Blackmail at the University

Thomas glanced at his calendar. “Right now. I got a half hour before my meeting with the board. Then I can call Jill up to come over and get your car while I store you away for a couple of hours. You’ll eat lunch here before we take you home tonight for dinner.” He cast a roving eye up and down her body. “I trust that you have no problem with those clothes being ruined?”

Elsa shrugged and spread her hands in a fashionable pose. “Why do you think I wore ratty jeans and an oversized t-shirt to this meeting?” she smiled coyly at him.

Thomas shared her smile. Then he locked the door to his office suite before he dialed up his secretary to make sure that they wouldn’t be disturbed before his meeting. Then he turned towards Elsa with a sly, predatory smile on his face. Elsa got up and feigned horror and shock as he advanced on her. She wasn’t stupid enough to scream out or anything, not in the middle of a busy campus even if the office was on the top of a 7 floor admin building. No, she played the game of being some hapless teen being raped by the Dean, or Teacher, or whatever was going on in his mind as he bent her over backwards over his desk, clutching at her slender wrists. Then his hands were on her shirt collar, wrenching it open with his hands. The thin fabric tore easily, exposing her equally old and ratty lace bra underneath that she’d been meaning to replace anyway.

He took all of five minutes to rip, cut and tear the clothes from her body until she was finally naked and bent over his now naked lap while he sat in his plush office chair. Her panties were stuffed into her mouth and he was spanking her with a special padded glove that he had just for this occasion. Elsa knew that he liked to play in his office with his wife all the time and wondered just what all he had in here. She knew that he also had an auxiliary office to the side of the office suite that he’d converted into a small studio room for those days that he needed to crash here instead of going home.

Whop… whop… whop… Thomas spanked her ass with the fur padded glove while Elsa silently endured it. Had they been at his place… or this were late at night after everyone had gone home… he would’ve been doing this with his bare hand and she would’ve turned on the crying and the tears for him. She knew his type and knew that he got off on the CNC, Consensual/Nonconsensual, scenarios. It was his secret kink. Since time was of the essence, Thomas then threw her down to the floor, pinned her down with his hands on her wrists, and fucked her hard and fast until he spent inside of her. Once he was done, he grabbed her by her braid and led her on her hands and knees into the studio apartment off to the left.

When they were in the room, Thomas ordered her to stand up and he led her over to a walk-in closet. He pushed her face up against the wall to the side of the door while he went in. Thomas came out with leather lace-up gloves that went up to Elsa’s shoulders. He bound her arms behind her back inside of them and then led her into the closet. In the middle she saw that he had a one-bar prison. It was one of those impaling bars with a double dildo on it that when fully upright and inserted into someone, they wouldn’t be able to move off of it. Elsa went gooey in the legs at the sight of it. She made a show of resisting as he dragged her over to it. Thomas ran the bar up, easing the dildos up inside of her pussy and ass, and locking it into place so that she was up on her tip toes. Then he shackled her ankles into place out to the side so that she her weight settled down onto the bar and dildos. After that, he put the padded clamps up under her armpits and clamped it down over her shoulders so the whole thing would support her weight and wouldn’t hurt her for being on it an extended amount of time. Finally, her neck was locked into place in a metal collar attached to the pole that ran up the middle of her back.

“One last thing,” Thomas said. He took out a pair of nipple clamps, that he attached to Elsa’s breasts, flipped a switch that started the two dildos buzzing inside of her at a slow rate, and then put a ball gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. “Perfect,” he said, leaning in and kissing her cheek. “See you later today,” he added happily, closing the door behind him as he left her alone inside the dark, quiet closet.

Elsa orgasmed just from the feeling of being alone and helpless shortly after that and was reduced to a quivering, drooling mess.

*

To Brooke’s surprise, the boys were texting her late Friday morning with the ultimatum to meet with her or else her wife’s career was in jeopardy. She replied that she would do so after she got off from work and then immediately texted Elsa to let her know that the game was afoot. Elsa replied back at lunchtime with a short response as she was tied up, literally, with the Dean all weekend as payment of her favor to let this little game go on. Brooke took it in stride as she was preparing to be tied up by the boys all weekend as well. They’d talked about this last night and had planned accordingly by clearing out any appointments they had and telling all of their friends and family that they’d be indisposed.

What wasn’t to her surprise was the fact that they’d told her to go to a small truck stop, diner, and motel just outside of town that was just off the interstate. She figured that this is where it would start at and it would end back at her and Elsa’s home. When she got into the diner, she saw three college aged boys, two of which she recognized from the FaceTime video last night that she recorded, sitting in a booth in the back, waving her over. Brooke steadied herself, took a deep breath, made a show about having second thoughts and being uncertain, and then walked over to them, subtly thumbing on the digital recorder that she had hidden in her purse.

*

“Man, I can’t believe that she’s doing this,” Bo mused under his breath as Brooke walked over to the booth.

“I can’t believe that we’re doing this…” Mike muttered. “Man, we going to go to jail…”

“Shaddup,” Daniel hissed to them. “Here she comes.” They all three straightened up their act by the time Brooke slid into the booth across from them. “Hello, Mrs. Riley,” he said cordially. “I’m Daniel, this is Mike and Bo,” he motioned to each as he made the introductions.

“What is all of this about?” Brooke asked. “You said that this had to do with my wife.”

“Well, ma’am…” Bo said, folding his hands solemnly and adopting a somber tone. “There’s no easy way to say this so we’ll just say it; your wife has been cheating on you.”

“Cheating?” Brooke gasped. “With who?”

“With us,” Daniel said with mock seriousness. He brought out his phone and showed the most recent picture to her that had been taken with Bo’s phone. Her green eyes widened with shock at seeing Elsa being fucked from behind by him. “Now, we’d like to keep these pictures quiet, as if they were released to our school, well, that’d be the end of her career.”

“So why tell me?” Brooke looked at them with alarm, eyes flicking among the three of them.

“Because we believe that you’ll be more… amicable.” Bo explained. “We’ve reserved a room here at the motel if you’d like to hear our terms.”

Brooke’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of woman do you take me for? This is blackmail and I won’t stand for it!”

“Oh but you will,” Bo said with a sly smile. “Because if you don’t walk out of here with us, then we’ll release these to the Dean of our University. Elsa Riley will be fired within minutes. Then there is the matter of your own job…”

“Don’t…” Brooke said in a small voice, shaking her head in wide-eyed fright. “Please…”

Daniel matched his evil grin. “Does your place of employment know that you’re a lesbian and that you frequent strip clubs with your… wife.”

