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Kelli Gets Even Ch. 1

By: Kelli Bleu



Kelli walked out of her dorm, knowing that everything was going to change, beginning tonight. Her plans were in place; now she just had to push through the rest of the day without letting onto the truth. She had heard revenge was sweet... now it was time to put that idea to the test. It was Monday night of finals week, and she had 5 people to get even with, one for each night, culminating with her graduation on Saturday. After three and a half years of mistreatment from those 5 people, she had spent most of the last semester getting ready to balance the scales; it was good to know that the time was at hand.

Her first victim was Bonnie. She was working from small to large, from the person she simply disliked up to those she hated outright. It was going to be too much fun. Kelli's tests were easy, she was a great student, she barely needed to concentrate on anything besides her plans, always her plans.

Bonnie had been her friend once; at least Kelli had thought Bonnie was her friend. That all changed after a few months, when the prank that Bonnie had been scheming for came to fruition. Kelli had been at the gym, working out as she did 4 nights a week to keep her body in perfect shape. It was late, about 2 in the morning; Kelli worked at the gym, and was able to stay beyond normal hours. There was no one else around. When she stepped out of the shower, she was surprised and horrified to find that all of her stuff was missing... her gym bag, her bookbag, and, worst of all, her clothes! She had stayed in the gym for 15 minutes, stricken by fear, before she remembered that she could call her roommate, Bonnie, for help. She called, and a sleepy sounding Bonnie said she'd come right over with some clothes, but Kelli would have to open one of the outer doors so she could get in. They agreed upon a door, and Kelli went down to open it. When she did open the door, with a big smile of thanks on her face, Bonnie grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door, which closed and locked immediately, to the delight of the large crowd of men that was standing outside watching. Bonnie laughed as Kelli turned red from the soles of her feet to the tips of her hair, and then ran away, dodging grabbing hands as she ran to the dorm. Before she made it there, Kelli was picked up by security; by the time she had told her story, there was no evidence to implicate Bonnie. A week later, a videotape appeared at Kelli's door... someone had recorded the whole thing on tape. Kelli was humiliated for the entire semester. Tonight, she would get even.

Day turned to night, and Kelli went to work on her revenge. She had enlisted the help of two people... a male stripper who owed her a favor, since she let him into the college's gym for free, and a girl who worked in the theatre department. Kelli went to the college's theatre and made sure that all was in preparation, which it was, of course... she had left nothing to chance. Several months before she had arranged the details. Since then, the stripper had contrived to meet Bonnie, to become friends; tonight, he was going to get her drunk and "put the moves" on her. Kelli knew Bonnie well enough to know she wouldn't miss her chance to do someone as beautiful as Mike (the stripper)... that's why Kelli had chosen him for this plan. Kelli slid quietly behind the couple as they walked across the campus; Mike was "wired" with a microphone; she had the receiver attached to an ear piece in her ear.

Kelli ducked out of sight as the couple stopped to kiss each other... a long, lingering kiss. Bonnie was showing all the signs of wanting to rip Mike's clothes off and do him right there on the lawn. Mike looked at Bonnie and said "let's make this special... I know a great place." He led her by the hand into the back entrance of a nearby building, conveniently unlocked by Kelli earlier in the evening.

Once inside the building, Mike took a cloth out of his hand and wrapped it around Bonnie's eyes, blinding her. "Oooh, Kinky" she breathed at him, "I can't see a thing."

"you'll love this" Mike promised. He led her through several rooms into a large open space with only a chair in it. He set Bonnie down on the chair and flipped a switch; loud music began to play, a sexy sultry mix of sounds. Bonnie sat on the chair and listened; she could only hear the music, could barely hear Mike as he walked over in front of her. Kelli watched from the shadows. Mike took a moment to appreciate the woman in front of him... Bonnie was 5-2, 120lbs or so, more voluptuous than slim, but gorgeous nonetheless. She had done it right this evening; she was heavily made up, wearing a short black skirt and halfshirt that displayed her body perfectly.

"Okay, Bonnie, are you ready? Tell me what you want." Mike said. "I want everything, Mike, I want you all over me, I want your cock in me, I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before," Bonnie said, predictably being her own slutty self, inhibitions removed by too much alcohol. "I think I can promise that" Mike said, pulling her to her feet. With quick movements he pulled off her top and skirt, revealing that she was only wearing thigh-hi's underneath. "Mmm, very sexy" he said, bending to kiss her nipples, fingering her pussy gently. Bonnie moaned with pleasure.

He picked her up, then sat her down on the chair, spreading her legs wide. Kneeling before her he began to eat her out, pausing only to tell her "talk to me, Bonnie. Tell me what you want. Keep telling me." His hands savaged her breasts as he licked, kneading them hard enough to make her gasp, bringing the nipples to full attention. Her voice was strained as she talked to him while he ate her... "more.. yes, more... oh please... harder.... More....." After she shook with her first orgasm, Mike stood and walked around behind her, tipping the chair back just a little, and positioned his cock at her lips. Without a second's pause, she started to suck him. "Play with yourself while you suck me, my little slut" mike said as he held her head in place, fucking her mouth. Bonnie obliged, sliding both hands down to her wet hole, spreading her legs wide. After several minutes of this, Mike picked her up again, spun the chair around, and set her down standing, legs spread wide, hands on the back of the chair for support. Without a word he slammed inside of her from behind, causing her to cry out in pleasure, and continued to slam her over and over, spanking her occasionally, reveling in her cries of pleasure that were almost loud enough to drown out the throbbing music.

When he was ready, he pulled out of her and threw the chair out of the way, setting her on the floor. Again he positioned his cock at her lips and commanded her to masturbate; she spread her legs wide and started to finger fuck herself as he thrust in and out of her mouth. A few seconds later and he pulled out, spraying gobs of thick white semen over her painted face. "Keep doing yourself, I'll be ready again in a second" he told her; Bonnie obliged, moaning as she leaned back, bringing herself to yet another orgasm.

A few minutes passed as she pleasured herself. Then Bonnie heard a strange sound. It sounded like... clapping? She tore off the blindfold and blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light... and then she saw the audience. 300 people were in the theater, and had watched the entire episode.... Each time he had moved her, Mike had put her in the best position for the audience to watch as he used her, finally leaving her spread wide to the audience as she fingered herself. Bonnie looked around in utter shock for Mike, who was at this point standing beside Kelli in the back of the theater, where Bonnie couldn't see him. "Did I do good?" he asked her, laughing. Kelli reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "You were perfect." Bonnie now remembered she was naked, and looked frantically around for something to cover herself with. The bare stage gave her nothing, and she rushed out, through the audience, and out the front doors, naked, into the night air.

Laughing, Kelli popped the eject button on the videotape recorders, and took the tapes. "One for Mike, one for Me... and one for Bonnie," she commented to herself, laughing. It was true, revenge was sweet. As she was leaving, Mike looked at her and said "Did you like what you saw? There's plenty left..."

Kelli wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug. "Well, let's talk about that....." she said, and they walked arm in arm out of the building.

All the while, Kelli's mind was thinking.... One down. Four to go.

Thanks for taking the time to read this story! Please remember to vote, and please give me any feedback you wish. Cheers! Kelli.

Kelli Gets Even Ch. 2



Kelli awoke the next morning flush with pleasure at her revenge on Bonnie. She thought to herself, "that couldn't have gone any better!" She rolled out of bed, gave Mike a pat on his bare ass (well, she had to celebrate her victory, right?) and headed into the dorm bathroom to get ready for the day.

As she stood in the shower, she reviewed what she had decided to call "The Cindy Situation." Cindy was a friend of Bonnie's who delighted in making Kelli's life difficult, although Kelli didn't know about that at the time. The incident in question happened during Kelli's sophomore year, when she and Cindy had a class together. Kelli was interested in a guy named Steve who was also in the class... he was tall and gorgeous, and she got woozy just thinking about him during long lectures. Cindy noticed Kelli's attraction, and set out to screw it up for her. The whole class went to a party at Steve's frathouse, and Kelli got way too drunk in order to get up enough nerve to try to seduce Steve. Cindy came over and told Kelli that she'd noticed Kelli's attraction to Steve, and that she wanted to help.

She took Kelli up to a bedroom and sat her on the bed, and told Kelli that she would trick Steve into coming up into the bedroom. She was gone for what seemed like a long time, and Kelli was beginning to wonder what was up, when three girls burst into the room, giggling, obviously drunk as well. Kelli sat there speechless as the girls quickly stripped off their clothes, kissed each other deeply, and then stumbled to the bed and fell on top of her. She tried to protest, tried to break free, but one held her down while the other two acted, and before she knew it, her jeans were off, one girl was straddling her face, one was positioned between her legs, and the other was holding her wrists. Just then the door opened, and Steve walked in with Cindy behind him.

"Oh, geez" Steve said, and backed away from the bed. Kelli's retorts were muffled by the hand over her mouth, which was hidden from Steve's view by the girl on top of her; her writhing around to get free was misinterpreted as pleasure. She caught a glimpse of Cindy and Steve as they left the room. Cindy's hand was on his crotch as she said, loud enough for Kelli to hear "Wow, who knew she was a lesbian? It sure would be a shame to waste this big hard tool, though... maybe we can find somewhere to put it..." The girls rolled off of Kelli as the door closed, laughing at her. Kelli retrieved her clothes and ran from the room, and from the party, with that laughter echoing in her head... she wasn't able to get a date with a man for months that didn't involve suggestions of her bringing along some "girlfriends."

