrists. There was no need to tie up her ankles as she’d already opened herself wide.

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Allie found a man’s voice who sounded like a 60 or 70-year-old redneck and the blonde girl went nuts. It seemed their bully had a thing for old, not just older men, or was it the redneck aspect.

They took turns through the night getting very skilled at getting the girl close to orgasming over and over before giving in to her crying for release. They took turns sleeping so one of them was torturing the girl who periodically passed out after explosive orgasms. They kept coming back to that voice whenever they decided to let the girl get her release.

Brittany never once peeked, never tried to discover who was tormenting her so pleasurably, and even once felt around for the nipple clips after a bathroom break, putting them back on. It was driving her nuts knowing there were multiple people, both male, and female, but a part of her did not want to know. She’d never felt one orgasm in her life before this and by morning she’d long lost count of how many rushes of exquisite release she’d cried out to.

The three girls made sure the noise-canceling headset was constantly charged, changing the male voices periodically. Allie wised they’d taken notes to time how quickly the girl came while being fucked and hearing the different male voices. It was obvious any older man will be having his way with this bitch in the future…the more redneck the easier he’d get what he wanted. She also seemed to get off faster with a cock in each hole and not just the 7″ cocks, the huge fat ones.

Allie looked at her watch. “Sad, but all good things must come to an end. How do we get her dressed and back to her car?” she asked Carolyn. She looked over at the blonde girl cried out expletives as she came again. “Sad, isn’t it?” she nodded at Ashley aggressively fucking the girl’s ass while roughly using a dildo in her pussy, “I’d never orgasmed before tonight, I’d like to feel that again.”

The red-haired girl grinned at her friends as she slammed the 10″ cock into the girl’s ass. She was considering how to ask the other two to do her with one of these later, maybe not this one, but the smaller one.

“I don’t think that will be a problem. We’ll order her to dress making sure the blindfold and headset stays on, then we’ll drive her back to her car, tape her hands to her steering wheel so it will take a while to get free. That should give us time.”

Carolyn nodded, “I can stay and watch. There’re dumpsters behind the buildings. I’d hate it if she couldn’t get free. Strange, but I’m not pissed at her anymore. I shouldn’t say this, but I enjoyed making her happy,” she paused, “stupid, isn’t it?”

Allie laughed, “Reverse Stockholm syndrome? Hell, I agree with you, it has been fun seeing how many times we could get her to cum.” She nodded at Ashley, “Your turn with the John Holmes,” she grinned. “Then we need to clean up before your parents get home. Knowing your dad, he’d be all over punishing us with this stuff.”

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