Brooke let out a long, defeated sigh as she hung her head. “What do you want from me?”

“We want you to come to our room so that we can further discuss things,” Bo said, standing up and offering her his hand. “Let’s go.” Brooke took it and allowed herself to be pulled up and walked out by the three of them. Already, Bo was hard inside of his pants as he wondered if Brooke was as tight as her wife was. He’d soon find out. He smiled as he glanced back at Daniel and Mike. They were grinning with anticipation as well; Daniel at the prospect of fucking another woman and Mike for the fact that they actually were going to get away with this.

They led Brooke to the second floor of the strip motel all the way down at the end, furthest away from the office that they could get. The boys had pooled their money to get it for the night. After tonight, though, they’d have enough leverage on Brooke to move to a more… comfortable… locale. Despite the fact that they were outright blackmailing her and her wife, Bo was cordial by opening the door for her and allowing her to precede them inside. They locked and bolted the door behind them after hanging a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the knob. Brooke went over to the far twin bed over by the window, furthest in the room, crossed her arms, and sat nervously down on the foot of the bed. “Alright, we’re here, now what do you want with me?” she asked, taking her purse off of her shoulder and setting it down on the floor.

“I think that you know,” Daniel said, his grin broadening out into a beaming smile.

“No, I don’t know. Now what do you want to talk with me here that we couldn’t do back in the diner,” she asked, looking at each one of them fearfully in turn and noting that they were blocking the only door out of here.

“If we have to spell it out for you, like we did with your wife,” Bo chortled, “then you’re going to strip for us, lay down on the bed, and let us fuck you.”

“Or else… what?” Brooke asked.

Bo sighed and rolled his eyes, not believing that he had to do this with her. “Or else we release all the photos and videos we have of you to both of your bosses so that you’ll be fired, that’s what.” He said crossly. “Then your asses will be out on the streets, whoring yourselves out to make rent since you’ll never get a job in this town ever again. Now start taking off your clothes!”

“What do I get out of this?” Brooke demanded. “This isn’t fair! You can just keep the photos after… if… I agree to this!”

“Okay…” Daniel shrugged. “Tell you what; we’ll delete all the photos and videos that we have of you and Elsa after tonight. We’ll do it right here in front of you so that you can see it, and we’ll let you watch us do it on all of our phones. Alright?” He asked, looking at and nodding to Mike and Bo, who were nodding their agreement. What she didn’t know is that Mike was standing by to start recording things off of his iPad for tonight’s session that would leverage them getting to Brooke and Elsa’s house so that they could have their own orgy there. Then it would snowball from there as they deleted old stuff off of their phones and recorded new stuff to use. It was a classic ambush blackmail scheme that they’d read about.

“Fine…” Brooke said, with a heavy sigh. She stood up and quickly peeled her blouse up over her head, tossing it aside towards the window. The guys went silent with hungry looks on their faces as they feasted their eyes onto her breast clad in only a padded taupe bra. Mike reached down and pressed the record button on his iPad that he’d put on the room’s desk facing the beds and subtlety looked at the screen to make sure it was catching Brooke in all of her glory. Brooke unzipped her tan skirt, letting it drop to her feet where she then kicked it aside to join her white blouse. Her modest pumps followed behind it.

Bo, impatient as ever, shucked his T-shirt off and went over to stand to Brooke’s right at the corner of the bed as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She glanced uneasily up at him as she tossed it over to her growing pile of clothes, crossing one arm over her modest breasts. Bo pulled her arm away and reached down to grope and squeeze her right breast. She whimpered as she sat back down on the corner of the bed to wiggle out of her matching tan panties, revealing the neatly trimmed red thatch of hair covering her mound. Daniel walked over to join in on the action, standing on the other side of Brooke to fondle her left breast. He then got out of his shirt and undid his pants, lowering them just enough for him to get his hard, throbbing cock out.

Now Brooke looked at his manhood hanging out, shying away from it. Daniel grabbed her hand and placed it over his cock, making her close a fist around it and stroke it. Soon her hand was moving on its own as she realized that she really didn’t have a choice in this matter. Her face grimaced with disgust and revulsion as Bo did the same thing; forcing her to stroke his cock as well as he and Daniel continued to molest her pert little breasts. Bo pinched her hardened brown nipple while Daniel brushed her other one back and forth with his thumb.

Mike, in the meantime, was making sure that the iPad was positioned correctly amid taking clothes off. He was the first one of the guys totally naked. Emboldened by his friends and realized that they had a sure thing going here, he walked up to Brooke with his hard cock sticking straight up towards her. Her eyes fixated onto his erect manhood and she started shaking her head, softly whimpering “No… No… No…”

“You want us to release those pics?” He asked, getting into it now. It was the first words he’d spoken directly to her. She looked up at him in wide-eyed fear and sadness, then shook her head again. Mike gestured down at his cock. “Then take it into your mouth already.” He then slid his hands around the back of her head and gently pulled her forward while leaning back to angle his cock up towards her mouth. The tip of his cock bumped against her lips and he shook her head. She got the message and parted her lips just enough and he slid into her mouth. “Oh yeah, that’s right… suck it, baby.” He moaned. A moment later he felt her mouth do just that as she started to suckle on his hardness. Mike’s cock went even harder.

As Mike was getting his blowjob, Bo took the opportunity to get out of his shoes and pants, returning to his place to get stroked by Brooke. “Come on, Come on, come on man, lets get on with it. Let’s fuck this bitch already,” he said irritably, grabbing Brooke’s head away from Mike and guiding his own cock into her mouth when Mike’s cock slipped out. She started sucking on him immediately, her eyes closed and her body just working on its own accord.

“Lay her out while I strip,” Daniel said, stepping back to get out of his shoes. As he did, Mike and Bo slid Brooke further up on the bed, pushing her down until she was flat on her back. Bo took up a position, kneeling on one side of her head and forcing his cock back down her throat. Mike pushed her legs far apart and mounted her on the bed. Brooke made one last, feeble attempt to push him away but he was too big and too strong for her to stop. He batted her hands aside and plunged down into her waiting, and surprisingly wet, sex. Brooke cried out from underneath of him, letting out a long, wailing No of protest in the process but it was too late; she was already being taken by him.

As the bed rocked underneath of them, Brooke softly cried as she was being fucked by Mike while forced to give Bo a blowjob. When Mike said that he was ready to blow a minute later, Brooke managed to tear her head free from Bo’s grip long enough to gasp, “No! Don’t! Please don’t cum inside of me! I could get pregnant!”