Back in her room, Mike nowhere to be seen, Kelli allowed a small smile to cross her lips. Sometimes you got what you deserved... It was time for Cindy to learn that lesson. And she was definitely going to learn it tonight.

Kelli had asked around, and found out that Cindy was studying for a final tonight in her dorm room, which was perfect. Kelli had previously dated someone in the college's computer center, and she had agreed to go on a few more dates with the guy in return for a little illegal access. She logged into the email system under Cindy's name, and sent a few emails to a few people, setting up tonight's entertainment. Then, while Cindy was in the shower, Kelli snuck into her room and set up a small lipstick camera that fed a tape machine and monitor in Kelli's room.

The lipstick camera was on loan from a local television station... it was good to have contacts. She also rigged Cindy's door not to lock, and headed back to her own room. Kelli looked at her watch... the first emails should be reaching their destinations in about 5 hours. She headed off to class, enjoying thoughts of what was to be.

Night finally came, with agonizing slowness. 9 o'clock was the "zero hour." At 8:50, she sat down in front of the monitor and turned on the feed from the lipstick camera, hitting record on the videotape machine. The view was from an upper corner of the room, and looked great. It showed Cindy sitting at her desk, studying. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, her long black hair in a ponytail. Cindy was about 5-4, fair skinned, about 105lbs, most of that in her chest. She had some of the largest breasts Kelli had ever seen on a girl that size, probably DD cup, maybe larger; Cindy claimed they were natural, but Kelli thought she'd had them done. There was a microphone on the camera, so Kelli was able to hear the CD playing in the background as Cindy studied.

Right at 9 o'clock there was a knock on the door. Cindy looked pissed, and stormed over to the door, flinging it open. Her boyfriend of the moment, Chad, stood in the hallway. "What the fuck are you doing here? You KNOW I have to study!" Cindy said to him, hands on hips.

Unknown to Cindy, Kelli had set up this meeting. She had sent an email from Cindy's account addressed to a girl friend of Cindy's that "accidentally" got sent to Chad instead. In that email, "Cindy" (really Kelli) had whined about what a wimp Chad was, and how she should dump him. What she really wanted was a man who knew what he wanted and took it, without any caring about anything else, without any questions, any conversation... a real man. How, when she finished studying that night at 9pm, she was going to go find herself a real man and get the fucking of her life... maybe even let him tie her up and try her backdoor, her last virgin territory. How Chad could never be man enough to do that. That email was a work of art, Kelli chuckled as she saw Cindy yelling at Chad. A damn fine work of art. She should have brought popcorn for this performance. The thing that made it work was the Cindy was just enough of a tramp to have said all of those things.

Without a word, Chad strode in and closed the door. Grabbing the stunned Cindy, he swung her around and pushed her hard against the wall, hard enough that the breath blew out of her body with a gasp. "You wanted a real man... now you're going to get it." Chad said, grabbing her t-shirt and pulling it up over her head, covering her face with it. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out some nylon rope, which he used to bind her arms above her at the wrists. Cindy was trying to speak at this point, so he pushed some of the t-shirt into her mouth as well, and wrapped a piece of rope around to hold it in. Cindy writhed around, trying to get away, as he held her hands above her head. Then, bending his knees, he threw her up over his shoulder, grabbed her sweatpants and panties, and yanked them off of her, leaving her clad only in bra and the t-shirt over her head. Cindy's muffled voice yelled curses as he tossed her onto the bed. He simply turned up the music.

Deciding to take his time, Chad slowly stripped off his clothes, watching as Cindy tried to get up off the bed, watching those gorgeous breasts bouncing around, then gently knocking her off balance each time she was close to success. Finally, He effortlessly flipped her over on her back, knelt between her legs, and began licking. Her protests trailed away as he ate her, becoming gasps of pleasure. His hands undid her bra, freeing her breasts, which he kneaded roughly enough to mix some pain with the pleasure she was feeling. As she shuddered in orgasm, he undid her hands and removed the t-shirt, tying one hand to each bedpost and stuffing her panties into her mouth, tying them in place again to muffle her protests. He climbed up and straddled her, looking her in the eyes. "There are 3 things I've wanted to do to you that you've never let me, because you always want to be in control. Tonight you're not."

Having said that, he shifted down a little, squeezed her breasts together, and began to tit-fuck her. He knew that she was holding this back to tantalize... it was as good as he thought it would be. As he felt himself build towards orgasm, he stopped, and stepped off of her. Kelli could see the relief in Cindy's eyes. That relief turned to denial as he lifted her up and turned her over, placing her on all fours on the bed. Her muffled cries intensified as he dropped a finger to her sopping pussy and used it to lubricate her tight asshole. Positioning his cock at the entrance, he slid it inside slowly, ever so slowly, accompanied by Cindy's moans. It only took a few strokes before he was ready to cum; he pulled out, moved up, and shot his load onto Cindy's face, into her hair. Cindy collapsed on the bed.

Chad dressed and turned to face her. "I guess you must have figured if I got all that from you I wouldn't want you anymore. You were right. Goodbye." He strode out the door and out of Cindy's life. He knew she wouldn't do anything about tonight's episode; he was fairly sure she would look back and realize she wanted to be treated that way.

Kelli laughed to herself as she checked her watch. 10:15. Well, she thought, I mistimed it a little bit, the next act doesn't begin for another 15 minutes. Getting a great idea, she ran down the hall to Cindy's room and slipped inside unnoticed. Cindy had righted herself on the bed, and watched Kelli as she came in. "I won't bother you... I can see that you're all tied up!" Kelli taunted as she stood by Cindy's bed. "I just had to know..." with that, she reached down and grabbed Cindy's breasts. "Wow. They are real. That's great." Kelli ran back to her room, and waited for the next development. She laughed yet again, remembering the email that she had sent to those 4 computer geeks that Cindy gave such a hard time to in the class they shared. "Hi boys," the email read "I really feel bad about being so mean to you. I'll leave a present wrapped up in my dorm room for you. Come by at 10:30 and get it; don't bother unwrapping it at all, just use it right there, however you like. Oh, you might want to bring a camera. See you then. Cindy."

Kelli watched through the camera's lens as the 4 boys walked into Cindy's room, looked at each other, and closed the door, setting the chair in front of it to block it from opening. She had a feeling that Cindy wasn't going to get much studying done tonight. Kelli leaned back and watched, enjoying the voyeurism, thinking already about her plans for her next victim. Once again, she reflected: revenge is sweet.

Thanks for reading, remember to vote, and feel free to send me any comments!



Kelli Gets Even Ch. 3



Kelli woke Wednesday with thoughts of Cindy on her mind... Wondering if those boys that she had sent over were done with Cindy yet. Flipping on the monitor, she saw Cindy, still tied to the bed, with one of the boys at her head and one between her legs, both thrusting away. The other two boys were sleeping on the floor. Oh, well, Kelli thought... I guess it's no more than she deserved. Chuckling evilly, Kelli wandered off to the shower.

When she returned to her room, she sat for a few moments and savored the revenge she'd already had on Cindy and Bonnie. Today's was bigger, better, and more complex; it was time for Erin to get what was coming to her.

For the past 5 months, Kelli had been keeping up the pretense of being friends with Erin, not admitting that she knew what Erin had done to her. During the last semester, they had taken the same class. At the end of the semester, Erin had earned an "A" from the teacher by arranging for yet another prank to be pulled on Kelli. The teacher was a lech, gross in the extreme, which is probably the only reason Erin didn't just sleep with him to get the grade. Instead, she waited until the weekend of the big party and set up an inescapable situation for Kelli.

Kelli had confided in Erin that she was probably going to connect with the guy she was dating at the time during the party; she had no idea how right she was. Erin was secretly seeing the two-timing bastard as well, and together they put their plan into action. Kelli did get laid that night, several times in several positions, most of them very acrobatic, and very loud. The next class, the teacher asked her to come to his office in the basement, and Kelli noticed a very self-satisfied grin on Erin's face. She did, and he confronted her with a copy of the videotape, insisting that she take off all of her clothes and do as he said, or he would send a copy to her parents. In tears, Kelli did a striptease at his bidding; then he forced her to watch the tape with him, masturbating herself to climax each time she had an orgasm on the tape. Finally, he ordered her to give him a handjob. She did so, grateful that he didn't ask for something worse, and fled the scene with the tape, a copy of which he kept so she wouldn't go to any authorities. Needless to say, she found a reason to break up with the guy immediately; but she didn't let on that she knew Erin had set the whole thing up.

Now it was time for Erin to pay the price for her trick. Further abusing the email system, Kelli had sent email from Erin's account to a certain teacher requesting an appointment at a certain time in the professor's office to discuss some "extra credit activities." She had also sent email from that teacher's account to Erin, requesting a meeting at the same time to discuss her grades. Kelli had then arranged for some really good fake photos of Erin in the throes of passion to arrive in the teacher's email box, with a note promising more of the same when they got together. The best part was that Scott, a friend of Kelli's who had been dating Erin for a couple months at Kelli's request, had set up an erotic date with Erin that night immediately after the appointment, guaranteeing that Erin would dress provocatively. As usual, Kelli had the professor's office wired for video, and tapes ready to record the action.

