Strapped Ch. 05

"Have you been avoiding me?" Deedee asks.

We make a habit of studying together, or more accurately, she makes a habit of coming to my room.

"No, why?"

"You usually... do things to me. These days you don't even, like, try. We only did it a few times, but ever since that first week you've been kinda off?"

"I'm fine, just... school has me feeling a bit overwhelmed," I sigh.

"Hmm..." She raises an eyebrow. "Did my mother talk to you, did she find out about us?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you're acting like you're suddenly afraid of me. Like I'm going to get you in trouble," she surmises.

I genuinely don't know how she noticed that I have been keeping to myself. The truth is I am still banned from pleasuring myself. Deedee just so happens to be a major trigger. Even right now, her cute pyjama shorts, her long straight golden blonde hair and large adorable eyes are making me lose my nerve. She also happens to be quite flexible, often sitting in 'unique' positions. Weird ones at that.

The big trigger is how little nudity bothers her, particularly in my presence. Her nipples are out and I note how they are particularly hard. Something that occurs when she gets near me and helps me with Math. She's surprisingly quite good at it, but that's not really the point.

"I am just trying to slow things down. I really like you Dee, and I don't want us to go too fast. You were like my first real friend when I came to this school. So I don't want to let our personal fun ruin that."

Deedee smiles and comes to hug me. It doesn't help quell the fire in my panties. Her bare nipples press against me, but I don't succumb to her urges.

"Thank you," she says before letting me go.

Ironically putting her shirt back on, suggesting she'd been tempting me with those nipples on purpose. It reminds me of the first time she showed me her bare chest to prove she is actually an adult. Her attempts to get me to falter are cute, and they remind me that she is still quite a kid. Even though she is now more experienced in being a lover.

What is keeping us apart is her mother, but for different reasons. I have made no progress with Miss Briggs list, for one. She has made it abundantly clear that I am not to orgasm until I have seduced them. Specifically, until I dip my toy in the pussy of one of the girls on the list and made them cum on it. She's later specified that those are the terms and I have to follow. The main reason I am going along with this is my fear that she'll tell my father that I am not cut out to be here. It feels as though if that hunk is my father, Miss Briggs is sort of my mother. I am already attached to the school, my friends, my mistresses and especially Deedee.

We have a strange relationship but her upbeat energy is a breath of fresh air, and we often have really fun conversations. Conversations that I didn't expect us to have. She has an almost childlike innocence about her, yet at the same time makes constant naughty references to what we did at Harriet's house.

In any case, the list has a total of seven names. Each has an ongoing rivalry with Deedee or a past grudge with Miss Briggs. So in a way, I am also taking revenge on her behalf. Deedee doesn't know about this nor is she to be told. I don't know how I can keep pretending that all my extra homework is not from the teachers but me digging up dirt on the girls I am supposed to seduce.

The next day

"Miss Mitchell, please take your feet off the table?" The elderly home economics teacher groans. Glaring at the disobedient girl with her boots on the desk, leaning back against her chair.

Home economics is a class I am taking because I can't cook nor do basic housework. Perhaps that's what led to me being punished at the hands of Mrs Higginbottom when she abruptly interrupted my shower. The unfortunate reality is this class is seen as an 'Easy A' class. The teacher, an older woman in her late eighties, doesn't have it in her anymore to be stern. She also passes everyone if they show up, sometimes even if they don't. This means most of the people here aren't even paying attention.

Kara is the girl she is referring to. The little I know about her is that she's a troublemaker. She's not on my list, but there's a clear noticeability that she's supposed to be. Her aesthetic, that of a goth/tomboy with a clear disrespect for the rules. From the black shiny boots she has planted on her desk. The loud bubblegum she's chewing, the denim biker shorts and black metallica T-shirt.

I don't have much to say on her face primarily because I can't see it, but her hair is black with blue highlights. It's straight and just touches her shoulders. It's quite the statement and to be honest, her entire personality is quite the statement. Much of those owing to her completely ignoring the teacher's request and continuing to fiddle with her smartphone.

The teacher sighs and continues the lesson which ends not long after. We all disperse but I can't help but think about Kara. How can she be the person she is and how on earth did she not make the list. I already know Miss Briggs is just making me do some of her disciplinary work, so how does Kara get away with her attitude?

During lunch at the cafeteria I ask my friends about Kara, they all have the same conclusions. A troublemaker who somehow gets away with everything. They do claim that she's been less and less problematic these last few months. Then make assertions that something has changed, her rebellious nature has wavered from how she started out. As we get deeper into our own personal stories, a group of girls come by. They grab our attention, and how can they not. This school doesn't have clicks, that's far too outdated to be how the social structure works here. People meander between friend groups a lot.

Yet there's a name for the girls walking our way, I call them preppies. The teacher's pride and joys. The scholastic and club leaders of the school who of course have made this cute little girls club of theirs. One where they undermine anyone with an average GPA. I know three of them, mainly because two are on the list. Maddie Rogers, Olivia Mendez and Fiona Bradley.

They pass us, Fiona giving me an audible scoff as she passes by. I am more than acquainted with Fiona and her uptight behavior is still a point of contention in our acquaintance. Outside the presence of our mistresses, she shows me incredible more disdain. I'd have returned with my own scowl if not for my focus being the fourth girl. An exotic, chocolate bombshell. I don't recognise her and she piques my curiosity mostly because she's stunning.

"Who's that?" I ask Harriet, pointing towards her.

Harriet squints her eyes then frowns once she makes out who I mean.

"Umm, Rachel... Henson, you know her?"

"No, I am just wishing I did," I admit.

"No you don't, she's a bitch," Harriet blurts.

I am shocked and Harriet notices.

"Sorry, I reserve cursing for special cases. This is one of them, don't go near her. She's going to make your life miserable. She's a bitch, like I said."

I want to ask more, but Harriet isn't interested in explaining. She changes the topic but a few minutes later, I hear a loud noise. A metal tray crashes to the ground, followed by the clatter of bowls rolling and milk spilling.

When I glance over, a dainty yet slender, demure, and rather frightened girl is on her hands and knees. She's facing the floor, hovering over the tray and the mess. Judging by the snickering coming from Rachel's table and the foot she's reeling back under it. She's obviously tripped the poor girl. She looks distraught, even shaken by the violent act, and her lunch is smeared all over the floor. Rachel and her crew don't even look her way. This is just another lunch for them, and bullying this girl is just one small part of it. They don't even bother mentioning or discussing it at the table.

I consider going over there to give them a piece of my mind, and just as I'm about to stand up, Harriet grabs my arm.

Haley also grabs my other arm, and both of them shake their heads. It's their way of subtly telling me this is a losing battle. I want to break free and tell her off anyway. Something churns inside me, it even starts to boil. All those years of being spanked unfairly in the orphanage. I'm tired of seeing people take advantage of others, especially those weaker than them.

Eventually, I break their grasp and they chase after me. They know that something is about to go down.

The girl on the ground is silently crying, and people immediately notice me darting toward Rachel's table. Soft gasps ripple through the cafeteria as people assume that there's about to be a big fight. Harriet tries to make me turn back, continuously trying to pull me back but I'm too powerful to stop.

"What the hell is your problem?" I ask Rachel.

Rachel glances up at me, eyeing me up and down. Then she turns back to the others, whispering something before the group laughs. Maddie and Olivia are both entertained by whatever she said, but Fiona doesn't seem amused. She smiles for appearance's sake, but she's threatened by my presence.

"Did you not hear me?"

"Gabi, these girls aren't worth it. Let's go," Harriet says.