“Deal with it, bitch,” Mike grunted as he slammed his hips down into hers as his cock exploded inside of her tight pussy. He let out a long, low sigh of relief as his balls emptied his seed into her, ignoring her wails of dismay underneath of him.

After Mike finished and rolled off of her, Bo took his place. He wasted no time in stuffing her pussy full of his cock. Brooke cried out as she was penetrated again, doubling over and tensing up slightly, but then fell limp and allowed Bo to do with her what he wanted. That consisted of fucking her hard, fast, and deep while forcibly making out with her. His tongue probed deep into her mouth as his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy until he too blew his load up into her womb.

Finally, Daniel mounted her on the bed. Brooke let out a weak, moaning, “Nooooo… not again…” as she covered her face with one hand and pushed at his chest with the other. Daniel looped his arms under her knees, lifting her up as he drove his cock down into her. She let out a deep grunt as he too fucked her with as much gusto, eventually finishing inside of her pussy just as his friends had.

“Get comfortable, sweetheart,” he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead as he got up off of her. “We got all night.”

***

CHAPTER 5: Going Deep.

Elsa shivered and shook for hours inside of the closet on her vibrating one-bar prison. At one point just before lunch, someone had come in to join her. She wondered if it was Thomas coming back for a quickie but turned out to be Jill as she ran her hands up and down Elsa’s nude, sweating body. “Mmmmm… I can’t wait to get you home tonight,” she purred, leaning in and kissing her. “It has been too long since we got to play.” Elsa shivered even more when Jill’s hot little mouth trailed down her front all the way to her mound where she proceeded to eat Elsa out until she came. “A little taste for us both until I can get back here after taking your car home,” Jill said, giving Elsa another kiss on the cheek before leaving.

It was another couple of hours before Thomas got back there and Elsa found out that it was lunchtime. “Jill and I got your car back to your house and then I brought her back here. She then went home to get ready for us,” he explained after Elsa cleaned up in the shower in the bathroom and munched on the burger and fries that he’d brought for her.

“Thanks,” Elsa said between bites as she checked her messages. “Huh… the boys are faster than I thought they’d be. They’ve already contacted Brooke and are making her meet them at a that dive of a diner over on Exit 87. They’ll probably keep her there for the weekend,” she said absently as she tapped out a response wishing her wife all the luck.

“Disgusting,” Thomas shook his head, causing Elsa to look at him quizzically. “Its disgusting that there’s blackmail like this going on in my campus.”

“Says the man who has a BDSM room in his office apartment,” Elsa scoffed playfully, gesturing to the closet. He conceded the point with a half shrug. They idly chatted some more while she ate. After she was done with her lunch hour, she disappeared into the bathroom after retrieving a metal collar from the closet. Elsa freshened up and then put the collar on, coming back out on all fours. “How would master like me now?” she asked, her demeanor back to being submissive.

Thomas smiled and directed her back into the main office where he bent her over the desk, taking her from behind quickly. Then it was back into the closet and back onto the one-bar prison where she stayed for the rest of the day, shivering and shaking in one minor orgasm after another while being impaled on the two dildos. The next time someone came for her to take her out, she was kept in her blindfold, gag, and bondage sleeves. Instead, she was made to lay on her side, curled up into the fetal position, in the bottom of a large suitcase. The covered was zipped over her and then lifted up. She felt herself being wheeled out of the small rest studio, through the office and lobby, and on out to the elevator. Thomas and Jill were now taking her home with them.

A thrill ran up her spine, making her shiver and shake in a totally different way. Even though no one would bat an eye at the Dean and his wife walking out to their car together, there was still the hint of danger in what the three of them were doing and it made Elsa wet with anticipation. It wasn’t often that she got to play the submissive as she was the dominant party in her marriage with Brooke. As she thought about her wife, as she felt herself lifted into the back cargo space of Thomas’ SUV, she wondered how Brooke was faring with the boys and hoped that she was enjoying it.

*

As night fell, Brooke had lost count how many times the boys had taken her. Right now she was tied down, naked and spread eagled, to the Queen sized bed by the window that she’d initially sat on. The boys had since left her locked in the room as they went to go get something to eat, using her credit cards taken from her own purse no less. Somehow, they still hadn’t managed to find the digital recorder or a special kit which told her that they were even denser than her wife had taken them for. Then again, these were the same idiots who were recording her with the iPad over on the desk and not making any attempt to hide it. No doubt they were planning on using it to leverage her into letting them inside of her house sometime tonight.

Totally predictable.

She, of course, wasn’t about to let on that she knew about the iPad recording her every move. Brooke even made a show of tugging on her bonds, made of cheap pantyhose from the local convenience store, for their benefit the moment they’d left. Then she fell back in a huff, turned on the tears, and then fell asleep out of boredom. Once upon a time she would’ve been the helpless damsel in distress but then when she’d met Elsa ten years ago, just before Elsa had started teaching at the university, that had changed her life for the better and made her stronger in the process. They were both hurting from losses in their lives, leaned on each other for support, and wound up falling in love and getting married.

The door to the motel room opened up and the boys bustled in, laughing and joking for whatever reason. Brooke yawned and stretched and then went into her helpless housewife mode. “Let me go…” she begged them. “Please… I’ve done all you that you’ve told me to do and I’m hungry.”

“All in good time,” their ringleader, Daniel, said with a condescending smile. He held up a brown bag from Burger King. “We brought you some food that you can eat while we delete everything. But first…”

“Nooooo!” Brooke whined, shaking in her arms and legs in a futile temper tantrum. “This is now kidnapping! I want what you promised me! You’ve been forcing me to fuck you all day now! I want you to let me go and delete all those pics and videos you took of my wife!”

“All in good time,” Daniel said, sounding like he was making a reasonable offer to her. “We’ve never had an orgy before and we want to get the most out of it. So we’re going to all fuck you one more time, all at the same time since we want to see you filled up in every single one of your lovely holes, and then you’ll be free to go.”

“And the pictures and videos?”

“Will be all gone.”

“Fine…” Brooke said in a defeated huff. “Just do it and get it over with already.”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Bo said with a smile as he came over and started untying her arms. “Just relax, you’ll like it just like all the orgasms we gave you already,” he winked at her while, down at her feet, Daniel started untying her ankles.