Five p.m., the time of the encounter, came with agonizing slowness for Kelli as she sat in an empty office down the hall watching her monitor. Finally, Kelli saw Erin enter the professor's office. Checking to make sure her tapes were recording, Kelli leaned back to watch the show.

Erin was oozing sex. Her 5-6, 110lb frame was wrapped in a skintight sheath of red dress which ended just above the top of her black stockings. 4" fuck-me heels finished off the ensemble. She was obviously braless, her smallish but perfectly formed breasts pushing against the confines of the dress. She sat in the professor's outer office, waiting to be called inside. Finally, the door opened and she went inside, unaware of what was waiting for her beyond that barrier.

"Hello, Ms. Ashe" Erin said as she walked into the office.

"Hi Erin," the professor replied, "I think we need to talk about your grades. Close the door." Erin did so, and went to sit down at the professor's desk.

"Don't sit, Erin. Stand up, and face the wall, please." Somewhat confused, Erin did so. Professor Catherine Ashe walked up behind her then, and whispered in her ear. "I loved the pictures you sent to me.... And I think we can turn that F into an A in this class if you do exactly what I say."

Erin's first reaction was to say "I can't get an F, I won't graduate!" Her second reaction was to wonder about what pictures Catherine was talking about. Her third reaction, which pushed the other thoughts out of her mind, was "Oh my God" as the realization hit her and Ms. Ashe placed her hands on Erin's ass, squeezing gently.

"I think there's been some mistake," Erin began lamely.

"Oh, no mistake," replied Catherine. "You have something I want, and if you want to graduate, you're going to give it to me. Make your choice now." She punctuated the sentence with a hard slap on Erin's ass that shook her slight frame.

Erin ran through her options, and said the only thing she could say "Yes, Ma'am. Whatever you want." Catherine smiled with delight behind Erin's back; Kelli laughed out loud at Erin's predicament. When she had learned of Ms. Ashe's... tendencies a few months earlier, she had begun to plot; the payoff was better than she had hoped.

Ms. Ashe was many things. A professor for one. A lesbian for another. And, finally, a dominatrix in her spare time. Kelli applauded herself for her cleverness as she watched the spectacle unfold; the fake pictures she had sent had given Ms. Ashe the idea that Erin was a submissive lesbian; Erin had no way out of the situation she was in. Kelli tuned back in to what was going on as Catherine Ashe told Erin the rules of their encounter. "You will not speak unless instructed to do so. You will do what I say at all times. Any transgressions will be immediately punished. Do you understand? You may speak."

Erin said "Yes, Maam" meekly.

"Good slave" replied Catherine "now take off your dress." Erin complied, pulling the dress over her head and tossing it aside. Kelli laughed again; Erin was ready for her date with Scott... she wasn't wearing panties either. Echoing her thoughts, Catherine whispered in Erin's ear again "No panties... you ARE a good little slut for your mistress, aren't you? Now turn around and undress me, Erin."

Erin complied. First she took off Catherine's long skirt, revealing high leather boots underneath and thong panties. Then she removed Catherine's blouse and bra. "Now the panties, Erin... with your teeth." Trembling, Erin knelt in front of Catherine and tugged her panties down using only her mouth. Catherine now stood over Erin, an intimidating sight in thigh-high leather boots, dark straight hair that fell down her back, large breasts with hardened nipples pointing at Erin. Erin stood before her, clad in heels and stockings, waiting for what was to come next.

Catherine stepped forward, and without preamble grabbed Erin's breasts in her hands and squeezed. Erin gasped with the forcefulness of it; she was unable to control her body, though, which responded, hardening her nipples in Catherine's hands. "MMMM.... Very responsive. That's good, slave." Catherine walked over and unlocked a cabinet. Drawing an item from it, she walked back to Erin and affixed the nipple clamps on her erect nipples, gently tugging the chain that connected them to make sure they were secure, drawing multiple gasps of pain from Erin. "Don't worry... soon that will seem like nothing, Erin." Catherine consoled her.

Catherine pushed Erin up against the wall and groped her roughly, squeezing and pinching all over her body. Each time Erin tried to resist, Catherine tugged on the chain; Erin learned quickly how futile her protests were. After exploring Erin's body to her satisfaction, Catherine dragged Erin over to the desk and bent her over it, her ass sticking up high in the air. Reaching into the cabinet, Catherine pulled out a flexible rod. Without warning, she began spanking Erin with it, alternating softly and with power, drawing gasps and sobs from Erin. After several strokes she moved around to the front of the desk and knelt in front of Erin, placing them eye to eye. Reaching out and grabbing her chin, Catherine forced Erin to look at her; slowly, then, she leaned forward and licked Erin's tears away. "you're doing well, Erin... after the pain comes the pleasure." She returned to her position behind Erin and spanked her again, this time with her bare hand, until Erin's flesh was bright red.

"Spread your legs wider" Catherine ordered. Erin obeyed immediately. With a look of satisfaction, Catherine used the rod to gently rub Erin's mound; she smiled as Erin started to get damp from the ministrations. Reaching into the cabinet again she pulled out a vibrator with leg straps, placed it over Erin's clit, and strapped it around Erin's legs, keeping the remote control in her hand. "Now kneel, slave" Catherine commanded. Erin complied, kneeling at Catherine's feet. Catherine pulled a chair up and stepped one leg onto it. "Eat my pussy, slave." Several looks crossed Erin's face; as far as Kelli knew, Erin had never had a lesbian experience before. Erin's indecision was eliminated a few seconds later when Catherine slapped her across the face and pushed Erin's lips against her wet pussy.

Erin started to lick, hesitantly at first, then more forcefully. With each pleasure Catherine felt, she triggered the vibrator, giving some pleasure to Erin. She alternated with yanks on the chain, just to make sure Erin's senses were always on edge. "MMMM that's good.... You're a natural, Erin..." Catherine moaned, causing Erin to lick even more furiously. Finally abandoning herself to the situation, Erin slid 2 fingers inside Catherine, causing her to cum immediately. As she did, she turned up the vibrator full blast, bringing Erin to orgasm almost immediately.

Catherine climbed off of the desk and stood in front of Erin again. Grabbing her hair, Catherine lifted Erin to her feet and threw her down face first on the desk again. Pulling some straps from the cabinet, Catherine bound Erin to the desk, legs spread wide, face pressed hard against the wood, the straps going across the back of her neck painfully. Pulling a huge strap-on out of the cabinet, Catherine put it on and stood in front of Erin so she could see it. Erin's eyes grew very wide at the sight of it, and she started to whimper; Catherine picked up her own panties that Erin had removed from her earlier and stuffed them into Erin's mouth to keep her quiet. Kelli watched with great pleasure at Erin's discomfort.

Moving behind Erin, Catherine spanked her again with the flexible rod, then teased her with the strap-on, getting her very wet. She flicked the vibrator to it's fastest position, then set it aside, grinning as Erin's whimperings increased from her prone position on the desk. In one thrust she pierced Erin with the strap-on, causing Erin to scream with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the huge piece of plastic slid within her, filling her completely. Catherine then alternated slaps with thrusts, each move causing Erin to cry out into her gag. A few more thrusts and slaps and Erin climaxed again, shaking all over. With almost no pause, Catherine moved around to the front of the desk, pulled the panties from Erin's mouth, and slid the huge strap-on between her lips. Erin gagged as Catherine slowly fucked her mouth with the strap-on, her head pressed hard against the desk. Erin's whimpers trailed off as she submitted to the abuse; finally, Catherine slid from her mouth and unbound her.

Pushing her back from the desk Catherine commanded "Kneel, slave." Erin complied immediately. "Know now that you belong to me for the next week, or I will fail you in my class and you will not graduate. I expect you to return to me each day at 2pm, no question. You will do this, slave?" Erin nodded meekly, eyes downcast.

Kelli leaned back and popped the tape from the recorder. It had not gone perfectly, but it was still good... and who knew what might happen tomorrow? She left the building already thinking of her next victim.



Kelli Gets Even Ch. 4



Kelli smiled to herself as she leapt out of bed. Thursday already... she'd gotten even with 3 of the five, only 2 left... and then graduation on Saturday and she'd be away from them forever. She had a decided bounce in her step as she headed for the shower....

Tonight it was Holli's turn to pay. This one was especially delicious... Holli was getting married on Sunday, and tonight was her bachelorette party, early because of graduation on Saturday. Kelli's mouth twisted in an evil grin as she remembered what Holli did to her, and how much Holli deserved what she was going to get.

Kelli got melancholy as she remembered Chris, her boyfriend for 2 years, her longest relationship to date. They had something special... best friends, and the best sex she'd ever had in her life. He didn't even rush to get into bed with her, but waited until she was ready... definitely a class act. After about a year and a half, Kelli became friends with Holli, and the three of them started spending time together. It was fun... Kelli trusted Holli and Chris implicitly, and there were no problems.