"Aren't you that girl, Mrss Higginbottom called a slut in class because you wear thongs to school?" Rachel asks.

"What if I am, what gives you the right to trip people over?"

Rachel giggles in an effort to taunt me. She notices I'm not bothered by it and explains herself, "She fell over on her own, dumb bitch needs to watch where she's going."

I slam my hand on the desk, "Apologise and help her," I demand.

"Or what white girl? Do you plan on doing something, huh?" she shrugs her shoulders. Expecting me to strike, then scoffs when I don't. "I don't care if you're bigger than me, I'll kick your ass right here in front of everybody. That ain't a threat girlie, it's a promise."

'Oohs' and 'aahs' ring from the girls in the cafeteria. This is entertainment for them.

For me, this is real and I'm taking a stand. It's time to change things and her response to my demand sends me over the edge. I suddenly flip her food tray and toss the contents on her. Her bowl of noodles and open milk stain her black silk top. Fitting that her expensive clothing gets messed up. This sets everything off, she screams and gets up to attack me. Janice and Haley jump between us, shielding me from the charging Olivia and Maddie. They all try tossing their food my way, in an effort to return the favor. Most of it doesn't hit me, but it turns into a mini food fight.

"Come get some of this bitch!" I yell, looking straight at Rachel.

Just as I'm about to really go in, the teachers show up. None other than Miss Taylor and Mrs Higginbottom alongside a few others who immediately break up the fight. Miss Taylor's like a She-Hulk, pulling most of us apart with brute strength. That's when we finally notice the mess we've made. The cafeteria is cleared out, aside from our two tables and the girl who originally fell. She's actually pretty cute beneath all those layers. She's wearing a beanie which sadly hides her blonde hair and most of her face. It only just hovers above her eyes. A clear sign she doesn't want to be seen.

I'm pulled out of her distracting beauty when we are seated, Mrs. Higginbottom basically shouts at everyone. Then she asks who started the fight. My table says Rachel. They say the girl who fell and I started it. We try to defend ourselves but the teachers aren't interested. They give just the three of us detention, that's me, Rachel and the cute blondie. We're set to serve it this afternoon and that gets me angry all over again. Not only is it unfair on the blondie but I have volleyball practice today, and that's usually when I get to spend time with my girlfriends. It's also where I release my pent up aggression.

The teacher's word is final. They leave us to clean up the mess. I run to collect supplies in the storage closet, where as I pick up a mop, Mrs Higginbottom sneaks up behind me. I am startled by her lips touching the back of my neck.

"I am happy that you girls made today easier to organise," she says.

"We did, what did you organise?"

"Well, you're not the first pet we've had."

She's gone as soon as she says that. Living my neck in need of more sensual kissing and my body craving her sweet touch.

The cafeteria staff silently watches us clean, we don't say much of anything to each other. Rachel, because of her messy clothes is forced to take her blouse off. She shows her golden brown skin, and gorgeous chest held up by a white bra before putting on an extra top from her locker. This guarantees she's going to be in my naughty dreams. Her rather small height yet body structure is astounding. She's got wonderful curves, a bit more meat to her limbs too. A lovely set of wide hips that I just want to grab and pull in for a wet kiss on her dark brown lips. She's such a short stack, and I mean big short stack.

My thoughts make me wonder what is stopping me exactly. I am used to being submissive, it's often far easier to let someone take me. When it comes to taking someone away, stripping them down, I have no clue. Miss Briggs insists that I have it in me yet I don't know why she would think that. If only I can muster up the confidence, then I could pursue my first real black girl crush and make out with her. I guess it's not so bad, Haley does randomly spank my ass as I bend over to mop. Reminders of the party at Harriet's house.

Later that Day

Usually I have volleyball practice but when I tell the coach that I have detention. She isn't too pleased, I also suggest that Miss Briggs wants me and that's when I am quickly excused without much fuss.

For the longest time I've thought of Miss Briggs as sort of an enabler to the more dominant Mrs Higginbottom. Yet it's quite clear who the real boss is, and that is the headmistress. There is a look of trepidation on coach Watson's face. One that suggests she doesn't want to feel the wrath of the pretty headmistress.

I rush to the detention room, where Miss Briggs' secretary is sitting. As I enter she tells me that detention is not happening in this classroom. Instead it's another more isolated side of school. I know now that this isn't going to be a normal detention. I rush out and quick-step my way there because I don't want to be late. That may get me punished, and maybe a punishment wouldn't be so bad. I am so horny that even a punishment sounds like it would feel good.

When I get there, I note that the room is locked and there seems to be a general emptiness in the hall. Earlier, I noticed a sign that suggested a plan to refurbish the area yet no one is here. I quietly knock on the door and don't wait long. Fiona unlocks the door, opens it then pulls me in before I can even say stop. She's dressed in nothing but her prim, proper socks and school shoes. She's already naked.

In the view of other students, she's constantly being the prideful little bitch she always is. However, in the few instances I've seen her alone with the mistresses, she spends it slurping up cum. It's a pretty thing to see her be degraded to just being naked in their presence at their whims. I grin in satisfaction and am tempted to push her down and sit on her face while caressing her delicious body. I am immediately frustrated by the fact I've got a cease and desist order on my own personal orgasms.

I do sometimes, enjoy eating the dirty little skank out. She's got cute little soft moans, and mewls like a kitten. She purrs a lot when I lick her sweet nectar. Drips cum on to my tongue with abundance, so much so that I'd argue I prefer to eat her pussy rather than have her lick mine.

I understand that she's just as naturally submissive as I am, but that adds to her appeal. Especially when she, in moments of ecstasy, often calls me Mistress Gabi. It makes me think Miss Briggs is right, that somewhere deep inside me is a dom. Speaking of which, Miss Briggs is in the room, on the farside. Away from the screen on the classroom door, as to not be seen. A familiar petite girl is in between her legs where the mistress has her long skirt hiked up. It is up to her thighs so I can't make out who she is, but she is bobbing up and down. Miss Briggs relishes it, she bites her fingernails and holds the girl's long blonde hair.

It feels like I'm interrupting something, until I note to the far side, in the other corner. There Miss Taylor is giving a petite black girl a right hard fucking. She's just as furious as she's ever been with her rampant thrusts. This girl I do know, it's Rachel. The small, exquisite, big titted, wide hipped bitch. With a narcissistic persona and an awful lot of attitude. How is she here when the cafeteria fight was only a few hours ago? I imagine she and I are going to have a grudge for a long time because of it. Just because girls never really do get over their grudges. Seeing her now, I think about how Harriet explained to me the reason she didn't like Rachel. She's learned first hand what Rachel is really like behind closed doors and it's something that tore their brief friendship apart.

Her sheer presence is enough to be an insult to Harriet. So I bet she would love to see Rachel getting pounded by the strong powerful black teacher. I wonder if race played a part in Rachel becoming Miss Taylor's bitch. The teacher's skin is just a few shades darker than the chocolate snack, but it makes the scene all the more hotter. Sweeter even, considering how angry Miss Taylor seems to be.

"Since when, slam, do you, slam, get into, slam food fights, slam, at school, slam," she berates her with each thrust.

"Sorry Mistress," she begs.

"Not good enough, I'm fucking you till you pass out today. You are going to learn to behave yourself, slam, do you understand me?"

"Yes Ma'am, yes Mistress ahh, yes Mommy," she wails in euphoric agony.

Miss Taylor intends to send a message as she carries on with her slow yet hard thrusts. So powerful that the desk they are on shakes with each slam. I watch in hypnotic awe and I don't know how long I stand there watching before I hear a knock at the door. It briefly interrupts everyone. The people engaged in wonderfully lustful activities turn to me, only realising now that I'm in the room.