Brooke resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She’d faked at least three quarters of the orgasms she’d had today. Only about once or twice did she really get off. Part of her wished that she could trade places with Elsa as, according to her, Thomas and his wife were really experienced. These boys were just into rutting around and not getting her off in the least little bit.

They finished untying her but they didn’t take the pantyhose ties off of her wrists. Instead, they rolled her over to her belly and used the pantyhose to bind her arms behind her back, forearm to forearm. “Just so you don’t get any ideas about running before we’re done,” Daniel said. Then they started stripping out of their clothes. Brooke caught a glimpse of Mike over in the corner, already naked, and snapping pictures of her with his phone. More so-called blackmail material, she guessed. Geez, these guys really didn’t know the first thing about subtly, did they?

Daniel was the first over to her and he guided her around on her knees until she was facing the foot of the bed and the desk beyond. She was looking straight at the iPad. Daniel slid under her and made her straddle his hips. Then he guiding himself to the right point so that he could slide his already hard cock up into her. Brooke let out an involuntary gasp as she felt him penetrate her once again. She hoped that they’d be fast as she was starting to get sore. If nothing else, she’d walk out of her with a well fucked feeling. Bo was next on the bed as he climbed up behind her. Brooke heard a squelch of something liquid coming out of a bottle. She turned her head in time to see Bo lubing up his hand with a generous glob of baby oil that he then poured over the crack of her bottom to dribble down to the entrance of her ass. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d have something up her butt and pussy at the same time. Hell, she doubted it’d be the last. Just to goad him on, she gave him a hurt look, wiggled around as if she were uncomfortable, and whimpered out a soft “noooooo…”.

Bo just smiled evilly at her as he then lubed up his cock before grabbing her hips and positioning his cock. With a gentle thrust, he eased into her ass, sliding in easily with the aid of the oil. Brooke arched her back, shuddered, and let out a long “Oooooh Goooooodd…” as she was finally double penetrated by their cocks. Mike was then the last one on the bed as he stood off to her left, easily off to the side of the iPad’s view so that they’d get a good shot of her being penetrated in every single hole. He grabbed her head, wrenching it to the side and shoving his cock down her throat where she dutifully started to suck on him.

The four of them fell silent as the foursome began; Daniel laying still beneath of her while Bo controlled the thrusting from behind. Mike took control of her head, forcing her head back and forth to his rhythm. Daniel’s hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs dragging up and down over her hardened nipples. Oh God… she thought as her body rocked between the three of theirs… I might actually get off this time. To get them to manhandle her some more, she squirmed and fought them. She even started to cry, turning on the fake tears that she’d learned from Elsa to do. Brooke sobbed and cried as she was forced to suck and fuck them once again. Sure enough, they got even more eager as they obviously thought that they’d broken her. As if. They fucked her harder and faster. Oh God… Oh God… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… God… I’m gonna cum… she thought as she felt all of their cocks move inside of her body in no discernable rhythm.

Right when she felt Daniel’s hot cum shoot up into her womb, shortly followed by Bo blowing his load up her ass so that the two of them were throbbing inside of her, she climaxed hard. She squealed and shook, her shrill voice being muffled by Mike’s cock in her mouth. He didn’t last much longer as she sucked him hard like a vacuum cleaner as she rode out her orgasm with the boys. He clamped his strong arms around her head to keep his cock buried to the hilt past her lips, hanging on for dear life in the process.

When they were all finally spent, Mike got off of the bed to collapse onto the other one, Bo laid back against the headboard of the one they all fucked on, and Daniel pushed Brooke off of him. Brooke stepped off of him and presented her arms to Bo. “Get these off of me,” she demanded in a mumbling, subdued voice. Bo, not wanting to argue or press the issue as he was obviously too tired, did so. Once her arms were free once again, she scooped up her clothes and her purse and darted for the bathroom, locking herself inside even with Daniel protesting “HEY! Get back here,” in her wake.

Once inside, she took out the special kit. Inside were a few small vials from a local mystic shop along with some cotton swabs in individual plastic bags. She turned on the shower to mask her work. She started with the vials. When Mike came inside of her mouth, she deliberately didn’t swallow. Brooke now spat his seed out into the first vial, corking it, taping it, and sealing it in a baggie. Then she squatted, catching Daniel’s cum dribbling out of her pussy and Bo’s cum dribbling out of her ass with the baby oil. After bagging them, she labeled and dated each sample. Then she took the cotton swabs, rubbing one each inside of each of her holes and bagging those. Then all six samples were double and triple bagged before being stowed inside of her purse.

With her ad hoc rape kit now completed, Brooke hopped into the shower and thoroughly cleaned herself off for a good half hour. She mused that while her and Elsa’s little kit probably might not hold up in court, it was at the very least some pretty damning evidence that painted the guys in a very bad light. Coupled with the recording she has, as well as the screen shots that she had of their blackmail texts, the boys would be ready to sing to her and Elsa’s tune in no time at all. The tables had turned… the boys just didn’t know it yet.

Brooke got dressed and went out to the boys, head down and arms crossed over her body to hug herself. “You promised to delete the evidence…” she said morosely.

“That we did,” Bo said, handing her the bag of food. “Here, eat up while we do this.”

It took them a half hour while she ate and they made a really good show of deleting photos and videos of Elsa off of their phones. Brooke pretended that she didn’t see the photos of her on Mike’s phone when he did his. Once they were done, Brooke stood up and bolted for the door. “I never want to see you three again nor do I ever want to hear about this. Got it?” she demanded when she was halfway out.

“Of course… no problem… sure…” they all said as innocently as they could manage, trying to conceal the looks of sheer joy on their faces. Too keep up her façade, Brooke slammed the door behind her and stomped all the way back to her car. Only once she was inside and driving off, did she allow herself to smile. Elsa’s plan had worked brilliantly and Brooke couldn’t wait to call her up and tell her.

That, she waited until she was safely back at home and in a nice, deep, soothing bubble bath to work out the kinks in her arms and legs from where the boys had manhandled her. Her impromptu rape kit was safely in the deluxe freezer down in the basement, safely hidden in an ice bag for when the boys inevitably invaded. Elsa picked up on the first ring when Brooke called her. “Hi sweetie! How’d it go at the Motel?” Elsa asked.

“Just as you called it,” Brooke said. Then she laid out all the details. “I guess they’ll either call or drop by tomorrow as they didn’t say anything on my way out. How’s your evening been?”