It all came crashing down one Friday. Kelli had been in class all day, and was to meet Chris at his dorm at 7pm. When she arrived, he wasn't there. She waited for a while, then got pissed off and went home. She had a message on her machine from Holli to come over that evening at 9pm, so she changed into non-date clothes and wandered over to Holli's sorority house.

When Kelli got there, she went straight up to Holli's room to complain about how Chris had treated her. When she knocked on the door, she heard a muffled exclamation from within the room... then Holli opened the door and stood in front of Kelli, her hands on her hips. Dressed only in a thong, her chest heaving with her deep breaths, Holli just looked at Kelli. Kelli's jaw dropped, and she muttered something unintelligible... then she looked beyond Holli and her heart dropped as well. On the bed, tied to it with silk scarves, in fact, was her beloved Chris... with one of Holli's sorority sisters deep-throating his cock and another one riding his face and moaning with pleasure. He couldn't even know she was watching him, he was so involved with the girls. Kelli looked at Holli who grinned at her and started to massage her bare breasts in front of Kelli. "He really wanted something exciting, Kel... so we gave it to him. It's not your fault that you're not hot enough...." Then Holli pushed Kelli's stunned form out the door and closed it in her face, locking it with an audible click.

To this day, Kelli was unsure of how she made it home that night. Chris tried to apologize, saying that Holli tricked him into it, but Kelli wasn't having any of it. She spent months in mourning before meeting Adam, her current boyfriend, and had never forgiven Holli for doing that to her; the two hadn't spoken since.

But they did have some mutual acquaintances, which was how Kelli found out about the bachelorette party tonight. The wedding party and a bunch of friends were going to a local bar that featured male strippers on Thursday nights, which worked out perfectly as far as Kelli was concerned. She had to dip into her savings to set up tonight's fireworks, but it was worth it to get back at Holli once and for all.

Kelli waded through her classes with no problem, and got to the bar around 6pm, an hour before they opened. As agreed, the video equipment and private room she had requested were in place; all of her plans were going well, with only one more little detail left to take care of.

With a quick check to make sure she had brought the money with her, she wandered back into the small "backstage" area. Going through a door marked "private" allowed her into the dressing room. Kelli had some trouble breathing as she took in the 6 members of the male stripper group. They ranged from 5-6 to 6' tall, all of them in excellent shape, in various states of dress from fully clothed to one man in just a thong-like thing that left nothing to the imagination. She coughed once and stepped forward through the men, letting her fingers run playfully across their bare skin.

Kelli had dressed to impress; her lithe form was covered in black leather, from her boots to her tight pants to the leather jacket she wore on top of a white tshirt, obviously braless. A vision in black, with blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders, she didn't have to do much to gather the attention of all the men in the room. They all came towards her, forming a circle around her.

"Now, gentlemen, I need you to do me a favor. It'll be a good favor, and you'll enjoy doing it." The men chuckled and leered at her.

One of them asked "And what do we get for doing you this favor?." Kelli chuckled and motioned them all in tight around her, and began to explain the whole thing to them..... After 10 minutes the men were laughing as well; Kelli handed them each a hundred dollar bill and left the room, high fiving a couple of the guys as she went. Everything was set... she just had to get into costume, and headed into the ladies room to do so.

20 minutes later she walked out a completely different person; her own boyfriend wouldn't recognize her. Heavy makeup darkened her pale features; a wig changed her hair completely; very high heels gave her several extra inches of height, and some strategic padding visually added 20 pounds to her weight. Her breasts were tightly wrapped, making them look much smaller. A fake accent finished off the transformation, and she stepped out onto the floor to wait tables for the evening, a privilege she had purchased from the bar's owner.

The bachelorette party came in around nine o'clock, right about the time Kelli was getting tired of waiting tables. Her spirits rose as the girls walked in... she went over and took their orders, seating them near the stage. Seven of Holli's best friends had joined her for the evening's debauchery... Kelli laughed as she thought how little they knew of the extent that debauchery would reach. After getting their drinks, she stopped by a small table out of sight of the bar and got a small bottle out of her purse. Tapping a small amount of powder out of the bottle, she put a small amount in each glass, then tucked the vial into a pocket and delivered the drinks. It went on like that for the next two hours... Kelli spiking each drink she delivered to the bachelorette party, the girls getting drunker and drunker. When the men came onstage to strip, Kelli saw the results of her machinations... the girls' eyes got glassy with desire, it was all they could do not to jump on stage and ravage the dancers right there.

Kelli's earlier efforts had guaranteed the dancers would focus on Holli and her party; she was not disappointed. They did a great job, waving their barely covered body parts right in the girls' faces, generally turning them on. Kelli almost laughed out loud as she saw the girls get hotter and hotter... the ecstasy she had put in their drinks had done its magic, just like it was supposed to.

Kelli left the floor and resumed her normal appearance, nodding to the manager and running upstairs. When she got there she switched on the video equipment and started recording pictures of an empty room in the back of the bar.

Kelli allowed her mind to wander as she waited on the next phase of the plan. She wandered around the room, reveling in the feel of the leather on her lower body. Impulsively she pulled off her jacket and stripped off the tshirt; putting the jacket back on, she was now totally encased in leather. She zipped up the jacket to maximize the feeling, then sat down on a chair as she saw the girls enter the room on the video monitors.

This was a more elaborate setup than usual... Kelli had several cameras, each going to a separate tape deck. She would put them together into one tape later. The women milled around the room uncertainly, then a waitress came in with several bottles of champagne; Kelli had spiked them earlier in the day as well. While she was changing, the manager had informed the bachelorette party that Greg, Holli's fiancee, had reserved them a private room and some bubbly, and had escorted them in there.

One of the girls wandered to the corner of the room and turned on the jukebox. All of them started dancing to the music and just basically being rowdy. Kelli slipped on some earphones to make sure the sound was coming through... it was perfect. Kelli left the earphones on and continued to watch.

After several minutes, the dancers came in dressed in their street clothes, all 6 of them. They were offered and accepted champagne, and generally chatted with the girls, who were feeling incredibly hot and bothered by this point, especially Holli, who had been getting double doses of the drug all evening.

As expected, the ladies started cheering for the men to strip for them again. According to plan, they agreed to, but only if all of the women present would strip down as well. After much negotiating, the men agreed to strip down to their underwear if 3 women of their choice did so as well. The women agreed, and the men chose Susan, Karen, and Sandra, seemingly at random, from the crowd of women. Then the men decided they didn't want to do it unless the women removed the clothes from the men, and vice versa, again according to plan. So, after more negotiation, it was decided that it was only fair if Holli got to remove 3 of the men's clothes, while the other women shared the other 3 men; then each man would get to participate in stripping the 3 women. The drug was now actively at work on the women, who could think of nothing other than getting the men naked.

So they got down to it. The women stripped the men down first, taking off their clothes with a heavy hand, grabbing numerous feels of the men's muscles. Susan, Karen, and Sandra were awarded the job of taking off the last layer, stripping the men's boxers off to reveal their thongs. Each did so slowly and teasingly, getting a good feel of the men's packages as they did so. Finally all six men were standing in their too-tight thongs which left little to the imagination, aroused from the declothing, the women standing there drooling at them. Even Kelli had to concentrate to slow her breathing; the men were beautiful, glistening with masculinity, enough to make any girl's knees weak. Shivering involuntarily in her leather sheath, Kelli watched the story unfold below.

Now it was the men's turn to strip the women. They took the three they had chosen and lined them up in the center of the room, while the other women watched, cheering them on in a drunken roar, especially Holli. The men took their time, slithering the clothes off of the three women with as much contact as possible, leaving the women standing in their bras and panties, trembling with desire, in the center of the room.

There was a pause, as if everyone was trying to decide what to do next. Kelli took a deep breath, feeling her hardened nipples press against the cold leather jacket, took a look at her watch, and hoped for the best.

It was Susan who broke first. Dropping to her knees in front of the man closest to her, she ripped off his thong and deep throated his cock in one swift movement, leaving him gasping in shock. She continued sucking him furiously, her hands on his bare ass pushing him deeply into her mouth, the drug that Kelli had given them finally taking effect.

Watching from her solitary perch above, Kelli moaned in a combination of excitement, anticipation, and desire from the scene below her. She glanced at her watch yet again, a worried look crossing her face, then returned her attention to the monitor.

Susan's move had sent the entire room into a frenzy. The three women who had been in their underwear were now naked, one of them sharing the first man's cock with susan, the other one on her back on a table being pumped relentlessly by one of the other strippers, her moans loud and completely uninhibited. The dressed women were ripping their own clothes from their bodies or being stripped by the male strippers, all of whom were now without clothes themselves. Only Holli stayed out of the action, watching with obvious desire from a corner of the room, but maintaining her commitment to her fiancee' even in the face of the orgy unfolding in front of her.

Kelli virtually howled in frustration as she saw Holli standing off to the side of the action. So close, she thought, so close... how could Holli be resisting? Another glance at her watch showed less than five minutes until it would be too late for Kelli's plan to succeed, maybe ten minutes if she was really lucky. She stood up and started to pace around the room angrily, powerless to change anything now that the plan had reached its denouement. Unable to do anything else, she turned her eyes back to the monitor.