"Oh, Gabi... get the door and let Mrs Higginbottom in," Miss Briggs instructs.

I do so, and that's when I saw my favourite mistress with a new toy. Miss Higginbottom is standing with a leash tied around the neck of Kara Mitchel, the school's biggest trouble maker. It looks like she has at least one teacher that she listens to, Mrs Higginbottom herself, who proudly leads her pet inside. Other than the leash, Kara wore black fishnets, a lace bra and panties. It's surprising to see someone so disobedient being walked in like a dog.

"Hello Clark, I see you're early. We're here to give you a little bit of demonstration. Consider this your first lesson before we let you loose. Although I must say, I am quite disappointed that you've failed to capture even a single one of the girls Mrs Briggs ordered you to. I'm sure you know Mitchell here, she's such a disobedient little twat," she says, while tugging the leash so that Kara moves closer to me.

I am a bit startled and I step back. Afraid the tamed lion will run loose. Kara has such a strong reputation that it seems to be why no one dares mess with her. The earlier assertion of her punk rock, biker vibe helped maintain it. The things I noted above her face were in full view. Only really being the second most noticeable thing about her. Other than her sexy body. She still has dark eyeliner, eye shadow and red lipstick. I am in awe of her haunting beauty yet at this moment she's demure and timid.

"So let me show you what true obedience looks like," Mrs Higginbottom explains before turning Kara's head. "Open your mouth you dirty cunt!" She orders.

Kara obliges, and my mistress spits into her mouth.

"Swallow it! You horny twat," she orders again. Kara obliges once more. Swallowing the wad of spittle right in front of me. "You see Clark, she'll do whatever I say. She'll eat my spit, my cunt and all of my delicious cum. You know why?"

I shake my head.

"It's because she is a whore Clark. She's a dirty lez slut, and bad girls like her crave being put in their place. This one here wants attention like it's mana from God. She loves making people notice her because she just wants people talking about her behaviour. An inner exhibitionist who loves the thrill of being a troublemaker, and so I gave her a nice thrill when I made her walk all the way here wearing this slutty outfit. I bet the fact she may have been seen being leashed around turned her on, didn't it slut?"

"Yes mistress!" Kara answers.

"Exactly, I bet you wish everyone would know your dirty little secret. How much you like being treated like a whore," Mrs Higginbottom goes on.

"Yes mistress," Kara answers.

"So, are you ready to eat my pussy?"

"Yes mistress," Kara nods.

Quickly, she's tugged to the far side of the room. Right between the other two wonderfully hot sex scenes. From Mrs Briggs who's still being eaten out to Miss Taylor who is still pounding Rachel with what I now notice is a rather thick strapon. Once seated on a desk, Mrs Higginbottom raises her skirt and displays her meaty wet pussy. Of course she isn't wearing any panties. She never does, it gets in the way on days like this. Kara gets on her knees and starts licking.

"Oh you dirty fucking whore, get in there. Ahh fuck, you're so fucking good. Such a good lezzie slut, eat mistress' cunt. Taste it, taste it! Oh you sweet punk slut!"

She must have been incredible to get Mrs Higginbottom already so worked up after a few minutes. Fiona and I stood by watching, witnessing as orgasm after orgasm flowed through our different teachers. Taylor is the one who gets the first since I arrived, which may not have been the first overall. She gets Rachel quivering while her pussy drips her stick white cum all over the floor. She has been pile-driving into the poor girl for several minutes now and so it's no surprise that she came so quickly.

When the thick strapon cock is pulled out of the small girl's sloppy pussy, a trail of Rachel's white cum oozed out of her tight cunt which immediately closed up on ejection. I can tell that she has a special pussy, and the scent suggests a heavenly taste. One that I have to savour, yet Miss Taylor instead goes to Kara and holds her legs up. She straightens the girl, removes her bra then her panties. It reveals a pair of pink nipples, pierced with dumbbells but also perfectly hard. I heard that they get more sensitive when they are pierced and it shows here. Miss Taylor squishes one and the girl's legs twitch, she almost falls over.

"Wow," I gasp.

"Nasty bitch, you'll probably cum from me touching your hard nipples,"

Smack!

Miss Taylor smacks her ass then spreads her tight ass cheeks. I get a full view of her tight pussy and asshole, poking out at me.

"Time for you to take some cock while you eat Joyce, it won't surprise me if you cum from the taste of her sweet juices. I know I do," Miss Taylor admitted.

"You're such a flatterer Tracy, but give her a good fucking. I love it when they moan into my wet cunt. It makes me want to cover their faces in my cream."

"You don't need to say it twice baby, these sluts can't get enough," Miss Taylor says.

Instantly she drives into Kara's twat, while a quick glance shows Rachel hapless and passed out on the table she was getting fucked on. Miss Taylor made good on her promise to fuck Rachel into pure submission.

"Take it bitch, take my thick ass cock like that," she says as Kara's puffy trimmed pussy spreads wide. Her puffy lips open to accommodate the black thick strapon. At first I thought it's too big for her, but it feels like this isn't her first time. As matter of fact, with the nonchalant manner they are all showing. None of them are experiencing their first time. Each of them seems unfazed by the fact there are spectators. I realise that I'm a spectator for a reason, not just to learn. It's also a way to punish me, to get me horny and wet.

How cruel of Miss Briggs. To get me horny and wet just so that I get on with the seductions. Fiona is also watching, still not having touched herself. I can tell from her that she's wet as a sink, and my panties are damp and sticky. Kara is still getting fucked hard while eating out Mrs Higginbottom, and probably has had a few mouthfuls of Mrs Higginbottom's delicious cum.

It's not long that I wait. The sounds of a cunt being pounded with girl juices splattering out of it. My Mistress and her ever present forehead vein that emanates when she's getting close. The small strands of sweat on everyone's forehead and the intense heat coming from between my thighs. I'm fiddling around, impatiently waiting and hoping for my turn. Hoping they will look my way, and make me their prey. Ripe for their lust and desires. It's a simple want, yet it seems so far away. I'm left to settle for the imagination of what it's like as the orgasmic walls break for my favourite Mistress.

"Oh fuck you dirty fucking cunt licker, eat my wet twat and get me off. Oh you disobedient little dyke goth slut, you eat that Milfy cunt. Eat my cunt, eat my cum, taste all of it. Oh fuck, yes in your mouth, in your small fucking mouth you bitch, you dirty goth slut ahh ahh!"

Mrs Higginbottom sprayed a torrent on to the cheeks, nose and mostly mouth of Kara who, in her swallowing, cums on Miss Taylor's cock. I can't imagine this tall, curvy, sexy yet intimidating girl would be so vulnerable. That she is even susceptible to the charms of this English teacher.

"Oh fuck bitch, you cum already... Fiona, come suck this..." Miss Taylor orders.

Fiona scampers off to suck the glistening cock, covered in Kara's juices. She gets on her knees and starts deepthroating it. As if I haven't suffered enough, I'm still a spectator to Fiona enjoying the delicious juices of the pretty goth girl.

"That's it, nasty girl. Taste her cum."

I'm in awe, mouth just slightly ajar. I'm desperate, I want to beg to join, to cry to join, but I know better than to touch myself without permission. My favourite Mistress rescues me.

"Gabi come here and share some of my cum," I rush over to Kara

I lean down and without hesitation devour the sexy brunette's mouth. I suck out the cum still lingering on her lips and tongue. Eventually sucking her tongue like a cock. She moans and gasps as I taste her and my teacher on her lips, craving to get a good taste of some delicious cream. We go at it for what feels like minutes, just slurping the taste of Mrs Higginbottom off our tongues.