“Very busy with a lot of fucking and a lot of orgasms,” Elsa purred on the other end. “I’ll give you the details later as per my agreement with Thomas I’m only supposed to have meal periods off to myself. He’s making an exception since it’s you calling and he knows what we’re doing. Speaking of which, make sure you get the CCTV Security cams around the house going. Those boys will show up at any time with their new round of blackmail and a whole weekend to have you will be too good to pass up. Expect them to bring friends.”

“You know, when you said that we should have kids, I thought that you meant going to a sperm bank, not having the whole Football Team at the college you work at,” Brooke playfully pointed out.

“You’re complaining?” Elsa laughed as she scoffed. “When’s the last time either of us has had this much sex with men? Really? That club up in Indi a couple of years back, maybe?”

“Oh God… Indianapolis was so much fun at those romantic pool suites…” Brooke gushed, an erotic tingle running down her spine, giving her goosebumps despite the warm water. “We should do that again sometime.”

“I’ll book it for our honeymoon, dear. In the meantime, I got to get back to Thomas and Jill. Make sure you get the footage backed up somewhere on the cloud and get the Security going. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you, and have fun!”

“Love you too, honey!” Brooke made a kissing sound in the phone before hanging up.

***

CHAPTER 6: The Weekend: Day 1, Part 1.

“You know,” Mike said as him, Bo, and Daniel got cleaned up and dressed the next morning after some very heavy sleeping. “I bet you that we could continue playing off of each of the girls,” he waggled his iPad in his hand after watching the footage from last night and getting horny all over again. “We show this to the Ice Queen that her pretty little wifey is having sex out of wedlock and I bet she’d cave.”

“Heh… listen to him,” Bo chuckled to Daniel while jerking a thumb in Mike’s direction, “He’s been bitten by the bug now.”

“Well why the fuck not? We just got away with it!” Mike said, reaching into the room’s mini fridge to grab a beer from the pack that they’d bought last night. He cracked it open and took a long drink. “So when are we going after them?”

“Been thinking about that,” Daniel said, already drinking his own beer. “We got all weekend to get our point across to Mrs. Riley that she better play ball our way or else there will be consequences. We have her home address thanks to what we found in her office. So we keep the advantage, bank on Brooke being too embarrassed to do or say anything, and bang the shit outta dear old teacher.”

“And if Brooke is home?”

Daniel smile. “Then we bang her as well. We have enough doctored evidence to hold over them both to keep them quiet. Come on, you two, lets get some breakfast and then get over to their house.”

*

Brooke answered the front door’s frantic doorbell ringing. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she said, cinching up her robe as she walked through the entryway, pressing a security button by the arch of the living room to start up the cameras and microphones before locking it out with her password. They’d keep recording even if the boys grew a brain, saw the panel, and tried to shut the recordings down. Frowning, she checked the clock. It was almost noon. Those fuckers were late. She expected them to be all over her before breakfast was over. So much for the male stamina for someone in their early 20s. Even so, she shot off a quick text message to Elsa and then walked to the door. When she got there, she flung it open for dramatic effect. “What?” she asked irritably.

Only it wasn’t the boys. A college-aged, short haired brunette girl, with a hot cheerleader’s body, was standing there looking all kinds of scared. “Uhm… hi… is this Mrs. Riley’s house?”

“I’m Mrs. Riley,” Brooke said cautiously. “Who are you and what do you want?”

“I’m Mandy… you… you’re not Mrs. Riley… History teacher at…”

“Oh! You want my wife, Elsa.” Brooke said, brightening up with a smile. “You must be one of her students.”

“Wait, what?” The girl’s eyes went wide as saucers. “WIFE?” she squeaked, hands going to cover her open mouthed shocked. “ohmygawd… Oh my God… I’m… uh… I’m so sorry!” she gushed, suddenly embarrassed.

“Why?” Brooke asked. “We’re not. Anyway, she’s not here right now. Is there a message you want me to give her?”

“Oh God…” Mandy was now turning as pale as a bed sheet. “They must’ve done it… oh God… oh shit…”

“Did what?” Brooke asked, the concern and caution now coming back.

“My friend… Mike… he was talking with a couple of our classmates from Mrs. Riley’s… uh… Elsa’s History Class. Anyway, she might be in trouble. I tried to find her yesterday but couldn’t. Security can’t do anything. Anyway, Mike, Bo, and Daniel… they were talking about getting her, or something. I didn’t hear details but I overheard yesterday that they were going to invade her office or something. They were quite upset at getting a lower grade in class and thought she was being unfair.” Mandy was nervously wringing her hands as she paced back and forth. “I knew that they were going to confront her or something but not this!”

“Slow down, take a deep breath, dear,” Brooke said, trying to soothe her. “Why do you think that she might be in trouble?”

“Because, I trailed them trying to find out more and one of them said something about getting a motel room last night to, quote, take her out.”

“Oh dear…” Brooke gasped. This was getting deep fast. If the boys were already talking on campus, then others might be hearing about it. Almost as if on cue, a car pulled up in front of the house. Brooke reached out, grabbed Mandy’s wrist, and yanked her inside, slamming the door shut behind them. She looked out the peephole at the three young men hopping out. “Your friends, they wouldn’t happen to be young, muscular, athletic, and tall by any chance?”

“They’re here?” Mandy asked incredulously. “Why? How’d they get your address?”

“Same way you did, I imagine.” Brooke said over her shoulder. “Or they got it from my purse last night when they stole my credit card,” she added with a mutter.

“Wait… your purse?”

Brooke sighed. The way the boys were now advancing through her yard to the front door, Mandy should know what her friends were capable of. “The motel room was for me. They told me to meet them at the Exit 87 Diner and Motel or else they were going to release photos that would damage her career. They… kept me there all night.”

“They raped you?” Mandy gasped, aghast. “No… they… they wouldn’t… would they?”

“You must think so because here you are to try and warn Elsa,” Brooke pointed out. Just then, the boys started pounding on the door on the other end. “GO AWAY!” she shouted at them. “WE’RE THROUGH, REMEMBER?” Then she turned to Mandy and lowered her voice. “They’re capable of it. They’ve already had me but they haven;’t had you yet. You don’t have to get mixed up in this. Go out the back door and go home. Forget you ever been here, okay?”

“They’ll just do it to you again!” Mandy argued. “No, that’s just wrong! You have to go to the police.”

“I can take care of myself and I already have this under wraps. You being here, though, changes things. I don’t want you in danger.”

“Brooke? Darling…” Daniel yelled through the door, his voice practically purring. “And here we were hoping to have a chat with your lovely wife this morning. But you’ll do in her place.”