The room below had dissolved into chaos. Here there was a woman on her back, one man between her legs fucking her for all he was worth, another with his cock sunk deep between her lips while another woman stood over him, pressing his face to her dripping slit. Across the room, 3 women worked on one man, two sharing his cock while a third rode his face, crying out passionately as she came over and over. Next to them, a woman lay on her back on top of a table, passionately kissing another woman who lay on top of her, one of the strippers standing behind them both, fucking each of them in turn with his huge tool. Right in front of Holli, two of the strippers were sharing the final woman, one of them under her in a sixty-nine while the other slowly slid his engorged cock in and out of her gorgeous ass, leaving the woman moaning nonstop as she sucked for all she was worth.

Upstairs, the camera caught all of the action, and Kelli was getting so worked up she could barely stand it. 5 minutes, at the most, and this opportunity for revenge would be over, and there was nothing she could do about it. Realizing this, Kelli decided to make the most of it. Stripping off her leather pants and sitting down again, she began to pleasure herself, sliding long fingernails along her damp mound, her rock hard nipples pressed against the cold leather of the jacket exciting her all the more. It took less than a minute to bring herself to a shuddering orgasm... as she writhed in pleasure, Kelli took another look at the monitor, one last hope....

... and watched as the man being serviced by Susan and her friend exploded in their mouths, covering their lips and cheeks with a seemingly endless supply of thck white cum. His release triggered all 5 of the other men, who shot their loads onto and into the women over the next couple of minutes. Kelli watched, disappointed that her plan had failed, as each of the men moved away from their partners. Holli stood, trembling against the wall, untouched by the activity that had gone on so far. Kelli tasted defeat as she watched all of the participants look uncertainly at each other. Then Susan, who had started the whole thing, went up to one of the men and whispered in his ear. Each group broke into a little huddle, the men on one side of room and all of the women except Holli on the other side. Kelli watched in wonder at what was going on. Another glance at her watch showed that her time was up... any second now the plan would crumble.

Before Kelli's disbelieving eyes, the women ran over and grabbed Holli, pulling her to the center of the room and wrestling her to the ground, giggling the whole time. As the men watched, their cocks stiffening to attention, the women held Holli down and pulled off her clothes. Susan grabbed a bottle of champagne and dumped it over Holli's naked boday, causing Holli to gasp and everyone else to laugh... the women then all took a lick, tasting the champagne from Holli's skin. They let her go then, and the 6 men stepped forward. Susan asked "Holli... do you want them?" Kelli almost screamed in pleasure as Holli nodded her assent and the men took up their positions around her, one sliding his cock between her lips, another deep into her pussy. Two of the men knelt beside her and now she had a stiff dick in each hand as well, and the men ran their hands over her body, one focusing on her breasts, the other on her clit, taking her deeper into ecstasy. The other two men stood above, jerking themselves off as they watched, waiting for their turns. Holli moaned as the men pleasured her, then cried out as the man in her mouth came, spraying her lips and her face as he pulled out. One of the standing men immediately took his place, straddling her face and ramming in and out of her mouth.

Just then the moment Kelli had been waiting for arrived. The door banged open and Holli's fiancee' walked in carrying flowers for his bride, to find her moaning in pleasure being serviced by 5 naked strippers. Kelli yelled out loud in victory as he turned and walked from the room; Holli never even saw that he was there. The bridesmaids looked at each other in horror, not knowing what to do.

Kelli switched off the monitor and left the tape deck recording, and got dressed. It was late, and she had things to set up for tomorrow. The last one. The girl she hated the most. It was going to be delicious. Kelli laughed out loud as she slipped out the back of the bar. Delicious.



Kelli Gets Even Ch. 5



Kelli woke up late on Friday, the events of the previous evening fresh in her mind. Her 1pm arising would normally have been a problem, but she was done with classes, and only had one thing left to accomplish: the humiliation of her final foe. The best part was that the target thought that Kelli was one of her best friends, a notion which Kelli did nothing to disabuse her of. Kelli laid back in bed, remembering....

It was only last semester that Kelli realized what was going on. Each of the women that she had done bad things to this week were only part of a larger game, a game being orchestrated by Stacy, one of Kelli's best friends. Early on in her college career, Kelli met Stacy in a class they had together. They got along immediately, becoming best friends. But apparently Kelli had done something somewhere along the way that had offended Stacy deeply; Kelli still had no idea what that was. But as things went wrong for Kelli, she noticed that Stacy was always somewhere nearby. She hadn't put it together for the longest time, but then she remembered. Stacy was at the back of the crowd that watched Bonnie lock Kelli out of the gym in the nude. She had been at the party where Cindy and her friends set up Kelli to look like a lesbian. Stacy had been one of Erin's best friends, as well, when Erin betrayed Kelli. After reflection, Kelli also realized that there had been another woman in the room with Chris that afternoon, hiding behind the door... that could easily have been Stacy. Then it all came together for her that Stacy was the only consistent item through all of those events; she must have been orchestrating it somehow, while pretending to be Kelli's friend. Kelli had even confided in Stacy about how much all of that had hurt, and how she wanted revenge; Stacy had consoled her, pretending to care.

So Kelli had saved the best revenge for last; tonight it was Stacy's turn. Kelli had taken very special care in planning this evening's activities, and she was eager to get started. But she wasn't meeting Stacy until 10pm, so she settled down to wait.

Soon enough, 10pm arrived. Kelli had spent hours getting ready for the event. Kelli was 5-6, 115lbs, lithe and athletic, with a reasonably large chest (she thought) and a great ass. Her blonde hair was cut short in a tomboyish style, and her green eyes sparkled mischievously at all times. She and Stacy were going to an "upscale party" tonight, so Kelli was dressed in a little black number that barely covered the good parts, with spaghetti straps, stockings, and stiletto heels, along with a small black purse. Stacy was waiting for her in the lobby of her dorm, dressed in fiery red. Stacy was 5-7, probably about 130lbs, most of it in her breasts. No kidding, they were huge, easily 34D was Kelli's guess, maybe 36 or even a DD. She hadn't been able to find out for sure during their whole friendship; Stacy wasn't really willing to discuss them. Kelli was pretty sure that was because they were fake, but she had never pressed the issue. Stacy had a trim waist and a proportional butt, and long black hair to the middle of her back. She had blue eyes, and large lips set in a narrow face, not strikingly beautiful, but not ugly by any stretch of the imagination. Besides, most of the men who met or dated Stacy never looked anywhere but her chest anyway. She was wearing a red mandarin style dress that wrapped her like a mummy from her ankles to a high collar at her neck, except for the large slit up the one side that ran almost to her waist. Kelli was sure she could see a hint of red lace at her hips as Stacy walked towards her.

"Hi Kel!" Stacy said happily "you look great! Ready to go?"

Kelli answered in the same tone "You look too good for words, Stace... let's do this thing!" They both walked out to the car that Stacy had borrowed from her boyfriend for the evening, a bright yellow corvette. Kelli raised an eyebrow and asked dryly "Couldn't you get something more noticeable?"

Stacy just laughed at her. "Get in, you tramp, and let's get going!" Kelli laughed and got in the car with her. They drove for a while, heading to the party. When they got there, they had a good time, most of which Kelli didn't notice; her main goal was to get Stacy tipsy at least, drunk hopefully. She accomplished her task, and Stacy weaved a little as they wandered out to the car.

"Are you okay to drive, Stace?" she asked in a concerned tone?

"Fine, Kel, get in the car, okay?" Stacy replied drunkenly.

"Alright, if you're sure" Kelli responded, knowing the danger was minimal. Stacy peeled out of the parking lot in a hurry, and weaved her way onto the old country road that was their path home. She had driven less than a mile when the familiar red and blue lights flashed behind them: a police car.

"Fuck!!" Stacy yelled, slamming her hands on the wheel as she slowed down and pulled over.

"Kelli, I'm screwed!" she moaned "they're gonna throw me in jail!"

"No they won't, Stace, relax, we'll get through this. Trust me." Kelli replied. The officer walked up to the window and did the bit about the license and registration. When he came back, he asked both of them to step out of the car and place their hands on the roof.

"What's going on, Kelli?" Stacy asked with great concern as she climbed from the car.

"I don't know, but I'll find out" Kelli replied, and walked towards the police car. Both officers got out and met her there, and they conferred for several minutes, then Kelli returned to talk to Stacy, standing across the car from her.

"Okay, Stace, good news and bad news. Are you ready?" Stacy, who was crying softly at this point, looked up at Kelli unsteadily and nodded. Kelli took a deep breath and began. "They are going to arrest you for driving drunk and also mentioned something about impounding the car. And also about you being in jail for a few days on suspicion of grand theft auto."

Stacy stared at Kelli in disbelief. "Wha... what..." she stammered, unable to complete the sentence. Kelli walked over to Stace and gave her a hug, taking that moment to whisper in her ear.

"I tried flirting with the officers, Stace, and I'm pretty sure that they'll let us go if we... um... shit, there's no gentle way to say it, if we fuck them. I made them think I was really attracted to them, though, so you'll have to pretend you really want to do it, so they get turned on enough to let us go. Can you do that, Stace?" Kelli asked, putting her fingers to Stacy's chin and raising Stacy's eyes to her own. Stacy hesitated for a second, then nodded and wiped her eyes. Kelli's eyes flicked up over Stacy's shoulders, and she nodded imperceptibly to the policemen, who came over to stand beside the two girls.