"Ahh, you whores are so hot. Annie, how about you stop messing about with her and come have some more of this," Miss Higginbottom says referring to Mrs Briggs.

She seems content having this petite young lady licking her cunt. The girl is quite slender too, she has a lovely body, posture and tone. She possesses excellent yet subtle curves, and is naked from the waste down. With only a small jacket covering her back. So at this range I can see her shaved tight pussy, glistening as well. She is enjoying the taste of Miss Brigg's delicious pussy. I'm jealous and I wish I could eat all of them simultaneously.

"I'm perfectly fine here, just give me a few minutes with this one. She's a bit delicate so I have trained her myself," Miss Briggs says.

The girl between her legs is quite the cunt licker, she makes Miss Briggs moan in a manner I have never seen before. One where she takes soft gasps, long and elongated. I watch intently, but my other mistresses come over and undress me. Soon I am left in just my school shoes just like the rest. They make us kneel, in front of Miss Briggs and her sweet pussy licker.

They make it clear that there's a hierarchy as both Miss Taylor and Mrs Higginbottom stand in front of us. The five of us, two teachers and three students, watch patiently as the headmistress of the school slides into a gentle orgasm. Only an expert eye can see it, and I do. The small drops of sweat, the way her eyes close shut. The small flinch of her hips and the slightly loud slurping of cum all signals the wonderful orgasm taking place.

When she finishes she pulls up the girl, and draws her into a deep kiss. It's the same girl who fell over in the cafeteria, without the beanie. It's no wonder I couldn't tell who she is. While still sitting on the desk, we can all see the young girl's moist pussy. We watch them lick each other's lips and as if the scene wasn't hot enough. Miss Briggs sticks her fingernails into the girl's moist cunt. She fingers her hard and fast, she whimpers into submission. She's clearly quite shy to let herself go, but she can't resist.

Her orgasm raptures in mere seconds from the first digit entering, she shudders then buckles. Her body falls to the ground at the feet of the skilled headmistress. She licks her fingers and for the first time, I see her wet pussy which is still glistening wet. Miss Briggs makes us wait while savouring the taste of her other conquest. She subtly tells the girl to come kneel with us, and for the life of me I don't know what her name is.

She moves to kneel next to me as I try to figure it out, while also trying to ignore the gorgeous image of my mistress lapping up girl-cum from her fingers with her legs spread wide on a desk. It doesn't come to me, and just when I think I have figured it out. Miss Briggs speaks.

"Mmm, Delicious... welcome ladies. You can come up now," she says.

I briefly think she means us but I notice the two teachers going to sit on the teachers desk before sharing a soft kiss

"So by now it should be clear that you are the teachers' pets of the school. So what I want is one by one, for each of you to introduce yourselves to the group. You will tell us your full name, who you are, your personal interests, your biggest kink and which one of us teachers you like the most. Once that's done we will get to business, is that understood?"

"Yes headmistress," we say in unison.

"Starting with you! get up here," she says pointing at Rachel.

She slowly gets up, and her snooty attitude is gone. Replaced by a lot of shame and embarrassment. She is standing naked in front of four other girls and that's what is making her unsure of herself. It just goes to show that confidence really is in a girl's clothing. Without it, her body is on full display to us. I imagine Miss Briggs wants us to display ourselves to the other girls while also doing the introductions.

"Um... Hi, my name is Rachel Henson. My Father is a famous estate agent," she begins.

"Miss Henson," Miss Briggs interrupts her. "I asked you to introduce yourself. Not tell us about your father, no more mention of your family or wealth or accolades. Just you."

For a few seconds, Rachel sort of struggles to figure out what to say.

"I um... I like..." she stammers before a sudden kick from the impatient Mrs Higginbottom gets her talking. "I like classical theatre... I don't know why. I am a big fan of a lot of historical literature and poetry. Shakespeare is like an idol of mine and I want to become a lawyer when I grow up. My biggest kink is... well big woman. I like it when they're muscular and strong. That's why my favourite teacher is Mistress Taylor. I think that's everything," she says unconvincingly.

Miss Briggs slowly claps, and instructs the rest of us to clap. I'm reluctant because it's kind of weird and because I hate Rachel quite a bit. This feels like junior school treatment.

One by one the girls introduce themselves, next is Fiona who is apparently the daughter of some famous soccer player. She wants to be a senator and likes to read fantasy. She also enjoys a reading romance, yet her biggest hobby is trying to make a name for herself as a student body president. A role she takes very seriously. Her kink is being babied, it just turns her on incredibly to be treated like a little girl. I would assume this stems from her having seething mommy issues. Just my two cents. She likes the headmistress the best because she sees her as a leader to aspire to.

Next is Kara, who unbeknownst to the rest of us, is a big softie. She says she spends time cosplaying and that's why she has such a convincing goth look. Her hobbies are knitting, and soft rock. She also likes indie pop which is a weird mix. Yet she is secretly an exhibitionist, she does naughty things in her spare time too. Like going to cosplay conventions with a buttplug or wearing no panties in school. Her biggest kink is just having random people see her sexy body. She's even flashed people before. Kara loves Mrs Higginbottom, and thanks her.

This actually gets Mrs Higginbottom to smile, much to my own jealousy. It also gets a strong applause from the teachers and the rest of us.

Then finally the pale slender girl goes up, still I don't know her name.

"Hi, I'm Samantha Lee. Most people call me Sam. I am an animal lover, I love all sorts of animals. From frogs to birds to lions to snakes, they are all so majestic. I am a diagnosed... depressive so I have a few pills for my anxiety. I'm... a foster kid," that last statement grabs my attention.

Particularly because I thought I am the only one, yet here she is.

"My parents, my foster parents took me in to get some tax exemptions because it costs less to send me to school. Then pay what they owe, I am a little bit shy and Miss Briggs helps me with all my mental stuff... a lot. So I am, her plaything and my biggest kink is being fucked with a strapon. Um thank you," she says.

She turns and the teachers nod and clap then she comes back to kneel next to me.

I begin standing but before I can, Miss Briggs calls me up.

"Over here sweetie," she says.

She holds me in place and I begin presenting myself.

"Hi I'm Gabi Clark, I'm a foster kid. I don't know what my Dad does for a living but I know he travels a lot. I love to watch movies and shows in my spare time, especially Game of Thrones, Vikings, Reign... I don't like to read that much unless absolutely necessary. My biggest kink, I guess, is being gangbanged by a group of sexy girls," I say out loud.

I get a few wry smiles, primarily from Fiona and Rachel. I groan at my mistake, having given up my secret to them.

"Come on now Gabi, we've all said things that are embarrassing. Finish your introduction!"

"My favourite Mistress is Mrs Higginbottom," I say. "I guess that's all you need to know about me."

"Good girl," Claps Miss Briggs. The rest follow suit and they stop me from leaving the front.

The teachers stand up and surround me.

"So ladies, Gabi is going to be the head teacher's pet," Miss Briggs explains. I am taken aback.

One is the reaction to the news. I am going to be ahead of these ladies in pecking order. The other is the fingers of Mrs Higginbottom that are probing my asshole. Taylor starts squeezing and pinching my nipples.

"She has an important mission, don't you Gabi?"

"Yes headmistress," I say breathlessly.

"She has a list of names she must bring into our fold, and you two will be her little helpers. We have trained all of you, each to be sensual submissive little minx's who love the taste of creamy girl juice. Yet in none of you have we seen the deep desire to make a girl yours. You must understand that this isn't a slight against you, it's instead an honour. As you don't have to bear the responsibility of the task given to Gabi."