Mandy set her jaw and shook her head. “No… I’m ending this now!”

“Mandy! Don’t!” Brooke said, reaching for her, but it was too late as Mandy was already going around her and opening the door.

“You heard the lady!” Mandy shouted at Daniel, Mike, and Bo, “She said that you’re through so go home!” She pointed an accusatory finger at them. “I knew you three were up to something fishy but never thought that you’d ever do something like THIS!”

“Oh dear…” Daniel said with mock seriousness, “this certainly complicates things.”

“Yeah,” Bo chimed in with a smile. “But makes things funner for us!”

Mandy gasped as she looked to each of them. “Are you three serious?” She asked. “Daniel?” Daniel just gave her an evil grin. “Bo?” Bo was already undressing her from her blouse and skirt with his eyes. “Mike?” Mandy asked in a tiny voice. “Mike just smiled and shrugged.”

“We should discuss this further, inside,” Daniel said, taking an iPad out. “We have our little… meeting… from last night here on this iPad,” he explained as he pushed his way inside the house, backing both girls into the nearby living room. Bo and Mike followed suit, closing and locking the front door behind them. “Sit down there, you two,” Daniel ordered, pointing to the couch. Brooke sat as ordered, pulling Mandy down with her. For better or for worse, Mandy was now going to be involved.

Brooke silently vowed to destroy the boys for this. The CCTV footage that she was getting of all of this with the microphone recording every word that was spoken would end the three of them for good. At first she’d protested Elsa installing them but now that they were getting their use out of them, Brooke was thankful for it.

“Well, well, well,” Daniel smiled at them. “Are you indoctrinating another young, innocent woman into the sinful life of lesbianism?”

“She’s not part of this, let her go,” Brooke demanded.

“Mmmm… no, I don’t think so,” Bo shook his head. “If she’s here, then she’s here to either warn the Ice Queen, or you, of our intentions.”

“Either way, she knows too much,” Daniel agreed with a solemn nod. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of them on the couch. “And this little gem will ensure her silence. What a pretty pair you make; Mrs. Brooke in her bathrobe and little Miss Mandy in her usual teasing skirt and blouse. Mmm, mm, mmmmm…” Daniel shook his head dramatically and hummed. “They say a picture says a thousand words. This one speaks volumes and could kill your academic career, Mandy.”

“WHAT!?” Mandy screeched, jumping up to gouge his eyeballs out. Brooke reached up and pulled her back down to the couch, wrapping her up in a hug to keep her there. “I can’t get kicked out for something stupid as a picture that you took! I’ll tell everyone…” Mandy protested, spitting venom at them.

“What?” Daniel cocked his head, regarding her. “That you went to see the Ice Queen’s wife in the middle of the day on a weekend? It might not be enough for you to be expelled but the court of public opinion is a bitch. The shame and stigma alone at a Christian college in a very Christian state will force you out by itself. I figure you’ll have to go to a nice liberal college out west with all of their safe spaces in order to get away from this.”

“Oh God… Oh God…” Mandy was now trembling with fear and rage in Brooke’s arms.

“Shhh, it’ll be okay, dear,” Brooke whispered into her ear as she held her close and stroked her head. “My wife and I have got this covered.”

“But they’re gonna…” Mandy’s voice trailed off as she realized just how much trouble she was in now. “And they’ve already did it to you…”

“I know, hon, I know, but trust me; we got this. Just keep your mouth shut, follow my lead, and do whatever they tell you to do.” Brooke told her. Then she focused on Daniel. “Alright, what do we have to do to make you go away?”

“Well, we were coming here to use our footage from last night to fuck the Ice Queen herself…” Daniel said flatly. “Where is she, by the way?”

“She had a conference this weekend to attend in Lexington,” Brooke said at once since that was the cover story that her and Elsa were going with. “She’ll be back in time for classes on Monday.”

“Sucks to be you then,” Daniel shrugged. He snapped his fingers and pointed at Brooke. “Take your robe off and then start stripping Mandy down.”

“Or else what?” Brooke asked. “Why should we do what you say? Maybe we’ll just take our chances?”

“Do you really think it’ll go over well with your job when it gets out that you met three young men in a motel room to fuck?” Daniel asked rhetorically. “We’ll delete the footage after today.”

“Then you’ll just come back for more!” Brooke countered. “I see your boy, Mike, over there in the corner with his iPad, recording again.”

“Now you’re getting it!” Bo chortled. “Now strip, bitch!”

Brooke let out a defeated sigh and nuzzled Mandy’s head. “I’m sorry you got mixed up in all of this,” she whispered to the girl, “but just… relax, okay? We’ll take care of you.” She stood up and took Mandy by the hands to pull her up to her feet. Then she wrapped Mandy up into another hug as she had tears glistening in her eyes now.

“Why’d you even bother saying all that?” Mandy asked, her voice in a whisper in Brooke’s ear. “They’re going to edit it out of their video anyway to make us look like a couple of sluts… it’s not fair.”

“I needed them to say all that to get them on record. Elsa and I have cameras and microphones installed all over this house that I turned on when you knocked on the door. I was expecting them,” Brooke said in a hushed, hurried explanation. She made a show of running her hands up and down Mandy’s back to give a good show for the boys to cover their conversation. “We installed them because we were being threatened and harassed when we first moved here. Long story, tell you later. But first we gotta get these boys off and get them outta here. You with me?”

Mandy let out a tiny gasp as she now realized that Brooke and Elsa were actually in control and were giving the boys enough rope to hang themselves with. “Y-yeah… I… I think so,” Mandy nodded, tentatively matching Brooke’s arm movements to feel up the older woman’s back in a rubdown fashion.

“Come on, you two,” Bo said impatiently, “get on with it already! You two can girl talk all ya want later on!”

“This is rape, you know!” Mandy snapped at them over Brooke’s shoulder.

“Yeah, well then maybe next time you won’t wear such provocative clothes around men to get us aroused,” Daniel countered, just as impatient as his friend was. “Strip already.”

Mandy swallowed hard and looked into Brooke’s eyes. Then she shook her head. “I-I don’t think I can do this… it… it’s a sin!”

Brooke shrugged, “They’re not giving us much of a choice now, are they?” she replied, louder, with a wan smile, glad that Mandy seemed to be catching on. “Now, do what they say and take off my robe.”