The taller of the two, who had been the one to talk to them first, looked at the girls and said "we're going to have to arrest you two now. Please come with us." Stacy looked at them and asked, as seductively as she could, "couldn't we come up with some other... arrangement... officer?" He looked at her, then at his partner, who nodded.

"What did you have in mind, Miss?" he asked coldly.

"Well, I thought that, you know, since there were two of us... and two of you... maybe we could... you know... offer a trade of some sort."

"A trade?" he responded. "You're not trying to bribe an officer of the law, are you, Miss?"

"No, no..." Stacy hurriedly responded "it's just that you're both so... attractive... that my friend and I would.... be more than willing to... be with you... if we weren't going to go to jail." Finishing the sentence, Stacy slowly walked up to the police officer and offered her wrists to him, pressing her breasts together in the process, saying "Whatever you want, officer... you can take me in.... or you can just take me... do what you feel you have to do." Kelli stood back, admiring Stacy's adaptive skills.

The police officer looked the two women over slowly, almost leering at them, then looked at his partner, who was nodding in agreement. "Okay, ladies, let's go down to the station... we'll see what happens when we get there." Kelli and Stacy, uncuffed, obediently climbed into the back of the police car, and they pulled away in a spray of gravel.

The two whispered to each other in the back of the car. "I want the tall one" Kelli said.

"Fine" Stacy answered, still in shock at the whole situation.

Kelli leaned over very close and told Stacy "remember... our freedom, our not going to jail, depends on you and I slutting it up as much as possible for these two men, doing whatever they want. Otherwise, we're screwed in the BAD way, as opposed to the good way." Stacy nodded her understanding, looking a little discomfited at the whole situation. After what seemed like only a few minutes, they pulled up to the back door of a darkened building, and the men ushered them quickly inside.

Taking a look at their surroundings, the women were surprised. The room was more like a living room than a police station, with several couches and chairs, somber lighting, a refrigerator, several ashtrays strewn about, and a huge mirror that dominated one wall. The officers walked in as if they were at home, taking off their gunbelts and locking them into a gun safe in the corner, commenting "welcome to the interview room." Each then sat down in one of the chairs in the room. Without missing a beat Kelli walked across the room and sat down in the tall officer's lap, grabbing him and kissing him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Stacy followed suit more slowly, walking to the shorter one and sitting on the arm of the chair to kiss him hesitantly. Kelli broke her kiss long enough to look over at Stacy, and saw her indecision. Kelli looked at "her" cop and asked "is there somewhere we could freshen up?" He pointed to a door in the wall opposite the mirror and Kelli grabbed Stacy and dragged her inside.

The restroom was small but clean, containing two stalls and a urinal. Kelli grabbed Stacy by the shoulders and forced Stacy to raise her eyes to Kelli's own. "Stace... it's not going to work unless you want it. Do you want to go to jail?" Kelli asked her forcefully. Stacy shook her head and took a deep breath. "Okay, then, let's get slutty" Kelli said, pulling her makeup out of her purse. 5 minutes later the girls were ready, their makeup perfect, their lips painted deep red, ready to "wow" the officers in the other room. "You'll do great" Kelli whispered to Stacy, and opened the door to the other room, striding confidently forward, pushing Stacy before her.

Stacy almost tripped when she saw what awaited them out in the room. The two policemen had been joined by four more, and they were all sitting around talking and laughing. Several had cans of beer they were drinking from; a couple empty cans already lay on the floor. All of them turned to the girls and whistled and clapped as they entered the room. Kelli pushed Stacy into the arms of the cop she had chosen, and Kelli walked to hers, appraising him as she walked.

He was about 6'1", with broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair, and a great body. There was no other way to say it. Even in the policeman's uniform, he looked fantastic. His biceps pushed at the confines of his sleeves, and his tight body was revealed by many other folds in the fabric. His face was beautiful, only slightly weathered. He was 25ish, and Kelli thought he was gorgeous. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply again, pushing him back against the mirror with the weight of her body in his arms.

Stacy also evaluated her partner as she stumbled forward. He was about 5'9" tall, a little overweight, not much, and had a bodybuilder style body, very large in the neck and shoulders, with a narrow waist and large thighs. He was built for strength, and caught her easily as she stumbled into his arms. His face was average, but Stacy had seen worse; hell, she had dated worse. His eyes, predictably, were glued to her chest the whole time he was looking at her.

"What's with them?" Kelli asked her cop without preamble. "They thought they should get in on the fun too" he replied, "and we agreed. Any problem with that?"

Stacy started to shake her head in disagreement, but a look from Kelli silenced her. "Let me get this straight... we do what you guys say for, say... the next 2 hours... and we are driven back to our car and let go free?" The cop looked thoughtful for a moment and replied "You do exactly what we ask for the next 3 hours, and we will take you back and let you go. In addition, we will destroy any records of us ever pulling you over. Deal?" Kelli motioned for Stacy to come over and said to her "Stace, I know you're scared... but it's only 3 guys each, for 3 hours... it's worth it, isn't it, not to go to jail?" Stacy nodded resignedly. "Okay, remember... you've got to keep them interested so they don't go back on their word." Stacy nodded again, and they walked forward together. Kelli grabbed the guy's hand and said "you've got a deal. 3 hours in return for a clean slate. What do you want?"

One of the men at the back of the room yelled "for starters, you two get up on that table there so we can look at you!" Kelli and Stacy complied, climbing up on what appeared to be a poker table at the corner of the room. The men hooted and hollered at them for a few minutes, praising Kelli's ass and Stacy's tits, and then quieted down.

"How will we do this?" one of them asked the tall cop.

"Well, how about this" he replied. "We'll take turns, by seniority, telling them what to do. Once we've all got a turn, we'll decide where to go from there. Okay?" The men murmered in agreement, and they all turned to the tall cop again, saying "You're first, Rob."

Rob nodded in acknowledgement then turned to Kelli. "Kiss her."

"What?" Kelli asked incredulously.

"Kiss... her... like you kissed me a minute ago" he repeated. Kelli sighed, then, before Stacy could freak out, grabbed Stacy, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her, forcing her tongue between Stacy's trembling lips, kissing her as passionately as she could. Stacy started to respond after a few seconds, the alcohol apparently working in her again, and the girls kissed for almost a minute before Kelli broke away breathlessly to the sound of the men cheering.

"What next?" she asked defiantly. Stacy stood still against the wall, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Rob laughed out loud and said "It's your turn, Dale." Dale was one of the newcomers, a tall black man with dark skin and a beard.

"I want to see a little dancing" he said, and turned the knobs on a stereo at hand. The song "You can leave your hat on" blared from hidden speakers, and the girls danced to it, cautiously at first. As they got into it, they started to sex it up, grinding into the air, running their hands over their bodies, licking their lips while making eye contact with the men. Finally the song was over, and the now slightly sweaty girls tucked their hair back into place and waited for the next request.

The next man, and older balding Marine-looking type man said "Have the woman in black take off Red's dress... I wanna see those tits a little better." The other men applauded, and Kelli stepped in front of Stacy, her back to the men. "Not that way!" the Marine yelled "do it from behind!" Kelli sighed and walked behind Stacy. "Relax and get into it" she whispered in Stacy's ear.

Then she grabbed the zipper at the top of Stacy's dress and pulled it down all the way. The men inhaled as the zipper rasped; each exhaled softly, waiting for the next step. Kelli slid her hands around in front and pulled the dress from around Stacy's neck, and helped her slide her arms out of the sleeves. Finally Kelli gave them what they wanted, pulling the dress down past Stacy's chest, then down further, sliding it off of her legs and helping her step out of it. Stacy stood now in front of all the men clad in only a red satin bra and tiny red lace panties and her heels, her skin now flushed red as well. The men cheered, goggling at her huge breasts. Kelli noticed that Stacy was getting a little turned on for real as her nipples hardened slightly; she must be an exhibitionist, Kelli thought to herself. Convenient, she chuckled.

The next man was younger, probably only 21, Kelli guessed, and looked ready to burst as he yelled "Now Red gets to undress Black!" The other men agreed, and Stacy stepped around behind Kelli to strip her dress off. Without preamble, Stacy slipped the dress from Kelli's shoulders and yanked it down, leaving Kelli clad in a strapless black bra, black garter belt and stockings, black panties overtop, and her black stiletto heels. Kelli stood, not embarrassed at all, and stared the tall cop, Rob, in the eye. "Next." She quipped.

The next one was a dark haired man with a southern drawl and a moustache. "Let's get them little ladies off that table and make sure they aren't concealing any weapons on them sexy bodies." Two of the men gave the women a hand down and pushed them up against the wall, helping them "assume the position," palms flat on the wall, legs spread wide. The cops lined up then, again by seniority, and took turns frisking the women, lingering for about a minute each per girl, squeezing her tits and ass, running their fingers over the front of their panties, grinding their clothed erections against the women's nearly naked bodies.