She says this as Mrs Higginbottom adds another finger. Essentially fingering my asshole and causing me to shudder. The headmistress adds on to my ecstasy, taking her digits and expertly pulling my clit out of the hood. She taps it several times and I almost fall over, but I am held up by the powerful Miss Taylor.

"You see Gabi here is just like you, she loves to be taken and attacked. She loves having all the attention and being brought to orgasm. Yet there is also something we notice, the way she looks at the rest of you. She looks at you like prey, things she wants for herself. A true depraved lezzie dyke, who wants to eat as much of your cream as we do. I know that for many of you, it may seem you're being skipped over. However, trust us... we are quite experienced in these things. Gabi is very capable of being a leader and she is going to be your superior for the foreseeable future."

After her last word she inserts both her fingers inside my cunt. Miss Taylor turns my head and kisses me, tasting my lips. Our tongues swirl openly while my body is being probed. My cunt craves an orgasm and this is the closest I have got in weeks. I'm about to explode when all of a sudden they stop. My eyes open wide and I look around to see them all standing there.

I am probably frowning, and they note the anger on my face.

"See that, you see the ferocity in those eyes," Miss Briggs points out. "When I first saw your tattoo, that made me see your true potential."

She pointed towards it, then raised my arm to show them.

"It says, even the devil is afraid of the things I think of doing," she reads out loud. "A real force to be reckoned with, not a fake one like we see with some of our students. As agreed, Gabi, you're not allowed to cum until you get a nice big fat toy inside the pussy of a girl on your list. We have now given you a little bit of assistance, make use of them how you see fit but trust me when I tell you. If you cum using their talents, we will know."

The teachers turn away and walk to the door.

"Time for us to leave you to discuss an action plan, oh and just so you know. If there is little to progress on this, then Gabi's punishment will extend to the rest of you. Understood?"

"Yes headmistress," we say.

My room

Rachel and Fiona insist they can't be seen with us so we decide to go to my room. I relent because I am way too horny to be arguing. The other girls, Sam and Kara don't seem interested in bickering. Fiona and Rachel though seem to think it's a joke that they have to take orders from me. In my room, Rachel scrutinizes everything I own. She calls all of it cheap junk, which I wouldn't know as this is most stuff I have ever owned. Yet she also asks me why I have my own room and why she has to share.

I roll my eyes and ignore her. I focus on the list in front of me and try to stop the many fires caused by the more selfish girls in the group. It dawns that this is the best opportunity to ask Fiona or Rachel about Maddie and Olivia.

"Tell me about Maddie and Olivia?"

"What do you want to know, oh great one..." she says sarcastically while munching on the gummy bears my dad sent me as part of a huge shipment of snacks. That's beside the point, because I am getting annoyed. I am trying to be nice for the good of the sisterhood.

"What's up with them, like do they just crave telling people what to do, just like you?"

"No dummy, they are women of intellect and class. Unlike yourself they take their studies seriously. Maddie already secured a scholarship to Oxford, while Olivia has a summer internship at Harrison Investments. Are they on your list?"

"They are, and if you are smart. You'll help me get them in line, so tell me something I can use," I demand.

"You're kinda wasting your time," Rachel says. She's examining my collection of sex toys. Enthralled by them, even though I have yet to really use any of them. "The mistress is just trying to suss you out for the phony you are. I'm glad she got you all worked up and didn't deliver. You don't deserve their touch."

Any more questions at this point are pointless. It's a waste of time trying to talk to them. I stop paying much attention to the other girls and start trying to figure out how I can use them to lure Maddie or Olivia out. Or at least seduce them, do they even like girls? Does Miss Briggs care if they don't or is there some way of knowing that they are part time lezzies?

The girls keep talking, taunting and teasing one another. One group more than the other. A replay of the cafeteria debacle.

"Guys we shouldn't be bickering like this, we should try to get along," Sam says. Probably the most courageous words she's said since I've met her.

"Ohh, of course you would say that my little tripling," Rachel teases. She approaches the timid girl and makes her quiver. "I don't see what Miss Briggs sees in you, or Gabi. Either way, at least I was seduced by the scary mistress."

"Get away from her," Kara says ferociously.

She steps in between them.

"Oh, kitty got claws. Your little rebel look is one big act. It makes me less impressed than I was when I first heard about you. What a disappointment," Rachel taunts.

Kara gets visibly angry and doesn't back down. She steps toward the smaller yet meaner black girl. It is quite interesting to see Rachel think so much of herself even as the smallest girl in the room.

"Say that again, I dare you. Then we will see how fake my rebel act really is," Kara threatens.

"Oooh scary," Rachel smirks.

"I can't believe I cleared my entire afternoon only for the mistresses to ignore me and pleasure everyone else. Now I am stuck in this little lezzie girls club. What a waste of time," Fiona mutters. Still eating my snacks.

"It's not a waste of time, we need to help Miss Briggs recruit more girls. Help her get control of the school, better control at least."

"Is that what she told you?" Rachel scoffed. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear, I may enjoy the casual moments with Miss Taylor. However, this is just their way of seeing who the leader of the girls really is. If anything I think it should be me," Rachel stated.

"Why you?" Kara asks

"Yeah why you, in fact why should it be anyone besides me," Fiona says.

"I can beat up anyone here. Especially if any of you hurt Sam. It should be me," Kara adds.

She really does have physical superiority. She is the tallest and strongest looking girl in the room.

"Ha you? I prefer to listen to someone who can actually get a decent GPA," Rachel laughs.

"You calling me stupid?" Kara asks

"I'm surprised you got that dummy," Rachel snickers

"I agree with her there," Fiona adds.

Kara is ready to throw a punch, but Sam stops her. As the two continue laughing at Kara, Sam steps forward and speaks her mind.

"Guys, don't you think that leadership is about more than just intelligence and grades," Sam says.

It's a really thoughtful argument point which the other two don't really pay attention to.

"Right, and next you'll tell me that we should let the dumb people be president," Rachel laughs.

"Maybe you need to learn your place baby," Fiona shoves her to the floor.

Her head hits the nearby dresser, loud enough to catch my attention. Most of this conversation is not really something I am concerned with. The loud thud of Sam's head upset me. It got my attention and I don't like seeing someone get hurt. I go to check on Sam on the floor where she's near tears while rubbing her head. Kara tries to help her up.

"You okay?" Kara asks her.

"I'm sniff sniff... I'm fine," she says, trying to keep her composure.

"Oh my gosh, you cry baby..." Fiona laughs.

I get up and approach Fiona and Rachel who have now gotten a good laugh from bullying the other two.

"Are you two done?" I say to them.

"Ah, you want to join in? Don't you have plotting to do. I look forward to your failure, maybe I will warn Maddie and Olivia about your plan to seduce them. It'll be easy, I'll just say you have a weird girl crush," Rachel teases.

"Oh don't be mean to her Rachel, she has no chance. Trust me, let's leave her to crash and burn. Then one of us will be the head pet, probably me but if it's you. Then it's still a more realistic choice than this nobody," Fiona adds.

"I wonder how she got her own room? Even my dad couldn't score this, and I begged him" Rachel pondered, still gushing over it.

"Who cares, maybe once the mistress sees just how dominant we can be, she'll give us one. This is where I'll be fucking you with my strapon, right Gabi?" She says with a wink.

Fiona may not know this, but behind my blank expression is a burning anger. It's been growing the last few weeks and it's reached its boiling point.