Nodding nervously, Mandy reached down and undid the fuzzy robe belt. Brooke’s robe fell open and she gaped at how beautiful her body was. Her breasts were surprisingly perky and supple for someone who had to be in their later 30s. Reaching up, Mandy slipped the robe off of Brooke’s shoulders, letting it fall to the ground and revealing her naked body to the boys. Brooke then reached up and started undoing Mandy’s blouse, button by button, before she was able to brush it off of the girl’s torso, revealing her plain white bra cupping two well rounded breasts. Brooke easily unsnapped it from the front clasp, making Mandy’s C-Cups to spill out. Mandy, for her part, was putting up a brave front even though her face was reddening with shame and embarrassment at being forced to do this.

Brooke gave Mandy a reassuring kiss on the cheek before dropping to her knees and unzipping the back of Mandy’s skirt. Then she tugged it down to reveal Mandy’s white cotton panties underneath. Brooke feasted her eyes on the younger woman’s body, standing there clad in panties and white socks that went up to her knees. As Brooke knelt before her, she looked up at the uncertain, shy college girl as Brooke peeled the panties down her legs. Cute brown pubic curls greeted her the moment Mandy’s mound was exposed.

“Hm… Mandy doesn’t shave…” Bo muttered. “We’re going to have to fix that since I’m starting to like my pussies trimmed or bald.”

“What?” Mandy asked, looking at them with wide-eyed alarm. Tears were now starting to trickle down her hot, flushed cheeks as Brooke gingerly stripped her down the rest of the way by removing her shoes and socks.

“That’ll be fun to watch,” Daniel agreed. “Where’s the best bathroom at in the house? You two dirty sluts will need to clean up before we fuck you.” He pointed at Brooke. “You’ll shave her pussy and then shave yours.” Daniel arched an eyebrow, glowering at her when Brooke turned to glare at him. “Got it.”

“Yes…” Brooke ground out, sounding defeated.

“How about, a ‘Yes, Sir‘ for us now, since we own you,” Daniel said, glaring at her and silently daring her to contradict him.

“Yes… Sir…” Brooke said. She stood up and took Mandy by the hand. “This way.” She led Mandy up the stairs with the boys following close behind them. They went through the spacious and elaborately decorated master bedroom that she shared with Elsa, complete with a couple of small couches that Brooke used to curl up with a good book on under the large bay windows on the walls that made up the corner of the house. Taking a right, Brooke led the procession through the only door that went into the huge master bathroom that boasted a large tub centered next to the window and a large glass encased shower over in the corner. The boys took up positions along the counters of the dual sink countertops that lined the interior wall with Mike being the one closest to the shower to catch every intimate detail with his iPad.

Brooke started the water and then pulled Mandy in with her under the hot spray, allowing the glass door to close on its own behind them. Grabbing her razor and shaving gel, she lathered up her mound and started to shave off her trimmed pubic hair. She looked up when the boys started protesting.

“Hey, come on!” Mike grumbled. “Turn for the camera!” he said as he tried to get a good angle.

Sighing, Brooke did as she was told so that he could get a good shot of her shaving between her legs. Now they weren’t even trying to hide it. Why should they? In their mind they held the upper hand and could do anything so long as the girls were keeping quiet. She lopped off her red tuffs of hair and then rinsed off, her mound already feeling more sensitive. Then she turned to Mandy, gently pushing the girl’s legs apart before kneeling down on the tile floor. “Don’t move,” she told her. Not that it was going to be a problem since Mandy was now shell shocked with fright as her mind raced as to what was happening to her. Brooke sprayed a generous lather of shaving cream over Mandy’s mound and expertly shaved the girl’s most private parts bald. When she was done, Brooke looked up and saw that Mandy had turned her head to look away from the boys with her eyes squeezed shut as Brooke had worked.

“Good!” Bo exulted as he stripped off his T-shirt to reveal his muscular chest. “Now make out with each other in there!”

“Noooooo…” Mandy shook her head and moaned in dismay. “I can’t! I’m not gay!”

Brooke stood up and looked at her, pulling her into a tight embrace. “It’s okay honey, just relax and let me do all the work. Hey…” she cupped Mandy’s chin to make the girl look at her. Brooke locked eyes with her. “I’m not straight… or even bi… but I was able to take these three last night. So, relax, take a deep breath, close your eyes and just let me handle everything. Okay? You’ll make it through this and this moment will pass. Just trust me and I’ll take care of you.” Brooke nodded at her and after a moment of hesitation, Mandy nodded her assent. Then Mandy closed her eyes, let out a good, long sigh, and then went as limp as she could, leaning against the tiled shower wall as the water cascaded over their nubile nude bodies.

Now that Mandy was at least a little bit pliable, Brooke leaned in to her. She reached down to caress Mandy’s thigh and to draw it up around her hip. Brooke guided her leg around so that Mandy’s leg hooked her thigh. Then Brooke kept a soft grip on Mandy’s chin, leaning in to softly kiss her on the lips while pressing their naked breasts together. Mandy whimpered and then cried the moment their lips brushed each other. Brooke took things as slow as she could, letting several minutes pass as she planted a series of small kisses on Mandy’s lips, cheek, chin, neck, and collar bone, trying to warm the girl up to it. Brooke remembered her first lesbian experience at how awkward it was and how much she’d resisted it as well since she wanted to be a wholesome, good Christian girl that her family expected her to be.

*

Mandy’s chest was heaving and her arms were rigidly planted back against the shower wall as Brooke made out with her. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. At first she whimpered and whined, turning her head back and forth in a vain attempt to avoid Brooke’s lips but eventually relented and just stayed still. She hated doing this and what was more was that she hated the fact that her body was betraying her by reacting. She felt her newly smooth, shaved, sensitive pussy tingle with anticipation as it went slick. Her nipples were hard against Brooke’s chest and she could feel Brooke’s nipples poking into hers. What is the matter with me? she wondered, her mind screaming as emotions, logic, and feeling warred with one another. I’m making out with another woman and I’m about to be gangraped! I shouldn’t be enjoying this!

She made the mistake of glancing to her left, outside of the shower, to the boys. They were all in various stages of undress. Mike still had his pants on, but that was it. Bo was already naked and stroking his hard cock in anticipation of fucking one of them. Daniel was getting out of his boxers. Oh God… she bemoaned in her own head, suddenly reevaluating her current position and starting to think that maybe, just maybe, being in here with another woman and being forced to be a lesbian right now wasn’t that bad of a thing. At least Brooke was being tender and loving. She seriously doubted that the guys were going to go easy on them.