By the time they were finished, the men were all hard and ready, and Kelli and Stacy were breathing heavily. They all looked to the sixth man, the shorter of the two cops that had pulled them over. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then got a big smile on his face. "Lay them on the table" he said as he walked to the fridge. The remaining men laid them on the table on their backs, Stacy's head even with Kelli's feet and vice-versa. He came back with 4 bottles of champagne, two of which he opened and handed to the first two men by seniority. "They take a drink that you pour into their mouths, then you take a drink off of them." The rest of the cops smiled, and the bottles were upended over the women's mouths for what seemed an eternity. Then the two cops poured champagne onto the girls' bare stomachs, and licked it off of there, then passed the bottles to the next two men. They dumped more liquor into the women, then poured the champagne down their thighs and licked it off. The last two bottles were opened, and turned over above the women's mouths; they drank until they couldn't anymore, then the men poured the rest onto their chests and cleavage, and licked it off of their skin, and out of the crevices. Both women were then helped up, the alcohol having run to their heads quickly.

"Rob's turn again" the men yelled, and turned to Rob. "I think it's time for some fucking" he said quietly, and took Kelli by the hand. "I'm taking her into the other room... you guys take the brunette with the huge tits." The men agreed with little grumbling, and Kelli was pulled from the room. The last thing she saw of Stacy before being pulled into the dark was a look of fear and loathing, combined with not a little excitement at the dirty deed she was about to be forced to do. Kelli mouthed "I'm sorry" at her as she was stumbling out of the room.

Stacy looked at the men around her, all of them grinning at her, Kelli's words in her ears..."they have to stay interested so they don't go back on their word." Stacy took a deep breath and looked around her, choosing the young looking cop first. "Why don't you come over here and help me out of the rest of these clothes?" she asked seductively. He came over and helped her to step out of her panties, leaving her high heels on. Standing, he reached around and cupped her breasts in her hands as she reached back and squeezed his ass. "Take it off, baby" she breathed, thrilled and disgusted at the same time with her whore-like tone. He fulfilled her desire, wrenching the closure of her bra open and pulling it off of her.




Kelli Gets Even Ch. 5



All of the men looking on gasped with unrestrained desire as her tits tumbled free of their confinement. Perfectly formed for such large breasts, the areola were small and puffy; they were completely natural. The men crowded around her, feeling them, flicking the nipples, grabbing, groping, and squeezing. Stacy let herself lean against the man behind her, whose hands slipped down to squeeze her ass, and abandoned herself to the groping. The hands continued over her body, all five men at once, rubbing between her thighs, over her tits and ass, across her stomach. One of the men leaned forward and thrust his tongue into her mouth in a passionate kiss that she returned fully, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into her as her tongue speared past his lips.

That man, the Marine, pushed the others out of the way as he continued to kiss her passionately, his hands kneading her breasts as they kissed. The other men fell away and started to strip quickly, except for the younger man who was still behind her. The Marine slid one arm behind her back and pulled her to him, kissing even more fiercely; the boy behind her took that opportunity to strip as well. Finally Stacy pushed the Marine away and stood still, chest heaving, body flushed, her nipples standing out proudly, huge and tantalizing. She looked at the men surrounding her, staring pointedly at their rigid cocks, and licked her lips at them. She turned to the man before her and said "I'm going to choose how I use you boys based on your cock size... how do you stack up, I wonder?" She laughed to herself at the effect of her words on the men; each of their cocks bobbed as she finished the sentence. She knelt down, sliding her hands down the man's body to his crotch. Unzipping his pants, she reached in and pulled out his stiff cock in one fluid motion. "MMM... not too bad, cueball... but not the best" she said as she stood and walked over to the shorter cop who had pulled them over.

"You just look tasty, baby.... Luscious and huge.... I'm so glad that you're here." He gazed with pride as she walked around the room, commenting on all of the manhood there, complimenting all of the men on their tools. Finally she came back to the Marine, who was standing naked now. "And as a reward for your kiss..." she breathed, dropping to her knees and deep throating him in one motion, sucking him a few times as she pumped him with her hands, taking him as deep as she could. After a minute or so, she let him free, gasping, and stood up. "Here's what we're going to do, boys..." she said.

Kelli was in a slightly different position at the moment. After pulling her from the room, Rob had flipped a switch on the wall that flipped on the video recording equipment in the main room, starting a record of the orgy beginning in there. Then he pulled the laughing Kelli into another room, dark except for a nightlight, on the other side of the mirror in the main room. Laughing, he said "I don't know why you wanted us to do this, but I think they'll have some fun in there. Impersonating policemen, though... that's iffy. You're lucky I'm so nice."

Kelli laughed at him in return saying "You're not nice... you just want me" cupping her breasts through her bra.

Rob got serious, saying "You're right. Now, as part of OUR deal, you're mine until she's done, right?" Kelli nodded. It had been a fair deal to nail Stacy this hard, and she had no problems fulfilling it; besides, she liked Rob. Rob looked at her and said "okay, strip me." Kelli stood up and pulled his tie off, and his shirt. She moved around behind him and reached around, unsnapping his pants and sliding them down, stroking her fingers across his cock as she did so. Pulling them free and removing his shoes, she sat down under him, slid between his legs, and pulled his underwear down to her, freeing his 7" cock to stretch to its full size.

"MMMM..." she said "is that all for me?" Rob looked at her with lust in his eyes and nodded, wordless.

Kelli ran her hands through her hair once, fluffing it out, then raised herself up to a kneeling position, taking the tip of his shaking cock into her mouth, barely touching it with her lips. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could without making contact, then closed her lips around it slowly, sensually caressing it with her full lips and wet tongue. His head dropped backward as his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling. Kelli took him deeper now, as far as she could into the back of her throat, most of him fitting inside her talented mouth. Her hands slipped onto him, one at the base of his tool, the other cupping his balls, caressing and squeezing them gently as she blew him. She started to move faster, her head bobbing quickly and her hair bouncing rthymically as she coated his cock with her saliva, the salty taste of the small bit of fluid that escaped him filling her mouth. She started to squeeze harder with her hands, still sliding him in and out between her lips, holding him back from orgasm while teasing him towards it. Finally, when she knew he could take no more, she stopped and stood up. "What now, master?" Kelli quipped, licking her lips at him.

"Turn around" he ordered, and Kelli complied, turning towards the large mirror that dominated this room as well. In front of her was a desk, resting against the wall under the mirror. "Put your hands behind your back." Kelli did so, slightly alarmed at where this was going. She became further alarmed as the cold steel of the handcuffs were snapped on her wrists and she was pushed forward flat onto the desk, her face against the wood and her ass in the air, legs spread. "Very nice" Rob commented from behind her. Kelli made a noncommittal grunt in response. "Look up" he commanded, and she turned her eyes to the mirror in front of her. Just then he flipped a light switch, and the actions going on in the other room were clear as day through the one way mirror. Kelli watched as Stacy dropped to her knees and started sucking one of the men.

From behind her, Rob said "she sucks almost as well as you, Kelli" and smacked her on the ass, hard. Kelli yelled out loud in surprise "what the FUCK are you doing?" and looked back over her shoulder at Rob. "Keep looking forward Kelli... you're mine and I will do what I want, or I'll stop all the action in the other room right now. Just relax. You'll enjoy it." With that, he smacked her a few more times. After the first, they didn't hurt as much, and in her already excited state, Kelli found that they actually turned her on a little. She wiggled her butt at him invitingly, and he took a couple more smacks at it, Kelli's earlier cry of anger turning into small moans of pleasure at the abuse. "We're just getting started, Kelli" he commented, ripping her panties from her in one spastic movement. Kelli turned her eyes back to the window just in time to hear Stacy comment through the speakers "here's what we're going to do, boys..."

One of the men interrupted her immediately. "How about this little lady... we'll tell YOU what to do for a while. Would that be okay?" Stacy, remembering Kelli's words about keeping them happy, nodded her acquiesence. "Lie down on that table there" he told her, pointing to a large rectangular table. One of the other men cleared it off as she walked towards it, and she laid down on her back on the table. "Now spread your arms and legs." Stacy complied cautiously, then froze as she felt herself being tied to the table by her wrists and her ankles. She struggled ineffectively; in seconds she was bound, her ankles immobile, her arms able to move about a foot in either direction.

"Now, how do you like that, little lady?" the man commented.

"I like it a whole lot." Stacy smiled up at him, trying to play her role.

"Well if you like it, I like it, baby. What now?" The men smiled at each other, and another one stepped forward. "Now we play with our new toy" he said softly, positioning his cock next to her lips. 2 other men moved to each side of her and placed her hands on their cocks. Another man moved to the other side of her head, readying his cock near her mouth, and the final man, the shorter cop that had pulled her over, climbed on the table, kneeling between her legs. "Tell us you want us" he whispered to her.

"MMM please, baby, fuck me now" she begged him on cue. "stick that huge cock in my pussy and fill me up. Please, now. I want all of you at once to do me like I've never been done before. Make me cum... use me like your little slut." She grabbed the two men near her hands and started to jack them off quickly, her hands flying up and down their hard shafts. She moaned loudly as the man between her legs slid inside her, then turned her head, opening her mouth wide for one of the men at her head to use her mouth. He obliged, sliding his tool between her lips and deep into her throat, deeper than Stacy would have liked. She said nothing, but continued to suck, trying to bring the men to orgasm as quickly as possible. The man who was left out was stroking his cock slowly, occasionally slapping it against her face as he waited for his turn, using the other hand to grab roughly at her breasts, squeezing them to the point where it was starting to hurt. Still, Stacy continued, pretending to be turned on more than she was, wishing for this to be over soon so she could go home.