"Apologize to Sam, right now." I order

"Pfft... please. Why should I, she was being her sweetie princessy self. It's disgusting, if she comes here I will bitch slap her and push her again. So tell her to stay away from me. Unless she wants to eat me out. It's the only thing her tongue is good at it seems."

"I think I would prefer her tongue in my asshole, I'm sure she has a god like tongue to make Briggs cum like that," Rachel mentions.

"It wasn't a request Fiona, you will apologise. Get your ass up, go over there and say sorry," I demand.

"You're not the boss of me Gabi, the mistresses aren't here. Your friends are not here to protect you either. So you can cut the crap and go lay on your bed. I do like hanging out here though, you've got nice snacks. I think I might bring some friends over to chill. We won't bother you if you don't bother us."

"I don't think you heard me, get up and apologise to Sam," I say once more.

"Or what?" Fiona says. Rolling her eyes with her snide remark before turning back to chat with Rachel.

"Kara, Sam..." I go to them.

"They made me your leader didn't they? So you have to listen to me, is that right?"

"Yes Gabi," they say.

"Then help me punish these two, they clearly need to be reminded of the pecking order."

The girls take time to respond, perhaps unsure of what it means to follow my orders. I guess it's because they sense something has changed in me. How I talk to them, with authority rather than indifference.

"Will you make us do things we don't want to do?" Kara asks.

"I will make you do things only when I need you to, not before or after," I answer

"I see. Well I heard what happened at the cafeteria and I kinda like you Gabi. So if helping you means the Mistresses are happy I can live with that.," Kara says.

The two mean girls turn, noticing the rest of us surrounding them.

"What is this, revenge of the sluts? Can you guys step off, you're disturbing my space," Fiona says.

"Ahh Fi, I think they are serious," Rachel says, a slightly worried look on her eyes.

"I don't know about this, can't we just talk it out?" Sam asks.

"No, we need to make it clear what happens when you defy the rules. We can't always run to the Mistresses for our disagreements and I won't let them bully you."

Sam hesitates for a moment before nodding her head. She aggressively grabs then drags the smaller Rachel off her chair.

"What the!" she screams. "Hey let me go you bitch," she yells.

"Good girl," I say.

Kara and I both get a hold of Fiona.

"Hey let me go, I don't want your grubby little hands on me. Hey, stop, leave me alone!" she yells.

We figure out we need to gag them.

"Sam, I need your panties."

"Why?" She asks, perplexed.

"Just take them off, and give them to me!" I demand.

"Um okay.".

We tie down Rachel and Fiona, the former to a chair and the latter to the bed. Sam is still quite reluctant but my stern expression forces her hand. When I get a hold of her pair of panties, I note they are slightly wet which is probably from the day's earlier events, they have an erotic scent to them as well. I ball them up and shove them into Rachel's mouth. Then I grab some tape and wrap it around her head to keep it inside. Rachel hums loudly into them, but not a single thing can be heard other than the rumblings from her throat.

I give her a gentle slap before flicking her forehead with my finger.

"Not so tough now, are we hoe? You get to watch, so be glad," I say to her.

I look at Fiona who has a look of slight trepidation. Yet she tries to calm herself, and starts protesting.

"No stop, don't come near me. I was joking Gabi, come on... please noo nooo," Fiona yells.

She's reacting to us surrounding her attempting to get her compliant. She tries to wriggle free but the joints are well secured.

"So you think you're all that huh?" I ask her. "Here's a newsflash little girl, you're not and I'm going to make you a quivering little whore just like I'm going to make your two cute friends. I suggest you enjoy this, because until I feel sure that you're going to listen... you're going to be getting this alot."

"No Gabi, please... I won't taunt you or Sam anymore. I won't make fun of Kara, I'll stop."

I briefly hover over her head with a satisfied grin.

"I don't fucking care, I asked you twice to apologise, and you didn't. I didn't think I had it in me to take control, but you make me want to punish you. You make me want to fuck you hard with a big fat strapon, because your mean little ass needs to be pounded to submission, so I'm going to make that happen. I'm sure the Mistresses broke you in already, but maybe you need to be broken just a little bit more. Just to get a feel for what it's like to truly submit, to truly be a whore for fake plastic cock. To truly be my whore," I rant.

Kara and Sam are waiting patiently beside the bed. I focus on them, we quickly get naked. I give my two assistants a quick kiss and playful slap on the ass. Kara warms up to me nicely, she likes the sensuality and softness of a girl's kiss. Yet, as expected, Sam is unsure of what or how to kiss me, but she does moan into my lips. I try to slow down for her sake, and I earn a small gasp. We break the kiss and I smile at her, which makes her blush. Her pale skin turns a bright pink, possibly from being turned on but definitely from making out with me.

I make them kiss each other, the passionate Kara attacks Sam with all she has. She definitely likes her quite a bit... maybe even more than me. I'm not jealous, I love to see their affection symbolically represented. They hold each other forever, I basically don't exist. They're fingers explore their respective bodies, sliding up and down Sam's slender body. Yet Sam gets a firm grip of Kara's breasts. They touch each other's lips, and delve down to each other's necks.

I would love to let them go on, but they have other things they need to be doing.

"That's enough for you two," I say. "Sam, get me the toy. The biggest cock we've got, this bitch needs to be fucked hard."

I turn my attention back to the now quiet Fiona. She gazes at me, still unsure of how to feel about my clear intentions. On the one side is her lust, it's clear to see from her hard nipples poking against her top. She has a good view of the threeway makeout session too.

On the other hand, we have her fear. She doesn't trust that I won't hurt her.

"Kara, get her ready! Remove that shit she's wearing and get her soaking wet. She'll need it for the fucking I'm about to give her."

"Gabi please, let's talk about this," she whimpers.

"Sam asked to talk and you scoffed. You laughed then you teased her, so you only have yourself to blame. I have more than enough energy to make sure you get strapped today. I'm going to fuck you fucking hard and so fuckong fast, till you beg for more."

"You can't!" she cries out.

"I can and I will, without mercy. I think you should start preparing for your inevitable submission rather than arguing with me on what I can and can't do. You are in my room after all, so you will follow my rules. My ruling is you're getting fucked and nothing on will stop me," I tell her.

"Gabi!" she begs. "Please Gabi," she gazes at me with sad eyes.

"Kara, what's taking so long?" I ask her. Kara is trying to remove Fiona's clothes without undoing her restraints. It's a long process, which is only adding to Fiona's anxiety. She's clearly getting just how helpless she is.

Her weak and feeble attempts to wriggle out are doubled when she sees what Sam brings back. Her eyes widen when they spot the monster cock being handed to me. I raise it up and show it to her.

"Ohh you're afraid of this. Oh trust me, this will fit inside you... don't you worry," I say.

The strapon is far bigger than the one used on Rachel, near pornstar levels of size. Which is just slightly thicker than a regular dick yet a fair bit longer, which scares her.

That's good.

"There's no way that'll fit," she says.

"It'll fit sweetie, I've seen plenty of ladies take it bigger," I tell her.

"I'm not a pornstar Gabi," she remarks

"You are today, you're my pornstar."

We giggle at the jabs, perhaps taking some much needed revenge.

Sam pours lube all over my dick, and gets to work rubbing it up. As she strokes it, I catch her off guard with a soft kiss. We share a deep wet kissing as she strokes my fake plastic cock. This time, she's able to match me. She explores my mouth as much as I explore hers.

She adds on to that, by letting her fingers ever so gently linger beyond the cock, sliding under the shaft and between the straps where my pussy is. The naughty girl is playfully teasing me with each stroke, it's hot. Taping my clit, and getting me to moan.