As if reading her mind, Daniel shouted, “Alright, get outta there, you two, and get dried off.” Brooke immediately broke away from Mandy, shut off the water, and darted out of the shower, grabbing a couple of towels for them. They quickly dried off as much as they could before Daniel ordered them back out to the master bedroom. “Kneel on the floor, bending over the side of the bed, and put your arms behind your backs,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” Brooke and Mandy both mumbled dejectedly at once as they hustled out. They did as they were told to do with Mandy kneeling right next to Brooke, looking at her. She didn’t want to be far away from her only friend in the house. Mandy saw Brooke mouth to her that it was going to be okay and Mandy could just give her a pained nod in return. The guys were now going though Brooke and Elsa’s drawers and closet, rummaging around for things. Bo came back with some pantyhose that he used to tie the girls’ arms securely behind their backs, forearm to forearm. Mandy squirmed uncomfortably, rubbing her thighs together in the process, as she got used to her arms tied behind her while trying to reconcile her feelings as her body was feeling hot and bothered in anticipation of sex.

She froze when she felt one of the guys kneel behind her and press their crotch up against her bare bottom. Her eyes went wide as saucers and she caught a glimpse of Mike out of the corner of her eye, leering down at her. Bo, from what she was able to see in her peripheral vision, had the iPad and was now doing the recording. Mandy’s eyes darted from Mike, who was stroking himself with one hand while rubbing her ass with the other, to Brooke, who was giving her a sympathetic look. “Be Brave,” Brooke mouthed her way. Mandy couldn’t help but let out a defeated whine as her eyes welled up with tears and her lower lip started quivering.

“NO!” Mandy then thrashed and screeched. Then she cried out in pain when Mike swore under his breath, smacked her hard on her ass, and then pinned her back down to the bed. He was saying something about being quiet and keeping still but she hardly heard him. Mandy buried her face into the covers of the bed and sobbed while shaking her head. Then she felt Mike’s fingers down between her legs, spreading her open wide. Then she felt the head of his cock nuzzle against her opening. She cried and wailed into the covers, her body shaking while it was being wracked with her constant sobbing.

He was then pushing into her and she felt his cock spread her most intimate spot open wide, filling her up. It met resistance part of the way in. Mike jabbed into her a couple of times, making her yelp with pain, then he grabbed her hips, reared back, and speared her… breaking through. Mandy screamed with pain, anguish, and humiliation, arching back to alleviate the pain and discomfort as much as she could. She could hear Mike swear and gasp behind her as her pussy throbbed while it tried to accommodate the first thing ever to be stuck up inside of it. “Holy shit…” he breathed. “You really ARE a fucking virgin!”

*

Brooke’s heart broke as she witnessed Mandy’s virginity being taken so cruelly and violently by the boys. They were all exchanging high fives with each other while poor Mandy just laid there, kneeling and bent over the side of the bed, crying. Brooke swore that she’d make these idiots pay for all of this. She’d go fuck a dozen cops and half a dozen legislators in Lexington and Frankfort if she had to in order to utterly destroy these men. Then she closed her eyes and calmed herself down. No… that’s not part of the plan… gotta keep to the plan… she mentally reminded herself. The boys might be in this for the short term pleasure but Brooke and Elsa were in it for the long game. Now, if nothing else for her protection alone, they’d have to bring Mandy in on it as well. The poor girl would be ruined at college now.

After the boys got over their initial jubilation, she felt Daniel kick her legs open and kneel down behind her. His hard cock pressed into the cleft of her ass. “Ready for this again, bitch?” he growled down at her. Brooke wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. All she did was let out the tiniest of gasps as she felt him slide up into her pussy, grunting when he bottomed out inside of her. His hands pushed underneath of her, plowing between her chest and the covers so that he could grope her breasts. As he pumped his cock in and out of her, while he squeezed her tits, she forced herself to watch Mandy being ravished. Brooke felt like she owed it to the girl to bear witness.

Mike blew his seed into Mandy within a couple of minutes. When he pulled out of her, his cock was coated in a mixture of red and white fluids. “Bitch didn’t even enjoy it,” he grumbled as he headed for the bathroom. “She didn’t get off. I thought they were always supposed to get off when you popped their cherries?”

“Maybe yer just not man enough for it!” Bo chortled as he set up the iPad nearby before taking his place behind Mandy for his turn. Now Mandy was just laying there, catatonic. All of the fight had left the poor girl. She didn’t even make a sound as Bo speared her pussy with his cock and started to fuck her.

“Or maybe she’s just a lezzie like her older girlfriend here and just doesn’t like cock,” Daniel said, jabbing his hips into Brooke hard one time for emphasis. Brooke whimpered once just to make him think that he had the upper hand on her.

“We should tie them up and make them eat each other out when we take a break after this,” Bo said. They liked that idea so much that they both grinned and gave each other a high five, fucking Brooke and Mandy with such gusto now that they got off in no time at all.

*

It was around lunchtime when the boys finally took a break after fucking both Brooke and Mandy another time each. They allowed the girls five minutes to get cleaned up and then brought them back into the master bedroom where they tied Mandy down, spread eagled, and tied Brooke down, face down, between Mandy’s legs with her mouth over the younger girl’s mound. They’d since found the two hitachi wands that Brooke and Elsa owned along with the dildo attachments. So the boys wasted no time in stuffing them up Brooke’s ass and pussy, turning them on high, and then leaving them alone while they went downstairs to ransack the kitchen for lunch. “We got the iPad going and it’s connected to our phones,” Mike told them, “So put on a good show for us because we want to be hard by the time we get back up here to fuck you two again.”

“Yeah, show us what a pair of lesbians you really are,” Bo chortled. “You better get Mandy off, bitch,” he told Brooke, slapping her ass so hard that it left a handprint.

When they left, Mandy looked down her body at Brooke, who was looking back up at her. “We have to do this, you know that, right?” Brooke mouthed. As much as she hated to admit it, Mandy nodded her agreement. Then she laid her head back onto her pillow as she felt Brooke’s mouth start to work on her pussy. Her face reddened and contorted with even more embarrassment as she contemplated what was worse; being forced to be a lesbian by the boys or actually being blackmailed and raped by the boys. It was a hard decision for her as she was deeply religious and had been brought up that being with another woman was a sin. She hiccupped and sobbed, her chest hitching and her belly flexing in the process, as she felt the unwanted pleasure start to radiate out from her loins. At the same time, though, her nipples hardened and her breasts ached, yearning to be touched… by Brooke.