Rob continued spanking Kelli, now on her bare ass, and she continued, surprising herself, to enjoy it, urging him on, at first just speaking, then yelling "Harder... harder!" Rob had one hand on the back of her neck as he beat her, keeping her eyes turned to watch the other men as they bound Stacy to the table. Kelli felt a gush of wetness surge between her legs as the cuffs were applied, rendering Stacy powerless on the table. She got wetter as she heard Stacy continue to pretend she wanted the men, and was trembling with desire as the men slid their tools into Stacy's mouth and pussy.

"Fuck me, Rob..." Kelli started to whisper, over and over, rising in volume with each slap on her stinging behind. After several more strokes, her wish was fulfilled as Rob kicked her legs wider, lowering her to a convenient height, and slid full length into her sopping slit. "OOOhhhhhhhh...." Kelli sighed with pleasure, using her muscles to grip him each time he thrust inside her. The pain from her reddend buttocks receded as he fucked her, each thrust bringing her closer to erupting with pleasure. She watched the man slapping his erection against Stacy's face, and a satisfied smile spread across her face. "Now she's getting treated the way she deserves" Kelli muttered quietly. As if he had heard her, Rob pulled out of her, stopping.

Kelli moaned her displeasure at him, then drew her breath in sharply as she felt him spreading her buttocks apart. She felt his tongue touch her clit, then slide backward through her wetness to dart inside her hole. He did this several more times, Kelli pushing backward to help him slip further inside. Then he slid further back. Kelli gasped as his tongue slid around her other hole, then pushed its way inside where no one had ever been before. Kelli responded by crying out once and trying to squirm away, receiving a hard slap on her swollen lips for her trouble. After that she stayed immobile, letting the pain from the abuse recede, trying to ignore the strange sensation of his tongue in her ass, of his hands pulling her cheeks apart to grant him access, and turned her attention to what was happening in the other room.

Bored from just watching, the fifth man had decided to get involved. Climbing up on the table, he straddled Stacy and spit several times onto her breasts. Grabbing them in his hands he squeezed, causing her eyes to widen, then pushed them together, creating a channel of cleavage which he immediately slid his cock into, ramming Stacy hard as he fucked her tits. Stacy moaned, whether in ecstasy or in discomfort there was no way for the men to tell, and they continued to use her mercilessly. With a groan the man in her mouth suddenly erupted, grabbing her head and holding it tight, his cock deep in her throat as he shot a seemingly endless spray of semen into her mouth.

He pulled out, leaving Stacy coughing, bright white goo leaking from the corner of her mouth and coating her lips. She inhaled to say something, to complain, but was quickly cut off as one of the men she was servicing with her hands took that moment to step up, turn her head to the other side, and slide his manhood between her tonsils. Stacy swallowed convulsively as he invaded her mouth, feeling all of the fluids from the first man sliding down her throat. She moaned around the large tool in her mouth, her free hand falling limply to the table, feeling cock everywhere, in her mouth, her hand, her pussy, and between her huge breasts, feeling as if she was nothing but a toy to these men she didn't even know, feeling degraded for having to pretend to enjoy their ministrations.

Rob's tongue slid out of her, and Kelli breathed in pleasure and relief as his thick dick slipped between her puffy lips and filled her empty chasm again. Her relief was short-lived; after only a few thrusts he pulled out, and started spanking her again. She cried out with each slap in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and anger; then barely had time to react as he pushed her legs further apart, positioned himself at her backdoor and slipped his seemingly mammoth cock into her tiny hole. She yelled out loud as he pushed the head in, then stopped, allowing her to get used to the feeling.

"Oh, fuck, that hurts..." Kelli moaned; Rob replied by spanking her again, which took her mind slightly off the invasion, and pushing deeper into the virgin territory. Tears came to Kelli's eyes, and then she felt something pushing against her clit. Raising her body slightly, she looked down and saw that Rob had a vibrator somehow between her legs; a flick of the switch and she started to get aroused again, more than before, as the vibrations did their work. She moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain now, as Rob slid in deeper, he increased the speed of the vibrator. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she looked out into the other room again, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

With a groan, the man on top of Stacy said "hold her head steady" to the man fucking her face. Pulling out of her, the man turned her head to face the man on top of her just in time for his thick rope of jism to hit her in the forehead. He trailed the stream across her face, leaving her dripping with cum, over her closed eyes, painted cheeks and already coated lips, leaning forward to wipe his exhausted tool on the few parts of her face he had missed. The man next to her then pulled her head around and slid his cock deep into her mouth again as the man atop her climbed off. As the man in her other hand moved to climb on top of her, the one between her legs motioned him to wait.

Together they untied her ankles. Stacy sucked the man in her mouth harder, thinking that she was going to be released soon, and wanting to finish as quickly as possible. The man she had been holding in her hand climbed on the table then, between her legs, pushing her ankles back toward her ears as he slipped a cushion from a nearby couch under her lower back. He slipped into her pussy easily, and spent a minute pumping furiously, bringing Stacy to a surprise orgasm that left her writhing on the table against her restraints. Then, with barely an interruption, he slid his slick tool full length into her ass. Stacy's back arched as she cried out around the cock in her mouth in pain and surprise. Her cries broke the reserve of the man in her mouth, who filled her up with cum yet again. He reached down and held her nose, forcing her to swallow it all in order to breathe again, leaving her panting as the man in her ass forced his way slowly in and out.

"Three down" Stacy thought to herself as she endured, "only 2 left." She got an unexpected surprise as the other man she had yet to fulfill climbed on her in a 69 and started to lick her clit. Stacy gratefully and greedily guided him into her mouth and sucked hard, trying to reward him for bringing her some pleasure with her pain.

Kelli's back was arched as well, as Rob worked her over. Her breath was coming in short gasps. All of the stimulation was overwhelming her... she alternately whimpered with pleasure and screamed in frustration as he vibrated and pummeled her. Finally he moaned to her "Kelli... I can't hold it anymore..." and pulled out of her, turning the vibrator up full as he shot his load across her back. Kelli came at the same time, shaking uncontrollably, throwing her head back and screaming as wave after wave took her over the edge again and again, finally collapsing exhausted onto her face, feeling limp as Rob uncuffed her wrists. She pushed herself up to see what was going on with Stacy.

Stacy felt it as the man in her ass came, filling her channel with his seed. "Only one more!" her mind exulted, and just then the man came, filling her mouth with his salty discharge. Stacy swallowed greedily, glad that her efforts were at an end. Then, without another word, the man walked out of her line of sight, leaving her wrists bound to the table, and the lights in the room flipped off. Stacy struggled with her bonds, too afraid to try to get off the table while still tied to it. After several minutes she stopped struggling and lay on the table, waiting for whatever was to happen to happen, feeling all of the fluids that had been spread onto and into her body dry uncomfortably.

After 20 minutes had passed, she heard someone enter the room with her. "Kel... Kelli?" Stacy stammered uncertainly.

"Yes, Stace, it's me, are you okay?" Kelli asked, walking across the room to her in the dark.

"I'm fine, Kelli, it was horrible, but at least it's over. Can you untie me? Will they take us home now?" Stacy begged. Kelli walked to her and ran her hands through Stacy's hair.

"Relax, Stace," Kelli whispered to her, walking around the table and placing her hand on one of Stacy's ankles. "They're not tied anymore, Kel, just my hands" Stacy said. Kelli wished she could have seen the expression on Stacy's face as her ankles were quickly tied to the table again.

"Kelli!" Stacy yelled "what are you doing?" Kelli walked over and knelt beside Stacy, putting her mouth close to Stacy's ear. "I'll tell you what I'm doing, you lousy bitch. I know you've been behind all of the things that were done to me at this school. This was a setup from the beginning, to see you treated like the slut you are. And I have it all on video... a video I will send to whomever I please. I'm leaving now to make copies. You made a great slut, Stacy... no one will believe that you didn't want all those men to do that to you."

Stacy's tears began to fall as Kelli stood up and started to walk away. "Are you just going to leave me here?" Stacy asked meekly.

Kelli walked back to her and looked down at her in the dark. "Yes, I am. It's late... in a few hours the janitor will come in to clean this place. If you're lucky, maybe he'll untie you. If you're real lucky, maybe he'll screw you first, you fucking whore." With that last comment Kelli reached down and slapped Stacy, first across the face, then across each breast.

"Goodbye, and good riddance. If I see you at graduation tomorrow, I will make sure your video plays on the big screens for everyone to see." Kelli said, meeting Rob at the door to the outside. She stood on her tiptoes and gave Rob a kiss on the cheek. "A perfect arrangement, Rob... thank you for everything... and I do mean everything." Rob just smiled as he led her out to his car, to return her to her dormitory, Stacy's sobbing trailing off as the door swung closed.

Thanks for reading my series! If you have any comments for me, please email me at KelliBleu@yahoo.com. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!