Her lips are softer, dare I say the softest I've ever kissed. Her mouth tastes incredible especially with the slightly familiar taste of Miss Briggs. I glance down and notice Kara's ass. She's licking Fiona who has quietened down from the attention being paid. It's a nice to see Fiona shut up and given that Kara is naked, her ass protrudes towards us as if she were asking to be fucked.

I bend down, pulling Sam with me. While Kara eats out Fiona, we take turns making out then licking her pussy lips. If she creams a little bit, we share it between our greedy mouths. We turn back to licking her wet pussy lips before I start to really note the different sensations all around me. The taste of Sam's lips to Kara's pussy lips. How Sam is more excited from kissing than Kara is from being eaten out, or how Kara's bare feet curl when I lick her clit.

Sam is superb in this light, her pale skin does well in the ambient bedroom. She has incredibly frail yet dainty features. Supple skin. The way her small yet perky tits have nipples which are hard as stone to the touch, and flicking them causes Sam to whine in delight.

She always drools and wails when I touch them, which is a great setup for me to stick my tongue in her mouth. I lick her mouth then suck her tongue, before we continue slowly making out. I compliment that with soft playful slaps to Kara's pert ass. I give her a few more before taps, causing her to playfully shake her ass. I go in deep, sticking my tongue into her pussy hole. She moans, straight into Fiona who by now is having her own amazing dive into sexual submission.

We alternate until eventually, I tell Kara to get up then I pull Fiona towards me.

"Sam, go suck her tits while I fuck her," I order

"Yes Mistress Gabi," she says.

Those words hit me like a train. When did I become a Mistress? I don't have the time to consider that, Kara asks what she should do.

"You deserve a reward for getting her wet, how about you ride that ugly face of hers."

"Yes Mistress," she says.

"Would you like to be a slut?" I ask her, who shakes her head while recovering from an orgasm that I didn't even notice.

"Too bad!" I chide. "You don't have a say in this," I remind her.

Kara gently straddles a breathless Fiona, who is trying to get her bearings. She must have been brought to a few climaxes during her time being eaten out. It's no concern to me as I have a pussy to pound. I grab her thighs as the girls get into position. Then slowly push my cock against her soft entrance. Fiona wasn't kidding when she said she didn't think it would fit. Then again, I wasn't lying when I said I'd fuck her, because I am going to do it.

I spit on the head of my cock and then press in. It takes a little bit of finagling but the cock head eventually forces her pussyhole open. Fiona loudly gasps into Kara's pussy, who really doesn't seem interested in whether or not Fiona is into it. She presses harder, getting off on using her mouth or face. It doesn't matter to her either way. Fiona probably doesn't like it, but her mouth is open so she is clearly taking it. I can see her tongue swirling in and out of her Kara's tasty looking cunt. All the while Sam makes passionate love to Fiona's breasts. She is entering bliss.

This is when I press my cock into her, then push as far inside her as I can go. Much to my surprise her pussy is so tight, that I can barely get two inches inside her. Each stroke is quite an arduous process. This gives me an appreciation for how skilled the other Mistresses must be. Doing this in such a pleasurable manner requires quite a bit of skill, I'm slightly concerned that I may hurt Fiona, but that uncertainty is broken soon.

"Fuck me! Harder! Please go harder!" she cries but it's muffled into Kara's pussy.

She's close and needs the pounding for her orgasm to come through. I give it to her, shoving my cock halfway in and watching her pussy lips grab my it on exit.

"Naughty fucking whore, you're pussy won't let it go. You're going to be a good fuck," I say to her.

Fiona coos, it's distinct even with Kara muffling her screams.

In an attempt to up the tempo, I look to mimic Kara's frantic bobbing. Her body, and more importantly her pussy presses hard into Fiona's face. Kara looks like she's about to cum, so I reach forward and lick her neck while squeezing her large breasts. Kara's got quite a set of big tits. Bigger than mine. They are mesmerising to look at and I am unable to resist giving them a groping. She jerks forward, creaming quickly excessively on Fiona's messy face. All over the poor teen and she gives Fiona a mouthful of delicious girl cum.

I combine this moment by finding a steady rhythm, like a dance with a beat. As Fiona screams I fuck, and when Kara creams I pull out. Sam adds the final ingredient, which is slow slurps of Fiona's dark nipples. The whore reaches breaking point after breaking point. Her cum coats my bed, dripping out of her every few seconds. Her legs are in my grasp and are trying to break free as I fuck her to a mind numbing orgasm, carring into another electrifying orgasm. It's like a second wind entered my soul, one where I have no fears or worries about her well being because she's mine to use and abuse. Mine to control and treat however I like.

It's power that I feel, pure power. It's a different type of feeling from submitting where you reach the throes of heaven. In this position, with this view I feel like I'm the queen of hell. That no one can stop me, not the least bit this dumb bitch beneath me cumming on my cock again. Her legs tremble and almost break free of my grasp. Kara doesn't let her breath, continuing to muffle her with her sweet cries. Fortunately, I hear a few key words come out. Mainly, "oh you bitch," or, "I'm fucking cumming," or "Shit you fuck me so fucking good," or "Oh fuck!"

I didn't plan for this to happen, but it's beautiful that it did. After what I believe is the eighth or ninth orgasm she squirts a small jet of cum onto my pelvic region. It is quite the event, all things considered. It comes as a surprise to both of us.

"Kara get off her, Sam you too... come here." I tell them.

They both move towards me, and I point to the stain on my lower abdomen. They quickly lick it up before we have another three way kissing session.

"Aww fuck, are you sharing my cum?" Fiona asks in a daze.

"Shut up bitch, don't talk unless you're spoken to," I scold her.

Fiona remains silent, watching in her semi conscious state as we share her nectar.

She lays quietly while we have our fun. When we finish, I'm exhausted. I take off the toy and hand it to Kara. Then I turn around, to notice an envious looking Rachel. She's already gotten down with a toy today. Her pussy must be sore, and I don't have the energy to give it to her.

Yet a naughty idea comes to mind.

"Miss Taylor hasn't fucked your ass, has she?" I grin.

Rachel immediately catches my drift and starts her own attempts to break free. Sam tied her up, and unlike Kara she didn't do the greatest job tying up our victim. Rachel briefly broke free only to have me grab hold of her arm. I over power the small girl, and ask Kara to help me do the same. We move Fiona off the bed, her prone body still too weak to resist or move on its own. She's pulled to the floor, where she is left to lie. Still in orgasm delirium, the after effects send shockwaves throughout her body.

We then place Rachel down and I remove the gag.

"Ugh," she says while spitting out the lint in her mouth. "Disgusting! I don't want to play your silly little games!"

"It's not a game, this is a punishment sweetheart. You'll get yours, you can count on that. Kara will administer this one, since she's been an obedient little bitch."

"I promise you that when I am free you will regret everything you've done, my father will have your heads," she says.

It's a weak threat, "Don't waste your breath Rachel... I don't care who or what you plan to do. You will submit to me and it will be by my will. You'll be my first submissive anal slut, the first to get strapped."

We begin ripping off her skirt. We take off her tight top, leaving her in only heels and thigh high socks. She has cute red panties, so I leave them on because they compliment her deep brown skin. She fervently protests throughout the process, but the girls know better than to listen to her.

We turn her body over and her face is buried into the bed. We pull her ass up, until she's on her knees then we tie her elbows to them. This leaves her perfectly open and vulnerable, much like Kara was. I shove the panties aside and spot the stick mess beneath them.

"Oh, someone enjoyed what she saw," I say with a hard smack on her ass. "You're wet, really wet."

"Ahh" she groans.

I stick a finger inside her pussy, then bring the cream to my mouth. It's quite the savory taste and to think, I thought I'd never get to have this black beauty because I am too weak. Now I know I've been lying to myself, it's clear to me that I am capable of being the dyke in the room. These cuties have no idea what else I have planned for them.

"Delicious," I exclaim.

The girls do the same, they start probing. Kara is particularly intrusive, her finger rams right in. First two, then three. She has no mercy. She manages to stuff four, her hands just small enough to fit. I order Sam to lube her asshole, first with her fingers, then using her tongue. It playfully winks and spreads open when Sam starts sticking her tongue in it. It closes right up when she takes it out.

I become a spectator, letting the two of them lead the process. Only caressing their bodies as they work the sexy small black girl. Rachel's ass is quite wide, wider than the rest of us. I am a bit jealous of her, she's got amazingly wide hips which she probably inherited from her african roots. The girls make sure to grasp and spread each butt cheek. Keep it open for their probing.

Sam coats her fingers in lube then sticks a few in, while Kara rams her four digits in and out. It's a double penetration of fingers, and only here do I see Rachel press back.

"Please be gentle," she whines.

Her body comes to life and her moans are growing ever more vocal. They also grow more frequent and fill the room. The soft cries for help and the threats she threw our way are now demands for us to keep going.

"Fuck, that feels so good. Oh shit Kara, stuff me... oh fuck! Right there, that's the spot baby. That's it, finger fuck my tight black pussy and asshole. Oh shit!"

Her body, particularly her left leg, shakes rapidly. It's distracting, I'm afraid the restraints will break and she'll accidentally kick someone.

Sam leans over, removing her finger then sticking her tongue inside. Kara takes her other hand and tickles Rachel's clit. Her small nub is mercilessly toyed with and she bucks like a bull with each hit. Suddenly she stiffens up, her leg muscles pop out and we witness her groan into my bed.

Her climax rushes in, it shoots right into her. The veins on her body swell and annoying left leg doesn't stop shaking. Her entire face is the picture of an orgasmic high. Her eyes pressed shut yet her mouth is just wide enough for her to drool all over my blanket. Several small shots of girl juice drip and coat Kara's hands. Then she quickly licks them, sensually enjoying the taste.

She spreads Rachels lips open and I witness first hand as cream seeps out of her gorgeous cunt. I almost drool, and I push Kara's fingers away. Diving head first into the puddle of girl cream, and unwilling to wait another second for a good taste. I lap it up, a mouthful of her cum all the while the other two watch patiently. I feel myself involuntarily shaking, the taste of her cum bringing me to the brink of a powerful orgasm. I stop myself short then grab Sam so that she gets her own taste of her cum. I also get a taste of the black girl's ass in the process. Sam is incredibly comfortable with my invasions, not bothered by my mouth. Not bothered by the caressing I often do when we kiss.

Quickly, I switch to Kara who gets a nice long taste ass and pussy. We kiss for a few brief moments, and she quickly reinserts her fingers inside the already hapless Rachel. I'm so caught up by the case that I almost forgot why the hell we have Rachel bent over like this.

Sam taps my shoulder, "Is this okay?" she asks.

She presents Rachel's well lubed asshole, so soaked that her hole just can't seem to remain shut. It's begging to be fucked, and Kara lights up.

"Can I, please Mistress?" She implores.

"I guess my revenge can wait, you go on right ahead Kara. Sam, let's give you your reward."

I hold Sam's hand and place her beside Rachel. Her eyes are soaked with what I assume are tears of ecstasy, her mascara is running. Her face is sweaty and messy, she looks like she's been sobbing. Yet her body remains in place. She sees me place Sam on her back and spread her legs. She watches as I stick my tongue out, with my eye on her, and rub it against Sam's wet pussy. She groans at the gorgoues image of me tasting Sam's cute pussy.

Behind her, Kara is lubing up her cock and preparing to shove it inside her. I can't watch the buttfucking while pleasing my new delightful pet. So I focus on her, and let my ears tell me what's happening with Kara. The first big event is the loud scream which must be Kara's first entry.

I briefly turn my head to see, and Kara has already gotten that huge thing half way in

"Ahh, take it out. Take it out! Stop, take it out right now," she screams.

"Fuck no, don't you dare. Just be gentle, but keep fucking the shit out of her. You got that Kara!"

"Yes ma'am," she giggles.

She adjusts her angle of approach in an effort to make a smoother entry. She places her feet on the bed in an effort to line it up properly. She deftly forces the strapon down in a piledriver-doggy style position.

"Good girl," I say before Samantha softly turns my head.

"Please Mistress," she says softly.

I'm clearly neglecting Sam, so I continued my long slow strokes of her small pink clit using my tongue. She rubs her breasts with one arm, while her other holds my hair. I gaze up at her as she bites her lips, flinching on each light tap of her clit with my tongue. Next to me Rachel heaves. Her laboured breathing is in rhythm with the buttfucking coming from Kara. It's consistent enough to be her response to each thrust of Kara's cock into her poor asshole. I pull away from Sam and look to see her face.

Her eyes are barely open. Yet they are facing me, and almost emotionless. Like she's resigned to her fate, where she's simply a fuckdoll. Her mouth is close enough that I can hear the soft whispers of the word 'fuck'. I try to move closer to hear her, and Sam once again pulls me back. Wanting me to taste more of her pussy, this time I dig my tongue into her slit. Then push it into her tight pussy hole, which is where the sweet girl juice is. It's not yet leaking out of her, but it's coming. A tasty creamy prize which desperately wants to come out but my constant need to check on Rachel keeps me from fishing it out. This only adds to Sam's distress, which causes her to whimper whenever I stop.

For the next few minutes, I lick while staring straight at Rachel's helpless body. She's absolutely exhausted but I know damn well that she likes it. Every now and then she gasps deeply, almost always in line with Kara's thrust into her butt. Kara sometimes stops to admire the gaped asshole.

"Don't you fucking stop fucking my asshole you dirty bitch!" She yells.

If I wasn't sure of her health before. I'm convinced now. "You heard her, Kara," I say.

"I love this," Kara says.

She puts the cock back in, and gives Rachel some sloppy hard thrusts, the most she can muster with whatever strength she has left. These last few hard poundings leave her absolutely defenseless and weak. That leg of her shakes again, and the idea of her cumming to a good butt pounding turns me on so much that I have to stick my hands between my legs and rub myself. It drives me wild, and I can't take it out on myself so I take it out on Sam's pussy. So far I have been going light on her but I try again with renewed vigor. I double down and press my tongue into her tight pussy. It spreads open and then gives out a little bit of cum. Then I take it to her clit where with a few twirls she crashes into a gentle orgasm. She shudders, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She squeezes her left nipple, as the rush runs through her.

"Ahh Gabi!" She gasps and echoes my name in the process.

I get up and kiss her, capturing her orgasm in my mouth and serving it to her. She gets a taste and kisses me back. At the same time, Rachel breaks down. She essentially passes out during her orgasm at the hands of Kara who gives her a well earned rest. She falls over to the side and crawls to us, where she joins our makeout session.

"Do we really have to sleep next to this horny cow?" Kara asks.

"Get her off the bed, only the loyal bitches sleep with me today."

I shove her off, and let her lie next to Fiona. They lay there, completely drained. Rachel visibly shivers, her orgasm making her suddenly feel cold while Fiona is still passed out.

We slept on the bed, kissing, caressing, giggling and absolutely in peace.